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Ann

By: ainu



I was 25, almost 26, a college graduate with a good job, living in Santa Monica. I realize now, a fairly short time later, that I was a social retard, like a teen-ager. Maybe I was just a late maturer, perhaps a slow learner. The interesting thing was, I palled around with a bunch of others just like me. We tended to do things as a group rather than pair up. An organization would have a dance at a local hotel, there'd be a dozen or more of us come and hang out together. 

Oh, from time to time, two people would pair up and basically drop out of the group. And, from time to time we'd meet someone and date them. That's how I met Ann, at a party in someone's home. In any group, Ann would stand out. She had style, knew how to dress, how to use cosmetics. If you analyzed her she wasn't a raving beauty or an unbelievable body. But she was very attractive. Slim, nice figure, blond hair (probably blonder than nature but not overdone to flashy platinum or anything), green eyes (maybe blue or gray but light), usually in "a little black dress", very stylish. Quiet, sort of reserved, maybe shy is the right description. As I learned later, she worked in an odd off-shoot office of a motion picture studio that handled real estate or investments or something. She was a secretary or administrative assistant and the atmosphere was such that she felt she had to look good. And she did look good. Lots of guys hit on her in one way or another. 

I danced with Ann and asked her out and she agreed. We went to a movie and then for coffee and dessert and I took her home. She shared an apartment with two other girls. The other two were either out or staying out of the way. We sat on the couch and smooched a little. Kissing, arms around each other. Nice, nothing wild but a pretty good first date.

I was teenager when it came to sex, too. I was bashful or afraid to make moves on a girl. I had had sexual intercourse --- I had fucked -- several girls. A couple prostitutes on a trip to Europe and four amateurs here. In every case, I got my dick into their vagina and humped away a little and came. But I had no long standing relationships. In every case, the girl knew a lot more than I did about sex and must have had their own reasons for fucking me. Even though some of them repeated a half dozen times or so, they were all basically one-night stands. One fuck stands, actually. Just go through whatever preliminaries were needed, fuck them and get up and leave. So, sex to me was get your dick in the girl. Minimal preliminaries, no concern at all as to whether she was getting anything out of it and certainly no romantic attachment. If I thought about it, I expected to get married and have a family some day but that day was off somewhere in the far future. Today was just for today.

It probably took a couple weeks but I asked Ann out again. We dated, I think, four times. Nice dates. The smooching got a little heavier and longer but she wouldn't let me touch her breasts or crotch or anything like that. Then I probably didn't call her for a ten days or more and one night at about two in the morning I got a call from her. She was in a phone booth and needed a ride home. I never got the full story -- she was at a party in an apartment and either someone left her or she chose to leave -- but I was a good guy, got out of bed and took her home. I asked her then for another date and the next weekend we went out again. This time we ended up stretched out on her couch, me on her, her on me, kissing and hugging and getting pretty hot but still I couldn't get anywhere with her sexually. I figured she was probably afraid of getting pregnant so I suggested to her that we could have oral sex and get all the pleasure of sex but without any concern about pregnancy. She seemed interested but it didn't end up changing anything.

Anyway, while I didn't mean to dump her but was just doing other things, I didn't call her for another ten days or so. Probably almost two weeks because it was a Friday night when I got a call from her at some horrible time like three in the morning. Again, she needed picked up at a pay telephone.I pulled on undershorts, slacks and a shirt and grabbed my car keys and wallet and went to the corner she mentioned and picked her up. She seemed upset and we ended going back to my place instead of hers. She had never been to my place, a pretty standard one bedroom apartment. I'm pretty sure that it was her that suggested she should spend the night. Whatever, we ended up in my bed. I'm down to my undershorts. She takes off her dress but leaves on her slip (and panties and bra). I do everything I can think of and I get no further than I ever had before. Chances are the only way I'm going to fuck this girl is either to propose marriage (which I wasn't about to do) or rape her, force myself on her (it entered my mind she might even want this but it just wasn't something I could do).

Now, I had never had oral sex with a woman and I'd never had a blow job. I knew about them, I was interested in experiencing them, but I didn't know diddly about exactly how you did anything. I decided that I might as well try. She was certainly atttractive and someone I'd prefer to eat more than others I'd dated. What the heck, nothing else was working and I had nothing to lose.I'd try raping her with my tongue. If I'd thought about it, I'd realize that rape probably isn't that easy in any situation but rape with your face between her legs was probably impossible. Anyway, I made my move and all kinds of things happened at the same time.

I sort of sat back, kneeling. I had been part way on her so my one leg was between hers. I leaned down to get my face to her crotch while also getting hold of her slip and lifting it up to her waist, out of the way. I got my face into her panties and moved my right hand from her slip to the crotch of her panties to pull them out of the way. I stuck out my tongue and started probing, getting mostly hair. I quickly discovered that her cunt was way down between her legs, not as easy to get to as I had expected. With my face as far into the mattress and up into her crotch as I could get it, I finally found something with my tongue besides hair and started probing and trying to lick.

Meanwhile, she was all "No, Mike," and sort of pushing me out away from her, acting sort of panicked. Then she changed. She stopped. When my tongue actually found her cunt, she stopped. She was quiet, she moved her hands back off me. As I tried to get my tongue further into her, I could sense her legs spread some, giving me more room. I got my other leg in between her legs and put my left hand under her butt to try and lift her up a little. Her hips moved a little, her cunt coming more up towards me -- I realized later she really just bent her knees and moved her feet back towards her bottom. But whatever, it gave me access.

I got my tongue into an opening and started licking. It was like a slit, I could lick up and down in it. It was soft and yet sort of firm. Luckily or accidentally, the way I had got to her cunt made me start sort of higher up in her slit and I probably was hitting her clit fairly early on without realizing it. As I licked up and down I could feel her get more and more moist -- not wet, just moist or damp. Everything seemed to get a little softer, mushier. My tongue moved more and more easily through her. I tried to shove my tongue in as far as I could, sort of fuck her with my tongue, but I don't think I ever got to her vagina that first time because my tongue never really went in all that far. Accidentally, though, I was getting her clit a lot and her hips started to almost jump and she started making odd noises -- sort of heavy breathing that was also part moaning.

I felt like I had a bunch of hair caught in my mouth and teeth and pulled back slightly to try and remove the hair with my one hand. She gave a noticeable "Ohh" sound and I felt both of her hands on the back of my head, pushing me back into her. I just kept licking and sucking at the fluid that seemed to come more and more. Her cunt was now very mushy or soft and I could grab parts of it with my lips and suck on it as I kept licking away. I probably sucked on her clit a little without knowing what I was doing because I never really got as far down between her legs as I needed in order to get at all of her cunt and her vagina. But what I did sure worked. She was soon almost shouting, pushing me into her as tightly as she could and waving her legs back and forth, pressing against the side of my head. It was good she held me in there because the way her hips were jerking around, I wouldn't have been able to keep licking and sucking her the way I did.

It was all very sexy. The taste wasn't delicious, like ice cream or fruit or anything but it wasn't distasteful. The reaction I got from her was fantastic, unbelievable. I think that getting her off as I did was more appealing than the actual taste or feel of eating her. Anyway, she soon was almost gushing fluid out. It entered my mind briefly that she was peeing but it wasn't the same at all, a little more viscous, milder tasting than pee would likely be. Then her screams changed back to moans and her hands were pulling at my hair, pulling me away from her and her legs had fallen off to each side, giving me lots of room. I sat back on my haunches and looked at her in what was a pretty dark room. She was smiling, breathing very heavy and, as it looked to me, crying -- tears in her eyes. I leaned forward and got next to her and we were facing each other with our arms around each other. I kissed her on the lips. She definitely kissed back.

"Are you crying? Is something wrong?" I asked very softly.

She just looked at me, smiling. for a moment. "No nothing's wrong. You were great. I've never felt like that before in my life."

She kissed me again, we ran our hands on each others' backs. I put my hand down on her butt, still with her panties covering it, and, surprisingly she did the same for me, sliding her hand under my shorts onto my bare butt.

"I'm crying about me," she said. "I don't know why I act like I do. I wanted that to happen. I've wanted more to happen ever since I met you but was never able to admit it. But this is all wrong. I shouldn't like it so much. A good girl shouldn't feel like this."

"Actually a good girl should feel like this," I replied. "Every girl should feel like this at some time or another. What would be bad is for a girl to never feel a sexual orgasm, sexual pleasure."

"But I've tried all my life to be proper, to be the right kind of person. Having sex with a guy I've dated a half-dozen times, even if I liked it, isn't right."

"I think it is," I answered, thinking quickly but talking slowly. "Everyone tries to play the role they want to be, whether it's a proper girl or the class clown. We all are doing what we think we ought to much of the time. But we're human. We need to be ourselves some of the time. Maybe we need to be careful about it and not over-do it but we need to be human sometime. God, or nature, or whatever you want to believe, made us sexual animals. It's normal to get pleasure out of sex, that's the way we're made. It's normal to repress it but it's also normal to enjoy it when the time comes. I could tell when we kissed and fooled around that you wanted more but were holding back for some reason. Right or wrong, I figured maybe you were holding back because you were afraid of getting pregnant. So, I suggested oral sex. And while it took a some time, I guess it worked. You finally got drunk enough or horny enough to want to take me up on it and you called me. But when you got here, you went back to hiding it. You just gotta go ahead and open up sometimes and go for it. That's what I did when I suggested oral sex."

"Yeah," she said, looking me in the eye, "but that was easy for you. You knew what you were doing. I've never done this before, I didn't know what to expect, I don't know what I'm supposed to do."

"Ann, the first time my mouth touched a, uh, cunt if that's the right word, was ten minutes ago. I've never done this before either."

"But you were so good, I've never felt anything better in my life."

"Well, I guess it comes naturally or something. Once I got my mouth and tongue there I just worked away and did whatever felt right. I liked it. I liked the feel and taste and I liked the way it made you react. I learned something, too. For one, when you orgasm, you really cum. You must cum more than a guy does."

"I'm sorry," she injected, "I don't think I can control it. What did you do about it?"

"Don't be sorry. it's natural. I just slurped up as much of it as I could. I thought it was pretty sexy."

"That must be what I tasted on you when we kissed."

"Must be. But I learned other stuff, too -- how you reacted when I did certain things. Next time I'll probably do better. Practice always helps."

"Oh, Mike, I can't imagine it could ever be better," she murmurs and kisses me. She moves her hand around on my back as we kiss, feeling my butt, and sort of shoving her hips, rubbing against me. "But, if you'd like more practice . . . " she says with a dirty grin on her face.

"I'd love it," I answer quickly, "but let's get all our clothes off so I can do it right this time, without having to fight you off."

"All our clothes? You want me to get naked?"

"Yeah. Ann, we're going to spend the next day eating each other, sucking and licking each others genitals, it's the wrong time to get bashful. We can just get at each other better naked, it will all just be sexier."

She grinned at me, got off the bed, pulled her slip up over her head and off, pulled her panties down and stepped out of them, then reached back and unfastened her bra. As she's doing this and then folding them and putting them on a chair, I'm planning on what to do. I don't know at all what I'm doing here, it's new ground for me, but I figure that I should give her the complete treatment as I've read about it in porno stories. I can't see her perfectly in the semi-darkness but I can see enough to realize that she has a very nice body. Maybe not porn-queen style or Playboy centerfold but not missing by much. Her breasts aren't large but they're there, she has a slim waist, nice legs, hips a little broader than the cartoon ideal woman but very feminine, and a lovely firm butt. She's back on the bed in a few seconds and I'm onto her.

I kiss her and start working my way down her body, licking and sucking both breast nipples, holding each in turn and softly massaging them a little. She tells me her breasts are too small and I tell her they're perfect. Then kissing down her stomach and abdomen, dodging the real meat for now and going on down her leg. I take each toe in my mouth and suck on it, then the same to the other foot, and then start kissing back up her other leg. She's already moaning and I can smell her sex -- maybe it's left over from last time but I think she's getting hot and juicy in anticipation. When I actually get up her thigh, she spreads her legs wide, wider than I thought possible, and did something with her hips to push her hairy mound up and available to me.

I get a hand on each side, pull a little, spreading her open even more, and shove my tongue right into her. I lick up and down, savoring the taste, the warmth, the moistness. Her lips are still firm and it even feels good. Her whimpers turn towards moans and I can hear her breathing. I get my tongue up in her, moving higher, until I feel the shape of her clit and I flick my tongue back and forth on it. I can actually feel it grow slightly and I get my lips on it to bite softly. She almost screams and her hips jump. I lick back down into her again, hunting for her vagina opening, get there and push my tongue as far in as I can, then back out and lick some more. Her whole cunt's getting a little softer, a little wetter, her noises are a little louder, her hips moving around even more.

I get back up to her clit, intending to stay there and bring her to orgasm. Under my chin, I get two fingers together and push them up into her. I lick and suck on her clit as I slide my fingers in and out. She's almost screaming, her hands are on the back of my head again, holding me in to her. It's just as well she's holding me because the way her hips are bouncing around, I'm not sure if I could keep my face into her without help. I just keep licking and sucking and finger fucking. Her legs start waving now, almost closing on me, then opening again. I can feel a gush of liquid. I pull my fingers out and move down a little to slurp up everything I can and keep my tongue busy in her at the same time.

So, she's pulling on my hair to get me out. I sit back on my haunches and look at her. She has a glint in her eye. She grabs me and practically knocks me over, reaches for my cock, grabs it, sits up over me and bends down to get her mouth to it. She attacks it like a Popsicle, her lips around it and about half of it in her mouth as she licks and sucks.

"I don't know what I'm doing," she says, lifting her mouth free for a moment, "so tell me what to do."

"You're doing fine," I say, "I'm not sure anything you do would be wrong. Just don't bite. I don't want any wounds down there."

I don't think she paid any attention, she was too busy sucking on me, her mouth full. I think this may actually be better than fucking, her warm mouth working away as a vagina never would. Her one hand has hold of my balls and is massaging them, moving around a little. Her other hand is on the base of my cock, sort of holding it up (although it doesn't need any help, it's up all right). With her mouth, her tongue moving all the time, it seems as if she's trying to see how much of my cock she can manage to swallow or stuff inside her.

I've had a hard-on for what seems like hours now and I can feel that I'm not going to last long at all. I can feel my balls sack sort of stiffen, my cock actually stiffens a little more, too.

"I'm going to cum." I say, loud enough for her to hear.. Her eyes flick in my direction for a moment but she just keeps sucking away. Then I shoot a load. With a surprised look in her eyes, she loosens her mouth and pulls up. The next shot hits her lips and chin. Her eyes flick in my direction again, then she drops her head down and starts sucking on the head as I shoot off more and more. She swallows everything I give her except for the one load on her face.

When it's obvious that I'm done, she keeps one hand around my cock and sits back, a big smile on her face. I guess she can feel there's something on her face because she uses her other hand to wipe across her mouth and chin, then puts it to her mouth and licks her fingers and palm.

"That was something," she says, grinning. "You surprised me but it sure was sexy."

With that she almost falls forward onto me and we get our arms around each other and kiss again. The kiss tastes different than others, we've both got the others cum on our mouths.

We keep hold of each other and kiss and talk a little. I've loved every moment. I've done better than I thought I would. Apparently she's loved every moment, too, and things went better for her than she expected. I feel her breasts and ass and tell her how sexy she is. She feels my ass but centers more on feeling my cock. So, I cup her mound and slide a finger slightly in a little. 

"We're both ready for a shower, I think," I suggest. She smiles and starts off the bed in agreement. Considering everything, it must be something around five in the morning by now -- still dark but daylight will starts showing soon. I know what I want to do next, fuck her, get into her, and I think I'll just have to surprise her rather than ask permission. I get a condom out of a drawer, unwrap it, set it to the side, and follow her into the bathroom.


Ann



NB: This is a sequel of sorts to the story "Alison"

It was only a few weeks ago that it happened: that night was the worst of my life. It's only been a short while since I wrote my original story, and I had no idea I would be writing about my love life again. Well, at least, not so soon. It all happened at our senior formal. I had been going with Alison for quite a long time by that stage, and I was under the impression that everything was just perfect between us.

I believed that I was in love; in fact I'm certain that I was, and I thought Alison felt the same way as me. Our sex life was tremendous, we constantly talked for hours on end—we had been pretty much inseparable for the best part of a year. Now that's all over.

I picked her up for the formal at about seven o'clock, pulling up to her driveway to see her waiting on the front lawn with her parents. After a brief conversation with them, I had Alison all to myself, in my old Peugeot 505. I leaned across and kissed her, my tongue quickly passing into her mouth and massaging her own. She immediately broke the kiss, looking back to where her parents had been and seeing that they'd gone back inside, breathed a sigh of relief.

"Don't scare me like that, Cole! What do you reckon my parents would think if they saw us like that?"

"That you're not a virgin," I joked. She hit me softly on the arm.

"Very funny, Cole. Just please be a bit more careful when they're around."

"Since they're not now, how about it?" I asked, a grin playing across my face.

"I don't see any problem with that. Get over here, you animal." I didn't need to be told twice. I leaned over again, continuing our first kiss, and my hand moved across and rubbed her bare thigh.

"Oh god you're hot Cole. That's it, right there. Please, keep rubbing me. And go higher—I'm not wearing any panties." I nearly came when she said that. I didn't bother waiting around, though, and reached up under her dress towards her nether regions. She wasn't lying, either. I reached up and covered her entire pussy with my hand, only to find that it was almost completely bald—she had shaved it. As I once said, I usually love really thick bushes, but there seemed some kind of illicitness to this new look that turned me on even further, and it sent me into overdrive.

Forgetting about fingering her, I bent down, lifted her dress a little and brought my tongue to her hot pussy. She gulped.

"Oh, right there Cole, riiiigggggggghhhhhhhtttt there!" I moved my tongue, tracing the rim of her beautifully bald cunt, before quickly entering her with it. As I began to suck on her clit she unexpectedly came, covering my mouth and chin with her sweet juices.

"Fuck, that was quick. Where did that come from, honey?" I asked.

"You just turn me on so much, Cole. You're so fucking good at it, too. We're not done either, by the way. Just drive round the corner first, though. Then my parents won't know for sure that I am not virgin." I laughed, started the car and backed it out of the driveway, before driving a few hundred metres and turning it into a back road. I parked, and only seconds after the engine clicked off and I had had no time to react, she was on me. Her tongue down my throat, she frantically pulled the top of her dress down to reveal her small, pale, beautiful breasts, her bright pink nipples hardened to a point, and unzipped my fly. I reached up and put both hands on her bare breasts, kneading, massaging and rubbing as if I'd never felt them before. The fact that I'd once eaten chocolate sauce off them didn't detract from the situation.

She pulled out my cock and suddenly impaled herself on it, causing me to groan audibly.

"Oh, you like that, do you sex-boy? What about this?" She began riding my prick at a frenetic pace, before pulling her breasts out of my hands and feeding them to my face. I buried my head in her chest. Though I couldn't breathe, I felt far too good to care. Normally I like to go on top, or at least be in control, but with Alison, she's so good at riding me, that I never minded. She has this wonderful method of moving her hips, going up and then down, before really grinding down onto me, and then continuing the pattern. It made for great sex, though it was all I could do not to come within seconds.

This time I ended up lasting quite a while, not because it wasn't good, because it was brilliant, but because of the confined space. I don't know why, but I always seem to be able to go for ages if there is little room to move, and that of course means great sex. I remember that time I fucked Jess in the library bathroom—there was so little space that I was able to pummel her for the entire lunch hour, breasts in hand with tongues and lips locked, before coming right on time for our next lesson.

So as Alison bucked and humped me, I enjoyed her breasts, and we lost track of time—by the time we finished we were running extremely late. We didn't mind that much though, because we knew the formal and inevitable after parties would last all night. As I began the engine and pulled out onto the main road, Alison said:

"That was amazing, Cole. Though I think we might have gone for too long. There wasn't even time for me to give you a blow job." I laughed.

"That's okay, baby, I didn't need one, you're so sexy."

"Thanks, Cole," she said, blushing, which made me laugh. Alison is an amazing girl—she can perform the most wanton sex acts, and moments later turn into her shy, reserved and easily embarrassed self. She continued:

"I know you might be happy, but I'm not until I've tasted your cock. So I'm going to get what I need. Just don't get us killed in a car accident."

"I won't," I said, laughing. Then I groaned, because she had suddenly taken my entire length into her hot mouth in one gulp. She held it in place for a few seconds, while I tried to concentrate on my driving, before removing it from her mouth. Then she began licking my head, standing proudly out on my erect penis, and I felt a bit of pre-cum easing out of my cock.

"Ooh, Cole, not yet honey, not yet. You have to let me suck on it first."

"Don't worry, I'm not coming yet." She took that as a personal challenge, and intensified her licking, reaching the sensitive underside of the head, before licking along the shaft down to my balls, already tensing up for another load. I groaned again, trying in vain to ignore the sensations running through my body, and made sure I was at a safe distance behind the other car and following the right direction.

This continued for the entire trip, and I honestly believe I didn't orgasm just because I was concentrating so much on not having an accident with another car. Or maybe it was because she hadn't pulled out her vacuum cleaner yet. I pulled into the car park of where the formal was being held, saw we were only a half hour late, and warned Alison that we'd arrived. She licked the length and width of my prick once more, put it back into her sexy little mouth, and then provided the suction I wanted, the suction I needed.

"Oh, Allllllliiiiiiisonnnnnnnn. That mouth is amazing! Please, keep going, I'm almost there. Right...now!" I exhaled deeply, nearly unable to keep control of the car. It's a good thing that we were now travelling so slowly. As she swallowed down all of my cum, I said:

"You've got to do that more often." She regained her composure.

"What, once a day isn't enough for you?"

"Twice a day wouldn't be enough with that mouth of yours." She blushed again. I continued: "Come on, Alison. We'd better get inside, okay. You all clean and ready to go?" She nodded mutely while I put my dick back in my pants, checking for any suspicions stains or marks.

There were none, so I opened the door and stepped out of the car, quickly going around before Alison could get up and opening her door. As I helped her out of her seat, she said:

"Oh, my perfect gentleman." As she did, I put my hand on her tight rump and gave it a nice, firm squeeze. She slapped me lightly on the wrist, saying:

"God, you men! Always wanting one thing out of a girl—when you've already had it two seconds earlier!" We both laughed.

"Well you know me and my reputation. Since you're the only girl I'm with right now, you have to satisfy my big appetite. Before we started going together, I was having about four or five girls—students and teachers from our school—each week."

"Oh, yeah right, Cole."

"What?" I said, laughing.

"It was more like six or seven." I tried, and failed, to look innocent.

"Why don't we just get inside, and stop talking about my nefarious past?" She agreed, and we moved off into the large hall room, where most of the people in our grade already were.

It was a glorious sight as we swept inside, with everyone dressed up very smartly for the occasion. The first couple we met inside were Ann and Vincent, who had been going together for just a little while shorter than Alison and I had. I'd slept with Ann a number of times before, though, technically we never did any sleeping, and we had been good friends for a long time. We'd never considered it as going out, just fucking around and having fun, but when I'd gotten with Alison and she with Vincent, it had been a moot point. Ann, though, is a very sexy girl—Asian (though completely Australian in accent and time spent here), average height, a beautiful face with a wide-eyed stare (that looked amazing if she gave it to you while sucking on your cock) and gorgeous smile, small but very firm tits with marvellous, brown nipples, a butt to rival Alison's, and a wonderful, neatly shaved, hot (oh so hot) cunt. Sorry to digress.

"Hi Alison, Cole. How's it going? Bit late aren't we?" Ann said, smiling. Alison and I shared a mischievous grin, before she answered:

"We're fine, but bonehead here managed to get lost on the way here." Vincent and Ann laughed.

"Time for a dance, I think," announced Ann suddenly, and we all four moved out onto the ballroom dance floor, ready to enjoy probably our grade's final night together. I had no idea how much drama the night would bring.

It happened later in the evening: Ann and I were now sharing a dance, while Alison and Vincent went off to the seating area to get a drink, and probably just to shoot the breeze. It had been a while since I had spoken with Ann properly, and it was a slow song, so as we moved we were really able to have a good conversation.

"And how's life with you at the moment, Cole?" I looked across to the other side of the room and could make out Alison, my Alison, having a spirited discussion with Vincent. My heart fluttered.

"Life is wonderful. I'm in love with that girl."

"I know how you feel, it's the same with me and Vincent. Though," she added wickedly, "I believe I remember you saying you loved me when we were having sex in my mum and dad's bed while they were away for the weekend." I laughed loudly, which drew some stares from my former classmates, considering the type of music that was currently playing.

"What are you talking about? I distinctly recall saying to you, that I loved your hot body, your sexy breasts and your tight arse. And I recall you saying how much you loved my huge cock in your pussy." She laughed, and blushed a little, too. Hell, even I was a little flustered. She jokingly ground her hips into mine, which instantly made my cock stir in my pants.

"Yeah, those were fun times, Cole. And apparently, the fun times continue," she finished, feeling the new presence rubbing against her as we moved to the music.

"I suppose so, eh?" I said, softly rubbing my hand down her back onto her bottom, caressing her cheeks with both my hands. I stopped myself, with an effort, though.

"It feels so good, Ann, but I don't want to go down that road again. I care too much about Alison to do that to her."

"It's the same with me. You know, maybe we should stop dancing, and continue our conversation with a few drinks. That way we can't be touching each other—turning each other on."

"Good idea. By the way, how is Vincent, you know, in bed?"

"Oh, he's wonderful. You wouldn't think it to look at him, but he's quite a physical presence. He's pretty big, you know."

"Cool. Just interested."

"Okay, and what about Alison?" I laughed.

"She's amazing. Then again, so were you, but I've always had feelings for her, so I think it's just a bit more special. You both have really cute butts and tits, and you're both awesome kissers. Both very good, but I think it's just more special with her. Behind her, though—definitely you." She smiled with pleasure.

"Thanks, Cole. To be honest, I feel about the same when I compare you and Vincent. I think it's just that with us, we both knew it was never anything serious."

"That's right," I said, as we reached the place they were serving drinks at. I couldn't see Alison and Vincent immediately, but I wanted to wash my hands, so I pecked Ann on the cheek, thanked her for the dance, and then excused myself to go to the bathroom.

That's when I stumbled in on Vincent and Alison. If they'd just used the ladies' room, I think I may never have found out—certainly not on that night, at least. But fortunately, or unfortunately—whichever one you feel suits best—I opened the door to a completely shocking sight.

Alison, with her dress only slightly re-arranged, was pushed hard against the bathroom wall, being pummelled by Vincent. I have no idea how long they'd been in here for, but they'd built up quite a rhythm, and Alison had her eyes closed in unmistakable ecstasy, while Vincent was focusing on giving her the hardest fucking he possibly could.

I'd only ever seen that look on Alison's face when we were making love—I never thought I'd have to see it from a background view. I'm not exactly sure what my first emotions were, because they all came flooding out so quickly, but I think the first one was hurt. Just utterly hurt and rejected. This soon turned to sick, hot rage, which at first focused on the fact that I had now been in the room for a number of seconds, yet they were still so ensconced in their fucking that they hadn't noticed me. This soon changed to my feelings towards Ann—poor Ann who was sitting alone with a drink, wondering where her boyfriend of almost a year was and waiting for her good friend to return from the toilet, having just minutes before been tempted greatly to re-open an old door with that old friend, but choosing not to for love of Vincent. I think that's what got me the most. In that moment, that single split-second moment, I loved Ann more deeply than I ever loved Alison, more deeply than I think I will ever love another human being. That only lasted a moment, though, and though my feelings of hurt for both her and myself remained, it was my feeling of anger that overrode them. 

I eased myself back out of the room and marched off to find Ann. As soon as I reached her, the first thing I did was grab her by the hand, pull her to her feet and say:

"Follow me."

"Why?"

"You'll see. And it's not going to be good." She looked a little uneasy, but she followed me all the same.

When we reached the bathroom, she was on the verge of asking another question, but I silenced her with a look, before pushing open the door. Alison was now facing the wall, evidently having changed positions, and was being fucked by Vincent from behind. She was screaming in delight while Vincent was grunting loudly with every thrust. I had a sudden, irrational thought, this place must have thick walls, considering that you could hear none of the noise they were making from outside. I still don't know exactly why I was focusing on that at that point in time. Ann gasped audibly as she took in the sight, before stumbling backwards, beginning to hyperventilate.

I wanted to help her—my good friend who had suddenly been struck down by this betrayal, as I had—but I did what came naturally to me. I moved swiftly across the room and pulled Vincent roughly off Alison, announcing my and Ann's arrival, and threw him across the room to the ground. I guess I had an advantage in the element of surprise. Vincent certainly didn't know much about what was going on, falling straight over.

I then turned to Alison. Unspeakable rage came over me when she turned around to see what was going on, meeting my furious glare with a guilt-stricken look of her own.

"What the fuck is going on in here? Alison, why? Why are you in here with him? I thought you loved me." She was speechless—she did look sorry. What I wasn't sure, and still am unsure of, is whether she was sorry for doing what she had done, or sorry for getting caught. I still hate the thought, but I'm guessing it was the latter. I think she was enjoying it too much to be sorry for doing it.

As these thoughts flashed across my mind, I unconsciously drew back my left arm and balled a fist. My intent, though, was certainly conscious. I had never been so hurt, angry and rejected before. For the first time in my life I had actually truly cared about someone, and for the first time I had been rejected—by Alison. My Alison. It was Ann who stepped in, and I must say, she's a lot stronger than I am, something I greatly admire in her. She softly put her hand on my left forearm, pulling it gently down to my side, giving me a pleading look. Please don't do it, it's not worth it, that look told me. I'm so glad I listened.

"You know what, you're right Ann. Fuck you, Alison. Fuck yourself Vincent, I can't believe I ever considered you a friend. You are two of the most immoral, dishonest, disloyal and disgusting people I have ever had the trouble of coming across. I hope you have a good time together, doing whatever the hell you want to do so much, but I just don't want to know. All I want to know, Alison, is: was it worth it?" I didn't wait for a response, though, storming out of the bathroom as quickly as I could.

It was a haze, working my way out of there, but I found myself in the driver's seat of my car, where I'd been making love to Alison only a few hours before, with my eyes tearing up. I still couldn't come to grips with what had just transpired inside. Suddenly, there was a knock on my window, and I looked up to see Ann, tears streaming down her face, asking to come in. I nodded, and she went round to the other side, opening the passenger door and getting in the car.

"I thought you might be here, I couldn't see you anywhere inside." I nodded, and we both, almost comically, wiped our faces at the exact same moment. Ann let out a sexy giggle. It's funny, that even at this emotional low, I could notice how sexy Ann's laugh was.

"How did you leave it in there?"

"You pretty much said all that needed to be said, so I just kicked Vincent in the groin and left to find you. Took me a while, though," she said, trying to give me a reassuring grin. God, she looked so beautiful, and I found myself feeling, only for an instant, that deep love I had felt back in the bathroom. I suddenly laughed, though, and said:

"You kicked Vincent! After you stopped me from hitting Alison!" I was only joking, of course—I was utterly pleased with the fact that I hadn't touched her. Imagine that: her action being able to change me enough to be willing to hit a girl.

"Yeah, well, Alison's a girl. Guys can't hit girls. But girls can hit guys. I just prospered from the rules." She gave me a mischievous grin, and I laughed.

I suddenly felt extremely close to Ann, and I found myself leaning across, and her doing the same, before our lips met in a soft, long, lingering kiss. I didn't move at all, and neither did she, and we just sat there, enjoying the kiss. She parted her mouth slightly, and I took that as an invitation to plunge my tongue into her mouth, which she then massaged with her own. Like I'd said to her earlier, she was a tremendous kisser.




Ann



This story is true, and as vivid in my memory as if it happened only yesterday.

It was the summer after I'd turned 18, and she was the best friend of a girl in my summer school French class. Her name was Ann and we met one afternoon when she came to pick up her friend, Lynn. That night I called Lynn with a million questions about Ann. She laughed and told me she'd just gotten off the phone with Ann, who had a million questions about me.

The first couple of times we went out were pretty innocent. I was a virgin, but had done about everything but had sex with a couple of former girlfriends. I wasn't sure whether Ann was a virgin or not, and it didn't really matter to me.

On our third date, we went to a drive-in movie. Midway through the movie, the rain began to come down too hard to see the screen. One thing led to another, and soon we were into serious foreplay. Before I knew it, we were both partially undressed and I was fumbling to find the condom I kept hidden in my car, "just in case" this moment came. (No pun intended) 

Let's be honest – something which may be rare in discussion of first time experiences – my first time was a disaster. We determined the front seat was too confining, so we moved to the backseat. In the move, I lost my erection. By the time it came to putting on the condom, I was only –semi-hard and all but over the edge. Before I had the head of my cock completely in her, it was over. I learned – in a matter of words – that she was not a virgin, though from my struggle to enter her, and her unexpected vocal response to my efforts, I honestly thought she was. I apologized, thinking I may have taken HER virginity. She said little, and thankfully, forgave my clumsiness and didn't disagree when I promised to make it up to her.

The following weekend, we hooked her best friend up with my best friend, Donnie. We went to a movie and then to a local hangout, which was kind of dead. Knowing that my parents were at our lake house, Donnie suggested we go back to my house and shoot a couple of games of pool on my father's table. 

As soon as we pulled into the driveway, Ann told me that she wanted a "tour" of the house before we shot pool. The last room on "tour" was my parent's bedroom. As we started to leave, I turned her around and kissed her. It was our first time alone since my "first time." Alone in the privacy and comfort of my parents house, her reaction to our kiss was even more electric than our first time together. After a few minutes of making out standing up, I suggested we'd be more comfortable on my parent's bed. She told me to lock the door so our friends couldn't surprise us. I turned to lock the door and dim the lights, and when I turned back around she had already climbed on my parent's old antique bed and was reaching out for me to join her. Though we had had sex once, I was taking nothing for granted.

After a LOT of deep, passionate kissing I had her blouse unbuttoned. As I started kissing her breasts, she began unbuttoning my shirt. After more kissing and petting, I let my hand wander down to the bottom of her skirt. When I started moving my hand slowly up the inside of her thighs, she stopped me, but didn't make me move my hand. The longer and more passionately we kissed, the further my hand moved up her thighs, until I could feel the heat coming through her wet panties. When I started to slip my fingers under the legband, she again stopped me, but didn't make me move my hand. I was beginning to wonder if I would get as far with her as our previous weekend.

When I finally got one finger under the legband and slipped it into her, she moaned loudly and gripped my shoulders so hard I wondered if her fingernails were going to rip my shirt. In the excitement at the drive-in, I had thought her "tightness" was because she was also a virgin. Now, with us stretched out on my parent's bed and able to be relaxed, I realized – at least in my own mind – she was "small." 

After a long time of kissing and "finger play" I was able to get her skirt and slip off, but not her panties. The longer we kissed and played, the more delirious with passion she became. As we continued kissing, I used my free hand to carefully unbuckle and unzip my pants, and slowly moved around until my pants and boxers were below my hips, releasing my erection. As we continued kissing and petting, I moved over her in the missionary position and we began moving like we were having sex. With her panties between us, she didn't seem to realize how little was keeping me from penetrating her. When my cock finally "found" its way past the legband of her panties, and she felt it against her soft, silky curls and wetness, she quickly reached down and grabbed me with one hand as she pushed me away with the other. "OH GOD, STOP!" she cried. I stopped, but didn't move. I felt like I was going to explode. She moaned loudly as she continued holding my cock in what felt like a death grip.

"Ann, I want you." I whispered. In the dim light she looked at me with tears in her eyes and told me she was scared. She said that while she was not a virgin, the only two other guys she'd been with weren't close to my size and that she was afraid it was going to hurt. My cock went soft as we lay there for what seemed an eternity, talking. She said the first time we were together, she was glad I came before getting into her, because I felt big when only semi-hard. Finally, after a lot of promises that I would never force myself on her, we started making out again. After a lot of passionate kissing, I once again moved over her and started moving like we were having sex. This time when she felt the head of my cock rubbing against her very wet opening, she didn't stop me. When the head found its way between her lips, and tried to slip in, she cried out and gripped my shoulders until I wondered if she was drawing blood.

Her body slowly and begrudgingly opened to my near-virgin cock as we passionately kissed and rocked against each other. Like the first time, I felt my cock erupt before I was really in her; the only difference was that this time I was hard as steel and at least the head of my cock was in her. The feeling was even more overwhelming that the first time, and I kept trying to push deeper, without realizing that she was trying to keep me from going too deep. Though I was lost in the moment, her cries had brought a heavy knock on my parent's bedroom door!

As her friend Lynn kept calling her name and asking if she was okay, Ann held me close; through sobs assured Lynn that she was okay; and whispered for me to "please don't take it out." We lay there with her body gripping my softening cock until her friend was convinced that she was okay and left us alone again. In the dim light, her beautiful blue eyes glistened with tears as she looked up at me and whispered, "Please get it hard again, I've got to have you – and this time I want to feel all of you in me." 

We both felt it growing hard inside of her as we looked into each other's eyes and began to move as one. Once again, as our passion grew, her tears began to flow, but this time, thanks to us having overlooked a condom in the heat of passion, her love tunnel was WELL lubricated with my cum, and her tears were of joy. This time I knew to muffle her cries with deep, passionate kisses. When it was over, she giggled and whispered, "I feel like I just lost my virginity, again." Since I hadn't actually penetrated her the "first time" we tried in the backseat of the car, I felt like this was my "real" first time. 

When my parents returned home, my mother was more skeptical than appreciative that I had washed all of the linens "just to help her out." Personally, I was just thankful she found no blood stains!

Though my lover and I were only 18; I was a virgin, and she wasn't far from it, my "first times" were without question among the most unforgettable memories of my life. And in my 50-some years, only one other lover has expressed both pain and pleasure as loudly and with tears. I would give anything to know where Ann is today. She will forever hold a special place in my heart and memory. 



Ann



This is my first try. It is entirely imagination. Your comments are greatly appreciated. 

Ann

*

Part 1:- The beginning

Ann looked at me in utter shock as I close the bathroom door. Naked, I stepped into the tub and knell down behind her. 

"What are you doing," she stammers as she tries to stand up.

I place my hands on her shoulder and prevent her from moving. My arms encircle her naked body as the palms of my hands gently cup her breasts, slowly pressing her back against my chest.

As I caress her nipples with my finger and thumb, I felt them stiffen and grow hard. 

My sister gasps as I knead the swell of her breasts. Her wet hair fell back against my shoulder. My engorged penis is hot and stiff, as it press against the small of her back.

Her hands reach outwards holding onto the side of the tub. As she moves up slightly, I insert my throbbing penis between the softness of her buttocks. 

"Noooo, please don't," she cry out softly.

My right hand slowly turns her faced sideways towards mine and my mouth seeks hers. I kiss my sister on her lips for the first time as a man kissing a woman. She tries to turn away but I am stronger. As our lips meet, my tongue enters her mouth. She fights back but gradually Ann submits and I taste her tongue. 

I kiss her deeply, our saliva intermingling. 

My left hand moves down to caress her stomach. I feel her pubic hair. Ann's body shudders as I rub her protruding clitoris. She moans against my mouth and I feel her lower body trembling. I hold her tight against me. 

My middle finger rubs downwards and I penetrate my sister's vagina. The velvet softness of her almost made me ejaculate.

As I finger fuck her, Ann gasp and her head fall back onto my shoulder. I see her eyes glaze over and I too am in a tremendous heightening sense of eroticism.

She crosses her legs, imprisoning my hand between them. Then her orgasm takes over and I feel her vagina grasping my finger tightly. As her body begins to shudder, I stop my movements, just holding her tightly and kissing her cheek.

The tension and tightness ebb away slowly as she lean against me in total exhaustion. 

However, I am hard and I want her so badly. 

There is never the intention of rape. I love her so much and I do not even know how I ever got the courage to be in this situation. 

Ann is 43 years old and I am 48. We are more than what siblings are. We are friends, always confining with each other. When she divorced ten years ago, I was the one she leaned on for comfort and solace. 

But today, I am in her tub, holding her naked form to mine, making illicit incestuous love to her. I had yearned for her body ever since that day I saw her nude when she was 20. It was on her wedding day. I had walked into her room to enquire about something that I cannot even recall. There she was, getting dressed. She turned around and I saw the vision of loveliness and beauty, a goddess of Venus, it there ever was one. She stood completely naked, except for the pair of silk panty hose. Her beautiful breasts, firm and jutting out and those pink luscious nipples were a sight to make any man cum just looking at them. Down between her thighs, I saw the dark curls of her pubic hair. I tried to tear my eyes away but I stood transfixed. She quickly covers up with her hands and finally I turned to look the other way. I uttered some apology and left the room. 

When she saw me later, she just smiled and said, "What did you want just now?" 

I said I was sorry for not knocking. She gave me a peck on my cheeks and walked off. 

For Ann, it was nothing of concern but for me, no woman will ever hold a candle against her. I have masturbated thinking of her for twenty-three years, even after I got married. 

Today, I cannot hold back my need for her intimately. She is alone at home; her only son had left for the university when I drop in to see her as usual. She is taking her bath and I walk in to be with her. I just lost it.

Except for her shocked utterance when I walk in and her subsequent pleading, I had not said a word throughout the time I am in the tub with her.

I lift her in my arms and carry her out of the tub, taking a towel off the hook. Using my hand and foot to open the door, I walk towards her bed and place her on it, so that she sits on the edge. I towel her hair and body. She sat silent as I wipe her dry. I can see tears running down her cheeks and I kiss and lick them off. She keeps her eyes shut. I switch on the bedside lamp and switch off the room lights. In the subdue glow, I wipe my body, taking in the vision sitting in front of me.

At 43, Ann is still the woman I crave. Her breasts are fuller and do not sag, but droops slightly making it more beautiful. The cool air in the room made her nipples stand out like erasers. Her body is still slim and taut, and that makes her breasts look so inviting. I kneel in front of her and place my hands on her lap.

"Ann, don't hate me, I can never hurt you. I love you more than life itself. I love you as my only sister and I love you as only a man can love a woman. Look at me, please, Ann," I pleaded with her.

I look up at her but she keeps her eyes shut. Her sobs were shaking her body. I want her much and seeing her sitting naked in front of me, defenseless and submissive made my precum leak. 

I stand up and gently push her to lie supine on the bed with her legs hanging down on the floor. I kiss her thighs, down to her legs. I suck on her toes. I kiss her thighs again and slowly kiss her pubic hair. Gently, I spread her legs apart and my mouth closed onto her clitoris. 

Ann's body jerks when my tongue rasps against her tiny protrusion. I suck on her and I feel the protrusion grow bigger, almost like a tiny penis. She emits a low moan as her hands spread out to grasp the bed sheet. 

I held her legs and push them up until the centre of her being was fully expose to my eyes. 

I am beside myself with wonder as I look at my sister's vagina. Her pubic hair is bushy. Her opening is already glistening with dewy secretion. I put my lips against her wetness and taste the aroma of her love. My tongue begins to lick at her slippery velvet entrance. 

Ann cried out something inaudible. Her buttocks lifted off the bed as she pressed against my lips.

My mouth clamp onto her as I suck for her juice. Her wetness drips into my mouth. I insert my tongue into her body. Suddenly she squirts and my face is wet with her secretion.

Ann takes in gulps of breath as she succumbs to her second orgasm of our forbidden lovemaking. 

"Oh God, oh Godddddd....." she cried out, in throes of her cumming.

I cannot get enough of her sweet surrender even as she stiffen and let out a gasp of fulfillment. I kept sucking her. She moans and pleads for me to stop.

Finally, I lift my wet face off her crotch. In the moment of indescribable ecstasy, I had partly ejaculated onto the floor.

I want more of Ann and I cannot stop myself.

I turn her around so that she was lying on her stomach. I begin to kiss her back moving down to the softness of her buttocks. I need all of her. Kissing the twin hillocks of her flesh, I spread them apart and lick her anus. Her body shook as my tongue touch her tiny opening. Kissing and sucking her there made Ann cry out again. At this moment, I wonder whether anyone had ever had his lips or tongue on her sphincter.

Having satisfied my desire of knowing my sister's body intimately, I hug her against me in a fetal position. Even though what I do to her is illicit, she had cum twice for me.

I take her hand and place it on my stiff penis. She just let it lie there. I close her fingers around my girth and then she slowly press against it. I want her to feel the sticky precum that has seep out so I take one of her finger and rub it against the tiny opening of my engorge knob.

As we lay quietly, savoring the bliss of taboo acceptance, I whisper in her ear.

"Ann, you don't have to answer me, just shake or nod your head," as I tenderly kiss and caress her head.

"Do you hate me?"

She did not respond.

"Please Ann, if you do, I will leave now and you will never see me again," I said.

Slowly she shakes her head and I feel the tiny pressure as she grasp my penis.

"Ann, I know what I did was wrong and sinful but I am at peace with myself. I have no regrets if I die today. I had wanted you all these years, I kept it bottled up in me and today I........" I could not complete what I need to tell her. 

Then Ann said, "I love you too, so much."

"Oh my love, this is not only today, I will look after you, love you with all my heart and if I can, I want to marry you, so that you will be the mother of our child," I cried, exposing the raw yearning I have for her.

Ann said softly, "Don't ever leave me, God, I love you, Matthew."

As we confine our deepest thoughts to each other, Ann unconsciously is stroking my hard penis and the palm of her hand is wet with my discharge.

"Darling," I said, "are you safe? I want to fuck you".

She flinches when she hears my words.

"Don't be shy," I said. "I want to be free of everything with you. In spirit, I am already your husband. Taboo, incest, I don't care anymore."

Ann wiggles out of my arms and turn to face me. Her hands reach up and touch my face, my lips. She leans closer and kiss my mouth, a lover's kiss acknowledging the ties that binds us together, forever.

My heart soars knowing that from today, Ann, my lovely sister accepts me the way I am. Her body and soul belongs to me.

As we part, she looks into my eyes and the words come out with no hesitation. "My love, I have never felt this way before. Do you mean what you said? You have wanted me all these years."

This time, tears of joy and acceptance wet her eyelids. 

She looks down my body and touches my hardness. Her shyness and innocence takes away my breath.

My penis seems to have grown bigger. I know it is only my imagination. Ann gasps at the sight of the throbbing hard flesh. 

She said in a whisper, "I have never had anyone since my divorce."

She put her head against my chest, as though her confession shames her, making her blush in the dim light. 

"You cannot......f....f...fu...fuck me without protection. I can be pregnant," she said haltingly.

There is only raw wanting between us now. We have lifted all inhibitions that was a barrier moments before. 

"Sweetheart," I replied, "I want to fuck you without anything between us. If I have to wait until you are on the pill, I will. There are other ways I can have you. I want you tonight, Ann, please trust me."

I press her close to my heart and she kisses my chest, her lips seek my nipples, sucking gently. I almost come at the exquisite feeling. She move down and I feel her soft lips kissing my engorged head. I cannot prevent my precum leaking as the liquid coats her lips. Her mouth opens and the sheer bliss of the warmness of her engulfs my turgid head. 

Ann sucks me slowly and I surrender myself to my sister. I can only groan in submission as the gates of my pent up need for her give in. My body shakes spasmodically when the first drip of my sperm drips out into her mouth. Clutching at the pillow beneath my head, I cry out her name. The drips become gobs as essence of my thick liquid ejaculates uncontrolled onto her tongue and fill her mouth. 

I have never come so much before as Ann holds me tightly as I empty myself completely. The sensation is incredible.

Finally, she releases herself and lies back besides me. I raise myself and see that only a thin streak of my sperm wets her left cheek. There was no wetness on the mattress. At that moment, my love for Ann is unconditional. I know that my very self, my life making sperm is deep inside my sister's body. She had swallowed all that I have given to her. No woman had shown her love for me the way Ann had. 

I bent down to lick the remnants off her lips. I kiss Ann deeply, tasting the musk of my secretion in her mouth. Ann opens her eyes and the love shines through. 

Holding her protectively against me, we slip into deep oblivion. 

Part 2:-- The first carnal mating.

I open my eyes, thinking that I just awoke from a fantastic dream. As I groggily look around, I become aware that this is not my own room. The realization set in and I see that I am alone. I sit up in awe of what had happened earlier.

The smell of sex is evident as I look at my naked form. There is the tell tale signs of dried cum on my lower body. I get off the bed and walk into the bathroom. I look at the tub and flashes of Ann and I sitting inside earlier astound me. Did it really happen?

I wash myself, but my thoughts go back to Ann. I am unsure of myself. Where is she? Has she left the house? Worried thoughts play on my mind. I grasp the towel and tie it around my waist. 

I walk out of the bathroom and there is Ann, sitting on the bed in her bathrobe. I breathe a sigh of relief. She looks the same but there is a glow of calm about her. It makes her look so lovely.

Looking at me, her hands reach out. I almost ran to her. I climb back on the bed and we held each other. Our kiss was tender and full of wanting for one another. 

"Are you hungry?" she asked me.

"Emm, yes, not for food, but for you," I replied, kissing her eyelids.

"I made us some sandwiches, they are on the table," she smiled.

I made my way to the table at the side of the room and had a sandwich. It tastes great and the hot chocolate that Ann had prepared. I went back to the bed and sat on it.

Words failed me as I gaze lovingly at the woman beside me. My yearning for her is insatiable. She looks at me as I kneel in front of her. Her eyes never left mine as my hands unclasp the cotton belt holding her bathrobe together. Gently, I slip it off her shoulders, off her arms and remove it. Ann sat nude in front of me. My eyes took in her body that intoxicates me. I am drunk with her naked flesh. My palms reach out to cup her breasts. She makes a deep sigh as I tenderly knead them, feeling her nipples grow hard and pointy. 

"My love," I said, looking at her upturn face, "one day, when you are pregnant with my child, your breasts are going to be full and heavy and I want to suck them, drink your milk."

She shudder hearing me say such things, unheard of before in her life.

"Oh Matt," Ann moaned as I bent down to suck on those incredible nipples.

After kissing, licking and sucking her, I stood up and removed the towel from my waist. My phallus was hard and heavy with renewed strength.

I sat down with my back against the bed head and made Ann lie with her head on my lap. I caress her flesh making her moan softly. My penis was tremendously stiff as it brushes against her cheek. Once again, my precum starts to leak out wetting her cheek.

My hand moves down to cup her crotch. Her wetness is evident as I insert my finger into her opening.

"Oh God, Matt," she cried out, lifting her buttocks to meet my penetration.

"I need to fuck you, darling," I said.

"I want you to," she whimpers, "but not without a condom, please, I beg you."

I pull my finger out of her and with her slick secretion, I move further down to coat her anus, rubbing her tenderly there. 

"Arrggg, God," she gasp.

More of her love juice seeps out, making its way between her legs and making her wet around the anal region.

Gently, I rub the juices around and slowly I inserted my middle finger into her. At first, her sphincter closes up tight, refusing me entry. 

"Shssss, relax, my darling, just let me love you, trust me," I assured her.

"Ahhh.....ahhhh....I have never......never...." She whimpers.

Her mouth opened with a gasp as the anal opening surrenders to my tender probing. Her eyes look at me and glaze over as my finger enters her. 

Slowly I fuck my finger into her rectum.

Ann lifted her legs up giving me access to her forbidden hole. My finger went in deeper and I kept it there, not moving, allowing her to accept and get use to the insertion.

I can feel her acceptance and knowing that the initial discomfort is over, I move in and out, in a fucking motion, but with tenderness.

As she got used to the motion, her anal muscles grew lax and I am able to move in and out of her.

I know that hers is still a virgin anus and my penis was just too big for her to accept. However, I am too far gone to stop myself from fucking her there. Just the thought of taking her for the first time and in that brown tiny hole almost blew my mind. I had to do it in the right way so that she will not hurt as much.

I pull my finger out and placing her head off my lap onto the mattress, I crawl between her thighs and lift her legs up until they are against her chest. My tongue licks her anal region as I made it as wet as possible. I probe the small hole with my tongue and the musky odor fills me with lust. Kissing, licking, and probing with my lips and tongue made Ann writhe with uncontrolled trembling. 

Breathing heavily I lifted my face off her and release her legs. She let her legs widespread apart as I crawled off the bed. My only thought is to find something to make it easier for me to penetrate her. Saliva is not enough. 

I hurry to the bathroom cabinet but could not find anything for the purpose. I almost ran to the kitchen and look into the cabinet. I see the container written "soft butter". Grabbing it, I went back to the room. I had seen the film "Last Tango" where Marlon Brando had used butter to butt fuck his girlfriend. The rush of adrenaline pumps into my psyche as I crawl back up the bed. 

Ann was still in the supine position that I had left her, legs up and apart. Weird and lustful thoughts play on my mine. I kissed her anus again and taking the lid off the container, I swipe a spread of the butter onto my finger. It feels soft and creamy. I rub it onto the crinkled hole and push my finger in. 

A moan escapes Ann's mouth as I easily penetrate her again. As she relaxes more, I insert a second finger and I smear more butter. I feel that it is time to consummate our bond.

I smear a generous gob onto my very hard penis and more on the engorged knob. 

I rub Ann's clitoris and finger her vagina. She responds by moaning in throes of pleasure.

I place her legs between my thighs and move close against her body. Holding my penis, I rub it against her anus.

Slowly I push. She cried out. I held her legs firmly, pushing the spongy knob against her tiny hole. 

"Noooo, Matt, nooooo, please I can't take it, you are too big," she pleads with me.

"Sweetheart, just relax, I will never hurt you, please, just relax your body," I said.

"Arrgggg, pleaseeeeee," she moaned.

Then the head penetrates her.

I feel her whole body shiver at the initial entry.

With just the head of my penis inside her, I stop to wait for her muscles to accept the foreign mass of hard flesh.

I can feel her anal muscle gripping my knob. She is so very tight. It is almost unimaginable how tight she is. Taking deep breaths, Ann opens her eyes to look at me. I pull her up and holding her by the back of her head, I brought my mouth to hers. I kiss her with unabated passion.

While we were devouring each other's mouth, I move in ever so slightly as her muscles relax. Half the length of my penis was in her rectum. Her anal muscles grip my girth and I gasp into her mouth as I start to ejaculate inside her. 

We held each other tightly as I kept spurting. Gasping and moaning, we did not move as I complete my tremendous release into my sister's rectum. 

Ann cried out as her body stiffened and begins to shake uncontrollably for her third orgasm of the day. I held her close to me. As her body begins to slacken, I release her gently to let her lie down.

I am still inside her. As I soften, my penis slips out of Ann. I look at the gaping hole as it begins to close. It has a life of its own. It is still palpitating and my sperm begins to seep out of her, onto the mattress. The viscous whitish liquid had a tinge of brown as it came out of her.




Ann



I crawl up to Ann and kiss her, in total gratitude and love for accepting me and giving me what I had only dream about all these years.

"Ringggggggg". It is the phone ringing.

Both of us were exhausted and did not want to take the call, but the ringing did not stop.

Finally, I get up and answer the call.

It is my wife and I tell her that I will be home shortly.

To be continued if readers think this story is acceptable.



Ann



She would often catch my eye when I would visit my mother at work. Sometimes I would stop and chat with her on my way out. Her name was Ann. She wasn't drop dead gorgeous, in fact she was often overlooked but I found her attractive. It was her eyes. It took a few conversations to put my finger on it but after I had it seemed so starkly obvious. Her eyes were such a contrast to everything else about her. She seemed so shy when I talked to her, always fumbling with something in her hands with that little smile that was the only expression for her giddiness. But her eyes, when you caught them they would hold you and suddenly you felt like the shy one.

During one of our conversations she asked, "Hey Morena do you maybe want to go grab some coffee, I get out of here in about 15 minutes."

I was not expecting this. I admit my googly eyes at her could have been more subtle but I didn't think she was a lesbian. I thought I was just having some fun with a straight girl. I started running through all the possible ramifications of dating someone from my mom's work when her eyes caught mine. 

"Sure, I'll meet you out front in 15 then," I heard slip out of my mouth. How did that happen?

I walk out of the building and head to my car. Wait a minute, am I smiling? I'm moving like she is inside with a Morena remote control. By the time I reached my car I realized just how nervous I've become. I can't even figure out if this is a date. "It's probably just some friendly coffee girlface," I tell myself. I reach for my phone to call my office, I just stepped out for a luncheon with my mom and this would definitely take longer than that. I planned to be either getting some or living out my frustrations with my favorite toy. I had, after all, been fantasizing about this girl for months. I told them that I had something come up and wouldn't be returning, luckily I'm reliable enough at work that they don't think twice about it. I was relieved I didn't have a chance to go change, in work clothes it would be completely up to her whether this is just a friendly or if it's more. I looked good anyway. I smile to myself remember how I felt that morning looking in the mirror. The fitted purple blouse showed off my flat stomach and good sized boobs, the grey pants with purple pinstripes made my ass look FABULOUS and the black pumps added an inch or two to my legs and my already tall 5'8" frame. I unbuttoned a few buttons at the top of my blouse as I pulled my car up in front of the building to wait for her. I stepped out and went to lean near the passenger door so I can open it for her when he approached. Friendly coffee I tell myself.

Finally she walks out and as she nears the car I flash her a smile and open the door. She closes in and with her eyes on mine the whole time. When she's close enough to talk in a whisper she says "I'm driving. Get in." and walks to the drivers side. I start to protest but her authority and orders are such a turn on. Before I know it I get into my passenger seat without a sound.

She puts the car in gear and starts driving. I didn't know what to say and she was contempt with the silence. We pass one coffee shop. Hmm, maybe she doesn't like their coffee, I think to myself. We pass another, must be a picked coffee drinker. After the third one passed I roused myself to ask, "so what coffee place were you thinking about going to?"

After half a second she replied in a voice barely above a whisper, "Did I give you permission to speak, Morena?"

Now I'm thinking, Oh Dear God what did I get myself into. Then I had a moment right out of a cartoon. Two conflicted thoughts. Get out while you still can or stay awhile and have some fun. I envisioned the angel-devil on the shoulder thing and couldn't hold in a chuckle.

"I didn't give you permission to make noise either, you are due for some punishment," I hear from the seat next to me.

I feel a familiar twinge between my legs. I like where this is going. 

We are silent for another few blocks until we reach an apartment complex. This must be where she lives. She parks and we get out and I follow her in silence. She ascends up three flights of stairs and opens the door to her apartment. We enter and I hear the click of the door as she locks us in. Funny, normally I would think the lock was to keep others out. 

"Sit," I hear her say and immediately I plant my ass on the first sitting surface I see. She disappears in a room and I take this chance to look around her apartment. It looks pretty normal, like I would assume the Ann at work would like, but nothing like I would assume this domineering Ann would live. Hardwood floors throughout with some area rugs to cushion the lounge areas. Most of what I saw was furnished in earth tones with some splashes of red and different blues for accents. 

I glanced back to the room where Ann entered and was surprised to see her standing there staring at me with those eyes. I immediately dropped my eyes to the floor. She had changed into something a little more, well, it was a stereotypical domme outfit. Stereotypical or not it was hot. I was confounded my how easily I fell into the submissive role since I've never participated in this type of relationship. Imagined yes, fantasized yes, but never participated. From my view of her as I looked at the floor I saw she was in a black leather teddy that pushed her breasts up and out. She had on black stockings that were held up by suspenders. She was panty-less and clean shaven. She wore knee high black leather boots. 

"Get up and go change," she ordered me. When I hesitated she stepped to me and grasped my wrist and pulled me up, she was a lot stronger than I thought she'd be. "Do you want this?" she inquired. 

"Yes," I breathed out still looking at the ground.

"Yes what?" she demanded and grabbed my jaw and jerked my head up to look at her.

"Yes Mistress I want this," I replied. And boy did I. I haven't been this hot and bothered in a long time and what an experience this promised to be.

"Then go change," she told me and pushed me toward the door she just came out of. 

I went in and closed the door. It was her bedroom and on the dark comforter on the bed she had laid out the clothes she apparently wanted me to change into. Clothes, I laugh to myself, I'd hardly call them that. For all that was on the bed was a white thong, white stockings, white heels and a see-through white top that had long sleeves but only covered to mid stomach and was trimmed in a white fluff. I removed my clothes, checking my panties. Sure enough they were soaked through. That thong doesn't stand a chance. As I put on the top the mesh pulled at my nipple rings and I grin. Fully dressed I let my hair down as I prepare to step out of the room. 

Walking back into the main room much has changed. She had drawn the shades in all the windows making it almost totally dark except the light coming through her balcony door. I remind myself not to talk or make any sounds as I walk out further looking for Ann. She was behind me, tricky woman. 

"Go out on the balcony," she tells me, I look up at her about to protest and I feel the palm of her hand against my cheek. Simultaneously my cheek stings from the impact and my pussy contracts. Somehow I managed to stay silent through that and realized that I was going to protest in order to provoke a punishment. I never realized how much pain turned me on, I always encouraged nail digging, biting and spanking but damn. This was a whole new level and it both terrifies and excites me. 

It took a few seconds to collect myself and I started to walk toward the door. If I was lucky nobody would be around to see me. Much to my dismay that was not the case. Ann probably scoped out the view before having me walk out here and if there was no one she wouldn't have bothered sending me out there at all. Across the alley one floor down was a group of guys having a barbeque on their balcony. I took a deep breath before venturing out in the open in my very revealing get-up and the boys immediately took notice. I heard them exclaiming for a few seconds before one called out "Hey honey, you looking for some action?"

From behind me I heard Ann tell me "Give them a show." I've never 'given a show' before but I have teased my lovers while they were in no situation to participate or control my actions. I figure it's about the same thing.

I look down to the boys and ask "Why? You want some of this?" I ask as I move my hands over my breasts. They see my fingers go over every curve since it's a narrow alley and I'm wearing an extremely sheer top. A few seconds of silence followed by loud cat calling and whistles. I egg them on by opening my top and giving them full view of my chest. 

I hear, "Play with your nipples," from the behind the scenes director. I obey and tease one nipple by tracing over it with my fingers while I submit the other to a few tugs on my nipple ring. More hoots and hollers from below. I became less focused on my spectators and more interested in what Ann is doing behind me. I let my tracing hand fall slowly over my stomach to the thong. I slip my fingers under the thin fabric and not surprisingly find myself soaked. Being out and exposed like this was definitely not a turn on but doing it for the person behind the curtain was. I curled my finger up and began circling my clit careful not to make any sounds Ann would hear but they were loud enough in my mind to drown out the boys. 

"That's good," I heard her moan as she watched my body arch toward my own fingers. 

I was getting so worked up I wanted to have something else, I glanced around the balcony looking for anything suitable. I spied a huge 12 inch mag-lite flashlight on the floor in the corner. I removed my hand from the thong in order to fetch it but returned it hastily to my throbbing clit. The flashlight was cool against my skin and very heavy as I lifted it up to my face. I heard a "No way!" from below and a groan from behind me as I licked the tip of it before letting it slide into my mouth. I had my way with the flashlight for a moment before propping my leg on a chair and lowering the now wet and warm device to my very wet and warm spot. I held it angled and gently pushed it inside me, it was a tight fit despite how aroused I was. It's been awhile. I pulled it out and back to my mouth where I let them watch me taste myself on it. 

I was so engrossed with playing with my clit and sucking off the flashlight I failed to notice Ann had stepped out on the balcony with me. She ripped the flashlight out of my mouth and threw it to the street below. She grabbed the back of my neck, forced me to my knees and smashed my face into her pussy. My tongue ran across her wet slit in several long hard licks before seeking out her clit. Once I found it I worked it hard and fast and soon after her body started bucking against my face. 

"That's right lick me like that," she cried out. "Harder you little whore!"

I licked her hard little clit for everything I'm worth. Suddenly her body tensed up and she screamed out "You want me to cum all over your face you little slut?!" I pulled her clit into my mouth and sucked on it fiercely in reply. Her orgasm sent a flow of hot liquid into my mouth and rolled down my body drenching the front of the outfit. 

She abruptly moved toward the door yanking me up in the process "That's all you get to see boys," she hollered down to them. I had completely forgotten about the audience. She dragged me inside and closed the door and blinds behind us which plunged us into almost total darkness except a few candles she must have lit while I was teasing the boys. She grabbed my wrists and pulled me to the center of the room where she had placed a sturdy looking sitting chair. She tied leather strips to my wrists then forced me to bend over the chair with my ass hanging out over the back rest and my hands at the front of the armrests. There she secured me. Tying my wrists to the armrests and my ankles to the back legs of the chair so I couldn't move and my ass was up and out. Fuck I could feel the wetness from my cunt drip down my legs. 

"It's time for you to be punished for earlier," she whispered in my ear as she moved from behind me. I had forgotten about the car ride over here, and I wondered what she had in mind for punishment as I watched her vanish into her room again. Like I said I haven't been this deep in a sub role so I started to get very anxious. I got my answer very quickly when I say her walk out of the room carrying a whip. It had 12 inch thin leather strips coming out of the handle. I suddenly began to panic. I'm never been subjected to this. I think 'well I've never been slapped before but I liked that' thinking that calmed me down and prevented me from protested which would have resulted in more of the punishment I was protesting. 

"You deserved to be punished you slut," she sneered. 

"Yes mistress, punish me," I replied. Now where the fuck did that come from? You ever hear the saying the 'body is willing but the mind says no' well talk about the complete opposite. Apparently she was just as surprised by my response because the whipped dropped to her side and she stopped in her tracks for a second before continuing to me. 

"Oh really?" she asked "what wrongdoings should you be punished for?"

"For talking without permission mistress," I replied.

"Indeed," is all she said as she dragged the whip from my shoulders over my ass before drawing it back and landing a square hit on my left ass cheek. The sensation was sharp, stinging and electrifyingly welcome. Despite my attempt to conceal it a moaning gasp escaped my lips. 

"Why else do you need to be punished?" she demanded as she stepped to my front and propped the end of the handle against my chin forcing it up to look at her. 

"For making noises without your permission mistress," I whispered with shame, knowing I was about to get the beating of a lifetime. 

"Correct," she said "though the correct answer will not remedy the action."

I stood firm, ready to suffer what she had to deliver. She moved back behind me and continued to trace my ass till I began to wonder whether I was going to receive a punishment at all or if I was just going to be forced to stew in my own juices until the anticipation kills me. Promptly I feel the gentle tracing of the whip leave my ass, half a second later I feel the strips of leather being flogged against my ass. I struggled against the first few whips and began to feel a longing and pleasure filled instinct accompanying each connection. The strikes were not hard enough to break skin but hard enough to leave a distinct outline of each tentacle of the whip. I became lost in the dizzying effect the contact from the whip on my ass had on my pussy. Each strike left my muscles clenching around an object that wasn't occupying it. 

I don't know how long I endured this treatment but I let a whimper escape when it abruptly ended and I hear Ann rummaging behind me. She reappeared with an addition to her wardrobe. She strutted till she was standing right in front of me with a thick 9 in strap on dick hanging off her hips. She grabbed my head by my hair and brought the cock to my mouth. Without speaking I opened my mouth and she thrust it in with such force I almost gagged. It had thick, sweet tasting liquid on it and by the second thrust into my mouth I realized that she must have had the cock inside her while she was delivering my punishment. With that realization I felt a violent throb in my pussy and I doubled my effort to fit as much of the giant dick into my mouth as I could in order to obtain as much of her nectar as I could. 

She stepped out of reach of my mouth and I felt her position herself behind me and the sensation of the dildo poised just outside my cunt and she let it slide under me and against my throbbing clit once before entering me. After almost two hours of aching for something inside of me the relief of finally being filled almost made me cum. Ann must of sensed this and held herself still inside me, delivering a few smart smacks on my still red and sore ass with her palm. I felt the monstrous orgasm retreated a bit and signaled to Ann to continue by slowly backing myself against her as far as the restraints allowed. She understood and pulled the cock out leaving a large void before reentering me, gently but forcefully. 

She reached up and grabbed a handful of my hair pulling my head up "Make some noise, like the little slut you are," she hissed as she threw my head back down and slammed into me with an urgency that was absent before this moment. 

Relieved I no longer had to stifle my noises, I moaned loudly with each entry and gasped when I was left empty. My knuckles were turning white as they grasped the armrests I was bound too. I could not hold my orgasm under control for any longer. "Mistress may I come please?! may I come mistress, please?! mistress may I come?!" I cried between my moans. I'm sure they were unintelligible and hoped Ann knew what I was pleading for. 

"Yes you little whore, come all over my thick cock!" she demanded and I was racked with a violent orgasm. My body tensed against the chair and the pussy contracted with such force the dildo was pushed out despite Ann's attempt to keep it buried inside of me. A hot stream of juices followed and I felt Ann kneel on the floor and lap up all she could of my juices. The contact of her tongue on my hot pussy encouraged a second massive orgasm only a few seconds after my first one. I was delirious with pleasure and was struggling against my restraints to escape her tongue. Mercifully she stood and I collapsed on the chair gasping as I recovered. I felt her untying me but it didn't register that I was no longer restrained until she lifted me and led me to her bedroom. 

She gently urged me onto the bed and as I lay enveloped on her duvet she gently traced my face with her fingers and smiled down at me. Then we kissed. A soft gently kiss. It was a nervous kiss, as if we just shared a first date at a romantic restaurant and this was the nervous kiss goodnight. It was the signal that this was the nervous, shy Ann that was used to. I took control of the kiss and slide my tongue into her welcoming mouth. I eased her onto her back and gently ran my fingers through her hair and continuing the caress down her neck and to her breasts, barely gracing her nipples. I felt her gasp into my kiss. I smiled as I rolled her nipple between my fingers and felt them harden under my touch. I followed the path of my hand with my mouth leaving a trail of kisses down her neck pausing momentarily at her nipple before continued to new uncharted ground. 

I fell in between her legs and again began to lick her sweetness. This time slowly and deliberately. Teasing her hole, nipping at her clit, blowing cool air onto her sex, planting soft kisses around her sensitive spot. I continued my torture until she was squirming under me and whimpering for more. I pushed two fingers into her and they disappeared so easily I inserted another on the next thrust, and another the next. I mutter a curse when I realize she can take my whole hand. I attack her clit resulting in a loud moan from her and I cupped my hand and gently eased it into her. I watched my hand vanish into her dripping pussy. I positioned my hand into a fist and felt her body tense and her muscles inside clenched around my hand. I gently rocked against her while returning gentle attention to her clit. Quickly she was panting and screaming and rasping out my name. Her hands reached up and grasped her headboard and I felt her body shutter, and tense, then suddenly collapse onto the bed. Careful not to move inside her I gently kissed around her sex, nursing her recovery. After a few minutes her fingers ran through my hair and I slowly eased myself out of her. 




Ann



I crawled up to her and let her taste herself of my lips. She drew back and held my gaze with those eyes, but no longer did they make me feel nervous. I knew now her eyes held the secret power she possessed. Her eyes always showed what just happened but no one knew it. We drifted of to sleep exhausted, still in stockings and boots.



Ann



I had spent years trying to get my wife, Ann, to loosen up in the subject of sex. Ann always seemed to be unwilling to experiment with anything that wasn't considered to be a part of traditional sex. She would try new positions but that was about it. I had a fantasy that involved her having sex with someone else. This specific fantasy usually consisted of me watching her have sex with them, but not always. After a lot of patience and hard work on my part, Ann did finally get to the point of "role playing", but never would get into it anymore than what she felt she had to. Ann would dress sexy on our dates and even admitted that she liked dressing that way, but that was about all I could get her to do. After years of trying to get her to go just a little further, I quit trying. I had never really wanted her to have sex with someone else, that was only a fantasy, but I would have enjoyed other things that were not so extreme. I fantasized about these things but never tried to make them happen. I had also stopped telling Ann about any fantasies that I had. For months I had all but stopped telling my wife what my desires were. We still had great sex but it was just traditionally great sex.

I had pulled into the parking lot to pick Ann up from work. About ten minutes later Ann came out, but instead of getting in she walked to my side of the vehicle. As the window is still lowering she says "I have plans after work. You can go home and I'll explain later."

To say that I was frustrated would have been an understatement. I decided that it wasn't worth the argument and she seemed to be in a rush so I would just do what she said. "Okay, be careful and..." as I was speaking she walked away. I could tell they were busy from the amount of cars in the lot, but I thought that was rude.

Once a couple of hours had passed by and Ann hadn't come home or called, I got concerned. A little annoyed...okay, angry as well. I wasn't the type to have to know every step my wife took; but I did like to know her general where abouts. I decided to go to sleep and talk to her in the morning.

At four in the morning I woke up with Ann crawling on top of me. "Where have you been?" I realized that my agitation was obvious and I hoped she would think it was just from me being tired.

"Austin and Nancy wanted me to go off with them. I told 'em no, but changed my mind later. They were meeting Jason at the hotel next door to have drinks and hang out."

Ann was now on top of me and sitting up. I suddenly realized she was naked. I mumbled that I wasn't in the mood for sex. After a second I thought it was a little odd to meet a gut at a hotel. I knew Austin had a boyfriend and Nancy was engaged. Ann had told me numerous times she would never do anything with anyone else and her past actions had proven that. I started to think about it but quickly decided that I was too tired to think about it.

Ann at that point had continued talking. "We got there at eleven. We had a good many drinks and were watching a movie. At would I would guess was around midnight Jason made a comment about us being willing to remove some clothes. After a lot of talking we decided to tease him and stripped to our bra and panties."

At this point I assumed she was trying to make me happy by pretending something happened. Although I knew what she was telling me never happened, I couldn't help but imagine what the scene would have looked like. Ann is around 5'6" 140 lbs, 34B and wears a size 6 pants with brownish red hair. Austin is a little shorter than Ann by an inch or two and around 120 or 130 pounds with B or C breasts and black hair. Nancy is about the same height as Ann but extremely thin. I wouldn't doubt if she didn't weigh a hundred pounds soaking wet. Her breasts were probably a C and she had blond hair. I think Nancy is pretty but she doesn't have much of a body because she is so skinny. Both Ann and Austin had decent enough breasts and great asses though. None of them were looked like a supermodel but most, if not all guys would have thought they were attractive. Still trying to wake up and get over being irritated I managed to speak. "What did...um...Jason do when y'all did that?"

"He stripped down to his boxers. He said it was to be fair to us. Nancy decided to tease him more than just being in our underwear and sat in his lap facing the television. She kept shifting and was allowing him to 'accidentally' touch her breasts, ass and crotch."

I was speechless. By this point I was getting hard, but only because Ann was still on top of me and was encouraging me to enjoy her body. "What were you and Austin doing?"

"We watched for a little while. Neither of us thought she would go any further and resumed watching the movie and talking." Ann paused and then added "Honey, to be honest I was getting really turned on watching it." I wasn't sure what she wanted me to say. When she didn't continue I thought she may have decided she didn't want to continue but she finally added more. "I'm not sure when it happened but Austin and me turned to say something to Nancy and she was in Jason's lap facing him and was completely naked. They weren't fucking, but she was dry humping him. Nancy told him that he could touch her anywhere and anyway he wanted and without any warning, Jason stood up and tossed her on the bed."

Ann was getting excited telling me the story. I didn't say anything due to being afraid it would get her out of the mood she was in. "Jason sucked her breasts for a minute, which Nancy seemed to enjoy, then moved between her legs. Jason kept licking her pussy and clit and had a finger inside her. He never did let her cum though. After a while, he stood up and asked if she wanted to fuck. Nancy was very excited, but then he added that we all had to agree to have sex with him."

"Did you?" I realized that I had asked very quickly and with a tone that suggested she was taking too long to tell the story. Ann continued as though I hadn't asked.

"Nancy made the argument that she needed to have a dick inside her. She was practically begging so both Austin and myself agreed to do it." As she said that she lowered herself down onto my cock and I entered her.

"That feels great! You are really turned on," I moaned. I noticed she was really wet and normally I don't slide in so easily.

"Me and Austin undressed and walked over to the bed. We all agreed not to mention this to anyone else."

"Did you fool around with Nancy and Austin?"

"No." 

Ann had always had a problem pretending she had sex with another girl. I got the message and decided not to mention that again. Ann started slowly riding up and down and alternating to rocking back and forth. "Jason kissed me and then Austin. He took several minutes with each of us and didn't stop kissing until we had relaxed and started enjoying it. He then told Nancy to roll over. I was so wet watching them fuck. He had sex with her from behind. We didn't plan to do anything like this so he didn't have a condom. He kept going until she finished her orgasm, but he didn't cum inside her. Austin knelt beside him and started sucking him."

I had made her stop moving because I was having difficulty in not cumming. I wanted to wait to see how far she would take her story telling. "Did he have a big cock?"

"No, I guess it was average. We didn't measure it but maybe six or seven inches long. As Austin gave him a blow job and Nancy laid on the bed recovering from her orgasm, Jason started kissing me. He gradually started fondling my breasts and butt and kissed my breasts some, too. After several minutes of that he had Austin stop and then he slid his finger between my legs and inside me. I knew I shouldn't let him, but it felt amazing. I was on the bed knelt and he was standing beside the bed. I was disappointed when he pulled his finger out, but relieved when he pushed me onto my back."

I was trying my best not to cum, but she was giving a lot more details compared to what she had in the past and she was very wet. I was slapping her ass and pinching her nipples which is something she enjoys.

"He started by licking and sucking my pussy lips and then actually used his tongue inside my pussy. The he started licking and sucking my clit and had inserted a finger inside me. I didn't last long. I think I caught him off guard with how fast I had my first orgasm! I started begging him to fuck me, but he told me that he was saving me to be last. I was very frustrated but watched as he kissed Austin and then sucked her breasts. I was so turned on that by the time he was licking her pussy I was playing with myself. He fucked her and then asked me if I was still wanting him."

"What did you say?" I was shocked at how turned on Ann was from telling me this story that she had made up. I could feel the juices that were leaking from her and onto me.

"I told him that I would get him to fuck me one way or another. I was on my back and toward the bottom of the bed. He stepped between my legs and as he put the head at my pussy I looked down. His penis still had Austin's cum on it. Jason tried to tease me. I was moving my hips trying to get him inside me. He finally pushed just the tip past my lips. I thought I would cum then, but I managed not to. He was only sliding the tip in and out of my pussy. I decided that if he would refuse to give me all of it, then I would have an orgasm with what he was giving me."

She paused so I use the opportunity to say something. "Did you manage to cum with him fucking you like that?"

"I was well on my way when he suddenly pushed all the way in. I couldn't help but to scream. He pulled back and when he pushed back in again I could feel the orgasm starting. I was yelling for him to fuck me. I had a couple of orgasms and then told him that I wanted on top. I was on top of Jason just like I'm on top of you."

Ann started riding up and down my cock. "I was riding him like this only a lot faster and harder. Jason told me that he was going to cum and I told him to go ahead. I wanted it inside me! As Jason started to cum I had a massive orgasm."

For whatever reason I suddenly realized something. I'm not sure why I didn't realize it sooner. My wife was telling me a TRUE story. She was on top of me with my dick inside her pussy. It hit me all at once. The thought that she was so wet, not only because she was turned on, but because she had another guy's cum inside her. I erupted inside her, adding my cum inside her as well.

That night she told me that I shouldn't expect anything to happen again. Ann made it clear that she had not planned it and although she had fun, would not do it again. The experience of that night still fuels fantasies of it happening again; especially with me being present. I can only hope.



Ann



I was horny. I was horny for months, ever since I got over mourning for my husband Brian. He died when he was 35 years old, in his office, while he was fucking one of the bimbos from the office pool. It was from an aneurism that we never knew he had. I was a widow at 32. Between his personal and the company's life insurance and his own personal fortune, I was very well off. I would never have to work another day. I thought our sex life was pretty good and had no idea about his extra curricular activities. So much for true love! I really did love the guy and he was a fantastic in bed. The shock of his demise lasted for about three months and then the realization that he had his cock in someone else's pussy, when he died, penetrated my grief. As my grief turned to anger over the following months I began to recall instances when I should have realized he was a philandering prick. We had decided not have children yet, even though he was making money hand over fist on Wall Street and I was spending it just as fast on Fifth Ave. Maybe I didn't want to know then, but I know for sure now. Why am I grieving for a fornicating son of a bitch when I need some of that quality loving he gave to me? But were do I get it?

I'm not going to the bar scene and compete with the same twenty somethings from the secretarial pool. At the country club most of the guys are too old and their wives' wouldn't like me playing footsie with their husbands. But what about the pros, especially the assistant pros, young studs are always on the prowl. Come to think about it, what about any ball players, all of them, young, mostly under 30, virile, and probably as horny as I am. I set my sights on Zack, one of the assistant pros, 25, six feet tall, slender, maybe 170 pounds, and not bad looking. He didn't stand a chance when I took my golf lesson. It went something like this:

He was standing beside me, to my right.

"Let's start with the grip," he said, "No, no, that's wrong."

He reached with his left arm across my chest to grip my left hand, naturally I leaned my right tit onto his arm.

"Oh OK, I see. Like this," I cooed, as I rubbed the tit on his arm. He blushed.

"Now take your s-s-stance," he stammered.

I did, purposely holding my body in an awkward position.

"No, stand likes this." His hands gingerly grasped the sides of my hips and as he stood behind me I slowly backed into him.

"Mrs. Carter, you have to bend at the waist more."

I could feel his tumescent cock pressing against my ass.

"Like this," I said, and gave a little wiggle. He groaned and said,

"Maybe we should take this lesson inside."

I followed him to the back of the bag room where he turned, spun me against the wall and pushing his body against mine, kissed me.

"You bitch, you don't want to play golf, and you just want to be fucked."

"That's right lover boy. Think you are man enough?"

He reached under my short golf skirt and stripped my panties down. My leg went up and wrapped around his ass. Some how he had gotten his cock free and it slipped right in, I was so wet. I hadn't been laid in six months. He fucked me there, right against the wall and we both came almost immediately after he entered me. It was good but too fast. As we kissed, both us enjoying the after glow, my other leg came up to grip him. I was glued to him with my arms and legs. He carried me like that into a store room where there was a cot with a thin mattress covering it. 

"Now I am going to make love to you."

"Please." was my only response.

Zack was only 25 years old but he was a better lover than Brian had ever been. He played my body like it was a flute. I love nipple play and he had me cumming just by the way he sucked and pinched them. By the time he put his tongue to my pussy I was pleading for mercy and when he finally fucked me again, I was in ecstasy. I was hooked. 

We were lovers for over a month until one day when I came looking for him, he wasn't any where to be found. I went to George MacDonald, the head pro, and asked for Zack.

"Zack is gone. I recommended him for the job as head pro at a municipal course in Ohio and he took it. It's his chance to get ahead in this world."

He saw the pout on my face.

"I know you two were pretty good friends." He had an evil smile on his face.

"What do you mean by that," I replied.

"The walls are thin back there. It wasn't hard to figure out what was going on. Besides, you are pretty noisy when you cum."

I was blushing now and a little angry.

"Did you recommend him to get rid of him?" The smile was even more evil.

"I might have. I want to get some of that sweet pussy for myself."

"What makes you think I would offer some to you?"

"Would you like to see some of the videos I took through the hole in the wall? I am sure the President of the club would enjoy them."

Shit! He had me there. That would get me thrown out of the club for sure. He took me by the hand and led me back to the store room. There he opened his pants and dropped them, with his boxer shorts, to the floor. Now Zack had a nice cock, a good seven inches, and I could fit my hand around it very comfortably. George had salami. It was probably as long as Zach's but it had to three times as thick. I gasped when I saw it. How could I possibly take that monster inside my cunt?

"Come over here bitch!" he commanded.

I obeyed. I stood so close to him that his cock was touching my belly.

"Take off your shirt and bra."

Off they came and I never lost contact with the cock. With out another word I slowly sunk to my knees. I had to get a better look at that cock. I had to hold it. I couldn't get my hand all the way around it, so I used both hands. I started to stroke it, I was fascinated by it. I saw some precut emerge from the slit, I had to taste it. I licked, he groaned. I kissed it and he moaned. I tried to get my mouth around it. I could barely manage it; my teeth must have been scraping it because that put him over the edge. The first spurt filled my mouth to overflowing, the rest of it landed on my face, my neck and my tits. I was a mess and he laughed when he saw what I looked like.

"You're quite a girl," he said as he handed me a towel.

"Thanks. I'm glad you are happy but now I really horny and I don't think I can fit huge cock inside of me."

"Sure you will, let me show you how."

We stripped and he lay on his back on the cot. He had me straddle his belly and lower myself on to his cock. I was in complete control as it entered me. I was so wet that it entered with no trouble. And did it fill me. Inch by inch, as I gingerly lowered myself, I felt myself stretching to accommodate his monstrous cock. I have never felt so filled and I wanted more of it. Every nerve ending in my sheath was in contact with it and was reacting. I came, and came, and came some more. I was drunk on the high and I didn't want to come down. I finally collapsed on his chest, almost unconscious.

"Do you still Miss Zack?"

"Zack who?" I answered as I wiggled my butt and tried to keep his shrinking cock inside of me. "I never felt any thing like that in my life." 

"It's yours honey, any time you want it."

George was nothing like Zack. Where Zack was tall and slender, George was only an inch or two taller than I was. He was stocky, thicker in the chest and waist, and no one could call him handsome. But oh that cock, even though I knew he was married, I fell in love with it and I used it every time I could get it, even after I got together with Dwayne.

Dwayne Johnson caddied at the club for the last three summers. In fact he had caddied for me several times each summer. He was polite, respectful, and knew his job and was a favorite caddie for those members who appreciated his talent. As far as I knew, he got good tips at the end of every round. I know I tipped him well. He is 21 years old, mocha colored, 6'4", broad shouldered and narrow hipped, handsome, and has a smile that cold melt a glacier. He is in his senior year at the local branch of our state university and is a first string forward on the basketball team.

One afternoon, after I had gone to the club looking for George and not finding him, I was disappointingly walking to my car when I heard,

"Miz Carter, if you are going past the campus, I could use a lift."

"Hello Dwayne. Sure I can take you. I live nearby."

"Thank ya Mam, I sho does preciate it."

We got in the car, buckled up and as I drove out I said,

"Why are you shucking me, Dwayne." he looked at me. "The other caddies talk about you. I know you are on a scholarship, but it is an academic one not an athletic one. I know you are a straight A student and that your father was a lawyer before he died. They also say that you are working a part time job to help your support mother and your younger sisters. Why the plantation accent?" 

He had a sheepish look on his face,

"I guess it's because every one expects me to talk like that."

"Well I don't and I don't expect to hear it again!"

He never noticed as I drove past the campus and I soon pulled into my garage. 

"Come in the house. I want to show you something." I commanded.

He followed me in to the kitchen thinking I had some odd job that needed to be done. He looked around and said,

"What did you want to show me?"

"This," I said as I stripped off my shirt and bra.

"Mrs. Carter. I can't..........."

"Ann," I said

"Ann I can't do thissssss." My hand went to his cock. His hand came up to my breast.

"Yes you can Dwayne. I want this. Pinch my nipples."

His other hand came up.

"OOOOOOOooooh yes baby. That's it. Now kiss them and suck on them."

Clothes flew his and mine. Then I looked at his cock. It was everything I had hoped for.

I swear it was a foot long. I held it in two hands, one above the other and there was still some of it uncovered. It was nowhere as thick George's, but I had to taste it. As I started to lick the precum he said,

"No don't. I'll cum if you do. Let me fuck you first."

I took him by his cock and led him to my bedroom where I laid on my back and took him in, missionary style. I thought Gorge was good but this guy went in so deep, places where no one had ever gone. I think he entered my cervix. I screamed and came, and came again and every time he shifted a little bit, I came again. I think I died twice. Zack was good and George was better, but Dwayne was best of all. He had a girl friend, some coed, who he was in love with but that didn't stop him from seeing me a couple of times a week, until he graduated in the spring.

Between the two of them I had a wonderful winter. I was feeling so good I was almost ready to forgive Brian for dying on me like that. 

Foot ball season is fast approaching; I wonder what one of those tight ends would be like?



Ann



So this is the story of how I took control and enjoyed the body of my coworker ANN. first a little history. I met Ann at work about ten years ago. She was a little heavy back then but there was something about her smile and the way she treated people that drew me to her. She always smiled, rarely mad, and seemed willing to please any one. So I might have preyed upon this fact and used it to my advantage. I remember one night while Ann was getting stuff ready to pass out I hugged her from behind and then started dry humping her ass. It was great for me anyhow if I remember right I cummed in my shorts that night right before we kind a got caught. then another time she was on the phone with her man in the dining room it was late after supper and everyone was gone or busy in the rest of the building. I started rubbing her soft tits and even pulled one out to suck on it. That tit tasted great I even got a kiss before she left. The last time I remember getting to mess with her we were in the women employee locker room there was no door just lockers and a bathroom adjoined it. I walked in there and told her how horny she makes me. I placed her hand on my dick and had her rub it. I kissed her and then that was it for like five years. 

Now she is back and I still can't get past that smile and her willingness to help anyone who needs it. She is married now but I still fantasize about her. Still wish I could just take her in my arms clear off her desk and fuck her till the building crumbles around us from her screams of passion. Now I digress because it won't happen but the following story is fiction.

It was an early summer day that I happened into work. I walk in and there stands Ann talking to someone who I couldn't tell you they don't compare to her. Today she is wearing jeans and a nice button up shirt she has lost weight and it fits very well. I notice that the administrator door is closed and the light is off she must be on vacation again. I make my rounds saying hi before approaching Ann who made it to her office. 

"Well good day to you beautiful. How are you today" I say kind a cheery. 

"Oh. Hi. Billy. I'm good I'm almost done with all my back work and this week's work to." she says scanning over the papers in front of her. 

"Awesome honey you might get ahead and get bored" I say trying to get her to be enthusiastic about getting ahead. 

"I know. It's great so what are you doing" she says writing thing's down.

"Well besides looking at your beautiful smile. Not much I came in to get the break room decorated then probably head out again. My son is with his mom on vacation so I am super bored this week." 

"Oh sounds fun so what's your kids free plans this week other than work." 

"Well I would like you to be on the supper menu and then probably a long work out of thrust and tongue exercises." 

"Oh now quit the doors open someone might here and I'm married" she says while smiling bright and laughing.

"Now honey we have been over the fact that you don't like him. I'm just offering you a fun side thing. And think of how much work you could get done if you weren't sexually frustrated." 

"You really are trying today aren't you" she still laughs.

"Was it not you that stopped me in the hallway kissed my cheek and said if I wasn't married now you could have me." 

"Well I didn't think you would try after that." 

Standing up I move to her window look out and then walk back to the door. I stop and then shut it I walk over to her place her face in my hands and make her look at me. Without a work I lean in and forcefully kiss her lips. She struggles at first trying to break free but within a second the passion consumes her and she kisses back. We kiss feverishly for several minutes before I pull away. Staring down at her I see the lust and passion in her eyes. 

"Stand Ann" I command in a low voice not threatening just authoritative.

She stands her knees trembling visibly. I lean in and peck her lips before moving down to her neck. She shudders and looks to the door to see it's locked. I grab her hand and move it to her tit. I make her squeeze and she starts to knead her tit. I then begin to unbutton her shirt. I get down halfway. I remove her hand and open her shirt. Her white lacy bra holding what I so desperately want to suck on. I open her shirt so that her bra encased tits are in the open. Then I kiss the top of each tit twice on the second time snaking my tongue into the cup to flick the nipple. Her knees and nerves give way and she almost falls. I catch her by grabbing her ass and pulling her to me. With her hands on my chest she says in a shaky voice. 

"We...... We should stop....." 

Ignoring her I kiss her hard and squeeze her ass. Forcing her to grind against my crouch where my dick has sprung to full life. Feeling this she moans into my mouth and her arms wrap around my neck. I then turn us so her ass is against the desk. Not wanting to mess up any of her hard work for the week. I sit down this confuses her. I reach up and undo her pants sliding them down the smell of her arousal hits me first then I see her lace bikini bottoms are soaked. Lowering her jeans to her knees I scoot away from her. At arms' length I turn her around and guide her back to my lap. Once she is seated I move her hair to the side and attack her neck sucking on it like a vacuum. 

She moans but covers her mouth as to not get to loud. I lean us back and slide my hand into her wet panties. I slowly trace her glistening lips up and down for a second and then lightly play with her protruding clit. She shudders on my lap which causes her to grind into my crotch. I slide my fingers down a little more and swiftly plunge two into her hot depths. She opens her mouth in a silent scream that sounds like an exhale of sexual angst. I don't let up though I start fingering her hard. The squishing sounds threatening to break the barrier of the locked door.

"Billy .......baby..... Slow..... down...... or.....I will......." her begging does no good as an orgasm rips through her. I barely had time to cover her mouth and muffle the scream that came out. After a few moments I slide my hand out of her drenched panties. Wiping, the fingers, across her exposed tits. Standing her up I turn her to face me and lick and suck and enjoy the taste of her cum off her chest. 

"Now take off your panties you won't be needing them and maybe tomorrow you can suck my dick." I say more kindly than earlier.

"Yes sir I will oh yes" she hurriedly strips her jeans off and panties handing them to me and redressing. 

"Good girl. I'll bring you a special treat." I say then kiss her lips and tucking her panties in my pocket I leave.

I go to the drink station and get a small cup and head to the bathroom. I lock myself in and Ann's soaked panties out. I then jerk my dick not slowly, not gently but hard. I erupt into the cup filling at least two ounces. After wiping the sweat off my brow and washing my hands. I put her panties in my pocket and take the cup to Ann. 

"Here honey have a drink." I say an evil smile crossing my face.

"What is it" she says looking at it questionably.

"It's my, cum I wanted to see if you would....." my sentence was irrelevant for as soon as the word cum came out of my mouth she poured the contents into her mouth. Opened wide to show me then swallowed hard. 

"Tomorrow I want it fresh from your dick." she says smiling her beautiful smile. 

"We will see honey we will see." 

The end



Ann: A Love Story Ch. 01



The alarm clock was going off way too early, and I struggled to find the snooze button. By the time I found it, it was too late; I was awake. 

I hated most mornings, and this one was no different. I'm not a morning person by any stretch of the imagination. But the internal struggle to get out of bed that morning seemed much more difficult. For starters, it was Monday, and nobody likes those. Throw in going to work when you're physically exhausted, and it was a recipe for a disastrous start of the week. Life had been a drag for a long time, and the thought of having to go to work made me want to pull the covers over my head. I was sore from a weekend full of physically pushing myself, and sleep was so much more inviting. 

But main reason I was depressed about having to get out of bed was that the infernal buzzing of the alarm had rudely interrupted my slumber just as I was about to stick my hard cock into a tight bare pussy. I had been enjoying a wonderfully erotic dream that involved Dawn, a girl I had spent some quality intimate time with over the weekend. My hard on was a testimony to it. This wasn't just your normal morning stiffy. My cock was throbbing, and it hurt. Now the dream had vanished, and all I was left with was my hand and my hardon.

But, I didn't have time to do anything about it, which meant yet another colder than normal shower to start my day. It was something I had gotten far too used to over the last year or so. It had not been my best 15 months; not even close. 

~*~*~*~*~*~

Divorce can wreck havoc on your life in a lot of ways, especially in cases where you're on the wrong end of infidelity. No longer having a readily available sexual outlet, other than my hand, was one of them. Sure, that problem was a number quite a ways down on that list; somewhere well below making sure I ate, and remembering to breathe. It didn't seem all that important that I did any of those things in the beginning.

But as time passed, it started rising up the chart like a hit record. It was currently firmly entrenched, occupying the number one slot on that list. And there didn't seem to be a threat of anything on the immediate horizon that would knock it out of that top spot. 

The ebbs and flows of emotional recovery as a divorcee crash like waves onto your fragile soul. Rip tides always seem to be prevalent in the calmest of waters, ready to snatch you back to the murky depths of despair. Just when you think you're about to get out of the water and walk on the beach in the sun, you get pulled away by the undertow, and find yourself struggling just to keep your head above the water. 

The cold water of the shower did its job, hitting me like a swift kick in the balls. I rinsed the shampoo out of my hair quickly and turned it off, along with my libido, both spiraling down the drain. I had gone from the warm embrace of a girl in a wet dream cut short, to the cold stark reality that was now my life. I was 28 years old, single because of events not by my doing, and standing naked and freezing in what had been my parents guest bathroom, until I was forced to move back home. I had moved out of my house when my ex and I decided it was in both of our interests to move on, after she decided that she couldn't keep her hands off other men. 

She had asked for a divorce, and I wasn't going to fight it a second time. I stupidly was able to forgive her the first time she had an affair. I looked in the mirror and said to myself that it takes two to make a marriage work, and admit I was part of the problem. I had tried to change things that she insisted had caused friction, and made an effort to be more understanding. She had used the 'your actions drove me into the arms of another man' defense, and having been raised that divorce was never the first option, I bought it.

When you say to people, 'the first time' followed by the word 'affair', they pretty much know what's coming next. There was no inward reflection when I discovered the second one. There was only anger. I had spent a year changing myself to please her. She spent a better part of that year on her back with her legs spread for another man. I decided to cut my losses, no matter the cost. Being 27 at that time, I had a lot of life left to go, and I had no intention of spending another minute with someone that didn't want to be with me, and seemed to be on a mission to make a fool of me. The only saving grace in getting divorced was that we didn't have any kids together.

The ex got the house. I got the better, albeit uglier, car. We split the rest of our stuff amicably. Since she had a habit of spending beyond our means, there was no money to speak of; just possessions. When I moved in to my old bedroom, I literally had $117.00 to my name. I had to borrow $500 from my old man just to open a bank account to make the car payment that was due the next week when I got paid. Then I spent the first month holed up in my parent's house. I hadn't made enough money to do anything.

For their part, my parents were great about it. They were supportive, but tried not to meddle. If I wanted to talk, I knew they'd be there. But they left me alone, and I needed that space. It was weird enough to be living at home again, but I didn't need mothering, that's for sure.

They didn't allow me to pay rent or utilities. They wanted me to start saving so I could find a place of my own. This wasn't something they had asked for, and looking back on how I was when I first moved back, it couldn't have been easy for them either. It's hard enough to see you son in pain on a daily basis. But it was also hard on them to adjust to having another person back in the house after 9 years. 

I did buy groceries for myself. I insisted on that. I told them I felt like a freeloader, and I needed to offer something financially if for no other reason than my sense of self worth. The respected that, and let me do it. It gave me something to do, and made me get out every once in a while. 

The funny thing was when I moved back in, I was all worried about being at home as an adult, and having my parents 'crimping my style'. I think that was the term I used to someone at work. I had habits I had formed while being away; sleeping nude being among them. I had tried to change things about myself in a futile attempt to save my marriage, and the thought of continuing a lie, and to not be me, made me cringe.

As it turned out, I crimped my parents' style a lot more than they did mine. They were always on the go, and seemed to be away from home more than they were there. I remembered one Friday night when they didn't come home until almost 2 in the morning. I was worried sick, and actually stayed up waiting on them. I gave them a look like, 'where have you been and why didn't you call' when they walked through the door.

My Mom giggled and said, "Sorry. We didn't know how late it was. We won't break curfew again."

Dad just smiled and said, "Sorry Dad. Please don't ground us."

Then they went off to bed together hand in hand, and I knew what they would be doing. That's the night sex started moving up that priority list. My parents were each about to get laid. Meanwhile, I was dating my right fist.

Things started looking up a little once the divorce was final. I didn't contest it when she filed. In fact, I made her file. She was the one that fucked around on me. She could be the one who had to do all the work. I asked a lawyer friend of mine named Ed to handle the legal paperwork. Ed would represent her. I didn't have a lawyer; I didn't even go to court. Ed went with her, and they went before the judge. He called me later that day and I went in and signed the paperwork. It was done after the 6 months of waiting, and it only cost me $300 in legal fees. 

The day it was final, I bought a new sports car, trading in the family truckster styled sedan I took when I was bartering with the ex. She couldn't afford a house payment and a car payment. I got the car I didn't want, knowing I would treat myself when it all over with. I had been looking around, and had everything ready to go. I went straight from Ed's office to the car dealership. Both transactions took less than an hour.

Driving that car back to my parents was the biggest step in healing. I couldn't believe how much better I felt. Then the rip tide grabbed me two days later. I hadn't counted on my insurance jumping so high. And it wasn't the sports car I bought that did it; it was the fact that I was suddenly back in the 'male, single and under 30' category that bit me. Never had a ticket, never had an accident, never had a claim; but in the insurance company's eyes, I was a higher risk because I was single. Talk about getting fucked. 

That put my plans of moving out of my parents' house on hold a little longer. But at least I was getting my self-esteem back. I felt like I was back in the game. And that alone was a scary thought. Dating was a daunting task, particularly in the place where I lived. 

Rural northern Indiana isn't exactly New York, or LA. Try living in a town of 5,000 people, where everyone knows your business. Then try going through a divorce there. That's what I was up against. If you want to have fun, or to get away, you had to drive the hour to Fort Wayne. That's your only option for pretty much any kind of entertainment. 

Unless you happen to get lucky, and a friend invites you to spend the weekend in Ann Arbor.

~*~*~*~*~*~

As I was walking down the hall I heard my mom in the kitchen. Talk about a morning person. She practically sings herself awake. Since she hadn't seen me for the entire weekend, she tried to stop me on my way out the door. 

"Good morning Neil! How was your weekend? You got in real late, didn't you?"

"It was fine, Mom. Yeah it was late. I hope I didn't wake you guys up."

"No, you didn't. So did you have a good time?"

"Yeah. I'll have to tell you about it later. I'm running late."

I headed out the door, relieved that I didn't have to talk about it then. I wanted to savor some of it, and think about how I wanted to edit the details. For the first time that I could remember in a long time, I suddenly looked forward to going to work. It would give me a chance to think about how to spin things if I needed to.

I worked at a manufacturing plant, managing a small offshoot company within the main facility. It was small department, hoping to grow. My six direct reports were mostly production employees, except for my assistant, who split his time between the floor and administrative work. I ran the department, including all sales.

One of my newer, and bigger customers, was located in Ann Arbor. My contact there was Mark, a great guy who had been through a similar experience like the one I was currently mired in. We had gotten to be pretty good buds over the phone in the previous six months. We had a lot in common, including a love of sports. It was that common bond that gave me a lifeline for the weekend.

Mark invited me to up to play with his company team in a coed softball tournament. They were going to be a little shorthanded, and he knew that I played. It was a Friday, Saturday, Sunday thing, and I decided I really wanted to go. 

I explained to my boss that it would be a great way to get deeper entrenched into the fabric of their company. I'd get to meet more people besides just Mark, which would be invaluable to our efforts to grow sales. The more people who know you within a top customer, the more they will likely want to use you. I also told him that by going up on Friday early, I'd get a plant tour, and would be able to help figure out ways we could service them better. My boss agreed, and I got to go without burning a vacation day. I would be getting paid to go up on Friday. 

The other big reason I was thrilled to be going was to escape the town. My ten-year high school reunion was going to happen the same weekend, and I had no intention of going. The thought of being 'divorced guy' was bad enough. To have to deal with people who knew me, knew my ex, and knew what she did; the thought of that was unbearable. Worse would be people that didn't know, and would ask me where she was. And that would happen whether I went to the reunion or not. In a town that small, I would undoubtedly run into someone from my class who came home for the reunion. The trip had turned out to be a godsend in a lot of ways. As I drove to work, I recounted my weekend. It was everything I needed, and then some! 

~*~*~*~*~*~

I got to Mark's plant, and did the tour thing, followed by a couple of meetings that would prove beneficial. I would be able to tell my boss with a straight face that it was worth it to my company for having gone, just for the first 3 hours I was there. 

After the 'work' part of my day, Mark had me follow him to his place. He lived in a doublewide trailer, in a very tasteful modular home park. It looked more like a regular sub division. He was single, having gone through his divorce three years before. But, he had a live in girlfriend, named Jill. She was waiting for us when we walked into his place to get me settled in.

Jill was a stunning blond with a body that fit the hair color, and my mouth would have normally hit the floor just looking at her. It didn't for a couple reasons. One, she was Mark's girl, and he was my host, so 'buddy' protocol told me to be cool. The other was the tanned brunette sitting on his couch. 

After Mark had introduced me to Jill, Jill took my hand and led me over to this goddess in cut off denim short shorts and a tight white T-shirt

"Neil, this is Dawn. Dawn, this is the guy from Indiana we were telling you about. He's going to be playing with us this weekend."

Now I have to tell you, my mind raced when she said that. I had totally forgotten that I was playing softball, and that it was Co-ed to boot. Dawn saw the look on my face and knew I had totally misread what Jill meant. 

She slowly stood up on her long athletic legs; her 36 inch DD's suddenly coming closer into view. I almost pulled a groin from my cock leaping, not to mention a neck muscle when I snapped my head up to make sure I was making eye contact instead of staring at her boobs. 

She held out her hand and said, "What position, Neil?" 

I took her hand to shake it, and said, "Excuse me?" 

"What position, you know? Where do you play?"

I smiled, connecting the dots. She meant softball. What position in softball! 

I could have left it at that, but the devilish sparkle in Dawn's eyes led me to believe that the thought that had originally crossed my mind might just be right. My flirting radar had been decommissioned for the 7 years I was with the ex. It was odd that someone that fucked around on me was so jealous of my talking to other women while we were married. Or maybe that's the way it is. If you put them on the defensive, they won't see what you're doing behind their back. As a result, I was out of practice.

When I tried to reconnect the radar, I wasn't sure if it was even working right. I had been with a few women in the previous few months, so I had gotten back in the game to an extent. But I had done most of the chasing, and I got shut down most of the time because I was out of practice. My confidence was shot.

My first reaction to the look on Dawn's face was fear. I didn't want to be wrong. What if the wires on that radar really had become crossed when I hooked it back up, and I was totally miss-reading her? Saying the wrong thing could make the entire weekend a total disaster. 

In that moment I thought about Mark. He had to have talked to them about me. Jill had said as much when she introduced me. And my conversations with him had been very frank, and very graphic. I had used him as a sounding board. He knew everything I went through, and was going through. That was one of the reasons he asked me to come up...to get me out of my funk. And from the way Mark was on the phone I was sure Jill knew everything too. Putting two and two together...well, girlfriends talk: a lot. So maybe if Dawn and Jill were close, then Dawn knew everything as well.

Somewhere, deep in my chest, I felt a swell of pride. I was a good-looking guy. At 6 feet even, I had worked hard to stay in shape by playing a lot of sports, and still weighed the same 190 I had in high school. My shoulders had broadened since then, and I had a better overall build. If not for the personal disaster that was my sunken marriage, I would have come off looking fantastic at the reunion.

Staring into her deep bluish gray eyes, all that logic flashed through my sex-starved brain in milliseconds as Dawn returned my gaze. Thankfully, I hadn't blushed when I realized what she meant. Instead, I raised an eyebrow and decided to get off the deck from all the blows I had taken emotionally in the last 15 months, and come up fighting to get my old life back. I brought Dawn's hand up to my mouth and kissed its' soft, delicate back. Returning my focus to her eyes, I felt a burst of adrenaline fueled courage, and decided to throw myself out there and take a chance. 

"Well, if you're asking me about softball, I usually play short, but I can play any position. If you're asking me about what I think those incredible eyes of yours are telling me you want to know, then my answer is; I usually let the lady decide. But I'm willing to try any position you want. Nice nails, by the way."

Dawn had bright white nail polish on, and they looked elegant. The color was vibrant as it contrasted against her dark tan. 

Dawn blinked, and she blushed slightly. I had to grab her hand a little tighter, and she reached up and grabbed my left forearm to steady her self for just a moment. Her smile grew as she regained her composure. 

"Neil, I have to say, it's not often that a guy makes me weak in the knees. I hope you don't find this offensive, but I'm a little wet right now."

Jill chimed in, saying, "Shit Dawn, you're always wet. You're the horniest girl I've ever met." 

I smiled, and Dawn looked at me. "Second. Jill's not counting herself."

I laughed, and started to say something. But Mark spoke first.

"I hate to be a total buzz kill here; but we have to get going. We got two games tonight, and the first one is at 7:00. We need to get ready to go...now!" I looked at my watch, and it was already 5:30. 

Mark threw me two jerseys. One was black, and one was white. They had black, white and silver designing, and had the Oakland Raiders symbols on the sleeves, including the 'Commitment to Excellence' line. He even had my last name on the back, and my favorite number, 28. I was a little stunned. 

"Hey bud, you're part of the S-T Incorporated family now. We're wearing black tonight."

I headed down the hall to get changed, and oddly enough, Dawn followed me. I went into the bedroom that Mark had put my stuff in, and Dawn went into the closet and pulled out her uniform. I looked at her, wondering what was going on.

Dawn turned and smiled. "Didn't Mark tell you?"

"Tell me what?" 

"I'm their roommate."

I smiled and laughed said, "Well, I know I've not been myself for quite a while. But I'm pretty sure I'd remember if he brought up the conversation of the gorgeous brunette he lived with."

"That's a shame. I guess I know more about you then."

"That can't be good," I said laughing. 

I bent down and started to pick up my bags.

"Where are you going?" Dawn asked as she took off her shirt, leaving her standing there in those short jean shorts and a white lacy bra that held up her huge rack.

"Uh...I figured I should go change in the bathroom. I didn't know this was your room. I'm sure Mark just wanted to mess with me."

Dawn smiled and said, "Why would he do that?"

"Guy thing. Always fun to kick the guy who's down."

"That's not his style, Neil. I told him to bring your stuff in here."




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 01



I was standing in the doorway, and said, "Oh...well look Dawn, I can sleep on the couch. I don't want to put you out." 

She walked toward me and took the closest bag from my hand.

"Tell you what, let's see how things go, and we'll worry about who sleeps where later. Okay?" 

Dawn dropped my bag back where it was, and then walked over to the dresser and pulled out a black sports bra. She turned and winked, and reached behind her, taking off the one she had on. Her huge melons spilled out, and I know my mouth opened. She had amazing areolas, a little over an inch in diameter, and perfect nipples the size of nickels that jutted out a half inch. Dawn was obviously excited by what she had just done. I could see those cute buds throbbing, practically calling me to go over and suck them. 

She lingered for the longest time, letting me stare at her. It wasn't until Mark yelled to ask if we were coming that we snapped out of it.

"I could be, if you'd leave us alone another minute." I yelled back. 

Dawn giggled a little and put the sports bra on. I grabbed my stuff out of one of the bags and turned.

"Hey, where are you going now?" she asked.

I turned back, holding my stuff in front of me.

"I'm going to the bathroom to change."

"Are you that modest?" she said thinking she had crossed a line.

"Trust me, Dawn. I'd love nothing more than to get dressed right here in front of you, watching you do the same. But I'm pretty sure Mark wants us to get going, and if I don't go in there, I'm never going to get this to go down enough to get my cup on." 

I moved the shirt I was using to hide my erection from her. It was Dawn's turn to have her mouth fall open. Now, I'm not the biggest guy in the world, but I've had no complaints; and I count the ex in that statement. 

I've read the erotic stories of Penthouse and the like. They're all the same. Fact: Every guy does not have a 9-inch or bigger dick, nor does every girl have 40-inch tits. Fact: No guy can cum 'gallons' and 8 times a day, and not every girl can have multiple orgasms. 

Another fact: I really am bigger than average at around 7 ½ inches long. And I really am just over 3 inches in diameter. I could use the tired old 'it's just like a coke can' simile, but it would be taller than a coke can, so it doesn't really work, except for how big around it is. Anyway...fact: I'm blessed in that area and I know that.

"Wow," Dawn mouthed to herself as I turned back around, smiling at how I left her.

I got dressed, finally getting my cock to soften enough to cram the cup into that supporter. I pulled on my gray softball shorts, and put on the black jersey Mark had given me. With the grayish-silver lettering, I had to admit it looked pretty cool.

I walked out into the hallway and almost ran into Dawn. She also had on gray shorts, and we looked like we belonged together. I complimented her on her outfit, but she just kept staring at crotch. I smiled, and thrust my pelvis forward. 

Dawn snapped out of her trance and blushed again. 

"Sorry, I..."

"It's okay Dawn. Just know that you're staring at my cup right now."

"Yeah, and how much is packed behind it!" she said with a grin.

I had all my gear in my car, so when we went outside I took out my keys and hit the FOB to open my door. Dawn saw my new red Nissan 300ZX and stopped.

"I'm riding with Neil!" she yelled.

Mark disappointedly said, "I thought we were all going together."

Jill hit him in the arm and said, "They'll follow us. Relax."

I opened the door for Dawn and put her stuff behind the seat and got in. I followed Mark, and we headed toward downtown Ann Arbor. The tourney was going to be played on some fields near the U of M hospital. As we drove, I caught Dawn staring at me. I looked at her from time to time, and finally decided the silence was too loud.

"What's on your mind, Dawn?"

"I'm sorry...was I staring again?"

"Yes...not at my crotch though. And that's okay. Is there something bothering you?"

"No. I guess not."

We drove a little more, and obviously something was occupying her mind. She just looked at me. She had a warm smile, but a troubled brow. It was almost like there was a hint of wonder, mixed with a little sorrow.

"Dawn, I'm kind of a 'say what's on your mind' kind of guy. You're not going to offend me."

"Okay. Look, I don't want to make any promises, and I don't want to get all heavy on you. The last thing I think you or I need is anything complicated. But I like you...and I find you very attractive. Not just because I saw your crotch without the cup, either. Fuck, I'm doing this all wrong."

"Well, I'm not sure about what you're trying to say...but I have to tell you I love a girl that's not afraid to cuss like a sailor in front of a guy she just met. Not to mention flashing him those incredible tits you have."

Dawn smiled. "Let me try this again. I don't know what's going to happen this weekend any more than you do. And I don't want to push you...or be pushed. We're kind of coming from the same place. But, whatever happens, I need it to be just for now."

"What does that mean?" 

"Let's just say I'm interested in you...casually?" 

Dawn said it as a question, like she really didn't know if that's what she wanted to say. But I got her message. 

"If you mean no strings...I'm okay with whatever. I'm already farther ahead than I ever dreamed, Dawn." I said as I nodded towards her chest. "I didn't come up here looking to get lucky. I came up here to get away from a nightmare that was about to land in my lap."

"The reunion?"

Mark had talked. I shouldn't have been surprised, but I was.

"Yeah. Wasn't looking forward to it, kind of ran away from it, and looking at you, I'm thrilled that I did."

"Well, like I said, I'm not sure what's in store for this weekend. I just know I'm very confused, and really intrigued by you."

We talked for the next 20 minutes as we wound our way through the streets of Ann Arbor, making our way to the fields. Dawn had just turned 22, and had broken up with her longtime boyfriend 3 months earlier, who she suspected had been cheating on her. We talked a lot about the feelings that one goes through when they've been betrayed, and how we both felt now after time. She admitted that not being married made it a little less painful, but I think she was lying a bit to cover it up.

By the time we got to the fields, it was like we were best friends. It helped that Dawn knew a lot about me from Mark and Jill, so I was able to listen to more of her side. There's nothing like being a guy and just listening to make a woman feel like she's the center of the universe at that moment. When we got out, she gave me a big hug. 

"Thanks Neil. I've been holding a lot of that crap inside. I needed to get it out so I can start being a woman again." I knew what she meant. When you're that deep in pain, you cease to be a functional human and slip into more of a blob state of mind. 

"What about Mark? He's been great for me to talk to," I asked.

"It's been great that they let me move in with them. I really needed a place to stay. But he's pretty occupied with Jill. Plus, I don't think she trusts me. I mean, I've been there, so I'd never try to do anything with him. I couldn't stand the thought of hurting her."

"Maybe she doesn't trust Mark."

"Well I never thought of that...but it hasn't been a problem. Christ, they fuck every single night!"

"Really?"

"Yes...I can't tell you how many times I've..." Dawn blushed as she edited herself.

"Dawn, you're looking at a guy who had to masturbate one night because he heard his parents having sex in the other room. Don't be ashamed because you're going through a lot of batteries."

"Ewwww!"

"Yeah. I thought the same thing at first. And really, it didn't happen EXACTLY like that. But I did hear the folks going at it, and I did wake up in the middle of the night that night and had to whack off. But I was dreaming about someone else. Still, the it did cross my mind that I had to jack off hours after hearing them, even through the two events were unrelated...and I just got a kick out of seeing the look on your face just now."

Dawn reached over and slugged me on the biceps, and laughed. "You're gross."

"Yeah, but now that's stuck in your head, and you're going to be thinking about it the first time you come up to bat. I guarantee it."

~*~*~*~*~*~

We headed over to the diamond we were going to be playing on, and Mark introduced me to the rest of the team. I had met a few at his work earlier in the day. There were only 11 of us, which meant one would sit out each inning in the field. But we'd all bat. I knew now why he wanted me to play. A three-day tourney with 1 sub was going to be tough on all of us. 

There were only 6 guys and 5 girls on the team. So, all five of the girls were going to have to play inning of every game, since the tourney rules stated that you're supposed to have an even team on the field defensively; five girls and five guys. I didn't know it when I signed up, but Mark was also the coach, not that that was a problem. He came to me and asked where I wanted to play. I told him that it was up to him. I didn't want to ruffle any feathers on the team. I was just a guest player.

He didn't start me, and batted me towards the bottom of the lineup. Last, actually. That was fine, too. I spent the first inning on the bench by myself, which was odd. I kept the score book while they S-T Raiders took the field. Mark was the pitcher, and he was throwing his high lobs to Jill, who was his catcher. Dawn settled in at second base.

When I first saw her in Mark's living room, I never would have pegged Dawn for a softball player. Of course, my eyes were stuck on her boobs. But behind them, about 8 inches, stood an incredible athlete. I knew that instantly as she ran to her position and took the first practice ground ball from the guy playing first, whipping it back to him. 

I couldn't take my eyes off of Dawn the entire first inning. I kept score, but on every pitch, I was watching her, not the ball. It was intoxicating. Not just the sheer beauty of the girl herself, but also the way she played. Dawn looked to be a better second baseman that any guy I had ever played with up the middle of the field. 

We got out of the first inning, but not before giving up a couple of runs because of an error by our shortstop, a big lunkhead of a guy named Earl, who you could tell thought he was the world's greatest player. You know the kind; the one that has all the latest gear and dresses the part, complete with eye black and two pairs of sweatbands on his forearms. He threw a ball 10 feet over the head of the first baseman, letting in two runs. But it was early in the game, and the tournament.

One of the other rules of the tournament was that, with it being Co-ed, you had to have your lineup set so that it went guy-girl-guy-girl, or girl-guy-girl-guy. You couldn't have two guys or two girls batting back to back, unless it was at the end and you had an odd number. It was designed to keep teams from stacking. With us having 6 guys and 5 girls, we would have two guys together. Since I batted last, I had a guy following me in the batting order.

Dawn came up second in the lineup, and I was a little surprised that she batted left-handed. We were in the third base dugout, and so I got to watch her step in facing me. Just before the first pitch was thrown to her, she called time and stepped out of the batter's box, laughing hysterically. She looked over at me and I could tell she was blushing. 

Gathering herself, Dawn ripped the first pitch she saw for a double into the gap and she flew to second, cutting the bag at first like a big leaguer. I was more impressed with her abilities every minute I watched her. We stranded her at second, and I got to go onto the field in the next inning. Mark had me play right center, and Dawn and I ran out together when we took our positions. 

"Hey, what was so funny when you got to the plate?" I asked.

"You, you stupid jerk! I actually thought of your parents having sex. You planted that fucking seed in my head, and as much as I tried, I couldn't stop thinking about not thinking about it when I got up there!"

I laughed as I kept running to my spot while she stayed at second and took some ground balls. All the batters were right-handed in that inning, and I moved in a little. I watched the pitches, and I was ready to react...but I spent every second I could watching Dawn. Seeing her bend over as she prepared to field was making my cock start to grow again. With the cup, there wasn't room, and when I ran off the field after a short inning I was limping a little. 

Dawn waited for me at second to run in with me, and she noticed.

"Are you okay?"

"I will be."

"What, you pulled a groin just standing out there?"

"Not exactly," I replied, not wanting to be too specific. 

"Well what's wrong?" Dawn seemed concerned. I decided that I wasn't going to hide about how I felt anymore. Keeping things inside only made things worse; at least that was what my recent history had taught me. And Dawn and I had been more open in the last hour together than the last two years I had with the ex.

"Well, if you really must know, I got a little bored out there, and I couldn't take my eyes off that cute ass of yours. That's the fourth time you've made my cock grow."

Dawn giggled, and then got a look of shock.

"Fourth?" 

"Yes...now stop being so damn hot so I can play!"

We didn't score again in the second, and I still hadn't gotten to the plate since I was batting last. We were down 4-0 as I went back to right center for the third. I got two balls hit my way. The first was a short blooper behind second. Dawn raced out, and I called her off as I flew in and caught it just off the grass. She gave me a playful slap on the butt as I flipped her the ball.

"Wow, that's a tight ass, babe!"

"Well, it takes a strong ass to push and pull my dick around."

Dawn chuckled, and I smiled. I was feeling really good about myself. The flirting that used to come so natural to me years before was slowly coming back.

The next ball hit towards me was in the gap between the right fielder and me. I raced to my left toward the bench and scooped the ball. I made a strong pivot and spun; and I threw a strike to second directly over Dawn, who was in perfect alignment for a cut off. The throw was right on line, and was at the bag on the fly. The dope playing short never got his glove up. He must have thought I was going to lob it in and concede the double. We would have had the runner by two steps, but instead, the ball went past him and into foul territory behind third. Instead of an out, it was a run.

Dawn got into the guys' face, yelling at him. She was pissed that he didn't yell 'cut' for her to if he wasn't going to bother catching it. She was as competitive as I was. I was ticked too, but being just a guest on the team, I didn't let it out. 

Down five, we got up to bat. The lunkhead shortstop hit a single, and the girl behind him hit a grounder to first to move him over. I ripped a liner to left and got on, but it was hit so hard the lump on 2nd couldn't go. Being last we were followed by the leadoff guy, and he popped out. So Dawn came up with two out, with lumpy on second and me on first. 

She crushed another shot in the same gap between right and right center, almost to the fence. I took off knowing I was going to score. When I turned the bag and headed towards third, I looked up halfway to the base and saw the idiot had pulled up and was standing on the bag. I hit the brakes and started to go back to second, but Dawn was already there. I was stuck in between bases and just stood there looking at the ground with my hands on my knees when I got tagged. 

Dawn flew over and got in his face again. 

"What that fuck! Why are standing here...I hit the ball to the fence and your fat ass can't score from second?" 

Earl stammered and said, "I had to wait to make sure it wasn't caught."

I shook my head and said, "There were two outs, man. Pay attention."

Dawn was fuming, and now so was I. Mark was trying to calm everyone down. I just grabbed my glove and ran out with Dawn. 

"Great hit!" I said, trying to change the mood.

"A lot of fucking good it did. But it was nice watching that tight ass of yours running in front of me!"

That next inning, Dawn made an incredible play in the field. She dove to her right and stopped a ball, and went to throw to second to get the force. I could see Earl never moved, thinking she wasn't going to get there. Dawn had to change quickly and still gunned out the girl at first. But that was another run that ended up crossing the plate.

Dawn wasn't holding back now. She was yelling at Earl, yelling at Mark...yelling period.

When we got to the dugout, Dawn pinned Mark into the corner. 

"Look Mark, you asked me to play in this tourney...and you know me. I don't play just for fun. If you don't want to win, tell me know!"

"Of course I want to win. Why would you say that?"

"Then manage the team, goddammit. Bench that fat son of a bitch. Every run they have is because of him, and we didn't score for the same reason. We should be winning right now!"

"So who will play short? He's played there all year for the company team."

"And you've lost all year. Put Neil there. You heard him say he plays shortstop."

I stayed out of it, but between Jill and Dawn, they convinced Mark to make a switch for the rest of the game. 

We scored three runs that inning, and were down 6-3. Dawn and I turned double plays together the last two innings, shutting down the other team. I patted her butt as we ran off the field after the second one.

"I think yours is tighter than mine."

"That's from being on top a lot," she smiled. "Looks like shortstop really is your position."

"Right now, I'm thinking its doggy style. But if you want to be on top, I'm sure we could work that out." Dawn laughed out loud. I couldn't remember the last time I'd talked like that to a woman and didn't have to fear getting slapped.

We went into the bottom of the 7th down two runs. I drove in the girl in front of me with a triple down the right field line, and Dawn came to the plate. She continued her amazing game, putting a ball almost exactly where I did, but being left-handed, hers was hooking and when it landed it scooted past the outfielder and a rolled into the corner. I scored, and watched Dawn race around the bags. She blew past Mark, who was trying to stop her at third from his position in the coaches box. I was behind the plate, and she looked up and saw me motioning her to slide to the outside. She made a perfect drag slide, going way wide and just getting her toes on the plate as she went by.

The umpire signaled safe, and Dawn jumped up into my arms. I was surprised when she kissed me, full on the lips. 

I was a little out of sorts as she left me to high five our teammates, all except Earl. When Dawn got to him, she ignored him. 

We were packing up the dugout to wait for our next game when Mark walked by us. Dawn was putting her glove in her bag, and she zipped it up. 

"Mark, we have to talk."

"What's up?" Mark was pretty upbeat from the euphoria of the win. Dawn was too, and yet she was still ticked.

"I'm done."

"What do you mean, you're done?"

"Find another girl to play. I'm not stepping onto the field again with Earl on the team. I won't play with a lazy asshole that thinks he's Gods' gift to softball. He sucks."

"C'mon Dawn. You know I can't find another girl now. The rosters are set. And if you don't play, we all can't play. We have to forfeit because we need 5 girls."

"Well, you have a decision to make then, because I'm serious."




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 01



"Dawn, that's silly. We'll put him in the outfield."

"Why? He can't fucking run. I hit a ball to the fence and he couldn't get that fat ass home from second base? Look at me!"

Dawn showed Mark the strawberry that now blemished her right thigh from the slide she made to win the game. 

"That's how I play. I don't expect everyone to play that way, but I at least expect them to try...and to know the game, at least a little bit. Not yelling 'cut', not covering the bag...I want to win Mark. I won't play if Earl does."

I knew Mark was in a tough spot. He probably worked with the guy. But he marched right over and talked to him. Earl got pissed, and grabbed his stuff and headed off to his truck.

Mark came and sat down next to me as I got the dirt out of my cleats.

"You okay, bud?" I asked.

"No. I'll have hell to pay for that come Monday."

"Really, why?"

"His dad is my boss. He's the 'S' in S-T Incorporated. Harry is the VP."

Wow, talk about putting his neck out there. Mark was bummed, but we won the next game going away, 17-1. Dawn and I played inspired. Nothing got past us. Mid-way through the game, when I made a backhanded stop deep in the hole and threw blindly toward second. Dawn made a great stretch and scooped the throw out of the dirt like a gold glove first baseman. At that moment, I realized for certain that I had never played with a better second baseman, male or female. She was amazing.

The team was going to go out after the game to celebrate the start. I begged off, telling Mark I was tired. It had been a long drive up, and it was past 11:00. I really wasn't up for drinking. 

"What about you Dawn?"

"No thanks. My thigh's killing me. I want to get something on this before too long so it won't scar up too bad."

I took her bag and carried it to the car. 

"You okay?" I asked.

"Yeah, why?"

"Well, I didn't know your leg was bothering you that much. You didn't play like it in second game." "It's not."

"Well...you said..."

"Neil, I know what I said. Would you have rather I said that I wanted you to take me home so we could fuck?" Dawn smiled and winked as she patted me on my ass one more time. "I want to find out just how well that tight ass of yours moves that dick you were telling me about." 

Dawn and I walked to towards the parking lot. Having just finished a double header on the first evening of the weekend tournament, the rest of the team, with the exception of the exiled Earl, went out for a little celebration. Dawn apparently had other plans, and I was totally on board.

"I love your car," Dawn said as I unlocked my new Nissan 300ZX.

"Thanks. A little present to myself, I suppose. The ex got to fuck around on me. I got a new car the day the divorce was final. It really pissed her off."

"Well, it really suits you."

"Do you wanna drive it?"

"Maybe tomorrow."

"Why not now?"

"Because it would be too hard to drive a stick shift, and play with your cock at the same time," she said as she winked at me again.

I smiled, and said, "Well, that's going to be hard either way...remember I've got my cup on. 

I had opened the door for Dawn, and she sat down. Before I could step back, she grabbed my shorts and unbuttoned them. In what seemed like seconds, I had both my shorts and my sliding shorts down around my ankles and she was helping me step out of them. She threw sliding shorts, complete with cup, in the back seat. Just as quickly, she had me step back into my softball shorts and had me buttoned and zipped back up in no time.

"I can't believe I just did that." I said, a little stunned by how quickly it all happened.

"You didn't. I did."

"I meant I can't believe I was half naked in the parking lot. That's a new one."

Dawn got up and pulled off her jersey and handed it to me. Then off came her sports bra, and she stood in front of me with those magnificent melons almost touching my shirt. Throwing the bra back with my sliding shorts, she smiled as she grabbed her jersey and put it back on. 

"There, now we were both half naked in the parking lot. Happy?" She looked down at my crotch and watched as my cock start to grow again. Giggling, she said, "Yeah...you're happy!"

We got in and I backed up and pulled toward the road. 

"Turn right," Dawn said.

"Didn't we come in from that way?" I said, pointing to the left.

"Yeah. We're taking the long way home."

I gave her a crazy look. I wanted to race back to her place and get started.

"Relax, Neil. I was serious. I want to play with you in the car. Take this road. It will take you to US-23. We'll go right, and then take I-94 west. I can't do anything when you're shifting, so I was hoping you'd let me take you onto the interstate for a little while. It won't take us that much longer. I promise."

I turned right and practically peeled rubber. Dawn giggled. I loved the way she laughed; she was so full of life. The road she asked me to take followed the north bank of the Huron River. It was a windy road, and Dawn was right, I was shifting a lot. It gave us time to talk a little more.

I found out about her love of softball (3 leagues) and other sports, and where she got her competitive drive for sports (3 older brothers). We had a lot of similar tastes in music, food, movies...you name it.

"I might just have to fall in love with you," I said jokingly. 

Dawn got a funny look on her face, and I knew she took that the wrong way.

"Dawn, relax. I was just kidding. In truth, you're fantastic. Any guy with half a brain would be lucky to be with you...I can't believe I'm even in a car with you. But I'm also almost 7 years older than you are. That's a big difference, and I'm sure it would jump up and bite us sooner or later. This is what it is; no strings. Okay?"

"Whew. You had me worried. I'm just not ready for another relationship. I just want to have a little fun. But I know where you're at right now, and I didn't want to hurt you."

"Emotionally or physically? Because if you fuck like you play ball, I may not make it through the night."

Dawn smacked my arm again.

"You know what I mean. I like you...and I want to have some fun with you. But I'd never want to hurt you."

"I have to be honest Dawn, my heart has been numb for quite some time. But I think part of the healing process is getting back to who I really am. And I have today. You've already done that for me. I feel alive right now, and I'm not just talking about inside my pants. I know this isn't anything serious. But it still makes me feel good. For the first time in a long time, my heart feels warm for someone."

"I'm planning on making the rest of you warm, too," she said as she shifted in her seat, turning to face me.

"I'm sure you will. I don't know what Mark or Jill has told you about me; at least as far as this subject is concerned."

"What subject is that?"

"Sex."

"Oooooh...I like that subject," she said in a sexy voice.

"Well, I know you know what happened. At least you've heard some version of the truth. But I don't really want to go into that. I guess I just want to say that even though it's been well over a year since we split, I have been with a couple of women since then. I've even kind of been seeing this one girl."

"So, you have a girlfriend?" Dawn said, kind of shocked.

"I wouldn't call her a girlfriend. Her name is Tina. She cuts my hair." 

"So you're just seeing her just to get haircuts?"

"That's how it started. I suppose you could say that we've become friends that fuck. Does that make sense?"

"So, it's a casual thing."

"Yeah. We see each other from time to time just to get each other off. It's good, but it's not great. I mean, the sex is great, but there's no spark, and there's never gonna be a spark."

"So, if we fuck, how is that going to be different?" 

"Well, I don't know for sure, really. Maybe it won't be. But based on how I feel about you, I'm guessing that when I tell people about this weekend, if I'm asked about you, I would put you in the 'lover' category."

"Lover?"

"Well yeah. I mean, with Tina...it's just sex. I get excited, and she turns me on physically. But it's more of raw thing. There's no emotion for either of us. I don't think we've even kissed that I can remember. We get together and get it on. I don't know how it even started."

That was untrue. I knew. I knew very well. But now wasn't the time to go into that. 

"I'm not explaining this very well. The biggest difference, to me, is the emotion. I want to fuck Tina, but I don't want to be with her. That sounds kind of harsh, but she doesn't want to be with me either. I like her body; she loves my cock. That's it...kind of a fuck-hate relationship." I said laughing. "But Dawn, I connect with you. Hell, I already know more about you than I do about her, because we've talked. I see levels of you that I find interesting and exhilarating. My heart fluttered the first time I saw you. Yeah, I got hard, just like with Tina...but you're the kind of girl I would love to be with if I weren't fucking you. You're a lover." 

"Oh...wow! I..." Dawn blushed. I could see her ears get red. 

"Hey, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..."

Dawn put her hand up and said, "It's okay, Neil. I'm actually thrilled. I'd love to be your lover. I'd love to call you mine as well. I guess I kind of feel the same way."

I pulled onto US-23, which is a limited access highway. I got up to speed and got the car into 5th gear, and I hit the cruise control. Dawn smiled as she saw me move my right arm out of the way. Unbuckling her belt, she got on her knees on the passenger seat. She reached down to the bottom of her jersey and lifted it up over her massive breasts, exposing them to me for the third time. It was just as exciting as the first.

"Okay, lover. I think it's time we get to know each other even better. If you've learned anything about me so far, you should know by now I'm a pretty direct girl."

"No...really?" I said, dripping with sarcasm.

Dawn flashed me a wicked smile as she reached for my zipper. Now that my support shorts were gone, it was going to be easier for her to snap open the button and fish out my prick.

"I am. I know that's hard to believe, but I am. It saves a lot of hassle. Of course, sometimes it creates it. But I'm happier that way. Anyway, I brought that up because I tend to be pretty vocal in bed, and that can turn some guys off. I just wanted you to know. And I'm not afraid to tell guys what I want. I hope that doesn't turn you off."

"Do you have a 'for instance' you'd like to share?" I asked.

"I love to have my tits played with while I give head. And don't be shy; I like my nipples pulled and twisted. You're not going to hurt me. Okay?"

I nodded, and said, "In that case, I like to have my balls sucked. A lot of girls won't..." 

"I'll take care of you baby." 

Dawn had opened my shorts, and was slowly stroking my growing cock as she talked to me. Pulling the opening wide to my hips, I lifted them slightly so she could have room to move the shorts down a little. She reached down to fondle my balls, and suddenly she looked down.

"Holy fuck! You're shaved!" 

"Yeah...so?"

"I never noticed that when I took your shorts off. I was trying not to look so I could be surprised later."

"Surprise!"

"No shit. I've never had a guy that was shaved before. It's all gone. God, you look fantastic. And you're cock is huge! Why do you do it?"

"Do what? Shave?"

"Yeah."

"Because I like to have my balls sucked."

"Really...that's why?"

"Well, it's one of the reasons. If you want a girl to go down there, I figure you should make the experience as pleasing as possible so she'll want to do it again. Nobody likes that unpleasant hair getting in their mouth. Plus, I like the way it feels. It was different at first, but now I find it makes me feel sexy and it's more sensitive. And, I think it makes my cock look bigger."

"Jesus, Neil...it's already huge. You need it to look bigger?"

"There are bigger ones out there. So this helps, at least in my mind. And from my point of view of late, feeling better about myself is important."

"Neil, I can tell you...you're way better than most. And for the record, yes, there are bigger ones out there. And I suppose there are some women who search them out. But most of us want to feel stuffed; we don't want to be ripped in half. I have a feeling this one is going to stretch me perfectly."

Dawn lifted my cock up and leaned over. She took my shaft into her mouth and sucked my cock in as far as she could. I reached up and started playing with her tits as they hung down, practically rubbing on my thigh. Her nipples were perfect, and she moaned as I rolled one between my finger and thumb.

My shaft was soaked with Dawn's saliva, and she sucked the head for a moment before moving down the shaft with her tongue and going to my heavy balls. She was jacking me off as she took one of them into my mouth, licking and loving it, flicking her electric tongue lightly around it. It was heaven.

Dawn sucked on my other ball, and I moved to her other nipple, pulling and twisting it roughly, and pinching it hard. She let out a long groan.

"You do that wonderfully, baby," she said softly into my sack.

"You do too, babe. You do too!"

We got back to the 'Mobile Home Estate' in about 20 minutes. Dawn had pulled up off of me as we got off the interstate, but she kept stroking me slowly. We were silent, just our ragged, raspy breathing communicating to each other. I glanced over and saw that she was rubbing her pussy through her shorts.

I parked the car and turned it off in front of Mark's place. I was going to ask Dawn if she wanted to go inside, but she had other ideas. Leaning back over, she licked the knob of my prick and looked up at me. 

"Neil, I'm going to suck you, and I want you to cum in my mouth. Then we can go inside and have some more fun. But I want to do this here, okay?"

Who was I to argue? I eased my seat back a little more and Dawn engulfed me. I inhaled deeply from the feeling of her tongue swirling around my head. I tried to pull at her nipples again, but she was all over the place. I settled on just grabbing and pawing at her whole breast, which seemed to be what she wanted, based on her reaction. 

I was too far-gone now. I hadn't had a blowjob that great in ages (the ex could suck cock, which might help explain the fact that she was such a slut). Dawn reached down and started massaging my balls with her right hand. Her left was stroking my cock while her mouth bobbed up and down over my head in unison. I felt her finger trail down to that magic area under my balls, between my legs as she continued squeezing my sack.

I moved my free hand to the top of Dawn's head, and interlaced my fingers into her hair. As she squeezed my balls, they contracted and she locked down onto my cock and started swirling her tongue again. My hips bucked up, and I was there.

"I'm cumming babe!" I said with a grunt, and Dawn hummed over my cockhead, bringing another amazing sensation into the mix.

I tend to cum a lot compared to most guys. At least that's what I've been told by most of the women I've been with. It's not unusual for me to blast 6 to 7 large jets each time I have an orgasm. It makes cleaning up after I masturbate a little tricky. I had to by extra boxes of Kleenex since I'd moved back in with the folks. 

When I came, it was no exception. Dawn's cheeks bulged out like a chipmunk storing food as the first couple of blasts hit the back of her throat. She was trying to swallow, but the volume proved too much. I could feel some slipping down the front of my shaft and pooling around the base of my pulsing cock. It's a sexy feeling. When I finally stopped spurting, Dawn leaned down and started licking up the cum she had to let seep out. She totally cleaned me, trying to get every morsel. 

"God, you cum a lot lover! That's the first time I couldn't swallow a whole load."

"Sorry...kind of a gift, I suppose."

"So you always do that?"

"Yeah."

She laughed and said, "I might just have to fall in love with you!"

Dawn had a lot of cum on her lips and chin from trying to clean me up. I still had my hand in her hair, and I pulled her up to me. She was wide eyed as I placed my mouth over hers and kissed her hard, sticking my tongue deep into her mouth. Dawn started shaking. 

As I pulled back, I opened my eyes to see that she still had hers wide open. 

"You KISSED me!"

"Yes...I told you, I like you. Remember?"

"But I...I just swallowed you!"

"Not very well, though. You still have some on your chin. Hold still."

I leaned forward and licked a huge drop of cum dangling from Dawn's chin, and held it on my tongue. I pulled back again, and gave her a sexy smile. She groaned as I brought my mouth to hers again. She sucked my tongue like she'd just sucked on my cock, and giggled as she stole the salty substance from me. Dawn reached up and hugged me around the neck. 

"God...you are the hottest man I've ever met!"

"Why do you say that?"

"You just licked your cum from my chin and fed it to me with your tongue. I've never even had a guy kiss me after I sucked his cock. That was amazing!"

"What's so amazing about that?" I said, my eyes sparkling from her smile.

She punched me on the arm again. I was beginning to view them as love taps.

"You know very well. That was the sexiest thing I've ever had someone do with me. Tell me the truth...was that just an impulse?"

"I've tasted myself before, Dawn. I really don't have a problem with it. I guess I'm different, but it seems me that if you expect the one you're with to swallow you, then the least you can do is know what they're experiencing. I kind of like it. I mean, I wouldn't want to eat someone else's, that's not my thing. But I don't think of this as a big deal. And I love the reaction. Yours was one of the best. Did you cum?"

"Yeah, a little. God that was fucking HOT!"

"Well, don't get too carried away. I'm gonna take you inside now and eat your pussy, and then I'm going to kiss you again and have you lick MY face clean!"

I felt Dawn shiver again, and I knew she was primed. I couldn't wait to get her inside Mark's house.



Ann: A Love Story Ch. 02



I'd just finished being on the receiving end of an amazing blowjob. Dawn was incredible, and I couldn't wait to get inside Mark's place and return the favor, as a prelude to other things. But Dawn seemed to have a different agenda altogether. She got this excited look in her eyes and she started ripping off her shoes and socks. She opened the door of the car and threw them into the yard next to the sidewalk. I was a little puzzled, when she grabbed my sliding shorts and her sports bra and got out. 

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Leaving a trail."

It was about 11:30 and Dawn slammed the door shut, making enough noise to wake anyone that might have been asleep. She pulled off her jersey and dropped it a little farther up the sidewalk, and then dropped her bra even closer to the front door. Next came her shorts, followed by her own sliding pants. 

Dawn stood on the stoop of Mark's home, wearing just a tiny yellow g-string. I was surprised she had it on to play ball, but I wasn't complaining. Instead, I was frozen, standing next to my car with the door still open.

Playing with her thumb under the thin string on her hip, Dawn smiled.

"You're gonna have to take this last one off, big guy. I helped you with yours."

I started to close the door and walk, or run, to her. But Dawn raised her hand, giving me the stop sign.

"Not so fast, lover. You need to leave a trail too. We have to help Mark and Jill find their way home. We wouldn't want them to get lost, would we?"

I took off my shoes and socks and dropped them in the grass next to my car door. Reaching in the back seat, I picked up my sliding pants and shut the door as I walked toward the angel waiting lustfully on Mark's doorstep. 

Dawn's sliding shorts were closer to the door than her softball shorts; I suppose to give the appearance that we were undressing on the way in. Wanting to match her item for item, I dropped my Jersey next to hers, and walked up next to her shorts. I tossed the sliding ones farther up the sidewalk, near where hers had landed. 

Smiling at Dawn, I slowly unbuttoned my shorts and lowered the zipper, letting gravity handle the rest as I let them go. My cock was hard again. Actually, I didn't remember it going soft. As I stepped out of them, naked to the world, Dawn's eyes got excited about seeing all of me for the first time. She licked her lips, which only reminded her of me as she tasted my cum again.

"Mmmmmm, that looks nice!" she cooed. 

I started to walk to her, but again she raised up her hand to stop me.

"Turn around please. I want the full view."

I turned slowly and stood, posing with my arms curled and tightening my muscles to make them pop out. I never pretended to be a body builder; far from it. But I was very well defined physically. Dawn noticed.

"God I love a tight ass on a man!" 

As I turned, Dawn nodded. I slowly made my way to her. She was standing two steps above me when I got there, and her crotch was at about my chest. I wasted no time in claiming my prize. Placing my hands on her ass, I pulled her toward the edge of the little covered porch. 

My thumbs worked their way under the thin straps of Dawn's g-string near her ass crack, and I moved my hands towards her hips, stretching the material out. Lowering myself in time with my hands, my face came into view of her heavenly 'Y'. She parted her legs ever so slightly as I continued to remove the last object that kept us both from being totally naked outside Marks' home.

I let go of the small undergarment, letting it drop to her feet, and my hands ran up the backs of her legs, returning to her ass. As magnificent as Dawn's breasts were, I have always been an ass man. And hers didn't disappoint. It was perfectly shaped, and wonderfully tight. Dawn let out a little sigh as I lightly brushed my fingers over her skin. Her legs parted wider, and I got my first close up view of her mound. She was bald, just like me...we both shared a penchant for a razor.

"Mmmmmm, that looks nice!" I said, repeating her phrase.

Dawn giggled and said, "See, we were meant to be together this weekend. No hair to get in your mouth. And I think it makes my clit look bigger. What do you think?"

I smiled up at her and said, "I don't know yet. But I'm about to find out."

Then I surprised her, by standing up and quickly sweeping her off her feet. She thought we were going inside, but I had other ideas. If she wanted the thrill of being outside like she was, I was going to take it one step further. I knelt down and placed her ass onto the edge of the porch, and leaned forward, kissing her as I moved her body onto her back.

"Neil, what are you doing?"

I smiled and raised my hand with the stop sign.

"My turn, lover. You got to have your fun with me outside and in the car where people might see us. I want mine."

I kissed my way down her body. Not as slowly as I wanted, because...well, we were out in the open. But I wanted to at least dip my tongue inside. I slid between Dawn's legs as I got on my knees on the sidewalk. Bending forward, I took in the soft glow of the dim yellowish porch light against her bronzed skin. 

No tan lines. I was so taken by Dawn flashing me over and over, that it had escaped me all three times. It wasn't until I saw her lower half that it hit me. She was peering into between her huge tits, wondering what I was waiting for. I smiled.

"I can see you do like to be outside naked."

"I wish. Tanning booth, baby."

"Well, you look fantastic in the moonlight. Or the porch light." 

I leaned forward, drawing in a huge breath as I filled my nostrils with her womanly scent. To say it was intoxicating would be trivializing the effect it had on me. I had never smelled anything so sweet and sensuous in my life. I prayed the taste would come close to what my frantic brain suddenly expected.

As I lowered my head, I knew I didn't want to spend too much time on the porch. Yet I wanted to spend the rest of eternity right where I was. I normally take my time, savoring the experience and making it just that for a woman, a long, drawn out experience. But I felt the mood was right to take a chance this time. I put my reputation as a cunnilingus aficionado aside, and placed the tip of my tongue between Dawn's asshole and her slit. 

She tensed up, and I knew then that I would be reaming that back hole later. But for the moment, I ever so slowly worked my tongue between the folds of her pussy. They parted, like my tongue was a hot knife and she had a mound made of butter. As my tongue finally made it to the center of her cunt, I just as slowly stuck it as deep as I could.

I was rewarded with a little release of that sweet nectar I had prayed would taste as good. It was better than I hoped. I smiled at the thought of how much more would be waiting for me later. I removed my tongue quickly, much to the dismay of Dawn, who was rolling on the porch. I looked up for just a moment to see her pulling at those amazing nipples.

I continued the slow, torturous path upward knowing what lovely roadblock was lying ahead. My nose had already bumped Dawn's lovely bud, making her jump. The closer my tongue snaked to its target, the more she pulled at her nipples. Mousy little squeaks were making their way into the night; signs of a vocal lover knowing she couldn't express how she really felt.

Finally, the slowest single lick in the history of lovemaking came to its eventful conclusion. My taste buds landed at the bottom of Dawn's now swollen, protruding clit, and I flicked it lightly. At least I thought it was light. Dawn started a launch sequence that would make NASA envious. I was awash in the fireworks that were going off in her head as she started to cum.

Not one to be bashful about the impression they want to leave, I clamped my mouth down over her appendage and sucked hard. Dawn went off, and about took me with her. I was amazed at how well she controlled her screams, because they only heard her in the next county, when she could have easily made three other ones aware she was cumming. I quickly moved up her body and stuck two fingers in her pussy, pumping into her as I clamped my mouth over hers. She screamed into my throat as I grabbed her hair to hold it still. 

Slowing my finger fucking, Dawn finally kissed me back, grabbing my head to let me know she was on her way back to re-entry from her orbit. And that only made me want to try an entry of my own.

I pulled out my fingers and brought them to my mouth. 

"You're delicious, babe. I don't think I've ever tasted anything so sweet."

"You are a wicked, wicked man, Neil" she said grinning.

"You have no idea." 

Dawn wanted to get up, but her knees were weak.

"Let me help you," I said, but my grin let her know something was up.

I quickly kissed her and slid my cock all the way into her velvet snatch. I could feel her eyes bug out as I rammed my tongue in her mouth. I put my hand under her back and pulled up. Dawn knew what to do, and wrapped her legs around my waist as I stood. 

"Where are your keys?" I asked, wanting to open the door to the house.

"Fuck! They're in my bag in the back of your car! I'll go get them."

She wanted to pull off and run over. I wasn't letting that happen.

"No. We'll go get them."

And I walked with Dawn stuck on my cock. I had my keys with me, having laid them on the porch when I finally got to her. I unlocked the car as I fucked her over to it, and she leaned backwards as I held on to her waist when she opened the door. Like acrobats, I lowered her inside, still impaled on my shaft. She reached back, got the bag and fished out the keys. She threw the bag on the seat and shut the door.

As I walked back to the door, I gave a couple of quick thrusts just to let Dawn know I was there. Her reaction was priceless, like she read my mind.

"God that feels good."

"You're tight," I said, thinking I was stating the obvious.

"I used to be."

"What do you mean you used to be?"

"I was until you stuck that big thing in me. I may never be the same."

I kissed her as I walked up the steps, almost slipping on the huge wet pool of her cum she left on the edge of the top step.

"I hope that doesn't dry up before Mark and Jill come home," I said laughing.

Dawn's mind was already beyond that encounter. She was looking way ahead.

"Let's go fuck!" she said enthusiastically.

"What do you think we're doing?"

"We're just getting started, lover; just getting started."

~*~*~*~*~*~

One of the things I had missed most after the divorce was companionship. That feeling of having someone and being close whenever you wanted to. I'm sure that sounds pretty obvious. But I'm not talking about the everyday 'having someone to talk with and to share with' type of companionship. That IS obvious. It's the little things about being with someone that you don't ever think you'll miss because you never really think of them at the time. Those are the ones that you end up missing the most.

For me, it was that feeling of waking up in the middle of the night holding, even clinging, onto someone you had just made love to for hours. That special embrace where you both fall asleep from exhaustion and satisfaction, only to wake up to find you're still coupled in the same position.

The sad truth was I had been missing that feeling long before the divorce, or even the initial split. It had been before the ex's first affair since I last had that special itch in my emotional psyche scratched. Way before. It was now close to four torturous, empty years without that happening. 

Waking up in the middle of the night in a strange bed is always confusing at first. When you wake up spooning with a sexy naked babe you just met hours before, and feel your hard cock nestled between her closed thighs, that confusion multiplies exponentially. 

The first reaction I had was normal for the circumstances. Having missed that closeness for so long, I had recently found myself waking up dreaming about it. The women in the dreams would always vary; from someone I knew, to someone famous. But they were always beautiful, always naked, and always I woke up to the reality of living in my own private nightmare. It was always just a dream: and I always woke up alone.

I stirred, and immediately cursed my fate once again for marrying a woman that did not take well to the institution of marriage. My all too familiar early morning anger quickly set in, asking the same tired questions about my ex. Why had I been so foolish to presume that just because she was hot, she wouldn't fuck around on me? What made me think I would end up with a different result than her first husband?

A funny thing happened as I came out of my normal 3AM fog; normal in that it was not unusual for me to wake up sometime between 2:30 and 4:30 in the morning, cursed by this increasingly persistent obsessive fantasy. I took a deep breath and moved my right hand, feeling something soft, and yet firm. It certainly wasn't my pillow.

Dawn's hand moved to mine, and she intertwined our fingers, helping me squeeze that delightful bosom I had spent the better part of a half hour getting to know up close and personal. She moved my hand upward from where I had been cupping her right breast in my sleep, forcing my thumb and forefinger together in an effort to get me to pinch her erect nipple.

"Mmmmmm. You're insatiable, Neil. God, your cock feels so hard again."

This definitely wasn't a dream. And it definitely wasn't the last person I woke up in this position with. My ex would never use a word like 'Insatiable'. She wouldn't know how to spell it, or how to find it in the dictionary, and she certainly wouldn't have known what it meant. All of those facts made my cock pulse a little, and that made Dawn coo even more.

As I rolled Dawn's nipple, pinching HER to make sure it wasn't a dream, my mind raced. I was playing back those erotic moments that led us to the moment we were sharing; to my finding the long lost sensual companionship I had feared might never return. 

~*~*~*~*~*~

When I brought Dawn into the house after our exhilarating fun on Mark's front porch, we went straight to the shower. I actually carried her on my cock the entire way and we stayed connected at our groins until we were under the soothing warm spray of the pulsating showerhead.

Most of the times I had been with a woman in the shower, the last thing we did was actually shower. And since we were technically fucking when we climbed in, it would stand to reason that this time would be no different, but it was. I held us together under the warm water, letting it rain over our sticky, sweaty bodies; not soiled from sex, but rather from the softball games. We needed to get the dirt and grime off of us. When you play as hard as Dawn did, and I do, you don't mind getting filthy for the game, but you also can't wait to get clean. 

I lifted Dawn off my shaft and gently stood her in the shower. I think she had that initial raw thought too, and waited for me to make another move. But that move was for the shampoo instead of some random sexual maneuver. I lathered her hair, massaging her scalp with my fingers. Once I rinsed her long silky tresses, I grabbed the bottle of body wash and proceeded to clean her thoroughly. It was more sensual than sexual, as I studied and learned more about her body and what buttons she found exciting. 

Dawn did the same for me, taking her sweet time. I could not remember ever having a more stimulating experience than when she washed my hair. The way her fingers ran through my blond locks made my spine tingle. As she ran her hands over every inch of my body, soaping and massaging at the same time, I realized I had a lot more erogenous zones of my own than I ever imagined.

Curiously, while we cleaned each other's most intimate areas, we didn't dwell there. We both seemed diligent about ensuring good hygiene, yet we were also very careful not to over stimulate each other. It wasn't something we talked about. It just happened that way. But the effect was illuminating. By avoiding touching the obvious areas one would tend to drift towards, it was actually more electrifying. 

Dawn would touch me, say, in the inside of my bicep, and I would become incredibly focused on her gentle touch that it actually turned me on more. I think I found that same reaction in her when I slowly stroked the small of her back as I washed her neck. Places we never would have considered as sexual were making us so horny, the water started to feel like needles on my sensitized skin.

We decided to dry ourselves off, so we wouldn't feel tempted to take each other on the bathroom floor. Even that was stimulating, as we watched each other as we toweled off. What amazed me more than anything was the restraint. I'd never wanted anyone as badly as I did Dawn at that moment. But part of her allure was in knowing that she wanted me just as much, and yet we both knew that the wait was only going to make what was to come that much better. 

I've been with women where we've been so lust driven, we'd pounce on each other, and there are times when that is exactly what the body needs. But more often than not, those experiences, when looked at through the gratification prism, become sexually hollow. They happen fast, and the high is short. The better reward always seems to lie in that long, slow dance that leads to multiple hours of multiple orgasms for both parties. 

We dropped our towels in the hamper, and Dawn took my hand. It's not easy to walk forward when your eyes aren't looking in that direction. So I was thankful that Dawn new the landscape so well, since we never took our eyes off each others. I swear, her eyes would change from gray to ice blue, back to gray again, as we passed through the shadows to her room.

Dawn lit several candles that were strategically placed throughout her bedroom. They gave off just enough light so that we could see each other, but the distance and the flickering would create a shifting glow that changed as the air currents from the ceiling fan danced around the room. It caused a marvelous effect of visual hide and seek. Dawn's nipple would appear, and then be masked in darkness, only to have the feminine curve of her left hip pop up like a mirage against the darker backdrop of the wall.

Of all the things that Dawn did as a preamble to what was we were about to share, the sexiest was just seeing her climb into bed. She had lit the candles closet to me first, and then went around to the other side of the room, leaving me to follow her with my gaze. She stood for just a moment and returned my stare, undoubted looking at how the candlelight enveloped me. 

Dawn slowly, almost seductively, turned down her bed. I couldn't believe just her doing that turned me on so much, but it did. She made it seem like such a personal overture. She crawled up on the bed, and curled up on her side facing me. Her legs were together with her feet pointed like a ballerina. It was so much sexier than just a woman jumping on the mattress and spreading herself. Dawn lifted her hand to me, inviting me to join her. Taking it, I felt like I was sharing a commitment with her to seize the moment, if not the day. 

We started a little slow, which was nice after the torrid pace we had set in the car, and after we arrived at the house. All of the foreplay we had shared in the shower and just getting into bed seemed to linger in our minds. We touched and played, teasing each other as our hands turned into a lengthy, loving necking session. It reminded me of early adolescent encounters in Junior High and High School, with the obvious exception of being naked.

Finally, I made a decision to move on our lovemaking. My brief oral encounter with Dawn's pussy was wonderful, for both of us, but she came more from the excitement than from my abilities. I was determined to show her that I could bring her much more pleasure than she ever thought possible.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 02



I slowly worked my way down her voluptuous physique, spending a little time licking and nibbling around her breasts. I loved the way Dawn reacted when I sucked and bit at the fleshy underside of each. It was another button that I found she loved to have pushed; one I don't think she knew existed.

Trailing down her hard stomach, I made another brief stop at her navel. I love an 'innie', since is gives you another place to delve a tongue into, and it can become a tiny reservoir for cum to pool in if your aim is true enough. Dawn moaned a little as I clamped down and sucked hard; letting her know that she would likely be getting that treatment somewhere a little lower.

And lower I went. I spent almost a half hour making love to Dawn's southern hemisphere. It was a deliberate and tantalizing assault, filled with peaks and valleys. I would bring her close to orgasm, and then back away to let her cool just a little. I became very intimate with her pink little rosebud, tonguing deep into her back side as I tilted her pelvis to reach deeper. I couldn't tell if Dawn had a lot of experience with back door play, but she really went wild over the sensations.

After keeping Dawn on the edge for so long, I relented to her almost constant mewling for release. I dug my tongue through her dripping crevice, using my lips to create friction to her labia. I kept one hand on her lower abdomen, rubbing her mound just where it started to curve downward to where I was working. My other hand caressed her left buttock; my touches light and smooth.

Feeling Dawn start to buck her hips, physically begging me to let her climax, I slipped my face upward that fraction of an inch that matters and latched on to her clit. 

"Oh God, lover! I'm cumming!"

Her announcement was breathless, and I realized even then that they were the first words either of us had spoken since we had entered the house. My reward was swift and sweet, literally. It wasn't what I would call a flood, but it certainly was a raging river of her intimate internal delicacy. Dawn filled my mouth, and then some, and I was privileged to swallow what she offered me.

Any man that is unwilling to seek out the pure personal gratification of making a woman cum with his mouth is, in my opinion, not really a man. The experience of tasting and swallowing the culmination of that effort is exhilarating, and with Dawn, it was one of the most satisfying experiences of my life. If we had decided to stop at that moment, I would have been totally content.

Dawn thought differently though, as she pulled at me to get me to join her at the head of the bed. I was met with another round of kissing. She took great delight in licking and savoring the taste of her cum from my mouth, chin, cheeks, and even parts of my neck. The guy who first coined the phrase 'sucking face' to describe making out must have had a similar experience in mind.

"God, that was amazing, Neil. I've never had anybody eat me like that. I...I"

Dawn's eyes said the words she couldn't find as they locked onto mine. The smile on my face let her know she didn't have to speak to let me know how she felt.

Wanting to reciprocate, Dawn flipped me on my back. She wasn't as patient as I had been, taking my rigid cock in her hands and stroking it as she quickly moved down my body. And that was okay. We seemed to have a great read on each other, and neither one of us felt the need for any more extended foreplay. 

Dawn took me in her mouth again, and with more room and better access than we were provided in the car, she took me deep into her throat. It wasn't quite a full deep throat; she seemed to have a little problem with my thickness, but she got close. Her intent wasn't to get me off again. She was just priming my pump a little to let me know she too was very orally gifted. I already knew that, but I appreciated her desire to show me more of her repertoire.

Pulling up, Dawn smiled and I nodded as she straddled my body and lined up my cock with her pussy. I looked down, and in the flickering light, I could see her protruding pussy lips spread like a blooming flower. The head of my cock touched her, and she closed her eyes. I reached up and softly touched those two hot buttons on the underside of her tits, and Dawn let out a little cry of pleasure as she let her body drop.

As our shaved groins met, I sighed. I hadn't realized I had taken such a deep breath in anticipation, and the air came rushing out of my lungs. Even though I had technically already been inside her, this felt like the first time. The mood, the atmosphere, the moment; all of them came crashing together, and I felt a little shiver run through me. My cock pulsed a little, and Dawn reacted by opening her eyes and biting her lower lip; an almost naughty glint in her eye. Dawn rode me, slowly at first, but building steam as she went. She leaned down, and we hugged as she moved her backside up and down over me. Five minutes became ten, and she neared another orgasm. She lifted herself up, placing her hands on my chest. I lunged upward when she toyed with my nipples, pinching and rolling them with her fingers and thumbs. That lunge set her off, coating my shaft and balls as she came again.

I rolled her over and started hammering her. Dawn squealed as she realized she was going to be taken. My eyes said it. 

I've always been blessed by the fact that after I cum once, I'm able to go pretty long between orgasms. And the second and occasional third times I ejaculate doesn't really show a significant decrease in semen. I usually build up a good supply, and can fire off 6 to 7 heavy shots.

Since I had cum in the car, I knew I had time. So the sexual acrobatics began, as I would hammer Dawn's pussy for a while in one position, and then change things up to add variety and different degrees of sexual heat. 

When I had rolled Dawn over, we ended up in the missionary position. I like the missionary position. It gets a bad rap as being ordinary and sometimes boring. But the truth is it's the best for making love; providing that personal connection that brings two people to one better than any way I can think of. It's just not necessarily the best for pure fucking, and there is a difference.

So, we evolved. From missionary, legs were lifted; first onto elbows, and then onto shoulders. That was followed by moving forward and bending Dawn higher onto her back, increasing the angle of my cock into her cunt, and igniting a series of small climaxes. From there, I moved Dawn's left leg over my head, twisting her torso onto her right side. I remained on my knees, fucking her tightened gash from an odd angle. The way she was moaning gave me the impression that I had found one she hadn't tried before. I stayed there a little longer, before slipping my arm under her and lifting. Her body knew where to go, and we had found ourselves in the doggy position.

Most guys, and for that matter, girls, love this one because it's so primitive. And I fucked Dawn that way. Beginning with her up, almost level with her hands supporting her, I pumped, feeling my balls slap up under her, beating on her clit. A gentle push on her upper back a while later, and Dawn fell to her elbows; which was succeeded by her arms out in front of her body, her face on the bed turned to her right. 

Dawn came again. Her nipples dragging on the silk sheets as I pulled her hips into me. She had her eyes clamped shut; soft grunts escaping past her lips on every powerful entry into her tight pussy. 

Finally, I rolled us both over, landing onto our left sides. Dawn's left leg was straight down in line with mine. I took her right and held it at the knee, bringing it high over us, pulling it back ever so slightly to open her wider. I had my right foot on the bed with my knee bent, trying to provide better leverage to push forward. I saw Dawn draw her right calf backwards, and she pointed her foot again. Her left foot was interlocked with mine, stroking my instep and lower leg. It was an oddly erotic caress, and it made my balls tighten.

My cock grew inside her, a habit it has just before I explode. It builds up pressure; like a hose about to burst.

"I'm going to cum, lover!" I said, warning Dawn. 

They were MY first words since we came into the house. We hadn't talked about it, so I wasn't sure. Dawn knew what I meant, and eased my concerns.

"Cum inside me, babe! We're safe." 

I loved the fact it wasn't her that was safe. It was us. Her phrasing perfectly described it. At that moment, we were together. And while we both knew this was only a brief encounter we would share, WE were sharing it. It was also nice to know from her statement that she was on the pill, and there would be no lasting regret we'd have to deal with later.

I did as Dawn asked, unloading spurt after glorious spurt of hot spunk into her. Dawn let out another squeal, and her body jerked as she joined me with one last orgasm. I could feel her vaginal walls milking my cock. Lowering her leg, I stayed inside her, not wanting that closeness to end.

I put my arm over her, pulling her to me tighter. Our breathing was in unison, heavy at first, but becoming deeper and calmer as the seconds became minutes, and then moments. We drifted off to sleep together, staying in that last climatic position.

~*~*~*~*~*~

"Mmmmmm. You're insatiable, Neil. God, your cock feels so hard again," Dawn said after I had cupped her breast. 

Her right hand had joined mine to guide me to what she wanted. As she helped me pinch her nipple, her left hand reached below and played teasingly with the head of my throbbing cock. I let out a little sigh of relief as I enjoyed her playful fingers go about their work; a sigh that did not go unnoticed.

"Are you okay, lover?" Dawn asked, turning her head slightly to look over her shoulder.

"Yeah. I'm just a little overwhelmed right now. You don't know how long it's been since I've been in this position."

"I'd say it's been since we fell asleep," she said teasing me. 

Dawn knew I meant more than that. But she wasn't going to pry. I shared, because I wanted her to know how special she made me feel at that moment.

"I mean, I've missed waking up like this. I've kind of been obsessing about it lately. Just being with you like this has made me feel whole again. I...I..."

Dawn rescued me from my emotional moment, like a great teammate picking up another who was about to fall short of the mark. "Me too, lover. I love the feel of a man wanting me so much he can't let go. And it's been too long for me too. I'm sure it's not as long as you, but I can sort of relate. God, Neil, I feel so warm and safe in your arms."

Dawn had lifted me up, my heart soaring around the room with the current stirred by the ceiling fan. The fucking was over for now. It was time to make love, and we both knew it.

Dawn lifted her right leg again, letting me grab it just like I had when we came together hours before. She grasped my shaft at the base and pushed it backwards just a little while she adjusted her body. Feeling the head touch her wet snatch, I eased my hips forward and slid effortlessly inside. 

We both felt what the other wanted, and I pulled my body up as she twisted towards me. Dawn was very flexible, and I was easily able to duck my head just a little and bring her right ankle over it, spinning her cunt over my cock like she was impaled on a spit. We found ourselves in a modified missionary position; her left leg straight out pointing toward the corner of the bed, and her right bent at the knee, hooked on by my arm at the elbow. 

I slowly started grinding into her. My cock was as deep as it could go, and I took very short strokes, only about an inch of movement either way as we started our assent towards another euphoric sexual crescendo. As the minutes passed, the strokes got longer, until I was pulling almost all the way out, and then easing my shaft back where it belonged deep inside Dawn. We kissed as I played with her nipples, and her passion intensified. 

I moved up onto my knees to give myself some leverage, and Dawn lifted her left leg up and placed her foot just inside my inner thigh, pushing me into her with her ankle. I pulled back on her right leg, pulling her into me, and then moved my hands up to cradle her face as we kissed. That move allowed Dawn to wrap her legs around my body, her ankles locked together, holding me tight. Her thighs were powerful, and as much as I was pumping into her, Dawn was pulling me in deeper. 

We stayed like that, kissing deeply, staring into each other's eyes. Connecting on another level; one that you can only hope to meet with someone you can call a lover. It wasn't tawdry, or superficial. Yes, we were using each other in some ways, but we were getting so much more out of it than just sex. We were healing each other.

Dawn came. It wasn't earth shattering like the ones I had given her before, but it was perfect for what we were sharing. She groaned and ran her nails down my back; her own spine arching, making her breasts thrust into my face. It was a physical invitation to bite and nibble at the precious nubs at the end of them, and I took it. 

After she came, Dawn took her legs and interlocked them with mine. I stared into her eyes, and she nodded. It was her way to let me know she wanted me to cum. I picked up my pace, and she bucked her hips up into me. We met half way on each stroke, working in harmony together in the most beautiful way. 

I didn't last much longer. Dawn was sucking on my nipples, and her hand trailed down my ass crack, toying with me. She was working on my hidden buttons to perfection, and out of habit, I let her know I was going to cum again. As soon as I said, it I knew what the answer was; last time. But Dawn surprised me.

"Cum on my face, lover!"

That was a first for me. I had had girls swallow, but never this. It wasn't common in the pre-internet era, before everybody and their kids had cell phones. It certainly wasn't common in the rural Midwest. I would say it was a simpler time in the late 80's but it wasn't that innocent. After all, I did have my MTV. But this was a porn film ending. I'd never had a woman request it before. I was stunned Dawn had done that. It also hooked me for life.

Dawn had me pull out, and she scooted down as she motioned me to move up toward her head. She sucked me deep, and took all of me into her mouth and throat. I held myself still and she worked her head back and forth over my shaft, until she felt my body move; felt my shaft thicken.

She pulled her mouth off and stroked me tantalizingly slow. Her eyes never left mine as she looked up at me. Dawn smiled and opened her mouth, extending her tongue. Just that little gesture of wanting to please me had me spurting all over. My sperm landed in several thick streams over her face and hair, and yet she seemed to catch a great deal on her tongue. She let out a soft giggle as I finished, and sucked the head of my cock hoping for more.

Like most guys, the head of my cock gets so sensitive after I cum that it almost hurts. The fact that Dawn refused to stop toying with it with her lips and tongue had my legs shaking so much that I fell onto my back. She rolled over onto her side and continued to clean me, spending a lot of time licking my spent balls. That made me spurt just a little more onto my stomach, and she traced her mouth up my shaft quickly to slurp it up.

I was mesmerized by what she had done. The look on my face must have given that away.

"Did you like that, lover?" Dawn asked, exploring the nuances of the obvious.

"I've never had anyone do that before."

"Well, I've never had anyone eat me like you did tonight. But you didn't answer my question. Did you like it?"

"God, Dawn...yes. You look so incredible right now. I've never seen anything so sexy in my life. I can't believe you just did that. "

Then I brought up something I shouldn't have, but I was lost in the moment. I could have totally killed everything we had built in such a short time. And yet, since we were helping each other get beyond past failures of the heart, it seemed right.

"Your old boyfriend was an idiot!"

Dawn didn't even blink. She smiled. It was like I had opened the door for us to fully mend our souls, and she knew with what I intended to say. 

"For the record, yes, he was. And also for the record, I never did that for him."

"Really?"

"Yes...really."

"So why me?" I asked.

"Like I said, I've never had anyone do what you did to me. That was the most intense orgasm I've ever had. You tongue could be considered a concealed weapon! So, I can honestly say, your ex-wife was an idiot!"

I laughed a little.

"For the record, yes, she was! But I have to ask you, Dawn, what made you do that?"

She blushed. Even in the candlelight I could see it. "Promise you won't think less of me?" I nodded, thinking it was a ludicrous question. "I saw it on a porn tape Jill and Mark have. I watched it one night when they were gone to help me, you know..."

"My God, a gorgeous, sexy woman that plays sports like a pro; is great at sex and likes to watch porn when she masturbates. I've died and gone to heaven!"

Dawn's reaction was more blushing, followed by a sheepish smile.

"Well, when you put it like that."

"So really, Dawn, why me?" I asked again.

"Well, I have to tell you, I wasn't sure I'd ever do it. I mean, I've thought about it a lot since I watched it...like a hundred times. It turns me on to watch it, obviously. But I never thought I'd ever do it. It just seems so, I don't know; wicked, I guess. But when I saw that look in your eyes, and I thought of what you did for me, I knew I wanted to. I think I needed to. I knew then that if I was ever going to do it, it had to be with you."

Wow. My spine tingled as her explanation landed on my ears. I was truly emotional, for different reasons than I had been for what seemed like forever. 

I kissed Dawn, licking my cum away from her mouth and face before we shared it together. 

"See, if you're the kind of guy that would lick his own sperm off a girl's face, why shouldn't I be the kind of girl that would let you put it there in the first place?"

It was tough logic to debate. And I didn't want to. Dawn laid with me with her head on my shoulder, and I pulled the sheets up with my feet to keep us covered. I played with her nipple, tweaking it just a touch.

Dawn said, "Careful, lover, or we're going to have to go again. Why don't we sleep for a while? We've got four games tomorrow."

I had totally forgotten about softball. I really didn't care about softball. I didn't want the moment to end. I don't think Dawn did either, but she kept us grounded, knowing we had more time. We closed our eyes and held each other, our breathing again in unison. If ever I was sure that two people went to bed and were going to have the same dream, this was it. And it wasn't going to be about softball.



Ann: A Love Story Ch. 03



"Careful, lover, or we're going to have to go again. Why don't we sleep for a while? We've got four games tomorrow," Dawn said quietly as I played with her nipple. We'd just finished another wonderful lovemaking session, and yet I couldn't seem to get enough of her.

She was right. We did have a long day ahead the next day. Some of it might even involve the softball tournament. I drifted off, dreaming of about her and I, making spectacular double plays, on the field, and in the bedroom. 

~*~*~*~*~*~

The candles had gone out during the night, and yet it was light in Dawn's bedroom. I suppose I could make some tired joke about 'waking up at the crack of Dawn', but she was still resting her head on my shoulder. I'd like to say it was a tender moment, but it actually hurt. Hours of her head resting on the same spot had to take a toll. I was glad it wasn't my throwing shoulder.

Softball. Softball was the first real thought that entered my mind as I moved. Dawn felt me, and quickly jumped. I must have scared her.

"It's okay lover. It's just me," I said, trying to calm her. I was sure it had been a while since she'd woken up in bed with someone. Not as long as me, but it had to startle her.

"Are we late?" she asked.

"I don't know. What time are we playing?" 

"10:00!"

I looked at the clock on her nightstand.

"No...it's only seven-thirty. We have time."

"No! We were supposed to have breakfast as a team this morning!"

"I'd rather eat you instead," I said, being mischievous. 

"I promise we'll get to that later, babe. We won't make breakfast with them, but we need to eat something a little more nourishing than each other. I can't live on just swallowing your cum."

We got out of bed, and took another shower together. It was totally non-erotic, but our eyes and our minds betrayed us a little. Stealing little glimpses of the other; washing each other's backs, rubbing innocently against each other in the tiny space. For being non-erotic, it was amazing how it had the opposite effect. 

As we stepped out of the shower, we toweled ourselves off. This time it wasn't because we were in the midst of the delicate throes of foreplay. It was out of necessity. If I had touched Dawn, we would have never left the house. I could see the fire in those steely eyes of hers, and that told me she felt the same way.

We walked out of the bathroom and went to get dressed. We noticed our clothes, folded neatly and stacked just outside the bedroom door. We never saw them as we passed the first time. Dawn laughed as she picked up the note on top. It was from Jill.

"Mark and Jill went to the breakfast. They figured we'd be running late. Jill's note says she hopes we don't skip the rest of the tournament. She says she'll understand, but Mark won't. She also says she thought that the clothes on the lawn were just a joke, until they saw the puddle on the porch. Mark confirmed it was what he thought it was."

I laughed out loud and picked up my stuff. Instead of getting dressed right away, I went into the kitchen and made us breakfast, still naked. Sure, it's not something the health department would approve of. But Dawn did. She stayed naked with me until we finished eating.

"Let me get this straight; a handsome guy with a huge cock who willingly eats out a woman like it's the most important thing in the world to him; and makes her cum like the Amazon is running between her thighs; and he's also an amazing athlete and he can cook too! I must have died and gone to heaven."

I smiled as I cleaned up the kitchen. 

We got dressed and packed everything we'd need for a long day at the fields. I really didn't know what to expect, other than more softball. That only made it more exciting. As long as I was with Dawn, I knew I was going to have fun.

The drive to the fields was uneventful. Dawn had her game face on, and she was ready to play. I could see she had a competitive drive as big as mine, and I decided to join her. If we had to play instead of fuck each other senseless, then we were going to go out to win the damn thing.

We walked from the parking lot with our sports bags on our outside shoulders. Between us, we held hands. Mark and Jill saw us approach, and Jill put her hand over her mouth. Mark gave me a 'way to go, big guy' smirk, but didn't say anything. I think he knew where both Dawn and I were in our lives, and with each other. It was what it was, and he seemed happy for us. 

Putting that aside, he seemed a little agitated, or perhaps nervous. I wasn't sure why. As we got to the dugout, Dawn froze in her tracks.

"Fuck!" she said quietly, but loud enough for me to hear.

My first reaction was she must have seen her old boyfriend. Depending on the point of view, it might have been worse.

Standing to the side was an older gentleman warming up. He wore the same uniform we were wearing; the white jersey version for the days games. Mark was avoiding looking at him, and that had to have something to do with his demeanor.

"Are you okay?" I asked Dawn.

"That's Earl's dad," she said, pointing at our new silver haired 'teammate'.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Earl was the bozo of a softball player that Dawn basically forced off the team. His dad was Harry, who was the 'S' in S-T Incorporated, the company Mark worked for. Harry was a VP, and Mark's boss. I swallowed hard, more for Mark than for myself. This was going to be very interesting. 

I stayed near Dawn, if for no other reason than she was visibly nervous, and I cared about her. We warmed up together, whipping the ball back and forth, trying to out throw each other. Just the physical nature of it got her juices flowing, and that brought a smile to my face.

As we neared game time, the teams that were already playing on the field had to finish up. It meant we had to wait on the sidelines for a moment. Jill came up to us and smiled. 

"I hear you two are having a good time."

"What makes you say that?" Dawn asked, being coy.

"We heard you two having a good time!"

Dawn didn't blush this time. She was proud.

"We'll try to keep it down tonight."

Dawn's comeback surprised me, just a little. Jill's surprised me a lot.

"Please don't. Mark really fucked the shit out of me last night. He got so horny from hearing you two we did it twice in an hour. That's a new record!"

I smiled and said, "We're happy to help. Maybe we can inspire you to set a new one tonight."

The fact that Dawn and I were so open about what we were going to do later was a huge step for me. I had never really been like that. I suppose being out of town helped me be more bold, but I liked the feeling it gave me. I actually felt sexy being with Dawn, and that was a big boost to my confidence.

The mood broke when Jill saw Harry walk over toward Mark.

"What's he doing here?" Dawn asked.

"Well, it IS his company, and this is an industry tournament. All the top guys from all the local companies play part of one game. I think it's some kind of macho thing. Harry is going to pitch the first game today. So we'll have an extra player for the first game. Someone's going to have to sit it out."

I figured that would be me, since I was the guest player and it had to be a guy that sat out because of the tournament rule of an equal number of guys and girls playing the field. I'd still get to bat, but I was already bummed about not playing up the middle with Dawn.

Jill must have sensed what I was thinking. 

"Don't worry Neil. Mark said he was going to sit out the first game."

"Nah...I understand. I'm the new guy," I said, trying to hide my disappointment.

"No. Really, he knows you're a better shortstop. And we need you."

Mark took the time to introduce me to Harry before we started. I had not had the chance to meet him the day before. He stuck out the big slab of meat he called a hand, and slapped it into mine. He was one of those old school guys that tried to intimidate with a crushing handshake. It didn't work. I had a father just like him. Same business, same title in the company I worked for. I beat him to the punch and out squeezed him. When we broke the shake, he rubbed his palm like it was sore.

Harry seemed pleased I didn't back down from him, and that got me through the beginning of the game. But the tension during the game between Mark and Harry, and Harry and Dawn, ran thick during the first couple of innings. 

True to his word, Mark sat on the bench and let Harry pitch. And Dawn and I shined up the middle all game long. Harry was not the greatest pitcher I've seen in softball, but he was ridiculously predictable. He pitched inside on every batter he faced, and they all pulled him. After the first inning, Dawn and I sat on the bench and talked. We were holding hands; she massaged mine after I took a hard shot bare-handing a ball on a bad hop and throwing it to her for a force at second.

"They've all pulled the ball," she said, almost like she was talking to herself. 

"He's pitching inside. Every time," confirming what we had seen.

Dawn nodded. "If he does that on the next batter, we just need to play the pull, and we'll cover each other up the middle in case they swing a little late."

I'd never played with a guy that got the game that well. We were up by 12 going into the top of the fourth. The tournament was set up to get through games quickly. Batters started with a 1-1 count, and second fouls on third strikes counted as an out. And for the mercy rule, it went into effect if you were up 12 after four innings, or up 10 after five.

We went onto the field to start the fourth knowing we needed to hold them to win early. In a tournament, ending games early was huge so you don't waste energy you'll need in a later game.

Dawn made a great play up the middle on the first batter, and after Harry walked the next, she and I turned a cool double play to end the game. I dove to make a stop, flipped the ball to her from my knees; and she caught it barehanded as she crossed the bag and threw side-armed to nip the runner at first. She had kept running toward me after she threw.

She knelt next to me, and leaned down. We kissed right there, just to the third base side of second. Then she got up and helped me up, and we walked off the field holding our arms around each other's waists.

The first person to meet us as we walked off the field was Mark, who high fived us both. The second was Harry. He was ecstatic. 

"I've never pitched a shutout before!" he said loudly.

We were surprised by his enthusiasm. He had almost shouted it. He looked at us and winked.

"Sorry. I used to work for the guy who owns that company. That's the first time I've beaten him, thanks to you two."

We nodded, but I could sense Dawn's nervousness again. I let go of her ribs and took her hand, letting her know I was right there for her. I suppose it was my way of protecting her, as small as it seemed at the time. But it seemed to affect her positively.

Harry saw what we had done, and he smiled.

"Dawn, you've never looked happier."

He gestured back and forth between the two of us, smiling.

"I don't know what this is between you, but it suits you, both of you. You deserve it Dawn. And Neil; thanks for playing with us. You were amazing. And thanks for all you and your company are doing to help us. Mark has nothing but great things to say about you and your customer service. We appreciate it."

Harry turned to Mark. I was concerned, but I felt Dawn squeeze my hand, and I could tell from her touch that she knew something. 

"Mark. You've got guts. It took a big man to make the decision you did, taking a stand with Earl like you did. But it was the right decision. Neil proved that. You went with the best player, and didn't let who Earl was related to change your mind. If Earl was half the player he thinks he is, or half the man for that matter, he might amount to something. You also showed me something by taking yourself off the field. That's leadership, my boy. It takes a lot to swallow your pride and let a washed up old jock like me take your spotlight."

Harry stuck out the ham steak attached to his wrist. Mark shook it, stunned.

"Come see me in my office on Monday, Mark. I think it's time I listened to your proposal for growing your department." Harry walked away, and I could hear him whistling the Michigan fight song, "Hail to the Victors" as he went.

Mark had a look on his face that was questioning what just happened. Jill hugged him, jumping up and down. It appeared that Mark had just won more than a ballgame. He had won Harry's respect.

I looked at Dawn, and she had a sheepish smile on her face. I knew there was an answer coming to a question that I was going through my mind. I didn't have to ask. 

"Neil, I should have told you. Earl was 'the boyfriend'."

I knew it the moment Harry said she'd never looked happier. 

I gave her an understanding smile.

"It's okay Dawn. But I have to tell you, you shouldn't have dumped him for being a lousy fuck...you should have dumped him for being a lousy ball player!"

Dawn punched me in the arm, and then she pulled me along. 

"Come on. We've got a couple of hours before our next game. Let's go for a walk to cool down."

~*~*~*~*~*~

It ended up as more of a walk to heat up. Dawn and I walked together to the east end of the complex, far away from the parking lot. There was a path that takes you across a footbridge that crosses the Huron River, which meanders through Ann Arbor, and sort of winds around the fields like a horseshoe. Near that footbridge, there was another bridge, for the Railroad track that runs through the center of the city.

We went off that beaten path, and went down the bank towards the water. Walking along the edge of the river, we passed underneath the Railroad Bridge, into a grassy clearing on the other side. Dawn stood there looking over the river as it flowed past us. It was a beautiful setting. We could not have been more alone, in the middle of a city of 100,000 people.

"This is my secret place," Dawn said, turning back to face me.

"At least I like to think it's just mine. I found this when one day when I got upset with how I played a game. I stormed off, pissed at Earl, and pissed at the world. He had gotten me so upset it effected how I played, and that made me mad. I just had to get away, and I started walking, wanting to get away from everything. I don't even know how I got here. I stayed for hours, just looking. I was trying to find me again. It's so beautiful here, isn't it?"

"Yes. It's really breathtaking."

We were silent for a little bit, listening to the water rush by and the leaves rustle through the trees.

Finally, Dawn must have grown restless.

"Aren't you going to ask me?"

"Ask you what?" I asked.

"Why I was pissed at Earl." 

"I just assumed he booted a play at short."

"No...really. Don't you want to know?"

"If you want me to know, sure."

"It was because he was selfish in bed."

I was sad for her, and I really didn't know what to say.

"We had fucked that morning, and for like the eighth time in a row, he came in about 5 minutes, and I got nothing. He was up and gone, and that was it. I was so pent up sexually I couldn't even play ball. The more I thought about needing an orgasm, the more I obsessed about that, and I couldn't focus on anything."

I started to go down the path of comparing what I went through, and how her plight wasn't that bad. The old 'bad sex is better than no sex' argument. But I had a quick splash of common sense hit me, and realized that was stupid to even think that way. It wasn't a contest. She was sharing her pain. I just need to listen.

"Why did she do it?" Dawn asked.

"Who?"

Dawn looked at me. Her eyes met mine, and drew me in. She wanted to share my pain. Any other time, with any other person, I would have crawled into my shell like the turtle we saw sunning on a rock on the far bank. But I realized she wasn't being nosy. She wanted us both to heal, and this was what we both needed. It had to be more than just sex to make that happen.

"It was because she was selfish in life," I answered, staring at the water.

Dawn smiled at my phrasing. But I knew I had to be more forthcoming than that. I sat down on the on the soft grass by the riverbank, staring at the reflection the sun made off the surface. Dawn sat next to me and curled her arm around mine, resting her head on my shoulder.

"They say that it takes two to make a marriage, and it takes two to break it up. And for a long time I believed that; I took ownership for a lot of things that I never should have. I have a friend, Matt, who kind of smacked me around this summer and made me realize that."

Matt was a good friend. Actually, he was a kid, at 20 years old. He worked summers at the plant, and he basically pulled me out of my self-imposed hibernation. He got me active again, and keeping busy kept me sane. We had had a great summer to that point, and I was amazed at how someone so much younger could be so mature when it came to the crap I was dealing with.

"So, to answer your question, she WAS selfish. That's the only explanation for someone that cheats in a relationship, when the other person really was innocent. She's not a nympho, and she certainly wasn't sex starved those first few years. She craved the attention of guys, and she apparently doesn't understand the meaning of the word 'No'."

Dawn listened. She felt the angst in my voice, and she rubbed my arm gently to let me know she was there for me.

"She confessed the first time. I knew something wasn't right, but I wasn't smart enough to figure it out. I forgave her, and thought we had worked things out. She made up some shit that she wanted me to fix, turning it more into me than her. Seven months later, when we had slipped back into some familiar patterns in bed, I knew. Between the two, I liked the confession better. Catching them was not the movie moment I thought it was going to be."

"Same guy?" Dawn asked.

"No. Different. I felt bad, because I had another guy she worked with pegged as the prick. It turned out to be a different one of her co-workers, but he was a guy I thought was a friend. The fucker even invited me to play basketball with him and some of his buddies a week before I found out. I wondered for a long time if they all knew he was banging my wife."

Dawn put her arm around me, and hugged me at my waist. I felt safer. It was weird, but baring your soul exposes you, and that little gesture made me feel secure. I hadn't felt that way for a long time.

"Earl never really got me; never understood who I am. And he never tried," Dawn said, relieving me of having to continue.

"He just thought I was hot, and he thought that made him look good. But his ego was such a problem. The fact is he could never handle the fact that I'm a better ball player than he is. And it's not even close."

I nodded, because she was right.

"I made the mistake one night of telling him that I needed to cum because it relaxed me and made me play better. I can't prove it, because he never was a stud, but I think he was fucking me just enough to get me worked up, and then he'd cum and leave me suffering. I think he did it to make me play crappy, which made him look better. Why can't a girl be a better ball player than her boyfriend? Where the fuck is that rule written?"

Dawn went silent, and I guess that was her way of saying it was my turn. When I didn't say anything right away, she asked another question.

"What did you do when you found them?"

I laughed a little.

"I kicked his ass. Well, actually, I kicked his tiny little prick and nuts: several times. I'm not so sure that didn't hurt me more, though. If you're going to fuck around, wouldn't you think you'd at least upgrade?" 

Dawn snorted. 




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 03



"By the way, you're a better player than I am, and I don't care."

She smiled and said, "And there is no upgrade over you, baby."

"I also called his wife."

Dawn drew back a little. 

"Yeah. Probably wasn't my best moment. I should have been more sympathetic. After all, she and I had the same problem. But I hurt, and I wanted him to feel the same pain, which was impossible. I hurt her instead."

"He hurt her. You didn't."

"Yeah, that's what Matt said. But I still feel guilty about it."

"That's because you're a good person, Neil."

There was more silence. I wondered if we were done, but Dawn took the conversation a different direction.

"That first day I came here, I felt so alone. I mean, I was alone. And I wanted to be alone. But I was...alone, you know. I wasn't sure what I was going to do, about Earl; about the two of us. I lay back in the grass and I looked at the sky. It was a gray day, but it was still so wonderful here."

I felt Dawn shudder a little. Whatever was on her mind now was having an effect on her.

"I was horny; really horny. It had been what seemed like forever since I had an orgasm. And what's worse, I had actually been fucked a ton of times. So it was like torture. But I the beauty of the place, I felt peaceful. I suppose it would be comical to say I was one with nature, but it kind of was like that. So I took off my stuff."

I got a little smirk on my face. 

"I know. But it helped. I lay back down, and I just let nature have me. I started playing with myself, my eyes closed, feeling the air run over my body. I had never been naked outside before, and it was exhilarating. The next thing I know, I'm really going at it. I can feel it building, and yet I was having a hard time getting myself there."

Dawn's hand had slipped off my arm, and was now in her crotch. I think she did it subconsciously, because she wasn't rubbing herself. But her breathing suggested she wanted to.

"I was on the brink, and I felt this rumble. It was stirring up all around me, and I didn't know what it was. But my ass started vibrating, and I got excited. All of a sudden, I touched my clit. And as God is my witness, I came...just as the Amtrak flew by above me on the tracks. I couldn't remember ever having cum that hard. I was screaming as loud as I could, but no one could hear it because of the roar of the train."

I smiled as I thought about Dawn, fingering herself in her secret hideaway. It was, well, sweet. She looked at me, waiting for me to share.

"I've got nothing to top that babe." 

She smiled, but she also pouted.

"If you want me to tell you about me jacking off to my parents again, then maybe I have something for you."

Dawn hit my arm as I chuckled.

"Okay, okay. I'm not going to go into all the details of the relationship. But I will tell you something about Tina."

"Who's Tina?"

"She cuts my hair, remember?"

"Yes. This sounds interesting," she said in a sexy voice.

"Stop it!"

"Sorry, Neil. Please, tell me."

"A couple of months ago, once Matt got home from school, we were hanging out. We had played some basketball, and we were talking about women. He was on a mission to get me laid."

"Nice guy."

"Yeah. Anyway, he suggested I start thinking sexy. I know that sounds stupid. But he said he learned in one of his classes in school that something like 70 percent of people who think about how they project themselves to others have positive results in achieving their goals. And apparently, one of the study groups was people who tried to project a better sexual attitude. So, he said if I wanted sex, I needed to think sexy."

Dawn snickered, but I wagged my finger at her.

"I'm sorry. But you know that sounds like totally made up bullshit, don't you?"

"Why would he make that up?"

"I don't know; to give a friend some confidence, maybe?"

I was a little stunned by that. I started thinking about it, and Dawn regretted saying anything.

"Neil, don't worry about it if it worked. What did you do?"

"I listened to Matt. He said I should go commando, because it makes you feel freer, and so it makes you feel sexier. So I did, and it kind of worked. It just felt different, and that put me in a better mood I guess. I went home and took a shower because I had a hair appointment. And I went commando. But I went in a pair of gym shorts."

"Oooh, this is getting good," Dawn said.

"Hey, I didn't comment on your little story."

"Well, I'm not done with mine, so you'll have your chance."

My eyebrow cocked automatically; an expressive question mark. Her answer was a wicked grin.

"Tina is a cute little blond. Not stunning, not pretty; not gorgeous like you. She's cute. Pixie cute. She's not that tall, maybe 5' 2", so I suppose that adds to the cuteness factor. But she does have a killer ass, and I'm an ass man."

Dawn pouted a little and said, "I thought you loved my tits?"

"I do. But it was watching you bend over when I was playing the outfield that had me thinking dirty thoughts, lover."

I hadn't called Dawn lover in a while, and that softened her edge just a little. She loved to be called that. So did I.

"Since Tina's short it brings her down close to the chair, even more so when she raises it just a little. I had only had my hair done there a couple of times. I used to use my ex-wife's cousin, but I stopped going there for obvious reasons. I had gone a couple of other places after that, but I hadn't really found one I liked until someone recommended Tina. And I liked the fact that she would take late appointments. It made it easier for me."

Now it was time for my deep breath. I didn't move my hand to my crotch like Dawn did, but she moved her hand back to my arm, and that was better. A woman's touch anywhere beat my own. 

"Tina has this habit of breathing on your neck because she's so close to it. Between that, and the way she runs her fingers through my hair; it's a lot like foreplay. Especially for a guy that can't get laid. And without the restriction of some type of underwear, combined with the error in judgment of wearing the loosest pair of shorts I own? Well, I think it's safe to say that when Matt said I'd feel freer, he wasn't kidding."

"What happened?" Dawn asked, licking her lips.

"Pretty much what you must think happened. When I sat down, the shorts rode up my thighs a little bit. I was okay through the shampooing, but it was a struggle. And I was okay during the cutting. It wasn't until she put it some gel in my hair and started massaging my scalp and playing with my hair that it happened."

"How bad was it?" she asked, her face kind of cringing.

I laughed. 

"I suppose that would depend on your definition of bad. Like I said, my shorts had ridden up. My cock was pointed down my leg, and when Tina started there was nothing to stop it. All of a sudden, she looked over my shoulder and I had a tent pole in my lap, lifting up the smock she had thrown over me."

"And?"

"And she noticed. And I turned red and started apologizing. I didn't want to come off as some pervert, so I freaked and basically confessed that Matt had told me to try. Tina knew what I was going through, and she kind of surprised me. She said that I had no reason to worry about trying to feel sexy because I was, and she said everyone in town knew my ex had fucked up by screwing around on me. They were kind words, and they helped I suppose. But I'm not sure I believed her."

"Well, you should. She's right, you know."

Dawn moved her hand to my leg, leaving it still, but making sure I knew it was there by tapping her fingers gently over my skin on the inside of my thigh.

"I thought that would be it. But Tina asked why I had decided to try Matt's idea with her. I didn't know what to say at first. I mean, I couldn't say that it was just that it was the first time I went out after he suggested it. So, I told her about how it kind of turns me on when she cuts my hair the way she does. She asked that that meant, and I told her. I mean, it was true...it did turn me on. But it was just a coincidence that I was going there that night."

"Or fate."

"What?

"Do you think it's a coincidence that you and I are together? I'd like to think fate brought us together, to help each other get past what's been holding us back so we can move forward."

"So you think it was fate that I went to Tina's like that?"

"Or coincidence. But don't you think fate's the better point of view?"

I started finish my story, but Dawn stopped me. I think she wanted me to think about what she just said.

Dawn got up and walked over next to the base of the concrete support of the bridge. She moved some strategically placed scrub brush to the side to reveal a large Rubbermaid bin. It was almost the same color as the bridge, and no one would have ever noticed it if they hadn't been looking for it.

She opened the lid and pulled out a blanket, and she brought it over next to me and put it out on the grass. It wasn't until she started to place it on the ground that I noticed the shape of the blanket on the grass, framing where it had been placed many times before. 

"This really is your special place, isn't it?"

"I started coming here because I cut Earl off. I decided before I broke up with him, I'd do what he did to me first. So, I quit fucking him. I'd come here whenever I needed to take the edge off. At first, I was trying to time my visit to make sure the train went by. I actually have an Amtrak schedule in that bin. How sick is that?" 

"I wouldn't say sick. Interesting, maybe, but not sick."

"Well, I stopped coming here after I broke up with him. I swore I would never come back here again until I found someone I wanted to share it with. And I was never going to get myself off here. I'd do it elsewhere, but not here."

"Why?"

"I guess it's the princess dream," she said, all serious as she sat down on the blanket and held her hand out to me.

"What exactly is that?" I asked as I joined her on the blanket.

"A girl wants her knight in shining armor to save her. In my case, I was tired of being here alone. I came here the first time because I needed to be alone. But what good is a spot this beautiful without someone to share it with. It started as an escape from Earl so I could get myself off. Once I broke up with him, I felt if I came back here, it would be like I had never gotten over it. So, I made that promise to myself."

"I'm honored, Dawn. I don't know what to say."

"Make love to me, Neil. I want this to be our spot; I want this to be a good memory. It's so beautiful here, but I kind of feel like I tainted it. I want that stain to go away."

Dawn's voice was trembling as she spoke. She was pleading with me, as if it would ever occur to me to actually say no to her request. But I got it. And that made me smile inside. I got what Earl didn't get; would never get in a million years. I got Dawn, emotionally. 

I took my hand and brushed aside the dark strands of hair shrouding her face; sliding it to the nape of her neck, I pulled her to me. My lips lightly touching hers, I held her still, feeling her body tremble just as her voice had. 

"Dawn, the great thing about having a lover is you never have to beg them to make love to you. I can't think of any place on earth I'd rather be than with you right here, right now."

Then I curled her body downward and lay her on the blanket. Dawn sighed as she smiled up at me, her trembling now from excitement. 

I suppose there are literally thousands and thousands of people that dream of making love in a rolling meadow overlooking a babbling brook in the countryside. A grassy hillside overlooking a flowing river in the center of a small Midwestern city was probably as close as either Dawn or I were ever going to get. 

I also suppose that a more perfect scenario would have had us in something other that softball uniforms. Dawn would have been spectacular in a flowing sundress. I could have been dressed in a white dress shirt and slacks. But once out of our clothes, the lack of more ornate packaging didn't matter at all. Neither did that image of a meadow in the countryside.

That's the thing about dreams. They're just that, dreams. And in that moment, it didn't matter that what Dawn or I might have dreamt were slightly altered from the reality we were sharing. You can't get caught up in the fact that a movie didn't entirely follow every single minute detail in the book it was based upon; just shut up and watch!

I'd love to say we spent hours making love in what really was one of the most romantic settings I could have ever imagined. But we had three more games to play, and we had already burned a half hour just getting to the point where we were naked. 

Dawn and I spent almost an hour together in 'our spot'. And while the exact clothing and the exact location may not have been what we dreamt, the sex was so much better. Dawn gave me everything a man could hope for, and I tried to do the same for her. We were very careful not to fuck. It truly was lovemaking. 

Dawn came several times. They were rolling orgasms that crashed into each other like waves. If she felt the need to scream out, she'd either kiss me hard, or bite into my shoulder. I had rolled us onto our sides; our lower legs intertwined. Dawns left leg was over mine, cupping my knee with her ankle. Her left hand was playing with my nipples; her right stroked my side and ass. I was concentrating on trying to get Dawn off one more time. 

I was taking long strokes, my hips working overtime. We were sweating, but not profusely. It was like a light workout. I thought of Dawn's expression of taking a cool down walk. That's what it felt like, only we weren't walking. 

Dawn's breathing increased again, and she leaned in close to me, nibbling on my ear. She was breathless as she pleaded with me.

"You're going to make me cum again, lover. Make me cum so I can suck your big cock. I want your cum in my mouth. Make me cum, lover!"

I increase my pace just a little, and that's really all it took. Dawn licked my neck before she carefully bit down on my shoulder again. She grabbed on as she shook, and this one was much bigger than the rest. Pulling her mouth off, she couldn't help it, and she screamed out. I didn't care; it seemed perfect, and it brought me to the edge.

Dawn moved swiftly, rolling me onto my back and humping up and down on my shaft to make my cum rise from my balls. It was the closest thing to a full fledged fuck as we had done to that point of time on the riverbank. 

"Tell me when you're ready, lover," Dawn said as she smiled down over me.

I reached up to play with her magnificent breasts. Seeing her there, in that setting, was too much.

"I'm going to cum, baby!"

Dawn jumped off and scooted between my legs. Grabbing my soaked shaft and stuffed it into her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down, massaging my balls with her soft hands. I tried to control myself; to make our time last even one second more. But Dawn was such a great cocksucker, I couldn't.

My hips thrust up, and I started pumping, my cock going off like a rapid fire cannon. Dawn's eyes popped a little, and her cheeks bulged out, catching and storing my load until her throat could manage the flow. My hands found her hair, and I massaged her scalp as she lovingly took my seed and swallowed it.

Dawn licked and nibbled at my shaft, cleaning it as it softened. 

"Remind me later to suck you hard. I want to feel this wonderful cock come to life in my mouth."

My cock twitched as she said that, and I let out a little laugh.

"That's going to be difficult, since you have a habit of making me hard just by being you." 

"You're sweet, Neil."

"You are too, lover. I'd love to taste you again...but I think we need to get going. Mark must be freaking out by now."

Dawn looked at her watch, thrown into a pile with all of our cloths.

"We still have 30 minutes."

"Well, we still should be getting back, don't you think?"

I got up and held out my hand. Dawn reluctantly grabbed mine and let me pull her off the blanket. We got dressed much as we had toweled off the night before in the bathroom; in silence, staring at each other. It was seductive actually putting our clothes on. I had to hurry and get my cup in place before she got me hard again.

As we got ready to leave, Dawn kissed me one last time on that blanket, and turned to look at the water. She took her time, like she was trying to memorize every detail. 

Finally, she took a deep breath and took my hand.

"I'm ready Neil. Let's go."

"Do you want me to put away the blanket, or bring it with us?

"Leave it for the next girl that needs to find this place. This is the last time I'm ever going to come here."

"Really? Why?"

"I don't need to anymore. I'm past this. You helped me past it. I hope I helped you too." 

I smiled and said, "No. I'm going to have to fuck you a few more times to get past what I've been through; if that's okay with you."

"Fine by me, lover!"

We headed to the edge of the river, and she looked back one more time before we started under the bridge.

"Sure you don't want me to get that blanket?" I asked.

"Yeah. She can have the vibrator in the bin too."

It was my turn to playfully punch her in the arm.

We emerged from 'our spot' from what seemed like a portal to another dimension, and found ourselves back in the world. It felt strange. Dawn must have felt something too, squeezing my hand as if to tell me everything was alright. Eyeing the sports complex, she grinned and looked at me. 

"Let's go get this next game over with so we can have some more fun together."



Ann: A Love Story Ch. 04



Basking in the afterglow of our encounter on the river bank, Dawn and I strolled back to the softball diamonds. We slowly approached our teammates, who were already warming up for the next game. Jill spotted us first, frantically waving us over like a base coach sending a running home as we made our way to the diamond our game would be on. 

"Man, you too really have Mark going nuts. He's been freaking out. It's almost game time."

I shrugged my shoulders, too happy about what just happened and how I was feeling about myself to really care about a softball game. I mean, I would never deliberately let Mark down, but getting my life back on track was a little bigger in my eyes.

"Sorry, we kind of lost track of time," Dawn said, grabbing her glove out of her bag.

"Well, I'll go tell Mark you're here. You two better warm up."

"I don't think Dawn can get any warmer than she was a couple of minutes ago. In fact, she was pretty fucking hot!"

"You were pretty hot too, lover!"

Jill covered her mouth again, but the sparkle in her eyes struck us both. 

Mark must have saw us, because he came running back from the utility building, where he had been making calls to see if he could drum up players in case we had ditched him. He started to get on us, like any good coach or manager would. But Dawn scolded him.

"Mark, you know very well that Neil and I would never do that to you. But I don't think it's any secret that this is turning into a special weekend for the two of us; and it's not just about softball. So cut us some fucking slack, will ya! We'll be here for every game, on time. But in between, we want to be left alone. Okay?"

"Fine, Dawn. I'm sorry if you think I overreacted. I just wish you would have had the courtesy of give me that little speech before you left. What would you do if you were in my shoes!"

Dawn felt bad and said, "You're right, Mark. I'm sorry too. But now you know. We wont' be late, and we'll try to be here a little earlier next time."

~*~*~*~*~*~

The game was over before it started, really. Mark was pitching great, and he had a great defense behind him. Anyone that knows the game will tell you that pitching and defense usually wins. Dawn and I had really gelled on the field and off. It was amazing that I would always know where she was on the field, even when I wasn't looking at her. 

During the game, I had a ball hit in a spot where I had to make a blind play. A shot in the hole to short made me backhand the ball. I spun and threw knowing Dawn would be there at second, stretching for my throw like a first baseman. 

Then there was the play where I didn't expect her to be there, and she was. It was amazing. There was a soft little blooper hit right behind the bag at second, and a runner was at third with one out. I was going to catch it, but I was running away from the bag, so there was no way I was going to be able to stop to make a throw. As I was looking up to make the catch over my shoulder, I heard Dawn.

"I'm to your right, lover!" 

That second, I knew what Dawn wanted me to do. Even though I was looking in the air to catch the ball, I could tell from the direction of her voice where Dawn was and which was she was heading. She must have run straight back when the ball was hit, anticipating that I would make the catch. She judged where she needed to be in relation to me, so she was running a pattern so that we would intersect going in opposite directions. I caught the ball and blindly flipped it to my right as I ran toward the outfield. I turned to see Dawn catch my lateral barehanded and fire it home. 

Jill caught the ball on the fly and tagged the runner trying to tag up. He was out by 5 steps. 

"Nice catch," Dawn said as she slapped my ass.

I was tempted to fondle something of my own, but I just said, "Nice throw, lover. That was unbelievable."

"Isn't it great to be able to trust your partner!" she said. Those words could have been meant off the field as well as on it. But she was right. It was great to be able to trust someone again.

We sat on the bench after that play, silently lost in our own thoughts. She was practically sitting on top of me.

"We score 2 runs, and this one is over," she said, stating it like it was a challenge, and alluding to another mercy rule win. 

"What are you saying?" I asked, even though I knew the answer.

"The sooner we end the game, the more time for us lover."

Mark had switched the lineup for this game, moving me up to bat third behind Dawn, and she was going to be up second in the inning. The leadoff guy made an out, but Dawn hit her first pitch for a double. When I came up to bat, I was floored by what happened next. It was no secret to most of our team by then that Dawn and I were becoming an item, for the lack of a better way to put it. But we weren't necessarily broadcasting it. That was, until Dawn yelled at the top of her lungs.

"Hey lover! Hit a home run and I'll give you a big surprise at home plate!"

I've never been a power hitter. I hit hard line drives. So, if I've hit home runs in softball, it's been hitting a gap and being able to fly around the bases. But I can hit to all fields, and the fields we were playing at had no fences. I had been pulling the ball all during the tournament, because I do have more power that way. 

Walking up to the plate, I looked at the outfield. The right fielder was a girl who was pretty good, but she wasnt' very fast and she was cheating in. I waited for a pitch outside and ripped it to right. It hit fair just inside the line and rolled forever. 

Dawn squealed as she saw the ball land past the outfielder, knowing there was no way they were going to get me out before I reached home. She took off, and I raced around trying to catch her, knowing I couldn't. As I rounded third base to head home, Dawn was standing just behind the plate, having already crossed it. She had her hands up in the air; the traditional signal that I didn't have to slide in order to be safe. She also had her sports bra and jersey pulled up over her tits, flashing me and everybody else on the field. 

I ran as hard as I could to reach her, and as I crossed the plate, I reached down and picked Dawn up. She squealed again like a little girl as I buried my head between those big mammaries and went 'brrrbbbbb', shaking my head and slobbering all over them. 

I put her down, and her eyes were blazing, turning a new shade between gray and blue that I'd never seen before. She pulled her jersey down, leaving her bra up over them. Grabbing my hand, she squealed again. "Come on, we only have an hour before our next game!"

"Ninety minutes, lover. Remember, we ended ours early."

"Oh shit, let's go then!"

We grabbed our stuff and we ran to the car, Dawn's big tits bouncing all the way.

I handed the keys to Dawn.

"Your turn to drive."

"Why?"

"Because I can't shift and finger your pussy at the same time."

Dawn's eyes got wide, and she practically raced out of the parking lot. I wasn't sure where we were going, but she did. I played with her mound through her shorts. With the sliding shorts, and the thick fabric of the softball shorts, nothing I did really had an impact physically. But psychologically, Dawn was being stimulated. I moved my hand slowly, and put pressure where I knew it would at least have some sort of positive effect.

"Where are we going?' I asked.

"To get something to eat. We've got two more games, and we exerted a lot of energy between games. I want to be strong for tonight, and I want you to be too."

"Tonight? What time is our last game?"

Dawn gave me that wicked smile.

"After our last softball game, lover."

Dawn took me to a little out of the way delicatessen just off of downtown, where we had a very nice late lunch together. I paid for us, much to her chagrin. 

"I know we're equals in this relationship, lover, but the guy pays!" She patted my hand, letting me be chivalrous for the moment.

We went back to the car, and I opened the trunk and pulled out a sheet I kept back there for emergencies. I took it out, and handed Dawn the keys again.

"What's that for?" she asked. 

"To cover you up when you take your shorts off."

"What? Why?"

"Because I promised I was going to finger fuck you, and I can't as long as you're wearing your chastity shorts."

"Neil, you don't have to. We need to get back."

"I do need to."

"Why?" 

"Because I promised you I would, and where I come from, that means something."

Dawn smiled, and climbed into the driver's seat. I put the sheet over her lap, and she giggled nervously as she removed the lower half of her uniform. I inserted one finger into her very wet slit as she inserted the key into the ignition. I started her up in time with the car, and we were on our way.

I kept her on edge all the way back to the sports complex. I didn't want her to wreck, so I made sure she could concentrate. But that didn't stop her from moaning. 

"God this thing handles well," she said, talking about the car as she tried to find something to take her mind away from what I was doing to her pussy.

I rubbed my thumb over her throbbing clit lightly, just to let her know I was in the vicinity. Dawn moaned the second I brushed her sensitive nub.

"She sure does!" I said as I winked at her.

Dawn pulled into the parking lot at the complex and parked in a more secluded spot away from the fields. We had a little more time before we had to get to the field, and as she turned off the car, she took the sheet and pulled it off her lap. Throwing it in the back seat Dawn turned her body and spread her legs for me a little more. I responded by pulling my fingers out of her sopping cunt.

Dawn panted as she felt the emptiness left in her pussy; the look on her face betrayed her true feelings. She was crushed that I had stopped. "Why did you stop?" she said, practically pouting.

I got up, moving onto my knees. Leaning over, I kissed her as I reach under her jersey to play with her nipples. I loved that Dawn had never bothered to pull down her sports bra, even at the deli. I was twisting one of them, and I pulled back from her lips. Her eyes were still closed, and I leaned down to her ear, whispering softly.

"I stopped because I can't eat you with my fingers in your pussy, lover. Would you rather have me finish you off with my fingers, or my tongue?"

Dawn let out a high little squeal of joy as she said, "Oh God...with your tongue, lover. Please...with your tongue!"

I pushed her jersey back up over her tits, exposing them just like her lower half. Even though we off by ourselves in the parking lot, she was still in view. 

"Okay lover, I'll use my tongue. But I want you to play with your nipples the entire time for me. Just knowing you'll be doing that makes me so hot for you. Will you do it for me?"

Now, Dawn had already made love to me outside next to the river. She'd let me eat her on the front porch where she lived, totally naked! Hell, she even flashed her tits right there on the ball field. But the look of nervousness that crossed her face was enough to cause my cock to cramp up in the tight confines of my shorts.

Dawn's eyes were darting, looking around. It was interesting considering what she'd already done with me. But the flashing was just that. It was quick, and spontaneous, and while it was titillating for me, it wasn't overtly sexual in and of itself. The encounter on her front porch was exciting, but it was relatively safe. It was late at night, and not near any windows of her neighbors. The pine trees that bordered their lot had blocked the view. And it was like we were making love in the wilderness in 'our spot'.

Dawn seemed self conscious, which was a side of her I never realized. 

"Are you okay, lover?" I asked.

"Uh...yeah. I'm just a little nervous, I guess."

"Why?"

"I don't know. I really don't. I've never felt like this before." 

I started to lower her top, but Dawn grabbed my hands. 

"Don't. I want to." 

I smiled. I figured she would tell me what was on her mind if she felt she needed to. I glanced quickly at my watch.

"Lover, if you want to cum, you need to start playing with those beautiful nipples for me soon. I want to watch you a little, and then I'll get you off."

Dawn's hands flew to her chest, smacking into them like she was hitting a stop button on an erotic game show. She stared at me, and smiled as she started rolling and pulling her nipples. She tried to maintain eye contact, until what she was doing to herself made her to close them. That was my invitation. Lost in what she was doing, I felt compelled to join her.

It was as cramped in the car as it was in my shorts. I had to work just to get my body into position. It briefly crossed my mind to find a different way to please Dawn, but that thought was quickly shoved aside with the revelation that whatever had been hanging her up was gone. After all the things she had done for me, I wasn't going to let her down.

It wasn't my best work tongue dancing orally around a pussy. But it was one of my most inspired, and that made up for the lack of angles or positions I could use. I normally freelance when I eat a woman, starting with a basic attack; and reading her body for reactions. Then it becomes a game of pussy and mouse. I try to mentally get her to chase my tongue with her body. Only when I let her catch me does she get the prize she wants...a sweet release.

But in situations where I don't have a lot of time, and in this case, the space to move, I revert to an old trick I was told about by an older roommate in college. He told me, "When you're eating pussy and its going like hell, then lick at her clit while you're trying to spell!" Yeah, it's a stupid rhyme, but I always remembered it, which was the point. So in a time like the one I was up against, I would use my tongue like a writing instrument and drag it across the pussy I was trying to please, spelling out the letters of different words that came to mind.

Almost always, they were sexual words, or sometimes sentences describing things I wanted to do to the girl of the moment. Dawn was no different. I had already spelled every dirty word that popped into my head first, and I moved to more personal things. It wasn't actually a sexual event or position that I came up with. It was what I felt at that moment. 

I know it sounds corny, even now. But it was true. It really did happen. I was spelling out 'I really love calling you my lover,' and when I got to the 'L' in lover, Dawn came for me. I could feel her body jerk, and I knew she was yanking on her nipples as she gave me a wet present for my taste buds. God, that woman tasted sweet. 

I pulled up, and Dawn looked like she was stoned. I had to kiss her several times before she snapped out of it, and she grabbed my head and held me against her soft, full lips. 

"We gotta go, lover! We promised Mark we'd never be late, remember?" I said, trying to cajole her to get dressed.

"God I want you, Neil!" was all she could say in response.

"I want you too, lover, but we have a game to play." I said as I pulled her sports bra down over her abused breasts.

"Fucking tournament! Why did I have to sign up for it!" she pouted.

"If it wasn't for the tournament, I wouldn't be here, babe."

"Oh yeah. Forget I said that," Dawn said with a laugh.

Lowering her jersey, I climbed back on my side of the car. I handed Dawn her sliding shorts, and she shook her head like she was snapping out of a dream, and she grabbed them. I was amazed at how quickly she got dressed.

~*~*~*~*~*~

We made it to the field earlier this time, and Mark wasn't in full panic mode yet. In fact, he was relaxed. "Hey guys. Did you have fun?" he said, insinuating we were off having another sexual adventure.

I played it off. "Nah...nothing like that. Dawn just took me to get something to eat."

"Really? Where'd you go?"

"A deli...started with a 'Z'"

"Oh, Zingerman's. It's really good, isn't it?"

I was putting on my cleats, staring at Dawn, who was smiling at me.

"Yeah, I have to admit. It was really good. I can't get the taste out of my mouth!"

Dawn would have hit me in the arm over that, but she knew if she did, she'd give our latest shared secret away.

I grabbed a ball, and Dawn and I went to warm up. 

"I can't run, Neil. My legs are weak from cumming so hard."

Instead of warming up our arms, I warmed up Dawn's legs. I had her get on the bench and I gave them a stretch and massage. By game time, she said she felt better. Fortunately, she didn't get anything hit her way our first turn in the field. Instead, all three came my way, and we were out of the inning quickly. 

Dawn recovered by the next inning, and we were on our way.

We finished that game with a pretty easy win. We didn't mercy them, but we won comfortably. It would have been nice to have another break, but the schedule we had didn't allow for that. We were waiting for another team to finish, and we'd play them right away.

There were eight teams in the tournament, divided into two brackets of four. We had to play every team in our bracket, and we had one crossover game against a team in the other bracket. We had beaten the team from the other bracket in that one run win in the first game. Now we were playing the last game in the round robin against our own bracket. 

Dawn sat on the bench after the game, drinking some Gatorade. 

"If we win this next game, we go straight to the championship game tomorrow afternoon at 3:00. That means we'll have until 2 tomorrow before we have to leave for the game."

"What if we don't win?" I asked, not sure I wanted to know the answer.

"We have to play at 10:00, and then wait to see what happens. We could be stuck here forever."

It seemed all it took was the motivation of having as much time together as possible to inspire Dawn and myself. The fact that we didn't have a distraction between games only made us more focused. We knew we'd have a lot of time together that night, but we were literally playing for tomorrow.

We had really gelled as a team. Besides getting our defense locked in, Mark had honed in on a strong lineup at the plate. And one of the advantages we had over all the other teams was that we were playing with no bench. There was the legitimate concern about fatigue, and the Russian roulette possibility that an injury could have us playing shorthanded. But playing with just 10 players in a tournament where every player on the the entire roster bats in the order is a bonus. 

That's especially true in a lineup where all the players can hit. We had no easy outs to speak of and with just ten players, we batted around the order faster, so we all got more at bats. From game to game, that kept us sharp, and it paid off.

We were the visiting team in the last game of the day, and that line up got us out in front fast, and we never looked back. It wasn't a shutout, or even close. We didn't play our best defensively. Dawn and I had a couple of miscues, with was uncharacteristic. But we had become sort of playful during the middle of that game. We were never in danger of losing, and we were hitting the snot out of the ball. 

Dawn and I stopped focusing on the game, and started flirting with each other. It was the start of what would be another long and tantalizing round of seduction; it was foreplay for the mind. The fact that we both knew we were going to fuck each other again didn't diminish the effect of the teasing. It enhanced it. 

We won the game in 6 innings, and headed off the field as a team after shaking hands with our opponents. Jill asked us to join them and the rest of team, and go out for some pizza and beer. We had to eat anyway, and we didn't want to seem rude. It was a tough choice, but as most of us know, often the tough choice is the right one. 




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 04



~*~*~*~*~*~

We went to the local pizza joint. Every college or university town has their own legendary pizza brand. One that's not really a chain, or if it is, it's a local one. Ann Arbor was no exception. The food was great, and the camaraderie was better. The fact that Dawn and I sat next to each other and took turns playing touchy feely above and below the table added to the atmosphere. 

Mark and Jill started feeding off of our vibe, and became openly playful for the first time since I'd been there. I know they had been together for about a year, which really was not that long. It was nice not to be the only horny twosome at the table. I was certain that a few more were horny as well, and I wondered if there might be any hooking up caused by residual exposure to our constant state of arousal. 

At one point, Dawn and Jill made a trip to the ladies room, fulfilling the legal requirement that states when two female friends are out in a public restaurant or gathering place, they must visit the female facilities together. I'm not sure what the repercussions would be for failing to do this, but I can only assume it would involve some type of suspension or revoking of their gender membership card. When the girls got up to walk away, it must have signaled that the party was over. Most of the people at the table went their separate ways to head home. There were only two people left at the table, besides Mark and myself. They were Sarah, our third baseman and John, the guy who played first. They both kind of looked at each other, and then at the two of us. I could tell they were trying to decide what to do. 

I nudged Mark and said, "Let's go pay the bill," and I got up.

We walked away and took the check to the counter. Mark was paying. Harry had told him to treat us, and he'd pick up the tab. So Mark was going to pay and get reimbursed. As we stood waiting, we tried to sneak a peek back at our table. Sure enough, they were necking. John had his hand on Sarah's ribs, moving up to caress the underside of one of her tits. And her hand was hidden under the table, but we could she her arm moving back and forth. 

"You and Dawn are sure having an effect on people," Mark said we stared at them.

"Yeah, I suppose. I didn't come up here thinking anything like this was going to happen. I'm sorry if it's causing problems."

"Problems? Hell, no...don't apologize for that, Neil. First of all, I know what you've been through buddy; and Dawn too. So there's nobody happier for you two than I am. And, you're both rubbing off on all of us, and that's a good thing. Jill and I had the best sex we've ever had last night. Between seeing your clothes all over outside, to hearing you two go at it...well, I'll just say that Jill was turned on like I've never seen her. And she's been pawing at me all day. She's so horny I just know it's going to be even better tonight, thanks to you."

Mark pointed at the two teammates we left at the table. They were up now, and walking together toward the front door. Sarah gave a little wave. John would have, had his hand not been down the back of her shorts, cupping her ass. 

"See...that's what you and Dawn caused. It's a good thing!"

"Not if they're late to the game tomorrow," I kidded.

Mark's eyes got wide, and he took off to catch up with them. He came back shortly after, slightly winded and grinning. 

"Did you catch them?"

"Yeah. It wasn't too hard. Sarah's got nice tits!"

"And how would you know that?" I asked with a grin of my own.

"She's topless in John's car!"

It was a nice image planted in my mind. Not just of Sarah, but the fact that Dawn had done the same for me not that long before. It was hard to argue that we were having an influence. I wondered if anyone else on the team had hooked up, but didn't let on.

Mark and I waited and made small talk for what seemed like forever. We were beginning to wonder if there was a problem. But then we heard Jill's distinctive, high pitch giggle from the distance as it echoed off the walls. They walked slowly, trying to be seductive in the way they strutted. It worked just because they were both sexy anyway. But it's hard to pull off 'sultry' wearing polyester. Mark elbowed me, and I noticed the same thing. They were both carrying something, but we couldn't tell what in the dim lights. They hadn't brought anything in with them to the restaurant. And they certainly didn't carry anything into the ladies room that either of us saw.

The girls strolled over to us, and it was ridiculously obvious that something was up. You would have thought they were drunk, but Dawn hadn't had anything to drink, and I'm sure Jill just had one beer. 

"Car keys, please," Dawn said as she put out the palm of her left hand. Her right was behind her back, clutching whatever it was she holding. Jill was standing the same way. I looked closely at Dawn, and a quick glance over to Jill, confirmed my thoughts. I quickly took out my keys and placed them in Dawn's hand. Reading her mind, I left my hand outstretched in front of me, and I slowly turned it over so that my palm was up. Her smile nearly blinded me as she reacted to the fact that, once again, 'I got her'. "And what do you have for me, lover?" I asked, knowing she wanted to be asked.

Dawn pulled her right hand from behind her back and placed her sports bra and sliding pants in my hands. Jill did the same, putting hers in Mark's stomach like a quarterback handing off a football. He looked and noticed their big tits now straining against the fabric of the jerseys they were wearing, like I had moments before. I took the sliding pants and held the crotch to my face, taking a deep whiff. Dawn practically swooned, but quickly regained her composure.

"Jill and I need a ten minute head start so we can get things ready. And, we're still negotiating the rules," she said staring at me.

"Rules? For what?" Mark asked.

Jill put her finger to his lips and said, "You're not in charge right now, babe. So relax. Now, we need ten minutes. Do you think you can do that for us?" Mark nodded, but he was stunned. I just smiled as the girls turned and headed off to my car.

"Come on, Mark. I'll buy you a drink. Looks like you need one." I glanced at my watch as I pulled him to the bar. He didn't take his eyes off the entrance, wondering what was happening. I bought him a beer, I ordered a diet Coke, and we stood by the bar. We looked out the window and watched my car go by, but it zipped past too quickly to see them. 

Mark took a long draw from his bottle of Heineken and said, "What the fuck do you think they're up to?"

"I don't know, Mark. But that's the best part of it. The anticipation of something you have no clue about, but you know it's going to be great. I think it's exciting as hell."

"My stomach is in knots," he said, sounding like he was complaining.

"Relax, buddy. They're not going to do anything that's going to cause a problem. You heard Jill. You're not in charge. Don't you get what that means?"

"No. What?"

"It means, whatever happens is what she WANTS to happen. And that means, no guilt for you, because she's letting it happen. Now, my guess is, this is a one-night thing. So no matter what, you have to let it go after tonight. You've got a hot roommate that's really horny right now because I'm here. Don't fuck that up by being stupid after I'm gone. Jill's too great to fuck her over...and Dawn would never stand for it. You'll end up not having either of them."

"Holy shit, Neil...what do you think they're thinking about doing?"

"I really don't know, Mark. I'm just trying to have an open mind, and I look at all the possibilities. But I also don't want to get too far ahead. That can only lead to a major disappointment. It's their show, and whatever happens is going to be fantastic. I'm just going to enjoy it and leave it at that."

Mark took another deep gulp from his bottle. He was visibly nervous, to the point he was sweating.

"Mark, give me the car keys man."

"What? This is only my second beer."

"It's not about you having too much to drink. It's about having your mind somewhere else. That's just as dangerous. Give me the keys."

He handed them over to me, knowing I was right. He would have backed into another car before we ever got out of the lot. I glanced at my watch. It had only been 8 minutes.

"Let's go," Mark said impatiently.

"No. It hasn't been ten minutes yet. It's only been eight."

"What's two minutes? And who's going to know?"

"To answer your first question first, two minutes is the difference between being faithful to my lovers' request, and being a liar. I think you know my stance on being faithful versus lying. And to your second question, I'll know. So if I'm asked a direct question about if we stayed here 10 minutes I can honestly say that we did. I'd hate to have to say we didn't, and then find out we blew it because we weren't in control enough to do what they asked us to do."

I felt like I had just lectured Mark, but I was standing on principle. And like I said, having to wait is all part of the game of seduction. The reward can be so much sweeter if you can slow down and enjoy the game that leads up to the game. I looked at my watch again. Taking one last sip of my pop, I set the glass on the bar.

"Okay, buddy. Let's get going."

Mark almost started running towards the door. It was like watching Robin trying to race to the Batmobile. He wasn't going anywhere without Batman, so why the hurry? I grabbed him by the arm.

"For goodness sake Mark, let's act like we've been there before, even if we haven't. Okay?"

He nodded and took a deep breath. 

When we got to the car, I needed to take a deep breath with him. There, in the driver's seat of his car, were two white S-T jerseys and two pair of gray softball shorts.

"Holy fuck!" Mark said; his mouth opening as wide as my eyes.

The thought of our two babes driving back to Mark's place totally naked had my heart pounding in my chest; so much for the illusion of acting like we'd been there before. It wasn't that late; just a little after 9:30 PM, and it was right at dusk. I shook my head hard to get the image out of my brain long enough to be able to bend and get in the car without snapping off my dick at the base.

The drive to Mark's place took a while. I didn't want to speed. A ticket would be bad in many ways. The money out of my pocket and the points against my license were two of them. But the delay it would cause in getting there would have been unbearable. And speeding might get us there too soon. I didn't want any indication that we didn't wait long enough for them. Of course, we didn't know which way they went, so taking our time may have been a moot point, but who knew. Mark would have set a land speed record if I hadn't gotten the keys from him before we saw the clothes in the car. He said as much, pleading with me to go faster. 

We pulled into the mobile home park going so slow, we were close to going backwards. It was now dark, and I turned off the lights before we got onto the street Mark lived on so we'd have some element of surprise to our advantage. I parked the car and turned off the engine. Looking at the front of the house, the storm door was closed, but the front door was wide open. They had turned off the porch light, and there was a soft glow coming for beyond the glass. It was the unmistakable illumination of candles.

"I'm not sure I'm ready for this," Mark said anxiously.

"Man, a minute ago you were begging me to drive faster. Now you're not sure you're ready? Mark, c'mon man. Like I said, not matter what, you have to act like you've been there before. Okay?"

"Okay," he said, taking another deep breath.

We walked up quietly onto the front porch, and peered through the glass of the door. Mark wanted to keep looking, but I reached out and knocked. That puzzled him, since he lived there. He thought we should just barge in.

"We're not taking a beach, soldier. They wanted us to wait ten minutes. We owe them the opportunity to make sure they're ready. And if you remember, we're not in charge. We need to be invited in."

"Are you sure?" he said, looking around the porch for the screw he thought came loose in my head.

"Very," I said, knowing I had a great read on my lover. I knocked again, and we got our answer.

"Take off your clothes and come in, boys," Jill said loud enough for us to hear, and sexy enough to make us blind with lust.

Mark reached for the door handle, and I grabbed his wrist.

"You need to listen. She didn't say come in and take off our clothes. She said take them off, and then come in."

I took off my shirt and started working on my shoes and socks.

"They can't be serious." 

"They just drove across town naked for us, buddy. I'd say that's pretty serious. Hurry up before they change their mind."

I was standing on the porch naked while Mark was still struggling with his shoes. I tapped my foot impatiently. "Go on in," he said as he tried not to look at me.

"We're in this together, and you never leave a soldier behind. Now buck up and get moving!" He finally got undressed, and we opened the door and walked in.

"Stay right there please," Jill said as she and Dawn pulled out very bright flashlights and pointed them at us. The beams were coming from two different directions. One was from the couch on the left, and the other from the loveseat on the right. We were illuminated just in front of the door. If someone had gone past the front of Mark's house, we were in plain view, lit up like prisoners in a spotlight. 

"Who drove?" Dawn asked, her voice coming from the right.

"I did," I said, raising my hand a little, but knowing better than to try and shade my eyes so I could see. That was the point. They could see us, but we couldn't see them. Mark started to put his hand up, but I grabbed his arm again.

"I told you Dawn. If Mark drove they would have been here a lot sooner. Hell, we would have heard the tires squeal around the corner and screech to a stop."

I turned to the left, and smiled as the Jill's flashlight slid down my torso to my waist. I could see the beam moving erratically, her hand shaking as she stared at my naked body.

Dawn spoke up as she too took a little visual tour of Mark's body. "Turn around, boys."

We were pieces of meat on display, but I didn't care. And I didn't care if Mark cared. It was fun. It was funny. I would have done the same thing to them if I had thought of it and had been able to get away with it. But I don't think any man could have.

"Okay, you can turn back around," Jill said as the moved the lights to our faces, blinding us even more. 

Mark shut is eyes. I just stood there calmly with my hands behind my back.

"Dawn and I've come to some agreements about tonight," Jill said, starting in.

Mark took another deep breath, trying to steel his nerves.

"First, this is for tonight and tonight only. Neither one of us is interested in pursuing anything more than what might happen this one time."

"That's right," Dawn said emphatically. 

That statement was obviously more for Mark than for me. I would be there less than 24 more hours, and while I was intrigued by Dawn, and loved what we were sharing, I knew in my heart there was no future for us. And I knew she knew that too, which made our relationship a lot easier. Mark, on the other hand, would actually become the soldier left behind. They wanted to make sure they remained a happy family after I went home. 

"Now, Dawn and I have discussed some interesting things tonight, and I've been the one pushing. She's a little reluctant, and I understand why. So we need to make sure that there's a clear line for everyone. And if either of you boys have any concerns or whatever, then we can tone this down."

Jill said a lot, but she really said nothing. I wasn't in the mood for a long, drawn out dialog spelling out all of the 'ifs' and 'buts' that this looked like it could become. I longed for Dawn to step up and be her usual blunt self. That or I was dangerously close to pulling the plug and saying I just wanted the rest of my weekend with Dawn. A man with less than 24 hours to live wants what he wants. My heroine came to save the day, just as I was about to raise my hand in the light.

"Look boys, we don't have all night. As much as I want to toy with your heads, all four of them, I know we could be doing something more interesting right now. So here it is. Jill is interested in a one time only swap. I'm okay with it...but I have conditions. But before I get to that, Jill has something she needs to say."

Jill cleared her throat. She was uptight, and the flashlights helped hide her emotion. But it was something she needed to say, or I was going to bring it up. 

"Mark, you need to know that I still love you. I'm very aware of what happened to Neil, and I want you to know that this isn't the start of some downward spiral that will lead to the destruction of our relationship. The difference between what Neil went through, and this, is that I'm letting you know what I want, I'm going to be here in the house, and I'm going to be with you when it's over. I don't want any secrets."

Mark nodded, but didn't say anything. That made Jill even more uptight. 

"Mark, I want to do this because...well, because of all the things we've seen in the videos you got me hooked on. I just want to do something once that's wild. The ride home...well, I'll tell you about that later. But I want to do this just once, but only this once. You need to understand that."

Mark nodded again, and Dawn picked up.

"I need to make this clear, Mark. Jill wants to do this, and I'm okay with it. I'm excited. But I'm also scared. I live here, and I'm worried that if we turn on this faucet, it won't turn all the way off. It may leak, which can turn into something worse. I don't want my great experience with Neil to become a poisoned memory because something bad happened between me and you."

Mark finally became convinced he needed to speak up.

"It seems like you two have made your minds up, and we don't even know what you're really talking about. But it's obvious there's a lot of concern about me and my feelings, and my ability to control myself in the future. I think before we go any further, I need to set a few things straight."

Mark took a deep breath and glanced in the direction of Jill.

"Babe, I love you. And I know you love me, so were good. I know what happened to Neil, and you're not like her. So relax."

He looked in the direction of Dawn's beam. 

"And roomie, you are one hot chick. But so is Jill, and I love her. I have to admit, when you first moved in, I had visions of a dirty Three's Company episode. But I can honestly say this after three months of your being here, and please don't take this the wrong way...I'm only saying this to put you at ease; I really don't find myself getting hot for you. Again, a lot of that is that I have an amazing, hot girlfriend that I adore, so I'm happy and that keeps my mind where is should be. But I see you as a friend, and I know in my heart I always will."

"Really?" Dawn said, almost sounding disappointed. 

"Yeah. Now, if Jill wants to do something adventurous, I'll do it for her. And I'm sure I'll enjoy it. But I'm not interested in more than one time either. Fuck Dawn, I'm a red blooded American male. I'm horny all the time...just ask Jill. If I felt differently, I would have hit on you a long time ago, don't you think? It's not like I haven't had the opportunity."

"I guess you're right," she said, feeling better. 

"Sure I'm right. And I knew you felt the same way, because you haven't tried anything. It's the way it is. So, now that that's out of the way, what did you two ladies have in mind?"

Dawn said, "Okay, well, that will make a lot of this easier. Jill and I agreed to a little swap. Neil, I know you don't belong to me, but..."




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 04



"I do this weekend, lover. So as far as any conversations we're having about what I think we're talking about, you and I are a couple, period!"

"Oh my God! That's so awesome!" Jill said, beaming brighter than her flashlight. 

"Okay lover, well since you belong to me, I've talked to Jill about making a swap. We're going to sit with each other's significant other through a porn movie, and afterwards, we're going to go to separate bedrooms for one hour. We can do what we want, but there's no fucking. We both agreed to that, and that's the rule."

Mark and I nodded. Frankly, I was relieved. I didn't mind a little playing around, but I didn't want the pressure of having to fuck Jill, and talk to Mark on Monday as a customer. 

"Once the hour is up, we're coming back out here and swapping back. We'll watch another movie together. After that, it's back to the bedrooms for the rest of the night with our own lover. Jill and I may have some other tricks up our sleeves, but that's it for the most part. Are you guys up for that?" As if on cue, both flashlights moved down and honed in on our cocks, which were both rock hard.

"They're up for it," Jill said with a snicker.

The girls turned off the hand held spot lights, leaving us blind and naked in front of the living room door. I was blinking my eyes, trying to get my focus, when I felt a hand grab my arm and lead me away. We were walking to the left, so I knew it was Jill. She helped me to the couch and sat down next to me. 

Jill pulled a soft satin sheet over us for covering, and I could feel her curl her legs up underneath her. Her head found its way to my shoulder, and I put my arm around her as I crossed my ankles. It took a moment or two for my eyes to finally adjust to the dark. Mark was having the same problem, because he was complaining about not being able to see anything yet. 

After another couple of minutes, Jill whispered into my ear, asking me if I could see. I nodded, and Jill cooed just a little.

"Neil's ready. How about Mark?"

"He's good. Turn it on."

Dawn hit the remote and turned on the TV, and she fired up the VCR. I didn't catch the title of the film, but since it was a fuck flick, plot and dialog weren't what we were really worried about. But it was true to the medium; in less than three minutes there was a naked girl on the screen, about to swallow a huge, stiff cock.

I wondered early on if this was the particular tape that Dawn had watched that got her so worked up. That thought disappeared the moment I felt Jill's hand around my cock. We were covered up to our necks with the sheet, and I peeked for just a second to see Mark and Dawn were in the same position. By the grin screwed on Mark's face, I was pretty sure that Dawn had a handful of cock as well.

I slipped my fingers down to Dawn's breast, and played with her nipples for a while. Her eyes were locked on the screen during the times they were open. But more and more I found them closed as her head bobbed back. She liked a soft touch, and I stored that away for later. I was also trying to read her reactions to the movie, trying to figure out what scenes got her juiced up more than others.

The first scene was pretty standard. There was a big cock hammering a blond with big tits, ending with a doggy style romp with the guy cumming on her back. The next scene was two guys doing a girl. Jill seemed to like that one a lot. Then there was the obligatory lesbian scene, which got a surprising rise out of her. I had moved my hand to her pussy by then, and Jill was humping her wet mound over my fingers.

The next scene was two girls taking on a guy, and that one also seemed to appeal to Jill, especially the part where one the girls sucked on the clit of the other's pussy, which was being stuffed at the time with the guys big cock. The last scene was another straight fuck scene, but the guy finished in her ass, cumming inside it. 

I enjoyed the movie, more so because of Jill's constant fondling of my cock and balls. She was masterful and massaging me, but keeping me from cumming. As soon as the credits started to roll, Dawn flicked off the TV.

"One hour, Jill," she said as a reminder. 

"Let's go, baby. We don't have a lot of time!"

I was still nervous, unsure of what Jill had in mind, and what she wanted from me. I was still relieved that I wouldn't be fucking her. It just seemed odd to me, but I was hard, so I couldn't say she didn't excite me on a lot of levels. 

Jill took me to her room, which was lit the candles just like Dawn had done for me the night before. I couldn't help but feel privileged to be with her after getting my first look at her naked body. She was amazing. Not as curvy as Dawn, but she had great tits and a tight little body. 

"You like?" she asked, looking for reassurance.

"You're beautiful, Jill," I said with a sly grin.

She blushed a little and said, "I'm nervous."

"Don't be. We don't have time to be nervous."

I waited for her to make a move, not wanting to push her in case she changed her mind. She got on top of the covers and offered herself to me. I couldn't get past the fact that in the same house, another wonderful woman wanted me, at least in some sexual way. At the same time, the whole thing seemed staged and unnatural. I took a deep breath and joined her on the bed.

It struck me then that that was the biggest difference. She didn't turn down the bed like Dawn had. I was trying not to compare the two, but it was hard not to. The two events were too close together not to have it in the back of my mind somewhere. The fact that Dawn had invited me into her bed with her was special. Jill didn't make that gesture, and while I understood it, I felt the difference. She didn't want me in the bed she shared with Mark, so we were on top of it.

Jill got antsy, and I wondered if she was going to back out. It wouldn't have bothered me actually. But she pressed on.

"Neil, I want you to eat me." 

It seemed strange that she asked for what she wanted, instead of us just finding ourselves with each other. It was like she was ordering something off a menu. 

"Okay," was all I could think of to say.

She saw the look on my face, and sensed that she hadn't come across as she wanted to. 

"Look, that sounded...pushy. I'm sorry. I'm just nervous."

"What about?" I asked.

"Okay...I'm just going to be blunt. Dawn told me about how...how amazing you are."

"What do you mean?"

"She said you eat a woman like a man possessed. She said she'd never cum like that before, and when she described it to me, I...I'm sorry Neil. I just can't get that out of my mind."

"So that's what this is all about?" I asked.

"Not just that. I thought it would be fun to be spontaneous. And I think we've all had a good time so far. But if you're asking if that was my motivation, then the answer is yes, that's a part of it."

"What's the other part?"

Jill smiled wickedly and said "You'll have to wait for that later."



Ann: A Love Story Ch. 05



Having accepted the terms that Jill and Dawn agreed to, Mark and I were sent off with the others respective mate to the nearest bedroom. That was the polite way to put it. More bluntly, we were swapped. We'd been primed by a slightly better than average porn flick, and then rushed off to partake in a one hour tour of each others' bodies. The only major stipulation was a strict 'no fly' zone when it came to penile penetration anywhere south of the border.

That didn't seem to bother Jill in the least. She wasn't interested in fucking me. I'm not sure when she and Dawn had had a chance to talk, but I knew what they talked about. Apparently, my skills at eating her pussy had made such an impact on Dawn, she felt compelled to not only share the information with Jill...but also to share me.

I felt awkward at first, not knowing how to start. Jill was my friends' girlfriend, and he was also my top customer. The idea of having any kind of sex with her might come with some serious repercussions. But Jill took control of the situation, not wanting to waste any of our time. So, she grabbed my hard cock and started sucking it. It's amazing how a pair of full lips wrapped around the head of your cock will make you rethink your concerns. And if the lips are attached to a woman as beautiful as Jill, it makes you want to reciprocate. 

Jill and I spent most of the rest of our hour together pleasuring each other. We were on our sides, relaxing in a 69 position, and I had brought her to the edge a half dozen times without letting her cum. Each time, she would push farther past her previous high point, only to have me pull back and prolong the experience. 

The latest time, I had her left leg lifted, resting on my shoulder, and I was concentrating on her pink little rose bud. Jill had been sucking my cock almost the entire time I had been nibbling at her cunt, but she stopped the moment my tongue found her sweet puckered hole. Her moans instantly grew louder. I got the impression that she hadn't done a lot of anal play, based solely on her reaction to what my tongue was doing.

Now that I had her lubed up, I moved my mouth back to her amazing pussy, and moved my hand from the cheek of her ass to her crack. I played with her little hole with my middle finger, and then I slowly and gently eased it inside her ass.

She let out a scream that I know was heard in the other bedroom, if not the neighboring houses. I was fucking Jill's ass with my finger, and I concentrated my efforts on licking around her pussy, avoiding her clit for the moment. If I could get her to cum like that without touching it, she was only going to go off bigger when I did. 

I loved being playful around an aroused woman. Every breath, every soft touch on her skin brings a change in her sexual mood. Jill was no different than any other woman I'd made love to, with the possible exception that I wasn't going to try and fuck her. But the discovery of the uncharted territory I'd just found made me excited, and I wanted to explore. 

Yet there wasn't time. I knew it. My internal clock was telling me that the hour was almost up. Jill was back to sucking me, determined to get me off. I wanted her to cum again. Were we trying to make this happen in unison, and I saw a finish line. I flicked at Jill's clit with my tongue. 

The scream would have been louder than the last one, but she stuffed my dick as far into her throat as she could to help choke off the sound. It came out as more of a painful howl, but I knew from the amount of fluid I was swallowing that there was no discomfort in her cry.

Jill pulled off me, almost wheezing as she stroked my cock.

"Fuck me, Neil!" 

I felt my cock flinch, and I was seconds away from deflation. That was not what I expected, or wanted to hear. I know that sounds ridiculous to say that. A horny man, his cock pulsing from the sensations caused by the talented mouth of an equally horny and beautiful female, hears the words any man would want spoken to him at that cumulative moment of passion; and his mind screams 'Nooooo' with such force that surely an aneurism is just moments away. It's the kind of paradox that drives brilliant men to insanity. My body betrayed me; the chemical chain reaction causing my adrenaline to rush to my heart, triggering my fight or flight defenses. Fortunately, Jill realized her choice of words had created a panic inside me.

She sucked my shaft back deep into her throat, working hard to salvage my manhood. She was flying over my skin, her saliva dripping off my balls. I had never had such a frantic blowjob. Not only was it sloppy, it was desperate. But it worked. Jill had rescued my dying hard on, bringing back to life with her expert mouth to...cock resuscitation. 

She pulled off, rubbing her hand up and down my slippery dick. Letting go, she lay on her back and pushed her tits together. 

She had my attention, and she smiled.

"If you would have looked at me first, that wouldn't have happened. Now, I'm going to say that again. Fuck me, Neil!"

Ahhh. She wanted me to fuck her tits! 

"Well, that's different, now isn't it?" I said as I straddled her stomach and plopped my fat cock into her cleavage with a wet smack. 

Jill molded her fleshy mounds around my shaft and held them tight. I started thrusting my hips forward, ramming my cock into her chin. I grabbed a pillow, and Jill lifted her head so I could slide it underneath. With the new angle, she was able to open her mouth, letting the head pass her full lips.

Jill was pleading with me, begging me to fuck her tits harder. She wasn't getting any stimulus out of it. After all, I wasn't touching her pussy at the time. But she was begging because time was running short, and she wanted my cum. Her soft eyes reflected the flickering candles, and in those fixed pupils I could see her own fire, smoldering beneath the surface as she coaxed me to give her my load. 

Her incessant chanting to move harder and faster was a cadence; my hips keeping the tempo to the drumbeat of her voice. It's amazing the effect of hearing a stunning woman urging out loud to 'Fuck me harder' can have on a man. The words sear into the brain, leaving behind a burning desire to obey. My pelvis thrust forward, becoming more of an involuntary reflex. I couldn't stop at that point if I had to.

I didn't want to. Jill's tongue was hitting the knob of my cock perfectly, and my balls started to ache as they rapidly pulled inward toward my body. I was about to torpedo her with semen, and she knew it. Before I could ask her where she wanted it, she provided my answer. She must have been turned on by the same x-rated scene that Dawn had watched over and over.

"Cum on my face, baby!" Jill blurted out, her head shifting up as she lifted her upper body onto her elbows. I'd never heard that phrase directed at me before in all of my life, and suddenly Jill was the second woman in under 24 hours to plead for me to bathe her face with my sperm.

Plunging my fat prick between Jill's soft melons a couple more times, I felt my load start to bubble up from my balls and race up my shaft. I froze, and Jill let go of her breasts, freeing me. Springing up, I had a little dribble of cum seeping from the tiny slit. Jill licked her lips as she brought her slender fingers up. She ran her index finger underneath my cock, from my balls to the tip. When she reached my mushroom head, I started blasting.

Jill grabbed my shaft and stroked me, trying to aim the jets of spunk. Around the sixth big rope that landed squarely on her face and hair, Jill started laughing. I had two more good sized shots in me, and then a couple of very little ones dribbled out as the pressure in my balls subsided. 

"My God, Dawn wasn't lying. You shoot forever, baby. Do you do that every time?" Jill said as she started sucking me again, trying to make sure the chamber was empty.

"It depends how long ago I came last. I'm usually good for 5 or 6 good sized blasts on average."

"That was more than six!"

"Well, I seem to be a little worked up this weekend. This house is pretty exciting."

"Not usually, but it has been since you got here. I hope I didn't drain you so much that you've got nothing left for Dawn."

"I don't think that'll be a problem. With the lack of sex I've had over the last few years, I' m sure I've got a pretty good reserve built up."

I helped Jill sit up, and I kissed her, tasting myself on her lips and mouth. She was woozy, caught up in the wickedness of the act. Pulling away, I licked my cum from her chin and offered it to her on my tongue. She kissed me hard, wrapping her lips around my tongue to steal it before I changed my mind. I felt her body tremble just a little and thought she might have had a little orgasm.

Jill was breathless when she said, "That may be the sexiest thing a man has ever done for me."

"Yeah, I get that a lot. I really don't see what the big deal is, though."

"And that's what makes it sexy, baby. You make it seem so natural, and I can tell you, no other man I've ever been with would do that."

I smiled. I'm not sure she was right, but I only had myself as a reference. 

There was a knock on the door. Dawn was coming to reclaim me. 

"Thanks for fulfilling my fantasy, Neil."

I said, "You're welcome," not really knowing what that fantasy was. But I did enjoy our time together, even if the entire event seemed strange. 

"It's open," Jill said in response to a second knock. 

I was off the bed now, my flaccid cock still dripping a little from our encounter. Dawn opened the door and said, "Time's up." 

While the experience was gratifying for what it was, as a sexual release, my heart did a double take when I saw Dawn peek her head through the door. No, she wasn't covered with cum. Or sweat. Or anything. She was her normal, radiant naked self. But her smile in looking at Jill, and then at me, is one that I'll always remember.

"I see Rembrandt's been painting again. How was it sis?"

That comment had me staggering. Were they really sisters? Or was that some general reference of endearment, like me calling Mark 'bro' or something. They didn't look alike, but that didn't really mean anything. 

"Sis?" I said out loud, not sure I had actually said it aloud, or that I wanted an actual answer.

"It was amazing, Dawn. Everything you said was true. And your right, she had to be the biggest idiot in the world to cheat on him."

Jill turned to me, seeing that I was still pondering the previous sentence Dawn had uttered. 

"It's my nickname, Neil. Everyone thinks of me as their big sister."

"Well, I don't, thank God. That would have made what we just did at least mentally incestuous. And I prefer to think of my ex as a slut, not an idiot. Well, maybe a mixture of both, but I appreciate your sentiment."

Dawn chimed in, saying, "Now I would have thought she was more of a whore."

I laughed. "No, she didn't charge. She gave it away. She was a slut. If she was a whore, at least I wouldn't have been broke when I got divorced."

"Wow, I never really thought of the distinction between the two," Jill said as she pondered the meaning of the words.

"I didn't either, until I had a reason to define the difference. I guess I had too much time on my hands."

"Not any more. It's my time now, lover. Let's go watch another movie," Dawn said as she took my hand and led me back to the living room.

Mark was sitting on the couch, under the sheet. He was waiting for Jill, who didn't bother to clean her face. She just sat down next to him, not bothering to cover up with the sheet. She sat naked next to him, her legs spread lewdly, still dripping with some of my sperm. He was silent as he studied her, and I was starting to get worried that we had made a mistake. Mark raised his hand gently to her cheek, scooping a morsel of my seed onto his fingertip. Lifting it to her lips, she took his offering, taking his finger deep into her mouth, sucking on it like a cock. Dawn and I crawled under the sheet left on the loveseat. Being smaller, it forced us into a closeness we would have sought on our own anyway. She reached for the remote to turn on the TV and VCR again. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jill reach into a drawer of a table next to her for something of her own, but it was too dark to see what it was. Dawn pressed the buttons, and started up the movie. She must have changed the tape while Jill and I finished up. It started already forwarded past the opening credits. 

In the late 80's, watching porn in the privacy of your home was still a relatively new experience. Long before the internet, and DVD's, the advent of the VCR took the genre out of seedy theaters and the occasional adult drive in, and brought it to the safety of living rooms and bedrooms. The only downside was trying to find them. At least where I lived, adult book stores were a long way away. 

And unlike internet or DVD, the video cassette required patience. You couldn't select a specific scene or a money shot, just by moving a mouse or hitting the menu button. You had to actually watch the movie. Sure, there were ways to see the specific things you wanted to see. You could fast forward and use the images rocketing by on the screen after you'd seen the movie once or twice to know where to stop the tape. And you could always use the rewind. But neither option was convenient. For the most part, it was best just to watch.

So we watched. Dawn had home court advantage, because she'd obviously seen the movie before. Even without telling me, I could tell from her excitement that she had picked out the movie that turned her on so much. She was practically glued to me. And since she knew the movie so well, she was anticipating what was about to happen. She didn't talk...she was a good partner. She wasn't the type to give away the ending just because she'd seen the movie before. There were no hints, like 'watch this', or 'wait until you see what happens.' She wanted me to experience it like she had, hoping I'd get turned on like she was.

The truth is, I was turned on by her wanting me to be turned on. It wasn't the movie per se; although early on I knew it was way above average as far as adult flicks go. The overall production was magnificent. It was that Dawn wanted to share something she found exciting that I found so exciting. I was reading her body, and that let me know when we were getting close to parts she found particularly arousing.

The other thing that was stimulating was that we weren't stimulating each other. We actually held hands under the blanket; my arm around her shoulder, her other hand resting on my thigh, but not moving higher. We just watched. No stroking, no fondling; nothing. She knew I was rock hard. I knew she was soaking wet. But not touching each other, at least for me, increased the lust factor. It became a war of wills. I wasn't going to be the first to cave and start touching Dawn. And she wasn't going to make a move on me either. And that made it better.

I was glad that she wasn't interested in a plot, because this one didn't have one. It seemed to be a collection of sexual scenes thrown together. They were loosely tied together by a female psychiatrist. She was talking to patients, who were telling her about sexual encounters they had had that had a profound impact on their lives in some way. It was a stretch, but it was a plot device. They key to the movie was the psychiatrist, who found herself fantasizing during the session about what she was supposed to be analyzing. The scenes were those visions in her head, as described by the patient. 

The first scene was a cute redhead whose character was named Sophie, dressed in black leather boots and a black leather bikini. She bound her boyfriend, a well endowed guy she called Anthony. She took him to her bedroom, and tied him to the bed. It wasn't a BDSM theme. It was just the redhead playacting as a Dom, and toying with her partner. It was, however, very intriguing. It wasn't something I'd ever done, on either side of the ropes, so to speak. But I'd be lying if I didn't say I suddenly had an interest.

The scene that gave Dawn the inspiration to try a facial was spectacular. Not only from the sheer eroticism of the act, and the amount of sperm that was sprayed all over the auburn haired babe in the film, but also from a cinematographic viewpoint. It was shot in super slow motion, and used at least 4 different camera angles. In addition to being one of the most incredibly erotic things I've ever seen, it was also unbelievably artistic. 

I could see why Dawn was so turned on by it. Guys are visual; they get excited about almost anything sexual they see. Women need a little more thought put into it, and the director had that in mind. Dawn was more sexually charged than any time I could remember in my short time with her. She had watched that particular scene countless times, yet I sensed that this time was much different. It was much more personal. She wasn't just turned on from watching in again; it was that I was sharing with her in her voyeuristic obsession, and that made the entire experience that much naughtier. 

And naughty can be oh so sexy.

While she didn't beg, I could tell that Dawn wanted more from me at moment. Yet she didn't beg, or say anything. We both knew that the anticipation of what would happen in private later would be so much more satisfying. I knew if I so much as touched Dawn's pussy, she'd cum. The fact that I didn't meant that when I finally did, her release would be massive.

After the scene ended, Dawn kissed me on the cheek.

"I'll be right back lover. Don't go anywhere."

"Where are you going?" I said, thinking she might have been so turned on she was going to take matters into her own hands, literally. And if that was the case, screw the movie, I was going with her.

"I've got to get ready for the part after this one."

I shook my head. "What does that mean?" 

"You'll see. Just watch the blond get her ass fucked. She really loves it. I'll be back in a little bit."

Dawn took the remote with her, and went to her room. I shrugged my shoulders and leaned back, feeling empty without Dawn's hard body leaning into mine. Just the touch of her skin against me made me want her, and with it gone, I felt numb for a couple of minutes. 

The platinum, almost white haired blond was indeed getting reamed; and she did love it, at least on screen. Up to that point, I hadn't watched a lot of anal sex in porn. And personally, I'd never tried it. When it first crossed my mind that I wanted to try it, I was already in a relationship with the ex, and it was the one area of sex that I couldn't convince her to partake in. After being shot down more times than I could stand, I put it idea out of my mind completely. 

I'd never liked rejection, and I got so much of it in my miserable marriage that I didn't even think to try with anyone I had dated since. I was just so happy to get any sex at all that I didn't want to risk ruining it by going too far. As I had said before, I've always been an ass man. So, watching the cute, nimble dark tanned girl take that huge porn cock all the way up her rear chute excited me. 

Thinking back less than an hour before, I thought about my tonguing Jill's ass. I hadn't done that in a very, very long time. And I'm not sure where I even got the boldness to do it. I think it was the house. Magical things were happening in that house. I had become a different person. Well, not different. I'd gone back in time, and had become the old, confident Neil I had been in college. "Man that bitch really did more damage than I had ever thought possible," I said to myself as I thought of all the crap she put me through.

I watched the girl on the tube with a new appreciation. She was on her back, her legs pulled up near her ears. Her hands were on her ass pulling her cheeks apart as she begged the man wielding the monster prick to 'fuck her harder'. Those words seared into my brain again, an image of Dawn popping forward.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 05



It was the way Dawn had said for me to watch the scene; the connotation from the inflection in her voice had been hidden to me at the time. I was so bewildered by her getting up that I had missed it then. Running that sentence back and mentally replaying as a soundtrack to the film, I was more convinced than ever that Dawn was just as excited by this action sequence as the slow-mo facial before it. 

Dawn leaned over the loveseat from behind me, putting her head next to mine as she moved her hands down my chest to play with my nipples. 

"Enjoying the movie, lover?"

"Mmm-hmm. But it would be better if you were here next to me."

"Patience, lover. This scene's almost done, and you're going to want to see the next one. I guarantee it."

"Okay...but that doesn't mean you can't sit with me to watch it."

"Actually, it does, babe. I'm in it."

Dawn let out a giggle, and I was going to look over my shoulder to see what she was talking about. But the guy on screen said he was going to cum, and even though I knew what that meant, I couldn't take my eyes off the screen. I knew how it was going to end, but I didn't, and I needed to see it.

It had become my favorite scene in the movie, and the ending sealed it. At this point, the girl in the movie, who was going by the name of Amanda, pulled off the guy, whom she was calling Dean. They had been going at it doggy style at the end, and she spun around and took the cock in her mouth to finish him off. It's a commonplace move in porn now, but then, going ass to mouth was practically unheard of. 

My eyes flew open as 'Dean' unloaded his balls into 'Amanda's' mouth. She let the load seep past her lips, not trying to swallow. The cum ran down her chin, making a slimy white trail as it ran down between her breasts. It was the hottest thing I had ever seen. If Dawn had been sitting next to me, I would have had my cock buried somewhere deep inside her. I had no willpower left after that.

I think Dawn knew that, which was she was still standing behind me. The scene faded to black and was about to take an illogical segue way to the next, as porn movies often do, when Dawn paused the movie.

"Ready, sis?"

Jill sounded nervous, but she said, "Yes. Are you?"

"This is your thing, Jill. But like I said, I'm willing to help."

"Okay, let me get set."

Mark and I looked at each other as Jill got up, her hand holding something as she walked toward her room. She came back wearing a bright white bikini that contrasted dramatically against her tan skin, and a pair of matching white sandals. She held a straw shoulder bag in her hand as stood in the entrance to the hallway and took a deep breath. 

"Okay, Dawn. Go ahead."

Dawn hit the play button, and set the remote next to me on the loveseat. She leaned in and quickly whispered into my ear to pay attention, and then she stood and backed up, disappearing into the shadows of the room. She had taken the time to blow out all the candles in the room, and that was the first time I noticed.

On screen, a gorgeous blond walked into the frame. She was on a secluded beach, and she was wearing a white bikini and carried a straw shoulder bag. The imagery wasn't lost on me, or Mark. But I'm sure we were both thinking the same thing, which was, 'What the fuck?'

Suddenly Jill entered our vision, walking next to the television in just the same way the girl on the scene did. She even looked the same, save for my dried cum in her hair. She must have cleaned her face before coming back out.

Jill and the girl on the screen both looked around, confirming they were in a secluded spot, and then they both pulled out towels and spread them out. The blond in the video was spreading her towel on the sand; the blond in the living room did the same on the sandy colored carpet. In unison, the sandals were kicked off. We were watching visual stereo.

Everything the girl in the video did, Jill mimicked at the same time, which was all the more amazing in that she wasn't watching the movie. She was looking toward us like we were the camera. There were no sounds other than the crash of waves on the beach in the movie. Dawn had turned up the sound before she set down the remote, bringing the beach into Mark's home.

As the movie rapidly progressed, so did Jill. Tanning oil was applied, which led to the 'actresses' feeling horny and bold. Hands slipped inside the bikini top, playing with a nipple. A few minutes later, the top was pulled down, exposing breasts, which were held aloft by the fabric of the bikini. More suntan oil was applied, making the breast slippery and shiny. Leaning back on the towel, they were still; but not for long. 

Left legs bent and pulled up toward their hip, followed by moving the right leg wide to spread the material of the white bikini bottom tight over the crotch. A slick hand eased under the bikini top, and both shivered as they felt their clit before digging a finger into their cloth covered pussy.

Suddenly, both blond bombshells sat up, and looked left and right to make sure the coast was clear. They both quickly stood up and removed the tops, and then looked around again in the same way. I couldn't believe just how well Jill had memorized every single part of what was happening on the TV. Turning around to make sure no one was peeking from behind, and giving the camera the prime angle, which is what the director really wanted, they girls hooked their fingers into their bikini and eased it down their long legs. 

Jill bent over, as did the porn starlet, making sure their wet snatches caught the viewers attention. They threw the bottoms with their tops off to the side and turned, showing their soft blond patch of diamond shaped hair above their pussy. Jill no doubt had meticulously trimmed hers with this performance in mind. 

Back on the towel, more suntan oil, this time directly squirted on their pussies, making them glisten even more than before. They were on their backs, knees up high, feet spread wide, and they slipped middle fingers into their pussy deep to the second knuckle, while pulling their slippery left nipple with their other hand.

This went on for a little bit, until they both snapped their heads up. I was amazed just how well timed that was. It was perfect. If there were an Olympic event for synchronized masturbation, Jill and this girl were gold medal winners. I was sure the soft musical score in the background helped Jill hit her cues, but it was still amazing. Looking around one last time, they both reached into the bag and pulled out matching silver 10 inch vibrators. In less than a minute, they each shoved theirs inside, and began the slow stroking in and out, matching pace perfectly. 

Lost in the moment, I felt they were building to orgasm, and it was going to be fabulous. But the director had something else in mind. Mark and I both did a double double take, when Dawn and a similar brunette in the video, both in black bikinis, stumbled onto the girls in the midst of self gratification. It just got really interesting.

Dawn's hand flew up on to her mouth, just like the 'surprised' babe on the screen. The girl on the screen let out a gasp. Dawn lip synced it. She had no intention of trying to speak at the same time, which only made what I was seeing more intense. Their feigned shock over, naturally the dark haired girls decided to increase the sexual tension. It was the porn movie way!

"Need some help with that?" the girl on screen said at the same time Dawn moved her mouth.

Jill and the blond acted shocked, but their new playmates didn't wait for an answer. Bending down, they both grabbed the silver tools still buried inside those tight pink cunts, and they started 'helping'.

My cock was straining. I wished Dawn was next to me; and I was glad again she wasn't. I could feel my pre-cum literally dripping down my shaft. So much was coming out I didn't dare touch myself. I had to get the sheet off me, fearful the friction would make me cum. Kicking it off, I was amazed that neither of the girls in the room with us broke character. Mark and I weren't there, because they were on the beach. 

Jill and her character pulled at their newfound friends, and in moments, the roles were reversed, with Dawn and her video sister now on their backs. Off came the bikini tops, and tanning oil was splattered onto them, rubbed in with hands and then breasts, and Jill and her girl lay on top and bodies rubbed together. Flipping around, Jill removed the bikini bottom, and the same happened on the screen.

Jill poured more oil, now on Dawn's open pussy. My eyes were having hard time watching the TV now. I was pretty much mesmerized by Jill and Dawn. I was praying that the movie wouldn't go down a stupid avenue, wanting an ending that any man would want. But I also wondered if Jill and Dawn would actually live out that male voyeuristic fantasy.

There was no unhappy ending. All four girls in our view found themselves in touch with their ultimate feminine side. Mark and I were the beneficiaries of an amazing bi-sexual coming out party. It was a 69, times two; it was a 138! All we could see was Dawn getting eaten by Jill. The camera angle video was just the one, never cutting away to see Dawn and her alter ego eat the woman they were with. 

The director wanted this to truly be like we, the audience, were a lucky peeping tom hidden in the dunes, watching the action. It was a brilliant piece of direction. Any other guy would have had cuts back and forth. The fact that we knew what Dawn was doing, but couldn't see it, added to it, and the film. Sometimes the most incredible things are what you don't see, but have to imagine.

I'm not sure if the girls on the TV actually came. They acted like they did, and I suppose it was even money. It was incredible, but they were porn actresses, trained in the art of the fake orgasm. Not Jill. She was cumming, all over Dawn's face. Dawn was seconds behind. I can't say for sure they were able to time it perfectly. It was close, but my eyes were honed in on the live action. It didn't matter anymore if they were exactly the same, or close to the same; or totally different. I knew it was close, and later I would think about how amazing THAT was. But while they were cumming, they had my undivided attention. 

As all of the participants, live and taped, started easing down from the sexual high they had been driven to, the screen faded to black. Dawn reached back and turned off the TV at the same time. 

Mark and I were bathed in darkness. We could hear the quick paddling of feet, some nervous giggling, and then doors being shut. Two separate showers came on, one after the other. The girls had separated, and were cleaning off the oil. I was a little saddened. It would have been nice to feel that slickened bronze skin against mine.

Mark was breathing hard.

"You okay, buddy?" I asked.

"I think so. That was..."

"Incredible. Yeah, I know. Are they..."

"I'm not sure. I don't think so. But it sure looked like it, didn't it?"

Pondering the girl's sexuality was something both Mark and I didn't factor into the evening on our drive home. It didn't bother me. I'd be a distant memory by the time Mark came to grips with it. My gut told me it was a onetime thing, based on how Dawn said it was Jill's thing, but she was willing to help. But based on the performance, I had to wonder if they had practiced.

The showers turned off. Mark and I were still sitting still, unable and unwilling to move. It was still the girls' show as far as I was concerned. If there was an encore to come, I wasn't going to miss it. If there wasn't, I wasn't going to miss it. I couldn't wait to see what they came up with next.



Ann: A Love Story Ch. 06



Dawn and Jill had departed to their separate ends of Mark's home. Jill and Mark's room was to the right as you entered. Dawn's, and a room Mark used as an office, were down another hall to the left. The living room was in the center of the home, with the kitchen behind it, combined as kind of a great room complete with a cathedral ceiling. As double wide mobile homes go, it was very, very nice. It was more of a house the way it was set up.

The floor plan allowed Dawn to have some semblance of privacy. But as loud as we had been the night before, the illusion of being secluded was pretty much shattered. Still, it was neat that Mark and Jill were able to give Dawn her own space, complete with a separate bathroom on her end of the home. 

Mark and I were sitting in silence, mentally recovering from the visual overload the girls had just subjected us to. I, for one, was glad. Any contact between Dawn and I right after the live and taped lesbian show would have had me cumming in seconds. As it was, I was able to get control of my libido enough that I was confident I would be able to control my ejaculation. I wasn't so sure about Mark. 

I was finally able to see, my eyes adjusting to the dark. Mark was panting, looking like a tiger hidden in the jungle, waiting to pounce on the first piece of fresh meat to mistakenly cross his path. He was going to have a hard time controlling his carnal instincts. My first thought was that Jill was going to be disappointed, because she had Mark so worked up, it likely was going to lead to a very quick 'fuck and done'. 

That thought got slammed up against the inside of my skull, pummeled by a new one that was fighting to the death for control of the preeminent position at the front of my brain. The cause of that new thought was standing to my left as I sat on the loveseat.

Jill was looming at the edge of that same hallway where she had walked onto the 'beach' that was her living room in her previous performance. She was illuminated by the candlelight from her bedroom. There were many more lit than the couple of dozen that had set the mood for my brief tryst with her, which suddenly seemed like days ago instead of a little over an hour. She was wearing a black leather bikini and long black leather heels that came past her knees. I normally would have been leering at that, considering how amazing it made her body look. 

I, however, couldn't get past the wig. Jill was standing, legs apart; a dominating sneer appearing on her face. This girl was an actress! Atop her head, she wore a shoulder length red-haired wig. My mouth dropped as she strutted past me, ignoring me on the way by. Jill stood tall in front of a frozen Mark. She lifted his chin with her fingers to get him to look into her eyes.

"Stand up, Anthony. Sophie wants to play."

MY heart jumped. I can only imagine what Mark's was doing. He stood up slowly, and Jill turned him around. He didn't flinch when she took a tie and bound his wrists behind his back. Smacking him on his ass first to get his attention, she took him by the elbow.

"Let's go Anthony. I've waited for this long enough!"

They disappeared behind their door, leaving me alone with my thoughts in the dark. Scattered, random things popped into my head. It had been a whirlwind weekend to that point, and I was waiting on another overwhelming encounter with Dawn. 

As much as I had enjoyed Jill, I couldn't wait to be back in Dawn's arms. Unless, of course, it wasn't Dawn that was behind that closed bedroom door any longer. As intrigued as I was, I prayed a red-haired girl in black leather didn't come sauntering out. 

~*~*~*~*~*~

No matter how long eternity is, when it comes to waiting for a woman to get herself ready for a man, add 20 to 30 minutes. Not that I minded. I knew it was time well spent on her behalf, and it would be worth whatever wait I had to endure. 

Dawn's door opened slowly. The candlelight coming down the hallway showed her shadow seductively turning down the sheets to her bed. I had that same shiver of excitement hit me just as the night before. How something so domestic could be so sensual was beyond me, but I immediately got excited. Not just because she was inviting me to her bed again, but because, just like Jill with me, she hadn't invited Mark.

I looked at Dawn's shadow, checking out just how much attention to detail she'd put into whatever she had been planning. She had carefully positioned the candles to project a perfect silhouette on the opposite wall in the living room. In doing so, she had deliberately created a new medium for me to view. She lifted her hand, and crooked her finger, beckoning me to come to her. She knew I'd be watching, and waiting. When I got to the doorway, she was on the bed; legs curled under her provocatively to show her nude form from the front, but not being vulgar about it. Her upper body supported on her right side by her elbow, her right hand holding her tilted head. Her left hand was twirling her platinum blond locks. That's right...blond!

I leaned into the doorframe, crossing my legs at the ankles in a patient pose; other than my hard cock pointing at her. Quietly, I said, "Hello Amanda," letting Dawn know that I knew what she wanted, and I was willing to play along. Her eyes lit up as big as her smile. The more times I showed I really got what made her tick, the more excited she became.

She patted the bed with her left hand, saying, "Hello Dean. Why don't you come join me? I've waited a long time for this!"

Seeing Dawn in a blond wig gave her an entirely different persona. Not just because she was playing a part she fantasized about from a porn movie. Her aura was altered. While I loved the real, brunette version, this different model was equally exciting, but in a different way; one that I couldn't put my finger on. I know one of the things that helped her pull off the transformation was that she was clean shaven below, so there was no evidence that she wasn't a natural blond. But the sexual aura she was sending off was a totally different vibe from my Dawn. She was Amanda.

I started to close the door behind me as I walked into the bedroom,

"Leave it open Dean. Maybe we'll hear Sophie take care of Anthony while you take care of me!"

It was definitely out of character from the movie. Dawn was putting her own personal spin on the scene. An erotic re-write of sorts. I played along, pushing the door back to the original position before I turned and walked to the open side of the bed. If she wanted to direct her own happy ending, who was I to argue. But I couldn't help but smile when I thought of the overwhelming theme of the scene between Dean and Amanda. No matter how you edited or changed the direction, it all came down to two words: anal sex.

I slipped in next to 'Amanda's' body, moving behind her as she faced away from me. My cock nestled perfectly into the crack of her ass as we spooned together; a foreshadow not lost on her. 

"Oh, Dean, your cock is so hard. It feels so hot against my ass."

I cupped her breasts, pulling her tight against my body as I squeezed them; kneading the soft flesh in my big hands. I was rough as first, trying to get a sense of her sexual temperature. Did she want a suave and gentle Dean; or was she more interested in a rugged and dirty Dean?

"Oh God, that's it, baby. Maul my tits!"

Ah...Amanda wanted rugged and dirty. I was ready for that too. I had made love to Dawn many times already. That's what our being lovers were all about. But in the bawdy play in which I was about to make my thespian debut, the role I would be playing called for stepping out of that safe zone, and portraying a character more diverse. Dawn loved being loved; Amanda wanted fucked. I'm sure that Dawn had times where she wanted fucked too, but I wasn't with Dawn at the moment. I was with 'Amanda.'

I pawed harder at her luscious mounds, pulling and squeezing her nipples as I humped my cock in the crevice of her backside. 

"That feel's so bad, baby. It makes me feel so dirty!" 

"Are you a bad girl, Amanda?"

"I want to be. Make me be a bad girl, Dean. Make me be naughty!"

At first, I wasn't sure how I was supposed to 'make' her be naughty. I figured she was already there. But I knew where she wanted to end up with that scene. Maybe she needed to be sort of forced to do something so out of the norm. I wasn't sure, but my gut told me that with Dawn using words like 'make' and 'dirty' and 'maul', she wanted me to be more in control than to have this be a romp where we were on equal footing.

I grabbed Dawn and flipped her over onto her knees while I got on my back. I thought about grabbing her hair and kind of getting her where I wanted her to be, but I didn't want to pull the wig off by accident. Instead, I pushed her down by her shoulders and kind of growled at her.

"Suck my cock, Amanda. Suck it now!" 

It was a demand rather than a request. She squeaked a little as she felt my strong hands move her down my body. Grabbing my shaft, she took me gently into her mouth. Gentle wasn't going to do for Dean either. 

"Suck it! Don't play with it!" 

I grabbed the back of her head carefully so I wouldn't disturb the wig, but I pushed her head down forcefully onto my shaft, making her gag a little. I started humping my hips up, forcing more and more of my cock into her mouth. Dawn let out her own little growl as she tried to stuff more and more past her lips. 

When she was gasping and pulled up to take a breath, I swiftly changed positions and threw her on the bed on her back. Taking her legs and and flipping them up over my shoulders, I buried my slobbery cock deep into her pussy in one violent thrust. Dawn screamed out as I started pounding her. There was no doubt in my mind that Mark and Jill...or Anthony and Sophie, heard that.

I pumped into her hard, pinning her ankles near her head. Dawn was grunting with every thrust. I kept in mind the end game, wanting to make sure I was in control of my orgasm so I didn't screw up Dawn's fantasy. I knew her ass would be tight, and having not experienced anal before, I was a little nervous I'd shoot off to soon. I needed a way to transition to her ass. I needed a compelling reason for Dean to 'make' Amanda do it. She gave it to me with her pleading.

"Oh shit, Dean! Fuck my pussy. Fuck my pussy like I'm a dirty slut!"

Snapping totally into character, I shot her a nasty little grin.

"Dirty sluts don't want their pussies fucked, Amanda. They want their asses fucked!'

"Oh shit. Yes! Fuck my ass! Fuck me in the ass, Dean!"

First, I shoved a finger deep into her ass, and I smiled as it slipped easily in. Dawn had the good sense to take the time to pre-lube her rear entrance with some KY. I made an educated guess that she also gave herself an enema to clean herself out, considering the smutty ending her selected scene chose. That would explain the time it took for her to prepare herself after she and Jill had left the living room. But that was just a guess. I didn't really know at the time.

Finger fucking Amanda's ass for a moment, I slipped a second finger inside her tight hole, and then a third, all the while still fucking her glorious pussy. I got a glimpse of Dawn's sexual desires. The look on her face from having both of her holes stuffed, even with my fingers, said volumes. She loved it. It was time to see just how much she enjoyed having her ass full. Three fingers was just an appetizer. 

I pulled my fingers from Dawn's ass, and my cock from her pussy.

"Spread your cheeks, Amanda. Show me how much you want my cock in your ass!"

Dawn moved her hands quickly; faster than I think Amanda would have. Nonetheless, the split personality under me pulled those hard buns apart, offering her virgin hole for me. That, too, was a guess, but I felt a little surer on that one. I placed the tip of my cock against her rectum and slowly eased forward. As my fat head popped past her sphincter, Dawn's eyes almost popped out of her head.

She started sweating, and she was breathing erratically. 

"Calm down Amanda. I don't want you to pass out. Relax. I'll take it slow...at first!"

She was panting as I gave her another inch, and then another. Halfway in, I pulled out and slowly gave it back to her. 

"FUCK!" she said as I gave her a quick jab.

She was gritting and grinding her teeth, breathing through them like a mad dog. The drool was running out the sides of her mouth. It all seemed so primal. 

"MORE. GIVE ME MORE, DEAN!"

I obliged, shoving another inch of my wide shaft into her anal cavity. Dawn screamed out again, and pulled wider on her ass cheeks. I grabbed her ankles and spread her legs wider, giving me even more room. The fact that she was so well lubed helped me slide into her, but she was struggling with the girth of my flesh. I wasn't sure if she'd practiced with anything before, but if she had, it wasn't as wide as I was.

After ten minutes, I was finally buried all the way in Dawn's ass. Her eyes were glassy and shaking back and forth. I let her get used to the fullness and length for a moment. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt her. 

"All right, my dirty little slut. Are you ready to fuck?"

"Oh fuck yes, Dean. Fuck my ass! Fucking fuck my fucking ass, you ass fucker!" It was an interesting phrase, one I was sure my high school English teacher had never tried to dissect. But it made her point.

I pulled all the way out, and slowly pushed all the way back in. I continued, picking up the pace as I went. After a few minutes, I was hammering away at her back hole as hard as I had ever fucked a pussy. The tightness of her hole made my legs weak in the position I was in. With her bent over like she was, the angle of her body forced me to be slightly off my center, and I had to make up for lost leverage with sheer power. It was taking its toll.

I pulled out, and was surprised to see her asshole stay gaped open. 

"Oh shit...OH SHIT, DON'T STOP. Dean, put it BACK IN!"

"Get on your knees, Amanda! I want you from behind!"

Dawn flipped over onto her hands and knees, wiggling her ass a little, as if I needed any additional inspiration. 

Grabbing 'Amanda' by the hips, I pulled her onto my shaft as I shoved my hips forward. I immediately felt the difference in leverage, and started pounding her. My big balls slapped up under her body, making wet smacking sounds as they hit her pussy. I reached below and started playing with her clit, and Dawn reacted in an instant.

"I'm CUMMING DEAN!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. Again, I knew our roommates on the other side of the house heard that. Maybe even the neighbors down the block. 

I quickened my pace, and stroked her deep until she collapsed forward onto her chest. Dawn's orgasm ripped through her, the sweat running down from her lower back toward her shoulder blades. My balls started to ache, and I knew I wouldn't last much longer. The angle of Dawn's torso put more friction on the base of my cock, and made each move forward a new sensation in pleasure. 

I grabbed...mauled Dawn's tits, clawing at her protruding nubs. She reacted in kind, humping back into my groin as hard as she could.

"Come on baby! Give me your cum! GIVE ME YOUR FUCKING CUM!" 

I was happy to oblige. The moment of truth arrived. My balls started to contract, and I knew I was seconds away. Dawn knew it too. I wasn't sure what Amanda knew. The only question I had at that moment was; what would this wonderful woman I was fucking in the ass do, now that I was about to bring the fantasy to a close. Would Dawn just have me cum in her ass, or would she be Amanda to the end.

"I'M CUMMING AMANDA!" I shouted, giving her fair warning and wanting anyone within earshot to know. 

In my mind, I knew the end of that movie scene. It was the one I had etched indelibly in my head, other than the beach scene. Much like that, 'Amanda' pulled off, and flipped her body around in what would have been perfect unison to the tape. Her platinum hair floated in the air as she grabbed my cock and massaged my balls.

I wanted my own fantasy now.

"Suck my cock, Amanda. Suck it like the naughty, slutty girl you want to be!"

'Amanda' looked up into my eyes and took my cock deep into her mouth. Moaning around it, she took as much in as she could. Then she changed my ending, and I must say, for the better. Amanda became Dawn, as she pulled off the wig to reveal her long brunette tresses. I grabbed her head and held it, running my fingers through her hair as I started bursting.

"Fuck, Dawn...that is SO HOT!" I screamed as I filled her mouth. 

Just like the movie, she let my load flow past her lips and run down her chin to her chest. I was so worked up I was able to shoot my normal load, much to her delight. Spent, I finally fell back onto the mattress. Dawn jumped on top of me and started kissing me, rubbing my cum between us, making me taste my seed. She knew I didn't care, and that turned her on more.

Behind us, I heard clapping in the doorway. Looking back over my head, Jill stood there, still in her red wig and her leather outfit.

"That was so fucking hot, Dawn. Thanks for letting me watch!" It certainly became clear why Dawn wanted me to leave the door open. I don't know how long Jill had been standing there, but it was obviously a very long time. I was stunned, and was about to say something, but I didn't have time. We apparently had somewhere we had to be...right away.

"Our turn!" Dawn said, grabbing my hand. 

I was having trouble walking, but Dawn helped me by pulling at my dick to lead me.

"We're not going to watch for long," Dawn whispered to Jill. 

Jill nodded, knowing it was late, and Dawn and I needed some sleep. She had left her own door open so Mark could hear us. He couldn't see what we were doing because he was tied up, spread eagle on their bed, and also because 'Sophie' had blindfolded him. Dawn and I stopped at the doorway, not wanting to enter the sanctity of their room. It seemed a little silly, and yet it was entirely the right thing to do. After all, Jill had done the same. We were invited to watch; nothing more.

Jill went to her bed and leaned down to Mark.

"Did you hear them, baby. Neil really fucked Dawn's ass. She was so hot in that blond wig I got her. And she did it, baby. She took his cock straight from her ass and sucked him in her mouth. It was the hottest thing I've ever seen! God, he cums so much, baby. I can't believe how much he can shoot. I bet you want to shoot too, don't you!"

We saw Mark nod. She was teasing him, playing with his nipples while she rubbed her hand on his thigh. His hard cock was straining. 

"Would you like to fuck my ass someday? I bet you would. Maybe I'll let you. I've been thinking about it. Seeing Dawn do it for the first time, it makes me want to try it too. Would you like that, baby? Do you want to fuck me in my ass?"

Mark nodded again. I don't know if he couldn't talk, or if there was something in his mouth that wouldn't let him. It was hard to see.

"Would you like me to be a dirty slut and let you cum in my mouth like that? After it's been in my ass? That is so naughty...it's so filthy. It would make me feel like such a slut. Do you want me to be your slut? Come on Anthony. Tell me you want me to be your slut."

"Be my slut, Sophie!"

Jill looked at us and winked. She got up on the bed in a facing him, spreading her ass cheeks over his hard cock. We could see the pink bud of her ass shimmer in the candle light. Dawn stroked my cock as she leaned into me, trying to reach my ear. 

"She's going to do it. She lubed her ass too!"

Dawn was right. Lining up, Jill placed the tip of Mark's cock against her ass with her hand, and she sank down slowly over it in one continuous motion. She screamed out as the shaft ripped into her backside. I wondered why she hadn't taken more time, but figured since she was in control of the force, she must be able to handle it. She started ramming herself up and down on his shaft, making her hair on her wig bounce wildly, along with her big tits.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 06



She reached up to remove his blindfold, looking over her shoulder as she did. That was our cue. Dawn reached up and grabbed the doorknob, and we stepped back as she slowly closed the door. 

We stopped in the kitchen for a drink of water and a quick snack. Then it was back to her room. We took the time to brush our teeth before heading to bed.

Curling up with Dawn, we fell into a spooning position. My cock nestled into that familiar crack of her ass, and I was fully hard in seconds. 

"Oh, Neil, your cock is so hard. It feels so hot against my ass."

I cupped her breasts again, just as before, pulling her tight against my body as I squeezed them; kneading the soft flesh in my big hands. I was being gentle this time, trying to get a sense of her sexual temperature. Did she want suave and gentle Neil; or was she more interested in rugged and dirty Neil?

"Oh God, that's it, lover. Play with my tits!"

I lifted her leg, and felt her pussy. She was soaked. I was going to put my cock there, but thought better of it. While I was certain she had cleaned herself out, I hadn't had a chance to clean my cock, other that her sucking me. I started to get up, but Dawn stopped me. 

"I know what you're thinking, lover. And I'm glad you're the kind of lover that thinks of those kinds of things. We can shower together later, but let's not kill the mood. Why don't you just fuck my ass?"

Obviously Dawn liked anal sex. Or else she was just being practical. She reached over to the drawer next to her bed and pulled out the KY tube she must have used earlier and handed it to me. 

"Here lover, be a dear and grease your pole again. I want this nice and smooth, all the way on the first plunge!"

I spread the jelly liberally over my shaft, and even put some on the tip of her used bud. I slipped my finger in to the first knuckle and twisted it, making Dawn squirm. She reached back and grabbed her right ass cheek, pulling it up for me as I lined up my cock.

I gave her what she wanted, my full shaft all the way to the balls on my first push. She had me let go of her leg so she could squeeze her thighs together, which only made her that much tighter. 

We went slowly, with me moving forward as she moved her hips backwards. It was a grinding, loving anal adventure. I played with her nipples, my left arm worming under her body to toy with them from underneath. My right hand found her clit, gently massaging it in time with our thrusts. 

In the background, we could hear Sophie fucking Anthony. Jill was screaming as she came hard. We couldn't hear Mark, and that didn't surprise me, or Dawn. I smiled and wondered how long their 'scene' would last.

Dawn and I fucked each other for quite a while. I don't know how much time really elapsed. But it was another two orgasms for Jill, finally followed by Mark announcing his long awaited release. It could have been 10 minutes; or it could have been an hour. It didn't seem to matter.

Dawn was just finishing her third little orgasm, and I knew she was tiring. She didn't want to say anything to me, but I knew it. Since I was tired too, for the first time since we started, I changed the pace.

"Oh good...I was beginning to think you were going to fuck me all night!"

"Don't tempt me lover. It's taken me 27 years to get into a tight ass. And you know how much I love your ass. Maybe I just don't want it to end."

"It's okay; take your time, lover. And I'm glad you love my ass. It makes me feel so much better knowing that you're an ass man."

I wasn't going to take my time. Once I started fucking her faster, my balls felt the difference. I was cumming in seconds. Dawn held still as I filled her ass with my sperm.

"God, I can feel your cock pumping. It feels so hot! I never knew my ass would be so sensitive!"

"So you like this?" I said, squeezing her breast, talking about our new shared interest in anal sex.

"I like you, lover."

We laid together, breathing as one. My cock was still buried in her back side, fighting to stay hard. It was late, we drifting off to sleep still coupled; ready to pick up in the morning where we left off.



Ann: A Love Story Ch. 07



Bright sunshine filled the bedroom; particles of dust floating about in the sunbeams that snuck through the cracks past the drawn curtains. It was much later than I would have normally gotten up, but that didn't bother me. Dawn and I had been pushing ourselves, cramming as much sexual adventure as we could into the short time we had together. We needed some rest just to have the energy to continue. 

What concerned me wasn't the lateness. No matter the time, it was still morning, and we didn't have a game until 3:00. That left us lots of time together. What caught me off guard was what woke me up. It wasn't the light that filled the room. It was the agonizing scream coming from the other end of the house. It was Mark, and he was yelling in pain.

Dawn sat straight up in bed, her big tits swaying back and forth, covered with the white flaky residue of my dried cum.

"What the fuck is that?" she said, listening to another scream.

"Shhh. Listen," I said, trying to strain my ears.

Just before the next outburst from Mark, we heard a loud slap. It was the unmistakable sound of an open hand hitting a fleshy part of a body.

"Sounds to me like Mark is getting spanked," I said with a smirk.

"You mean Anthony," Dawn said with a smile. 

"Thank God I got Amanda instead of Sophie," I said kissing Dawn on the forehead. 

I was hard, and Dawn felt for my cock to make sure. Having been in her ass twice the night before, and both of us being a mess, Dawn pulled at my dick.

"Let's take a shower and get cleaned up. I need fucked!"

We didn't go into the shower to fuck. We were too busy scrubbing ourselves thoroughly clean. Plus, we wanted to get back to bed. So we avoided any intimate contact, save a few innocent bumps and rubs, and some kissing. But that time together did give us a chance to talk about the night before.

"How long have you and Jill..." It wasn't an easy question to ask, but I had to know.

"I wondered how long it would take you to ask that question. Last night was the first time; and the last. I'm not that into girls. Jill seems to be though."

"Did you enjoy it?" 

"Well, I enjoyed her eating me. I wouldn't say I necessarily enjoyed eating her, but I didn't hate it. It's just not my thing."

"So why did you do it?"

"Well, for one, I wanted to confirm it wasn't my thing. I've been watching that movie for three months. We both have. And to say I wasn't intrigued would be a lie. So, I kind of wanted to know what that felt like, and make sure I wasn't missing anything."

"So, you won't ever do it again?"

"I never said that. But not with Jill."

"Why not Jill?" I asked.

"Because she's into it, and that would be dangerous. I don't need that; not with me living under the same roof. As for the future, I wouldn't be looking for it, but you never know. I never thought I'd do it with Jill, so I can't honestly say I'd never do it again."

"What's the other reason you did it?"

"She asked me."

"Oh. So it's just that easy to get you to do something sexual. Just ask."

"For you, lover, the answer will always be yes," she said laughing.

"Seriously, what's the other reason you did it?"

Dawn stood up from washing her lower legs, gazing into my eyes.

"Like I said, we'd each been watching that tape for months. I'm surprised the thing isn't worn out. But Jill and I never watched it together until a month ago. It was in the machine, and she thought it was a normal movie. I had forgotten to take it out, but she thought she was the one that forgot. She got all embarrassed and started to apologize.

Dawn moved to me, and started washing my back, soaping up my shoulders.

"I told her it was my fault, and I blushed. Anyway, we had a big laugh, and decided to watch it together. It was a girl thing. We started reciting the lines as they came up, and play acting what we knew was coming up next. We both knew the entire thing so well, we were comparing thoughts, and finishing each other's sentences."

"When did you come up with actually living it out?"

"Well, that was really Jill, at least to start with. We each had parts we liked better than others, and oddly, hers were always different than mine. I loved the facial scene, and of course, Amanda and Dean. She loved the beach scene. Like I said, I think she's probably Bi."

"And that concerns you?"

"Fuck no. I think it's cool. I just don't need a jealousy thing with Mark."

Dawn moved to my lower back, and started rubbing her hands on my ass.

"Anyway, Jill was totally obsessed with Sophie. I was okay with that. I thought it was cool how we could see the same movie, and both love it, but were drawn to totally different parts. That's what made it so special for both of us"

I turned my body, and my rigid cock slapping against Dawn's abdomen. She smiled as she soaped up her hand and re-washed my already clean cock.

"Jill made a comment one night when we were watching it. She said she wanted to be Sophie with Mark. Like I said, she was a little obsessed with it. It evolved from there. She wanted to find a way to get Mark to let her do it. I made a comment about how I'd like to be Amanda with some guy. How I always wanted to try anal, but needed a reason to do it that MADE me do it. I knew I'd chicken out if it was just me."

"I'm glad you didn't," I said a said as I kissed her forehead.

"Me too, lover," she said as she squeezed my slippery prick, "This thing felt amazing in my ass." 

Being soaped up, and talking about her ass, I couldn't resist her temptation any longer. I spun Dawn around and she threw her hands onto the shower wall as she spread her legs. I put the tip against her back door, and she squealed in delight as I pushed the head past her tight anal ring. 

"Fuck my ass, Neil. I want to finish my story while you fuck me like Amanda!"

I leaned in as Dawn pushed her body back. It was much easier to fuck her ass now. She'd gotten used to the size, and the pain seemed minimal, if there was any at all. 

"God...I'm such a slut!" she said as I started humping her.

"No you're not. You're just a great lover. And I love that about you!"

Dawn knew I was defending her honor. I couldn't very well call her a slut, if that's how I had come to categorize my ex. She sighed as I caressed her breasts, while I slowly pumped my cock deep into her ass. Collecting her thoughts, Dawn tried to finish her story. 

"So, one day, Jill comes home with a bunch of bags. Mark's gone, and she goes into her room, and comes out dressed as Sophie. I was holding a beer, and I almost did a spit take. I asked her what she was doing, and she said she wasn't going to chicken out...and she threw me the blond wig at me and said, 'neither are you, Amanda'."

Hearing Amanda's name made me lurch forward. I pumped into Dawn's ass harder, making her cry out just a little. But it was a cry of pleasure. "Oh, fuck. That feels so fucking good, Neil. I can't believe I love getting my ass fucked. I waited way too long to try this!"

"So did I, Dawn. And I'm a lot older than you are."

The age difference popped into my head again. It was the one and only true hang up I had with her. Over the short, sex crazed weekend, it was never going to be a problem. But I was smart enough to know that once the initial sexual intensity started to fade a bit, like it does in every relationship, we'd need more to fall back on besides softball. And we both knew that wasn't there. 

That knowledge was allowing us to have the incredible fun we were having, and helped us heal each other along the way. 

"Jill came up with this idea that we could act out the movie, using Mark. She thought it would be a great way for us to live out the fantasies we both had. The problem was, I didn't want to fuck Mark. And I wasn't sure about the lesbian thing. She worked on me the next couple of weeks, trying to convince me to do it. I was interested in a way, but I couldn't get past the Mark thing; it bothered me."

"So how DID you get past that?"

"Well, at first, I was able to get her to see that because the movie starting out with Sophie, it was going to be hard to get Mark to do it. She saw my logic; that part of the play acting would need to come later, and that threw her plan out the window. I thought that would make the whole thing go away. But she came home with the bikinis next."

"So she tricked you?"

"In a way, I suppose. I didn't fight it anymore. I warmed up to the idea of Mark being involved, but I told her I didn't want him to be the guy who fucked my ass the first time. I wanted that to be someone special. It needed to be someone that I would have a great memory of every time I might do it afterwards."

"Wow, I'm honored!" I said as I plowed deeper into her ass, making my point, "I know I'll think of you too, lover."

"When went into the bathroom at the restaurant last night, I was the one that brought it up. I told her if she ever wanted it to happen, it needed to be now, because I wanted you to be the one to take my ass. She got all excited, and that's when we came up with the plan to drive home together. That allowed us time to talk about the specifics of what we were going to do."

"So why the no fucking rule when we swapped? Not that I mind. I really didn't want to. But was it because you didn't want to fuck Mark?"

"Partly...I'm sure it would cause problems, no matter what Mark said. But the truth is I didn't want you to fuck Jill. You're mine this weekend, and I didn't want to share you. I know that sounds selfish..."

I pulled out and turned Dawn around, kissing her wildly.

"I'm so glad. It means the world to me that you're possessive of me right now. It makes me feel so wanted."

"That's because you are, lover." Dawn knew we were done in the shower. She grabbed the soap and washed my cock one more time, cleaning me thoroughly.

"I want you too, Dawn," I said, kissing her once more.

We got out of the shower and quickly dried off. Dawn took my hand and pulled me to her bed, but she stopped at the closet first. Pulling out a new fitted sheet, she changed the bed bottom.

"Fresh lovers deserve fresh sheets, don't you think?" she said as she started to put it the new one on.

I grabbed the other side to help, which made her smile.

"A man who helps make the bed. You're making me wet."

"Man, I hope that really isn't the reason. I make my own bed at home. I hate to think it has that effect on my Mom." 

Dawn giggled as she ran around the bed to slug me in the arm. Then she tackled me onto her mattress, landing on top of me. We were sideways on the bed, my feet still on the floor. She kissed me, rubbing her nipples all over my chest as she dug her tongue into my throat. Reaching between my body and hers, she grabbed my shaft to confirm it was still hard. I'd been hard all weekend, so I couldn't see why she would think it would be any different then. Moving her body back, she lined up my cock with her pussy and slowly sank herself onto my shaft.

"God, Neil, it feels like forever since you've been in my pussy. I feel so fucking full!"

"You're tight, lover. Are you sure I'm not still in your ass?" I said with a smile.

She giggled. "I've never heard anything that sounded so naughty and sweet at the same time. Now lie still. You've been doing most of the work this weekend. It's time for me to give you a ride."

Dawn put her hands on my chest, digging her nails slightly into my pecs. Moving her rump, she started off trying to find a pace that suited her, and settled in on one that I'd describe as mid range. I knew she could go faster, but at least she wasn't teasing in her strokes. Staring up into those amazing eyes, the colors would change as the light struck her irises, and I became lost in them.

My cock felt alive, the thick veins pulsing blood toward the thicker purplish head. Dawn was pulling up to the very edge of the mushroom cap, and then dropping down, meshing her groin with mine. We were slick with our combined juices, and I could see the milky white froth churning as we mixed them together and heated them up with our friction.

Leaning forward, Dawn changed her body angle, and dragged her swollen nipples across my chest. Her elbows were by my head, and I pulled up to suck on the nape of her neck. 

"You know just where I love to be licked, lover!" she said as she turned her face to give me better access. 

I brushed her long brunette hair from my target, flicking my tongue over her soft skin.

"I know baby, but my tongue can't reach your pussy from here."

She laughed. "Yes it can. With your wonderful cock in me, every time you lick me there it feels like it's on my clit."

"There's a talent I didn't know I had."

"You've got lots of them, lover. Every time we do this, you find something knew that drives me wild."

I reached behind her, pulling at her ass, stretching her cheeks wide to expose her hole.

"Like that. Fuck that feels good!" she said.

I reached up with my right hand and placed it against her lips. Her dark eyes went steely blue as she sucked in my three fingers, taking them like a cock in her mouth. She bobbed her head over them as I held them still, making her do the work. I was still molding her butt cheek with my other hand, and those eyes told me she knew what I was going to do, and she wanted it.

I moved my hand back to Dawn's ass, and I felt her body quiver just a little in anticipation. Sucking in her breath as I placed my middle digit against her ass; Dawn nodded her head ever so slightly, telling me she wanted me to do it. 

I slid my finger in to the second knuckle, and started twisting it to give her a different sensation. Dawn squirmed a little, and humped me more emphatically. It was the same rhythm, but she was much more forceful on the down stroke when she dropped her body onto my pelvis. Shoving my finger in farther, I started moving it in and out of Dawn's ass in time with her humping on me.

The second finger caused Dawn to pause in mid stroke.

"Shit! That feels so hot, Neil! I love how you know what to do to me!"

It wasn't hard. Anything I did seemed to work with Dawn. I'm sure that's oversimplifying it, but she made me feel like I could do no wrong. As lover's go, she was a pretty agreeable sort.

The third finger was deceptive. I'd put the three fingers together as she pulled up, and held my wrist firm, locking it so that when she fell down onto my prick, she impaled herself on the three digits instead of two. Dawn froze, and she started to cum. It wasn't earth shaking, but it was the start. More of a tremor, but it told of things to come. The shock of just that third finger rammed all the way into her tight ass, made her unable to move for a moment. So I took a little of the control back and moved my hips down just a tad, while pulling my hand out slightly from her back door. Shoving my hips and hand in unison, I lifted her off her knees. Not far, but enough to get her attention. 

I wiggled my fingers in her ass, and was able to feel my cock through the thin membrane that separated her holes. Dawn felt it too, and she began cumming uncontrollably. She fell down onto my chest, breathing hard as I tried to fuck her. But she was still immobile, bound by the ties of her orgasm. So much for her doing all the work!

I leaned up and wrapped my arms around her. Dawn grabbed my neck, and held on as I stood up with her still skewered on my prick. I turned, holding her tight with my right arm. With my left, I grabbed a couple of pillows and stacked them at the edge of the bed. I placed her on her back with her ass propped by the pillows to give me access. I wouldn't have to bend my knees. Standing next to the bed, I had her in a position that would give me maximum leverage.

Moving my arms back, I hooked my elbows under Dawn's knees, bringing her legs up. I bent her over, holding her thighs close together as her ankles rested on my right shoulder. I leaned forward, pressing harder against her thighs, trying to go deeper than I had ever gone in her tight, sweet pussy. 

We worked together like that for a little while. Well, I worked, and Dawn took it, so we worked 'together' in a fairly loose sense of the word. Dawn was cumming again, and I was starting to get closer. I stood upright again, after doing my best to fold her over in half. I wouldn't say she was happy that I changed position and tempo, but she didn't argue either, as she knew something good was likely to come from it. Since folding her in half was so successful, my next thought was to split her in half. 

I took Dawn by the ankles and pushed her legs down toward the edge of the bed, holding her knees locked straight by the angle I held them. Dawn naturally tried to let them come out past my body in a more natural position, but I held them even with the edge of the bed. But once I got her legs level with her ass, I slowly eased them back toward the bed further. My hands slid up her legs, moving from her ankles inward toward her knees, making sure to stay on her calves so she couldn't bend them.

Each time I time I rammed into her soaked snatch, I pushed her legs toward her. It wasn't long before Dawn was held in a total split position, her body forming an upside down 'T" from where I was standing. The way her pussy was molded around my shaft created a totally new sensation in my groin. I loved it, and Dawn went nuts.

"Holy fucking shit! Fuck me, Neil. FUCK ME!"

I did. And it didn't last long. Every drive into her hole was tighter and harder to get into. She was squeezing her vagina walls, gripping at my cock. I wasn't sure if it was deliberate on her part, or an involuntary byproduct of how I'd manipulated her body. But it worked.

I announced my pending orgasm, and Dawn was pretty specific about what she wanted.

"Cum in my pussy, lover! Cum in my PUSSY!"

I leaned forward one last time, holding my cock as deep as I could as my balls spewed their contents up my shaft and into her waiting womb. My hands slipped down, and I caught her knees again with my elbows. Dawn was able to bend them now, but she was trying not to. She was cumming with me, and she was pointing her toes as she released her own. 

"I can't believe you just did that to me!" Dawn said as I pulled out and fell to my knees in exhaustion.

"Me either," came the call from the bleacher section that was the doorway.

Jill was standing there, just as she had the night before, still dressed as Sophie. But she was a little more disheveled after what had to be a wild night.

"Thanks for leaving the door open, guys. I loved the show. Anyone for some brunch? I'm cooking."

"Sure," Dawn said, looking over her shoulder.

"That would be great. Of course, that's if I'm not too full," I said. 

"Not too full? What are you talking about?" Jill asked, wondering how that made any sense at all.

I yanked the pillows from under Dawn's hips, making her body drop to my face. Grabbing Dawn at her upper thighs, I pulled her to the very edge of the bed and pushed her legs high and wide. I winked at Jill as I leaned forward, and began to eat my load from Dawn's sexy little pussy.

"Well fuck me!" Jill said as she watched in amazement. 

Dawn looked over her shoulder and said, "Isn't he just he best fucking man you've ever seen in your life! Oh FUCK...I'm CUMMING SOPHIE!"

Just the thought of what I was doing made Dawn explode. Not only did I get a mouthful of her sweet juice, I got globs of my own spunk to swallow. I held a large mixture toward the end of that brief epilog of our morning fuck, and moved up to kiss her. Dawn knew it was coming.

"Oh, lover...you brought me a present!"

We shared a cum-filled kiss before I helped her up. She walked over to her closet and pulled a couple of robes. Handing me one, she got on her toes and kissed me again.

"Neil, you never stop amazing me. Just when I think you've done everything sexy I can think of, you do something else. I still can't believe you just did that."




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 07



"Did what?" I said, wanting her to say it.

"You sucked your cum out of me. That is so fucking hot!"

"Let me get this straight. You have no problem taking my cock, right after I've plowed you in the ass, and sucking it into your mouth until I cum. But what I just did is out of the ordinary?" 

"Well, when you put it like that!" she said with a little laugh.

We walked out to the kitchen to find 'Sophie' busy finishing up brunch. It was actually breakfast; eggs, bacon, sausage links, hash browns, pancakes and toast, all spread out on the bar for us buffet style. But since it was almost 11:00, we went with brunch. As Jill put more eggs on the plate, standing in her black leather outfit and long black heeled boots, I couldn't help but smile. 

"Sophie, you might be the sexiest dominatrix chef I've ever had cook me breakfast," I said as I took a plate.

Jill had taken her plate and was already at the table eating. She nodded as she took the fork from her mouth, being polite not to talk while she was eating.

"Thanks, Neil. Did you enjoy the show last night?"

"Hell, yes. I have to tell you, you two have a very good eye for detail. It was amazing how well you pulled that off; and without any practice."

Jill blushed. "I wouldn't say that. I've done that scene dozens of times when no one was around. I WAS amazed at how well Dawn did her part, though. That was new."

"Was it what you hoped it would be?" I asked. Dawn sat up a little in her chair, the virtual pins and needles taunting her as she wondered what the answer would be to a question she didn't have the nerve to even bring up.

"It was better. Dawn, you were amazing. I know that was way out of your comfort zone, and I know you had a lot of reservations. But you were great, and I love you for doing it for me."

"You're welcome, sis. And if it's any consolation, I know I'll have a few erotic dreams about that pussy of yours."

They didn't say any more about it, and I was fairly certain they wouldn't in the future. It was going to be tucked away as a naughty memory between the two of them, under the guise of a performance treat for two horny guys. And that made me wonder.

"Where's Mark?"

"Who?" Jill asked, looking up from her empty plate with a twinkle in her eye.

She got up and walked to the kitchen, washing it off in the sink and placing it in the dishwasher.

"Mark. Where is he?"

Jill grabbed a tray from a cupboard and set it on the counter. Picking up another plate, she started piling food onto it. She looked up and saw I wasn't getting it, so she put down the plate and walked to the side of the bar so her entire body was in view. Striking a sexy pose, she reached up and ran her fingers through the reddish strands of the wig.

"I'm sorry. I don't know who you're talking about."

I smiled. "No...it was my mistake. I meant Anthony. Where is he?"

"Oh. He's still in the bedroom. He was having some trouble getting out of bed this morning."

Dawn played along, saying "Too tired?" 

"Too tied," Jill said with a haunting laugh as she took the tray back to her bedroom.

Dawn and I had some more to eat as we sat quietly, listening to the sounds of Sophie feeding Anthony his brunch. Jill had left the door open, but we really had no desire to peek. We'd seen enough the night before, and so we were content with the audio version.

Dawn and I cleaned up the kitchen for Jill. It was the least we could do for the wonderful spread she made us. While we worked, I was prepared for some carefree small talk to divert us from the sounds coming from the back room. Dawn got melancholy instead.

"Neil?"

"Yes, lover."

"When do you have to leave?" she said, looking up at me.

"When do you want me to leave?" I asked, trying to make light what we knew was fast coming to an end all too soon. 

Dawn smiled, but not as bright as I'd become used to. "I'm afraid you don't want me to answer that question honestly." 

"I know, Dawn. I feel the same way. But we both know..."

"Yes, I do. So let's not say it, okay. So really, when do you have to leave?"

"I have to be at work at 7:00 in the morning, and it's a three hour drive."

"So, you're leaving right after the game, huh?"

"What? Hell no, baby. I've already come to terms with the fact that tomorrow is going to suck, on a whole lot of levels. Lack of sleep is going to be one of them. I want every second I can get with you before I have to go."

"So...what time is that?"

"Well, the only real thing I'm worried about is falling asleep on the way home. So it can't be ridiculously late. I was thinking in the neighborhood of 11:00. That will get me home around 2:00. I'll just have to take a nap after work."

Dawn perked up. She was mentally going through how much time we really had left. It was less than 12 hours, which seemed like a lot of time, and nowhere near enough. Death row inmate was what came to mind. But Dawn was looking at a half full glass, and challenged me once again.

"You know, we have to win this game at 3:00."

I wanted to win. But at this point, it was more important personally to me to be with Dawn after it was over. I didn't get what she meant.

"It's double elimination, Neil. We have to win the first game, so we don't have to play a second one."

Now I WAS motivated, and she saw it. Suddenly, winning took on a whole new importance for me. It wasn't about the trophy. It was about the time we had left together.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Dawn had spelled it out very succinctly. We needed to win that first game for us to have more time together. As those words sank in, I suddenly had that determined game face on, psyching myself up to play. I'm as competitive as the come on the field, and I'd won way more than I'd lost in my life. But I'd never played for stakes that seemed so important to me. 

I felt a hand slip through the robe I was wearing, searching for my cock, which wasn't hard to find. Playfully stroking it, Dawn scooted her chair closer to mine.

"Easy, lover. We still have a few hours BEFORE the game. Let's not waste those."

We kissed, and the tender moment was broken by another loud slap, followed by a hair-raising scream coming from the back room. We looked at each other, and practically read each other's minds.

"We got to get out of here," Dawn said. I was nodding as she said it.

"Where do you want to go?" I asked her.

"Well, we have about three hours. But I want to spend it together, not around other people."

"Me too. Do you have any ideas?"

She shook her head.

"Do they have a Turkish bath around here?"

"A what?" Dawn asked, like I'd just requested an all expenses paid trip to Mars.

"I don't know," I said with a laugh, "I was just thinking about how nice it would be to get a massage and a steam bath. I'm sore. I'm not sure why that popped in my head. I kind of scared myself with that one. But I can't sit here and listen to Mark screaming for the next couple of hours."

Dawn's eyes lit up.

"How about a Jacuzzi?"

"That would be great. Do you know somebody that has one?"

"Well, not exactly. But I know the perfect place...I just don't have the money right now."

Dawn lost that little glimmer, and I picked up her up, just like a teammate should.

"I just got done asking you about a Turkish bath, babe. I can't believe that even came into my mind. I guess it just sounded better than saying a massage parlor. But neither one would have been free. So I'm asking, what do you have in mind, lover?"

Dawn told me about a local hotel that was very close to Mark's on the West Side of Ann Arbor. It's not a chain, but it's like a local legend, especially their prime rib dinners. But the part that made it so attractive to us is that they have a lot of rooms that had Jacuzzi's right in the rooms. 

"Go make the call, lover. See if we can get in."

Dawn went to the kitchen counter and picked up the phone. In ten minutes, we had a reservation. Hanging up, she jumped into my arms.

"Oh my GOD! I've always wanted to stay there. The room's ready now. Let's go!"

As we packed up what we needed for the game, she grabbed some other things and threw them in another bag. We were out the door in 10 minutes and literally in the hotel lobby in fifteen. I had handed my credit card to the girl at the receptionist desk. Dawn was next to me, holding on to my arm.

"You know, Dawn, were not really staying here," I said, trying to make sure she didn't have any misunderstanding.

"I know. But it didn't sound very ladylike to say I've always wanted to fuck here." 

I cracked up, more because the girl overheard her than anything else. She looked up from the paperwork she was filling out.

"Uh...do you want the room for the night?"

"Do I get a discount if I say no?"

"No. We're not that kind of hotel, sir."

"Do you have beds?"

"Of course," she said, like I'd just returned from Mars.

"Then trust me, you're that kind of hotel. Just because you're upscale, doesn't mean people aren't checking in here just to fuck."

She turned red, and Dawn snickered.

"Don't worry. I'll take the room for the night," I said to the girl, who was trying to find a foxhole to duck in to.

As I signed for the room, Dawn got a look at the charge. Her hand covered her mouth in shock, and she whispered, "Neil, that's too much to spend on me."

"I'm not spending it on you, lover. I'm spending it on us, and a memory. And sometimes, the better the memory, the more it costs." Dawn let out a little sigh, and so did the girl behind the desk. She handed me the key, and I thanked her. 

Dawn and I went out and drove around to the entrance nearest our room. We went up the back elevator with our bags, making out like teenagers as we waited for our floor.

"I can't believe you said that to her," Dawn said as we walked down the hall.

"Why? You're the one who said you always wanted to fuck here. I just made sure she knew I had an amazing girl on my arm, and I have every intention of fucking her. I bet she'll be thinking about that for a while."

"So will I! But what are you going to do with the room tonight though? It seems like such a waste of money."

"Stop that. Besides, I want you, and I'm not sure I could have functioned if I had to hear any more of Sophie and Anthony."

"I hear you. That was getting strange."

My little light bulb popped on in my head, and Dawn saw the 100-watt glow.

"What?" she asked.

"I know what to do with the room.'

"What's that?"

"You and I have some fun now, and then, after the game, we give it to Mark and Jill as a thank you. And that will let us spend the rest of the night together alone at your place, unless you'd rather come back here."

"No...that's perfect. You're right. We'll both be more comfortable there. We'd get the house all to ourselves, like it was ours! And it would be a nice gift for Jill and Mark. I don't think they've ever been here either, and they'd get to spend the night."

I put the key in the door to open it. "Plus, your place is closer to my home, so I won't have as long a drive."

"Yeah, by like five minutes," Dawn said with a chuckle 

"Five minutes longer I get to be with you, lover," I said as I kissed her at the threshold of the suite. I thought about carrying her over it, but that seemed a little too trite. She seemed relieved that I didn't. Instead, I took her hand and led her inside. It was a beautiful room on the top floor. Inside, there was a King-sized bed, and a very nice sized Jacuzzi already simmering at the proper temperature to sooth aches and pains. I closed the door, but didn't lock it. I didn't see the need at the moment, since it was so early in the day, but it never really crossed my mind. I was too focused on finally being alone with my lover. I took Dawn into my arms, and we embraced for the longest time. Just holding each other, feeling each other breathe. I felt needed, and wanted. It was amazing that I was in a hotel room with a woman I'd known less than 48 hours, and yet I felt I'd known her forever. I was also amazed we hadn't ripped each other's clothes off the moment I shut the door.

Finally, we both pulled back to look at each other. I was going to ask Dawn what she wanted to do, but she took the lead. 

"Take off your clothes lover, and turn down the sheets. I'll be out in a minute."

I wasn't sure what to expect. The last time she went into the bathroom like that, she came out in a blond wig with an ass greased to go. Of course, she could just as easily come out with a red wig too. I shivered at the thought of that.

I was lying on the bed, trying to look as sexy as possible, and failing miserably. It's amazing how women can lounge nude pretty much any way they want to, and pull it off and look so sensuous and alluring with seemingly minimal effort. When a guy does it, he just looks like a dork. It's a case where a guy would look so much better with just a little more on, or if he was partially covered. 

And that's what I did. Lying on my side, I covered my privates and lower leg with the sheet, and I had my upper leg slightly bent. I was looking towards the bathroom with my hand holding up my head. It appeared to be the right decision. When Dawn peeked her head around the corner, she actually caught breath.

"You are such a sexy man," she said as she growled at me. I doubt she would have thought that if I'd just been posing naked.

Walking out from behind the wall, Dawn was now naked, which I expected. She also had put her hair up showing her long shapely neck. It astounded me how different so looked, and how that subtle little alteration changed the mood of both of us. She was breathtaking, and I had to tell her.

"Dawn, you take my breath away," I said as she walked toward me. 

She flashed her killer smile. In her hands was a large bottle of baby oil, and some towels. She threw several bath towels near the Jacuzzi, and brought hand towels with her to the bed. Crawling up on the massive bed with me, she leaned down and kissed me, pulling at the sheet to reveal my straining hard on.

"Is that for me?" she said in mock surprise.

"It's not only for you, it's because of you, lover."

"Well, you'll have to wait a little bit. On your stomach, babe."

I did as she wanted, but asked what we were doing.

"You wanted to go to a Turkish bath."

"That was just a silly idea. I don't even know what a Turkish bath is, really."

"Well, you mentioned a steam bath, and we're substituting the Jacuzzi for that. But you also mentioned a message, and that's something I can do. So lie still and let me take care of those sore muscles."

Dawn spent the next 15 minutes giving me a deep body massage. It wasn't intended to be sexual, but it was. She worked on every part of my body she could touch, and I was totally oiled up when she finished. I'd never felt anything like it.

"Flip over, lover," she said with a Swedish accent.

"You'll need the blond wig for that accent," I said with a smile.

"Not necessarily. There's a brunette in ABBA." 

She had me there. 

Dawn gave me the same treatment on the front as she did on the back, carefully avoiding my bobbing hard on. I had to admit, she was really, really good. I was relaxed, and definitely felt looser. 

"There. Feel better?" she asked as she sat up on her knees; hands on her thighs.

"Considerably. Now it's your turn!" 

I sprang up and gently moved Dawn to her stomach, and started working on her lithe body. Starting at her shoulders, I put some baby oil between the blades. I used far too much to start, but I worked it down her body using my hands as a squeegee. I loved massaging her back, feeling her muscles actually loosen up from the kneading my fingers were doing. The way she would moan made my cock flinch several times.

I have to admit, it was hard when I got to her firm ass. I wanted to slide my rigid cock between her legs so bad, but I knew I needed to finish. With my prick pulsing as I moved down her body, I dribbled my own lotion onto her skin, rubbing it in, slickening her up. When I finished with her feet, I had her flip over.

The look in Dawn eyes was hypnotic. Her lids were heavy; mere slits letting little light in. But her irises were glowing, like cat's eyes in the dark. I started at her feet where I left off, and worked my way up oiling and rubbing along the way. Following her lead, I carefully avoided her crotch, even though she subconsciously spread her legs wider to allow me access. 

Dawn's flat stomach and rib cage took some time, making sure I didn't skip any area there. I did move past her chest, moving to her arms and shoulders. She sighed knowing she had to wait longer for me to touch something that might ignite her fire, which was smoldering beneath the surface like lava looking for an opening to escape. 

I took the lotion bottle and held it above her right breast, and slowly poured a tiny thread of its contents onto her nipple. It spread over her mound, appearing like clear syrup over ice cream. Doing the same to the other breast, I coated them, and set down the bottle for a moment. 

Dawn closed the tiny space of her eyelids as I worked my way around her big chest. They felt so smooth and firm under my touch. The slickness of her nipples made it difficult to pinch them, but the way they were sliding through my fingers made her squirm.

"How do you feel, lover?" I asked when I finished.

"Horny, babe. Really, really, horny. We're making a real mess of this bed, I'm afraid."

"That's what housekeeping is for," I said as I grabbed the bottle and squirted some on her crotch. She held out her hands, and I poured a generous amount into her open palms. Grabbing my shaft, she coated it like she had the rest of my body. I did the same to her pussy, and that was the spark we needed. 

We slid together, rubbing our oiled skin against each other. I'd never experienced anything so sensual in my life. It was messy; it was also steamy. It was hard to hold each other, but that made fighting for a grip that much more exciting. We started with Dawn on top, and she bounced her heart out on my granite pole. I'd never felt so kinky, and Dawn couldn't stop smiling as she looked at my shiny chest.

"I can't believe we're doing this," she said as she rode my cock. 

I grabbed her by the back and rolled her over, practically sliding across the stained sheets. We WERE making a mess. Her pussy was so slick from the coating that we both had trouble staying connected. I slipped out several times, and almost slid into her ass once. That wouldn't have been a huge problem, but I wanted her pussy, and her groans of pleasure told me she agreed when I entered her again.

I started making very short strokes, and compensated for the lack of traction by leaning down and putting my arms under her back, pulling her tight. We let our bodies rub against each other as we fucked, and that proved to be the best thing we could have done all oiled up. The sensations caused by the friction that our entire bodies were creating were orgasmic in and of itself; which led to the real thing.

Dawn started cumming, and wrapped her arms around my neck to pull me close. I kept up the short stabbing motion, and felt my slickened balls contract.

"CUM WITH ME NEIL!" Dawn screamed, alerting the maids that we were in our room.

I did, spewing a torrent of fresh jism deep into the slick slit between Dawn's pretty legs.

We lay there, holding each other and breathing deeply. I was sure we were sweating, but it was hard to tell with all the baby oil that covered us. I felt hot. Sexy hot.

"That was fun!" Dawn said I pulled up a little. 

"Shower," I said, and then nodded toward the hot tub.

"Okay...but let's make it a cool one. I want to warm up with you in there."

So we did. It wasn't a cold shower. That would have been a real downer after what we'd just done. So we went with lukewarm, and scrubbed and scrubbed. It took longer that we thought for the soap to break down the oil, but we finally got cleaned, and headed out for a dip in the hot tub. We stopped in our tracks, and both of us started laughing. 




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 07



The bed was a disaster area. We were going to have to call HAZMAT or the EPA to come in and clean it up. I could just see a bunch of guys in yellow suits coming in to seal off the area.

"We can't leave it like that for Jill and Mark," Dawn said as she looked over the damage. "I still can't believe we did that."

"We? It was your idea."

"No it wasn't! You wanted a message!"

"I didn't say anything about oil."

"Well who ever heard of a message without using oil?" she said, defending herself.

It was comical the way we teased each other that made my heart smile. The playful banter back and forth made us closer. It was part of the bond we had. 

"Get in. I'll call down to make sure they send someone to change the sheets before tonight," I said. I made the call, but I have to admit, I wasn't that specific about the time. I was so focused on getting back to Dawn, that I just told them we would be needing housekeeping to change the sheets. It was the same girl we had talked to at the front desk that answered the phone, and since she knew what we were up to, she must have thought it was an emergency.

Dawn was in the Jacuzzi when I went to get in. I sat on the edge, dipping my lower legs in the warm water, and she waded over to my side and quickly took my cock in her moist mouth, bringing my tired appendage back to life. 

I was still amazed that I was getting hard so quickly. We'd been going at each other like rabbits almost since I arrived, but I was getting hard around her all the time. Not only that, but I was still cumming a lot. I hoped I could keep that up through the end of the night. I figured once I got home, I'd be back to infrequent sex, and I'd have plenty of time to rest and build up loads. 

"I feel so sexy when I take a soft cock and get it hard in my mouth," Dawn said as she licked my balls, playing with them on her tongue. That tongue felt so exquisite that I leaned way back, using my hands to support me and just keeping my legs in the water. She wasn't trying to get me off; she was just trying to make me feel great, and it worked. My cock would jump and twitch and that would make Dawn laugh and try to make it do it again. She was playfully biting me, nibbling at my balls as she softly stroked my shaft, when there was a knock at the door. 

"Housekeeping!" came the call from the maid, who had already opened the door and stuck her head in.

Dawn panicked, and started to say something, but I covered her mouth with my hand. 

"Come on in!" I yelled back.

Dawn started to turn red, and her eyes were frantic. But then a little smile creeped into onto her face.

"You're bad!" she whispered.

"No, but I can be if you want me to."

Dawn nodded as she bit her lip, wondering what I might do. We heard the maid in the hall with her cart, and she propped our door open. 

"What do you need sweetie? More towels?" she said as she carried a handful around the corner. 

Dawn was back to sucking my cock, mostly to take her eyes away from the maid. She was pretty much hidden behind my body, but there was no doubt what she was doing. I was waiting until I felt some movement behind me. I wasn't sure what was going to happen, or even what I'd do or say, but I felt an excitement that I'd never felt before. Well, I hadn't felt it since the day before, anyway.

Stepping around the corner, carrying some bath towels, was a very attractive woman in her early 40's. While older women weren't my thing, I was happy that I was already hard with a legitimate reason to be. It saved the embarrassment of her making me that way. She was more in the category of a classic beauty.

The maid dropped the towels and put her hands over her mouth. "I'm sorry...I...I thought you said 'come in,'" she said in shock. But interestingly, she never moved; never took her eyes off of us. I turned my body a little to get a better look at her, and to expose Dawn a little more. 

Dawn must have had a sudden burst of exhibitionism, because she turned her body with mine exposing her profile. She suddenly rose up, showing her wet tits to the stranger staring at us.

I looked directly at the maid and said, "I did."

She turned red, and said, "Oh my," quietly.

Dawn pulled up off my cock, stroking the engorged shaft in front of the maid, but hiding it enough to makes sure she didn't actually see me. She was suddenly craving the eye contact she had avoided just a moment earlier.

"Be a dear and change the sheets on the bed for us, love. I'm afraid we went and made a bit of a mess."

It was a sentence I would have expected an older English woman to say, from the phrasing and confidence Dawn used to express herself. Indeed, it had a profound effect on me, and particularly our voyeur. 

The maid snapped out of her little funk. She was flushed, but not from being ashamed of what she'd been watching. She was flushed BECAUSE of what she'd been watching. Still, she tore herself away to leave us to change the bed. 

Dawn got a wild look in her eyes and said, "Wanna see if she'll have a little fun with us." 

My cock pulsed in her hands.

"I'll take that as a yes. Hand me a towel." 

Dawn got out of the hot tub and quickly toweled herself off. I dried off my legs, not really knowing why. I was looking forward to the Jacuzzi, but I figured whatever Dawn had in mind would be better, and hopefully we'd still have time for a soak.

Dawn jumped up into my arms and wrapped her legs around my waist. Holding onto my neck, she grinned.

"Put that big thing in me and carry me out there. I want to see if I'm right."

"Right about what?"

"I'll have to tell you later. Hurry up before she rushes out of here."

That wasn't a problem. For whatever reason, the maid hadn't even stripped the bed yet. She must have assessed the damage, and was out getting what she needed to make the bed again. She walked back in with a pile of linens, and a new mattress pad...to replace the one we'd soaked in oil. She dropped what she was carrying again when she saw Dawn rocking up and down slowly as I stood at the foot of the bed. She was only moving up an inch or so, going out of her way to continue to hide my cock.

Bending over to pick up what she'd dropped, I got a pretty good view of our guest's impressive cleavage.

"I'll just be a minute," she said, trying not to look. But that was proving hard. She was still flushed, and she was starting to perspire a little on her neck and forehead.

"Take your time. I've got a pretty good grip on her," I said with a smile.

"That's because you've got me stuck on your huge pole again, lover. No girl could fall of this thing!" Dawn's comment drew the maid's eyes to our welded crotches. It would be hard to blame her, what with Dawn trying to say and do things to draw her attention to my prick. 

Trying to focus on her job, our maid looked back at the bed. Deciding to make the best of what had become a really awkward situation, she made light of her predicament. 

"You know, I just changed these sheets a couple of hours ago. This might be the record for the messiest sheets I've seen, ever. At least ones that were messy for the right reasons." My mind quickly flashed through some gross mental images of things she must have had to clean up after. Cringing, I shook my head and leapt off that thought to her next one as quickly as she said it, not wanting to ruin my sexual mood. "I just can't believe you did this so quickly."

"Sorry. We got a little carried away with the massages. A little too much oil, I suppose," I said as she stripped off all the dirty linens in one quick motion.

She started putting on the new mattress pad, and she giggled a little as she shook her head in disbelief, saying, "That's okay. At least you used baby oil. I had a couple use vegetable oil once; had to throw away the sheets because I couldn't bleach the yellow stains out of them."

"I bet you've seen a lot," Dawn said as she continued to slowly grind up and down my cock.

"Yeah, but this is definitely a first."

She finished putting on the fitted sheet, and quickly topped that with the cover sheet. Leaving the bedspread and blanket on the floor where we kicked them, she looked over at us as she still had a hand on the cover sheet.

"Would you like me to turn this for you, or finish making the bed?"

"Turn it down please," Dawn said gleefully.

As she did, I leaned down to put Dawn in the middle of the King sized mattress. Dawn had her head away from the maid, and whispered into my ear.

"Are you close to cumming, lover?"

I shook my head no, and she said, "Can you?"

I was confused by the question, and my face must have showed that.

"Can you cum again? I know it hasn't been that long."

I nodded, knowing I would eventually be able to work up another load. But that wasn't what Dawn was asking.

"Soon?" she asked.

I must have looked confused again. Dawn was a little exasperated, as I was suddenly dense.

"I want to know if you can come soon so I know what to do. Can you do that if I wanted you to?"

I nodded. Dawn had me so worked up since I'd met her I had to work to fight off cumming to soon most of the time. I worried I was going to damage some unknown internal organ trying to hold back so often. While it hadn't been that long, I figured I could give it my best for her. And I was sure that whatever Dawn was scheming, it would be so hot I'd blast off in no time.

"Good. Follow my lead and let's see what happens, okay?"

I nodded again, wondering just what Dawn had in mind. Moving her head to the other side of mine, she looked at the maid with her soft blue eyes.

"Can you close the door please? I don't want any unexpected visitors right now."

With the set up of the room, I had positioned us so that if someone took just a couple of strides inside the open door to our room, we'd be in view. The maid nodded, and turned to leave. She got almost all the way to the door, and was out of our view, when Dawn called out to her.

"You DO know we want YOU to stay in the room with us, don't you?"

There was silence for just a moment, followed by the sound of the door closing. Well over a minute passed, and I continued to slowly fuck Dawn. 

"Do you think she left?" I whispered to Dawn.

"No. But she's scared. Let's just give her a minute. I think she's working up the nerve."

True to her word, Dawn was right. We could hear her behind the wall, muttering to herself. Dawn kissed me on the cheek, happy that she was still with us, at least for the moment. I caught her out of the corner of my eye, peeking her head past the wall to see. She moved back for a moment, and then stepped out, standing in the open. Her feet were frozen to the floor. She stood in the distance , waiting...wondering why she was there and what she was supposed to do. 

Dawn patted the bed and said, "Why don't you come over here?"

It took a moment for that invitation to sink in, but she finally slowly walked over. She wasn't trying, you could see it in her nervous face...but she looked very sexy moving across the floor. She stopped at the edge of the bed, scared to take that last step.

Dawn flashed her a reassuring smile. "I'm Dawn. What's your name?"

Staring at the floor, she said, "Denise." 

She couldn't lift her head to look at us; the weight of some heavy burden keeping her from being able to move it. I looked and saw her playing with the wedding ring on her finger. I looked at Dawn, and she saw it too. We'd crossed a line neither of us intended to...especially after what we'd been through. Dawn scrambled to get us out of this...she had too!

"I'm sorry Denise. I didn't know you were married."

She teared up just a little when she said, "Divorced...three years."

There was a long pause, and I simple said, "Eighteen months. I'm Neil." 

That made her look up, and she was caught in my smile. She was going to say something, but she didn't, lost in a thought she didn't want to have. Looking back at the ring she twisted it on her finger some more.

"I keep thinking he's going to change his mind."

"I kept thinking she was going stop fucking other guys."

She looked up at me. Her face changed, becoming softer. 

"I was married 22 years. He left me after my daughter went to college."

"I was only married three. But the last two felt like 22, and I thank God every day I didn't have kids with her."

She snickered a little bit, her mood lightening by the moment. She looked us, my cock was buried into Dawn as we barely fucked, on a bed she just made, working a crummy job she likely had to get just to make ends meet.

"Why don't you join us?" Dawn said, trying to make that final push.

"I don't want to break up another marriage...or one to be. I can tell you're in love."

Dawn and I cracked up laughing.

"We love each other. But we're not 'in' love. This is just a weekend fling. Neil has to go back home to Indiana tonight. He and I've spent the weekend healing each other from our past relationships. And it looks like you need the same thing."

"I'm a little old to be healed," she said in a moment of defeat.

"Bullshit!" I said, looking at her. "I bet the asshole sold you a bill of goods and said you weren't young enough."

Denise looked shocked, but she didn't disagree.

"Denise, you are a very attractive woman. I'm surprised you don't see that, but I understand. Why don't you let us help you find out just how hot you really are?"

"Hot? I've never been called hot before." 

"That was his mistake, because you are!" Dawn said to back me up.

Denise kept looking at that ring. She made a decision, saying, "I've got to go." Turning, she went to walk away. 

She stopped quickly halfway to the door. 

"If you don't mind me asking, what exactly would we have done?"

I smiled, hoping to reel her back in. "I can't say for sure, Denise. All I can tell you is that we both find you attractive, and Dawn's in the mood to share. As I see it, you can walk away and have a great fantasy about what might have been. Or, you can give yourself a memory to look back on that will be better than any fantasy you've ever dreamed of."

She smirked and said, "You're pretty full of yourself, aren't you!"

Dawn slipped off my cock, showing its full size to Denise for the first time.

Dawn pointed at my groin and said, "No...I was the one that was pretty full. See?"

Denise blinked, and then blinked again. 

"Oh my goodness," she said, running her hand across her chest slightly as she looked at my member, shiny with Dawn's juices. 

Denise blushed again, and turned away. I was disappointed when I heard the door to the hallway open and shut with her on the other side.

"I guess it wasn't meant to be, lover," Dawn said as she got up, "Let's go back to the hot tub. We still have a couple of hours."



Ann: A Love Story Ch. 08



Dawn and I were soaking, letting the hot, soothing jets of the Jacuzzi give us a different kind of massage. She was actually soaking my cock in her pussy again, just sitting on me with her back to me as I played with her tits as they floated on top of the water. She was holding herself in place, using her vagina walls to grip at my shaft. We weren't having sex...Dawn just wanted to feel me inside her. She said it calmed her.

"Kind of an interesting pacifier, don't you think?" I asked as I toyed with a nipple.

"Are you saying you'd rather have me put it in my mouth again?" she asked back to me, as she leaned her head back next to mine. 

"No...this is fine. It calms me too lover." 

Dawn turned her head to kiss me, but she stopped when there was another knock on the door, followed by the sound of the latch turning and the door quietly opening.

"Anybody there?" came Denise's sultry voice. I hadn't noticed how wonderfully raspy it was before.

Dawn lit up. "We're in the hot tub. Come on in."

Denise stuck her head around the corner and said, "Do you mind if I use your restroom?" 

"No. Go ahead," I said, smiling back at her.

From the hallway, we heard her ask, "Would you like me to join you in there?"

I responded for us, saying, "I'd rather not. I want to see you."

"I was afraid you'd say that," Denise replied rather nervously as she closed the door to the bathroom.

Dawn and I scrambled out of the hot tub, and quickly dried off. 

"That poor girl needs a confidence boost," Dawn said as she worked on her legs.

"I think that's what we're here to do, babe. I'm just a little surprised at you."

"Me...why?"

"Just an hour ago, you were telling me how you didn't want to share me with Jill last night. Now, you've done a complete 180."

"I shared you with Jill, to a point. But yeah, I didn't want you fucking her."

"And this?" I asked, nodding toward the bathroom where Denise was holed up.

"You're the one that invited her in while we were naked in the hot tub, buddy."

"True. But you're the one that said you wanted to have some fun with her."

"Okay...we're both guilty. But it's different now...now that we know she's hurting. I'm willing to share you because...we need to heal her too."

We were cuddling on the bed when Denise came out of the bathroom. She'd done her make up, and teased her medium length brown hair a little, making it fuller. And she was undressed, to a point. She walked cautiously towards us in just her bra and panties, and a nice pair of black pumps. Her undergarments were made for her. They were neither frilly, nor lewd; instead, they were elegant. She wore a soft lavender lace set, modest in covering and accentuating her ample chest and curvy hips. They created a perfect frame for a surprisingly tight body.

Denise was blushing, her chest and neck pinkish as she came to terms with the path she'd chosen to pursue. Her eyes were dark, almost haunting. She was looking for acknowledgement, acceptance, understanding. Every part of her was screaming out, begging for a chance to feel alive again. Dawn and I shared her pain...we'd been there.

I beamed as she paused to check my reaction. I couldn't have stopped smiling if I had to. I mouthed 'WOW', making sure she saw it, and read my lips. It wasn't a token sentiment, intended to stroke her fragile ego. She really made me think WOW. Slowly, her own smile returned, sheepish and still distant; but it was there, waiting to be freed from inside her soul.

Knowing I needed to say something to ease her concerns and self-doubt, I stood up, wanting her to see me. 

"Denise, you look...God you're beautiful!"

She saw the sincerity in my face, and heard the enthusiasm in my voice, which made her blush all the more. I was drawn to her hard, sculpted abdomen. She had the stomach of a 25-year-old. My cock twitched, and that made her giggle like a teenager.

"What?" I said, trying to draw her out.

"You're being kind."

"What do you mean?"

"You made it do that, dear, trying to make me feel good about myself." 

I flexed my groin, making my cock really jump. "That was me. The first time was because of you. You're a stunning woman, Denise."

I walked over and swallowed her in my arms. Dipping her body delicately, I kissed her like the leading man in a 50's romance movie. Well, except that I was naked. Denise kissed back like she was the heroine. It felt almost magical to feel her surrender herself to me in that kiss.

As I stood her back on her heels, I had to steady her.

"Oh my, that was ..."

"HOT!" Dawn said, not wanting to be left out of the moment.

I touched the sides of Denise's breasts through the lace of her bra. Her back arched, and she got visibly nervous. Feeling her tension, I moved cautiously. 

"May I, Denise?"

"It's been a long time since anyone other than my husband has touched me."

"How does that make you feel?" I asked, not taking my hands away; becoming a little bolder in my touch.

I could feel her hands move, fidgeting. She was using her thumb to spin her wedding ring around her finger. It was hard for her to let go.

Sighing, she said, "It makes me feel horny."

Dawn let out a little chuckle, and I had to agree. That seemed so out of character for Denise to say something like that. 

Still, she played with that ring, which was only reminding her of what was. I needed to find a way get Denise to quit looking back, like she had done for all those months, and to look at what could be instead. I realized it was harder for her than it was for me, since her marriage had lasted a lot longer. There was probably some bastardized math ratio for factoring the number of years you were married to the number of months that you have to be depressed about it afterward.

No matter what that number was for Denise, it was time for her to let go. I took her left hand and brought it to my lips, kissing the back of it gently. I played with the ring, letting her know I knew what she'd been doing. 

Denise seemed ashamed, thinking I might be upset. But I kissed it again staring into her eyes. With her hand near her face, I took the ring and slipped it off her slender finger. Taking her right hand, I slipped it onto that ring finger. A shudder hit her, and she turned on her smile. I felt the warmth from it hit me like a summer breeze.

Returning my hands to her breasts, I said, "There. Now, May I?

Denise bit her lower lip and nodded, looking almost naughty as she let me touch the clasp between her mounds. Unfastening the bra, I pulled the cups wide, letting her heavy tits fall. There was just the slightest sag in them, and I gasped.

"What?" Denise said as she started to instinctively cover them up. I gently grabbed her wrists to keep her from obstructing our view.

"They're magnificent, baby," I said as I took one and lifted a stiff nipple to my mouth. 

I sucked hard, and licked her nub back and forth with my tongue. Feeling Denise start to get weak kneed again, I swung my arm around her waist and lifted her. My other arm swung low, scooping up her up off the floor. I cradled her in my arms, my mouth never losing contact with that precious nipple.

"My God!" she said as I laid her on the bed next to Dawn.

"I know! Isn't he amazing?" Dawn hissed as she watched me.

My heart was thumping as I moved my hand down to her rock hard abdomen. I couldn't resist testing to see if she was ticklish, and she groaned as I playfully touched her sides.

I let go of her nipple, albeit reluctantly, so I could look into those dark eyes. They sparkled, as she was letting life return to the soul that was starved for sexual attention. She was desired, and she knew it.

I ran my fingers into the waist of her panties. I didn't have to ask permission this time, as she raised her hips to allow me to slip them down her long legs. I smiled as she parted them ever so slightly, allowing just a hinting glimpse of her womanhood. Her hips were wider than what they must have been in her youth, the product of having a child, but that only made her sexier to me.

Her mound was covered by a rather large bush, but neatly trimmed. I wasn't used to that large of an area being covered. Girls I dated tended to keep their pubic hair to minimum, and on the rare occasion, I'd get a maverick like Dawn...who kept her beaver bald.

I ran my fingers through Denise's soft fur, and she reacted by almost jumping off the bed. She wasn't scared, but just the touch of my hand had her so worked up she launched.

"I'm sorry, Neil. It's just been so long."

"I know, babe. I know." 

Dawn got bold, wanted Denise to know there were three of us on the bed. She placed one hand on Denise's breast, tweaking her nipple, and the other hand joined mine in that soft patch of hair area above Denise's pussy.

"You ARE beautiful," Dawn said to her as she toyed with the areola surrounding Denise's rigid nipple.

"You're just saying..." Dawn stopped her by pinching her nipple, getting her attention.

"Denise, we're not playing to your emotions. I think I speak for Neil in saying your Ex must be the stupidest man in the world." I nodded in agreement, leaning down to take the other nipple back in my mouth. 

"Dawn, you're naïve. Look at you. You're young, and bold, and..."

"And you're what, a dinosaur. Denise, I pray that when I get to be 40 I look just like you. I'll consider myself lucky if I do."

"I'm 48 dear," Denise said, trying to make a point, but not realizing she'd made ours.

"Forty-eight? No way!" I said as I pulled up.

"Does that bother you?" she asked.

"No...I thought you were around 38. I was thinking about ducking my head in case you got pissed and took a swipe at Dawn for calling you 40!" 

She laughed, and realized we weren't kidding. Dawn moved her hand from the breast she was playing with to Denise's flat, toned stomach.

"Look at this, Neil. She's got a better tummy than I have! That's just sick!"

"That's what changing sheets for a living will do for you," Denise said. It was a joke, but we could tell she was thrilled by what Dawn had said. It was obvious Denise had worked very hard to keep her figure. 

That little exchange made Denise relax, and she put her arms over her head, stretching out her body like a feline languishing in the sun.

"Neil, are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Dawn said she moved her hand with mine through the thicket of hair. 

"Change is good?" I asked.

"Yeah, it is. What do you think...a fresh look for a fresh start?" 

I nodded and said, "Look in my bag."

Dawn leapt off the bed and headed for the area near the front door.

"Where's she going? What are you two talking about?"

"Do you trust us?" I asked. It was an interesting question, considering she didn't really know us, and yet she was lying naked with me as my hand played with her pubic hair.

"My first reaction when I'm asked that is always to say no. But the look in your eyes tells me I need to say yes. Why is that?"

"Because I put a ring on your finger, and you can tell I'm the kind of guy who knows that means something, even if it's the right hand."

She blinked a couple of times, and put her hand to her upper chest. "I have to tell you. You are the smoothest young man I've ever met."

"You know, before I met Dawn this weekend, I would have made some comment about how you're just saying that to make me feel better. Now, I just take it as the compliment you meant to be, and it makes me happy inside. I want you to feel that way, Denise. Let us make you feel important again, because you are."

"Why would I be important to the two of you?" she asked, not believing my sincerity.

"Because. You came back!"

Dawn came back as well, carrying shaving supplies. Denise gripped the sheets with her hands, tightening her fingers in the fitted sheet she'd put on the bed for us earlier. She wasn't sure what to make of it.

"As hot as you look at 48, this is going to make you look 28," Dawn said as she moved Denise's legs. 

Denise never resisted. Instead, she willingly spread her legs, and bent them up, looking very sexy as she dug her heels into the mattress. Dawn got between them and started trimming the hair, cutting close to the skin.

"I'm not sure about this," Denise said, even though she had no intention of stopping Dawn.

"You will when Neil licks you, baby."

Denise sat up, looking at the two of us like we'd just landed in that mysterious spaceship from Mars that kept finding myself on. Well, I was from Mars. Dawn was from Venus.

"What...what's he going to do?"

Dawn placed her hands on Denise's shoulder and eased her back to the bed.

"First things first, baby. Let me finish this."

Denise got a little nervous as Dawn worked around the more delicate parts of her body. For her part, it was very clear that Dawn was pretty handy with a pair of scissors and a razor. She had gotten my Lady Schick, the one I used to shave my own private areas, and she was working quickly in her general housekeeping. Denise wasn't out of control, but she was more true to the girls of her generation, which meant trimming, but no shaving. 

When Dawn had finished shaving the areas around Denise's pussy and ass, she moved up to shape up the landscape above. She'd already trimmed the hair with the scissors to ultra short, thinning it out to look less obtrusive. Now she wielding the razor in her hand, twirling it like a baton major as she looked intensely at the area, like a painter staring at a new canvas, deciding what vision to paint.

Looking for an opinion, she glanced to Denise, who was still dazed from the shaving around her pussy and asshole. She appeared to be close to a little orgasm from Dawn's delicate work. 

"What do you think, Denise? A diamond, or maybe heart shaped...or do you want something really different?"

Denise didn't hesitate. Well, she hesitated a little bit, wanted to consider another option that Dawn hadn't.

"Dawn, can...can I look at you for a moment?" Dawn was surprised, but more than game.

Crawling up Denise's body, Dawn had one knee on the mattress near Denise's head, and a foot on the other side. Denise looked straight up, and inspected Dawn's clean shaven snatch. Getting up more nerve, she raised her hand to Dawn's hairless pubic mound and felt its smooth texture.

"If you shave me like this, will I go all the way back to 18?" she asked with a grin.

I laughed and said, "Baby...age is in your mind. And with your body, if you can think 18, you'll pull it off easy."

Dawn looked at her and twirled the razor on front of Denise's face. "Are you sure?" Dawn asked her. Denise bit her lip and nodded. 

Minutes later, Dawn put the finishing touches on Denise's bald pussy, by slathering her with a coating of baby oil. Slipping a couple of fingers inside, Dawn finger fucked her to her first orgasm. It was just a little one, but I'm sure to Denise it was the greatest release she'd had in a long time.

I pulled Denise to the edge of the bed so I could get on my knees on the floor. Leaning in close, I inhaled the memorable combination of baby oil and Denise's sweet womanly aroma. The scent took me back to high school and my first romantic conquest after a summer dance at the youth recreation center where I grew up out east. My cock throbbed thinking about Dona, the girl that showed me how to use what I had to please a woman. God bless the seniors that are willing to tutor the juniors of the world.

Denise's thighs went on my shoulders as I reached under her ass to hold her up a smidgen. My tongue frolicked in the new playground that Denise was offering me. I knew from almost the first touch of my mouth to her inner thigh that this was new to her. I could tell I was the first to venture where I was. It didn't bother me that she was twenty years my senior, and that I was her junior. I had the opportunity for the first time in my life to teach the teacher.

I took my time, driving Denise to the edge several times. I was drawing out her pleasure, making her squirm. She bucked her hips up, trying to get me to bring her more.

"Patience, baby. It'll be worth it...I promise," Dawn said as she stroked Denise's hair. Denise held on to Dawn's arm, holding tight as her body writhed beneath my face.

Dawn had preached patience, but even I was ready to see Denise go off. I licked from the bottom of her sweet pussy, through her labia, which had blossomed. It was full and swollen, opening wide in anticipation. I drove my tongue deep into the gash, ramming it rapidly in and out like a little cock. Dawn was the first to alert me of the coming flood. 

"She's ready, lover. Do it!" 

I moved up and sucked hard, my mouth covering Denise's clit as I flicked at it. Her hot little button vibrated as I played with it. Denise's legs lifted up, and she held them in the air as she came.

"OH MY HEAVENS!" she screamed out. 

It became very clear that Denise was such a lady that she wasn't going to say anything remotely dirty, even at her most intimate moments. She was all class, and I found it not only amusing, but totally erotic. 

Before Denise could come down from her orgasm, I moved up, standing poised over her with my chiseled cock at the ready. Dawn moved down to my end, wanting to watch me enter Denise. In fact, she wanted to help. Reaching down, she grabbed my shaft while her hand thumbed Denise's clit. When Denise came for the second time, Dawn pulled me to the flowing pussy and placed my cock head against it.

"Go ahead, lover. Make her scream again."

I wasn't waiting. I eased my cock into Denise, letting her feel every inch. I was amazed at how tight she was. I'm sure some of that was from not being sexually active for a while, but she was still incredible.

I gave her a few moments to get used to the feeling, and she was groaning and moaning on every gentle thrust into her. I was going slowly, unsure of just how to aggressive I should be. I didn't want to do anything that would make her uncomfortable, or hurt her. She was thrashing her head back and forth, and I could feel her move her hips, but then she'd stop herself. It was like she didn't want to give in to her urges.

Being a guy, we can be clueless. Dawn saw what I didn't, and she saved the day. 

"Denise, I know it may have been different when you were younger, but it's perfectly okay to tell your lover what you want."

"Wha...what do you mean?" she said breathlessly.

"I mean, Neil isn't going to be offended if you tell him you want something. In fact, it usually turns most guys on more. It's okay to talk in bed. It makes it better for both of you."

I nodded and said, "Tell me what you want, baby."

Denise took a second, but only that. A simple "Harder" came quietly from her lips.

I gave a few quick thrusts, and said, "Like this?"

"NO...harder!"

We kept that up, with me asking, and Denise telling me; no...demanding me to give it to her. Minutes later, she was begging, and yelling.

"HARDER, NEIL! PLEASE, HARDER!"

She wasn't going to be vulgar, but she was getting her point across. 

"YES! I'M THERE. OH SWEET HEAVENS, I'M THERE!" Denise screamed as she let loose over my shaft. It WAS sweet and heavenly.

I was right behind her, and wondered where to cum. Once again, I waited until I was balls deep into a pussy before thinking that through. That was a bad habit I really needed to break. And with Denise, I assumed she wouldn't let me know. But when I announced I was ready, she had no problem letting me know.

"Shoot in me, baby...and then give me a taste!"

It appeared she wasn't as prudish as we may have thought. She wanted a cream filling on both ends. I bucked and shot a couple of big spurts inside her welcoming cunt, and then I pulled out and grabbed my shaft tight, cutting off the flow and backing up the hose. Denise sat up as I stood on the bed.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 08



She took my hand away as she opened her mouth, and she sucked me inside as she jerked me. I had three or four good sized squirts left, and filled Denise's mouth to the point of overflowing. She tried to swallow, and did most of the load. But a good portion oozed out the sides of her mouth and flowed down her chin to her neck.

Denise was very experienced at fellatio, as she cleaned my rod like a pro, sucking and teasing me as she made sure she got every drop I had to offer. That seemed a little out of character, since she reacted like she'd never been eaten before. 

She let my cock pop out of her mouth with a smacking sound, and looked up into my eyes. She looked...satisfied. And she wanted to know if I was.

"I know I'm not young like Dawn, but I hope..."

I got down on the bed with Denise, and I pulled her face to mine. Starting with a deep kiss, I tasted myself, and she got a taste of what she was like from the still moist secretions she'd lathered on my face earlier. She was breathless as I relentlessly devoured her mouth. They weren't the tender, soulful kisses I'd started with. These were rough and possessive. She had driven me mad with passion for her, and I wanted her to know it.

I licked a generous portion of cum from her neck, bringing it to her mouth. Denise, and Dawn, sighed as I offered my seed to her tongue. Denise sucked my mouth, just as Dawn had that very first time. They really were like sisters, born decades apart. Then I licked a big glob from her chin, and offered it to Dawn, who wasted no time sucking it off my tongue.

As we broke the kiss, I turned to look at Denise, who was staring at me. There was a gleam in here eye as her head was spinning from the rush. "Where did you learn to do THAT?" 

"What?" I asked, wanting to hear her say it. I'd gotten so used to the shocked reaction I was getting from tasting my own sperm, I became hooked. Not necessarily on the taste. It was the high I got from seeing how hot it made them. 

"Kissing me...after..."

I gave her a little grin and said, "Denise, its' okay to say it. Did it turn you on?"

She nodded, bashfully.

"Well, what turns me, and most guys on, is a woman that's not afraid to be sexual; including in how she talks. You don't have to be vulgar, but dirty can be really hot."

Dawn leaned in and whispered something to her, and Denise gave her an 'are you serious' look. Giving her shoulders a mild shrug, Denise swallowed and took a deep breath.

"Neil, it made me feel so hot when you kissed me after you...came in my mouth. Where did you learn that?"

"I didn't learn it. I just do it. I know it's not usual, but I've never really thought about it. And now, I love the reaction I get. Besides, you didn't have any problem tasting me...or yourself for that matter."

Denise's eyes widened, and she said, "Oh my goodness...I did!" when she realized I'd kissed her with her own juices on my face. She was rubbing her chin as she felt the wetness left from our smooching and my lapping up what cum she'd let past her lips.

I laid Denise back down on the bed and started kissing her some more. She pushed me up, off of her for a moment. Needing to get something besides me off her chest, she felt the urge to tell me what she was feeling. And with Dawn's words still fresh on her ears, Denise strayed out of that comfortable shell she'd spent some 48 years in. To get past something as devastating as a divorce can be, sometimes it means making a choice to be vulnerable again. To reap the physical and emotional benefits of being close to another person, you have to be open to change.

Stepping onto the thin ice of uncertainty from the safety of her middle aged values, Denise forged ahead into a newer and more self aware universe. She'd lived her entire life sheltered by the expectations and constraints born to a woman of her generation. I could see in her eyes a determination to take the ideals of that life and twist them; and create a better ending than the one that fate had once seemed destined to hand her.

"Neil, I've never been made love to, and...fucked...like that," she said, stopping to gauge my reaction.

"Denise, you don't have to..."

"I do, because that's what you did." She was out now, and vulnerable. Her shell neatly tucked away somewhere, where she'd have to go to great lengths just to find it, let alone use it.

"You fucked me. That's what you did. And I wanted you to fuck me! You were making love to me, but I needed fucked. I wish I'd have said that. I could only tell you to go harder at the time. But I wanted to scream for you to fuck me harder. FUCK ME HARDER!" 

Denise yelled, wanting to hear what that sounded like. She grinned at my reaction, and Dawn's hearty laugh.

"God Denise, I said to say what you're thinking to turn him on. I didn't say scream it."

"What's the point of saying it if you can't say it the way you need to?"

"I agree," Dawn said as she moved closer to Denise. 

Looking at her, something came over Dawn in that moment. She wanted included in our moment, to help Denise shatter the past and emblazon a trail to a newer, younger, happier Denise.

"I want you Denise. I want to taste you. I want to make you cum like Neil did." 

"I...I'm not...into girls," Denise stuttered nervously.

"Me either, so I guess it's a good thing for me that you're a woman. I know I'm young, but I was hoping you'd see me the same way."

"OH MY!" Denise said as Dawn quickly lowered her mouth to Denise's pussy, and lifted her leg over the awakening body beneath her on the bed. Dawn was now straddling Denise; her own pussy inches from Denise's open, dry mouth.

Dawn wasn't as patient as I had been. Instead, she had honed in on the hot spots right away, and Denise was on a quick flight to another orgasm. Feeling the heat of the moment, Denise reached up and placed her hands on Dawn's ass, pulling her down. Dawn quickly rolled her eyes up to look up at me, and I could see her smile.

"Eat me, Dawn. Eat my pussy!" Denise said as she started doing the same to Dawn. 

It was as erotic as anything I'd ever seen. For being a novice, Dawn had leapt quickly into her bi-sexuality. She'd said she'd consider doing it again if the circumstances were right. Twice in less than a day with two different women told me she liked it more than she'd let on.

So did Denise. It was surreal to see her dive into Dawn's tight twat like she was searching with her tongue to find something she'd lost in there. It wasn't long before they were both cumming. Denise was first, with a bold proclamation. She wasn't 'there' this time. She was..."CUMMING. OH MY... FUCK! I'M CUMMING!" 

Dawn would have laughed if she wasn't right behind. As soon as Denise came, she sucked hard on Dawn's clit, making it a cum combo. Dawn came over Denise's mouth and chin, almost drowning her with her juices. Denise squealed, as much from swallowing down Dawn as from her own orgasm. The scent around the bed was thick and sweet, and it was sure to linger for hours.

Dawn flipped over and kissed Denise, shocking her with not only the taste of her juices, fresh from the well, but also a generous helping of sperm left behind from my ejaculation. 

"Mmmmm, that's delicious. I've always loved the taste of a man's cum," Denise said, relaxed as she stretched her hands over her head again. "But this time, it has an extra little kick that's really marvelous."

"Did you enjoy that, Denise?" Dawn asked.

"Yes, sweetheart. I hope I was good for you. I tried my best."

"You were both hot," I said, practically drooling on the two of them as I stroked my cock.

~*~*~*~*~*~

"Want to soak in the hot tub?" I asked. 

Dawn said yes, but Denise shook her head. 

"No, I need to leave you too alone. I'd love to stay the night, but I'm sure you have better things to do. You said this was just for the weekend, and I'd just be in the way."

A light bulb when off in my head, inspired by her comment. 

"Actually, we do have to be going in a little while. I came here for a softball tournament. We've got our last game at three. At least, I hope it's our last game. Anyway, fate allowed me to hook up with Dawn...the god's of divorce finally saw fit to let me go. And I think they've done the same for you, too. I have a proposition for you, Denise."

"What's that?" she said, sitting up quickly. Her enthusiasm made my heart pound.

"First, were you serious about wanting to spend the night?"

She thought for a moment and said, "Absolutely. But Dawn said you have to go home."

"I do. But we have some friends that I know you'll really love. We're giving the room to them tonight. They don't know it yet, but we'll see them at the game. Anyway, they're Dawn's roommates, and they're a great couple...Mark and Jill. But, we wanted Mark's place alone to end our weekend, and we wanted to give them this room as a present for our great weekend together."

"So, what's your proposition?" she said with a wink.

"I think a better present would be giving them the room with you in it. That is, if you're up to it."

"Oh, you'll love them Denise. Jill is hot, and she's just getting in touch with her feminine side too. And Mark is a real stud."

Denise didn't hesitate. "I'll do it!"

She got up off the bed, and went into the bathroom, returning with some fresh towels for us, and new linens for the bed. 

"Here, go spend some time in the Jacuzzi. I'll change the sheets."

"Where did those come from?" I asked.

"I brought them back with me. When I left earlier to take my cart back, and to clock out so I wouldn't get fired for...literally 'fucking' around," she said with a laugh, "I didn't know what you'd do to me. So I figured I'd play it safe in case you messed up some more sheets."

Dawn and I got into the Jacuzzi, and a few moments later, Denise came back in. She was still naked, wearing just her heels. She leaned down, and kissed each of us.

"Thank you both for everything. You've really opened my eyes. I've been living in the past, and it's so nice to move on. I really feel like a weight is off me."

"Want to join us?" Dawn asked.

"No. I had to get here early today. If you don't mind, I'm going to take a little nap and wait for your friends."

I smiled. Denise was looking forward to it. 

"I'll tell Mark to bring you some dinner. We're going to give them the key, so you'll kind of be stuck here." 

"I have a key, baby. I work here. Maid...remember? But that's okay...I'd rather stay in. And dinner would be nice."

We said our goodbyes, and Denise retired to the bed. Dawn and I soaked in the hot tub, letting the jets sooth our tired, aching muscles. Softball took a lot out of me. Constant sex in between took even more. I was feeling refreshed as we sat and just talked quietly. 

We'd been in the Jacuzzi for quite a while, when I thought of Dawn's comment earlier, wanting to know if I could get off soon so we could play with Denise in the time we had. 

"I have to tell you Dawn, I've never been with a girl that wanted me to cum quickly. I'm not wired that way."

"I know lover, but you have to admit, that was worth it. Sometimes you just have to be a good soldier and give one for the team."

As soon as Dawn said 'team', we both had a little panic attack, and we jumped out of the hot tub. We were scrambling to get dressed. The game would be starting in 40 minutes.

I grabbed our bags as Dawn grabbed the key. We both looked back for one last moment, taking a mental picture of our room, with Denise naked and asleep, knowing how we were leaving everything for Jill and Mark. 

"At least the sheets are clean," Dawn said as we closed the door.

"And now Denise is dirty!" I said, thinking about how she'd grown sexually in the time we'd been there.

Dawn hit me in the arm as we ran to the elevator.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Dawn and I arrived at the sports complex about 20 minutes before the game. Mark was waiting, patiently. I know we had promised we'd never miss a game, but even I was astounded he wasn't panicking. Part of that was because he was sore, and not from softball. He didn't want to talk about it, so Dawn asked Jill.

Jill just smiled awkwardly and said, "Apparently, Sophie was a little too hard on him this morning."

We nodded, and fought the urge to stare at him. My mind was speculating as to where he was sore, but I cringed and shook my head to try and get that thought to leave.

Mark told us we would be playing the team we played in the first game, where we won on a great slide by Dawn in the last inning. With the tournament being double elimination, they'd have to beat us twice to win it, but we were motivated to win the first game...especially Dawn and me. We wanted as much time as we could have together. 

Since we didn't have a lot of time to warm up, we decided to wait to tell Mark and Jill about the hotel room, and Denise, until after the game. Based on how the two of them played, it would have been better to do it before. They could have used the extra motivation.

We lost. In fact, we lost in 5 innings. Mark pitched horrible, and Jill wasn't helping by her inability to throw the ball back to him from behind the plate. Dawn and I knew in our first inning backing him up in the infield that his ass was the sore spot. I could only imagine what that might actually have meant. I did and didn't want to know what 'Sophie' did to him.

Dawn and I were pissed after the game. Dawn as much as cussed out Jill for screwing around and messing up the ending of the weekend for us. Jill actually apologized, and as much as admitted she'd gone too far. Mark had been tied up all night long, until just before they came to the game. We had a half hour wait between games, and during that time, Mark was considering putting in a call to Harry, the VP of S-T Incorporated. He had pitched the second game of the tournament, and with us only having 10 players, he wondered if would be better if Harry pitched the last game. Dawn appealed to his sense of pride. 

"Do you really want to tell the boss why you can't play? Because you know he's going to ask."

Mark realized that was a bad idea, but he didn't want to let Dawn and I down again. I looked over at Dawn, and we nodded. It was time for us to provide that additional motivation.

"Jill, Mark...we want to give you something." Dawn said as a way to break the ice.

"What's that?" Jill said.

I pulled out the room key, and placed it in Mark's hand.

"What's this for?" he asked.

"It's a key to a suite." 

Mark looked at the key, noting the emblem.

"Seriously? That place is expensive. What's going on?"

"Dawn and I went there this afternoon to have some fun. But tonight, we'd like to have your place to ourselves. So, we were hoping you'd take Jill and have a nice romantic evening together. It's even one of the rooms with a King sized bed, and a big Jacuzzi."

Mark rubbed his lower back, towards his ass, and said, "I could use the Jacuzzi."

Jill was giddy. "I've always wanted to go there! Is it as nice as they say?"

Dawn nodded and said, "Its better. They have great room service!"

"You ate in the room?" Jill asked.

Dawn nodded and said, "Yes, we both did. And she was delicious."

"What did you say?" Mark asked.

"I said she was delicious!"

"Who...what? What the fuck are you talking about?" Mark asked. 

"Denise."

"Who's Denise?" Jill asked.

I said, "It's kind of a long story. The short version is she's a really hot, young middle aged babe. She works for the hotel as a maid, and we invited her into bed with us. She got divorced three years ago, and we decided to help her out of her depression."

"What does 'young middle aged' mean," Mark asked, not being able to get past that phrasing. 

"She's in her forties, and she looks like she's in her twenties," Dawn said, defining my own term. I'm not sure I could have defined it.

"Oh. Okay. Well, we're glad you had a good time."

Dawn and I smiled, and Jill and Mark looked at us like we were nuts.

"What are you two grinning about?"

I was hoping to surprise them, but Dawn couldn't help herself. And she was right. We wanted to motivate them.

"Denise is there, waiting for the two of you. She was sleeping when we left...naked. The only thing we ask is that you get her some dinner."

Jill asked, "Is she...good?"

Dawn nodded and said, "She even eats a mean pussy, baby. You'll both be in heaven. She's still coming out of her shell a little bit, so be good to her. But I think you'll be happy you have a King sized bed. She's spending the night with you."

Jill looked at Mark, asking in her eyes if it was okay if they went. 

"It's fine by me, babe, just as long as Sophie doesn't show up."

Dawn and I laughed, and Jill turned as red as Sophie's wig.

Properly motivated, we took the field for the championship game. Mark seemed to have his legs back, and I wondered early on if the only problem was that he had been tied up for so long, he couldn't get loose. 

Jill played her best game of the tournament. She made two great plays as catcher; each was a little dribbler hit in front of the plate, and she had to throw out a speedy runner. She also had a hit every time up, and score all 4 times she was on base. Dawn and I played flawlessly, and with Mark and Jill leading the way, it was no contest.

It would be a greater story to say it was some long, drawn out game, with lots of tension and a thrilling ending. That was the first game we played against that team in the tournament. This one was a rout. We proved we were the better team. We ended the game via the mercy rule, just like they did, in 5 innings. We won 21-2, and the game was over before it started.

The awards ceremony after the game was hurried. Mark and Jill wanted to go faster than we did. It was as anticlimactic as the last game. Mark took the trophy, shook a few hands, and it was see ya later!

We hurried to pack our equipment, and the four of us were heading to the parking lot in a sprint. Piling into the cars, we took off. I was surprised we didn't get pulled over heading out of downtown Ann Arbor. Mark and Jill made it to the house first, and by the time Dawn and I walked in, they were already in the shower together. 

I put my softball stuff in the back of my car, while Dawn went into the house to put hers away. Walking into the house, Dawn was waiting for me at the front door with a kiss. She already had her jersey off, and was standing in her shorts and sports bra. I played with the bra a little bit, looking at how it smashed her tits, making her look like a 'B' cup instead of the 'D' she really was.

"Isn't that thing uncomfortable?" I asked.

"Not as much as not wearing it. As big as I am, I'd knock myself out with my jugs hitting me in the face when I run."

I laughed and said, "Funny."

"No, I'm serious. People didn't know how fast I really was, or how good I could hit or throw, until they came up with these babies. The sports bra is one of the greatest inventions ever developed for big-titted athletes." She patted my crotch and said, "Like a jock for the man sporting a big dick. I'm sure you run faster with one of these on." Who would have figured that...better speed and athletic ability through the advancements in underwear. Who needs steroids?

"Let's take a shower!" Dawn said, pulling at my arm.

As tempted as I was, because we'd had a great deal of fun in the shower together, I begged off.

"I'd love too, but I really think I need to say goodbye to Jill and Mark."

"Oh...of course, go ahead. I'll jump in and get things ready."

I wasn't sure what 'get things ready' meant, but like Mark, I was praying it didn't involve a red wig. Dawn headed to the bathroom, and she was in the shower quickly. I heard Mark and Jill's shower turn off and there was a lot of hurried movement back in their room. Five minutes later, Mark came out carrying a bag. Jill was a couple of minutes behind, looking amazing. 




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 08



If ever a woman was dressed for sex, Jill was. It wasn't blatant, or even slutty. I suppose because I knew that's what she was going to do, I could have been reading more into the wardrobe. But she was dressed very sexy, in a medium length strapless sundress. I knew she wasn't wearing underwear just by the way she was walking; she was flowing, and she radiated heat. 

"Ready to go?" Mark asked her.

"I'm nervous. What if she doesn't like me?" Jill said, having some self doubt.

"What's not to like, Jill. She'll love you just because you're going. That shows you're interested in her, even before you've met her. That says a lot." 

Mark made a lot of sense, and he kissed her to ease her fears.

"Besides, I'm the one who should feel nervous. I have to follow Neil and that thick dick of his. Now that's pressure!" Jill kissed him back and told him he had nothing to worry about. 

I heard the shower turn off, and knew Dawn was getting close to being done in the bathroom. Mark heard it, and knew where my mind was. 

"Let's get going, Jill. I know Dawn and Neil want some time alone together before he goes."

I thanked Mark for everything, including being there for me over the phone.

"This weekend has changed me, man. I can't thank you enough."

"All I did was invite you up to play ball. Dawn's the reason you're changed. But thanks for helping us win. We couldn't have done it without you." 

"You're welcome. Good luck tomorrow."

"What's tomorrow?" he asked.

"You're meeting with Harry."

"Shit...I forgot. I really have to thank you now." 

He gave me a big bear hug, and I shook his hand. Jill gave me a kiss on the cheek and told me to have fun with Dawn.

"You've done a world of good for her too, Neil. You guys have really helped each other."

"Thanks. You two have a good time tonight. And remember to get Denise something to eat."

"We're ordering room service. Maybe they'll send up a cute waiter for us to have a foursome with," Jill said. Mark almost dropped his bag.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Our goodbyes complete, I raced for the shower. I was dirty, and it took me longer than I wanted to get clean. It was also lonely. I couldn't remember the last time I'd showered without Dawn, and that made it weird. As I toweled off, I got a little melancholy. I was going to miss her, and yet I knew it wasn't a relationship that would last long term. It was based solely on sex. We had some things in common, but not enough to sustain the life a relationship needs. I was better off with a wonderful memory, than a second disaster.

I stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. Standing in the hallway I wondered which way to go. I didn't hear anything in the house, and there were no signs to point me in a particular direction. I started to head to Dawn's room, but something told me that she wanted the house to ourselves so we could be wherever we wanted to be. Instead, I turned toward the living room.

Dawn was sitting in the loveseat, her legs crossed seductively; her arms stretched across back. She was bobbing her leg up and down, dangling a spiked high heel off her toes. She uncrossed her legs and re-crossed them the other direction, giving me quick view of her bald slit. 

"Hi lover. I've been waiting for you."

"Sorry. I had a little more dirt on me than I thought."

"That's a shame. And here I am thinking of ways for you to be dirtier."

And so it started. Dawn and I, going back and forth, our dialog laced with bawdy examples of double entandres and sharp sexual innuendos. It was verbal foreplay. I was sitting on the couch, facing her; my erect cock throbbing in the air. But we kept our distance as we teased each other. I was beginning to think it was becoming a game of chicken. Which one of us was going to flinch first?

It turned out to be a draw. We were both fidgeting, and we couldn't stand another second separated by that expanse of carpet. We got up almost simultaneously, and Dawn got in the last lick, so to speak.

"We're going to cum at the same time, too." I knew she was right.

Taking her into my arms, we melted into each other, becoming one. 

"Let's go to bed," Dawn said. I had thought she wanted the house for the two of us was to be able to fuck anywhere she wanted. But in the end, she wanted to be comfortable. I loved the practical side of her. 

We spent the next hour or so trying as many positions as we could think of. Most worked. Some didn't, and we would move past them to another. I swear that girl was part contortionist. She was able to move and twist her spine in ways that scared me, but they produced some amazing sensations for both of us. 

I had cum so many times over the weekend that my balls were sagging. I had no trouble staying hard, but I was a little numb, and by no stretch was I close to cumming yet. It crossed my mind that I might not at all. But Dawn's proclamation that we'd orgasm together wasn't lost on me. Of course, that didn't mean Dawn wouldn't cum multiple times before that. 

After several big climaxes, Dawn begged me to fuck her ass. She got on her hands and knees, and spread her cheeks for me, and once again I was happy to find she'd lubed herself ahead of time. My thoughts ran to her time on the couch, and I wondered if there was a little stain there from the KY seeping from her hole. 

I eased in until I was buried, but Dawn wasn't in the mood for easy. 

"Fuck my ass, lover. Fuck me hard!"  

The change from Dawn's tight cunt to her tighter back door was enough to stir my balls; that they were slapping up against her soaked pussy caused them to churn, building up another load. It was a grueling process. I could feel my thighs start to burn down the insides of my legs; my groin stinging with each thrust. But it also felt sensational. 

I reached below and frigged Dawn's clit, wanting that coupled orgasm to be fulfilled. Dawn leaned forward, and placed her hand over mine, feeling me fondle her swollen bud. She ground back into me, and we started our quick assent, minutes away from unloading. The very second I felt Dawn's sweet release on my fingers; I thrust forward and came with her, just as she predicted. I had a hand in it, literally, but I gave her credit for the idea. We collapsed, with me on top of her; my rigid member glued inside her ass.

I fell to my side, and slowly my cock started to soften. Dawn pulled off and turned her body to clean me, taking my semi hard cock deep into her throat. Not one to be left out, I pulled at her legs and she slipped her body over mine so I could take care of her.

Dawn was surprised when I skipped her wet pussy, and went straight for her used and open ass. She was cleaning me, and I was going to do the same to her. I could sense her excitement as I dug my tongue deep into her rectum, searching for what I'd just placed there. Dawn was busy sucking the rest of my seed from my shaft, and I was trying to get what I could for her. 

Dawn quickly spun again, slamming her face into mine as she greedily searched to see if I had any more cum in my mouth for her. Knowing her, even for just the short time I had, I knew she'd want what I found, and I did my best to store it for her. Dawn's tongue found the samples I'd collected, and slurped it to feed her addiction. 

We were exhausted. I had Dawn set the alarm, just in case we fell asleep. I had to be on the road by 11:00, and I couldn't afford not to be at work the next day. Sure enough, we drifted off in each other's arms. For me, it was affirmation of what we had shared together.

I woke up to a droning sound, and a wonderful feeling running through my body. It wasn't the dreaded alarm. It was Dawn, humming over my shaft as she sucked my rock hard cock. I had no idea how long it took her to get me hard, or how long she had been humming me awake. But it was long enough that when I became aware of what she was doing, I was cumming. 

"Oh FUCK, lover. I'M CUMMING!" I screamed out, which she already knew, because I'd shot twice in her mouth before my mind caught up with what was happening to my body. It was the smallest load I'd shot all weekend, but I was stunned I had any left at all. 

Dawn pulled up giggling. "That was a delayed reaction, now wasn't it?"

"I thought it was a dream. Actually, I'm not so sure you're not a dream." 

She kissed me, and we hugged.

"My turn!" I said as I threw her on her back and tried to climb between her legs. But Dawn fought me playfully, trying to make it difficult.

We wrestled for a little bit, and I threatened her. "I'm going to eat your sweet pussy, if I have to tie you up to do it!" Dawn's eyes went wild, and the skin from her chest to her neck went red as she became flushed with the thought. I'd hit on a little fantasy scene, and she squirmed more. I looked my left, and saw the two robes we had worn at breakfast on the floor next to the bed. 

Pinning Dawn to the mattress, I leaned over and grabbed them, taking the sashes from the belt loops. Dawn screamed playfully, and let out a laugh as I grabbed her wrists and tied her hands together. Once I tied her arms over her head to the headboard, I tied one of her legs to the corner of her bed. I had to get up to find something else, and while I did, Dawn pulled at her binds. I rummaged through her closet and found an older robe, and that led to her other leg being bound.

Secured, I dove in. The teasing was more deliberate this time, and I used the fact that she couldn't move to my advantage. Dawn was trying to shift her hips to get me to hit her in a place that would get her off, but I was always cautious to avoid it.  

Several times, I'd stop when she was close and move up to kiss her mouth or suck on her tits. Once I had her clean my flaccid cock, dipping it in so she could taste me. I didn't get hard, but that wasn't the point. I was torturing her with pleasure.

Time was winding down in our weekend. While neither of us wanted it to end, we knew it was close. In fact, it became too close. I had glanced over to the clock, and was horrified to see it was almost 11:00. I concentrated on her slit, and ran my tongue all around her clit. Dawn came the moment the alarm sounded. It was climactic in every sense. Her body shook, straining against the restraints.

"OH LOVER, I'M CUMMING FOR YOU! I'M CUMMING FOR YOU ONE MORE TIME!"

I reluctantly pulled up, and crawled up her body; a trip I had come to love. Nibbling at her breasts as I passed them, I reached over and shut off the alarm. A long, lingering kiss followed, with Dawn licking herself off of my chin.

I got off the bed and stared at her body as she breathed heavy, trying to recover from one of her biggest orgasms of the weekend. 

I dressed and packed my bags, all the while looking at Dawn, ragged and helpless on the bed. Once I had everything ready to go, I went to the foot of the bed and smiled at her. She smiled back. I reached down and started to untie her.

"Neil?"

"Yes, lover?"

"Don't do it."

"Don't do what?"

"Don't untie me."

"I have to Dawn. I have to go." "I know. I want you to leave me like this."

"Why?"

She had a small tear running down her cheek.

"Because, I need you to. I'm horrible at goodbyes. I want to remember you just like this. And this is what I want you to remember. I want to remember you walking away, leaving me totally satisfied, and on edge knowing that someone will find me as you left me, and knowing exactly what you did to me. And I want you to remember me, lying her, naked and spread, my pussy dripping for you. Please leave me this way."

It was not how I would have thought to leave her, but it also was an image that would be burned into my retinas forever. I was going to ask her if she was sure, but I could see the answer in her grayish blue eyes. I nodded and walked over to sit next to her, kissing her one last time.

"Thank you for making me whole again, Dawn. I want you to know, you'll always be my lover."

"Thank you for getting rid of my own demons, Neil. I'm so glad you asked me be your lover."

I kissed Dawn tenderly on her forehead, and grabbed my bags. 

I turned one last time at her doorway. I could see her getting emotional, and I smiled and turned, not wanting to say anything else. It was going to be a long trip home anyway. Letting it tug at my heartstrings would only make it worse.

I locked the door to the house and piled into my car. I never looked back in the rear view mirror. Driving in the dark, I made my way to the interstate and began the long, torturous journey back to my parents' house. It was a life I really didn't want to return to after the weekend I'd just had. But at least I was going back with my bitterness gone and a heart that no longer had a hole in it. 



Ann: A Love Story Ch. 09



The drive from my parents' house to work was not what anyone would call a commute. In a town of 5,000, you're never more than five minutes from anywhere. Add the fact the the plant started production at 7:00 in the morning, and there weren't exactly traffic jams to deal with.

With Dawn fresh in my mind, and having escaped the house without having to face my Mother, Betsy, with any serious grilling about what I'd been up to over the weekend, I made my way through the quiet streets of small town America. I was tired and sore, and already I was bored. It was going to be a cruel day.

I was pleased though, at least about getting past the Mom hurdle. I needed time to mull over what to say, and how to phrase things when it came to what happened over the weekend. I was never good at lying to my Mother, and she seemed to have a sense about those kinds of things that was uncanny. But, when I could find a way to shade the truth in a certain light, I was often blessed with good results. It was all in the presentation. 

And preparation for any kind of inquisition was the key. I left the house with so much I didn't want to share with Mom...almost the entire weekend, that getting ready to answer the unknown questions she might have made me feel like I was about to walk into a final exam in college having never studied at all. I needed the time at work to cram for the test. 

My father Darren, on the other hand, wouldn't be such an issue. He didn't ask the pointed questions Mom did, dealing more in generalities than in specifics. For instance, if he wanted to know if you had a good day, a yes or no would satisfy him for an answer. He didn't care about the details of why in either direction. That was good, because I'd be seeing him well before I saw Mom again.

After college, I went to work for the company my father worked for. As a VP, he'd worked most of his adult life there to get where he was, busting his ass to work his way up. I'd toiled there seven years, working grunt jobs and keeping my nose clean. After three years, I too started climbing that corporate ladder, to the point where I was running my own department. 

But nepotism is an interesting thing. First of all, it's a fact that I got my first job because of who I was related to. It wasn't like I went through a vigorous interviewing process. They needed someone to work in the shipping department, doing grunt work, and who my father was got me the job. Not exactly the glamour position I was hoping for coming out of school, but it was a job, and a start. It was also a fact that I got every promotion after that initial hire based solely on my own hard work. I knew my father's work ethic, and busted my ass just like he did. I never worried about any review I got from whatever boss I actually reported too. I knew the ultimate evaluation would always be given to me by the old man. If there was one edict I lived by as an employee, it was quite simple. Don't fuck up and embarrass Dad. 

But for me, the nepotism gate swung the other way. There was always a stigma against me. Well more than half of the people that worked at the plant viewed my progression in the company strictly as a result of that relation. It hung over my horizon like an ominous storm cloud, ready to rain down on any personal accomplishment I achieved in my job. It was never because I was qualified, or dedicated, or hard working. In those tainted, biased eyes of my co-workers, my success was always because I was Darren's boy.

Dad didn't roll into the plant until 8:30 or so, so I would be well into my morning by the time he got there and made his morning stop in my office to say hello. It was a habit of his, started early in my employment there to make sure I hadn't embarrassed him by not showing up. And it continued to the present day, where he'd stop and talk to me as a contemporary in management. He stopped and talked to all the department heads on his first pass through the plant. 

I was knee deep into the large pile of mundane paperwork on my desk, twice as big as usual because I hadn't been at work on Friday. Dad strolled through door, carrying a bag and two cups of coffee.

"Here you go, sport...heard you got home really late last night."

"Hey Dad. Yeah, I got a late start back. We had to celebrate winning the tournament. What's in the bag?"

"A bagel and a danish. I didn't know which you'd want. So you won the tourney, did you? Did you have a good time?"

"Yeah. Nice bunch of people. Met a lot of folks at their plant on Friday, and I've got some good ideas on how to improve the relationship to help them better. I'll take the bagel, if you don't mind."

My Dad dug through the bag and pulled out the bagel and a little packet of crème cheese to spread over it; and handed it to me. I knew him. He had a big sweet tooth, and I would have ruined his morning if I'd chosen the danish.

"Sounds like you had a couple of big wins then. Good job. Here's a coffee to get you through the morning until you wake up. What are you doing this afternoon?"

"As it stands right now, I think it will be a nap after work, why?"

"That's a good idea. I'm a big fan of the nap after work. Just get through the day Neil. I'll run some interference for you about the trip. They wanted to have a meeting today about how things went, but I'll get it moved to tomorrow."

"Thanks," I said, taking a sip of my coffee. It gave me a jolt. It was really strong; I guess he knew exactly what I needed to jump start me.

Dad was a proponent of the after work nap. I'd often find him on the couch for 20 minutes to a half hour after he got home from work. He called them power naps, and he always woke up bounding with more energy. Of course, his came later in the day. The production floor, including my department, worked from 7:00 to 3:30, but he worked a traditional 8 to 5. But at that point of his career, his eight was always 8:30, and his five was 4:30 most of the time.

I made it through the first couple of hours relatively unscathed, until the morning break. My assistant, Howard, came into the office at that point to ask about the weekend. I gave him a series of non answer answers, and suffered through a ten minute conversation that seemed more like twenty.  He was being pesky, and I think he got a little frustrated that I didn't provide any personal details. I only talked about the business side.  But as he walked out, all I could think about was Dawn. 

I wondered how she did through the night, tied to her bed. I wondered who found her, Mark or Jill. I wondered what she might have told them, or if she'd found a way to get loose from her bonds. I wondered if Mark and Jill had come home and all, and what Dawn might be doing if no one came home. I wondered if she missed me as much as I missed her at that moment.

I knew I would have to endure a moment or two like that. I prayed there wouldn't be thousands. I was bound to have second thoughts about whether Dawn and I could have made it work. Thoughts like we really never gave it a chance; or, we had more in common than we thought. But those were vain attempts by the sexual side of my brain to find that high I'd ridden. For every reason I could think of to try and pursue a relationship with Dawn, I had what seemed like dozens bouncing around in my head that told me not to. The biggest of all was that Dawn herself saw us for what we were, and had agreed. In fact, she initiated it.  

That didn't mean the sexual portion of my mind wasn't working overdrive at the moment to convince the rest of my brain otherwise. And that part of my brain won out more than I cared to let on. But this time was different. It was ironic that it was Dawn who healed me, making me think straight; because the rational side of my brain was telling me...no, warning me, not to make the same mistake twice. I had married because of great sex the first time, knowing all too well my ex and I had a relationship based on little else. The marriage was built on sand. When even the slightest winds of hardship or distress blew across our landscape, the sands were swept away, and the foundation crumbled. 

Yet I ached for Dawn at that very moment. Not so much my heart, but certainly, my cock. Sex was on my mind most of the day. How could it not be? I'd been reawakened from the coma my love life had been in for what seemed like forever, and now that I was revived I wanted to make up for lost time. Yet in a town as small as mine, the realistic options of a sexual encounter like the one I'd had with Dawn over the weekend were non-existent. The best I could hope for was using my regained confidence to my advantage, and become more successful in the dating scene. My problem merely shifted, from a staggering lack of confidence, to the lack of being able to find available women I found attractive where I lived.

Short term, there was always Tina, my cute little blond hairdresser. I'd always thought of her as a pixie, because she was cute and tiny at 5'2", yet she had huge tits and had an ass that didn't quit. 

I found myself picking up the phone several times during the day to dial her at the hair salon she owned. I didn't need a haircut, but I seldom called her for one of those. Of late, they were calls for us to hook up. Just as often, she'd call me. Using each other as fuck buddies had become commonplace. I have to admit, I got a certain thrill the first time Tina called me, asking me to come over just to fuck her. I never thought that would be a call any woman would make to me.

~*~*~*~*~*~

That first time with Tina, I went to get a haircut in loose gym shorts, going commando. I had listened to my friend Matt, and was trying to find a way to stimulate my sex life. He suggested going around with no underwear to feel sexier, something he said he heard about in college. I made the 'mistake' of combining that with gym shorts. 

The way Tina breathed on my neck as she worked on my locks got me aroused. When she ran her fingers through my hair at the end to put in some kind of mousse, I was hard. That was made evident to her by the tent pole that was lifting up the smock I had on. Because the shorts were so loose, and had worked their way up my legs, my cock was out past the leg of the shorts before I could do anything. There wasn't enough material to hold my prick down, so it sprang to life.

Tina saw my predicament, and she got giddy. She knew what I'd been through, knowing all too well about the divorce. Most of the town knew; it was the curse of living in a place with a small population. She asked me what was going on, and I was forced to tell her why I'd dressed as I had.

Having to confess that I dressed without underwear in order to get out of my funk and feel sexy by thinking sexy was embarrassing. But Tina seemed more flattered than anything else, and asked why I had decided to start with her. I couldn't say it was just because it was my first time out in public after Matt told me to do it. And I wasn't sure that was accurate anyway. I had a reason in my dirty little mind; I did choose to wear gym shorts instead of jeans. It wasn't a conscious thought when I left my underwear in the drawer at home, but Tina being a sexy little thing had to be in my heads somewhere...both of them.

So, I told her about how it kind of turned me on when she cut my hair the way she did, breathing her hot breath on my neck, and running her fingers seductively through my hair. And I might have mentioned how her being short brought her big chest into my line of vision every time she turned me in the chair.

Tina walked to the front door and locked it, and turned off the open sign. Since I was her last appointment, that wouldn't have seemed that unusual to anyone walking by on the street. But it did to me...even more so when she turned off the lights, darkening the shop. She didn't say anything. She just spun my chair to make me face her. She fondled her tits through her tight t-shirt, making sure I got an eyeful...and reinforcing my point of how they were directly eye level for me. Lifting the smock to peer underneath, Tina acted like she was a gear head, and she was looking at my engine. She cooed a little bit, and then she drove her head under the soft fabric, letting it fall on top to cover her.

She gave me an incredible blowjob, getting me off in ten minutes as she swallowed my huge load. Popping back up, she smacked her lips and thanked me for the tip. As I paid her, still stunned from what had just happened, she said she was sorry that she didn't have time to do more. I told her she didn't have to, but the way she was grinning let me know she wanted to.

I'll never forget her saying, "Would it be alright if I called you sometime to eat me. I've kind of been in a dry spell myself, and I'd really love it if you'd help me out too."

That started a casual sex relationship that had been going on for several months. We'd meet at her shop after hours, and do whatever our desires drove us to do. It was strictly a physical thing. We had never even kissed, being content to give each other a thank you hug after we'd dressed.

After that first time, Tina and I hooked up every couple weeks, either one or the other of us calling to say we needed help. We tried not to abuse it, not wanting to ruin what we were doing to getting together too often. There was one week early on where we got together four times, and we both knew that was too much. I found our sex together to be much better when one or the other of us was in that frantic 'I've got to get laid or I'll die' frame of mind, and I think Tina did too. 

And as much as I got into that desperate mindset, Tina seemed to get there a lot more often. She placed more than twice the phone calls than I did. In fact, after she had sucked me off that first time, she called me the next day and asked me to return that favor.

I stopped by after she had closed her shop, and she took me into the back room. She had a couch back there for her staff to relax on during breaks. Tina took off her shorts, showing me she hadn't worn underwear either. I didn't know if she just did that for me, or if it was something she always did. It didn't matter because I was too busy giving her one of my patented oral sessions. 

I didn't even cum that time. I went in thinking about repaying the favor, and after a little over an hour of munching on her pussy, she'd cum so many times she passed out. I left her as she lay slumbering, her crotch and her couch both very wet with her juices. I put a blanket over her and let myself out.

Tina called the next day again, and thanked me. We left it at that, until she called a couple of days later to say she wanted to talk to me. I was a little concerned. I loved what I'd done for her and her for me. But we were a mismatch, and we both knew it. Still, I agreed to meet her at a bar near the shop after she got off work. I figured I'd buy her a drink and let her down easy.

When she proposed the arrangement over a couple of wine coolers, I was shocked. First of all, by the fact that I actually liked the drink she bought ME; and also because of her wanting us to use each other for sex. I know I wasn't drunk, but it hit me like I was. As hard as I tried at the time, I couldn't think of a good enough reason not to. So I said yes, and sort of expected her to whisk me off then and there. 

Tina saw me waiting for the invite, and she said, "I didn't mean tonight, Neil. God, after what you did to me yesterday, I might be good for a month! So, unless you need me, I'm good right now."

Her 'month' was actually only a couple of days. Tina called me at noon, and by seven o'clock I was balls deep into one of the tightest pussies I'd ever fucked. There has to be something about being that petite that made her that snug. She suffocated my prick, and it felt incredible. I ended up leaving her salon that night at 11:00, totally satiated.

~*~*~*~*~*~

I stared at my phone, receiver in my hand as I waited to dial. I even dialed the first few digits several times, before pressing the disconnect button as I wavered on what to do. Finally hanging up, I realized I wasn't ready for Tina. I didn't 'need' her yet. After my weekend with Dawn, I might not need her for a while.  I didn't need sex. I needed sleep. I wasn't in mental shape to make any decisions. I was too drained.

I went through the rest of my workday avoiding any major issues, or conversations concerning my weekend. That included the need for any phone calls to or from Mark at S-T Incorporated. While I was curious about Dawn and about Mark and Jill's night with Denise, I was better off not having to deal with that my first day back. I needed my space, at least for a day. I'd be able to handle those things much better once I'd actually gotten a real nights' sleep. 

Getting off work at 3:30, I was home in less than ten minutes. I had the house to myself, since both of the folks wouldn't be off work for a while. I went straight to my room, stripped and got into bed. I was naked, since I always slept that way. I'd gotten used to locking the door so I wouldn't get an unexpected intrusion; not that either one of my parents ever thought about barging in without knocking. It was more of a precaution on my part.

I tried to go to sleep, but couldn't. I was keyed up. All the thoughts of Dawn I'd tried to hold back during the day came crashing to the front of my brain, wrecking any chance I had for that quick slip into slumber I'd hoped for. I knew what I needed to do, and it didn't take long to find a focal point. 

I masturbated, using Dawn as my motivation; my inspiration. I could have used any of the numerous sexual escapades we'd been involved in, but I was drawn to the vision of how I left her. She wanted me to remember her like that, tied up and naked, her pussy dripping from me making her cum. I don't think I've ever beaten myself so hard or so fast. My fist was flying over my cock, and in just a couple of minutes I was spewing spunk all over my chest and stomach. 

~*~*~*~*~*~

I woke up to what I thought was my alarm. I swatted at it, trying to hit the snooze, but it didn't go off. Instead, it was the phone in my room. I tried to focus on the clock, but my eyes were too blurry to tell what time it was. It finally stopped ringing, only to have a knock at my door a moment later.

"Neil?"

"Yeah, Mom," I said groggily.

"Matt's on the phone. Do you want to talk to him, or do you want to go back to sleep?"

"No...I'll talk to him. Thanks."

I sat up and looked at the clock. It was 6:50. I'd slept about three hours. I reached up to grab the phone on the bookcase type headboard of my bed. As soon as I grabbed it, I knew I made a mistake. My right hand was covered with semi-dried, but still gooey, cum.

I looked down and saw that I had fallen asleep without bothering to clean up the mess I had made jacking off. I was lucky. I usually sleep on my side. But I was so tired I had never moved once I crashed. I could feel the glacier of sperm drifting down my chest and stomach, slowly inching its way toward my cock. 

I lay back down and switched the phone to my other hand. I didn't have time to clean up because Matt was waiting for me. I made the best of it and got on the line.

"Hey Neil, are you sick?" Matt asked.

"No, why?"

"You're Mom said you were asleep. You're not slipping again, are you?"

Matt was referring to my habit of sleeping too much when I was in the throes of my divorce induced depression. It was better to sleep than to stay conscious and have to actually think and deal with my despair. Being a great friend, Matt did everything in his power to pull me out of the abyss, keep me busy, and try to bring me back to life.

"No. I just got home really late last night. Only got about 4 hours of sleep...it was a long weekend."

"Did you win?" Matt asked, knowing that I had traveled to Michigan for the softball tournament.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 09



"Yeah. I had a great time. It really wore me out though."

"Well, that's because you always play too hard."

He was talking about softball, but he might as well have been talking about sex. It was the action between the games with Dawn that really gave me the workout. I'd tell him about it eventually, but over the phone didn't seem like a good idea.

"Yeah, but that's what won it. We only had ten on the team."

"Wow. That's impressive. Hey, are you too tired to play some ball?"

Ball. That could mean a lot of things in a lot of different places. But if you're born in the state of Indiana, ball only means one thing: basketball. You could be asked to play baseball, or softball, or even football; but 'Ball' always meant basketball. It's the state religion, taken so seriously that when you're born, they place a basketball in the crib with you.

Matt parents' had poured a huge cement patio off their back patio door. They had a walkout basement, and the design of the house and surrounding landscape allowed for the patio to be hidden from the street. The goal was cemented into the ground facing the back of the house, and the backboard extended out to allow play under the boards. The patio itself was so expansive that Matt had not only painted a full lane, he also had a three-point line. 

"I don't know. What's going on?"

"I've got five. I was wondering if you'd come over so we can play three on three." 

I did a self assessment of my condition. I felt pretty good, feeling rested from my nap. If I went back to sleep, I'd never sleep through the night, so I had to get up, at least for a while. Playing ball at Matt's seemed like a better option than having to face my Mom, who I'm sure was still lying in wait to ask me countless questions about my weekend.

"Okay, let me take a shower and I'll be over," I said.

"Shower? Screw that...you're only going to sweat anyway. Get over here!"

I looked at my stomach, covered with a drying pool of spunk.

"I'm a mess man. It'll be quick, I promise."

"Okay, but we're waiting on you. Expect to be picked on."

I hung up and grabbed some Kleenex, making a quick swipe across my abdomen to get the majority of my load soaked up. I grabbed some clothes and opened my door. The bathroom I used was right next to my room, so I literally was out of one room and into the other in two seconds. 

I was dressed and heading down the hall in 10 minutes. My Mom was in the kitchen and had a sandwich made for me. She knew what Matt had wanted, and she knew I'd go.

"Are you going to stop and eat, or are you eating on the run again?" she asked sarcastically. 

"You're the one that put the sandwich on a napkin. That means I have to eat on the run. If only you'd used a plate," I responded playfully.

She laughed and kissed me on the cheek. She knew not to ask when I was coming home. After being there over a year, we'd gotten past that hurdle a long time ago. I grabbed the sandwich and a coke, and headed out the door.

Matt lived about 5 blocks away. I walked there a lot of times, but with me being waited on, I drove. Pulling into his driveway, I didn't bother going to the front door. I walked around the side, down the hill to the court. I finished my sandwich as I rounded the corner of the house. The guys were there, shooting around. They'd already settled on teams, and I felt like the last kid picked to play at the grade school playground. I took one last swig of my coke and placed it on top of the grill against the wall. They let me take a couple of shots to warm up, and that was it. We were playing less than three minutes after I got there.

We were playing games to 20, winning by two, and three pointers counted. When we finished our third game, we took a break to get a drink and switch teams. With Matt being almost 8 years younger than me, most of the guys we played with were around his age, in their early 20's. It wasn't a problem for me. I was good player and could more than hold my own. But all the softball I'd played over the weekend caught up with me, and the break was a welcomed reprieve, if even for a moment.

They gave me crap of course. Typical stuff about being the 'old man' and needed a walker. When I responded with the fact that my team had won all three games we played, and I was scoring more than the other two, their playful banter came to an end for a little bit.

I was taking another sip of my now warm coke, sitting on one of those white plastic patio chairs. Through the screen door, I heard some talking and laughing inside the house. It was two females, and they seemed to be having a hilarious conversation. One was Matt's sister, Maria. The other voice I couldn't place; yet it sort of sounded familiar. And I was certain I had heard that laugh before. I didn't bother to look inside the door. Maria was a senior in high school, so I assumed it was one of her friends that had been over before, but for whatever reason, I couldn't get that voice out of my head.

We started up another round of games, changing line-ups to mix things up a little. Part of it was the three guys who kept losing wanting a chance to be on the winning side for once. The games did get a little more competitive, but I was still hot from outside. My team lost the first game by two, but we won the last two going away because I couldn't miss. 

We took another break, and Matt went in to get us some Gatorade and turn on the floodlights so we could see. I sat in that same plastic chair, becoming enchanted by that lilting voice talking to Maria. I couldn't even hear what was being said. Just the sounds and inflection, and the infectious laughter drifting through the tight weave of the mesh covering the sliding door.

Matt handed me a drink as he walked by, and passed out some for the other guys. I pulled out my wallet from my coat and handed him a five. He smiled. Matt knew I would always chip in, and that set a tone for his friends. Coming to his house to play ball was always a good time, but I never expected his parents to foot the bill for our eating and drinking there.

He sat down next to me, across from his friends as they discussed the next way to make the teams so that I didn't make them look bad. I had a soft chuckle to myself as Matt sat back with his sports drink. If the other guys hadn't been there, he would have handed me a beer. He had just turned 21, and most of his friends were just a little younger. One of the other guys was his age, but Matt wasn't going to get in trouble for giving a beer to a friend if they weren't old enough; at least not at his house.

I could tell Matt wanted to ask about my weekend, and at that point, I was totally okay with him asking. I wouldn't mind sharing my story, just to find out how believable the reality of it sounded. Because even in my head, while I knew all of it was true, it certainly didn't sound like it could be. 

Before Matt could ask me anything, I heard that exhilarating laugh again.

"Matt, who is that Maria is talking to?"

"That's Ann. She's a friend of the family. She's in town this week visiting her parents."

Shaking my head, I let it go. I obviously had been mistaken, although as I heard it again, I could have sworn I had heard that voice, and that laugh before.

We started a series of three more games, and the rest didn't hurt my game. For whatever reason, I was shooting lights out even more than my usual good touch. The guys were mouthing off about me draining three pointer after three pointer, and I made a comment about never looking at the line when I shot, so I didn't know if they were three pointers or not. I got some more crap, and I said it was true.

Matt scoffed. "You're telling me you never look to see where the line is."

"No, I don't. I never have. If I'm open, I shoot; unless there's someone else more wide open I can pass to," I said as I zipped a backdoor pass to my teammate that Matt was supposed to be guarding.

I stood there laughing, but Matt still didn't believe me. He grabbed the ball out of the basket and threw it back to me. I took a shot, swishing it.

"How in the world did you learn to shoot from there without knowing where the line is?" he asked, astounded as I did it again from a different spot behind the arc.

"Because, we didn't have a three point line when we were in High School," said the owner of that sexy voice that had been haunting me. 

It came from behind me, and I spun around to find a gorgeous woman checking out my ass in my basketball shorts. She glanced up to meet my eyes. It had been a long time since I had a woman checking out my ass before I had stared at hers over first.  Her shoulder length brown hair had been permed, framing her stunning face perfectly. She was slender, her thin waist showing in her very tight jeans. She was wearing a yellow blouse, almost see through, and I could make out the shadow of the black half bra she was wearing to lift her breasts. They weren't big by any stretch. She was a 34B, but they were very perky, and the nipples pointing through the thin bra appeared to be huge.

Normally, I would have been trying to check out her ass, since she'd already checked out mine, but I was lost in the coffee colored eyes that were locked on mine. A soft, knowing smile formed on her face.

"You always could shoot. How are you Neil?"

"Ann? Ann Franklin?"

She walked over and gave me a hug. It was actually more than a hug. I'm not sure why I felt that way, but the tingle that shot up my spine told me it was.

"Neil. Neil Thomas," she said, playing with how I said her first name twice, not believing she was standing there. "You look great. You've really...matured." 

"My God, Ann. What are you doing here?"

I knew why. She came home for the High School reunion I had escaped town to miss. But I didn't know why she would be a Matt's house. Strangely, she knew what I meant in my generic, could have meant anything, question.

"I used to baby-sit Matt and Maria when they were little. I came by to say Hi."

I looked at Matt, who was bewildered.

"You two know each other?" he asked.

"Matt, why didn't you tell me Ann's last name? I've been racking my brain trying to figure out where I've heard that great laugh before."

I didn't realize it at the time, but I had been hugging Ann the whole time, and when I let go to look at Matt, she had remained next to my side, and had grabbed my hand. She was holding it while I talked to him.

"It never occurred to me. She's just a family friend. Why?"

"You said she was here visiting her parents."

"She is. She came here from California for her...reunion. Did you guys go to school together?" Matt said, knowing I had fled town to avoid mine.

"Exactly how many 10 year reunions did you think they were having in town this weekend, Matt?" I asked. Ann squeezed my hand as she let out one of those cute giggles of hers.

I turned to look at her, and I was mesmerized. 

"I knew I knew that laugh," I said.

"Yeah, I get that a lot."

I started walking with her, back into Matt's basement rec room.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"I'm done. I've schooled you guys enough tonight. I want to spend some time with someone my own age for a change."

We walked hand in hand through the door, although I still wasn't sure why. She stopped just inside the door and said, "Wait here a minute, Neil." 

Ann opened the door to the laundry room and opened the downstairs refrigerator I'd been in many times. She grabbed two cold Heinekens from inside the door, and walked back out, handing me one. As I took it, I looked at her funny.

"It's okay. I don't think Henry will mind. I'm like a daughter to him and Karen." 

"That's interesting. They tell me all the time that I'm like their oldest son."

Ann's dark eyes sparkled for a second, and she said, "Gee, I hope that's not true."

"Why?" I asked.

"Because, I wouldn't want anything I might say to you to be construed as incestuous."  

I was floored. That was the most amazing sentence I'd ever heard. I was aroused almost instantly, which was not a good thing in the shorts I was wearing. I was glad I had at least worn underwear to play ball in. Ann raised her hand, wanting me to take hers again. I did, and she led me across the basement to the big soft sectional couch, and she had me sit in the corner. 

I was surprised when Ann went to the wall and switched off the overhead light, and then turned on a floor lamp across the room to the lowest wattage of the three-way bulb. Sitting down really close to me, she opened her beer. She took a sip, and placed her hand on my knee.

Normally, I would have been a little unnerved. But my weekend with Dawn was fresh in my mind, and this was just par for the course I'd been playing.

Ann took a deep breath and closed her eyes for just a second; then she moved her hand away.

"You don't have to do that on my account."

"What's that?" she asked.

"Move your hand. It felt nice."

"I wasn't sure what you'd think. I know you've been through a lot."

"Yeah...that's kind of why I didn't go to the reunion. I didn't want to be 'divorced guy'."

"I know," she said as she took another drink.

"How did you know?"

"Karen. She's got the biggest mouth in town, you know."

Ann was right. I really liked Matt's Mom. She treated me well, and let me hang out with her son even though he was so much younger...although Matt was the most mature 21-year-old I'd ever met; more than his Mom in a lot of ways. She did like to gossip.

"Yeah. I guess I do. Still, I didn't want to be the only divorced guy there."

"You wouldn't have been. There's more than you think, even with a class as small as ours was."

I took a swig of my beer and asked the question I had sworn I was never going to ask, but did, only to be polite.

"So, how was the reunion?" I asked, almost cringing as the words came out of my mouth.

"It just got a lot better 10 minutes ago," Ann said, flashing a wicked little smile.

I had to follow that up, so I said, "Why is that?"

I got the kind of answer I was hoping for when she said, "Because, I'm with you right now."

"So, tell me. What happened at the reunion?"

Ann gave me a disgusting look, and put her beer on the coffee table.

"Neil, you don't want to talk about the reunion any more than I do. Do you? Do any of those people really interest you?"

I was knocked off stride a little with that comment. Not sure how to follow up, I sat silently.

Ann smiled and put her hand back on my leg. Stroking it back and forth a little, she said, "I only came back for the reunion to see my family. I thought maybe things would be different after 10 years. But they're pretty much the same. And frankly, so are most of the people from our class. So, I'm just going to say that I went, saw them, left, and leave it at that. I can wait another 10 years for the next one."

I was a little confused by her comments, especially when I factored in that I was part of the group she was rejecting. Truth be told though, I used the divorce as an excuse not to go because I really didn't want to see them either. There were many I saw around town anyway. 

Ann saw me pondering, and once again rescued our conversation.

"You're not part of them, Neil."

"What are you talking about?"

"Every one of those people at the reunion; the ones from our class...I've known all of them my entire life. But you came here during our junior year. I only knew you a year and a half. And you were different. You came from out east somewhere, and you didn't act like all the people here."

I found our conversation suddenly not only interesting, it was fascinating. I couldn't ever remember having a conversation with Ann in High School. I'm sure we did, because we hung out in the same circles. Ann was a jock, like I was. But she was never at any of the parties I went to, and I never saw her at any of the hangouts most of my friends and I frequented.

"I never remember you being so interested in...how do you remember all that about me?

"I'm tempted to say Karen, but that would be the easy way out. I suppose the better answer would be that I was always intrigued by you, from the first day I met you."

"Funny, I must have missed that over the year and a half we went to school together."

"Well, I said intrigued. Not in love. And, it wasn't like it would have mattered anyway."

"Why would you say that?" I asked.

"My parents were, uh, just a little strict. That's why I bolted this place after I graduated. I had to find out who I was."

"So, did you?"

"I think so. I became confident, and self sufficient. I made some mistakes, sewed my fair share of wild oats. Had some bad relationships that ended worse; nothing like yours, I'm sure. But we all have a past Neil. My problem with this town was I was never going to have a past, because there was no future for me here."

"That's a pretty deep sentence, Ann. You know, the change has done you good. You do seem more confident. And you've found yourself...that's for sure."

She laughed a little and said, "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Well, for one, you won't any woman in this town dressed like you; probably in the county."

Ann looked at her outfit and then at me. "Is there something wrong with how I'm dressed?"

"Oh God no. I think you look..."

Ann leaned in close because I didn't finish my sentence. I wasn't sure just where I wanted to go with this. The last thing I needed was another short term fling like I had with Dawn. But I could feel myself heading cock first in that direction.

"How do I look, Neil?" she asked.

"To me, you're a breath of fresh air in a town that's stale. You look incredible, Ann. And I love the way you're 'almost' dressed. You can certainly tell you've moved on from this place."

"Funny, I left my more risqué clothes at home," she said, grabbing my interest even more.

"Well now I'm really disappointed." 

"Why would you say that?"

"It's been so long since I've seen you, and now you tell me I could have been seeing more of you, but you brought the wrong cloths!"

"I'm here the rest of the week. Maybe you will."

~*~*~*~*~*~

Ann and I talked about our families, and what it's like to live at home again at our age. Even though she was only home for a couple of days, I knew she saw my points. I told her about my job, and working where my Dad works, and all the positives and negatives that went with it. She told me about her job, being the manager of a trendy women's fashion store in a big mall in Northern California.

We talked about her 'big' relationship, where she invested 2 years into a guy that basically was dating someone else at the same time, and chose the other woman instead. She didn't have to get divorced, but that didn't make it any less painful. 

Ann asked about my failed marriage. She knew my ex, and she had heard stories at the reunion. But she said she didn't believe any of them that had me as the bad guy. For the first time, I felt like I could share what happened and not fear a backlash. Dawn had set me free of that over the weekend.  

Ann listened, all the while running her hand up and down my leg, coming closer and closer to the bottom of my shorts. I viewed it intellectually as being attentive to what I was saying, and supportive. I viewed physically as a huge turn on, and worried I was going to have a tight crotch very soon.

Then Ann threw me a curve.

"So, you know what I did this weekend. What did you do up in Michigan?"

"How did you know I was there?"

"Karen, Maria, most of the people in our class that still live in town."

"Yeah. It is a small town, isn't it!," I said, taking a swig of beer.

"So, what did you do?"

"I really don't want to say," I said not wanting to ruin the moment we were having with a story about my escapades.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 09



"Why not?"

"Because it's a small town."

"Well, since I don't live here, and you can trust me, why don't you tell me? You know you want to tell me."

And truthfully, I did. If I got it out, it would be easier to get past it and move on. I had to tell someone just to make sure I believed it myself. And Matt, as much as I loved the guy, was just a slip away from saying something wrong in front of his Mom and it WOULD be all over town.

So, I told her...everything.

Ann went through a lot of emotions as I told her the slightly abbreviated version, but leaving in all the naughty parts. She was more on edge than during my details about my divorce. Perhaps that was because she knew how that ended, and this was more of a surprise ending.  I could tell she was excited. Actually, she was turned on. I could see it in her soft brown eyes.

Towards the end, Ann finally asked some questions. She had been sitting silent, save for the occasional moan, or involuntary comment in reaction to something I told her.  

"So, you're not going to call Dawn?"

"No. I told you, it wouldn't work. It was just sex."

"It sounded like great sex. So, you know it wouldn't work, because?"

"Because I was in one that didn't work that had great sex. If nothing else, I think I learned that lesson. I guess you just sort of know. The age thing was going to be a problem, and we really didn't have that much in common. We have more in common this second than I ever would have with Dawn. You have no idea how refreshing it is to talk to a woman my own age, but has a brain and a hot body, and a..." I trailed off after I said 'hot body', thinking that I had gone a step too far.

"Go on!" Ann encouraged, her eyes twinkling.

But before I could expand on that thought, Matt walked downstairs. 

"Hey guys. I think it's great you're catching up and all. But I've got to get to bed."

"Bed, why?" I asked.

"Because it's one in the morning, and I have to go to work in a few hours. So do you."

I looked at my watch in disbelief. Ann and I had been talking for over 4 hours. There were six empty beer cans next to us, and Ann stood up, knowing we needed to go. I didn't want the night to end. Matt knew that.

"Look, I was going to take Ann over to the End Zone tomorrow. She wanted to by me a beer, since I'm old enough now. You can come with us and finish the conversation then."

Ann took my hand and said, "You will come, won't you Neil?" 

If Matt wasn't standing there, I would have likely said something sexual. Ann must have sensed that I censored myself, because she had a little grin on her face that was very telling. Instead we said good night to him and walked out the back door. Ann and I walked around the side of the house to my car.

"Let me drive you home," I said. 

She looked at my car and said, "Nice. Divorce present?"

"Am I that transparent?"

"I don't blame you. I bet you look hot behind the wheel."

"Get in, I'll show you," I said as I went to open the door for her.

"My parents live just around the corner, Neil. Remember, it's a small town."

"Can I walk you home, then? It may be small, but it is late, and I wouldn't feel right just letting you walk alone."

"I love a man with manners," Ann said, and she held out her hand. 

We walked that way to her parents' home, which literally WAS just around the corner. If we would have cut through Matt's back yard across the huge open lot to the back and right, we'd have cut our two minute walk to less than a minute. We had taken the long way around.

Ann and I stood under a large maple tree next to the driveway of her parents ranch styled home. She turned to me, and didn't let go of my hand. 

"You are going to come tomorrow night, aren't you Neil?"

A smirk appeared on my face as I thought of what I would have said in Matt's basement, and now had the opportunity to say again. I decided to pass on the opportunity.

"I wouldn't miss it Ann. I love talking to you."

She gave me a similar smirk. "I'm disappointed."

"What? Why?" 

"I figured you would know by now that you can say anything to me. I'm not going to be shocked. Besides, what's the fun of flirting if only one of us is going to do it? You should have said what you wanted to say."

"I'll make a note of that for future reference."

"Good."

Ann got up on her toes and reached for the back of my head, pulling her to me. She kissed me, and I kissed her back. It was the most sensuous kiss I could remember, and that included the weekend.

Ann pulled back and licked her lips. 

"Goodnight, Neil. I'm going to go inside now and pretend I'm in high school again."

"What does that mean?"

"It means, I'm going to go to bed in my old bed, in my old bedroom next to my parents. And I'm going to try to be quiet while I masturbate thinking about you...just like I did when we were in high school."

I wasn't sure if she was going for shock, but I didn't bite. I just smiled. She took her hand and patted my crotch.

"I can hold off a little bit. Why don't you go home and join me? I'd love to think you were doing it too, all because of me. That's if you have any left. You had a pretty full weekend."

"I think I can manage," I said, calling her bluff.

"Okay. I'm going to start at 1:30. See you tomorrow night."

When I kissed her the second time, she sighed a little as I pulled away. "See you tomorrow, Ann."

I turned to walk away, back toward my car in front or Matt's house. 

"Hurry. After that kiss, I'm not make it much past 1:30!" she said quietly. In the dark of the night, her words still echoed off the trees and houses in the neighborhood.

I walked around the corner, out of sight, and then I sprinted to my car. I was home with plenty of time to spare. It's not like Ann would have known if I was late, or even if I did it at all. But I would know, and suddenly, that mattered a lot. And at that point I needed to cum as much as she said she did.

When my clock turned to 1:30, I took my hard cock into my hand and started stroking it. It was something I had done many times in the middle of the night since I'd moved back home. But this time, it wasn't out of desperation or despair. I was motivated by a different erotic thought. I tried to last as long as I could, but I was so worked up that I didn't last that long at all. I spewed all over myself again.

When I went to grab some Kleenex to wipe up my cum, I found I'd used the last of them from my frantic jack off session when I'd gotten home from work. I knew I'd never be lucky enough to keep from staining the sheets a second time, so I used my boxers to clean up the mess I made.

I fell asleep dreaming of Ann. I figured it would take weeks, if not months, for me to go to sleep dreaming of anyone but Dawn. But Ann was able to do it in just a few short hours, and we had only flirted. I couldn't wait to meet her the next night!



Ann: A Love Story Ch. 10



I should have been tired when I woke up. It had been another late night, and I had gotten very little sleep. But I woke up feeling refreshed and alive. My first thought was of Ann. I was excited about her being at Matt's and getting a chance to talk to her. I was more excited that she had seemed to be interested enough in me to openly flirt. And I was ecstatic that I would be seeing her again that evening. Suddenly, the weekend seemed like a distant memory. 

I looked at the boxer's I'd dropped next to my bed after using them to clean myself up the before falling asleep. They were crusted and hard from the dried cum. I couldn't put them in the hamper in my bathroom, so I stuffed them under my bed for the time being and got up to take a shower. I usually did my own laundry, but every once in a while my Mom would need some more clothes to finish out one of her loads, so she'd do mine. It wasn't often, but I wasn't going to take a chance.

On the way out of my room on my way to work, I put them in a sports bag and headed down the hall. I had a habit of taking the bag with me a lot, and I often took it as I went to work, in case something came up and I didn't want to head home first. So it wouldn't be that unusual for me to carry it with me in the morning. 

I had actually woken up early so I went and put the bag in the car, and went back in to make some breakfast. As I walked back into the house, Mom was standing in the kitchen, and she was surprised to see me.

"You're up early. I thought you got in late again last night."

"I did. I just woke up early, and I couldn't go back to sleep, so I got up. I feel pretty good, but I could sure use some coffee."

She poured me a cup and I sat down to have a bowl of cereal. 

"You weren't playing basketball all night, were you?" she asked.

Mom wasn't being nosy. She could be, but she wasn't all the time. She just hadn't seen me in a while, and she rarely had company with her in the morning, since Dad and I tended to run out as soon as we were ready.

"No. We played a couple of hours. I was up late talking to an old friend from school. She came back for the reunion. I wanted to find out how it went."

"I thought you wanted to avoid it."

"I did avoid it. That doesn't mean I don't want to know if I was the only loser in our class."

"Neil, stop talking like that! We've talked about that. You have too..."

I laughed and said, "Relax, Mom. I was kidding. It was just nice to see her, and to actually talk to someone my age."

"Who was it?"

"Ann Franklin. I'm not sure you remember her. She didn't hang out after school much."

"Sure I do. She's Marlin and Jean's girl. She was cute, if I recall," she said, always trying to make a match. I think just to get me out of the house.

"Actually, she's gone from cute to gorgeous, unlike a lot of girls in our class. She's spent her 10 years becoming a babe. She also lives in California, so calm down."

Mom smiled. She was happy to see me in a good mood for once.

I slipped out the door and headed to work, once again escaping any questioning about the weekend. With Ann in her mind, that was a distant event. And Ann had the same effect on me.

~*~*~*~*~*~

The morning went very smooth. Dad came in to say hi, and he made some small talk about my seeing a schoolmate. As usual, he had just enough information to be dangerous. I got him square on the details and he went his merry way.

The meeting Dad got put off the day before happened just after the morning break and it went very well. My boss was very enthusiastic, and I also got some great responses from the other department heads, as well as the President of the company. I walked away feeling good, but still knowing that there would be a large percentage of the company that wouldn't see things as they were. I was a just product of genes, and to them, it was all about who I was related to. I knew that shouldn't have bothered me, but it always did, even on my best days.

I got a phone call from Mark at S-T Incorporated about a half hour before lunchtime. His meeting with Harry, their VP, went very well, and he was looking at a promotion. That, and Harry was so thrilled about finally winning the tournament between all those competitive companies, he was handing out bonus checks to all the players.

"I just put your check in the mail, buddy!"

"You didn't have to Mark. Believe me, I got well compensated while I was up there. You should have kept it."

"It's a check, Neil, not cash. Besides, I think you'll be glad I didn't."

"Why?" I said, thinking Harry was giving us something like $25.

"It's for $500, Neil!"

"What? He shelled out five grand on the team?"

"Yeah...but it gets better. Come to find out, the big wigs from all of the companies in the tournament wager on the games. Harry told me yesterday that after seeing you and Dawn play together, he went around and increased all his bets. He really cleaned up. He gave us half of what he won. I felt guilty about taking the money too, until he told me that."

With the mention of Dawn, I felt compelled to ask Mark some questions about his Sunday night and Monday morning. I didn't really want to, but I knew it would be worse if I never brought it up. I didn't want Mark to think I didn't appreciate his hospitality. And I didn't want him to think that everything we did was now an issue. So, I asked about his time at the hotel.

"Denise was incredible, Neil. I can't believe she's 48. You were right, she looks twenty years younger than that, and she fucks like it too. I think you and Dawn really just got her warmed up."

"Did you feed her?" I asked, concerned that they had forgotten.

"Besides the couple of loads she swallowed from me, and all the cum she drank from Jill?"

"Yes, dumbass...did she get a real meal?"

"Funny you should ask. When Jill and I opened the door, Denise was in the Jacuzzi. We thought she was in a bathing suit, but she got out naked and dried off, and then gave us each a big hug and a kiss. At that point, I thought we were going straight to the bed. But she said she was famished, and asked what we brought her to eat."

"You didn't take anything, did you?" I said disgustedly.

"No. Jill wanted to order room service. So I picked up the phone to call, and Denise told me to ask for Carlos. So I did, and when he got on the phone, Denise took it from me. She hung up the phone, and she was giddy and told us to hurry and get undressed."

"So, what happened?"

"Long story short, Denise was watching Jill ride me while she sat on my face. They were kissing each other, and there was a knock at the door, followed by a guy with a Hispanic accent announcing room service. Denise jumped off my face and ran to the door, yelling that her Latin lover was at the door."

"Wait, I thought I was the first guy she'd had since she got divorced."

"You were. Apparently, Carlos had been putting the moves on Denise since she went to work there. She'd been giving him the stiff arm because he's only 25. But after you, she had time to think about what she'd been missing. I guess her ex ran off with a woman in her mid thirties, and she thought that outdoing him by 10 years would really eat at him. So, she was going to let him make another move and give in."

"So what happened?" 

"We did. He brought the food, but he was just beginning his shift, and he couldn't stop just to have fun. So, we had our fun with Denise first. We fucked her for hours. But Carlos showed back up about 3 in the morning, and he spent the night. The bed was plenty big enough for four."

"Did he fuck Jill?"

"Nah. She wanted to, and I would have let her. But he only had eyes and a cock for Denise. He couldn't get enough of her. I guess having to wait that long, he wasn't going to waste any time or any sperm on another woman. And that really made Denise happy. The fact that a twenty something guy could have fucked a smoking hot girl his own age, and he'd rather fuck someone 20 years older? That wasn't lost on Denise. I think it was sweet retribution for her husband running out on her."

"So, there wasn't a foursome?" I said, stating the obvious.

"Well, not technically. But there were four of us having sex, and there was one moment when I was fucking Jill while I was standing on one side of the bed, and she was on her back. Carlos was standing like I was, on the other side of the bed, fucking Denise doggy style. Denise looked down at Jill, and the next thing we know, they're kissing."

"Wow. That must have been cool."

"That's not even the best part. When Carlos and I came at about the same time, we each came inside our girls. As soon as we finished, Denise crawled to the other side and Jill and her got into a 69 and ate each other. I never went soft watching that. After they made each other cum, Denise looked up from Jill's pussy and saw my cock in front of her face, so she started sucking me. And so Jill scooted out from under Denise, and she sucked Carlos."

"I thought you said that Jill didn't have sex with Carlos."

"No. You asked if she fucked him. She didn't. She only sucked Denise's juice off his cock. He was so turned on by watching Denise suck on me, after a couple of minutes, he wanted to change so he could fuck her again. I'm telling you Neil, those two are made for each other. Carlos can go forever, and Denise can really fuck. I don't know what her ex was thinking."

"That's what I thought too. I'm glad it worked out for all of you. Denise is a great woman. She deserves to be happy. So, when did you guys go home?"

"Well, I had to go to work, so we left about six in the morning so I could go home and great ready. Jill didn't have to go in. She took the day off because of the tournament. So did Dawn."

Dawn and Jill...both with the day off. I was thinking about all of the dirty possibilities, considering how I'd left Dawn; tied up and naked on her bed.

"So, aren't you going to ask?" Mark said, snapping me out of my erotic daydream. 

"Ask what?" I said, knowing he meant Dawn. Mark remained silent on the phone, unwilling to go on with our conversation until I asked the obvious. I either wanted to know, or I didn't, and he wasn't going to offer unless I asked.

Caving to my own internal peer pressure, I asked. I suppose deep down, I really needed to know that how I left Dawn was okay. I'm not sure if it was closure I was seeking out. It was more to turn to the next chapter of my life; I needed that loose end tied up. It turned out it already was tied up, which apparently was what Dawn wanted.

"Which one of you found Dawn?" I asked.

"We both did. She wasn't answering when we called for her, so we went down the hall together."

"Was she still..."

"Oh yeah. She didn't even try to get out. She didn't want to. You did her a huge favor, and you didn't even know it," Mark said laughing into the phone.

"What? How's that?" I asked.

"You tied her up, and you did it on your own. She didn't have to ask you."

"I'm not following you. I already knew that," I said, confused by what Mark was getting at.

"Well, there are a couple of things you need to know first," he said, his voice trailing off.

I feared the worst. Maybe Dawn was hurt, or maybe she was really a lesbian and just played along for me. Maybe she was an alien from another planet sent to heal me, or maybe everything we had done together was all just to give me a heart attack from all the secretive crap that Mark seemed to be alluding to. Or maybe, just maybe, I was being an over reactive idiot.

"And they would be?" I said with trepidation rippling through my body.

"The first is, the hour that we swapped girlfriends, or whatever you and Dawn were..."

"Lovers," I quickly interjected . "Right. When we swapped lovers, and I was with Dawn...we watched TV."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, you and Jill were in our room doing what you were doing, and Dawn and I were on her bed watching TV."

"Porn?"

"No...a ballgame."

"Why? Why weren't you..."

"Because, I wanted to fuck Dawn, but she had established the 'no fucking' rule. She said at the time she was worried about our relationship, and mine with Jill, and hers with Jill. She was worried about all the things that might happen. I was looking at it as sex. I don't have any interest in her, really. But if we were going to go that far, then I didn't want any restrictions."

"Okay, so what happened?"

"Nothing. She knew my stance, I knew hers, and we agreed not to do anything, but we also agreed not spoil Jill's fantasy. And that brings me to the next thing you need to know."

"I'm scared to even ask what," I said, although the first hadn't been the earth shattering news I'd feared. Maybe he was letting me down easy.

Mark took a deep breath and said, "I don't suppose it's a shock to you that Jill and I watch a lot of porn. It was a novelty at first. We found a place where we could get VHS tapes, and it was so new to us that we got engrossed in it. What you were a part of was what that has eventually evolved into."

"What, the cabaret performances?"

"Yes," he said with a laugh. 

"What about Dawn? Where does she fit into all of that?" I asked.

"She kind of stumbled into it. We thought we were alone one night, and Dawn came home early. We were too into it to stop watching, and she was intrigued, so she watched it with us. After that, we weren't so cautious about when we watched, and soon we were all getting together a couple of times a week. But we never did anything between the three of us."

I knew that Dawn had actually started watching porn with Jill first. At least, that's what she told me, and I refused to believe she would lie. Based on what Mark had just said, he thought Dawn had stumbled onto them together. And based on the conflicting stories, my guess was that Jill was playing them both to get her fantasies fulfilled. No matter, it was all done and out now, so mentioning it to Mark would only hurt feelings, and there was no point in that. Whatever happened after I'd left had him bursting with excitement as he told me.

"So we'd watch, and we would share what turned us on. You know, we'd share fantasies. The girls were into a lot more than I was, but that doesn't mean I didn't have any. So we would watch, talk about what we saw, and then Jill and I would go into our room and act something out that turned one of us on."

"What would Dawn do?"

"She masturbated. I felt bad about it, because she had things that turned her on just as much as Jill or I did, but she never got to live them out. That is, until you got here and she got to be Amanda to your Dean. But that was just one of a lot of fantasies she has from looking at those videos with us."

"Well, at least I got to help her live out that one," I said with some sort of pride.

"Two," Mark replied with a laugh.

"Two? You've lost me again, Mark."

"Well, we have almost 50 movies now. Some are total crap, but most of them are pretty good. We each have actors and actresses we're fond of, and we each have certain things that really get us going. And as you would think, for each of us it's different. Anyway, you saw the movie that the girls wanted to act out. It's one of their favorites."

"Yeah, I kind of gathered that. The beach scene was one of the hottest things I've ever seen!"

"Yeah, it was. And Dawn picked a scene out of that movie she wanted to do with you. But she has other scenes from other movies that have turned her on just as much, if not more."

"Really, like what?"

"Funny you should ask. There was one movie that starred the same actresses that were in the movie we watched that played Sophie and Amanda."

"What is it?"

"Well, the movie stars the blond girl. She's in every scene of the movie. She's the heroine, I suppose, and in the movie, she plays an Heiress whose husband is in trouble with mobsters. I won't bore you with the whole plot, but at the beginning of the movie she's kidnapped by the mob in order to try and get her to talk about what her husband had been up to."

"Kidnapped?" I said, not really sure why that detail interested me.

"Uh-huh. So, they take her to this abandoned warehouse, and they strip her and tie her up almost exactly like you had Dawn tied on the bed. I mean, she was tied the same, but they had used ropes. Anyway, she's tied up, and they bring in this mob girl played by the Sophie actress, and she uses sex to her to try and get her to talk, making her cum over and over."

"So that's Dawn's fantasy? Being tied to the bed and made to cum?"

"Part of it; she actually fantasizes about being the Heiress in the ENTIRE movie. After that doesn't work on the bed, there's a scene in a bathtub; well where the mob girl is spraying water on the Heiress's pussy to make her cum again. Then a there's a lesbian scene where the mob girl makes her eat her out. She's got her hands tied behind her, and she's doing it in the middle of an office, under a desk while people are all around."

"That sounds interesting," I said, finding myself actually getting hard at my own desk. A flash of Dawn naked, with her hands tied behind her back, under my desk sucking on my cock went through my mind. I know it was a lesbian scene, but it was my desk, so it was suddenly my fantasy.

"Next, the mob girl threatens the Heiress, and she tells her that the only way to break her and get the needed information is to fuck it out of her. She holds a gun on the Heiress, and they bring in this stud that fucks her in all her holes and finally tit fucks her, cumming on her face. When that doesn't work, the mob girl jacks the guy off, making him cum on the Heiress's face a second time, and they tie her up naked outside of the Heiress's mansion covered with the cum as an example of what will happen to the families of guys that mess with the mob." 

"So, what happened when you found Dawn?" I asked, wanting to know what part of the movie they may have acted out.

"Everything," Mark said laughing.

"Everything?' I said in disbelief.

"Yeah, everything. When Jill saw Dawn on the bed, she smiled at her, knowing Dawn had found herself in the same vulnerable position that the Heiress was in. Dawn and Jill locked eyes, and when Dawn had her attention, she looked over onto the floor near the closet. There, on the floor, was the blond wig."

"Really?" I said, remembering that when Dawn took it off while playing Amanda for me, she threw it there as I came in her mouth after fucking her ass.

"Yes. Jill had me put it on Dawn, and she went into our room and got dressed in her outfit and her Sophie wig. I guess they acted out every scene in the movie, and Jill added some of her own to keep it going all day long."

"What do you mean, you guess?"

"I had to go to work, Neil. I didn't get to see most of it."

"Well, what part did you get to see?"

"The part where I came home from work, and Jill had the 'Heiress' lying on our bed while she held my bb gun, pointing it at her. I walked into the living room, and Jill yelled for me to strip naked. I thought Dawn was out of the house, so I ran in to the room naked, and Jill told me I had to get the Heiress to talk. I was the last chance to protect the Mob and get the secrets she was withholding about her husband."

"So, you fucked her?"

"Every hole, Neil...I fucked her pussy, I fucked her ass, I fucked her face. I fucked her for well over an hour. Then I titty fucked her just like in the movie and I painted her face."

"Holy shit!" 

"Yeah, holy shit. Dawn refused to talk, so Jill got me hard again and gave me this magnificent hand job, and I blew another load on her. She was dripping with my jizz. Man, she looked hot."

"Wow, what a great ending, eh?"

"That's not how the movie ended. I told you, she gets tied up in front of her mansion as an example."

"WHAT? You didn't!"




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 10.5



**** Hello to all my faithful fans

I want to thank the alert reader that sent me an anonymous email to let me know there seemed to be something missing between chapters 10 and 11. You were correct. Thus, I give you Ch. 10.5 - The Missing Chapter. I apologize for the oversight. I posted this one, but somewhere during the process, it didn't upload for submitting to the site. To that fan, I'd really like to offer a more personal thank you...next time you email, use your username so I can email you back through the site. And to the rest of you, I hope you enjoy this chapter too.

mimaster

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I had to pull my shorts up just to drive. I didn't bother zipping or buttoning them once I got them past my hips. Starting the engine, I backed out quietly, waiting to turn on my lights until I had cleared the Franklin residence. 

It was a short trip home, but one filled with questions and concerns. I actually got very nervous. A couple of hours before I had stood staring at my reflection in the bathroom mirror of a bar, wondering if the feelings eating away at my gut were caused by love. But all I could think about as I drove home was that somehow I'd just lost Ann, and I didn't know why.

And that thought itself was weird. Ann lived in California, for heaven's sake. She was going to be leaving in five days to go back to her life, and I'd be in Indiana, rebuilding mine. So, how could you lose something, or in this case, someone, that you never had to begin with? That thought didn't help ease the queasiness I was feeling as I pulled into my parent's driveway. 

Why did Ann run off like she did, without letting me even say goodnight? She had seemed so excited when I kissed her as she held a mouthful of my cum; did she suddenly have second thoughts about that? Maybe I HAD crossed some line with her I was unaware of. Yet, she did say she'd call me, and that she couldn't wait for us to get together the next night. Was that true, or was she just trying to say something to help make a clean escape?

I would have felt better if Ann had turned at the door and waved. Or smiled. Maybe if she had just turned to look back at me. But she was so focused on getting inside as fast as she could, she practically burst through the front door and shut it quickly behind her. Why would she do that?

As I got myself together, shorts wise, I took Ann's panties off the seat and looked at them. No longer concerned with the image of being in control, I lifted them to my nose and inhaled. The scent of her sex was so prevalent on them. Just like her perfume had imprinted itself on my brain, the bouquet of Ann's natural fragrance set me on fire. She had obviously had a huge orgasm while wearing them to leave such a strong aroma behind. If I had helped cause that in any way, why did she bolt? And why take my boxers with her?

When I walked into the house and opened the door, a fear washed over me. I was in my parents' house. Ann was staying with hers. Did one of them peek out of the window and see us? She had gotten into an argument with her Mom before I picked her up. What if her Mom had waited up for her, and was keeping tabs on us?

I quietly made my way to my room, and was in bed shortly after. But it didn't matter. As tired as I was, I had a lot of trouble going to sleep. And this time, whacking off wasn't going to help. I stared at the ceiling, my chest feeling tight; my breathing short and erratic. In my mind, I could feel the walls closing in.

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It was, in reality, a sleepless night. I got some, but not what I needed. My mind seemed to race as I rattled it, looking for answers to questions that I didn't want to even think about, let alone ask Ann. In the shower, I woke up a little and went about admonishing myself for getting so worked up about a girl that I had no future with. I had spent the entire weekend using Dawn, literally, to get over my self-imposed morose. I was able to walk away from her with fond memories, but no feelings of angst that I experienced through the night. As depressed as I felt at that moment, there was no fucking way I was going to slip back to the way I was. That would be a huge disservice to what Dawn and I shared. 

I stayed in the shower longer than usual, knowing I'd have to scramble out of the house to avoid being late. It was a calculated move on my part to avoid having to talk to my mother. She knew all to well I had to be to work on time. On the rare occasion that I ran late, she just said hi and told me to have a good day.

Being right, I skipped out of the house and was on my way to work. I looked to my right, and saw Ann's panties sitting on the seat. I couldn't help myself and picked them up again. The scent brought her back to me, and I licked my lips thinking about what it would be like to drink from the source that provided that wonderful aroma. Thinking happier thoughts, I actually found a way to walk into the plant in a good mood.

I threw myself into the pile of paperwork that awaited me, and made it through the morning break without getting tripped up by any random thoughts of Ann. I had had two cups of very strong coffee, and that helped make up for the lack of sleep I had gotten. It had been a very productive morning, and I was already back on top of the mound of crap that had covered my desk. I was pretty happy about it, especially since I was disappointed in my performance the day before.

The phone rang, and I picked up, saying, "Good Morning, Neil Thomas."

"Good Morning, Ann Franklin," came the singsong reply on the other end.

My heart started beating a hundred miles an hour, and my mouth went dry. I couldn't think of anything to say, which created an awkward silence that seemed to drag on forever.

"Neil?"

I took a quick swig of my coffee just to wet my mouth, and said, "Yeah." But I wasn't successful in hiding the fear of rejection in my voice.

"What's wrong, baby?"

That was the first positive sign I had since I sailed myself into the cesspool of self-doubt and pity the night before. Just Ann saying the word 'baby' brought a smile to my face. 

"Nothing, why?"

Ann confronted me head on, saying, "Don't lie to me, Neil. I know something is bothering you. What is it?"

"Really, Ann. It's nothing?"

"Neil, you of all people should know that relationships between people that care about each other will only work if they communicate. Now what's the matter? I must have done something."

Ann was right, although I was still tripping on the 'relationship' word. Every time she used it, it made me want to scratch my head. Instead of dwelling on that technicality, I decided to forge ahead. So what if our relationship was going to last less than a week; the ground rules should be the same. Throwing caution out the window, I answered Ann's question.

"I got upset about last night."

"Last night. Why? I had a wonderful time."

"That's what I thought too. But the way you bolted out of the car...I thought I'd done something..."

"Oh God, Neil! I'm so sorry. I never thought about you, and how you must have felt. That must have seemed so rude."

"What the hell was it all about? Did somebody see us; your Mom? Or did you just freak and run?"

"Neither, baby. It wasn't what you think at all."

"Well, you're going to have to narrow it down a little more than that. I've had dozens and dozens of ridiculous reasons pop into my little brain since last night, and right now, I'm working on, like, no sleep."

"Oh Neil! I am so, so sorry!"

"Why? What happened?"

"I was about to lose control of myself. When you kissed me, afterwards; that was such a rush. And you were still kind of hard, and I knew I could keep you hard if I wanted to. I was so worked up that if I had stayed, or even looked at you for another minute, I would have fucked you right there in the car. And I just couldn't do that. It was a big enough risk doing what we did."

"So you ran away from me because you didn't want to fuck me?"

"NO, I ran away because I DID want to fuck you. By the way, it's all your fault that you're up by one again." 

"What do you mean?" I said with a laugh.

"I was in complete control until you told me you wanted to see your cum in my mouth. And I got up to let you, but you had to go and be a sexy bastard and kiss me with my mouth full. I masturbated as soon as I got to my room last night just thinking about it. I didn't even get undressed. I hopped on the bed, moved my panties to the side, and I was cumming in less that a minute."

"I'm sorry I did that to you, babe."

"Don't be. I still can't believe you kissed me like you did, though. And I'm still sorry for making you worry. I'd never hurt you, Neil."

I listened to her voice, and she was sincere. I believed her, even without being able to see her eyes.

"I know you wouldn't, Ann. I shouldn't have overreacted. I was just surprised, I guess."

"Well, I won't ever do that again. Okay?"

"Which? Suck me off in a car, or kiss me with a mouthful of my cum?"

"That's better. Now you're talking like my Neil again."

My Neil? Ann certainly had a way of making me feel wanted, if not already had. 

"Now that we've made up, do you want to meet me for lunch? I was going to walk down to the DQ, and I was hoping you'd meet me there."

"Wow, okay. I'll be there a little after 11:00."

Hanging up, I felt a huge weight lift off of me. And, I immediately felt silly when I thought about all of the odd scenarios I'd come up with for why Ann took off out of the car. And I got upset when I realized that I never looked for any reason why she left that wasn't negative. That really wasn't fair; to either of us.

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The rest of the morning went as smooth as the first part had. I finished the pile of paperwork I had ignored the day before, and moved on to items on my list that had to be accomplished for the afternoon. It felt good to be on task, and with a little more focus, I hoped to be ahead by the end of the day. 

I wasn't surprised by the lunch bell this time. I had my keys in my hand and was standing just outside my office when it rang. The Dairy Queen was farther away, so I had to move. Getting out of the parking lot first again, I was inside the sitting next to Ann in about seven minutes. It was also cool that she had taken the liberty of ordering for us, and the food was on the table as I walked in.

Ann kissed me when I sat down, as I said, next to her. I wanted to be closer to her, and having her tucked into the booth made me feel warm all over. 

Ann shared her stories about working at the DQ in high school. It was her first job, and while she had some fond memories, she remembered the former owner being a pig. She even said the guy hit on her a couple of times. 

All in all, it was nice to sit down and just talk. It was actually a normal lunch. While I was still sexually charged just from being with Ann, the conversation actually steered away from the subject. It was almost like each of us decided to see if we could be with each other without thinking about it. I'd like to say I did, but in truth, I was thinking about how much she turned me on. I think she was having similar thoughts. But the fact that we kept our libidos in check was an important moment, at least to me.

I kissed Ann goodbye and reminded her of what time I'd be picking her up for the game. She hugged me and gave my ass a playful squeeze.

"Wow, you've got a tight ass, baby," she said with a little giggle.

"So do you, but I'm going to wait to play with yours until tonight. Be careful walking home."

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I drove back to the plant and made my rounds once production started again. I was away from my desk for a little over an hour getting updates on progress so I could call various customers to let them know where their jobs stood. It was something I did every afternoon. I always wanted to be calling them before they wondered about their jobs and felt they had to call me. 

I walked back into my office with a clipboard full of notes, and sat down just as my phone rang.

"Good Afternoon, Neil Thomas."

"Are you thinking about my tight ass, baby?" Ann said as a greeting.

"I am now!" 

"What are you going to do to it?"

"What do you mean?"

"You said you were going to play with it tonight. You weren't just teasing me, were you Neil?"

"I'll tease you if you want me to."

"Will you do it right now?" she asked.

I laughed and said, "That's going to be a little hard to do from here."

"Not if you try."

Ann was acting very coy, and her sexy voice was leading me down a path she wanted me to go. Trying to read her, I got an inkling of what she wanted, and decided to play along to see if I was right.

"Sounds like someone is trying to find a way to get two ahead of me."

I could hear Ann suck in her breath, holding it before she let it out between her teeth in a shaky hiss.

"Yesssss. I am, baby."

"Are you wearing anything?" I asked.

"No. I'm naked."

"Where are you? Are you in your room?"

"No. I'm in the basement in my Dad's rec room. I'm lying back in a recliner."

"So, what do you want me to do for you Ann?"

She gasped a little, and said, "I...I want..." But she couldn't make herself say it.

"Tell me Ann. Tell me what you want me to do. I want to hear you say it."

"I...I want you to make me cum again, Neil. I can't stop thinking about last night. I need to cum."

"How bad?"

"I'm not going to make it until tonight. Please, make me cum baby!"

"How can I make that happen from here, Ann? How can I make my baby cum from here?"

"Oh God...please!" Ann pleaded. She really reacted when I had called her my baby, much like I had been when she'd said something similar. I realized that it was a fantasy we were sharing that we were actually a couple, and it reminded me of how Dawn and I reacted to each other by calling each other 'lover' all the time.

"How can I make you do it from here, baby? Tell me what you want."

Ann was breathing hard, getting excited about making her ask for it. I wasn't sure she was touching herself yet.

"Tell me what you want me to do to myself, Neil. Tell me, and I'll do it."

"You'll do whatever I want you to do right now?"

"Yes. Yes baby. Please MAKE me do this!"

"Are you touching yourself right now?"

"I'm playing with my nipples. That's all." The way she said it let me know she was waiting for me to tell her to touch herself.

"Stop."

"No, please let me..."

"Ann, I'm at work. I don't have a lot of time. You said you would do what I tell you to do, so if you want me to help you, you'll have to trust me."

"Okay. I've stopped. Now what do you want me to do?"

"I want you to go upstairs. The basement is too safe."

"Safe? What do you mean safe?"

"I'll get to that in a minute. Are you walking upstairs?"

"I am now."

"Good. Describe the house upstairs."

"It's a small ranch. There's the living room in front, and two bedrooms to the side nearest to Main Street. Mom and Dad's room is in the back, mine was in the front."

"That's where you're staying now, right?"

"Yes. Then there's the kitchen, which has a little breakfast nook on the one end. In between the kitchen and Mom's bedroom is the dining room. And off the back of the dining room is...the..."

"What's off the dining room?" I asked, since her voice trailed off in mid sentence.

"The...sunroom."

I smiled. When I had said the basement was too safe, she didn't understand. But the mere mention of there being a sunroom off of the back of the house made her nervous.

"Tell me about the sunroom, baby."

"Uhh...they...they built it a few years ago. It's actually where the back patio used to be."

"Is it all windows?"

"Yes." I could picture Ann biting her lip, wondering where I was going.

"Perfect. Last night, when you were sucking me, I was exposed, and you weren't. You left me there with my pants around my ankles, while you went inside and got yourself off in the safety of your bedroom."

"Neil, I can't."

"Okay. I'll see you tonight," I said, and I hung up the phone.

I sat down at my desk, and started making a list of customers I needed to call. I was on the phone with the first one when my line buzzed, letting me know I had another call. I couldn't get off the phone at that moment, so it went into my voicemail. 

I was checking my voicemail, listening to Ann's desperate message to call her back, when I was paged over the intercom. I saved the message, and picked up the phone to call the operator.

"Ann Franklin on line two, Neil," the operator said to me.

"Thanks, Nancy."

I hit the button on the phone, and said, "Good Afternoon, Neil Thomas."

"Neil, it's me. I'm sorry. I'll do it."

"Are you sure? I have a lot of calls to make this afternoon."

"Yes. I'm standing at the door of the sunroom now. Do you want me to go in there...naked?" she said breathlessly. 

"No. Not yet. I don't want you totally naked."

"Really?" Ann said with a sense of relief.

"Go put on the heels you had on last night. I want to picture what you might look like in just your heels, lounging around the house."

She laughed and said, "What is it with guys and heels?"

"I don't want questions, Ann. I told you, I don't have a lot of time. Call me back if you decide to put them on." I hung up the phone, smiling to myself. I placed another call to a customer to give them a schedule update. 

I got another call, and it was pretty much a repeat performance of the previous time I'd hung up. Ann left a message begging me to help her. And I listened to her sexy message I got paged again.

"Ann Franklin on line three, Neil."

"Thanks, Nancy," I said just before hitting the button to open the line. 

"Good Afternoon, Neil..."

"I'm wearing the heels, Neil," she said, practically panting into the phone.

"Good. Now go into the kitchen."

"The kitchen?" she asked.

"Ann, I don't want any more questions. I know you're usually a strong, independent woman. And I love that about you. But right now, you're my little love slave, and I want you to do what I tell you."

"I'm Amanda?" she said enthusiastically.

Ann had remembered my story about Dawn, and the character she'd become for me. She was excited about the chance to role-play for me. Maybe she'd do things as Amanda that she wouldn't consider doing as Ann. Who knew? I wasn't going to question her motive.

"Yes Amanda. Open door to the refrigerator. I want you to see if there are any cucumbers in the crisper."

I could hear her rooting around in the background, and she giggled and said, "There are about a half dozen. Dad grows them in his garden."

"Find the one that you think is the closest to me."

"Closest to you?" she said, not thinking clearly. 

"No more questions, baby," I said as I hung up.

Again we repeated the phone tag game. I was on the phone with the latest customer for over ten minutes. My phone rang, and a message was left. Soon after that came the page, but I couldn't take it. So, a second message went into my voicemail. 

I wasn't going to call Ann back. I wanted her to make the effort to call me. I was on another call, just finishing it, when I heard my name on the intercom again. I quickly finished up the call with that customer, and called the front desk.

"Amanda Franklin on line three, Neil."

I laughed and said, "Thanks, Nancy."

"I thought her name was Ann. Have I been saying it wrong?"

"No. It's Ann. She's just trying to get my attention."

Nancy knew what I'd been through. The entire plant did. So it didn't surprise me when she quizzed me on the mystery girl who'd been calling me.

"Is she your..."

"No, Nancy. She's a good friend I went to high school with. She's in town for the week. We've just been catching up."

"Oh...okay. Well, she's on line three."




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 10.5



"Okay, thanks," I said as I laughed. I wanted to tell her to mind her own business, but she was harmless, and I didn't care.

"Good Afternoon, Neil Thomas."

"It's Amanda. You're very difficult to get a hold of."

"Not if you stop asking questions. You would likely have cum by now."

Ann was silent for a second, and then said, "Yes sir. I've got a cucumber in my hand. It's the closest I could find in the crisper to you."

"To me? What are you referring to, Amanda. Don't mince words. I'm not there, so I want you to be very graphic in your descriptions. Understand?"

"Yes sir," Ann said, slipping into a subservient role, "I've found the cucumber that is the closest to your cock."

"Is it bigger, or smaller?"

"It's longer, but it's not quite as thick. But it's thicker than any I've ever had."

"How many cucumbers have you had, Amanda?"

"None, sir," she said with a giggle. "I meant it's thicker than any cock I've had."

"Oh. That's different, then. Okay, well, I want you to go into the sunroom, please."

I could hear the sliding glass door open, and then close. I could also tell a difference in the sound coming from the phone. Ann was in a different place; I could hear more sounds in the background.

"Are the windows open in the sunroom?"

"Some of them are."

"Good. Leave them that way. What kind of seating options do you have in the room?"

"There are a lot."

"Is there some kind of lounge?"

"Yes. It's in the corner near the door to the little patio behind the garage."

"Okay. That's the one. I want you lie back on the lounge. Let me know when your ready."

"I'm ready, Neil."

"Are there arms on the lounge?"

"Yes, big white ones."

"Are the smooth, or do they have a rough edge to them?"

"They're kind of rounded."

"Good; I want you to put your legs over the arms of the chair so that your knees are hooked. Spread your legs as wide as you can."

"I've done it!"

"How do you feel, Amanda?"

"I feel horny. But you already knew that."

"No. Think about it. How do you feel?"

"I feel, vulnerable. And stretched."

"Are your feet able to touch the floor?"

"No...they're just kind of dangling there."

"Good job, Amanda. I want you to put the cucumber in your mouth for a moment to get the end really, really wet. Okay?"

Ann mumbled into the mouthpiece as she stuffed the gourd into her mouth. "It's wet now Neil."

"Good. Now be a good girl and place it against your hot little pussy."

"Holy shit!"

"What's the matter, Amanda?"

"It's so cold...Oh God!"

"Now, I want you to push it slowly into you pussy. Take your time, baby."

"I've...never done this before!" she groaned a little.

"With a cucumber?" I asked, wondering what she meant. The way she said made me think there was more to it. And I was right.

"No. I've never fucked myself with anything, other that my fingers!" 

"Alright, it's time you started. I want you to do what I said. Take your time and work it inside of you slowly. Call me back when you've got it inside you the length you think I am." I hung up before Ann could say anything. 

I could only imagine what Ann must have looked like. I would have loved to be a neighbor, seeing this hot young woman stuffing a big vegetable into a pussy that I envisioned as very pretty, and very tight. At that moment, I felt a little cheated. Other than the bottom of the cheeks of her butt, I hadn't had the opportunity to see any of Ann naked. I was left to my imagination, and I got excited just thinking about her.

Another phone call to a customer took about ten minutes to finish, but it was the last I needed to make. As soon as I hung up, my phone rang. It was Nancy at the operator's desk.

"Neil, your girlfriend is on the phone again."

"Nancy, I told you, she's just a friend from high school."

"No she's not. You may not know it, but she's not."

"What makes you say that?" I asked with a laugh.

"One, she's called four times in the last half hour. And two, her voice tells me she's...amorous right now."

"Amorous? What are you getting at?"

Nancy went quiet for a moment, trying to decide if she wanted to say what she thought. It wasn't the age of having to be sterilely PC, and I wasn't the kind to embarrass easily. Nancy knew that. But this wasn't a normal conversation, and it was at work. She still found a way to work up the nerve to say what was on her mind.

"I'd say that she's, in my opinion, feeling very aroused."

"Aroused? You mean she's horny?"

"I think she's way beyond that. But that's just my opinion. Anyway, women don't call guys in that state of mind unless there's something between them."

"Well, that may be, but she really is just a friend."

"Neil, you can tell me. I know I'm not nuts. I can tell she wants you."

"Wants me...I wish."

"I'm not kidding. I can hear it in her voice. She's...aroused!"

"Well, I'm sure I didn't cause it."

"Yeah, you're right. Just because you're handsome and charming; why would any woman fall for that?"

I was stunned. Nancy had never said anything like that before. And I could tell she was nervous she'd just said it out loud. I thought about Nancy in a different light for the first time. A vision of Denise back in the hotel in Ann Arbor flashed through my mind. Because she was so much older, I'd never looked at Nancy as sexual. But in reality, she was hot. I'd have never given that a second thought before Denise.

"Thank you, Nancy. You just made my afternoon. Maybe I should talk to Ann. If she is like you say she is, I wouldn't want her to think I wasn't interested in helping her out."

"Uh...yeah. Okay."

"Thanks again, Nancy."

Nancy spoke up quickly, trying to recover from being more frank than she'd originally intended. "Neil, she's still going by Amanda!"

"Got it. Thanks!"

I quickly got off the phone with Nancy, and touched the button of the line flashing on my phone.

"Good Afternoon, Neil Thomas."

"Oh God, baby. I'm so stretched right now. Please help me cum!"

"Well, hello Amanda. How are you?"

"I'm desperate, baby. I've been sitting here on hold for what seems like forever with a log stuffed up my pussy. Please tell me what to do with it."

"I will, Amanda. I will. But first, describe to me how it makes you feel."

"I feel so full. I've never felt anything like this. It's hard and bumpy, and it's cold. At least it was. It's starting to warm up a little."

"Why do you think that is, Amanda?"

Ann didn't hedge. She blurted out, "Because I've got a hot little pussy!"

"I bet you do. I'd love to see it sometime."

Ann gasped. We'd been so into our game, she'd forgotten just how little we knew each other. Or what we'd done so far. She had said, "Oh my God," with such exasperation, there was no doubt in my mind what she was thinking. It was hard to believe we hadn't done more. It felt like we had. Yet, it all seemed so perfect that we hadn't. It added to my excitement, and I hoped it added to Ann's.

Ann didn't know what to say. All I heard was her labored breathing; it came as raspy and whimpering little mews, as her body betrayed how she was really feeling. 

"Can anybody see you?"

"I...I don't think so. I don't know. I...I don't care!"

"Well, why don't we see if we can get their attention? Are you a vocal lover, Amanda?"

"Not usually."

"I want you to be. I want you to let me know how you're feeling when you start. Are you ready to start, baby?"

"Oh God, yes! Please tell me what you want me to do!" Ann pleaded.

"Take the cucumber and start fucking yourself with it. Start slowly, and then build up some speed as you get used to moving it in and out."

"I'm doing it," she said as she let out a little sigh.

"How does it feel?"

"Amazing! It feels so wonderful. I wish it were real; I wish it were you. I can't believe how stretched my pussy is. I'm feeling things I've never felt before!"

"Now, stop for a second and take your free hand and play with your nipples. Pull on them Amanda."

"OH SHIT!" she screamed as she pleasured herself. It was good to know her nipples could bring that kind of a response. I made a mental note to take advantage of that, if I was lucky enough to ever get the chance.

"Cum for me Amanda! Fuck yourself and cum for me!"

Ann screamed out. "OH MY GOD NEIL! I'M CUMMING!"

I smiled as I took the receiver away from my ear. If she was that loud to my ears, I was sure her parents' neighbors could have heard her. While it was unlikely anyone was home at that hour, I got excited just at the prospect of someone looking to see what the commotion was and finding Ann as she was at that moment.

"Oh, FUCK!" she said as she started her descent.

"Are you okay?" I asked, knowing that she was.

"That was...incredible. I've never cum so hard before. And I've never cum without touching myself."

"You did touch yourself."

"I mean my clit. I've always had to have my clit rubbed to cum. I don't know why this was so different."

"Girth baby. Being stretched like that makes it rub your clit differently."

"Really?"

"That's what I've been told. I have no first hand experience, obviously."

"Wow! I...I,"

"Ann?"

"Yes," she said, responding to her own name.

"I want you to think about one thing, okay?"

"Okay. What?"

"Just remember, baby, my cock is bigger! See you tonight," I said as I hung up the phone.

~*~*~*~*~*~

I sat back in my chair, and started to smile to myself. My satisfaction at a job well done was short lived, as I heard a voice say, "Just how big are you?"

It was Nancy. She'd come back to my office with a handful of paperwork. It was a ruse. Nancy hardly ever strayed from the front office, and we had a person that would deliver the inter-company mail. She'd found a way to come back to see me, and caught me in what should have been a very embarrassing position. 

Yet, I didn't see it like that. Or I chose not to see it like that. A week before, I might have been turning red and hiding under my desk. Now, I was exuding confidence, and I'd just had more fun at work than I'd had there in the last 6 months. And I was comfortable with what I'd just done, because I was ahead of my workload. I could afford to take a few personal minutes. Granted, they were VERY personal, but I wasn't ashamed, even as Nancy stood there smiling at me.

I smiled brashly, as I stared at her in the new light I'd thought of during our last conversation over the phone. Nancy was a tall redhead, but with very tan skin. I'd never been attracted to redheads, but Nancy suddenly became the exception. Her tan helped. She was in her early 40's, and she had a wonderful body for her age. She either worked out, or was just naturally blessed. She had a modest chest, in the 34 to 36 inch C cup range, but her breasts showed perfect form. Her long, slender legs were always encompassed in hose, as I'd never seen her in anything but a mid length skirt and 3 inch heels. 

Nancy was wearing a dark green skirt with a slit up the left side that went mid thigh. Her blouse was a taupe color, and she'd unfastened enough buttons up top to show off her generous cleavage, and her red lace under wire bra. Her hose were red, and went perfectly with her red shoes, complete with an ankle strap. Nancy's long hair was pulled up into a bun, as it always was, showing her lovely neckline. She looked like a very sexy librarian with her stylish glasses.

Having leaned back in my chair after finishing my call with Ann, I'd put my hands up behind my head, which only made my chair lean back even farther. My crotch was in plain view, front and center. I couldn't have made my cock more evident if I'd tried on purpose. And I was hard after listening to Ann cum for me over the phone. Nancy stared at me; her eyes trained like a laser on my pulsing bulge. 

"Good Afternoon, Nancy. What brings you back to the boondocks?" I asked. 

My cool demeanor seemed to throw her. She must have thought she had the upper hand by catching me off guard. Her confidence was gone, and she looked like she was going to bolt. Turning, she started to walk away.

"Nancy?"

"Uh...yeah?" she said as she turned, trying to get herself together.

I was staring at her legs, and let my eyes roam up her body slowly. Catching eyes, she blushed a little when I smiled brightly, letting her know in no uncertain terms that I was checking her out.

"You may want to leave that paperwork. I'm not sure how it would look to your boss to pretend that you needed to come back and see me, and then not leave the prop you brought as the excuse for walking back here in the first place."

"Oh...Oh right!" 

Nancy walked back inside, and I stood up. Walking around the desk, I met her at the door. She handed me the paperwork, making a quick glance down at my tenting pants. I took the papers, and then her hand, and pulled her gently back into my office, just as the afternoon break bell rang. 

"Good, we've got fifteen minutes before we have to go back to work. Why don't you have a seat so we can visit," I said.

I could feel the heat coming from her body as I leaned next to her to close the door behind her. As my chest brushed lightly against her shoulder, her body trembled; I'd like to think it was from excitement. I took the chair in front of my desk and pulled it out for her. Nancy sat down, acting nervous and uneasy. I moved some things off the edge of my desk and sat there, a few feet from her; her face eye level with my crotch. Her soft green eyes trained to a fixed point just below my belt buckle.

I reached out and touched Nancy's delicate chin, lifting her eyes to mine. Her neck turned a pinkish hue as she flushed with embarrassment. 

"I...I'm sorry," she said softly.

"Don't be."

"No. I shouldn't have come back here."

"Why did you?"

Nancy thought carefully, and shook her head slightly. "I'm not really sure. I was curious, I guess."

"About what?"

"I guess I needed to know if I was right...about your girlfriend."

"I told you Nancy. She's not my girlfriend. She lives in California."

"That's not what I meant."

"Oh? What did you mean?" I asked.

"I meant, I wanted to know if I was right about her being...aroused."

"You mean you NEEDED to know."

"What?"

"The first time, you said that you NEEDED to know. So, did you find out?"

"Yes," she said bashfully.

"Yes. You were right. Ann was very aroused. And I helped her. How long were you standing at the door?"

"Actually, I stood outside for the longest time, listening. I'm sorry, Neil. I couldn't help it."

"It's not your fault. I could have shut the door. So, how long were you listening? What did you hear?"

"Well, I only heard you...until...anyway, I heard you say you'd 'love to see it sometime'. What were you talking about?"

Nancy had asked a bold question, and that surprised me. Her overwhelming need to know had a stranglehold on any embarrassment she might have had. She looked at me almost like a child, staring at me in wonder and awe. I flashed a little grin, and that put her at ease.

"I believe Ann was telling me about her hot little pussy. Those were her words. I'll have to take her word for it. Like I said, I haven't seen it, but I imagine that it is. It would certainly go with the package. Now, you only heard me on the phone, until...what?"

"Until what, what?"

"You said you only heard me, and then you said 'until', and then you stopped. Until what?"

"Ooooh," Nancy groaned. She started to melt back into the chair, wanting to escape from her fate. But I was enjoying seeing her squirm, because she was so damn cute. It was amazingly sexy to see a mature woman act like a schoolgirl, and my cock twitched uncontrollably in my pants. Her eyes diverted to the movement. It was a predatory instinct as her sights honed in on my crotch again.

I reached out and lifted her chin again. Talking softly, I said, "Tell me Nancy. Tell me what you heard. I want to hear you say it."

Assured by my smile, Nancy said, "I heard Ann cumming."

"That's right, she did. You were right about her, and I helped her out. At least, as much as a guy can help out a girl over the phone."

Nancy nodded, her tongue parting her parched lips to moisten them. She gripped the arms of the chair tightly, her knuckles turning whiter as she fought her urge to flee out of my office. 

"I could be wrong, Nancy, but it appears to me that you're just as aroused as Ann was. I don't think it would take much at all for you to have the same happy ending she just did. Am I right?"

Nancy sat back in the chair, her eyes growing wide as she wondered just what she'd gotten herself into. I could read the fear in her posture, and I swear I could hear her heart thumping as it tried to burst through her skin. I stood up and walked behind her, locking the door to my office, suddenly happy for the first time ever that they hadn't put windows in the walls when the built the office a couple of years before. 

As I turned back, Nancy was looking over her shoulder; a sly smile on her face. I lightly brushed my hand down the nape of her neck, feeling her soft skin with fingertips. She shuddered, and yet she let out a hushed little sigh.

"Has anyone ever told you just how beautiful you are, Nancy?"

"Not in a long time," she answered, more candidly than I thought she would.

I placed my hands in the sticks of the ornate wooden barrette holding Nancy's hair up high on her head.

"May I?" I asked, wanting her to concede permission before I made her uncomfortable.

Nancy slowly nodded, and I slowly pulled on the sticks. Grabbing the wooden block that they ran through, I pulled it out of her mountain of hair. Her red locks fell, cascading down over her shoulders. Nancy shook her head from side to side, her tresses flowing perfectly into position, framing her stunning cheekbones.

I went back to my perch on my desk, and my mouth dropped. Nancy offered a small, guarded smile, hoping for approval.

"My God Nancy, you're...you're amazing! May I say something? I don't want you to take this the wrong way."

"I suppose," she answered reluctantly, unsure she really wanted to hear what I had to say.

"If you would wear your hair like that all the time, you'd have all kinds of guys hitting on you."

"Really?"

"Absolutely, Nancy. It makes you look like you're in your 20's."

"Now you're just flirting," she said as she waved her hand.

"Yes, I am. But that doesn't mean I'm lying. If you would wear you hair down, and bring your skirt above your knees, I'm telling you, guys would fight each other to have you."

Nancy uncrossed her legs and deftly lifted her hips. Reaching down, she inched her skirt up to pull it over her knees for me.

"Like this?" she said.

"Now who's flirting?"

Nancy grinned as I caught a glimpse of her thigh, now lined up with the slit in her skirt. I'd been wrong about the hose. Nancy was wearing stockings, and I could see the hint of a strap from the garter that held them in place. 

"You are beautiful, Nancy. You have a very nice figure. Are you seeing anyone?"

"Are you asking me out?"

"No...just wondering."

"It's Ann, isn't it? There's more about her than you're saying." 

Nancy seemed to deflate a little, unnerved by the though that I belonged to another. And I had some pangs, wondering if I was cheating on someone that I had no actual commitment with. The fact that I'd just been through a divorce caused by infidelity crossed my mind. Yet, part of me knew that Ann would understand. After all, she would be leaving for her home in California in four days.

I had enough of it on my conscious to walk back around my desk and open the phone book.

"What are you doing?" Nancy asked.

"Getting permission," I said in reply. Nancy had no idea what I was talking about.

I found the number for Marlin Franklin in the phone book, and dialed the number, putting the call on speaker. Ann answered, her voice sounding relaxed and sweet.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 10.5



"Hello baby," I said.

"Neil? I thought we were done playing for the afternoon. Is there something else you'd like me to do?"

"Baby, I've got Nancy in my office with me. You're on my speaker phone."

"Okay...who's Nancy?"

"She's our receptionist. You've been taking to her when you've been calling in to the plant."

"Oh. Hello, Nancy."

"Hello Ann...and Amanda."

Ann giggled, and said, "Oh, so you know, do you?"

"She does Ann. She actually figured out just how horny you can get, maybe before I did. Anyway, she was very intrigued by you're last call, and the state of mind you were in. So much so, that she actually came back to my office while I was helping you. She overheard us, and you."

"And?"

"And, now I've got a situation now that I want your help with."

"Sounds fun; how can I help?"

"It's not like that Ann. Do you remember me telling you about Denise?"

"How could I forget?" she said, almost gleefully.

"Nancy is a lot like her. And between the two of us, we've gotten her pretty worked up. So, I'm calling to ask your permission."

"Permission for what?" Ann asked.

I was silent for a moment, staring at Nancy. She knew by the look in my eyes that I was serious, and what I wanted her to do. I wondered to myself if she'd actually let this happen.

Nancy made a decision, and said, "I think Neil wants me to ask you. So, I will. Is it okay if Neil makes me cum, Ann? He knows I can't let that happen if you say no. And if you do say no, I'll be okay with that."

Ann was now silent. Nancy started to say something, thinking she'd crossed a line. I put my hand on her shoulder, and my brought my other finger to my mouth, telling her to remain silent. Ann was making a decision.

"Neil, pick up the phone please," she said.

I took grabbed the receiver and switched the call off of the speaker.

"Neil, why are you asking my permission? I don't get it."

"Nancy has a strong belief that you're my girlfriend."

"Really? What gave her that impression?"

"Because you are, at least for this week."

"Wow. That's interesting. I don't even remember you asking me."

"I'm pretty sure it was implied. Besides, I'd love to be able to say that you were my girlfriend and have it be true. Even if it was just for six says in my life."

"Holy shit."

"What?"

"I think I just came a little. What you just said was so...Neil, I'd love to be your girlfriend for the week. I'm a little humbled that a guy like you would even ask."

"Great, now that we have that settled, I have this problem. The last thing I need is a reputation of cheating on my girlfriend. That wouldn't look good, considering what we've both been through."

"Put me back on the speaker now, okay?"

I put the call on hold, and then switched back so that Nancy could hear.

"Nancy?" Ann asked.

"Yes."

"I'm going to let Neil get you off, okay. And since he's probably sporting a nice hard cock right now, you can do him, if you'd like. But no fucking!"

I laughed and said, "Ann, were in my office. I'm not sure either of us was thinking of going that far."

"I was," Nancy said, her nipples suddenly very apparent through her bra and blouse. 

"See Neil? A woman always knows."

"How?" I asked.

"Just like she knew we were together. I'm firm on this Neil. No fucking."

"Okay...but why?" I asked out of morbid curiosity.

"Well, first, because you haven't had sex with me: yet. And, I like the idea of telling you that you can't. You'll be able to fuck her brains out any time you want after I'm gone."

I looked at Nancy, who nodded and said, "Okay. Thanks Ann."

"You're welcome. You two kids have fun. I've got to hit the shower and get ready for tonight. Neil, I expect a full account at dinner tonight, okay?"

"You got it, baby. See ya."

I hit the button to disconnect the call. Nancy fidgeted in the chair, not knowing what to do. I moved back around the desk, and took Nancy's hand to have her stand up. Bringing her to me, I cupped my hand on her lower back, and the other behind her neck. Our lips pressed together, and Nancy returned my kiss, grabbing the back of my head with both hands.

I started to unbutton Nancy's blouse, and she thrust her chest out at me. As I thumbed the last button through the buttonhole, her blouse fell open to reveal her the round hidden flesh showcased in her elegant bra. I was just about to cup her breasts when the bell for break went off again, letting us know that the fifteen-minute window we had had already vanished.

"Oh my God, I've got to get back to the front desk. Emma is going to have a cow."

"Emma is a cow," I said, referring to the overbearing office manager who was Nancy's boss. Fortunately, I had a pretty good relationship with her because of my Dad.

"Wait here, and take off you blouse and skirt. I'll be right back."

"Wait, I have to go!"

"No, you don't. I'll take care of it. Go do as I asked. You can sit in my chair until I get back."

I unlocked the door and stepped out, closing it behind me. I made a round on the floor, clipboard in hand to shield my hard boner from the worker bees in my department. 

As a new department, we had our own staff that manned the production line. We were our own entity, a company within the rest of the company, with our own sales, and production schedule. But because we were still growing, there were times where I had too many people. To avoid having employees stand around, one of my initiatives was to cross train employees that worked in my department to cover other positions throughout the plant in case of absence or vacation; or in this case, a sexual encounter with a beautiful woman.

One of my employees, a nice young girl named Rebecca, had been trained as Nancy's back up, taking her place whenever Nancy wasn't in the plant. I walked out to find Howard, my assistant.

"Hey, how are things going?" I said when I found him.

"Great. How about you?" 

"Not so good. I've got a problem with the payroll numbers. They aren't adding up. I think it has something to do with my trip to Michigan. I've got Nancy in my office, and she's practically coming out of her skin trying to figure it out. I need to spend some time poking around, you know...to see if we can come together on what happened. Can you send Becky up front so Emma doesn't freak out? I need at least a half hour to 45 minutes to get my hands on what Nancy needs me to work on."

"Sure. We're in pretty good shape. I should be able to free her up for the rest of the shift." 

"Great, Howard. Send her up now. I've got Nancy waiting on me. I'll call Emma and give her a heads up."

That was terrific news. The rest of the day would give us ninety minutes if I needed it. I opened the door to the office, and Nancy jumped a little in my chair. I could only see her up top, the rest of her hidden by my desk. But she looked amazing in just her red lace bra. I closed the door slowly and locked it again. Moving around my desk, Nancy was trapped there. I got on me knees and moved the chair, pulling her out from under my desk.

I shivered as I looked at her. Nancy had those lovely legs in the red stockings, and the red garter and panties. In her heels, she looked like every man's wet dream girl. Her tanned skin was in perfect contrast to her ensemble. I let out a soft whistle of approval. 

"Neil, I really need to get dressed. I need my job."

"This is your job. You've got a problem with the payroll."

One of Nancy's weekly duties was to verify payroll hours against those from the time punches of employees. If there were a problem, she'd call or come out to get confirmation of who worked where against the timesheets employees turned in. Since she usually did this on Wednesday's so she could turn in the payroll to finance on Thursday morning, the timing was perfect. 

I spread Nancy's legs wide, putting her knees up on the arms of the chair, just as I'd had Ann do on the lounger in her parent's sunroom. I played with the material of her panties, and she let out a little whimper as I teasingly touched her mound through the lace.

I hit the speakerphone again, dialing Emma's extension. Nancy was incredulous, suddenly nervous about everything, but she sat frozen to her seat as I placed my hand on her thigh.

"Neil, I can't afford to get fired," she whispered.

I put my finger against my lips again, and waited for Emma to answer the phone.

"Emma Walters," she said, in her stern, professional voice.

"Hey Emma, its Neil."

"Hello, sweetie. What can I do for you?"

As soon as she heard my voice, she softened up; a benefit of being the son of a VP. Nancy looked at me, stunned at the sudden transformation in the boss I heard her call Dragon Lady on more than one occasion.

"I have a little problem. It looks like I messed up some numbers in my payroll. I think it might have something to do with my trip, but I'm not entirely sure. I've got Nancy here with me," I said, pinching her inner thigh.

"Hi Emma!" she blurted out.

"Hello. So what do you need from me?"

"I really need Nancy. I've had Howard send Becky up to take her place until I get a chance to sink my teeth into this," I said, then I took my mouth and made a love bite between Nancy's legs, munching on her panties with my teeth.

"Okay, I suppose. I was hoping to have her do some filing, though."

"I understand. If you show Becky what to do, I know she'll do a great job for you. I'm sure you understand that we have to get this fixed now. I can't have Nancy squirming in her chair like she is now." I ran my hand under Nancy's thighs, lifting her ass to the edge of my seat to give me better access. 

"How bad is it? Will it really take the rest of the day?"

I turned the chair around so that Nancy was facing my desk, with me in between. I put her heels up on the desk with her legs spread wide, which made her lean back in the chair. I hooked my finger into the material of her panties and pulled it to the side, exposing her wet, pink slit. Her clit stood out prominently, showing her excitement.

As I stared at her heavenly pussy, I told Emma, "Yes. Based on what I'm looking at right now, I think this is going to take a while."

"Wow. Well, I'm sure you two can get it done."

I flicked my tongue over Nancy's clit, making her jump. She had to put her hands over her mouth to keep from screaming out. 

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure I can lick this. I've got what seems like a couple of feet of things she brought with her spread out on my desk. I've already started to uncover some of the areas that look promising."

Nancy almost choked as I kept giving veiled hints of what we were doing. I loved seeing her reaction as I played with her body while talking to her boss on the intercom.

"So, do you two think we're going to have a problem getting the payroll done on time tomorrow?"

"That's a hard one," Nancy said, suddenly playing along as she looked at my crotch again. I stuck my middle finger deep into her wet slit, making her close her eyes and clamp her mouth shut.

"I'm not sure Emma. I'm trying to put my finger on the problem right now. I'll keep working on it, and hopefully we'll have Nancy on her way to coming soon. I don't want to be the reason she's up all night sweating, thinking about how she almost got screwed by me over this."

Nancy's eyes darted and she let out a little snort as she said, "Don't say that Neil. I know these things happen. I pride myself on how I do at this, but you know how it is with pride...sometimes I just have to suck it up, and swallow it."

"She's right, Neil. Nancy always has taken a great deal of pride in getting the payroll done efficiently, and we've never had an error because of her work. She's really dedicated. It's an innocent mistake, I'm sure. Nancy, be sure to stick close to Neil on this. I don't want him stressed...he just got back."

Nancy leaned closer to the phone and said, "Okay Emma. I'm sure we'll get it eventually. We've been on the edge of finding it couple of times; it's like we can both almost taste it."

"Thanks for understanding, Emma. I'll have Nancy back to you as soon as I'm finished with her."

I hit the button on the phone, and made a long, slow lick up Nancy's pussy, flicking her clit again as I did.

"You are really bad!" she said as she shivered from my action.

I snapped the clips off of Nancy's garters and grabbed her panties, making her stand up. I slipped her panties down her bronzed legs, and over her shoes. Flipping her wet garment onto my desk, I leaned in close and inhaled.

"You smell amazing when you're excited, Nancy."

"Are you sure we should be doing this, Neil?"

I looked up and smiled. "Let me make you cum like you've never cum before, Nancy." I clipped her garters back in place to hold up her stockings, and then gently helped her back into my chair. Placing her legs over my shoulders, I moved forward, inches from her slit. I opened my mouth and exhaled, my hot breathe flowing over her wet opening.

"Mmmmm," Nancy moaned.

"Are you a vocal lover, Nancy?"

"I remember you asking...Amanda that. Yes, I am."

"Do you think you can contain yourself?"

"I have before. Sometimes not being able to scream out makes my orgasms even more powerful."

"Nancy?"

"Yes?" she answered.

"This is one of those times!"

I dabbled around the edges of her labia, playing with the folds, watching as I played carefully. My tongue was darting around, cavorting as it drove Nancy insane with lust. She was trying to move her hips, wanting to force the action. Aware of her intentions, I'd move slightly to keep her off target. Her quiet mewls of frustration became music to me.

I peered up to see Nancy playing with her tits through her bra. I stopped long enough to say, "Take it off Nancy. Show me. I want to see your wonderful tits."

Nancy had her eyes closed, and she left them that way as she reached between her mounds and unhooked the clasp that held the cups together. Her breast sprang free, bouncing as they found their more natural position. 

"Oh Nancy, they are magnificent!" And they were. Yes, they sagged. But because she wasn't huge, it was ever so slight, and it didn't change the fact that they were still perky. She had medium sized areolas, and nipples that seemed as big as a nickel. 

"Play with your nipples, Nancy. Pull them for me."

The corners of Nancy's mouth turned up a little, grinning as her hands moved to the hard points jutting out from her tits. She grabbed them violently, yanking on them. Seeing that, I knew she didn't want to waste any more time on foreplay. I slipped my tongue deep into the wet gash in front of my face, and it started flowing. 

That trickle of sweet fluid was the beginning of a very long, very intense orgasm that climbed to levels and plateaus I'd seldom seen a woman experience. Nancy writhed around in my chair, her legs moving and shaking, flailing like an octopus. Her hands stayed locked to her nipples, pulling and yanking on them; and that only made her cum harder.

I sucked hard on Nancy's clit, biting and playing with it in my mouth. She wrapped her legs around my head, pulling my face in tighter with her calf. As she reached the crescendo of her explosion, Nancy's body shook powerfully. 

"Oh fuck...I'm cumming Neil!" she whispered through her gritted teeth. She had been cumming, for about fifteen minutes. But this was the rush of release she'd been fighting to hold back. Nancy relinquished her body, letting go and allowing her orgasm to finally explode. My face was awash as the deluge from her pussy hit my mouth and chin. I swallowed frantically, trying to keep up with the flow.

"Neil! Oh Neil, don't stop. Suck my pussy! Suck my pussy!" Somehow, it seemed even sexier that Nancy couldn't scream it out. She had to say is soft, and it made me harder just thinking about how much she wanted to scream but couldn't.

Nancy imploring me to suck her cunt had me directing all of my attention to her swollen bud, and I sucked on it like a lollipop. Another torrent hit my chin, and I had to lower my mouth to catch it to keep from getting drenched.

I felt fingers running through my hair. She'd stopped torturing her nipples, and she started to calm. Her pelvis was still vibrating, but the flow shut off, like she had some kind of internal valve. I licked my lips as I pulled back a little and looked up into her droopy eyes.

"Neil, that was wonderful. You're an amazing young man. I've never had anyone make me cum like that just by eating me."

"I was inspired," I said as I played with the small patch of red hair she kept above her shaved snatch. "You're incredible, Nancy."

Nancy took my chin and lifted it, letting me know she wanted me to stand up. She stood with me, and I took her in my arms. She kissed me, licking my face and chin clean. Our tongues twirled around each other and my hands drifted down to her ass. I was amazed at how taught it was. 

"I'm telling you Nancy, if you dress just a little different and wear your hair like this, you'll be amazed at the guys who'll walk into walls staring at you."

Nancy ran her fingers down my chest, and said, "It's time I returned the favor, Neil. Have a seat."

I did, but not before removing her bra off her shoulders and sucking on her ripe nipples for a moment. She finally pushed me down towards the chair, saying, "If you don't stop, I'm going to have to fuck you, and I don't want Ann mad at me. Now sit down."

There is nothing hotter than a woman dressed for sex is as she kneels down in front of a man, nestling between his legs; it's like she's submitting, waiting to bring pleasure to him. I can only suppose that Nancy felt the same kind of feeling when I did it for her, but it's probably a guy thing. 

Nancy had her hands on my legs, rubbing them up and down my thighs. She looked up at me; her gaze focused on my face. She looked almost submissive.  

"You never answered my question," she said out of the blue.

"What question is that?" I asked, not remembering her asking one that I'd ignored.

"The first one I asked. How big are you?"

I winked and said, "Why don't you just have a look for yourself!"

Nancy's hands moved to my belt, loosening it, and then the button and zipper were dealt with. I lifted my hips for her to pull down my jeans and underwear, and she eased them down, helping me take both off. She stuffed them under my desk, and turned to look at what she'd been so curious about.

Taking my shaft into her hands, she started to slowly stroke me. My eyes were drawn to her red nails moving up and down. The contrast in colors between her tanned hand, the red nails, and my purplish cock was very erotic. 

"It's huge, Neil. I haven't seen a cock this fat in a long time."

She just looked at it and played with it in her hands for the longest time. Finally, she said, "Have you ever fantasized about getting a blow job while sitting at your desk?"

"Every once in a while," I said, even though I'd never really had that specific of a fantasy. I didn't feel like I lied, because I was thinking about that very thing when she asked, for obvious reasons. Nancy scooted herself back under my desk, confining herself in that dark little space. She pulled me to her and I had to lower my chair a little so she'd be able to actually get to my cock.

"Why don't you go ahead and do some work while I work on you, Neil. That will help the fantasy. I've always wanted to do this, and I don't mind admitting that you're one of the few guys I've actually fantasized about doing it to. I can't believe I'm actually going to get the chance to do this."

I pulled my chair up close to the desk and actually started doing some work. I think it would have helped the fantasy if the door to the office was open, but that was a chance we couldn't afford to risk. What we were doing was already incredibly dangerous, but that only added to the excitement. 




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 10



"No, Jill did. We actually waited a couple of hours until it was dark. Then Jill said the cum wasn't fresh enough, so I got my rocks off a third time. Jill fucked me in front of Dawn while I held the damn gun on her, and then I pulled out and spewed another load on Dawn's face. With my fresh cum on her, Jill took her to the front porch, and tied her to the support pole to the left; the one kind of hidden a little more. Dawn had her hands stretched above her head, and she had her legs spread. Jill took a couple of Polaroid's of her, and then she left her out there for over an hour."

"How did she get down?"

"I had to go out the back of the house, walk around the block, and walk up the sidewalk acting like I was the husband discovering the Heiress on his front porch. It was actually really neat."

"How is she now?"

"Satisfied. We called in to work for her today so she could sleep. I don't think she got a lot after you left, and she spent all day and night dealing with Jill. She's beat."

"But what about all that crap you told me about Dawn not wanting to fuck you? She told me the same thing?"

"That's what made the scene so intense for her. I wanted to fuck her, and she didn't, just like the Heiress. It made it more believable in her eyes, because she was 'forced' to do it."

"And now everything's going to be okay...when she's just your roommate? You just go back to normal?"

"Face it, Neil. After the weekend you gave her, there wasn't going to be a normal for us anymore. She moved in to begin with because she didn't want to be alone after she broke up with Earl. She said she needed to heal. But, she's had an apartment for two months. She got it because she said she didn't want be a burden to me and Jill, which was a crock. And she knew it, which is why she was still here. Every time she started to move, she'd have a relapse. But she told us before she went to bed last night that she needed to move on. Something about this being another place she didn't need anymore."

I knew what he meant. Dawn was talking about our time together at our spot by the river. I got a warm feeling in my heart, and I said, "Sounds like she's in a good place in her life, now."

"All because of you buddy. I have to tell you something. Jill was doing Dawn's fantasy, and in the movie, the final sex scene takes place in the same place the very first one does, where they're tied up. Jill was going to take Dawn into her bedroom, just like the script. And that was the only time that Dawn came out of character...Jill told me."

"Why? Was Dawn having second thoughts?" 

"No...she wanted to finish what she started. But, she told Jill that she wouldn't do it in her room. She said that she wouldn't 'desecrate the sanctity' of the room she shared with you. You were the only one to make love to her in that room, and no matter what, no one was going to taint that memory for the two of you. Dawn didn't mention that I should tell you that...I just thought you should know. She did tell me to tell you 'Thank you' for helping her heal and for tying her up. She said if you hadn't done that, she never would have gotten to live out her favorite fantasy. And she wouldn't be moving on with her life."

~*~*~*~*~*~

I sat at my desk. The drone of the machines outside my office sounding like industrial crickets, chattering away in the background as I came to terms with what Mark had just told me. I was happy for Dawn...happy for the both of us. And I was jealous of her. She was moving to an apartment, preparing to launch herself into a new beginning, a new chapter of her life. I had been looking for an apartment too. But for the time being, I was still tethered to my parents; the umbilical cord reattached after years of being on my own. 

Yet, I took solace in the fact that I, too, was healed. If I had an apartment waiting for me, I'd be moving into it as soon as I got off of work. I was missing Dawn. And yet, I was thrilled that I had the time I had with her. The adage came to mind again. 'Better to have loved and lost'. 

But I didn't lose Dawn. I didn't even misplace her. She was with me, like armor, covering my heart. She became my strength and I was bolder because of her. She became my courage, and I could take risks because of her. She became a part of my soul, and I could feel vulnerable because of her. She became my lover, and I was freed because of her. 

My mind was taken off of those wonderful thoughts when the phone rang.

"Good morning, Neil Thomas."

"Hi, Neil?"

"Yes."

"This is Ann."

"HEY! This is a surprise." My heart leapt, doing cartwheels inside my chest. Was is callous of me to be so thrilled about hearing from Ann, while moments before I was waxing poetic with that same heart over my lover? No. Deep inside the soul that Dawn was a part of, I knew she would be okay with it. I swear I could feel her smile in my heart...maybe she was causing the cartwheels.

"I don't want to bother you. I'm sure you're working really hard."

"Well, it hasn't been hard so far today, but that might have just changed," I answered with a devilish tone in my voice.

"I'd love to help you with that," she said with a little laugh. "Neil, I just wanted to call and tell you I had a great time last night."

"So did I, especially after I got home."

"Me too! You are going to come tonight, right?"

"I'm not sure. But I will be at the bar with you and Matt."

Ann laughed. She seemed to like that I flirted back just as aggressively as she did with me.

"Matt said to meet him there at 9:00. But I wanted to let you know that I can be there earlier. It's not like I've got a lot going on."

"I'll pick you up at 7:00," I said, glad that like me, she wanting more time together.

"My hero. I don't think I can make it until 9:00 without a drink."

"You drink that much?" I asked, curious when I had no right to be.

"No. I rarely drink, actually. But being in this house again is messing with my sanity."

"Well, relax. Try to find something to take the edge off until tonight." 

"Great idea. I'm going to go masturbate again. But that will put me one ahead of you."

"One what?" I said, thinking about her frigging herself and not about what she said at the end.

"Orgasm, silly!"

I was stunned, and at a loss for words; something that didn't happen to me very often.

"See you tonight, Neil."

"Okay Ann. I'll be there at 7:00."

She helped me all right. I was suddenly hard as a rock. That was problematic, since I had to get onto the floor to see what was going on in production. I grabbed a clipboard as a shield, and held it in front of my crotch as I went from area to area to check on the progress against the schedule I'd published when I got there. By the time I finished making the rounds, I was at least able to walk.

I couldn't wait for work to be over, and it wasn't even lunch yet.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Lunch popped into my mind when I thought about it still being morning. I wanted the workday over, and I still had most of it left. 

The plant shut down during the half hour lunch break, which was an unpaid period for the hourly employees. Even though I was management, and I was growing my department by leaps and bounds, they still hadn't saw fit to make me a salaried employee. It was a huge bone of contention with me, but it was what it was. 

With lunch being off the clock, many people left work and came back. With the town being so small, you could head off to home, or to one of the two fast food joints, Hardee's or Dairy Queen. I seldom did that, since you had to clock in again, and that archaic system allowed you two times during a day to be counted as late. So, I normally ate at my desk. But I decided I would be leaving for lunch. I needed to get away. Running out to get something to eat would be a diversion. Plus, it was a nice day outside.

I called down to a local legend of a restaurant, kind of a hidden gem that was a cross between fast food and dining. They had great food, and it was close. It was located in what used to be an old gas station at the main intersection of town, literally three minutes from work. Only in a small town could you call, place your order, tell them when you'd be there, and it would be hot and ready. But that's what gave the place its' charm...great customer service. 

Since my office was right next to one of the employee entrances to the plant, I was out of the door and in my car before the lunch bell rang finished ringing. I was out of the parking lot before anyone else got to their cars.

I had the option of going through the drive through lane just to pick up, or go inside the restaurant. I chose going in, since there would be people in the drive through ordering for lunch. Eleven in the morning would seem early in most places to even think about lunch, but the drive through could back me up to the point that I'd be wolfing down my food at my desk. I always went inside because it was actually faster.

As I walked through the door, the smell hit me, and I stopped in my tracks. It was captivating, making my heart skip a beat, and it wasn't the food. It was the unmistakable scent of just the hint of perfume. I really never noticed what women wore from an aroma aspect, unless they bathed in it. When a woman wore too much, it always got my attention, in the wrong way. But I had never had any fragrance leave such a lasting imprint on my brain as the one I picked up over the smells coming from the kitchen. 

I wasn't sure what the name of it was, or even the brand. But I was certain of two things. I had only caught the essence of that bouquet once before in my life; and Ann was somewhere nearby, or she'd just been in the place.

I paid for my lunch and took the bag and drink, but my mind wouldn't let me head to the door. I glanced at the clock and it was only five after. I had twenty minutes of free time, and I wasn't going to waste it eating at my desk just to spare the angst of possibly clocking in late. I walked slowly through the dining area, and finally found Ann tucked in a little nook in the back, hidden in a booth.

She was just taking a huge bite of some type of grilled burger dripping with condiments when I surprised her by sitting down across from her. She smiled as she finished chewing, which seemed to take forever. I'd never seen a woman stuff so much in her mouth. Well, at least not when they weren't having sex.

Ann smiled and wiped her mouth with her napkin. "This place is one of the few things I miss about this town. The onion rings are to die for. But I suppose I just blew the whole illusion that I'm a light eater and that's how I keep my figure."

"As long as you don't tell me you've got an eating disorder, I don't really care. I went through that with the ex and it ended up costing me twenty grand to try and get her better, only to have her start right up again when she got out of the hospital."

Ann looked devastated for me, and she said, "I'm so sorry you had to go through all of that, and everything else she did to you."

"I'm sorry I brought it up, Ann. I really don't want to talk about it. And it's not like I'm trying to hide anything, or that I'm going to go into another depression. I'm just way past that now. I don't want to waste any more time talking about her. It's over. I've moved on. And I'd much rather put that time to good use. And at the moment, I've only got about 18 minutes before I have to leave to go back to work. I want to spend that time eating my lunch with you. Is that all right?"

Ann answered me by slipping off her sandal and putting her bare foot on my crotch, digging her toes into my shaft.

"So, tell me about your day so far," Ann said, knowing she was making my day as we sat there.

With all we had talked about the night before, I thought it was only appropriate that I filled her in on the missing details of what happened to Dawn after I had left. She listened as she ate, but I could tell she was getting worked up; the way her foot was stroking my erection gave her away.

"I'm tempted to go home and get myself off again, but that would put me up by two."

I grabbed her foot, which was starting to work almost exclusively on the head of my straining cock, and I started giving her a foot massage.

"Why'd you stop me?" she said with an evil little grin.

"Because I don't want to cum in my pants."

"But then we'd be even."

"Do you have some thing about us being even, or are you like that with all guys?"

"You make it sound like I have dozens of guys I'm involved with."

"You know I don't think that. And I know you're avoiding the question."

"Okay. It's just a little thing I have. If I talk about being even like this early in a relationship, then it kind of lets the guy know in a subtle way that I expect that he won't leave me out of the party. I'll take care of him if he takes care of me too."

I was stunned by her using saying relationship, but I more stunned by the implication. "So, by saying that, you're implying that you think I'm a selfish lover?"

"I didn't say that. But I've been with enough guys to know it happens."

"Have you been with enough to tell the difference before you jump to conclusions?"

"Point taken. I guess I'd have to say that Californians are definitely 'me first'. So I'm kind of conditioned that way now."

"I'm not sure if your aware, Ann. But I'm not from California. In fact, I've never been there."

"I know you're not from California, Neil. And where I'm at in my life right now, I find that really exciting."

I took a gulp of my drink as I continued to rub her foot. She had finished her meal too, and we sat there in the little time I had left finishing our conversation.

"So, tell me...how do you account for multiple orgasms?" I asked.

"What?' Ann said with a giggle as I caught her off guard.

"In your little game. If you want to make sure you're even, how do you count them? As one, or more than one."

"I've never had one," she said frankly. My expression must have startled her, because she smiled and again said, "What?" 

"I have to tell you, Ann, I love a challenge. If I were you, I'd be trying to figure out just how that's going to work, or this game might get really one-sided, and I'd hate for that to happen. It could throw off your entire dating routine for years to come."

I actually made Ann blush. It was a watershed moment. I felt like we went past playful flirting to something so much more right then and there. In reality, I didn't expect anything of any significance to happen. She was going back to California on Sunday morning. I was living at my parents, and she was staying at hers. It wasn't like there was an opportunity for a relationship to blossom, but she had actually said 'relationship' a moment before. It made me wonder what she was thinking about the two of us.

"I'm sorry, Ann, but I have to get back to work," I said as I stood in front of her. My erection was there at eye level now. She got to see what she'd done to me, and she didn't stop staring at it.

I held out my hand, and she took it as she got up.

"Let me walk in front of you so we don't upset the older crowd," Ann said as she scooted in front of me.

"Why? Aren't you proud it? You seemed to enjoy making me this way, and I'm not ashamed, so why should you be?" 

"Okay, suit yourself," Ann said, and she walked beside me as we held hands and left the restaurant. 

No one noticed. The lunch crowd was too busy going about their business to worry about the crotch of a guy most of them knew hadn't been using it for a long time. At least that's the perception I had of them before the weekend; all sitting in silent judgment of me and my past. Now that I was out of my self-imposed funk, I really didn't care. If they saw me with a huge boner in the company of a gorgeous woman, maybe they'd come to the conclusion that I was well on the road to recovery. In a way, I was a little disappointed that they didn't notice.

Ann walked me to my car because she knew I had to go. I was parked on the street in a lined spot. Since the restaurant was on that main corner in town, it didn't have a parking lot. Ann leaned into me and gave me a long, wet kiss right there on the street; her hand that had been holding mine secretly trapped between us as she fondled the crotch of my jeans. 

"Mmmm. I have a good feeling about tonight, Neil."

"Me too, Ann. I'll pick you up at 7:00."

"I'll be waiting."

I opened the door to my car and got in. Ann had stepped up on the sidewalk, and she turned to watch me leave. Just before I closed the door, Ann stopped me to ask a quick question.

"How did you know I was going to be here?"

"I didn't. Just a coincidence, or better yet, fate," I said, thinking back to Dawn explaining her position on what had brought the two of us together for our amazing weekend.

"So, how did you know I was inside, then?"

"I caught your scent."

"My scent?" she questioned, looking a little self conscious. 

"Yeah. I'm pretty sure no one in this state wears whatever perfume you do. It's very Californian. At least, that's how I'm thinking of it."

"But I'm not even wearing that much of it today."

"Maybe not, but you wore enough that I noticed." 

"Let me get this straight. You were able to pick out the scent of the little dab of perfume I put on this morning, from around the corner of a place filled with all kinds of aromas and smells?"

"It's called fate, babe. Someone must want us to be together. See you tonight."

I closed the door and gave a little wave as I backed out. I watched Ann wave back in my rear view mirror. It was hard to say where we were going with whatever it was between us, although I stuck my neck out by implying that 'someone' wanted us together. To me, it was just nice to be back in the hunt. All my senses were firing and seemed to be on overload. I felt alive again; excited that, even if just for the balance of the week, I had someone my age that wanted to be with me and found me attractive. 

~*~*~*~*~*~

Fortunately, I made it back to work on time. But I still had too much time left in the workday, and then a lot of time to kill before picking up Ann. I got bogged down in a paperwork jam during the afternoon that seemed to make the day drag on and on. Normally, for me anyway, I get engrossed in that kind of thing and the day flies. The problem was I was more engrossed in thinking about Ann.

It wasn't the recent events that had me lost in thought. I was reminiscing about High School, racking my brain for any memories I could think of. But they were few and far between.

I didn't remember her in any of my classes. I didn't recall any specific conversations we might have shared. I'm sure there were some; there had to be. But with me being a new student and Ann having very protective parents, there was no socializing after school. 

After a while, some things did start popping into my head. I did recall her being a very good athlete. She lettered in three sports: track, gymnastics and volleyball. The latter was her best sport. Ann was the best setter on the team. I know I went to at least one of their games. And that thought brought with it a very, very good memory. I was surprised that I didn't think of it sooner.

Ann was a part school dance team. She played too many sports to be a cheerleader, and that wasn't her style anyway. The dance team performed with flags along with the band during halftime of football games. But they really rocked at the half of basketball games. They weren't the Laker girls, but for High School during that time, they were way ahead of the curve. No other other school we played against had girls that danced like ours did. 

I remember Ann distinctly from those performances. Most of the girls looked good, wearing tight fitting outfits and moving provocatively to the music. But Ann stood out to me, because she had the tightest, sexiest ass in the squad. And I was an unabashed ass man. 




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 10



I didn't play basketball after I moved to back to Indiana. Moving in the middle of my junior year, the season had already started. When the next year rolled around, the head coach asked me to try out, wanting me to be a scoring threat off the bench. He had seen me play during lunch and in gym, and he assured me I would make the team. 

But after some frank discussions, he leveled with me that he was looking at me as insurance in case someone got hurt. I wasn't going to see much, if any, playing time because the team was laden with guards, three of them seniors and two being sophomores. The coach said after the three returning senior guards, he had to play the younger guys to make sure he was set for the next season.

I told him that I wasn't interested in riding the bench all season, and he understood. It was interesting because he was a math teacher, and he saw my acumen for the subject. After I turned the opportunity down, he implored me to become his lead statistician. He knew I knew the game, and most of the people that did that job didn't. I decided to do it, since I was going to go to the games anyway. That allowed me to sit at the scorers' table, so I had a great seat, and I got into all the games for free. 

During home games, the added benefit was that at those halftimes. I would hand off the stats for the first half to the coaches to take into the locker room, which allowed me to stay in my seat and watch the dance team up close. They were dancing for the majority of the home fans it the fixed stadium seats on the far side of the court. They were mostly doing their dances facing the other way. 

The formation they would use almost always had Ann starting directly in front of me. I had a full season of staring at Ann's perfect backside, less than fifteen feet away from me. Thinking of that at work, it dawned on me that I had, on a couple of occasions, gone home and stroked off to the thought of having Ann bounce up and down on my cock. 

I was never able to act on that, since I never remembered seeing Ann after school or away from a sporting event. I'm not even sure I would have asked her out, but I would have liked to have gotten to know her better. As it was, I felt like she already knew a lot more about me that I did her. At least that's the impression I had. I was determined to find out more, and figured I might have that opportunity before Matt met us at the bar.

I was lost in thought, thinking about Ann in her dance outfit, when I was startled by the bell. I looked at my desk, still piled with tons of things I really needed to get done. Being in charge of my department, I had to justify any overtime hours I used each week in a report, including my own. I was allowed a certain percentage of total hours worked in a week. If I was going to go past that number, I had to get approval from my boss. I decided I'd just have to find a way to buckle down the next day. It wasn't worth the risk of burning hours I might need later in the week. It was only Tuesday.

As I drove home, I tried to think if I accomplished anything at all during the afternoon. Other than actually finding some memories of Ann tucked away in the recesses of the vault in my skull, I couldn't think of anything. I certainly didn't do any work, and that gnawed at me. I hated the feeling of not giving my best. It felt like stealing. I suppose that was a trait instilled by my father, but it was one I respected and was proud to share with him.

I hadn't been that careless in my work since the early days of my divorce. I went through a particularly rough stretch, where it wasn't uncommon for me to daydream at work. They were more like a series of nightmares in the middle of the day, actually. My boss had been tremendously supportive during that time. That gesture only made me want to work harder once I got my act together. So, when there were days that I didn't finish tasks I felt I should have, I was usually upset with myself.

After kicking myself the entire drive home, I decided to make up for it the only way I knew how, which was to work at home. I had a lot of laundry I'd neglected since I returned from my trip to Michigan, so I got to it. Washing my clothes was never a favorite chore, but it gave me a sense of purpose around my parents' house, and I didn't like having my Mom do it for me. I changed the sheets on my bed, and threw them into the washer, along with some of my clothes.

I was folding my sheets when Mom came home. It always seemed to shock her when she caught me doing something domestic. But that didn't stop her from teasing me about it.

"How come you never did laundry when you lived here before?" she asked.

"You didn't have a job back then. I think all you did was laundry. I swear, I could take off what I was wearing and throw it in the hamper at night, and you'd have it back in my closet the next morning. I could have worn the same thing every day I had wanted to."

I finished all of my stuff; folding, hanging and or putting away what I had pulled out of the dryer on that last load. It didn't really make up for screwing off like I had at work, but I felt better about myself for accomplishing something during my day. 

Dad had come home, and launched himself into one of his power naps. He woke up when he heard the ding of a timer going off in the kitchen. It was like an alarm, telling him dinner was ready. I heard Mom yell as I stood in my room, and I headed to join them. Dad passed me in the hall, going to wash up quickly. Mom and I waited silently at the table until he got back.

As we ate, Mom asked about my day. I left out the part of being unproductive, and mentioned only the good things. The good morning meeting about my visit to S-T Inc., the follow up call from Mark, minus the x-rated details, and some other little victories during the day. I also mentioned how I'd found Ann at the restaurant.

"What are you doing tonight?" Mom asked. 

"Matt and I are going to go to the End Zone. Ann wants to buy him a beer. She thinks it's amazing that the kid she used to babysit is old enough to drink."

"Matt doesn't drink that much, does he?" 

"No more than I do. We're not going there to drink, we're just getting together."

"Well, be careful," she said, always being a Mom.

I took a shower, and got myself ready to go. I don't know why, but I took extra care in shaving my crotch, and I went overboard with the soap. I wasn't really thinking anything would happen, but the thought of making myself more presentable for Ann made me excited as I did.

I wore shorts and a golf shirt, and my sandals. It was warm out, and I wanted to be comfortable. I debated about underwear, and decided to wear some boxers. As excited as I'd been around Ann, I didn't want to have any wet spot show up at an inopportune moment.

I walked into the kitchen and said goodnight to the folks, telling them not to worry, and not to wait up. I got the 'don't be out too late because it's a school night' stare from my Mom and a wink from my Dad. It was an interesting difference in reaction; the wink in particular. Maybe he just wanted me to stay out late so he could get lucky himself. After what I knew from being home the last year, that was certainly a possibility.

~*~*~*~*~*~

I pulled into the Franklin's driveway, staring at Ann. She was sitting on the front steps, waiting for me. I was going to get out of the car to open the door for her, but she couldn't wait. It was like I was in the getaway car, and I'd arrived late. 

"Let's go!" she said hurried tone as she shut the door and buckled up.

I backed out and pulled away in a rush. Glancing over, I got my first real look at how Ann was dressed. She had on a very short red leather miniskirt, and a sheer black sleeveless blouse. The top of the blouse was unbuttoned most of the way to show glimpse of her lacey red bra. With her legs crossed, I got a glimpse of her open toed high heeled shoes that laced up just past the top of her ankles. They were black, matching the blouse. She was the hottest woman I'd ever seen in that ultra conservative community. 

While I looked her over from a physical perspective, which was required by man law, I was also very aware of Ann's emotional state of mind. It was hard to be excited about how she was dressed when I could clearly see she was upset.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"No. Not really."

Going to the bar right away didn't seem like a good idea, so I drove around town to the park, and parked the car. I got out and walked around the car. Opening her door, she looked at me, wondering what I was doing.

"I thought we were going out?" Ann said, looking puzzled.

"We are out. Matt won't be there until nine. Let's take a walk."

"I not exactly in my walking shoes, Neil." 

I bent down and untied the bow to the lace of her left shoe as she turned in her seat. In doing so, I got a magnificent little peek at her red lace panties. Taking off both of her heels, I put them on the floor of the car. I kicked off my sandals and put them next to hers. 

"There. Is that better?" I asked as I stood up and held out my hand. 

Ann stood up with me, and we walked through the plush grass to a gazebo that was down a hill in the center of the park. Sitting on a bench underneath it, I held her hand as I put my other arm around her.

"What happened, Ann?" I asked.

"I got into a fight with my Mom."

"What about?"

"The way I'm dressed."

I let out a little laugh.

"Laughing about how I'm dressed is not going to make me feel better."

"I'm not laughing about that Ann. I love the way you're dressed. You are HOT!"

"Then why did you laugh?"

"You have to admit, you wore that for me, right?"

Ann blushed a little, and nodded softly as she turned her big brown eyes in my direction.

"Trust me; I'm flattered that you would do that for me."

"Flattered?"

"Sure. You HAD to know it was going to cause an argument with your Mom, and you wore it anyway. Why wouldn't I be flattered?"

That made Ann laugh, and she said, "Does that make me a Masochist?"

"I don't know. I'm not sure what your bent is...yet!"

"Wow, I didn't know we were going to be discussing our sexual preferences so soon."

"You're right. That should come a little later in a relationship. How's 10 o'clock for you?"

Ann's anger left with her smile. "You are so funny, Neil."

"Okay...we'll table that discussion. I still have a lot of other things I want to learn about you first. Starting there would really be putting the cart before the horse."

We spent the next hour talking about High School. Not only did she talk about her relationship with her Mother, she talked about her brother's with their Father. It certainly cleared up some misconceptions I had about her older brother, Alan. I only knew him as an obnoxious jerk. I found out where he had gotten some of that. Ann insisted her Father was a changed man now, and that he and Alan had repaired their relationship. 

Ann said she still had issues with her overbearing Mother though. Being home only confirmed that she had made the right decision in moving to California. And the episode just before I arrived showed that Ann's Mother still felt it was her duty to try and control her daughter. 

The conversation got a lot better when I started asking questions about how she knew so much about me. I wouldn't say Ann had a crush on me in High School. But she certainly knew who I was, and I interested her. More than I could have known. Since Ann didn't have a social life, she confessed that she had to live through fantasies. And when I moved to Indiana and enrolled in the school, I became one of them. Apparently, a pretty big one. 

Then Ann asked me what I remembered of her in High School. "I was thinking about that today, actually, after I got back to work. I remembered a couple of things. But one stood out above all the others."

"Really? What was it?"

"Well, I'm not sure if you remember. But, when we were seniors, I was a statistician for the basketball team. And during home games I would sit at the scorer's table."

"I remember. I still can't believe you didn't try out for the team, Neil. You were better than any of the guards we had the year before."

I was surprised by that, and said, "Yeah, maybe. But I knew I wasn't going to play."

"How would you know that?"

"The coach told me. He wanted me on the team, but basically said I would only play if someone got hurt."

"Well, he was an idiot. No wonder we lost in the sectionals." The passion in Ann's voice astounded me. It was like she had taken it personally that I was treated with what she deemed as disrespect, over something that happened over 10 years before. "I can't believe that asshole wouldn't play the best player just because you were new to the school. I'm glad he got fired after the season." 

As I said, basketball in Indiana is like a religion. It was obvious that Ann still had that ingrained, even after being away for so long. That or she was just trying to make me feel better. It didn't matter to me; I had the best seat in the house. 

"I have to tell you, Ann. I was okay with it. I mean, I would have loved to have played, but I made the best of it. That's what I was thinking about today."

Ann snapped out of her reflective funk, saying, "Oh yeah. So, you're the statistician. There's a lot of glory in that."

"Head statistician," I said, trying to sound more important as I corrected her.

"Yes sir, Mr. head statistician, sir!" she answered with a salute. "Now, what does that have to do with me?"

"I would do my thing and give the sheets to the assistant coach at the half, and then I was free to do whatever I wanted to do until the second half started."

Ann got this funny look on her face. It was almost an 'I know something you don't know' expression. I felt like I was telling a joke to someone who not only knew the punch line, but had written the joke.

"You never did though. At least not after the first game; you always stayed at the table."

My eyebrow arched, and Ann let out at giggle.

"How would you know what I did every game?" I asked.

"I told you. You interested me, a lot."

"I'm a little...what are you, saying...I don't understand," I finally said confused. 

"The first game, I was on the far side in the formation."

"What formation?" I asked.

"The dance team formation, silly. I was on the far right. But Angie got hurt in a volleyball game and she had to sit out a couple of games, and she had to stop the dance team too. So I was moved to the top of the formation to take her place. The dance coach liked what I did there, and I got to stay even after Angie came back. That really pissed her off."

"I don't understand. What was the significance of that spot in the formation?"

"Well, that was the spot where we would occasionally split the girls and create a path, and I would do a run and back flip toward the stadium seats. We only did it in big games, and I was the only other girl besides Angie that could do it."

I had forgotten that. Because she was a gymnast, Ann was a natural when they had her do that. I had totally forgotten that another girl was in that spot for the first home game. That game I did get up to go get something to eat. I never did that after Ann was right in front of me.

"The other significance of that spot was, I was right in front of you!" she said confidently.

I couldn't help but think I'd been set up, but there was no way that Ann could have known I had daydreamed at work about her shaking that magnificent ass at me during those dance routines.

"So, you knew I was watching you?" I asked.

"Not until after the third game. I caught you staring at me, and that's when my fantasies about you really began to take a hold of me. I'd never had anyone look at me like you did. At least, not as blatantly as you were doing it. It really got me going. I didn't fantasize about you every day, but I always did after a game once I knew you were watching me."

"So what did you do when you fantasized?"

"I masturbated! What was the point of a fantasy if I wasn't going to do something with it?"

"That's interesting."

"What, that a high school girl got excited about a handsome guy in her class staring at her and got off on that?"

"Well, yeah. But I was actually thinking it was interesting that you got yourself off to me. I guess last night really wasn't the first time we masturbated at the same time thinking about each other.'

"You...you did it too?" Ann said in disbelief.

"Not after every game. But there were a few times, when you were really outdid yourself, where I couldn't get you out of my mind."

"Wow. Well, there were a couple of games where I was inspired knowing you were behind me and I knew the routine was made for me to shake what little I had."

"Don't shortchange yourself, Ann. You were the best dancer on the squad. It wasn't even close. I may be a little biased, but I'm not wrong about that. I'm guessing that was the one time you could come out of your shell and there was nothing your Mom and Dad could do about it. And you had plenty, by the way. You always had my undivided attention."

"If it was undivided, how do you know I was better than any of the other girls?" she said, trying to trap me in my words.

I turned the tables when I said, "Okay...Yeah, I looked at all the girls on the dance team at one time or another. And here are three facts. One, you were the best dancer on the team. Two, you always had my attention when you were right in front of me. And three, you're the only one that I ever jacked off thinking about."

Ann put her hand to her mouth, acting like a Southern Belle, and said, "My, I'm flattered."

"You should be. I didn't waste my sperm on just any girl. At least until I got married."

Ann laughed and stood up. Moving to the center of the gazebo, she stood facing away from me. Striking a pose just like she had so many times in school, she counted softly, and then began dancing a routine to the music in her head. It was amazing. Ann moved even more sexily than she did back then, using her body with much more confidence and grace. 

The best part was that she was doing the moves she had learned years before, and I was seeing her do them as a woman; in a miniskirt! The flashing of her red lace panties wasn't lost on me. I was growing by the moment, and she knew it.

When she finished, she stared at my crotch as she caught her breath. I was catching mine too. 

"Is that how you would end up when I danced for you in school?" she asked.

"You danced for me?" I asked.

"Of course! You were my fantasy, and I danced mostly for you. I think you made me a better dancer, actually. I was uninhibited when you were watching. It felt just like it did now. It was like it was just me and you out there. Did I get you hard right there in the school?"

"Most of the time. Why?"

"Because, I could never tell; you always had that damn table blocking you. I always wondered."

"Well wonder no more. I wish we would have gotten together ten years ago, Ann," I said with a touch of melancholy in my voice. 

Ann took my hand and helped me to my feet. She grabbed me, and I found myself taking her into my arms. Imaginary music filled both of our heads, as we found ourselves slow dancing in what suddenly became a very romantic setting. We swayed back and forth, turning in a tight circle just like teenagers. Being barefoot only made it more personal to me.

It was starting to get dark, and I glanced at my watch. Just that move let Ann know we needed to head off to meet Matt. We held hands again as we walked across the cool, damp grass in silence. 

I opened Ann's door and helped her in, but before I shut her door, I opened my trunk and and got out a towel. Handing it to her, she wiped her feet before strapping her heels back on. I backed out and drove barefoot, heading toward the sports bar.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 11



I drove away from the plant, looking back at it in the rear view mirror. My thoughts were running wild, going back and forth between helping Ann to an orgasm over the phone, to actually having sex in my office with Nancy, the plant receptionist. I knew I'd taken some dangerous risks, basically thinking with the wrong head. But the only one that knew was Nancy, and I felt very confident that she wouldn't say anything. 

In fact, the way we'd left it made it seem very likely that we'd be hooking up again to fuck, although I wasn't going to take the chance of doing that at the plant. I wasn't going to put either of us at risk of losing our jobs. We'd both have to be content with the amazing memory we'd just created.

I was thinking of that as I drove home. Nancy, sitting at her desk, still looking flushed from her orgasm. I could picture her subconsciously smacking her lips, tasting my sperm on her tongue. I envisioned her breasts, now free from the confines of the bra; her hard nipples rubbing against the silky material of her blouse, trying to poke through. I imagined them being so hard that they could be seen from across the room, showing anyone and everyone that she was turned on.

I shifted my brain to the south, thinking about Nancy sitting in her chair. Her thighs wiggling as she moved them to try and stimulate her engorged clit. Did she have her legs close together, crossed to create some friction? Or perhaps she was slowly spreading them wider, inching her skirt up past her knees, exposing her pussy to the open air. Did she feel a breeze flowing over her wet snatch, making her wetter by the moment? Would she have a wet spot on the back of her skirt from her dripping pussy? And how did the soft fuzz of her fiery bush feel to her against the material of the skirt?

The appearance of that red patch of pubic hair brought her long locks to the front of my brain. That was the one thing that was surely noticeable to everyone that would see Nancy the balance of the day. Her hair was majestic, tumbling softly from her head like a waterfall of bright, eye-catching color. She would get noticed, and that would spawn speculation; people in the plant would be asking why. And that would lead to them looking her over closer, inspecting her for signs to explain the reasoning behind her new look in the middle of the day. The idea of Nancy being under closer scrutiny of her co-workers, including her boss Emma, made my cock rock hard again as I got the house. I was glad I didn't have to worry about my parents being home.

I parked in the driveway, and took a deep breath. Looking to my right, I eyed my prize from the previous night. I picked up Ann's panties and took one more sniff. My curiosity got the better of me, and I found myself rustling through the paper bag I'd left work with, fishing out Nancy's. I felt compelled to compare, and I took a long whiff of the red panties I'd just acquired. The smells were similar, but they were distinct. Each triggered separate memories, like songs that you would hear on the radio that take you to a specific moment in time. I placed all the garments in the paper bag and stuffed them under my seat.

Limping into the house as I dragged my hard cock in with me, I headed straight back to my room. Closing and locking the door behind me, I undressed. I lay down on my bed naked, and slowly stroked my meat. I didn't necessarily want to cum again, but I loved the feeling of being that aroused. I had had so many sexual experiences over the previous five days that the events of that day got mixed into the rest. I had visions of pussies and tits, and various locations and positions flashing in my head. I was exhausted thinking about them, and I drifted off with my hand still clutching my cock.

~*~*~*~*~*~

"Don't you have a game tonight, big guy?"

I didn't hear a knock, but I'm sure my Dad rapped on the door first. His gruff voice startled me, and I sat straight up in bed. I searched for my clock, and saw that it was almost 5:30. The game was in an hour, and I had to pick up Ann at her house at six. 

"Yeah, Dad. Thanks for waking me."

"No problem. Are you eating before you go?"

"You know I never eat before I play anything," I said as I threw on some gym shorts.

"Your Mom's asking. Do you want her to save you any food?"

I opened the door and smiled at him. "No thanks. I'm taking Ann out to eat after the game."

"Ann? That's three nights in a row, son. Is there something we should know?"

"Nah...she's only in town until Sunday morning. It's just nice to hang out with someone my own age."

"Well, you know we're having a cookout on Friday. She's welcome to come over. That is, if you're still 'hanging out' with her," Dad said, making those stupid quotation marks with his hands. I wanted to slap them to make him stop.

"We'll see. Are we still playing golf with Rob and Mack?"

"Yeah...that's the reason for the cookout. We have a tee time right after you get off of work."

"Okay...I've got to take a quick shower. I have to pick up Ann at six."

I hopped into the shower, and quickly lathered up. My mind actually was on the golf. Rob and Mack were brothers. Mack had married Rob's sister, Carrie. Rob was married to a nice woman named Paula. Both couples were long time friends of my parents. Both of them lived out of town, and were coming in for the weekend to visit. I loved playing golf with the guys, mostly because they were funny. And, being younger, I usually won a lot of money when we played. Rob and Mack had a habit of trying to tease me to get me out of my game. It was, in their minds, the best way to try and win. Distract the kid, and get him to play lousy...then take their chances with the old man. It was two days before we'd play, and I was already getting my guard up.

I got dressed for the softball game, and took some extra cloths with me in case we decided to go somewhere nice after the game. I put all that stuff in my sports bag, and headed out.

"Are you ever going to eat dinner here again?" my Mom asked, mockingly.

"Of course, Mother. I'll be here for the cookout, okay?"

"Bring your friend. We'd love to meet her," she said, ever hopeful that her boy would find the real Mrs. Right.

"California, Mom. Remember, she lives in California."

"That doesn't mean we wouldn't like to meet her, now does it?"

"No...you're right. I'll see what she's doing on Friday, okay?"

"That would be nice."

Dad echoed that thought, saying, "Yes. I'd love to meet the young lady that's brought your smile back."

I rolled my eyes. Now he was doing it. It was one thing to have my Mom continually prodding me, hoping and praying to see me find someone. It was another entirely to have my Dad join in. 

I said goodbye and grabbed my stuff. Hopping into my car, I looked into the mirror to back up, and I hit the brakes when I saw the edge of my face in the reflection. I WAS smiling. Dad was right. I really hadn't noticed it before, but even though I'd made some great strides in the last several months, I still wasn't smiling a lot. But ever since the weekend, I couldn't get the smile off my face. 

Dad said he'd like to meet the lady who brought my smile back. He'd meant Ann. And in reality, she was the one. I knew it. But Dawn had a hand in it. So did Jill...and Denise, and Nancy. Each of them, in their own way, had a huge impact on the change in my demeanor and daily outlook. But driving to Ann's house, I had that same feeling in my gut that I'd gotten the night before when I stared at that same reflection in the mirror at the bar. I wondered again, was it love?

~*~*~*~*~*~

You'd think a person who had been married before would know what love is. It turned out, I only learned what it wasn't. The ex didn't know what it was. She moved from guy to guy like she was a bee looking to pollinate; random, and often. So I began to wonder if I really knew what love was, and was the feeling I had burning inside my chest it. 

I remembered a conversation with my Dad, several months after the divorce, when I'd finally come to grips with the fact that I'd married an actual slut, not the occasional 'I want to be your slut tonight, darling' kind of slut. It took a while, but I finally knew that it wasn't my fault that she'd screwed around on me. 

We were riding in the car, coming home from a round of golf. I'd played pretty well, and my spirits were pretty good. He patted me on my thigh, like he'd done a thousand times when I was little. That touch always made me feel loved. He said he was proud of me for coming through what I had like a man.

I recalled that I shook my head, and said, "Dad, she was so wrong for me. Why didn't you or Mom say something?"

I'll never forget the look on his face. It was a wary look, like he was tired and beat. "We wanted to Neil. We really did. And in looking back, maybe I should have. But ask yourself this; would you have listened?"

"No...probably not."

"Just remember, Neil, you didn't go through the divorce by yourself. Your Mom and I were going through it too. Parenting never ends...ever. It hurt me just as much to see you hurt then, as it did when you were little, and you broke your arm. I wanted to take the pain for you, to ease yours. But I couldn't take it away. So I did what I always did. I shared your hurt...and I always will."

When I thought about that, a light went on in my head. He said he shared my hurt, which also meant he shared in my joy. That's why he and my Mom wanted to meet Ann so much. They saw the change in how I was acting, even though I was barely around. And that's why Dad actually asked me to invite Ann first. He knew if my Mom did, I'd likely blow it off. But by him doing it, I might actually listen. 

I decided I'd at least ask Ann if she'd like to come over for the cookout. After all, if she was my girlfriend for the week, then meeting my parents didn't seem out of the question. And I really wanted to be able to say that she was my girlfriend at one time in my life, even if it was just for the briefest of moments

I parked in the driveway of the Franklin home just before 6:00, which wasn't bad for getting woken up only a half hour before. I started to get out of the car to go to the front door, but Ann came out of the side door that led from the house to the garage. The garage door was up, and I watched her bound down a couple of steps and practically skip to the car. I couldn't help but notice the contrast between how she was as acting, against how she was when I'd picked her up the day before. She looked so much happier.

Ann got in the car and immediately leaned over to kiss me. 

"Hello, baby. Are you ready to go out and beat Matt?"

"I'm ready to go out and beat off. God you look hot!"

Ann had somehow gotten out of the house without her Mother freaking out and starting another argument. But it was a wonder. The only explanation was that she must not have seen her daughter. Ann was wearing a very short cocktail dress. It was black, with thin spaghetti straps. They crossed as they went past her neck toward her back, which was bare almost to her waist. The plunging neckline drooped down below her breasts about five inches. The material was very tight across her chest, and it exposed the insides of her soft white globes. I could clearly see the tan lines caused by the bathing suit she'd been wearing, and the contrast between her tanned skin and the areas that weren't was like night and day. I'd always loved tan lines on a woman!

I suppose you could say that Ann wasn't blessed with as much upstairs compared to other girls I'd been with, but to me, her tits were perfect. Her nipples were like erasers jutting out through the thin fabric. She couldn't wear a bra because of the design of the dress, and that only went to prove just how firm and perky her tits were. The dress was tapered, so it hugged her thin waist, and the hem stopped just a few inches below her crotch, showing almost every inch of her tan, athletic legs. Her shoes were black open toed sandals, but with 5-inch spiked heels...a style I'd never seen before. She was dressed for something much more interesting than a softball game. Yet, that's where her mind seemed to be.  

"Now, now. You need to keep your focus. Once you're done beating Matt, you can have your mind wander wherever it wants. Right now you need to think about the game. You need to win it for me."

"Well, we should. But it's not a one man team, Ann," I said, tearing away my eyes from her cleavage.

"It is as far as I'm concerned," Ann said as she stared into my eyes. I was drawn in by hers. They were swirling; shades of brown moving like coffee that had just had the crème stirred in. It took a lot to keep my attention off of Ann's hard body, but her eyes froze me. Then she winked, and I shook my head as she let out that classic laugh I loved so much.

I backed out, and we started on our way to the small liberal arts college in town. As colleges go, it was ridiculously small, with about 1200 students, tops. But they did have some very nice facilities. As I pulled out onto the by highway that skirted around the edge of town, I figured I'd get the invite out of the way. Then I'd at least know if she was really interested in being with me the balance of the week.

"Ann, I was talking to my folks a little bit ago. I know this may sound strange, and don't feel you'll upset me if you say no...but they want to meet you."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Dad's exact words were that they'd love to me the young lady that's brought my smile back. They're having a cookout on Friday for some friends of theirs that are coming to town for the weekend, and they'd like you to come."

"And what would you like?"

"Well, I always like it when you cum.

Ann laughed. "I told you, babe...you need to focus. Now seriously, what would you like."

"Truthfully, I'd love to show you off. Since you're my girlfriend for the week, why wouldn't I want you to meet my parents? At least you'll understand a lot more about me, and it'll make it easier for you to get on that plane on Sunday?"

"Why would you say that?"

"I don't know. Just trying to be funny, I guess."

"Well, stop. I think it's sweet that they want to meet me. I hope I don't get nervous about it. I can tell you that I won't CUM, but I'd love to meet your folks. I can't remember the last time I went to a good old fashioned Midwestern cookout. So, yes, I'll do it if you'll promise to do something for me."

"Yeah, what's that?"

"My parents want to meet you, too. Tomorrow night. They want you to come over for dinner." 

"Uh-oh," I said, in mock horror.

Ann smacked my arm, just like Dawn had done so many times. "You'll be fine. My Mom is a little upset that you've been monopolizing all of my time when they're off work. She thinks I'm using you as an excuse not to have to be home and talk to her."

"And are you?"

"Yes. But that's just the side benefit. The fact that I want to be with you should be pretty obvious," she said as she ran her hand up the inside of my thigh. Her fingers traced lightly over my exposed skin below my shorts. 

I let out a little sigh and said, "You are such a tease."

"Not really. I usually put out, if I really, really like the guy. But it takes a couple of dates first."

"That's a problem, considering we haven't been on any yet," I said as I laughed at her.

"I've already counted the bar, and our two lunches together. Any time there's food or drink involved, I'm calling it a date." 

"So tonight is our fourth?" 

"Yep...you're getting closer to getting lucky every day, baby!"

I felt my cock start to grow, but it was constricted by the cup I was wearing, so Ann couldn't tell. Still, I couldn't help but be totally turned on. Our conversations always seemed to tinge on sex. That, coupled with her enticing perfume, kept me aroused almost contently. Then there was her wardrobe. I couldn't help but try to steal glances at her chest. She caught me once, and laughed at me.

"What's so funny?"

"I can't believe you're getting so worked up over my tits. I've never had a guy stare at them like you are. There's not much to them."

"Well, I am an unabashed ass man. We've talked about that before, I think. But, that doesn't mean that I don't look at tits. I'm a man, and we're obligated to look at them if a woman goes out of her way to display them in a way that screams 'hey, look at my tits', which is what you're doing in that dress. Secondly, don't shortchange yourself. I'm interested in your tits for a lot of reasons."

"Sure, so you can mock them later!"

"Now YOU need to stop. I would never do that, Ann. Maybe some of your other boyfriends have...but not me."

"Okay, why do my tits interest you so much?"

"One, because they're right out there for me to see right now, but you knew that already. Two would be because they are perfect. You're not wearing a bra, and they stand up proud and firm, just begging to be squeezed. Three, I can tell already you have amazing nipples, and I'd love to suck on them for hours on end. And the fourth reason they interest me is the most important of all."

"And that would be?"

"They're attached to you, Ann."

Ann let out her own little sigh. She was about to follow that up with something, but I pulled the car to a stop in the parking lot. As I walked around to open Ann's door, she slipped off her shoes and left them in the car, choosing to walk barefoot in the grass to the fields. She grabbed my hand and held it as I carried my equipment bag.

My team was already warming up, and so was Matt's. I took Ann to our dugout, which was on the first base side. She had a seat on the bench, and I went out to warm up myself. Matt walked over and talked to Ann for a little bit. I could hear some laughter, and whatnot, but at that moment, it didn't concern me.

What did was my arm. I couldn't get it loose. It actually hurt a little above the elbow, and it became obvious to me that I'd overdone it during the tournament in Michigan during the weekend. It had been a long time since I'd played that many games in such a short amount of time, and even though it was Wednesday, I still hadn't recovered. The part that got me was that didn't hurt at all until I threw. 

I talked it over with a couple of other guys on my team. We only had 10 players for the game, something I'd gotten used to in Michigan. So I had to play the field. After some initial concern about me not playing short, we all came to an agreement that I was still better off playing in the infield than catching. So, I moved from shortstop to 1st base defensively. It wasn't like I was in over my head. I'd played first many times before, and I prided myself on being pretty good wherever I played. It was more that we didn't have many good options at short. I left it in the hands of the guy running the team, who made out a lineup.

Matt had moved back to his side of the field, and Ann sat quietly waiting for the game to start. I came back to the bench and sat next to her, not even thinking about what they might have talked about. It didn't really interest me. Her chest was calling out to me again. My teammates heard the same call. All of their eyes seemed to dart back and forth between somewhere else and her boobs. 

"See, guys see tits, and they have to stare. It's a rule," I said with a grin.

"I'm not sure I should sit here," she said, thinking she was distracting us.

"I want you to. They just decided to play me at first because my arm is bothering me. I like the idea of you being close."

"You're not getting jealous, are you?" she said as she elbowed me in the ribs.

"No, I love the fact that they think my girlfriend is hot. And that only makes you hotter to me, which is why I want to be near you."

"You're sweet baby," she said as she patted my leg. 




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 11



It seemed Matt's team had some turmoil of their own. The guy who usually pitched didn't show up. And Matt was the one that stepped up and took on the challenge of pitching. I wasn't sure he'd ever pitched slow pitch before, and I wondered if he was volunteering to impress his former babysitter. Nothing would surprise me when it came to Matt.

I was one of the fastest guys on the team, and I was a line drive hitter that could place the ball to all fields. At the tournament, I batted in a couple of different places in the lineup, because of the special rules for it being co-ed, and because I was new to the team. In our lineup, I was the prototype leadoff man, and that's where I was hitting to start the game. We were the visiting team, which meant Ann was going to see 'her man' go up against Matt to start the game off.

With us only having the minimum number of players, we didn't have anybody in our dugout to keep the scorebook. One of my teammates asked me if Ann could do it, and I said I didn't know. When I asked her, she took the book and the pen from me.

"Sure, it will give me something to do besides look at your ass when you bend over at first."

I was going to ask Ann if she knew how, but I decided to wait and see. The last thing I wanted to do was insult her. She looked at the book and then up at me. 

"Looks like you're leading off, baby."

"Yeah, I usually do."

Ann looked out to the mound and saw Matt taking his warm up throws.

"Why don't you go out there and break up his no hitter."

The fact that I was with a girl that even knew what a no hitter was got me excited. It was obvious that there were levels to Ann that I hadn't considered, and I should have. I knew she was athletic, and so was her brother. So why wouldn't she know. I had a brief flash go through my head, wondering how athletic any children we might have together would turn out to be. 

"Whoa, where the hell did that come from?" I said to myself. It was a ridiculous thought; it was so random that I actually shook my head to get it to leave.

Unnerved, I put my energy into swinging the bat to loosen up and think about something other than the bizarre speculation that I'd just conjured up. I was relieved that my arm didn't hurt to swing the bat, and that got me focused. Stepping into the batter's box, I took a few more swings, and dug in. Matt laughed at me as I threatened to bunt, and he actually held onto the ball instead of pitching it. It was enough to throw him off just a bit.

Matt's first pitch was a little flat for a slow pitch game; not a lot of arc to it, but still legal and a lot easier to hit. He'd also left it a little outside. I waited on it, and ripped it to right field. It landed just inside the line, and I was standing on third base by the time they got the ball back to the infield. I couldn't believe the thrill I got just hearing Ann cheer for me as I ran around the bases. The next batter hit a single, and I found myself next to Ann on the bench after scoring the games' first run. 

"I don't remember you being that fast in high school, Neil."

"I wasn't. I was one of those really late bloomers. I'd like to think that I'm just hitting my peak."

"Wow. That's interesting. I thought it was girls that hit their peak in their late twenties."

"Well, I'm sure I'm the exception. But I'm not eighteen anymore. I can't recover as easily as I used to."

Ann put her hand on my leg, near my crotch, and rubbed the inside of my thigh a little. 

"Maybe you just need someone to inspire you," she said, winking at me.

"I'm sure if anyone can get me up and going, it would be you," I said winking back.

We kind of let the sexual banter go, not wanting to make a spectacle of ourselves during the game. It wasn't like Ann Arbor. I knew everyone on the field. Ann and I didn't want to become the focus of a lot of talk, so we cooled it, just a little. And she seemed to take the lead on that. I wasn't sure why, since I was the one that still lived in town. For whatever reason, she backed off, going so far as to take her hand from my leg and changing the subject.

Ann was marking the latest hit in the scorebook, and she said, "You not only broke up Matt's no hitter, you broke up his shutout too."

I had to laugh. Talk about no hitters and shutouts in slow pitch softball were ludicrous, but it gave us something to talk about. As I watched her keep score, I got excited again. It was pretty clear she knew the game; very, very well. It's amazing the odd kinds of things that can arouse a man, some they may not know until they happen. I was actually getting a little hard just from watching this woman and her perfect handwriting chart a softball game.

We had a big lead going into the bottom of the inning, and I took a ball out to my position at first to warm up the infield. I felt comfortable within a couple of throws to me, and rolled the ball into the dugout to get ready for the first batter. The dugouts were really just covered benches. There were no steps, or fences, or anything. You just walked off the field and sat down. 

As I rolled the ball, I noticed that Ann had moved, so that she was farther down the bench. She had turned her body a little so that she was facing me. She gave me a little wave, along with a very sexy smile. I gave her a bewildered look, but waved back. We got through that inning fairly quickly, but gave up a couple of runs. Still, it didn't seem that long before I was back next to Ann.

"Why'd you move?"

"I just wanted to give you a better view."

"A better view...of what?"

"Me, silly!"

I just smiled and picked up a bat. Matt made almost the same pitch to me that he did the first time, and I actually got more aluminum on it. It landed past the outfielder, and I had myself an inside the park homer. I was a little winded when I got back to the dugout, and Ann was waiting for me in that sexy dress. She stood up, and gave me a big hug, and a sloppy kiss. It was a moment that wasn't missed by many, including Matt.

Heading out into the field, I took my position at first, playing close to the line because of a left-handed batter. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Ann shift a little. My mind went back to her comment about moving so I could get a better view. I wondered if that was what she meant, her being in my peripheral vision. It turned out, that wasn't what Ann meant at all.

After the first out, a groundout to short where I had to make a scoop out of the dirt, I threw the ball back to the pitcher and started smoothing out the dirt with my shoe. It was a habit I had developed playing baseball as far back as little league. I usually did it between pitches as a routine to keep focus. It was also a superstition, developed on the pretense that by doing it, it would keep me from getting bad hops caused by the divots created by cleats digging into the dirt.

I heard Ann yelling from the dugout. "Way to pick it out there, first baseman!"

Getting my attention, I glanced over towards Ann. The look on her face was pure horniness. At least, that's what I took from it. It caught me off guard enough that after the first pitch, and instead of smoothing out dirt like a sixth grader, I looked back over to Ann.

It would have been a scene out of 'Basic Instinct', but that movie was still a few years from being made. Ann slowly uncrossed her sexy legs, and spread them a little. I know I was the only one that had a clear view, which was her intention. There, standing near first base on a softball field in Northeast Indiana, I got my first breathtaking glimpse of Ann's sweet, smooth pussy.

It wasn't an up close view, and that so didn't matter! I actually missed the next pitch staring at it. The ping of the bat brought me back to the action, and I panicked to find where the ball was. I felt fortunate that it was a high, lazy fly ball to left. I shook my head and looked back to Ann, who was pointing at me and laughing. I didn't miss another pitch, but I also didn't miss another opportunity to watch Ann flash me.

Returning to the dugout, she was still laughing at me.

"It's a good thing the ball wasn't hit at you. You might have been killed."

"I would have died happy," I said, still staring at her crotch, even though her legs were crossed again.

The next inning, I was treated to Ann moving one of her hands to her dripping cunt. She would quickly finger herself, and then bring her fingers to her mouth. I'd never had more trouble trying to stay focused on a game I was playing, in any sport, in my life. I would watch the pitch, and look at Ann; watch the pitch, and look at Ann. It got to the point that I didn't want to come off the field. I was having more fun standing there at first base watching her play with herself.

Back in the dugout, I sat next to her again. I started to say something, but when I opened my mouth, Ann shoved her middle and index fingers past my lips.

"How do I taste, baby?"

I smiled around her fingers, sucking hard on them. Feeling the attention being drawn to us, Ann pulled them out and resumed her work on the scorebook, trying to blend into the background. A difficult task when you're wearing a dress that's telling everyone to 'look at me and my hot body.'

I leaned in close and said, "You taste amazing, Ann. I can't wait for a chance to find out how you taste without the fingers."

Ann let out a little squeal, and I got up to go hit again. It was a single to right center that time up, and eventually scored a couple of batters later. I went out into the field, hoping to get another inning of playing peek-a-pussy, but was surprised when I looked over to see Ann sitting next to Maria, Matt's sister. 

Surprisingly, I wasn't disappointed. Ann and I had had some fun, and we were both pretty keyed up. This was going to force us to maintain some semblance of control, at least at the game. And I reflected back to a comment Ann had said earlier about her parents. I was monopolizing Ann's time. She'd come back for a week, but she was ending up spending most of it with me. There had to be other people that wanted to see her besides me. And Maria was one of them.

Ann had babysat both Matt and Maria. In fact, she'd told me that she practically raised them. Karen, their mother, was a workaholic who ran a local clothing store. Their Father, Henry, was a county surveyor who worked very long days. During the summer and after school, Ann would head over to their house and become 'Mom'. So it was only natural that Maria would want to spend more time with her.

I spent the next few innings listening to them talk and laugh. I think it was good for Ann to see Maria, now a high school senior, as more of a grown up. I could feel the pride she had in how both Maria and Matt had turned out. She certainly played an important hand in their upbringing, and that wasn't lost on either of her 'kids'.

Going into the last inning, we had the game in hand. I was walking over to get my bat, when Ann stopped me.

"The left fielder has been playing toward center the last two times you've come up because you keep hitting to right."

"Okay, I'll hit this one down that line," I said confidently.

Ann smiled and said, "Don't run too fast. You only need a double for the cycle."

I walked to the plate with a grin on my face. Most girls I'd ever been with wouldn't have known I had three hits, never mind that the only kind I didn't have yet was a double. Hitting a single, double, triple and homer in the same game is not something I could remember doing. To do it against Matt would be cool. 

I went to the plate hoping that Matt would throw me a pitch I could pull. Sure enough, the left fielder was shading me towards center again. Knowing I'd taken him towards right all the other times, Matt tried something different, and I got that inside pitch on the second one I saw. I wasn't trying to kill it, more intent on placing it where I wanted it. I hooked the ball slightly, and it fell short and right of the left fielder, who did a great job of getting to the ball and getting it back into the infield.

I was able to coast into second with a double, and I didn't have to fake it by pulling up when I could have gone to third if I'd had hit it really hard down the line. It was a legitimate cycle, and Ann was yelling and screaming. As I looked back into the dugout, I could see her showing Maria the scorebook, explaining the rarity of what I'd just done. Well, it's probably not all that rare in softball, but I still thought it was pretty cool.

We closed out the game, winning 19-7, and I proceeded to use the recommended daily dosage of sarcasm and good-natured ribbing that are required when one friend beats another in a sporting event. Matt took it well and gave some back, which is also required. 

He got me good when he said, "I just wanted you to look good in front of your girlfriend."

I had no rebuttal, and I didn't feel the need to. It seemed I was getting the 'girlfriend' comment from all angles. The more I heard it, the more I liked it, and the more I liked it, the more I became comfortable with it. Even just for the week, the thought of having Ann as mine, and that I belonged to her seemed right, and it made me feel ecstatic inside. Any other time, if Matt had kidded me about a girl I had dated, I would have had some snappy comeback. The fact that I didn't say anything, replying only with a smile, caught Matt off guard. He was expecting a witty exchange. Instead, I reached over and took Ann's hand in mine.

Ann stopped talking to Maria for a second to look at her hand, then at me, and then at Matt. She offered him the same smile I was wearing, and she turned to resume her conversation. That little gesture spoke volumes to Matt, and it made my heart start pounding. Just holding Ann's hand there, in public, gave me a sense of belonging that I'd missed for years. I actually felt loved...or at least very, very liked.

~*~*~*~*~*~

I was getting hungry, having put off dinner in order to play. I tugged at Ann's hand and she turned to me.

"Are you ready to get something to eat?" I asked.

"Sure. Let me just say goodbye."

Ann treated every encounter like it was the last time she'd see whomever she was talking to. Part of that was just her nature. But part of it was that she was spending so much time with me that she didn't know if she'd see people again before she left to go home. Matt and Maria were no exception, and they each got big hugs. Maria cried a little, which I expected. Matt was stoic and jovial, which was his natural response.

Ann and I walked up to the car, hand in hand. I put my stuff in the back, and pulled out the sports bag. 

"What's that?" Ann asked.

"Cloths. I brought a couple of outfits with me."

"Are we going away. I only have what I'm wearing."

"Which isn't much," I said leering at her.

"You liked that, didn't you? God, I felt so naughty flashing you!"

"I did...and you are naughty, which I also like." 

"So, why all the cloths?"

"I didn't know where we were going, or what you were going to wear tonight, so I wanted to be able to change on the fly without going home."

We drove a short distance to the colleges' athletic facility. It was usually open, even in the summer. I took the bag and told Ann I'd be back in a couple of minutes. I walked back to the car wearing a long sleeved silk burgundy dress shirt, a pair of stylish black pants made of a very thin fabric, and some hip black shoes. 

I didn't dress up often, but I could if I wanted to. I was a little nervous because Ann was into fashion, considering it was her job. I wanted to make an impression, and hoped I complimented what she was wearing, to some extent. I did make an instinctive decision and went without the boxers. I figured if she was willing to go without like she was, why shouldn't I? 

I worried that was a mistake as I walked toward the door of the building. My cock was already at a state of alert, and with it free to sway in the pants it rubbed against the material. It was getting big as I made my way down the sidewalk to the car. 

Ann actually got out of the car to greet me. She was back in her sexy shoes, and she strutted over and gave me a hug, followed by a very sensuous kiss. That made my cock throb, which pulsed against her abdomen. She moaned into my mouth, as we tasted each other. As much as I wanted to stay right there and kiss her forever, I had other plans.

Driving away, I headed north. 

"Where are we going?"

"A hotel," I said with a grin.

~*~*~*~*~*~

After announcing that our next destination was a hotel, Ann got a surprised look on her face. I could tell she was apprehensive, but I didn't offer an out. We drove in silence for the longest time as I headed to a town that was a bigger in the next county. I didn't want to go to Fort Wayne, as that would take too long. Besides, I had a destination in mind.

I could feel Ann moving in her seat as the car hummed along the highway. She was nervous, visibly nervous. Yet she wasn't saying anything. She seemed to be talking to herself, trying to get herself motivated. I wondered then if we were going too fast. I was going to say something about her not communicating, and our need to be honest with each other, like she had with me. But I wasn't being totally truthful myself. Just by saying we were going to a hotel led her to the natural conclusion that we were off to fuck each other. And actually, that was what I wanted her to think.

We pulled into the parking lot of a very nice Holiday Inn. I opened her door, and she gave me a reluctant smile, but she got out. I was reading her body language as we walked into the lobby. She wasn't unwilling. But I could tell this wasn't what she pictured for our first time together. Me either actually, although I had no idea what I did picture. I only knew that taking her to a hotel to have sex made what we had been sharing seem tawdry and cheap. 

As we strode through the lobby, Ann was moving toward the check in desk. I pulled her with me by her hand, heading a different direction.

"Where are you going, Neil? I thought..."

I just smiled and led her away down a hallway to the left. We entered a dimly lit, elegant restaurant, complete with a pianist serenading the diners to soft arrangements of tasteful music. We were seated in a dark corner in a small booth. As we sat down, Ann had a look of confusion on her face. I reached out my hands and she placed hers in mine. Holding them tightly, I offered just a hint of a smile.

"I thought we were going up to a room," Ann said, finally coming to grips with the turmoil churning inside her so she could talk.

"This is one of the nicer restaurants that's close to home. Fort Wayne seemed a bit too far to go tonight."

"I...I thought...you said we were going to a hotel."

"We are at a hotel, Ann. When I saw how you were dressed tonight, I tried to think of the best place that I could take you where you'd deserve to go looking like you do. And this is the first place that came to mind. Somehow, McDonald's didn't seem to fit."

The waitress came over to the table, and we made her wait so we could order. I was famished, and I was sure Ann was too. Once she left, she picked up our conversation at exactly where we left off.

Ann smiled and said, "I just figured since you said a hotel, that you wanted to..."

"If you'd like me to get a room, Ann, I'm not going to argue. I want to be with you. God, you're amazing. But I have to be honest with you. As much as I want to, this isn't really where I'd want to. I mean, I have no better place in mind, but the fact is, bringing a woman to a hotel just to have sex with her is not who I am. It's something that was done TO me, and even though this is entirely different, I'd feel that way. I don't ever want to feel that way with you, Ann. You're too important to me to cheapen what we've shared together."




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 11



Ann had a little tear in her eye, and I reached over and took it on my fingertip, and brought it to my mouth.

"Are you okay, baby?"

"I just can't believe you, Neil. I'm dressed like this, and I'm teasing you all during the game, and we've been going back and forth for days talking like we've been talking, and doing all kinds of crazy things! And then you bring me here to a place where I think you'd want to...and...and you don't want to, because it's not the way you want to."

I wasn't sure if Ann was upset or not. It was one of those situations where she could either be crying because she was upset, or because she was happy. I wasn't going to assume one way or the other, so I walked the fence in between until it became a little clearer to me which side I needed to jump to. I repeated my question, in hopes of getting an answer.

"Ann, are you okay?"

"Oh, yes Neil. Yes. I've never been better, or more relieved."

"Why are you relieved?"

"Because I thought we were going to a room. You didn't tell me you were bringing me to a hotel to eat."

"You didn't ask."

"True, but you weren't exactly forthcoming with a full disclosure of why we were coming here."

"Sure I did. I asked you at the field if you were ready to eat, and you said yes. Then you asked where we were going, and I said here. You didn't ask any more questions."

Ann slapped my arm playfully and said, "You have a lot of nerve doing that to me. I was all upset for nothing."

"I wouldn't say that. I found out just how little you want to fuck me."

Ann hit me again and said, "Why would you say something like that?"

"Well, for one, you keep hitting me. But I also saw you stewing in the seat on the way here. It was like you were trying to talk yourself into something, but it was way obvious you were upset about it."

"Neil, I just didn't want to make love to you here. I can't explain it, but I kind of felt...well, like you said, cheap. I mean, I've been so turned on the last couple of days. I feel alive when I'm with you. But I'm not a whore. And that's what I felt like when you said we were going to a hotel. I can be slutty...I think you've figured that out. But I can't do whore."

"I don't even think of you as a slut, Ann. My ex was a slut. She will literally sleep with any guy that has a dick. I know you're nothing like her. And a whore is someone who looks to gain something from sex; either money, or power or a leg up somehow. That's not your style either. I don't know if there's a word for you."

Ann was suddenly intrigued, sitting up higher and leaning over the table. My eyes were drawn to her chest again, staring at the view of her cleavage she was offering me. 

"If there's no word for me, who do you think I am?"

"Well, you strike me as woman that loves sex, and knows what she wants out of it. I already know from your obsession to try and be even when it comes to orgasms that you're not selfish, but you don't want to be with someone who you believe to be selfish either. I would also categorize you as...cautiously adventurous sexually."

"What does that mean?" Ann asked, wrinkling her cute little nose at me.

"To me, it means that you like taking some risks when it comes to sex, but the timing and the situation have to be right. You're not going to do anything so risky that it would hurt you or your partner, but you want to take chances. It makes you hot just thinking about it."

Ann cradled her face in her hands and stared at me dreamily. "God, you're good. Anything else?"

"Truthfully?"

"Of course, fire away. You're on a roll."

"Okay. I think you're tired of the game. And California guys don't fit the bill anymore. You're tired of guys that don't get women and who they are, they only get laid. And you have no interest in being somebody's best lay anymore. There was a time when you might have gotten off on that, but you've outgrown it. You just don't know what to do about it."

Ann sat back, astonished. The look of surprise on her face was one of beauty. If I wasn't exactly right, I'd hit pretty close to the mark.

"Well fuck me," she said softly, almost to herself.

"Maybe, but not here. And not tonight."

That last little bit surprised Ann, and she said, "Why not tonight?"

Just at that moment, our food showed up. Ann's answer was put on hold, and she had to wait patiently until our waitress did her job. Once she had left, I started to take a bite, but Ann tried to stop me.

"Why not tonight, Neil?"

"Because I don't want to be rushed. If we're going to go to that next step, then I want it to be right. And I have plans already."

"Plans? What kind of plans?"

"Why don't we eat? We need to be done by 9:00, okay?"

It was about 8:30, and Ann was beside herself. She was moving up and down on her seat, and I knew it was her way of saying she was horny beyond the point of no return. I finally had to calm her down so we could enjoy our meal.

"Ann?"

"Yes," she said, looking up from her plate as she played with her food. 

"I only said I wasn't going to fuck you tonight. I never said I wasn't going to make you cum. But we're not going to have time for THAT if you don't eat."

Ann smiled and started eating. There wasn't much talking the rest of our dinner. When I finished, Ann was still midway through her meal. I just sat and watched her. She didn't seem self conscious about it, which some women get. It wasn't like she needed to worry about her weight. She was ultra thin as it was. And I also wasn't worried about any eating disorder, since I'd been down that path. Ann had made it clear what she thought about my ex and what she'd put me through, including dealing with bulimia. 

As Ann finished her meal, the waitress came back to do the usual follow up, starting with the offering of the desert menu.

"No thank you," Ann said as she dabbed her mouth with the cloth napkin.

"None for me thanks. I'll be having her," I said, nodding towards Ann.

"Okay...I'll bring your check in a moment," the waitress said, and as she walked away, she glanced back; my reply finally registering.

Ann giggled, trying to keep her voice down. "You are so bad, sometimes!"

"You love me and you know it," I said, trying to be cocky.

Ann blushed just a little when I said that, and I got a chill up my spine.

The waitress brought back the bill, and once we'd settled it, I stood up and asked for Ann's hand. Helping her up, I kissed the back of it. We walked out of the restaurant a little after 9, and walked back through the lobby. Ann thought we were heading to the front door, but instead, we went to the elevators. I hit the button, and we walked inside.

"What are you up to now?" she asked.

~*~*~*~*~*~

The hotel was a little unusual, in that it built into a little hill. The entrance to the hotel faced the street to the south. If you drove up the hill to the right, and went around the building, there was another entrance to the east of the building. It was the second floor, but it was at ground level because of the terrain. That entrance was to the nightclub that was part of the hotel. 

Stepping off the elevators, to the left, there were all the amenities the hotel had. There was a reading lounge, the huge pool, the spa and sauna with a hot tub, the workout room, and a couple of locker rooms for guests to use. But to the right was what would be the hotel entrance to the nightclub.

As we got off the elevator, Ann looked at me and said, "I give up. What are we doing here?"

I led her to the right, to the solid door that had a sign that read 'Starlight'.

"What's 'Starlight'," Ann asked as I reached for the door. Opening it, she was hit with a sound wave of the live band playing.

"It's a nightclub babe. Would you like to dance?"

Ann lit up, and leaned up to kiss me on the cheek. "You're the best boyfriend ever!"

The place was darker than usual, when they just had a DJ. They did it so the spotlights could shine on the band that was playing. The place was already packed for a Wednesday night. I had told Ann we needed to get there by nine because they usually stopped playing at midnight during the week. On the weekends, the place stayed open until 3 in the morning.

I asked Ann if she wanted to get something to drink, but she pulled me straight to the dance floor. Because it was dark and the floor was crowded, she didn't have a lot of worries about her dress being so short and her lack of underwear. In fact, I think that was making her hotter by the second. 

We danced for a half-hour straight until the band said they were taking an intermission break. We hurried off the floor and found a stand up table in the very back corner of the room, against the tinted windows. I caught the attention of a cute little barmaid, and minutes later Ann and I were downing a couple of long-necked beers. 

We drank and talked, and I could tell the exertion she'd just gone through had made Ann really horny. We got another round, and just started to drink it when the band started up again. A lot of the crowd returned to the floor, but Ann and I hung back to finish our beer.

Ann had turned her back to me to watch the band. I backed up to the window and leaned against it. As the band played, she was moving to the music, and eventually she backed up so that her body was against mine. She started grinding against me, moving her wonderfully tight ass against my crotch. Naturally, my cock started to grow inside my pants, and she could feel it. I had to move her off of me for a second to let my hardon rise and adjust. 

Now sticking straight up instead of running down my pant leg, my shaft fit perfectly in the crack of Ann's ass. She started moving up and down in time with the music, while continuing to move side to side. She was giving me a lap dance while standing up. I reached around and grabbed her waist, pulling her tighter against me. I ran my hand up; cupping her left breast as I slowly humped my hips.

I ran my thumb over the fabric of her dress, rubbing Ann's nipple. I felt it grow, and I moved my index finger, pinching that perfect nub. I could hear Ann let out a groan over the music. She turned her head to look at me as I moved my hand back to her waist. She smiled, letting me know the risk we were taking at that moment was something she approved of.

I moved to my right, pulling Ann with me into the corner, behind the table, which came up just below Ann's tits. I put her up against it, and moved up against her. She resumed her gyrations, keeping me rock hard. I let her grind against me for a while, as she swigged her beer. I took another sip of mine, and put it on the table. We were as secluded as you could get for being in a crowded bar. Ann was still facing the band, but behind the tall table, she could only be seen from the chest up by anyone else in the room. 

Moving my hands to Ann's hips, I thrust forward; making Ann put her beer down beside mine. She grabbed the table as I moved my hands lower, and fondled her sweet bare ass under her skirt. I lifted the hem with one hand and ran my fingers of the other through her crack. Next, I cupped both her ass cheeks, squeezing them; spreading her cheeks apart. I felt her tremble a little, but she wasn't stopping me. Instead, she spread her legs a little wider.

Taking Ann's cue, I took my right hand and slipped a finger into her very wet snatch. I felt her shudder again, and that increased when I used a second finger. I started finger fucking Ann to the beat of the music, and she moved her hips up and down over my hand to jam them deeper. The circumstances and the surroundings were getting to her. When I added a third finger, she moaned out loud and started really humping my hand.

Ann was very close to cumming. I reached around with my left hand and lifted the front of her dress, inching my hand through what felt like a thin strip of pubic hair, using it to guide me down to her protruding clit. Finding it, I started rubbing it furiously. Ann grabbed the table tighter with both hands, holding on for dear life. 

She came, releasing her sweet fluid all over my hand. I could feel it run over my wrist and move around to the back of my hand. I was sure she was dripping onto the floor, and I was thankful we were standing on dark carpet. Otherwise, we would have had to clean up the floor. Ann was doing everything she could not to scream out loud. I stopped fingering her, letting my hand stay buried inside her twat. I could feel her flexing her vaginal walls, gripping at the fingers that provided her so much pleasure. I moved my hand away from her clit and then slowly removed my fingers from her pussy.

Bringing them to my mouth, I got a big taste of her sweet juice, licking them clean. Ann's pussy tasted amazing. It was sweet, almost tasting like citrus. I couldn't get enough, to the point that I actually dipped my fingers into her pussy once more to get another taste. That caught Ann off guard, and she squealed, and as I tasted her a second time, she turned around. 

"God, Neil, I need to dance, NOW!"

I finished my beer in one quick gulp, and Ann chose to do the same. We hit the dance floor as the band was playing the first of a couple faster songs in a row. The floor was a little less crowded at the time, and that gave us a little more room. That only made Ann bolder. I could see a trail flowing down the inside of her thighs, glistening whenever the light was just right. 

I loved watching the way Ann's body moved to the music. It was fluid and sensual, like she was dancing just for me in an empty room. She began giving me glimpses of her ass and pussy when she felt the urge. They were quick flashes, and I know I was the only one that saw her do it. The way she was dancing cloaked what she was doing to everyone around us. She made it look so natural, like it was just a part of her dancing. I knew it wasn't because she didn't do it the first time we were on the floor.  

The band finally played a couple of slow songs in a row, and we got to hold each other as we swayed to the music. Actually we groped each other like we were at the prom. And that thought hit me hard. 

This was our prom! Neither of us had gone to our own when we were seniors. Ann, because her parents were strict and didn't let her do much; me, because I hadn't been in town that long, and it seemed like every girl in school already had a boyfriend. It was a tough time, for both of us. I couldn't help but play the 'what if' game, even though I knew it wouldn't have worked then. Yet there I was, ten years later. Because of our reunion, Ann was back in town, and we were together. This was our prom! The one we were robbed of in our youth.

Ann was putty in my arms. Her head was on my shoulder, and I could feel her chest rise and fall as she breathed. I had my hand on the bare skin of her upper back, and another on her ass, pulling her to me. My cock was rock hard, but I wasn't even thinking of getting off. I was thinking how it might have made Ann feel; to know the effect she had on me. 

Once again I was amazed when Ann seemed to sense what I was thinking. It had happened too often for me to think it was a coincidence. We were that in tune with each other. I could feel her right hand snake between our bodies, and she deftly reached my crotch and found my zipper. She lowered it, and wormed her fingers between the folds of my fly.

"I need to feel it, baby. That's all. I just need to have it in my hand here in the club, like you did me a little bit ago."

I didn't argue, trusting that Ann wouldn't do anything so indiscrete that we would get noticed. Her fingers wrapped around my shaft and just squeezed it. She would grip it tight, and then loosen her hand, doing that over and over. It was driving me wild to be dancing with dozens of other couples around us while she fondled me. I moved the hand off her back to her shoulder, and then I moved it to her chest, easing it under the fabric of her dress to caress her breast. 

It was prom night, and I was getting to first base on the dance floor, and knowing my date wanted to go farther. Her massaging my penis certainly helped propel that image into my brain. As the song ended, I felt Ann remove her hand and pulled up my zipper. It was almost eleven, and Ann pulled back from me, not caring that anyone might see me still playing with her tit with my hand in her dress.

"Let's go Neil. I want to be alone with you."

We walked out of the club to the elevator. Taking it down to the first floor, Ann held onto my arm tight, leaning into my shoulder to rest her head. When we walked out into the lobby, I half expected Ann to change her mind and ask for a room, but that would have changed the mood. I was glad she didn't. My mind didn't change. It would have felt staged, and I wanted the dinner and dancing to stand on their own.

Opening the door for Ann, she turned and sat down. I waited for her to turn her body and tuck her legs inside so I could close the door. Instead, she looked up at me and smiled. I watched as she leisurely moved her feet apart, spreading her feet wider on the pavement until they were as far as she could get them. She leaned back, placing her right hand on the seat behind her to steady herself. Her left hand pulled back the front of her dress.

I could only smile as Ann gave me an up close look at her heavenly slit for the first time. It was a perfect pussy. Her lips were full and parted, and looked like flower petals. Her clit was erect and peeking out from its hood, wanting to be noticed. It practically begged to be sucked on. Ann spread her lips farther for me, showing the pink sanctuary between her legs. Her pussy sparkled as her secretions reflected the lights in the parking lot. 

"Look what you do to me, Neil. God you make me so wet!"

"I'm a little damp myself, baby."

Ann closed her legs, and turned her torso to get in the car. I reluctantly closed her door and walked to my side to get in. I sat down and turned to put on my seatbelt. 

"I hope you don't mind if I don't put mine on right now, baby," Ann said sexily. I turned to look at her, and she had leaned her seat back into a reclining position, and had moved the straps of her dress off her shoulders. 

I watched again as seductively lowered the front of her dress, showing me her perfect breasts for the first time, just like she shown me her pussy moments before. My eyes lit up, and Ann smiled, but still played the doubting game.

"They're not much. Not like some of the girls I know you've been with."

"You're right. They're better. They're perfect!"

"They're too small. I could never fuck that monster of yours with my tits." 

"Don't talk like that, baby. Sure you could. It's not about how big they are to me. The fact that you'd want to even try to do that gets me excited. And I love them, because they're yours. I'd never let you change them...ever. God, they are perfect. I could put a hanger on those nipples!"

"Yeah, I have to wear a bra most of the time because they're always sticking out. I don't want people to think I'm turned on all the time." 

"You ARE turned on all the time," I said as I laughed at her.

Ann smiled and said, "Not ALL the time. But I am this week, ever since I saw you at Matt's!" 

I started up the car, and pulled out of the parking lot. I wasn't sure where I was going, but I wanted more privacy than where we were. The only thing I was sure of was that I wanted to taste Ann. I could smell the sweet citrus scent of her pussy as she freshened the interior of my car. I found myself inhaling more often, trying to draw the aroma deep into my nostrils. I felt like a junkie, snorting the air to try and increase my high.

On the way back to town I thought of Jerry, a friend of mine that lived on a farm. To the south of the house were the hundreds of acres of prime farmland. Just to the north of the house, they had about twenty acres of land that they'd left untouched. It was heavily wooded, with a nice road that would take you to the center of the woods, near a huge pond. They used that land to hunt and fish on. I'd been out there a bunch of times, and Jerry had always said I could go out there whenever I wanted. I decided to take that more literally than he probably intended, but I knew we'd be okay.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 12



I don't remember how long I stood on Ann's porch. I don't even remember going home. It was like I was transported from Ann's house directly to my bed. I know that wasn't the case, since I didn't own a transporter. And if I did, I would have transported myself into Ann's bed...not mine.

What I did remember was that I loathed my alarm clock. Morning came at me with a vengeance. The sun hit my room like a cop's flashlight in the window of a car parked on lover's lane. I woke up startled, dazed, and more than a little confused. I looked around my room, wondering how I got there. I still had my pants on. I'd never been more disoriented waking up, and I'd only had two beers. 

I didn't hit the snooze button, knowing I'd never wake up if I did. The shower was a paradox. Standing under the hot spray so early in the morning, I felt dead to the world, but it was that very thing that was bringing life to my body. I hated it, and loved it at the same time. 

By the time I was toweling off, I felt better. I wasn't exactly rested, but I was at least upright. I stumbled out of the bathroom, back into my room to get dressed. After cleaning up my room, I headed down the hall, and could already smell the lifeblood that I longed for, brewing in the kitchen. God bless my Mom for being the morning person I wasn't.

It was the first time I'd really sat down and talked to her since I'd gotten home from my weekend in Michigan. I'd been so nervous to have her ask questions about that trip, fearing I'd say something that would only lead to more direct questions. But that trip was a distant memory for both of us. Mom was a 'in the now' person, usually only concerned with what was going on at the moment. And my quick breakfast was no different.

"You've really been staying out late, Neil. Are you sure you're getting enough sleep?" she said in a motherly tone.

"Probably not. But you're coffee makes up for that. Thanks for making it," I said as I took another sip.

"It won't make up for it that long."

"I know. I just have to get though Saturday. Then I'll probably be sleeping a lot again because I'll be depressed."

"Neil, don't talk like that!"

"I'm kidding, Mom. I just meant that Ann will be going home Sunday morning. I'm not looking forward to that. But it is what it is, and I'm going to enjoy every moment I can with her. So, if that means a few more late nights, I can deal with that."

"Well, it's too bad she doesn't live closer. Where did you go last night?"

"I took her to dinner at the Holiday Inn. And then we went dancing at the Starlight. They had a live band that was pretty good."

"On a Wednesday? I thought they only did that on the weekends."

"How would you know that?"

"Your Dad and I have been several times. Why?"

I shook my head and said, "I learn more about you two every day. Sometimes more than I want to know."

Mom laughed and said, "I'm sure that's true. We'll just stop with the dancing. I won't tell you what else we did."

"Ewww!" 

"Hey, we're adults. And it's not our fault it's attached to a hotel. When you get to our age and the mood strikes, you have to take advantage of it."

"Fine...can we change the subject now!" I said, but I couldn't get the image out of my head. Not that I was upset. The fact that my parents were still very sexually active gave me hope for my future.

"Okay, did you talk to Ann about coming over on Friday?"

"Yeah. She said she'd love to come. The only stipulation is that I have to do the same for her."

"What's that mean?"

"It means I won't be home for dinner again. I'm having dinner at her parents' house tonight. She said dinner is at six, and she'd like me to come over to visit at five."

"Wow. Meeting her parents. That's a big step."

"Stop it, Mom. California; big plane; has a job; has a life away from this little town."

"So, are you thinking of moving to California?" 

"WHAT! No...I can barely afford living here; I'm still living with you, remember. Stop talking crazy. And don't go being all 'matchmaker' when I bring her here. I don't need that, and neither does Ann." 

"I'll behave. We just want to meet her, Neil. Like your Dad said, you've been yourself again this week. And we'd like to be a part of the good times too." 

That statement really hit home. My Mom was right, and that hurt. They'd had a front row seat for the train wreck that was the end of my marriage, unable to stop it, or to look away. They'd sat ringside through the divorce, reluctant witnesses as the dirty laundry was hurled back and forth. They'd had to endure endless months of a mental bedside vigil as they worried and prayed about my well being as I slept away my life in depression; hence my Mom's negative reaction to my even joking about the subject. 

~*~*~*~*~*~

They had been the casualties of the marital war I'd waged with my ex. They were part of the innocent civilians hit by the shrapnel from the verbal mortars that were fired, without concern for the welfare of the loved ones standing nearby the intended targets on either side of the front lines. And in some cases, they were even wounded by friendly fire, as I'd launched a verbal assault from close range, only to find my weapon had used the wrong coordinates. 

My parents never picked up a weapon to join me in that unwanted war, much to their credit. But they did arm themselves with shields, willing to defend the honor of the family name and their wounded son, to the death if need be. In a town where the only blood relatives I had lived in the fortress I suddenly called home, and where those of the enemy seemed to be on every street corner, we were outnumbered. Yet that didn't weaken my parents resolve, or dissuade their efforts to defend me.

In a small town devoid of entertainment, rumors are sacrosanct. They race uncontrolled like a wildfire through a brittle, parched forest. The truth, on the other hand, is like a glacier creeping slowly through the valley. Sometimes the two never meet, and all that's left is the torched, barren landscape where life once was. But sometimes, all it takes is enough determination to fight the fire of lies, holding them off until the sweet rain of truth and justice comes to douse them. And that's what my parents did, day after day, until a change in the weather turned the fortunes of war. 

An unlikely alley joined my private war, coming from a different flank, armed with an arsenal of truths that my ex didn't expect. She knew the armory existed, because she was the one that filled it. 

My fellow soldier turned out to be the first husband of my ex. The rumors reached him even though he was a truck driver, and was often out of town. He had remained silent about what happened between him and, well, our ex. He didn't want to admit she'd cheated on him. So he didn't offer a reason, choosing to let the marriage die quickly. 

When he heard what had happened to me, and the rumors that had poisoned the air, he approached my Dad one morning at the local coffee shop. It was a meeting of strange bedfellows, so to speak. But he had just as much family in town as my ex, and the axiom of fighting fire with fire became his battle cry for the both of us. 

It wasn't long after that that the tide shifted. The truth about her first marriage finally coming to light from a reliable source that was angered at the way she had callously treated two of us. Suddenly, the truth of what happened in my marriage took hold in the public eye. I was no longer viewed as the bad guy...my ex was. 

After that the war was over, so to speak; only the aftermath was left to deal with. The clean up was the easy part. It was the psychological trauma that was difficult. And my parents had to deal with that, way too up close and personal, behind the walls of the fortress. I would put on a happy face when in public, and try not to show the scars of the wounds. It was when I was home, alone with just the two of them, that the wear and stress showed, and the depression set in.

One of the biggest hurdles had been the fact that I wasn't raised that way. Divorce was not an option, in my view. That's why I had forgiven the first affair. I had this vision of my parents, weathering storms in their marriage, yet always coming through the other side. That's how it was supposed to be. I started the healing process when my Dad told me that marriage wasn't the problem; it was whom I was married to.

So, after months, if not longer, of seeing their son languish in despair, I had finally come out the other side. I had weathered that storm, and I was happy again. Yet, Mom was right. I hadn't shared any of that happiness with them. Not directly, anyway. I hadn't been around. I was too busy having fun. Her simple request to have me bring Ann was for her and Dad to heal.

~*~*~*~*~*~

I'm sure Mom and Dad had talked to the friends that were coming to town, telling them all that I'd been through. It was unrealistic to expect that my parents didn't look to their own support group while being mine. Bringing Ann would be like a victory party. My parents got their son back, home from the war and ready to resume with his life. 

"You're right Mom. You should be a part of the good times. Just don't go nuts on us, okay."

"Alright. You can go get her right after you get done playing golf. Just let her know we'll be eating shortly after, but it might be a little later than she's used to."

"We ate after eight last night, Mom. She'll be fine, but I'll let her know. But just so you know, I'm going to ask her out on a date on Saturday. So I may not be around then either."

"What was last night?"

"It was our prom," I said as I walked out of the door.

~*~*~*~*~*~

The early morning at work went fast. I spent the majority of it on the production floor, since I'd been off it most of the previous day. Things were going really well, and we were ahead of schedule on every piece of equipment. 

When break time came at 8:30, it was a pleasant surprise. All the machines in my department shut down, and I went to the lunchroom to grab a little snack. But someone had forgotten about the gossip machine, and it was still running. And all the rumors were about the sudden transformation of Nancy. I heard all kinds of wild stories; but the only ones that interested me were about what she was wearing. 

I got back to my office a little later, and was looking around for a prop to use to go up front and check Nancy out. I needed some excuse, and I was digging through my desk in hopes of finding some task I had put off to avoid making that long walk. As I was sifting through a pile of purposefully procrastinated papers, there was a knock at my office door.

"Good morning, Neil. May I come in?"

Nancy stood in the doorway, leaning up against the door jam with her arm above her head, and her legs crossed. She had never looked sexier in her life.

"Of course Nancy," I said, unable to take my eyes off of her. 

She was wearing a red top that appeared to be more of a camisole. It was satin, with two thin shoulder straps, and it scooped low in front to show a huge valley of cleavage. The fact that she wasn't wearing a bra only made me drool more. Nancy also had on the shortest skirt I had ever seen her wear. It was red leather, and it came up to mid thigh, showing the bottoms of her stockings and the garter straps that held them in place. And the stockings were black fishnet, complete with 5-inch shiny black pumps. 

Nancy's flaming red hair had been curled slightly, giving it a springy bounce as she walked to the chair in front of my desk. Her makeup was not slutty, but it was certainly heavier than she usually wore, including bright red lipstick.

"May I sit down. I'm still getting used to walking in heels this high. I'm surprised my nose isn't bleeding."

Nancy didn't wait for an answer. She sat down, and put one of her feet up on my desk with her knee bent to the side. She smiled as she twirled her hair, flashing her bare pink pussy at me.

"I just came back to thank you again for yesterday, Neil. I think you've really opened my eyes again about who really I am."

"My eyes? I'm guessing everyone's eyes are wide open. God, Nancy, you look...fucking hot!"

Nancy ran her other hand up her thigh, all the way under her short skirt, and she started fingering herself in front of me.

"Thanks. And I really owe it all to you. What you...what we did yesterday; I still can't believe it. As you can see, I had to go shopping after work yesterday. I didn't have skirts short enough. Do you like this one?"

I smiled, and nodded slowly, my eyes honed in on Nancy's fingers playing with her clit.

"Do you think its short enough? I was worried that not enough of my garters would show."

"It's perfect Nancy. You're perfect. Where does the line start?"

"Line? What line?"

"You know; the line of guys that are waiting to ask you out. How long is it?"

"I don't know about asking me out, but I've been hit on quite a bit this morning. So if there's a line, it's to fuck me, not to date me."

"Does that bother you?"

"Not at all. Like I said, I'm a bit of a slut. I guess I just bought into my age, and thought I should act it. The fact that a young stud like you saw what was still inside of me, and wanted to be with me; I feel free to be me again!"

"Nancy, all I did was point out the obvious. You were the one who came back here, remember?"

"Yes, but that didn't mean I was looking to get laid...well, licked. I just wanted to know what was going on between you and Ann."

"Why?"

"Because, she sounded so horny, and I wanted to find out what was making her that way. And you seemed to be the logical person to ask at the time."

"So, you have no regrets about yesterday?"

"Fuck no," Nancy said, standing up.

"Good. Look, I don't know where things stand between us, but I want you to know that I really enjoyed it."

"I know where they're going. You owe me a fuck. The fuck we would have shared if Ann wouldn't have stopped us. After that, who knows? You've got me feeling younger again...but I am still 42. And you've got a life to figure out. I'm just glad you stopped along the way to help me with mine."

I went to hug Nancy, but she stuck her fingers in my mouth, letting me taste her pussy again. 

"This is the benefits of an office slut that doesn't wear panties anymore. You proved they just get in the way."

Nancy pulled away and walked to the door. Turning, she gave me a wicked smile over her shoulder and said, "Have a great day, Neil. I'll be seeing you around."

Nancy gave a little wave, and I watched her walk back up to the plant. Her transformation was amazing. Every head turned as she walked past, and even from behind I could tell she was beaming, enjoying the newfound attention. I only wondered if this was a temporary thing, or if this was the new Nancy I'd see from now on. One thing was clear; she expected me to fuck her, at least once. I wasn't going to argue. But seeing her only reminded me of Ann, and how much I wanted to be with her instead. Any more dalliances with Nancy would have to wait until Ann went home.

~*~*~*~*~*~

My productive morning now awash in the memory of Nancy frigging herself at my desk, I found it difficult to concentrate. Nancy brought thoughts of Ann, and I slipped into a daydream of our night together. I was still working; or put more accurately, I was working at working. I was mentally drifting in and out with the tide of my imagination.

Whenever I was deep into my work, in the zone if you will, and the phone would ring, I viewed it as a distraction; a pesky annoyance that kept me from totally focusing on my chosen task. When the phone roused me as I was wafting my way through mid-morning, I saw it as a rescue line thrown into the water. I couldn't grab it quickly enough.

"Good morning, Neil Thomas."

"Good morning, baby. How's my boyfriend today?"

"Hey Ann! I'm great, now that I hear your voice."

"Aw, you miss me? We haven't been apart that long."

"I know. It was just really hard to leave you at the door last night."

"It was hard...you mean your cock?"

I let out a little laugh and said, "Yeah, that too."

"Did you go home and jerk off thinking about me?" Ann said, trying to get another rise out of me.

"No. I'm saving it all for you, baby."

"I hope we get a chance. I don't know how tonight is going to go."

"Don't worry about it. As long as I'm with you, that's good enough for me. I love being with you."

"In that case, where do you want to go for lunch?"

"Where do you want to go?"

"Can we meet at The Mug. I've got my Mom's car again today."

"Sure. Order me something and I'll meet you there a little after 11:00."

"Okay, baby. I'll meet you there."

I only had a little over an hour, and my renewed spirit had me back on track. Another tour of the floor, followed by a few quick calls to some customers, and it was time to head out. 

The Mug was a little hole in the wall bar near Main Street, and it had great food. I didn't go there often, but Ann was trying to hit all the old haunts she liked while she was home, and wherever she was, was where I wanted to be.

I got there within five minutes, and Ann was already sitting at a corner table with a beer and a couple of hot roast beef sandwiches, smothered in brown gravy; a house specialty. Ann was sitting there in a white T-shirt and a pair of tight jeans. The fact that she was in heels betrayed her 'down home' look. She was always going to have some California flare that people in that town would never consider.

Sitting down across from Ann, I held out my hand. Taking it, I kissed the back.

"Good Morning, Ann."

"Hello, stud! You look pretty good, considering you didn't get any sleep."

"How would you know that?"

"An educated guess. I had trouble, but I got to sleep in, and I came a couple of times last night. You haven't cum since...yesterday with Nancy. So, I can only imagine how hard you were when you went to bed."

"I really don't know. I don't even remember how I got home. I just remember waking up, tired. I'm sure I was hard...I think I've been hard since I saw you at Matt's Monday night."

"Are you sure that's not from Nancy? I hear she's made quite an impression at your plant today."

"Wow...what are you doing, following me?"

"No. I talked to Nancy for quite a while before she put me through to your phone. She told me about her little visit. Tell me Neil, are you going to fuck her when I'm gone? She really seems to want you."

"I have no idea, Ann. It's really hard for me to think about Nancy when all I really want to do is think about you. Right now, you're who I want."

Ann smiled and said, "I was hoping you'd say that!"

"Why?"

Ann didn't say anything at first. She took a big bite of her sandwich, and after she'd swallowed she said, "Because, you're my boyfriend. Remember?"

For some reason, I didn't think that was what Ann was really thinking. The bite she ate was a stall, giving her time to think. I got the impression that her question was some kind of a test. Apparently, I passed, but I didn't know what that meant. But I did get a little thrill when she called me her boyfriend.

That thought carried me through the rest of our lunch, and most of the rest of my afternoon. I left Ann, nursing a beer, after I finished my lunch. It was before 11:30, and her drinking a beer might have seemed unusual. To me, it was just another chapter in her book. I'm sure there was a reason, and if I had to guess, it was her way of calming her nerves. After all, we were less than six hours from my meeting her parents. If I didn't have to work, I might have had one too.

The afternoon was uneventful, and relatively quick, until very late in the day. I had to make a trip up to the front of the plant, and I ran into Nancy in a secluded hallway. She blocked my passage, leaning against the wall seductively.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 12



"Tell, me Neil, when we have our date, will you take me dancing like you did Ann?"

"That would depend on a couple of things," I answered. "And what would those be," she said as she moved her camisole to the side, flashing her left breast quickly to try and get a rise out of me.

I reached out and pinched her exposed nipple, and said, "Well, one would be your availability. I'm sure you're going to have a lot of dates, or at least guys wanting you. Another would be your ability to dance."

Nancy playfully hit me in the arm, and said, "Neil, take a look at these legs and tell me what you think. I've done some dancing that would probably surprise you. As for your other concern, no matter how busy my schedule is, I'm pretty sure I'll find a way to work you in. Now can I ask another question?"

"Sure."

"Did you ever think of just fucking Ann at the table? She said you were fingering her and made her cum. Would you have done that if she asked?"

"Well, she wasn't going to ask. And that's not where either of us was mentally at that moment. How it was was perfect, so, it never crossed my mind. But it sounds like it's crossed yours."

"That's going to be my new fantasy. Getting fucked by you at the Starlight, in public where anyone might see us. That makes me so hot."

I reached down and ran my hand up the inside of Nancy's thigh. She spread her legs just a little more, inviting me. I obliged, ramming two fingers deep inside her. Nancy closed her eyes and held in her moans, trembling instead as I fucked her with my hand for just a moment. I got her worked up fast, and then rubbed my thumb across her clit, at the same time I pulled at her nipple. Nancy came with a shudder, and fell forward into my arms. I pulled my hand out of her snatch to hold her, and brought them to my mouth. Her chest was pressed against mine, my hand still squeezing and playing with her tit, when we heard a door around the corner open and the distinctive sound of heels walking on the ceramic tile coming from behind Nancy. 

I quickly let go of Nancy, and she scrambled to pull herself together. I walked away, towards the sound, leaving Nancy behind to fend for herself. As I rounded the corner, I saw Emma, Nancy's boss, walking toward me. I needed to buy Nancy some time to get out of the hallway, knowing Emma would wonder why she was loitering there. I put my fingers into my mouth and started to lick them like I'd just eaten something sticky, which in a roundabout way I had. Emma looked at me and said, "What are you doing, Neil?"

"Hi Emma," I said louder than I needed to, but hoping my greeting would echo down the hall to alert Nancy. "How are you this afternoon?"

"I'm fine. What are you doing?"

"Oh, I just had a slice of pie a little bit ago, and I guess my fingers are still a little sticky."

"Pie? What kind?"

I was going to say cherry, but that seemed a little too obvious, so I went less suggestive and said, "Ah...apple."

"That's nice," she said.

That was pretty much it as far as the conversation. I never heard any footsteps while I talked to Emma, but I did hear the door at the end of the hall open and close. And there were no steps afterwards. I continued on towards the front, and had a quick meeting with my boss, and headed back to my department. 

When I got to my desk, there was a note on it from Nancy, thanking me for helping her escape, and for helping her release some pent up tension. That's how it was worded. I guess she didn't want to leave anything more explicit out in the open on my desk, which I appreciated.

I called Nancy, who was back at the front desk.

"Hi," she said answering the phone. She knew it was me before I said anything.

"Hi," I said back, unsure really what I should say.

"I knew you'd call. I've been waiting for it. Thanks for saving my ass. And for what you did in the hallway."

"You're welcome, Nancy. But, I think we..."

"I agree. I've been thinking about it since you left me there. This is all way too risky. Look, Neil...I'm going to be who I am, thanks to you. But I don't think either of us needs to keep playing these games, at least here at work."

I laughed and said, "I'm still going to stare at you, Nancy. And I'm likely going to continue to flirt."

"Me too; I just think I need to be more careful."

"There were two of us, Nancy."

"Yeah, but your Dad is..."

"Not going to save my job because I did something stupid. I'm no different from anybody else here in his eyes. And I shouldn't be in yours either."

"Sure you are. You're the same a man that just made me cum in the hallway; and in just a couple of minutes. Neil, you're not like anybody else I've ever met." 

"Maybe, but that doesn't mean I'm impervious to being fired. My point is you didn't do that alone. There were two of us. I take responsibility for what I do."

"See, you're NOT like any other guy."

We both had a laugh, and then she had to take an incoming call. I hung up and sat down, letting out a big sigh. It was a genuine relief that Nancy felt the same way that I did. I really did need my job, and it would be difficult enough to explain my libido getting out of control to my boss, let alone my father. Yet, there was a perverse thrill to it all. It wasn't all that unusual for me to think about sex during work. Participating in sexual acts was a new ball game entirely.

~*~*~*~*~*~

I was home by a quarter to four, and I decided to take one of those power naps my father had made famous. I set the alarm for 4:30, and was amazed. I must have been out as soon as my body went from vertical to horizontal. For only sleeping about 45 minutes, I woke up remarkable refreshed. It occurred to me that my Dad was on to something, since every time I took one I felt much better afterward.

I jumped into the shower to get the days dirt off of me, and get ready to go to Ann's house. Remarkably, I wasn't nervous about going to meet her folks. It wasn't like we were a real item, or that we were going to become a real item. We were a temporary boyfriend and girlfriend, and it was just dinner. I'd felt that pressure before, with old girlfriends, and particularly my ex-wife. But I didn't have any real apprehension thinking about the night. Maybe I should have, but the reality was, I didn't. 

As I went back into my room, I wondered how I was supposed to dress. I didn't want to be too formal, and yet, I was cautious about being too casual as well. I decided on khaki pants, and a polo shirt and I was going with my deck loafers, striving for middle of the road. I didn't want to wear shorts or jeans, but dressing up didn't seem right either. We were just eating at their house. When I looked in the mirror, I realized I was putting way too much thought into it, and wondered if I was more nervous than I thought.

I tried to shove that thought out of my mind, and I finished getting ready. It was a couple of minutes before five, and I was walking out of the house just as my Mom got home. She told me to have a good time, and not to be nervous.

"Why would I be nervous? It's just dinner."

"You're right. Just have a good time then."

"I will. I'll see you tomorrow."

"How long are you going to be gone?"

"I have no idea, really."

"I'm being too nosy. Have fun," she said as she kissed me on the cheek.

It was unlike my Mom to be apologetic for being nosy. Or even admit to it. In truth, she rarely was nosy. She didn't have to be, because she was so intuitive, and seemed to always know more than I gave her credit for. I recalled my older brother giving me some advice before I left for college. His one and only point was; don't try to hide anything from Mom, because she probably already knows it. 

He was speaking from experience, and being older than me, he was past his college years and able to reflect back upon it objectively. He never told me why, but I was sure there was an event or two that made him feel he should tell me that. Always being one to learn from his mistakes that I'd seen firsthand, I took his word on the one I hadn't.

~*~*~*~*~*~

It was a short drive over to the Franklin home; only about 5 blocks away, on the other side of the main road that travels through the center of the town. I parked in front of the house, since I didn't see Ann's father's truck in the driveway. I rang the doorbell at precisely 5:00 PM, and waited for Ann. Instead, her Mom greeted me at the door.

I swallowed hard.

"Hi, you must be Neil. I don't think we've ever officially met, but I've seen you over at Matt's a lot," Ann's Mom said as she opened the front door for me. 

I held out my hand and said, "Pleased to meet you, Mrs. Franklin. Thanks for having me over." Ann's Mom was very attractive, and I had to admit, I actually looked a little too close. It was one of those things where I was looking at the Mom to try to get a read on what the daughter would look like years down the line. I could do a whole lot worse. 

"Come in, Neil. Ann's still getting ready, and Marlin is on his way home from work. Can I get you something to drink?"

"A water would be nice, Mrs. Franklin," I said, taking off my shoes as I entered their home. It was something that had been so drilled into me by my parents that I always did it, without even thinking about it. But I noticed out of the corner of my eye that Ann's Mom was watching. Her reaction spoke volumes, and I knew that that little gesture had gotten me off on the right foot.

Enough so that she said, "You can call me Jean, dear."

Jean left me in the living room. I looked around, studying the décor. The house had a country flavor to it; very country. It was a drastic difference from my parents' contemporary home. While it was warm, I couldn't help but think that Ann was out of place there; like the square peg in a house full of round holes. Jean returned a short time later with my water. I was still standing, and she asked me to sit. I took a seat on the couch, and took a deep breath as I prepared for conversation. 

Jean laughed. "Nervous?"

"Honestly, yes," I said, and she reacted like she was taken aback.

"My goodness, Neil. Why? There's no reason to be."

"Sure there is. This night is important. I don't want to screw it up."

"Why would you think that?"

I sat for a second, wondering just how to approach Jean. I didn't have any right to interfere in her relationship with Ann. And yet, I couldn't help but see that lost little girl inside Ann when I picked her up at the house that first time; misunderstood, helpless and alone. I could stay silent and let things fall where they would naturally. Or...

"Jean, do you mind if ask you something?"

"No, please, go ahead."

"How many boyfriends has Ann brought home to meet you and Mr. Franklin?" 

She pondered on that for a moment. "I'm not sure. I can't recall any at the moment. Why?"

I put my hand up, motioning that I wasn't finished. "Did you meet any of the guys she dated in California? Like Ray?"

"I'm not sure. I know we never met Ray. But, we've only gone out there twice since she moved out there. When we visit her, we stay with Marlin's brother. He works for the county as a..."

I put my hand up again when Jean started going off on a tangent, and she stopped talking, looking at me. I wanted to talk about Ann, and she wanted to talk about anything but. I smiled, but my face was serious. Serious enough that I knew calling her Jean at the moment would be impolite. "Mrs. Franklin; I don't mean to sound rude, but your daughter is 28, and this is the first time you've ever taken the time to meet someone in her life. And I find that a little odd. So yes, I'm nervous. But frankly, I'm more nervous for her."

Jean seemed puzzled by the entire line of questioning. Instead of cluing in on what I was trying to get at with her daughter, she was defensive. She blinked several times, and said, "Good heavens...why?"

I shook my head a little and said, "The fact that you don't know why, is why."

I sat there, thinking I'd just blown up the whole evening before it ever got started. I really didn't have a right to do that at all. Ann was old enough to fight her own battles. But when you've waged the same war your entire life, and nothing seems to work, maybe it was time for someone who cared about her to come to her defense. And that was what struck me. Ann's Mom had never met anyone that cared for her. Not in the way that I did. And that was a staggering thought for me, because I was still trying to get a grip on how I felt. And yet, I knew I cared enough to take a stance that was at the very least, questionable. 

Jean sat back on the couch, looking intently at me. I didn't waver. I sat, and waited. It was her turn to talk.

"You seem to want to make a point, Neil. Why don't you go ahead and make it," she said, digging in her heels.

"Not a point, really. It's more of an observation."

"We just met. How can you have observed anything?"

"Not about you, Mrs. Franklin. I'm talking about your daughter."

"Oh...okay, go on."

"She's not the girl I went to High School with. And that's a good thing. Ann was sweet in school. She still is...that hasn't changed. But I can tell you that she's smart, she's confident, she's independent. She's also brave, and daring, and inventive. She never showed those things before."

"Neil, why are you telling me all of these things""

"Because she won't. She could, but she won't. And she shouldn't have to, really. They should be pretty evident. There were to me."

"I'm not sure I'm following you, Neil. She's my daughter. I think I know who she is."

"That's just it... I'm afraid that you don't. When I look at Ann, I see a beautiful, successful 28 year old woman. What is it that you see?"

Jean's eyes got wide, and she sat back even further on the coach. I couldn't read her very well, but I knew she was either angry or upset. But I'd already stuck my neck out so far, what was another inch or two going to matter?

"I could be wrong, but I think you still see an 18 year old girl. The girl that left town 10 years ago naïve and scared and totally unprepared to face the world. And you're looking at her like she still needs your help...you're a Mom...that's what Mom's do. But you know what, Mrs. Franklin. She's facing that world...and she's winning. I've been a manager for over 4 years now...I went to college, graduated...but then I went to work where I knew I could get a job. And it's a good job, but there was no risk. But Ann...she built her career on her own, ALL by herself. No higher education...no help to speak of...she just took a chance and worked her butt off. Now, she's the manager of a store that sells well over a million a year. She's got three to four times as many employees working for her as I have, and she has to worry about them 14 to 15 hours a day. I used to think I was successful...and then I met your daughter again." 

"Neil, you seem like a nice young man...but you're acting like I'm clueless."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to imply that, and I certainly don't think you're clueless. If anything, I just think you're misguided. Ann went off to California, probably against you're wishes, and yet she's made it. She doesn't need the type of mothering that protects her anymore. She need's the type that not only supports her, but shows she's proud of her. Look, I know I'm coming off pretty bad here...you must feel like I'm lecturing you. And I know that I'm taking a huge chance in doing it; like I said, this night is important to her. But, I've only been with her for a couple of days, really...and I'M proud of her; so much so that I wanted to be with her tonight, and meet you. Your daughter loves you, Mrs. Franklin. She just wants you to love her for who she is, not for what you thought she would be. From where I'm sitting, you raised an amazing girl, who's grown into an even more amazing woman. You should be proud of THAT. You did your job as a parent, and I, for one, am thankful." 

Jean thought about what I said for a moment. Now I WAS nervous, but I tried not to show it. She finally swallowed hard, choking back some emotions she didn't want me to see. "You've seemed to observe a lot in such a short time," she said. 

"Well, I have to be honest. I always did better in school in classes where I was excited about the subject. And Ann is an exciting subject to me."

Jean laughed a little, and that broke the tension for a moment. She took a deep breath and finally spoke. "What do you suggest, Neil?"

"I just followed my heart, right now, Mrs. Franklin. What's your heart telling you?"

She smiled. It was a broad, welcoming smile, much like the one she'd flashed me when she greeted me at her door. "I told you, Neil. You can call me Jean."

~*~*~*~*~*~

We spent another fifteen to twenty minutes on the couch. Every minute that passed, I felt better about what I'd done. But then again, I hadn't talked to Ann yet. 

Jean asked me about my job, and then about my parents. She knew them, because it was a small town. But they didn't run with the same circle of friends. Then she asked a question about my relationship with Matt. 

I smiled and said, "Well, I'm sure you already know about all of that, and about me. I know you walk with Karen every day."

I was alluding to the fact that Jean knew Matt's Mom, Karen very well, and Karen was not known for keeping her mouth quiet when it came to gossip. With my being at Matt's house a lot, Karen had been around enough to know the details of what I went through. I didn't mind, since I'd actually used that conduit to the gossip hotline to my advantage in my battle against the ex. I had, upon occasion, said things in front of Karen that I knew would eventually get to my ex. I wasn't proud of it, but at the time, I didn't have a lot of people on my side as to what the truth was. 

Jean smiled and said, "Yes, you're right."

I was surprised she didn't ask me about my divorce. I wondered if Ann had warned against saying anything, or if she was waiting for her husband to come home before grilling me. We were back on the subject of my job, when the garage door opened. Ann's Dad walked through the back door, and went straight to the kitchen. Jean excused herself and walked in to see him, and could hear them talking. A few minutes later, he walked alone into the living room. I stood up as he approached me.

"Neil, I'm Marlin Franklin," he said with his hand out.

He was a thin man, and with leathery skin and a hard face. I would have recognized him without the uniform he was wearing. Ann's Dad was a postman, and he worked the desk at the local Post Office. I'd seen him a hundred times there, but never knew he was Ann and Alan's dad. His handshake was strong, and yet he wasn't one of those fathers that tried to intimidate you by trying to crush your fingers. That didn't mean he didn't look me over carefully, though.

"It's very nice to meet you, Mr. Franklin. I want to thank you for having me over."

"Let's go downstairs where we can be more comfortable," he said almost sternly. He loosened his tie as he led me into the basement. 

The basement was split in half, with two sides running the length of the house. The side the stairway was on was kind of an office in one part, and behind a door, there was the laundry area. We walked to the other side of the basement, into their finished family room.

The first thing I noticed was the gun cabinet, against the wall directly across from the doorway. It was stocked with eight different types of rifles and/or shotguns. My family didn't hunt, so I'd not been around it that much. I knew lots of people who were hunters, so it wasn't totally foreign to me. But looking around the rest of the room, it was obvious that Ann's Dad was not a casual hunter.

The family room looked like Mutual of Omaha's Wild Kingdom; dead edition. I'm sure that line came to my head in part because the curator of the contents of this odd collection shared the first name of Marlin. There were antlers, and skins, and all kinds of animals that had been stuffed. I turned my attention back to the gun case, staring at the weapons locked behind the glass.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 12



"Do you hunt, Neil?"

"No sir. I fish a little, but that's the extent of my outdoorsman experience," I said, unable to take my eyes off the guns.

"I'm surprised. You seem really interested in those," he said, pointing to the guns in the cabinet.

I was still trying to figure out Ann's Dad. I felt like I'd eventually won over Ann's Mom with being polite, honest and respectful. I doubted her Dad would warm to me with the same exact tactics, and I was more nervous with him. Whenever that happened, I went with humor, thinking that might offer the psychological olive branch. 

Turning to look at him, I first scanned him up and down before looking him square in the eye. "Well, actually, Mr. Franklin, I'm a little concerned."

"Concerned? About what?"

"Well, I guess I should ask you if you're disgruntled in any way. After all, you are a mailman with a lot of weaponry. And I don't see a stuffed 'boyfriend' in your basement. I'm just a little concerned I'm one misjudged remark away from you going postal and making me a trophy."

He burst out laughing and said, "Are you accusing me of using my daughter as some kind of lure?"

"Well, no. But I have been horribly wrong about people before, Mr. Franklin. My ex-wife comes to mind."

"You can call me Marlin," he said, which to me was a major victory early in the evening. "And don't you fret about your ex, son. I'm glad to see you're getting your life in order again. Your Dad's been worried about you."

"You know my Dad?"

"I know most of the people in this town, Neil. Sooner or later, everybody stops by the front desk of the post office."

"I guess I never thought about how much my life has been talked about around town," I said, which really was a lie. I had thought about it all the time. 

"I wouldn't worry about it. Whether you know it or not, you came out the winner in that deal."

That was the only time we talked about my divorce, or anything like that while I was there. I brought it up, and I wasn't sure why. I guess it was a preemptive strike, bringing it up first, to show I wasn't ashamed of it anymore. But knowing he knew, and wasn't concerned about it, made me really feel not only at ease, but welcomed.

Marlin showed me around the basement; talking about all the trophies he'd claimed either hunting or fishing. We were discussing a huge large mouth bass he'd caught and had mounted, when I noticed another stuffed animal at me feet. It was so lifelike, it startled me since I hadn't seen it at first.

I was a little stunned, and said, 'Seriously, Marlin, you shot a raccoon?"

"No, no. I found him on the road, and stopped to get him off the highway. When I saw he was in good shape, I took him in with the deer I'd shot. Seemed like a waste not to have him stuffed too."

"Well, that makes me feel a little better."

"Why's that?"

'Well, I've had venison before, but I've never had raccoon. And Ann never told me what we're having for dinner." 

Again I had him laughing, which was the sound Ann heard as she came down the stairs. She looked amazing, wearing a tight T-shirt and some ultra short shorts. The fact that she'd been bold and decided not to wear a bra had my eyes bugging out a little, but I didn't flinch. At least the T-shirt wasn't white. It was a very hot pink. Her shorts were white though. She was barefoot as she burst into the room like a ray of sunshine.

"I see you two are getting along," Ann said in mock surprise. 

I couldn't take my eyes off of her, but all I felt comfortable in saying was, "Hi Ann, how are you?"

"My goodness, son, a good looking woman comes out to see you, and all you can say is 'Hi'."

"Well, I wasn't sure I could say what I was thinking in front of you, sir."

"Don't call me, sir, Neil. I just told you that you can call me Marlin. And if you have to censor yourself in front of me, then perhaps I should leave for a moment so you can tell her how you really feel. I'm going up to change and get ready for dinner. You two behave now."

Marlin went upstairs, and Ann looked at me and said, "I have no idea who that guy was, but he looks a lot like my father."

"You look amazing, Ann," I said as I gave her a tender kiss.

Ann mumbled in my mouth, and when I finally let her speak, she said, "Tell me what you really wanted to say when you saw me."

"Well, I was kind of kidding your Dad about his hunting, and I was just telling him that I'd never eaten raccoon before because he has a stuffed one over there, but when I saw you I wanted to tell you that I was hoping beaver would be on the menu tonight."

"I don't know about the menu, but if you play your cards right, I might let you play taxidermist and you can stuff a beaver later."

I laughed and was about to make what I hoped would be a witty comeback, when Ann's Mom yelled down the stairs for us to come up and get ready for dinner. 

"Go wash your hands, baby, or Mom won't let you sit at the table," Ann said, pointing to a wash basin in the laundry room. I went in and dutifully cleaned them, and we headed upstairs. I followed Ann, staring at her tight ass as we went. She must have known, because she gave me an extra little wiggle as we got to the top.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Jean had quite a spread for us. She'd made a spiral ham, and there must have be 10 side dishes to choose from. I looked at the ham, and she smiled at me.

"Contrary to what you might have thought after being in the basement, we don't always have vittles or the latest road kill for dinner. We do have a lot of meat that Marlin's brought home, but I know that's not for everybody. I hope you don't mind that I made a ham."

"No, not at all. I haven't had ham since my Mom made one for Easter," I said, not sure if I should have brought up religion. They bypassed my comment, seemingly wary of the subject themselves. It was like we were all playing nice.

Jean had set everything up buffet style in the kitchen, and she had me grab a plate to go first. I heaped as much as I could onto it, and Ann led me to the table to show me to my seat. She quickly followed with her plate, sitting next to me. I waited until we all were seated, and her Mom insisted in saying grace. I was okay with that, and it was one I knew. She seemed overjoyed that I joined in. 

Ann asked if I'd like a salad, and that sounded really good to me. She went to the kitchen and got one for both of us. She came back and put a bowl next to my plate. It looked delicious, and I asked if she'd made it herself.

"Yeah, it was my contribution to dinner. It's loaded with fresh vegetables. I hope you like cucumber," she said as she winked at me, just as she was taking a bite of a large slice of cucumber herself. I looked at her and started to say something, but she just smiled and nodded.

"Mmmm, mine tastes wonderful. It has such a sweet kick to it," she said, almost purring. 

There was no doubt that I was about to eat the same gourd that Ann had used as a dildo while I talked her to on the phone the day before. I sank my teeth into it and chewed thoroughly, trying to taste Ann. I didn't notice anything, but that didn't mean I wasn't excited about the thought. I was glad I had a full plate. My dick was suddenly stiff, and going back to the kitchen for more food would have been tough to explain.

"Ann, can you get me a salad too," her Dad said. 

I started to choke when she said, "Sure, do you want some cucumbers on yours too?"

He nodded, and Ann let out a little giggle as she patted me on the shoulder when she walked to the kitchen. I stabbed another slice fork and looked at the diameter. The vegetable was smaller than my cock, but it was close, and I was sure Ann got her tight little pussy stretched wide by it. I took another bite just as she placed a bowl next to her father's plate.

Ann massaged my leg under the table with her foot as her Dad ate the first bite of the bowl of greenery. I moaned as I took a bite of ham, mainly because of Ann playing with my leg and the thought of what her Dad was eating.

"I'm glad you like it," Jean said, thinking I was moaning because I liked her meal.

It was a surreal experience; the most unusual dinner I think I'd ever had. Ann's parents were very gracious, and treated me with more respect than I probably deserved. Once I'd gotten past Ann's little game with the cucumber, I relaxed. I had both of her parents laughing all throughout the meal, and the great dessert afterwards. We retired out into the sunroom for that, with Ann sitting on the lounge that undoubtedly she'd sat in while she'd used that cucumber. The look in her eye confirmed it, and I got a tingle down my spine as I ate a piece of apple pie.

The pie made me think briefly of Nancy. I'd used it as an excuse earlier in the day with Emma, as to why I'd been licking my fingers. The symmetry of the way my days and nights were twisting together was amazing. I had my own little chuckle to myself when I thought about how often I'd find a common thread running through seemingly everything I did.

We had a very nice time out in the sun room as the late day moved toward night. I found that Marlin had an easy sense of humor too, and we were playing off of each other during our conversation. He had a high pitched laugh that didn't seem to go with his persona, but it was infectious. I found I couldn't stop laughing if he was laughing, which was often. The smile on Ann's face said it all to me. She was happy. Not just an ordinary happy, but a, 'I can't believe my parents are acting like this' happy. I caught her looking at me in one of those moments, and I winked at her. The sigh of contentment she let out made my heart melt.

It was a little before 9:00, when Marlin looked at his watch and said, "We better get going, Jean, or we're going to be late."

"Late for what?" I asked.

"Marlin and I play Euchre one Thursday a month with a group of friends. We've been doing it since Ann was a little girl. I never did understand why we play on Thursday's, but we've all gotten used to it now, and it's such a good time. We're going to the Butler's tonight. You remember them, don't you?"

"Of course, a couple of their kids have worked at the plant," I answered.

Marlin got up and said, "Let me clean up real quick."

I looked at Ann and said, "Well, I guess I should be going then."

"Nonsense!" Jean said, putting her hand on my shoulder to keep me from getting up. "You're not going to leave just because we have to. We've been having such a good time, and it's not even 9:00. You're welcome to stay and keep Ann company. You two can watch TV in the basement if you want."

I looked over at Ann, who was biting her lip excitedly. Jean left the sunroom to go get ready, and Marlin came back in. I stood up as he came over to shake my hand.

"Neil, you're a stand up young man," he said.

"Why? Because I just stood up?"

Marlin laughed and said, "I've really enjoyed getting to know you. Please feel free to stay. It's not Ann's fault we didn't get out of this thing tonight. Jean and I haven't missed one of these in over 10 years. I suppose we should have thought this was important enough to miss one, but we didn't. I apologize if it seems rude that we invited you over, only to have to leave. If it makes you feel any better, I'd much rather stay here. I was having a great time talking with you and getting to know you. Anyway, please stay as long as you want."

"Don't worry about it. It means a lot to me that you value your friends enough that you don't just stiff them at the last minute. When it comes down to it, your integrity is all you have to stand on."

Marlin smiled and shook my hand again. "You've learned that hard lesson all to well, Neil. You're parents should be very proud of you."

I looked over at Ann, and nodded toward her. "I could say the same thing about Ann's parents. You have a wonderful daughter, sir. Thanks for thinking enough of me to allow me to come over tonight to be with your family. It's been wonderful."

Jean came out and gave me a big hug, and kissed me on the cheek. "Thank you for coming over! I'm sure you had a lot of reservations, but in case you were wondering, you passed with flying colors, Neil."

"Thanks; although I'm not sure what I passed. I didn't know this was a test."

"It wasn't sweetie. I'm just glad we got to meet you."

Jean looked over at Ann and said, "We'll be back late, honey. Don't wait up."

"I never have Mom. Have a good time."

I didn't know whether to stay put, or walk her parents to the door. Since Ann didn't get up, I decided to be bold and do the latter. I actually walked with them outside to Marlin's truck, and opened the door for Jean. I thanked her again for what really was a wonderful dinner, and I thanked Marlin as well. I waved as they left, and turned to walk back into the house.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Ann was sitting on the couch, with a shit-eating grin on her face. "You can stop sucking up to them, baby. They loved you from the start."

"I'm just being me, Ann. If that looks like I'm sucking up, so be it."

"I'm just kidding. Trust me, you did fabulous. I'm sure my Mom is eating up the fact that you opened the door for her. Hell, she couldn't wait to tell me you took your shoes off."

"Well, that's how I was raised."

"I know. I told you all along, you're different. That's what I love about you."

I must admit, I was a little stunned that Ann used the word 'love', but I tried not to show it. I assumed it was just a figure of speech, and yet my mind worked overtime to squash it and stuff into some harmless corner of my brain.

Ann walked over to me and gave me as long, wet kiss, rubbing her hands all over my back and ass. I pulled her to me, kissing her back; it felt like a fairytale. My eyes closed tight, I saw yellow bursts of light against the backdrop of my eyelids. Ann was making ME swoon. She pulled back, sucking and biting my lower lip and I trembled a little.

Ann giggled and said, "Are you okay, Neil?"

"I've never been better. So what do you want to do...go watch some TV?" I asked, knowing that was the furthest thing on her mind.

"Well, I doubt my parents have any porn videos in the house, and I didn't think to bring any with me. So I doubt TV would really do it for me tonight. I was thinking about earlier, and hoping that maybe you'd like to stuff my beaver. What do you say?" Ann reached down and started stroking my stiffening cock through my pants.

"I don't know Ann. Your parents..."

"Won't be home until after midnight; they haven't come back from Euchre night before 12:00 since I can remember. And they haven't changed. They are real creatures of habit; that's why it never dawned on them to not go even though I was home."

"I don't know, Ann. It all seems so...dangerous."

"As opposed to, say, having sex at work with the plant receptionist?"

"Well, that's a good point," I said with a laugh.

Ann pulled me to the couch and had me sit down next to her. She took my hands in hers and had me look into her deep brown eyes.

"Neil, we've done a lot of fun things together so far this week. I feel like coming back for the reunion, even though you weren't actually there for it, is like a chance for me to re-do a lot of things I never got to when I was in High School."

'What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well, for starters, I never brought a boy home to meet my parents. I never had a boyfriend. And I last night, it was like going to the prom. I never got to do any of that stuff."

I laughed out loud, and Ann asked me what was so funny.

"I had the same feeling last night. It was our prom! I told you, I didn't go either. It was like every girl already had a boyfriend or they were like you. I wasn't going to go stag. That's why I enjoyed last night so much."

"See! We agree. And that's why I didn't want to go to a hotel last night. That's not what we would have done at the prom. But we might have stopped by a pond like we did!"

"I suppose."

"Neil, you don't understand. My brother got to do everything. He was two years older, and he got to make every mistake. He paid for them, dearly; but so did I."

"What kind of mistakes?"

"Drinking and getting caught, shoplifting and spending a night in jail, getting his girlfriend pregnant and her having to get an abortion. Because of him, I didn't get a chance to make a mistake. When I left to get away from this place, I was a virgin. If I had stayed, I might still be one."

"That's a sad thought," I said, squeezing her hands.

"It was. But this week is about righting those injustices because my brother was an idiot. And I want you to know it's because of you. You were always the one I thought of when I dreamed of being able to cut loose. I can't believe my luck that you're available."

"You can thank my ex for that," I said with a little laugh.

"Don't think I haven't thought about calling her this week and doing just that. She's an absolute fucking idiot for doing what she did to you and letting you go."

I didn't know what to say. Ann had said those kinds of things before during the week, but the way that came from the heart, the way her voice emphasized it, almost made me get a little misty.

"Ann, I appreciate you saying that. I really do..."

"Well, it's the truth, sweetie."

"So, you really think it's a good idea to do this here?"

"I've dreamed about having you in my bed since I was seventeen. And the fact that my Mom hasn't saw fit to change my room since I moved has only increased those feelings since I saw you at Matt's on Monday."

"You're room is the same? I don't know if that's cool, or sick."

"A little of both, I suppose."

"Well, who am I to ruin your dream. But I do have a request of my own."

"Okay," she said suggestively. She must have thought I was going to spring some sexual fantasy on her.

"I want to take you out on a date."

"What?"

"A date, like we would have had if we'd been going together in High School. I have dreams too. Can we go out Saturday?"

Ann put her arms around me and said, "Of course, baby. I'd love to. Where do you want to go?"

"I don't know yet. It'll be a surprise. But since it's your last day in town, it will probably be a little like High School, and a little of us today."

"I can live with that!"

Ann kissed me, and we started necking on the couch like teenagers in her parent's house. I pictured them in the basement watching TV, and Ann and I were stealing a few private moments away from them. I could actually feel my pulse begin to quicken. My hands roamed freely over Ann's supple body, and I snaked one of them under her tight T-shirt. I cupped her breast, and she let out a little gasp like I imagined she would have had we been on that same couch, and it almost certainly was the same couch, ten years earlier.

Playing with Ann's nipple, I loved how she responded. Each movement of my thumb brought an erotic sound and a physical reaction. Her nipples were obviously sensitive, which I knew from our encounter in the back of my car; but I pretended not to know. Being in the moment, and her 'High School' boyfriend, I lifted her shirt over her tits, exposing her small, yet perfect chest. 

"God I love these, baby," I said as I lowered my mouth to cover one of her precious buds. 

I flicked my tongue and sucked hard, while pinching Ann's other nipple as I toyed with that breast too. I could feel her nipples grow from her arousal, and she arched her back and let out a loud moan, uninhibited by her surroundings. She was letting herself go.

I must have spent fifteen minutes licking and sucking around Ann's gorgeous globes. I loved how perky they were, and she giggled, as I would wax poetic on how wonderful I found them. .

"Neil, you really can't be that in love with them. They're so small!"

"You're small, babe. They fit you body perfectly. Promise me you'll never think of changing them. I love the way they feel in my hands, and the way I can make you squeal when I do this!" 




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 13



Over the previous week, my life had unexpectedly become a paradox. No longer lovelorn, or more accurately, sex-lorn, I found myself in a position I wasn't prepared to deal with. 

It was Friday, and I couldn't help but reflect on the changes I had experienced since the last one, when I was driving to Michigan to begin an adventure that would change my outlook on my life forever. The personal demons I had been struggling with for well over a year had been washed away by the high tide of passion I had been riding. Sexually, I was totally satiated, thanks first to Dawn and now Ann...with a little help from Jill and Nancy on the side. 

Yet I found my heart still aching as I worked through the morning. Ann's imminent return to California was looming like a Midwestern summer thunderstorm on the horizon that was my future. Dark and ominous, it was coming, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. And that made me feel insignificant, and somewhat frightened. 

It had been easy to let Dawn go. Well, not easy. That makes the whole weekend with her seem insignificant, which it most definitely wasn't. But the fact that I left off with Dawn, and found myself in Ann's arms in less than a day, made it easier. I knew, as good as what I had been with Dawn, it wasn't meant to be from the start. But with Ann, I had suddenly found myself with an anxiety I hadn't anticipated. I didn't regret anything. In fact, I was thrilled by the moments we shared. And yet that fueled my churning emotions. I was going to introduce her to my parents that evening as my pseudo girlfriend, all while continuing to play the charade that I didn't care if she went back to California.

The fact was...I did. I was falling in love. Or I had fallen in love. It was somewhere in that mushy middle, between falling and fallen, where the process of, becomes the reality that is. My thoughts were filled with a morass of jumbled feelings, and my mind was a blender set on puree, pulverizing them into a fine mulch of unrecognizable crap. 

How did I go from a guy that needed to find a way to get over a failed marriage, to one that was fighting to keep his head from getting sucked under in the high tide that was this romance, all in less than a week? I didn't want to be in love again, afraid of drowning in the undercurrent because I careless enough to jump into the water once again without thinking of putting on a life jacket. 

So, sex was my aforementioned personal paradox. I had missed it so much, and now that I had it again, better than any time in my life, it was packing up and going to the coast. Talk about unfair.

~*~*~*~*~*~

The phone rang in my office. It was still a little early for Ann to be calling, but I answered quickly in case I was wrong, my heart beating faster in anticipation of hearing her voice.

"Good morning, Neil Thomas," I said as calmly as I could muster.

"Hey Stud! Do you wanna come over later and fuck the shit out of me with that huge cock of yours?"

Those words were music to my ears...normally. Actually, they were then too. But it wasn't the words that were the problem. It was the voice behind them. Instead of Ann, it was Tina, my hairdresser. 

"Hey Tina," I said, unsure of what to even say to her.

"So, how about it? I've been in another dry spell, and I really need to get off soon or I'm going to shave some old ladies head by accident. You wouldn't want that to happen, would you?" I laughed, even though I didn't really want to. Tina was what would now be called my fuck buddy. We didn't have a name for it in the late eighties, but we had been using each other for a few months or so, and it had been a big help to both of us. And her frankness made it was obvious she needed me. Well, she really didn't need ME...she only needed my cock. And normally, that would have been fine. I didn't need her either. When I was desperate, I just needed her pussy. It was a perfect arrangement; until now

"I'm sorry, Tina. I have plans tonight."

"Okay, well, I suppose I can frig myself to sleep one more night. How about tomorrow night, then?"

"Actually, I'm seeing someone, Tina," I said, not wanting to upset her, but not wanting to lie either. 

"Really? Who?"

"She's a friend I knew in High School. She's only here for the rest of the week, though." I don't know why I said that. As I stood there, I couldn't imagine having sex with anyone other than Ann. The taste of her from night before was still on my lips, and her amazing perfume was now a permanent resident in my nasal cavity. I longed for her, even at that moment.

"Sooo, she doesn't live here?"

"California," I said, my voice trailing off, betraying my dismay.

"Well, you've got a big dick, Neil. But it's not that big. Any chance you'll be free next week? I'd really love to feel you buried in my pussy again."

"I'll let you know. I'm really kind of in a monogamous mood right now."

"That's your nature, hon. And that's okay. I don't want to mess anything up. I don't need that, and neither do you. Hey, if it's serious, let me know. But if not, I'm here, and I'm horny. But I can't be patient forever. I need fucked, okay?"

"Okay, Tina. I'll call you next week."

"Bye, Stud!" she said, sounding chipper even through I'd basically cut her off for the immediate future. I was sure I'd be back on her shop's doorstep in a few days, begging to pile drive her pussy. But at that moment, I could only think of Ann's. 

I sat down at my desk and tried to work, my mind a muddled mess of disjointed thoughts. Random images would pop into my head from out of nowhere, and I tussled with how they would string together. I would see a word or an object in attempting to carry out my daily routine, and invariably, a scene or event would crash through my minimal attempts at concentration, and my brain would transport me their. All of them were sexual, and all of them morphed into Ann.

There were ones that starred Ann outright, events from the last four days that we shared together. But those that actually involved someone else would start with that person, and gradually change over to become Ann doing whatever I had mentally conjured up. 

I went from being with Ann next to the pond in my car as I ate her, to being with Dawn next to the river in Ann Arbor, to Ann being at that river, doing the exact things that Dawn did with me. I would see Ann standing naked in the front door of her parents' house like she had the night before, which made me think of eating Dawn on Matt's front porch, which somehow evolved into Ann, covered with my sperm, tied to that same front porch, caught in Dawn's fantasy with Matt and Jill. I hadn't even seen that ending in person, but it didn't matter. Ann was starring in every story or personal sex act I'd either done or seen or heard about in the last week.

I was thinking of Tina with my eyes closed for a moment. I was sitting in the chair in her salon that first time, her head under the smock, sucking my cock like she was starving for its contents. She pulled the smock up so that I couldn't see her, and like a movie twist in an erotic thriller, it was Ann who came out from under it after swallowing my load. 

I sat up straight, jolted a little at how my mind was playing with my heart. Letting out a large exhale, I shook my head and smiled wistfully as it considered my plight.

"At least I got to be with her this week," I thought to myself, resigned to the circumstances of life. I wasn't really ready for such a serious relationship anyway. I had envisioned getting my life back in order, fucking around for a while, and then looking to find someone. It had taken me over a year to complete the 'life back in order' part of the divorce recovery plan, and I was only a week into the ever popular 'fucking around' phase. I couldn't be moving on to the new relationship step now. How could I skip so quickly past the 'fucking' part! The whole thing made my head hurt.

Shaking my head to rattle some common sense into my cerebrum, I took another deep breath. The thoughts of Ann weren't going to leave me alone as easily as Dawn had, and in a small way, I didn't want them to. She was special, and I needed accept that my life was better and richer just being with her the small time we had together. I smiled when I thought about how much we had already packed into just four days. It was more than most couples do in a month.

Somewhat back on track with a positive spin on my life, at least for the moment, I delved back into the reason I was at my desk in the first place. I was busy ordering some components for upcoming jobs when the internal phone line rang. 

"This is Neil," I said softly, still trying to concentrate on my work.

"Hey, sweetie!"

"Hi Nancy, how are you this morning?"

"Horny...but I can take care of that myself today, thanks. Your babe is on the phone; and congratulations!"

"Very funny. And congratulations for what?"

"For finally fucking your girlfriend. She said you were amazing! I knew you would be."

"Thanks. I guess I was inspired."

"No you weren't. You're just that good, and love always makes great sex better!"

"What?"

Nancy was silent for a moment, and finally said, "You do know she loves you, don't you?"

"Bullshit. She didn't say that!"

"No. But I can tell. She's on line three," she said with an evil laugh before she hung up.

"She's just fucking with me," I said as a way of explaining Nancy's opinion. It was nothing more than that.

"Good morning, baby," I tried to say in my sexiest voice.

"Hello handsome. Say I was wondering if you'd like to come over to the house today for lunch," she said with an excited lilt in her voice.

"Uh, sure, I guess so. Why?"

"Well, I'm on an all protein diet, and you have just the kind of milkshake I need, as long as you'll let me use that big straw you have!"

My mind was spinning. I couldn't get what Nancy had said to leave my brain. Could she have been right after all?

"Neil?"

"Yeah, babe," I said, snapping back to the moment.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

"Yeah...yeah," I said, knowing I wasn't. She knew it too.

"What's wrong?"

I was going to cover up, but it was pointless. I was much better off telling her; at least part, anyway.

"I've had a rough morning. I'm having such a great time with you, and I only have a couple of days left. It's just harder than I thought it was going to be."

"Me too. God that cock of yours gets huge!" I laughed, and Ann said, "Look, I know you've been through a lot. And I don't want to add to your problems..."

"You're not, Ann! Don't think that you are. Not even for a second. Being with you is not a problem. It's a privilege. I'm thrilled you want to be with me...while you're here, anyway."

I wondered if the phone went dead, but I could hear Ann breathing. The way I had phrased my last sentence was how I felt. It let her know I knew this was temporary. We both did. Affairs of the heart can be dangerous, and people, no matter how much they care for each other, can unintentionally hurt the other when they act like Ann and I had been acting. I wouldn't change it, but there was going to be some collateral damage. Until that moment, I really thought it was just going to be me, though.

Ann's silence screamed at me through the phone. I didn't know if I was supposed to say anything, which only made the pause excruciating. 

I my mind, I could see Ann taking a deep breath and pulling herself together.

"So, do you want to come over?" she said, sounding more chipper than I thought she would.

"Of course!" I said, trying to perk up myself.

"Okay. See you a little after eleven," Ann said, hanging up quickly.

I sat in silence, reflecting on the conversation. The relationship was what it was. I was still a little down, but as the minute hand on my wall clock creeped closer and closer to eleven, I oddly found my mood improving. By the time the bell rang, I was giddy, running out the back door of the plant to my car. I couldn't wait to be with Ann again.

~*~*~*~*~*~

My car practically screeched to a halt in front of Ann's house. As I ran up to the front porch, I noticed the inside door was open, and only the storm door was closed. There was a note on it from Ann, telling me to come inside. I took off the note, and opened the door. 

"Neil?" I heard Ann yell from somewhere in the house.

"Ann?" I said in response.

"Hurry, baby. I'm in the sunroom." I walked through the living room, and she heard me approaching as I entered the dining room. "Get undressed before you come out!"

I froze in my tracks. She wanted me totally naked, in the sun room? I was nervous, but then, I'd made her do the same thing just a couple of days before. I threw that fear out and scrambled out of my clothes. I walked to the step and stood in the doorway. 

Ann was in the corner, on the lounger. She was naked except for her high heels, and her legs were spread over arms of the chair. She was fucking herself with a huge cucumber, smiling at me as I stepped down into the room with her.

"Hurry up baby. Get on the loveseat! We don't have a lot of time. I still have to finish making your lunch!"

My cock was growing by the second as I sat down on the little white wicker couch. The back of it was against the long wall of windows to the west. Ann whipped the vegetable from her pussy and rushed over, squatting in front of me. She brought the gourd and a clear glass tumbler with her. 

Grabbing my shaft, Ann sucked down my cock, and got more down her throat than the night before. Not much more, but she was making progress, and you could see her excitement. She held her head in place while she stuffed the cucumber back into her pussy.

In perfect time, Ann started bobbing her head up and down while ramming the organic phallus in and out of her pussy. I was amazed at her dexterity, and her coordination; not to mention her enthusiasm. She was flying over my cock, using her off hand to stroke me as her mouth engulfed my shaft. Ann was on a mission to get me off quickly. I put my hand on her head to let her know I was loving it, but she pulled off my prick for a moment.

"You have to let me know when you're going to cum, and don't hold my head, please. I need to concentrate!" Her words were desperate, and I grabbed the back of the seat with my arms to hold on as she started ramming herself over me. 

The noises Ann was making were loud, gargling sounds, occasionally sprinkled with a moaning gag. If you were listening from out of the room, it would likely sound horribly distressing. But watching Ann, it was the hottest thing I could imagine at that moment. So hot, that when I heard Ann cumming from fucking herself, I felt my balls start to move, my own orgasm rising.

"I'M GOING TO CUM!" I announced loudly over her gurgling. Ann made a surprising move, spreading her feet wider, and lowering her knees to the floor. Very quickly, she tilted her hips and let her shoes slide out from under her, impaling her pussy on the faux cock inside her, forcing it as deep as it could go as she mashed her pelvis against the floor.

"FUCK!" she screamed out as she came harder, stroking my shaft faster as she reached for the tumbler next to her. 

"STAND UP!" Ann growled at me, placing the glass at the end of my cock, but at a bad angle. I got on my feet, a little wobbly at first, but just in time. Ann slowed her pumping, making sure she was lined up, and I started spurting stream after stream of white hot cum into the glass. 

"That's it baby. Cum for me! Fill up my glass!"

I didn't fill it up, but I did make a healthy deposit. I seemed to have recovered very well from the three orgasms I'd had the night before, and I shot my normal 5 to 6 large jets, followed by a couple of minor ones. Ann milked my cock, like it was some kind of pit viper and she needed every drop of venom to make an antidote.

When she finished, she hopped up and removed the cucumber. Leaning over, she gave me a quick kiss and ran into the house, saying, "Get dressed, babe. You've got five minutes before you have to leave."

By the time I made it to the kitchen, Ann was putting the finishing touches on a couple of salads she obviously has started before I got there. Hers was in a normal oversized salad bowl. Mine was going into a white Tupperware one. She looked over her shoulder and smiled as she cut up the freshly used cucumber over my salad, and then on hers.

"Salad dressing?" she asked, holding up the glass of my cum and shaking it back and forth.

I smiled and said, "No thanks. That's just a little too odd, even for me."

"Suit yourself. That just leaves more for me," she said with a giggle as she poured the entire contents of the glass over her greens. She took a fork and stabbed a slice of cucumber that had a big glob of my sperm on it.

"Mmmm", Ann said as she chewed. She made sure some of my load was on the edge of her lips, and she leaned over to kiss me. She was determined to have me taste both of us before I left. 

Putting a lid on my bowl, Ann handed me a fork and said, "There you go, honey. See you tonight. Have a good time golfing!"

I had almost forgotten about the golf. I looked at the clock and said, "I gotta go, babe." I grabbed the bowl and the fork and headed out the front door. As I backed out, Ann was standing in front of the bay window. She was still naked, and she had her salad in hand. She waved as she chewed on another cum filled bite. I laughed as I waved back.

~*~*~*~*~*~

I sat at my desk and ate my salad while I worked on some more paperwork. It seemed that was all I did of late. I was really trying to concentrate. I really, really was. But every time I took a bite that had even a hint of cucumber in it, I would smile to myself and think about Ann.

I could picture my Ann; sitting in her parent's house, back in the sun room. Still naked in my mind, and still eating a salad that consisted, in part, of cucumber that had been pickled in her pussy, and a dressing made of all natural ingredients and kept fresh in my balls.

No matter what I did the rest of the day at work, that image was the one that carried me through. And it made me smile. Forgotten, at least temporarily, was the despair I had felt in the early morning, replaced by the notion that the more great memories I made with Ann like the one we just had, the easier it was going to be to remember her fondly, rather than despondently miss her.

I finished my lunch, which really was good, and did imaginary handsprings while I walked the floor for an update. My mood was soaring; I felt my inner balance was finally in a peaceful place. Whatever was to happen between me and Ann would be fate; the same fate that brought us together in the first place. Getting all downhearted and worried about what was going to be inevitable anyway, was a waste of time and energy.

I was having a great early afternoon, and unbeknownst to me, it was about to get exponentially better. 

"Hey Neil, ready to go?" came a familiar voice.

"Ready to go? It's only one o'clock," I said to my Dad, who had peeked his head through my door.

"I know, but our tee time is in 40 minutes."

"Dad, why would you get us a tee time that early? I don't get off until..."

"Right now; I cleared it with Dan two weeks ago. Let's go!"

The good side of nepotism came to visit me. I didn't feel it often, and it was likely that leaving early to play golf would eventually bite me in the ass. But I'd dealt with working under that microscope for seven long years, and I was hardened to it. I would worry about that when it happened. I rushed out and had a quick powwow with Howard, my assistant. Thankfully, I was actually at a point I could leave without causing any issues with production or customers. 

Howard loved it when I wasn't there. It gave him an opportunity to run the show. He was a good man, and a hard worker. And in actuality, he was great at the production side. But he was really weak in dealing with customers. Since it was a Friday, and it was already late in the workday for the plant, he wouldn't be dealing with a customer unless it was an extreme circumstance, and that was highly unlikely. The only downside of my Dad not letting me know about our early departure was that I wasn't really prepared. I could have called a couple of my bigger customers to let them know I was leaving early.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 13



That was a point I made to my him on the way to the golf course. We left my car and he drove us east of town, about 5 miles, to our home course.

"You're right, Neil. I should have told you."

"I'm just saying, Dad. If I ever hope to become salary, you have to let me in on these kinds of things. It makes me look irresponsible, and I'm anything but."

"I know that," he said, defending himself.

"Sometimes you do. But you really don't know what it's like going through life at work as Darren's boy."

"It can't be all that bad, can it?"

"Not all the time. But when things happen that could have been controlled, and they just aren't, it really shows. Half the plant thinks I've gotten everything because of you. I have to work twice as hard as the next guy just to be seen as equal."

"What are you saying?" he asked.

"Look, Dad. I'm appreciative of everything you've done for me. And what you haven't done for me. I've learned more from watching you than I did in four years at college. But you have to face it; you cast a really large shadow for a guy that's only 5'8"."

Dad cracked up at that. I felt fortunate that I'd gotten my height from my Mom's side of the family. Being 6 feet, I knew I got the lucky side of the gene pool there. But I got Dad's athletic abilities, so it was the best of both worlds as far as I was concerned.

We got to the golf course a half hour before our tee time, which gave me plenty of time to warm up. Mack and Rob were already on the putting green, no doubt strategizing on how they were going to try to get to me, and what they might try to do to win against Dad and myself. It was always great fun to play with them. They both had a great sense of humor, and were a lot of laughs on and off the course.   

I got ready and grabbed my stuff, and we headed down to the green, where we greeted each other. I threw down some balls and took a few practice putts, and knew early on that I felt good. I had good hands that afternoon, and could feel the ball coming off the putter face through the shaft. When I felt that kind of touch early on, I usually played very well. I carried a 10 handicap at the time, and knew it would be lower if I played more often. Between feeling in control, and the fact that I knew the course so well, I had a lot of confidence going in. Clearly, Mack knew that, and so he started early on me, trying to get in my head before we even made it to the first tee.

"So, I hear you have a new girlfriend," he said as I was putting my bag on a cart.

I knew my Dad wouldn't have said anything to either Mack or Rob, not wanting to give them any ammunition to use against me, and thus, against us in the match. But Mom wouldn't have known about that, or cared. She likely told Carrie and Paula when they showed up at the house. And why not? So, since it was likely Rob knew too, I steeled myself for eighteen holes of their using Ann as a weapon. 

I smiled and said "If that's what you want to call her, that's fine with me." I could have said something about her leaving for California, but I didn't want to think about that. I was still in a great mood, and I wasn't going to let Mack or Rob affect that. Or my game, if I could help it.

"Would you rather we call her something else? Lover, perhaps?" Rob chimed in.

My Dad's ears perked up, but not in the way you would think. I had golfed with these guys for years, and pretty much, there was nothing off limits for us to talk about on the golf course; sex included. I had a pretty open dialog with my Dad anyway, and it was no secret that he and my Mom were still very sexually active. I learned a lot about that on the course, and in some cases, more than I needed to know. He wasn't listening to defend me, though. He wanted to know what I'd been up to with Ann.

I hadn't decided just how forthcoming I was willing to be. I always played it closer to the vest than the other three, because my Dad was there. But I wasn't a virgin, and they all knew that. There were a couple of times I probably shared too much, particularly about sexual escapades involving the ex. I knew I needed to tread very carefully, and I started by deflecting their choice of ammo.

"No. My lover would be Dawn."

"Dawn? What's the name of the girl that's coming to the cookout? I thought Carrie said her name was Ann?" Mack asked.

"It is," I said grinning.

"Who the hell is Dawn?" Rob and my Dad said in unison.

"She's a girl I met last weekend in Ann Arbor. We played softball together."

"Sounds like you did more than play softball if you're calling her your lover," Mack said, stating the obvious.

"Very astute, Mack. Good to see you brought your brain with you today. Did you bring your wallet too...because you're going to need it," I said as I pulled out my driver and started swinging to warm up my back and shoulders.

Rob cracked up, but Dad was still stuck on Dawn.

"So, Ann isn't the reason you've been in such a great mood lately?"

"I never said that. I simply said that I was with Dawn over the weekend."

"So, you've got two girls you've been banging?" Rob asked.

"Whoa! Let's not get crude. I don't want Ann lumped in that kind of category. You can call her my girlfriend. I'm totally okay with that. But let's be careful how we're talking, at least about her, okay!"

I got ticked off a little, and Rob backed off. Here was a guy my Dad's age and I'd just ripped into him. But I didn't care. I was defending her honor. 

"He didn't mean anything by that, did you Rob?" Mack said, trying to lighten the mood. 

Mack stumbled into an apology, saying "I'm sorry, Neil. I didn't mean to say it that way. I was just a little shocked that you've had sex with two different girls in the last week."

"Well, first of all, they're all women. And it's five."

"FIVE!" Dad said, his mouth falling open.

"What can I say? I had a busy weekend," I said, trying to distance Ann from the rest of the pack. In actuality, it WAS five, but only three were on the weekend. Ann and Nancy happened after I got back.

"You've fucked five different women in the last week?" Mack asked.

"No, three. Two I just had sex with," I said with a smile.

"What's the difference?" Rob asked.

"Wow. Really, Rob? There ARE other ways to have sex. Do you need some pointers? Hey, instead of that, if you need me to help you out with Paula, let me know."

"Neil!" Dad snapped, trying to reprimand me. 

"Hey, I didn't start this conversation. But it's not like you've never talked about nailing Paula when we're in this little group; or Carrie for that matter. The only one of you that hasn't talked about another's wife is Rob about Carrie, and that's because they're brother and sister. And I know I heard Rob and Mack comment on my slut of an ex wife more than once. I'm surprised she didn't fuck them, actually. She seems to do that a lot."

"Well, I'm sorry if we offended you. We were just being guys," Rob said.

"You didn't offend me. But I'm a guy too. I just don't see why the shoe only fits on the one foot because I'm his son," I said pointing at my Dad. "Just because Paula is older that me doesn't mean I wouldn't consider fucking her if she wasn't someone I knew, and wasn't your wife. She's hot!"

"Neil, you're crossing into a bad territory here. I don't think you should be talking like that about Paula. She's too old for you," Mack said.

"Funny, she's too old for me, but my ex wasn't too young for any of you guys to lust over. I find that just a tad hypocritical. Besides, Denise didn't think being older was such a big deal when I was with her."

"Who's Denise?" Dad asked, his face contorted, as he feared my answer.

"She's one of the women I was with over the weekend. She's 48, or something like that."

"You slept with a 48 year old woman?" Mack said, shocked.

"Well, in my defense, she doesn't look 48. Honest to God, she could pass for my age. I would have never guessed she was that old."

"Oh, so you didn't know until afterwards," Dad said, trying to explain away his disbelief...or his disgust. I wasn't really sure.

"Sure. If that's what you want to believe. But the truth is, no...I knew before. And it didn't matter. I wasn't marrying her. It was sex."

"So she's one of the ones you didn't fuck," Mack asked.

The whole conversation was now so totally away from Ann that it was ridiculous. I had wanted to deflect the conversation from her, but now I wished it was all about her. I would have preferred that to rehashing all the other things I'd done. But, as with all the women I'd referenced, I had made my bed, and now I was lying in it with them. My thoughts now were turning this back toward Ann. I didn't want to go into the cookout with them looking at her like just another piece of ass, because she wasn't.

"No, I fucked Denise. And I'd contend that if the circumstances were the same, any of you would have too. She was amazing!"

"Neil, I don't know what to think about all this. It's not like you to act like that," Dad said, giving me his 'disappointed' face.

"Please don't judge me, Dad. I didn't hurt anybody. You yourself said that you're glad to have me back to being me."

"Well, that's when I thought it was because of Ann." I shot him a look, and he knew, that second, that it was because of Ann. But he was still puzzled. "Then what's all this stuff about the other women?"

"That was a weekend. Look, if it weren't for Dawn, there would be no Ann. I wouldn't have spent the week hanging out with her, because I wasn't in the right frame of mind, and Ann wouldn't have wanted to be with that guy in the first place. The bitch pretty much killed my spirit, and Dawn gave that back to me. But she was just my lover for the weekend. Nothing more."

"What about the other three?" Rob asked, not wanting to change the direction of the conversation.

"What about them? If Ann doesn't care about them, why should you?"

"Ann knows?" Dad asked.

"Of course she does. The last thing I'm going to do is keep secrets from my girlfriend."

"So, she is your girlfriend?" Rob asked.

"For this week, yeah. And she doesn't care about my past, including the weekend. She's thankful Dawn and I hooked up, because she knows this week has all happened because of that. It is what it is, guys. And I have to tell you, it's refreshing to be with a woman who gets that, even if it is only for a week."

I felt good about how I ended that. I'd gotten lost in the moment and spilled too much. So much for playing it close to the vest! But at least the focus was back on Ann, which seemed so right. Maybe I wanted to get it all out; at least most of it. There was no way I wasn't bringing up Nancy. 

After what seemed like forever, we finally teed off. They kind of let the subject drop, but the mood from the conversation still ran through the group. It took a few holes, with me winning all three, for Mack and Rob to come to the realization that they needed to press me on Ann some more.

We were playing best ball, so between Dad and I, one of us needed a better score on a hole than the best score that either Mack or Rob had. If one of us tied their best score, we tied as a team. I had two pars, and I birdied the third hole. Rob and Mack both bogeyed the first two holes, and Rob parred the second, but my birdie beat him and Mack.

Down three holes after only playing three, Rob was the first to take a jab, and said, "So, is Ann as hot a piece of ass as your ex was?"

Now, normally I would have done a double take, and I might have gotten pissed. Using the ex in our little game was hitting below the belt. But I was on top of my game in more ways than one, so it didn't really bother me. The fourth hole is a short, downhill par three with a creek to the back. I hit a wedge to within 15 feet and turned back to Rob.

"That depends. She's not runway model stunning like the bitch was, but she's more beautiful."

"Oh...she's a 'pretty on the inside' kind of girl," he said kidding.

"Well, she is pretty on the inside but Ann is very pretty, period. In fact, she's gorgeous. What makes her so amazing is that she's this wholesome, Midwestern girl next door, who moved to California and became a woman. She blossomed."

"So, she went out at got some big tits?" Mack said with a laugh.

"No, thank God. She's probably a 34 B, but they sit so perfectly on her body, and as thin as she is, they look huge. They work for her, and for me. Besides, I'm an ass man, and Ann's ass is amazing!"

"I'm an ass man too," Rob said, trying to imply that he'd be checking Ann out when he met her.

He was just getting ready to hit, when I said, "Sometimes you're just an ass, Rob. But hey, that's great that you think of yourself as an ass man too. Maybe while you check out Ann's ass tonight, I'll find a way to get Paula to bend over in front of me. She's got a nice tight ass too."

Rob jerked his head, and hit a low, wicked slice that screamed over the green and splashed in the creek. He groaned out loud and turned to me. I just smiled, and held out my hand. Dad, standing next to me, gave me a low five, along with a deep little laugh.

Mack stood on the tee, and waited forever. Dad finally asked him if he was ever going to hit.

"I'm waiting to see if Neil was going to make some comment about Carrie."

"Nah. You guys have already got one in the water. That should be good enough," I said

He lined up his shot, and when he started his backswing, Dad said, "But if he did, he'd talk about those huge tits!" Mack pull hooked his shot over the green, and it skipped off the back fringe and bounced into the creek. Dad held out his hand, and I gave him five back. It was one of the first times I could remember that we'd totally beaten them at their own game. And a big part of that was the fact that I was on the offensive for the first time that I could remember.

I made an easy par, and we headed for the next hole. Mack and Rob upped their game, trying to think of anything they could to get too me. It didn't help them that they didn't know Ann, so they couldn't get too personal, and they were unwilling to bring up the ex again, knowing not to cross that line. They didn't want good natured fun to become ugly, and I appreciated that.

I took some hits, but never wavered in my demeanor or my game. I would counter attack, mentioning Carrie's huge chest or Paula's nice ass. Rob was getting used to the comments about Paula. But Mack was having trouble with me talking about Carrie like I was. When I said something about him wearing out her big tits fucking them, he actually turned red.

"I think you struck a nerve," my Dad said with a laugh. 

Things calmed down the rest of the front nine, and Dad and I won that half of the match pretty easily. We were winning the second half of the bet on the back nine, and Mack talked Rob into pressing us, which meant there would be a third bet on the last few holes so they could try and recoup the money they were losing.

No matter what Mack or Rob tried with me, it didn't work. On the 17th tee, after another attempt by both of my opponents to rattle me before I hit my drive, I laced a low hook around the bend of a dogleg left, and walked off the tee with a smile.

"Darren, I think Neil is really serious about this girl," Rob said.

Mack nodded and said, "Me too. I've never seen him like this. Every time we mention Ann, he only hits it straighter and farther."

"That one wasn't straight. He hit a draw...but I get your point," my Dad said laugh.

I smiled. Ann did seem to bring out the best in me, in a lot of different areas. The golf was a bit of an unexpected result, but there was something to what they were saying. While Dawn gave me the confidence to be me again, Ann gave me an inner peace. She helped me feel calm and secure. It was a quiet courage, resolved in the sensibility she provided me. 

As I stood there in the bright afternoon sunshine on a brilliant Indiana summer day, I reflecting on just exactly what it was about Ann that brought out the new sensations I was experiencing. When it came down to being totally honest with myself and what I thought was really at the root of what was causing my new outlook, it could only be love. What else could it be? That was how Ann made me feel...loved.

I was serious about Ann. But I felt like my hands were tied by the circumstances that life had presented me. I was confident, but I was still skeptical. Not of Ann, and how she felt about me, or how I felt about her. I was just stuck in the perception that we were two souls from different parts of the country, who were lucky enough to have fate bring us together for a brief, but amazing week together.

We finished off the round, with Dad and me taking both sides of the bet, and the press. I walked off the eighteenth green forty dollars richer. Mack and Rob were good natured about it, but that was the most they had ever lost to us. I felt a little bad, just a little, but I also felt really good about how the guys looked at me when were were done. I felt respected by them for the first time, not for being Darren's boy, but for being my own man.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Mack and Rob headed to my parents house after the match. Dad drove me back to the plant to get my car. The ride was silent at first. I felt awkward, having said a lot of things that I didn't regret, but wasn't sure how they would be viewed by Dad in private. Having never crossed the lines I'd leaped over with both feet, I didn't know what to expect. I'd always kept to myself the things that were said on the golf course amongst that group. But as the one that had ventured so far out of character, I wasn't sure what to expect in return.

Dad finally spoke up as we reached the edge of town, saying, "You really surprised me today, Neil."

"I'm afraid to ask what about," I said, staring at the floor of the car.

He reached over and patted me on my thigh. It was that loving gesture he'd done ever since I was a little boy, to let me know he loved me and was proud of me. I never had an issue telling either of my parents I loved them, and they were quick to let me know the same. Unlike a lot of fathers, mine had no problem saying it to me. But when he would pat me on the thigh, it was always made me feel special, like I was hearing him say it to me for the first time.

"Well, I did learn some things. But I want you to know I'm not judging what you did over your weekend. It obviously did you a lot of good, and like you said, you didn't hurt anybody."

I nodded, but continued to stare at the floor. Dad glanced over at me and gave me a little smile.

"I'm proud of you, Neil. That's the first time you've ever given it to those two as good as they've given you. Actually, you gave it better than them today. I know this may sound strange, but you acted like a man today. You weren't my son. You were an equal, not only in my eyes, but in theirs. When you defended Ann by standing up to Rob, I had a chill run down my spine. I know it made Rob blink."

"I'm sorry about that. I didn't mean to sound so angry."

"Don't be. He had it coming. And it certainly set the stage for an interesting evening. For you to say what you said, I can't wait to meet your...girlfriend."  "I'm a little nervous for her. I don't think she knows what she's getting into tonight."

"Then tell her. You're the one who said you weren't keeping secrets."

~*~*~*~*~*~

Dad was right, as usual. He dropped me off, and I followed him home so I could take a quick shower. That quick shower turned into a longer one, as I became lost in thought. I was struggling with the concept of love; the reality of what was happening, versus the fantasy of how I wished things could be. And I was working out in my head how to tell Ann what had happened on the golf course.

Caught up in my thoughts, I had forgotten that we would be having company. Rob and Mack had not come straight home from the golf course, and when Dad and I pulled in, Mom was gone, so the house was empty. It seemed like any other Friday, and since Dad was in his room taking his own shower, when I walked into mine, it never occurred to me that it wasn't just another start to a weekend.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 13



I stepped out of the bathroom and into the hallway still drying off. I did that a lot, since the bathroom was at the end of the hall, and my bedroom was the first door next to it. I walked into my room toweling off my hair, and I closed the door to my room behind me. My face was covered, and I heard a loud gasp. It was definitely female, and it was definitely not my Mom's. I lowered my towel to find Paula standing at the far side of my bed, her open suitcase on the mattress. I had forgotten that I would be sleeping on the couch.

I was frozen in place, towel at my side. It never occurred to me to cover myself up. My comments to Rob about Paula at the golf course came screaming from the back of my head to the front, like one of those spinning newspapers in the movies then end with a closeup of the headline; in this case, it read: PAULA HAS A NICE TIGHT ASS.

I was already semi hard from the shower. I usually got myself a little stimulated to make it easier to shave the base of my prick and my balls. My thick cock was hanging down slightly. Paula was transfixed, unable to tear her eyes away from it, and as she stared, I felt myself getting harder. 

I watched Paula carefully, trying to judge the situation I was in. Her breathing was shallow and rapid, her eyes unblinking. Her body trembling from what I could only assume was excitement. As I looked at her, I thought of Ann, and the similarities between the two. Even though Paula was in her early 50's, she could have easily passed for Ann's older sister. She looked like she was in her mid thirties, and always kept herself very fit.

Paula licked her lips ever so slightly. I'm sure her mouth was dry, since it had been open since she saw me, but that little subconscious reflex made my cock twitch. I found it interesting that I had never, ever, given a passing sexual thought towards any woman over 40 prior to the previous weekend. But since Denise, it was like my eyes had been opened. 

Now that they were wide open, I had to wonder what my hang up had been. Why couldn't a woman over 40 be viewed as sexy, or even sexual? I suppose a lot of that had to do with my own mother being in that age bracket. But as much as it might pain me, or send me into therapy, if I were absolutely honest about it, even my Mom would be lumped in with that group. She was also in her early 50's, and she didn't look it. She still acted and, I suppose, felt young. The fact that she and Dad were still very sexually active should have told me something, but I was too busy trying to ignore those obvious signs that it clouded my vision towards other older women. 

Paula's eyes weren't clouded at all. It didn't matter if I was 28, or 68. She wasn't concerned about whom the cock she was leering at was attached too, or how old it was. She was only concerned about the cock, which was now at full staff, and showing off just how big and purple it can get when it's excited.

I threw the towel on the floor next to the door and walked casually over to my dresser next to her, saying, "I'm sorry Paula. I didn't know you were in here. I didn't see your suitcase when I came in the first time."

The fact that not only had I not made an attempt to cover my crotch, but now I no longer could without the towel in my hand, was not lost on Paula. She cleared her throat and tried to compose herself, but it was a losing battle. She had to turn and sit down on the bed. She was staring at my hard ass, not three feet from her face. I could feel her stare as I fished my g-string from the drawer.

I turned around quickly, my cock bobbing ominously in front of Paula, now less than a foot from her face. She stared at it, and then looked up at me with a wry smile.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you Neil."

"I could ask you the same question," I said with a wicked little smile of my own.

"So, what am I supposed to do? Suck you off? Is that what you're looking for...a blowjob?"

I took my g-string and held it on my finger. "No, I have a girlfriend. I don't think she would appreciate me having sex without her knowing about it, or being a part of it."

Paula looked surprised and said, "I thought Betsy said she was from California."

"She is."

"So, she's your girlfriend?"

"She is this week," I said as I made my cock twitch again in front of Paula's face.

"So...you're just teasing me now. Is that it?"

"In my defense, I didn't know you were in my room. I didn't even know you were in the house. Otherwise, I would have taken clothes with me into the bathroom."

"Perhaps that's true, but you didn't cover up when you saw me. I can only think that you're trying to embarrass an old woman."

"You're only old in actual age, Paula. You don't look it, and you've never acted it. And I'm sorry I didn't think to cover up at first. But the cat was already out of the bag, so to speak, so I figured that since you were enjoying looking, I might as well give you the full show."

"I see," Paula said, reaching out to stroke my cock. Pre-cum leaked from the tip, and she coated the head with it as she looked at the thick veins that gave it life. "Wouldn't the 'full show' include a happy ending?"

"I told you, Paula. I have a girlfriend." 

"She's not a 'real' girlfriend. She's leaving soon, isn't she?" Paula said, trying to coax me into letting her have some fun. 

"Yes, but I made a commitment to her this week. And after all I've been through, Paula, you should know that I'm not the kind of guy that would cheat on a girlfriend; even one that's only going to be here the rest of the week. Ann would have to know for me to do this. And I'm not calling to get her permission."

"You're absolutely certain?" she said, licking her lips again.

"Yes Paula. In my mind, I'm with Ann until she leaves, and that's not until Sunday. Look, I can tell you're turned on. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have let this get this far. I should've covered myself up. I don't want you to be angry, or hurt."

"I'm not, Neil. Just a little disappointed. But I admire your principles. Almost as much as you're lovely penis," she said as she continued to study my shaft and balls.

"Jeez, Paula...are you going to be able to get this out of your mind tonight?"

"Eventually, but I may need to spend a few moments alone in your room, if you don't mind."

I laughed and said, "I'd love to help you, but you understand."

"Yes, honey. I do. I shouldn't be doing this either, at least with you. I've changed your diapers, for Christ's sake."

"Well, then this isn't all that awkward at all, is it?"

"What do you mean?"

I reluctantly pulled my dick away and walked to the closet. "That wasn't the first time you've played with my cock," I said as I pulled out some shorts. I stepped through them and pulled them up over my hips, carefully tucking my hard cock inside as I zipped them up.

"You're not going to put on any underwear?" she asked, acting like a Mom.

I threw the g-sting toward her and said, "I was going to wear that, but it's literally going to be hard to get them on right now, and I have to go get Ann."

"Well, you should wear something else then."

I walked back in front of Paula, and said, "You know, you were a lot sexier when you weren't in 'Mom' mode."

"Sexy? Me?"

"Absolutely." 

I put the g-string away and pulled out a T-shirt and pulled it over my chest. 

I walked over to the door, and looked back. Paula had turned, unable to take her eyes off me. 

"Would you like me to lock the door?" I asked as I opened it.

"Yes, please," she said as she stood and started to unbutton her pants. She pulled down the zipper ever so slowly, showing me her yellow laced panties. Paula then reached into her suitcase and pulled out a vibrator from one of the pouches.

I wanted to stand it the doorway and watch her, but I knew better. I closed the door and walked down the hallway, wondering if I'd once again crossed a line that I should have never been near. I was a little unnerved when I walked though the kitchen. Mom and Carrie were in the kitchen, and I had to fight not to stare at the huge cleavage Carrie was showing. 

I gave Carrie a hug, and Mom as well. Carrie gave me a strange look as she realized I'd just pressed my hard cock into her abdomen. I tried not to react, but I wasn't sure I pulled it off. Carrie just gave me an awkward smile

"Did you see Paula?" Mom asked.

"Yeah, we saw each other," I said, thinking about how she'd seen a lot more of me. "I'll be back in a little while...I'm going to pick up Ann."

Carrie smiled, and I think she figured I was excited about going to get her. At least, that's how I explained it to myself in my head. It was a better answer than admitting to myself that I was hard because I'd been toying around with Paula. I grabbed my sandals on the way out and walked into the garage, and Dad was busy cleaning the grill. Mack and Rob were sitting in some lawn chairs drinking a beer. 

"Going to get your girl?" Dad asked.

"Yeah, I'll be back."

"Well, hurry. We can't wait to meet her," Rob said.

"I'll bet," I said.

"We'll behave, I promise," he said, actually sounding sincere. I didn't really believe him. Dad gave me a reassuring little nod, and I knew it meant to talk to Ann. 

I decided I would...I just had no idea where to begin, not to mention what to say. I only knew it was going to be important to tell her the truth. I knew it was all about us trusting each other. And that thought gave me the strength I needed to start the car and go get my girlfriend.



Ann: A Love Story Ch. 14



Ann was waiting for me in her parent's front yard, sitting in a lawn chair of her own. She got up and my eyes almost came out of their sockets. She was wearing a pair of very short cut off jean shorts, with the legs cut off at her crotch, exposing every single inch of her amazing tanned legs. Up top, she was wearing a tight, light orange tank top that was cropped to show her wonderful flat stomach. Her low sandals matched the color of her shirt. She wore an ankle bracelet, and had a toe ring on, bringing even more attention to her wonderful legs.

Ann bounced over to the car, making it even more clear to me that she'd left her bra inside. She quickly walked to the passenger door, not letting me get out, which would have been tough anyway. I was still rock hard, something she noticed as soon as she leaned over to give me a kiss.

"Wow. Somebody's happy to see me!"

"That I am. But I have a confession to make."

"Ooooh, a girl never likes to hear that when a guy picks her up. What's going on?"

"Let me get out of the driveway," I said, and I pulled out and drove around the block. I actually pulled in to the parking lot of a mortuary that was midway between the Franklin house, and my parents. I parked and shut off the engine.

"Kind of a morbid stopping place, don't you think? What's the matter, Neil...did you have a bad round of golf?"

I stared at the windshield for a moment, unsure of how to even start. Ann put her hand on my leg and stroked the bare skin. She could tell I was troubled. Well, not troubled, really. I was more uptight than anything, and the fact that I was sporting a huge boner because of Paula wasn't helping.

"Neil, no matter what it is...we can get through this together. Okay?"

Just the way Ann said that made me light up inside. It was another shining example of the love I felt from her. And that made my love for her practically burst out of my chest. Suddenly, what seemed so difficult seconds before became incredibly easy to talk about. I spilled my guts, telling Ann everything that happened during the golf match. I told her everything I'd said and done, as well as the rest of the group.

"So, this is going to be a little more than your normal meet and greet," she said with a smile.

"You don't know the half of it, literally," I said. Then I told her what had happened at the house with Paula, and then on my way out of the house. 

"So, you just left her there to take care of herself?"

"Yeah."

"Neil, you should have just fucked her. I'm leaving on Sunday. You don't need my permission."

"Oh yes I do, Ann. This is no different than Nancy. I'm yours for the week. We've talked about this."

"Okay, you're right. And I would do the same for you. I just don't seem to have guys falling into my lap like you have women fawning all over you."

"That's a little unfair. Anyway, that should tell you what I think of you. I wouldn't be sitting here with a hard on if I didn't have the willpower to walk away."

"Wow! I never thought of that. I guess you do care about me, huh?"

I grabbed Ann's hand and held it tightly. "Yes, I do!"

Ann sucked in her breath. It was as close as we'd ever come to actually saying what we were really feeling about each other. At that point, I think we were both afraid to say it. But we knew it. Still, time was passing us like a steamroller; slow and steady, and ready to crush us if we didn't keep moving. 

Ann finally broke the silence by saying, "I have one question."

"What's that?"

"Did you have leave Paula like that. Couldn't you have at least given the poor woman a cucumber?"

I burst out laughing and said, "She had her own vibrator. I'll be surprised if my Mom doesn't hear it buzzing if she walks back to her bedroom."

We hugged, and I felt relieved that everything was out in the open. Sharing a quick kiss, she broke it off and said, "Let's go have some fun!" The look of determination on Ann's face made me wonder if I should warn the guys about HER.

~*~*~*~*~*~

We pulled into the driveway, and Dad had the Weber heating up. The wonderful smell of flaming charcoal filled the car as I parked. My three golf partners were standing next to the grill, creating a veritable gauntlet for Ann to pass. Intentional or not, it was a situation that unnerved me a little. Ann reached over and took my hand, squeezing it.

"Don't worry, baby. Everything's going to be fine. Give me a quick who's who so I know what to expect."

"The big guy closest to us is Rob. The guy next to him is Mack. And the man holding the spatula is my Dad."

"Rob is with Paula, right?"

"Yep."

"Okay, so Mack is with Carrie. I Got it. Let's go!"

I got out and acted the gentleman, and heard about it from Rob and Mack as I opened the door for Ann. She got out, swinging her sexy legs out with her ankles still crossed, holding out her hand for me to help her up. As she stood, I couldn't help but notice she was glowing with self-confidence. Ann seemed to have raw sexuality pouring out of every pore of her body. She was the very essence of a woman, and she was exuding it as she walked toward the men gawking as they stood just outside the garage on the driveway.

I held Ann's hand as we walked, past Rob and Mack and their stunned gaze. 

"Dad, this is Ann Franklin. Ann, this is my Dad," I said, introducing them to her.

"Very nice to meet you, Mr. Thomas," Ann said. Her smile was brighter than the late afternoon sun, starting its decent in the western sky. 

Dad stuck out his hand, and dispensed with the formalities right away. "Call me Darren, please, Ann. It's wonderful to finally meet you."

Ann looked at his hand, and smiled, ignoring it. She glanced back up at Dad's eyes and leaned in for a big hug. "I'm sorry, Darren. A handshake just doesn't seem right to me. After all, you're my boyfriend's Dad." They embraced for a lot longer than I would have ever imagined, and finally she pulled back a little and said, "Yep, that felt right, don't you think?"

Dad nodded and said, "Yes, sweetie. It did. Welcome to our home."

"Thanks!" she said still beaming.

Dad did the honors, and introduced Ann to our guests. Her arms still wrapped around Dad's waist and his around her shoulder as he walked her over towards his buddies.

"Ann, this is Mack Richardson. He's been a friend of the family for a very long time."

Ann held out her hand and said, "Hello, Mr. Richardson."

"Call me Mack, Ann. Nice to meet you."

"And this, is Rob Foster," Dad said.

"Call me Rob," he said, staring a hole through Ann as she shook his hand.

"Rob. Nice to meet you too." 

I took Ann's hand and pulled her with me, more to get her away from Rob's eyes than anything. "We'll be back in a little bit. I need to introduce Ann to Mom," I said.

We walked into the house into the privacy of the mud/laundry room. Ann took me in her arms and pushed me back against the washer, giving me a quick kiss. "Relax, Neil. I've got this covered. Just have a good time, and don't worry about me. I'm a big girl, okay? I can take care of myself, and I can certainly handle those two. This will be fun."

I nodded, and led Ann into the house. Mom and Carrie were still in the kitchen talking. We walked around the corner, and my Mom lit up. Ann returned a beaming smile, and walked straight over to my Mom with her arms wide open. It must have been a woman thing, because they hugged before they were ever properly introduced.

When Mom finally let Ann go, I said, "Mom, this is Ann Franklin. Ann, this is..."

"Mom. It's very nice to meet you Mrs. Thomas. I feel like I already know you. Thank you so much for having me over."

"You can call me Betsy, dear...or, Mom," she said with a nervous laugh.

Ann thought it was cute, and said, "Okay Mom. You've raised a wonderful son."

"Thank you. We're pretty proud of him."

Ann walked back to me and put her arms around me, and gave me a huge wet kiss. "I'm pretty proud of him too," she said staring into my eyes.

I nodded toward Carrie, and Ann looked over and said, "I'm sorry. I tend to get a little carried away with Neil."

"Ann, this is Carrie Richardson. She's Mack's wife,"

Carrie opened her arms for a hug, and Ann turned back to me and said, "I'm going in, Neil. If I'm not back in five minutes, come and get me." I looked at her like she was nuts, and she said, "I'm not that big, baby. I might fall into that big cleavage she's showing off. So, come in and get me...but don't go face first or you'll forget what you're looking for!" 

Carrie blushed, but my Mom let out a huge laugh of approval. I kind of snickered as Ann pretended to be scared to hug Carrie, and that made Carrie lighten up about what Ann had said. 

Ann had only pointed out the obvious. Carrie had always dressed in very low cut tops and dresses to show off what had to be 38DD tits, but no one ever talked about them. They were like the elephant in the room we all tried to ignore. But Ann was bold enough to not only mention it, but to make light of it. I could feel my Mom warming up to Ann just for that.

Carrie and Ann had a quick hug, and when Ann pulled back and made an even bolder move. She quickly cupped Carrie's big tits and made them bounce.

"Sorry, Mrs. Richardson. I couldn't help myself. Mack must have a blast playing with those things! Neil, are you sure mine are good enough, babe?" Ann said as she squeezed hers together and pushing her chest out.

Ann had basically announced to my Mom that I'd seen her tits. And yet, it didn't phase me at all. "They're perfect, Ann. Don't ever change them," I said as I winked at her as I leaned against the wall.

Ann looked at Carrie, who had a look of disbelief on her face. I don't think that she could believe that Ann basically just felt her up a little bit. "Are you okay, Mrs. Richardson?" Ann asked her.

"Uh...yes dear."

"I hope I didn't offend you. You just seem so proud of your breasts. I mean, why else would you have them sticking out like that if you didn't want us to notice them and comment on them, right? I know if I had big ones like that, I'd be sticking them out there for the world to see. That's why I go without a bra sometimes. I don't have nice boobs like you, but I do have amazing nipples. You have to use what you have to get men to look, right...Mrs. Richardson?"

"Call me Carrie, Ann. And with legs like yours, you'll never have to worry about men looking at you."

"Thanks," Ann said. Then she turned to my Mom and said, "I didn't embarrass you, did I Mom?"

"No dear. I've been around the block. And it's not just your legs. I'm pretty sure I know my Neil, and his eyes will be staring just a little farther north of your legs, when you're walking away from him."

Ann looked over her shoulder and jutted her ass out like she was looking at it. Then she looked at me and grinned as she wiggled it back and forth, which obviously drew my attention, and a smile.

I was about to blush, but Ann said, "I already knew that, Mom. That's why I wore these cutoffs. They're like the ones he used to wear in High School. Well, maybe they're a little shorter. He'd be sticking out of these," she said with a giggle.

That made my Mom blush a little, but she didn't say anything. I stopped caring at that point. Ann was being who she was, and that meant more to me than anything. There was no pretending to be innocent...or worse yet, a virgin. She was a woman, and you either liked her or you didn't. I found that incredibly refreshing, and sexy.

We talked for a little while, and finally, my Mom said, "Where's Paula. You have to meet Paula."

Ann gave me a quick glance and smiled. She started to say something, but I gave her an evil stare, warning her not to. Instead, Ann gave me a little pout, which almost had me laughing. Just then, Paula came out from the back. She had an ambiance about her and an aroused look on her face. She strolled barefoot through the family room in a new outfit. Black short shorts and a tight bright pink T-shirt. I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra from her hard nipples poking at the fabric. Her breasts were smaller like Ann's, and they seemed to have very little sag, but that really didn't matter.

Mom and Carrie were a little surprised by Paula's attire, because she usually dressed so conservative. Carrie was the one that was more outgoing fashion wise, but that had a lot to do with her tits, as Ann pointed out. But Ann and I could only smile. 

Ann leaned into me and said, "You had some effect on her. She looks like she's been cumming for the last half hour!" She might have been. It had been almost an hour since I had left to go get Ann. But Ann was right; there was no doubt from the glassy look in her eyes that Paula had one hell of an orgasm. Oddly, Paula walked right past us, into the garage, never saying a word. 

Mom and Dad kept a second refrigerator out there for drinks, and Paula came back with three beers. She handed one to me, and one to Ann, and said, "Hi, I'm Paula. You must be Ann." Paula twisted open her long neck, and took a long swig, then rubbed her mouth with the back of her hand. It was a very uncouth move for a woman who had never shown anything but class. 

"Hi Paula. It's great to meet you," Ann said as she twisted off her cap and joined Paula with a big swig of her own, and wiping her mouth the same way. "Thanks for the beer."

"You're welcome," Paula said as she looked over at me.

I had opened my beer, and I lifted it in a silent toast to Paula, who gave me a quick wink in return.

"So, are you feeling better?" Ann asked Paula, putting her on the spot in front of two of her oldest friends.

"Uhhh...yes, much better, thanks."

"Better. What's wrong," my Mom asked. 

Ann swooped in and said, "Neil was telling me that Paula was feeling a little hot earlier. She had to lie down and cool off. Right Paula?"

Paula's eyes got wide. She scrambled to fill in the gaps from Ann putting her on the spot. "Yeah...but I'm okay now. I'm not sure what came over me."

"Why didn't you tell me, Neil," Mom asked, almost scolding me.

"It's okay, Betsy. I told him I needed to be alone for a while. I'm okay now. Like Ann said, I just got overheated."

"Maybe it was just something that got you worked up. Sometimes I have moments where I just break out in a sweat, and I have to strip and lie down. That, or a cold shower," Ann said with smile.

Paula looked at me, and I just smiled and shrugged my shoulders a little before I took another sip of my beer. 

"Sounds like menopause," Carrie said.

"Thanks, Carrie. Just announce to the world that I'm really old. It isn't menopause."

"She's not old enough for menopause," Ann said in defense. Paula smiled at her, but Ann followed that by saying "Maybe it was some other kind of men that gave you a pause...or maybe it was a man. I know I get really hot when I think about Neil. What do you think, Paula?"

Paula had beer come out of her nose from the gulp she was drinking at the time. She started coughing, and that kind of changed the mood of the room. When she finally got her bearings again, she just grabbed Ann and gave her a big hug. It was obvious Ann had had an effect on Paula too, in a positive way. They were suddenly acting like long lost sisters.

Mom had me take the tray of meat out to Dad, and Ann stayed behind to do some girl talk, no doubt about me. I wasn't worried. Whatever Ann felt she needed to say was fine by me. I was happy, and I knew that Ann wouldn't say anything that would hurt me, not permanently, anyway. I was outside the garage with the guys, getting congratulations in the form of sarcastic verbal jabs. The general consensus was that Ann was a big hit, especially with my Dad.

"She's a real keeper," he said.

"That's going to have to be a big holding tank," Mack said, referencing the live well a boat would have to save the 'keeper' fish. "California is a long way from here."

Like I needed yet another reminder. If I wasn't already doing it to myself all the time, it seemed like I was constantly getting hints and signs that Ann not only lived a long way from me, but that she would be leaving very soon. 

I felt like I was surrounded with anal football announcers who were constantly giving the down and distance, and the time remaining in the game. In my case, the down always seemed like it was fourth, the distance was 2,200 miles, and the time left was less than 48 hours...and I had no time outs. The silver lining was that even though time was winding down, Ann and I were scoring a lot.

I sighed, and took another swig of my beer, finishing it. I was going to head to the fridge to get me another one, when the door to the house opened. Ann stepped out and placed her bottle into the bin next to the fridge. "Who needs another beer?" she said as she looked over at us. She'd taken off her sandals, choosing to go barefoot just like Paula had been inside. And that only made her look sexier to me. Heels would have been perfect, but this was the next best thing.

All of us raised our hands, and Ann smiled. She saw the tray I had brought out the plates of meat on, and she came over to the little table Dad had set up next to the grill and grabbed it

"Guess I just elected myself to play waitress for you boys," she said as she strutted back to the fridge. She knew all of our eyes were on her, and when she opened the door to the fridge full of beer, she didn't reach for the top shelf. Instead, Ann suggestively bent over at the waist with her feet spread apart about shoulder width, and she took her time getting five bottles from the very bottom. We were getting a world class view of her ass and legs.

Ann looked over her shoulder as she put the last bottle on the tray, and she flashed us all a wicked grin as she stood up and spun around, shutting the door on her way back to us. She held the tray like a pro, and I wondered if she ever HAD been a waitress. She handed me my beer first and winked at me as she turned to face the other three. She put the tray down, and opened my Dad's beer for him.

"There you go, Dad," she said with a smile. 

It took him by surprise, but he smiled back and said, "Thank you sweetie."

"You're welcome," she said as she kissed him on the cheek.

Ann grabbed a second beer and opened it. "Here you go, Mack. Can you handle that yourself, or do you need me to get Carrie out here to be your bottle holder?"

Mack blushed, and said, "Uh...no, that'll be fine."

"What in the world does that mean?" I asked.

"Oh, Carrie was just telling us girls how Mack likes to stick things between her tits. I would have guessed it was just what's hanging between his legs, but apparently he uses them for all kinds of things."

"Come on, now. Don't make it out like I'm some kind of pervert," he said, trying to defend himself.

"You're only a pervert if you're playing with someone else's tits besides your wife. And if I had tits that big, I'd want my man to do all the kinky things he wanted to with them," she said, glancing briefly at me.

"So, you stuff your beer bottle between Carrie's breasts?" Rob asked.

"ONE TIME, OKAY! I DID IT ONCE!"

"Man, don't get so defensive, Mack. Ann's right, it's no big deal. It's not like we all don't know Carrie's stacked. She's always got them floating out there like a couple of blimps. I'm pretty sure we've all thought of stuffing something in that huge chest of hers. I know I have," I said with a grin as I raised my beer to my lips.

Having put Mack on the defensive, Ann turned her attention toward Rob. She took the empty from his hand and replaced it with a fresh bottle. Grabbing her own, she stood in front of him with her left hand on her hip and took a big swig. Rob followed suit, and Ann smiled at him. Rob got a funny look on his face as Ann stared him down. He became fidgety, and was shifting from foot to foot like a kid that was in trouble with his mother. Finally, Ann took another little drink and let out a giggle.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 14



"What?" Rob said, looking at us for help. He finished his beer in another nervous gulp, and Ann took it, her fingers touching his hand as she grasped the bottle, making him flinch. She giggled again and returned to the fridge.

"Anybody else?" she asked. The rest of us still had plenty, so she just got Rob one, making sure she bent farther over as she reached for the bottom shelf. She made a quick glance back through her legs, and Rob quickly diverted his stare, while the rest of us didn't bother. She wanted to be watched. When she stood up and turned around, she stared past the rest of us, focusing just on Rob.

As she twisted open his beer and threw the cap into the trash, she stood there, still standing at the refrigerator. "Paula's right. You do have a problem looking a pretty girl in the eye, don't you?"

"WHAT! She told you that!"

"Uh-huh. So, tell me Rob. What color are my eyes?" 

"What?"

"I stood in front of you while you drank that beer. I was looking at you the entire time. You should be able to tell me what color my eyes are. So, what are they?"

"I...I don't know. But in my defense, no guy ever remembers the color of a woman's eyes."

Dad, Mack and I all said, "Brown," almost simultaneously. 

Ann busted out laughing as she walked over to hand Rob his beer. As she did, she said, "That's okay Rob. If I had asked you how long my nipples are, I'm sure you would have known the answer."

Rob blushed, but his eyes darted right back to her tits like they were laser targeted. 

"Are you done now Rob? Jeez, Paula told me you were an ass man." 

"I am," he said with a wicked little grin, "I've just never seen a woman who didn't care if her nipples stick out like yours do."

"That doesn't make any sense. You're married to one."

Rob let out a huge laugh and said, "No I'm not!" He obviously hadn't seen Paula and how she was dressed when she came out to the garage to get the beers for us earlier. Ann let it go, and started drinking her beer again, letting Rob continue to stare at her tits. 

"Look at them all you want Rob," she said.

Embarrassed the he kept getting caught, he diverted his eyes, and said, "Well, I really am an ass man, and, my wife does have a great one." 

"Better than mine," Ann said as she turned around.

Ann was standing close to Rob, and he had to back up a couple of steps to get his large gut out of the way just so he could look. He had one of those stomachs that stuck out so far he couldn't see his shoes. Ann looked over her shoulder at what he was doing, and turned around. Patting Rob on his stomach, she said, "You know, you really should switch to light beer. What are you trying to do there, build some kind of shelter for Paula so she doesn't get wet in the shower when she blows you?"

I thought my Dad and Mack were going to literally fall down from the laughter. It was so loud that Paula came outside to see what was going on, and to get another beer for herself. 

"What's so funny?" she asked.

Ann didn't hesitate to tell Paula what she said, much to Rob's horror. But Paula took it in stride and said, "Oh, no...I won't go there without his belt on. If that big slab of meat fell on my head I think it would kill me. I only suck his dick when he's lying down. It's much safer."

Rob was turning more shades of red than you could imagine, and then he suddenly realized how Paula was dressed. His laser eyes directed their beady beams towards her nipples, mentally measuring and comparing them to Ann's. Ann noticed he was no longer staring at her, and why.

"See, you are a breast man. Are Paula's nipples bigger than mine?"

Rob wouldn't answer. Instead, he sat down in a lawn chair and took another long draw of his beer, swallowing any embarrassment he might have felt. Paula went over and sat on his knee, giving him a close up view of the braless form of her chest.

"Yours are bigger, Ann," Paula said. "He knows it; he just doesn't want to say it in front of me. But that's okay. Mine didn't used to be this big when we were first married. All those years of him sucking on them made them bigger, I think."

I was learning more than I ever imagined. Paula had totally come out of her shell, at least in front of me. Maybe she was just reserved when I wasn't around. 

When Carrie came outside, and all eyes quickly diverted to her. She stopped in her tracks and looked at all of us, unnerved by the sudden attention.

"What? Is something wrong?"

Paula laughed and said, "No Carrie. We were just being a little risqué out here."

"Well don't stop on my account," she said as she reached in and got herself a beer.

"Okay, we were talking about nipples. Ann's are bigger than mine, but Rob doesn't want to tell her because he thinks I'll be jealous."

"Good Lord, at least you both have nipples that are perfect. I'd die for them. I've got these big tits, but my nipples seem so tiny...at least to me."

"Maybe you just need Rob to suck on them for a while. Apparently that's what's made Paula's so big," Dad said, which was way out of character for him.

Carrie laughed and said, "That's bullshit. If anything, they're bigger because she sucked on them herself so much when we were in college. She was always sucking and pulling on them."

"Really?" Mack asked.

"I thought if I did, maybe my tits would get bigger, like Carrie's."

"Where in the world would you get an idea like that?" I asked.

"That's what I told her. The joy of being like an older sister...teasing your younger sister that's really naive," Carrie said with a laugh.

"Well, we're not sisters; I'm not naïve anymore, and I got even, didn't I?" Paula said with a laugh.

"I'd rather not talk about that," Carrie said, a nervous shiver visibly going down her spine.

"What?" Ann asked, speaking for all of us.

Rob practically groaned. "Never mind, you'll never get it out of them. Mack and I have been trying for years. Whatever it was, they won't talk about it."

Mom stepped into the garage and said, "They won't talk about what?"

"Some deep dark secret they've been hiding since they were in college together."

"Which one?" Mom asked.

Paula and Carrie looked at her like she was holding a gun on the both of them. Carrie was shaking her head, and Paula just stared in fear. It was obvious that their secret had been shared with another person in our little party. 

"What do you mean which one?" Rob asked.

"Both of them. The both have a lot of dirty little secrets. I suppose I do too," Mom said with a laugh.

Mom looked at her dear friends, women she had known since college when they had roomed together. Mom and Carrie were a year older than Paula, and Paula had joined them during their sophomore year. They had been friends well over 30 years, and I'm sure they had hundreds of little secrets. 

"So, what is it?" I asked.

"Oh, I can't tell you sweetie. A sorority sister would never do that to another," Mom said. Paula and Carrie both breathed a sigh of relief. 

~*~*~*~*~*~

The conversation was dropped as Dad started taking the meat off the grill. We were inside eating a few minutes later. Ann had the place of honor at the head of the table, my parents on either side of her. It could have been intimidating for her, but she was handling it with a grace I'd never seen any of my girlfriends' pull off. I was sitting at the other end of the table, and watched with admiration as she had them both laughing throughout dinner.

After dinner was over, I thought the party might die down, but Mom had other ideas. Playing the role of the perfect hostess to the hilt, she brought out dessert and a game. The eight of us played a fast paced dice game, and ate the chocolate cake that had been taunting me since Mom had made it the day before. 

I was astonished at how well Ann fit in to my family dynamic. She was competitive, had a sharp wit with a biting sarcasm that rivaled mine and my Dad's, and yet she was honest and affable in the way she interacted. She seemed comfortable in any group she found herself in. Several times, I found the rest of the group waiting on me to take my turn because I was too busy just staring in marvel at the stunning woman across the table from me.

We played for hours, until Ron said he was heading to bed. I looked at my watch and noticed that it was almost eleven. We said our goodnights, and I told Mom and Dad I had to get Ann home. Ann gave everyone in the room a hug, her way of saying a real goodbye. She thanked my parents, taking more than a moment to hug them both. I'm sure I saw a little tear in my Mom's eye when she told me she would have the hide-a-bed made up for me in the living room when I got back. She really loved Ann. And I wasn't so sure that I didn't too.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Ann and I walked outside. It was a beautiful summer evening. The sky was clear, and the stars seemed to be closer than ever. I thought about driving her home, but I was suddenly inspired.

"Are you in a hurry to get home?" I asked Ann.

"Not particularly, why?" she said with a naughty smirk.

"Can I walk you home?"

"Is that what their calling it these days?" she said as she grabbed the crotch of my shorts.

I opened the hatch of my car and pulled out a big, thick horse blanket. Grabbing her hand, we headed down the driveway.

"Oh, you were serious."

"In more ways than one," I said as we started down the deserted street.

The Franklin home was about five blocks from my parents' house. But they weren't ordinary blocks. We had to cross the main road through town four blocks away. Not that that was a big deal. In a town of 5,000 people, there wasn't a lot of traffic in the middle of the day, never mind the night. On the other side of Main Street, after a half a block, we had to pass a furniture store. Next to the store was a huge open lot, big enough for a full sized football field. It was all grass, owned and maintained magnificently by the people that owned the store. But it wasn't prime real estate, in that it fell well below street level by a good twenty feet.

The field was a shortcut. Walking across it would lead to the Ann's parents house. The far edge of the field was directly across from the front of their ranch. So it wasn't a surprise to Ann that we were crossing the field. It was that we stopped halfway for me to spread out the blanket. Because we were well below street level, we were out of sight of any headlights that might pass by, and there were no streetlights that illuminated the grounds. It was a dark, grassy oasis less than a hundred yards from Main Street. 

I lay down, and pulled Ann to me. She giggled as she settled in next to my body. We kissed, and it was electric. I pulled away and got on my back, and had Ann do the same, gazing up into the heavens above.

"You are a hopeless romantic," Ann said.

Recalling a line from 'Romancing the Stone', I said, "A hopeful romantic, actually."

Lying still, we let the moment wash over us, holding hands. It was beautiful, more so because we were sharing it together. Listening to the sounds of crickets, I couldn't help but feel at peace.

"Make love to me, Neil."

Ann moved onto her side, and started stroking my cock through my shorts. 

"Are you sure?" I said, noting the surroundings.

"There's no one within a hundred miles," she said, her words convincing in her sincerity. She was right, in spirit. We were alone, and would be alone. The fact that we were within sight of her parents house only made what she wanted more exciting to the both of us. Sitting up, Ann lifted her shirt over her head, exposing her perfect breasts to the night air. It was comfortable outside, but crisp enough that she had goose bumps; although they could have been from the thrill of what we were about to do. 

"You amaze me," I said as I removed my own shirt. Ann leaned forward and took a nipple into her mouth, sucking hard on it, using her tongue like I'd done to her. I couldn't believe how excited that could make me. As she nipped at my chest, Ann reached down and unbuttoned my shorts, slowly lowering my zipper. Reaching in with her small hand, she fished my cock out of the leg, springing it free. 

"I love it when you don't wear underwear. God it makes me hot thinking about it."

"Why?" I said as she helped my shorts over my hips, taking them off and setting them to the side with my shirt. Ann stared at my naked body and practically drooled.

"There's just something about you being so free, and letting it all hang loose for a girl to stare at. I could see the outline of your head all afternoon. I'm sure Carrie and Paula did too."

I was fully erect, my thick veins throbbing, feeding the shaft and keeping it hard as granite. Ann wrapped her hand around it as I fiddled with the button on her tight shorts. Pulling down her zipper, she stood up so I could get the shorts past her hips more easily. 

"I love it went you don't wear underwear," I said as she stepped out of the cut offs and stood naked in front of me.

"Yeah, great minds think alike. I've been thinking about fucking you since I sucked you off at lunch. And I love the way the denim rubs against my clit. I've been so close to cumming all night."

I reached up and cupped Ann's pussy, feeling her wetness. She was practically dripping. I wanted to sit up and eat her as she stood there, but Ann had other ideas. She grabbed me by the hair and pushed me onto my back. 

"No offense, baby, but I need that big cock stuffed into my pussy. I've waited all day for this!"

Straddling my torso, Ann held my shaft straight up from my body and easily slid her warm cunt over my cock, swallowing it inside all the way to my balls. She let out a gasp that seemed to echo into the night.

"You make me feel so fucking full, Neil. You hit places inside of me I didn't know I had," Ann said as she moved her inner walls, gripping at my prick.

Ann started moving up and down over my shaft, moving her hips in a slight circular motion as she put her hands on my pecs for leverage. I reached up and grabbed her nipples, pulling them as she gritted her teeth. I know she wanted to scream out, but she couldn't. Having to swallow her passion and keep that emotion inside only made Ann more intense. 

Perhaps it was because Ann and I had a quick tryst at lunch that we both hoped could be more, and last longer, and it felt like we had unfinished business to attend to. Or maybe it was because we had been so worked up at the cookout from the flirting and sexual repartee. It could have been the lack of underwear that kept us on that sexual ledge; or simply it was that we were two naked lovers under the night sky, rutting like wild animals in heat. And it was possible, and even likely, that it all of those things effecting us together; the proverbial 'all of the above'. The result was magical. In that setting, naked and sweating the way nature intended, Ann and I connected more than any time before. 

It was, in a word, magical. We didn't speak, and we barely made a sound. It was as if we were listening, taking in the surroundings as we became one with each other, and with the cosmos. It was almost like it was our personal universe, and the two of us were celebrating life. When I would make a move, Ann would anticipate it and move her body to make the sensations more incredible. And I felt like I was reading her mind, making split second responses to what her body needed. A touch here, a lick there, and gentle rub of my foot along her inner leg. Our bodies were in total synch as we slowly ground our pelvises against each other.

I rolled Ann onto her back, and she let out a romantic little moan as she stared up at the stars as I pushed deeper into her warm, wet cunt. I could see the reflection of them in her dark brown eyes as she held them open wide, soaking in the experience of making love in the great outdoors. A gentle breeze blew over us, rustling the leaves in the distance. The sensation of that current flowing over my skin gave me a renewed energy.

I began increasing my stroke, in length and in power, building up my speed. Ann lifted her hips off the blanket, encouraging me to bend her and increase the leverage. Slipping her legs up my back, I knew she wanted me to hook my arms in her knees and roll her up, high on her neck. Her feet were next to her ears as her legs moved up on my shoulders. I was digging my toes into the blanket, my legs stiff. My arms held my upper body in position. The only part of my body moving was my ass, and it was working overtime.

Each downward thrust into Ann's tight slit brought an audible exhale, like I was plunging the air out of her. Any fear that I had contorted Ann into a position of discomfort was dispelled by the look of absolute bliss on her face, which was quickly followed by one of ecstasy. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she came. 

"Oh fuck!" she said quietly, her legs shaking as her orgasm ran through her body. It had been less than a week, and I had no idea how many climaxes I had witnessed Ann in the throes of. But I knew I'd never tire of it. The way she reacted to me was not only special, it was perfect. I soared when I made Ann cum. While I knew I wasn't the first that had ever got her there, she had a way of responding to me that made me feel like I was the only man that had that power. I know it seemed conceited to think it, but Ann seemed to worship what my cock could do to her; and my tongue, for that matter.

I worshiped all of Ann, from the top of her long brown curly hair, to the very tips of her elegantly manicured toes, and all of the fun erogenous zones in between. When her orgasm calmed a touch, I let her legs down and rolled her over, onto her hands and knees. Entering her from behind, I grabbed her hips and began bucking into her. 

I was moved by the imagery of the experience. On one level, there was the raw, earthy setting; an open, grass covered field under the stars. Then there was the position Ann and I were suddenly using; two horny creatures fucking the same way that all animals instinctively do when they heed the call to procreate. And on an entirely different plane, there was Ann, staring ahead, her eyes locked on her childhood home in the distance as she gave herself to her boyfriend in the most intimate way imaginable.

There was something very symbiotic about fucking Ann. We fed off each other, finding in ourselves an intense desire to please our partner. Once Ann had cum, she felt compelled to work harder to provide me what I needed. She was pushing back into me, never moving her head as she looked towards her parents home a couple hundred yards away. I imagined her playing in that very field as a child, and what her thoughts must have been at that moment as her gorgeous naked body writhed under me as we fucked doggy style into the night.

I reached under Ann, grabbing at her firm breasts, toying with her erect nipples as I pounded her. The only sound, besides our heavy breathing, was that of my weighty balls slapping against the wet underside of Ann's pussy. It sounded so perfect and passionate, and I wondered just how far away the sound waves traveled. Was I possible that anyone could hear it? 

Just thinking about that had my balls churning, the cum inside them starting to simmer. Ann, in just the few encounters we'd shared, knew me. She knew my patterns, and how my body worked. Most of all, she knew the signs of my impending orgasms like we'd been together for years. Sensing the beginning of my climax to come, Ann lowered her head a little and really started ramming back into me, making the collision of our crotches more violent. 

The action of her ass slamming against me made my balls hit her abdomen with more force, sending vibrations through them with each blow. They reverberated throughout my groin, and I was fast approaching what it seemed I'd spent all night building up to.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 14



There was no discussion about where I was going to cum. I didn't ask, and Ann didn't say. In that situation, outside fucking like animals, there was really on one destination that would be acceptable to either of us. I grabbed Ann's tits tightly, her nipples protruding from between my fingers. Making a couple of short, quick jabs, I thrust my cock deep inside of her one last time and held myself still.

It seemed like the cum was rising all the way from my toes. I could feel my ass clenching, the cheeks hollowing as I pumped jets of hot sperm deep into Ann's waiting womb. If she wasn't on the pill, and the timing was right, I was sure that load would have impregnated her. That's why animals fuck like we had, to breed. And it felt like it. My cock was alive inside of her, and as she felt it pumping and pulsing, moving all around, Ann started to giggle quietly, happy that she'd made me lose my load inside her. 

I collapsed on top of Ann, my cock still buried in her snatch. I was pressing her body into the lumpy terrain, and she never said a word.

"I feel so safe with you like this, baby," she said softly, her head turned to the side as I kissed her on the cheek. "It's like you're protecting me after mating. I feel so primitive right now."

"Well, that was certainly primal," I whispered into her ear.

We were like that for a minute or two, my prick slowly softening inside Ann as our breathing slowed. Reluctantly, I finally pulled out and rolled over, staring up into the star filled sky. Ann moved close to me, taking my hand in hers as we gazed upward, scanning the night. Fireflies lit all around us, the first time I'd really noticed them, and that added to the ambiance, like fireworks going off to celebrate what we'd just done. We were in no hurry to leave our grassy meadow, content to just lie next to each other and bask in the glow of our post coital rapture.

We lay quietly for the longest time, until finally Ann spoke, breaking the silent bond we'd been sharing together.

"Neil?"

"Yes?" 

"I love the feeling of your cum leaking out of me slowly like it is right now."

"Well, there's a happy thought," I said with a little laugh.

"It is to me. I know that may not be the most romantic thing you've ever heard, but believe it or not, it's romantic to me."

I turned my head toward her, and she did the same so we could look into each other's eyes. Even in the dark, I could see them shining...that window into her soul revealing a loving, caring woman. In her eyes I could feel that romantic connection she was referring too. The way she described it didn't seem so bizarre once I'd seen her eyes lighting up with life.

"You are an amazing woman, Ann. Tonight has been so wonderful, and I'm not just talking about this."

"I know, baby. I had a great time. Your parents are terrific. And their friends are a riot. I never would have thought I would have been able to act like that. I hope I didn't go too far."

"No, actually, I think you really opened things up. I know they all loved you."

"Well, what's not to love," she said with a laugh.

I finally stood up, and reached for my cloths. Ann had a mischievous look on her face and asked what time it was. I told her it was almost 12:30, and she smiled, and held out her hand. I helped her to her feet, and she grabbed her own cloths, but made no effort to put them on. Taking my hand in hers as she loved to do, she looked at me.

"Come on, walk me home." 

"Like this?" I said, looking down at my naked form.

"My parents forgot to leave the porch light on. It's dark out. Why not? Besides, I don't want to get cum on my shorts, and I want to feel it run down my legs. Please?"

It wasn't actually a very convincing argument, but the idea of walking her home in the buff did excite me. Not to the point where I'd be able to fuck her anytime soon, but enough that it would be another erotic memory for me to draw on once she'd gone home to California.

We put on our sandals, and carried our cloths. I left the blanket there in the field, waiting to pick it up on my walk back to my parents' home. Walking together, we crossed the rest of the grassy terrain, up a steep hill, and then crossed the street to the house. Instead of going in the front door, Ann walked in front of the garage, to a remote keypad. It was one of the first ones I'd ever seen. Standing nude together in her driveway, Ann kissed me deeply, holding me tight.

"That was exhilarating. I may have to become a nudist," Ann said as she looked at me.

"Yeah, that was pretty cool. I hope you don't expect me to walk home this way, though." 

Ann laughed and shook her head. "No. But I am going to take a chance and go into the house this way."

"What if you get caught?" I asked.

"I guess I'll have some explaining to do. But I don't care. I want to go to bed dripping with your cum. It makes me sleep better."

"Speaking of sleep, I probably should be going. I have a date with a very hot babe tomorrow, and I want to be at my best."

"I think I just had your best, but if you think you can do better than that, knock yourself out, honey."

I kissed Ann goodnight, and I started walking down the driveway, still naked as I headed to the blanket. Ann opened the garage door and hurried inside, closing it behind her before I could cross the street. I looked over my shoulder once I'd traversed down the hillside. Ann's bedroom light was on, and she was looking through the window; her naked body illuminated as she tried to look for me. I watched her as I got dressed by the blanket, and waited for a moment until the light went off. Sighing, I grabbed the blanket and headed back to my parent's house. I knew I'd never be able to drive by that field again without thinking of Ann.

Heading across the main street, my thoughts turned toward the hour. It was past midnight. It was Saturday...I had just one more day with Ann. I should have been sad, but I wasn't. At least, not at that moment. I had never been happier in my life. 



Ann: A Love Story Ch. 15



The walk home from Ann's house was a quick one. I was moving quickly, wanting to get home and get to sleep. It wasn't that I was so tired. It was more that I wanted to go to bed so that I could wake up in the morning and start my last day with Ann. 

We'd agreed that we were going to go out on a date. A Saturday night, bona fide, one hundred percent authentic, date. We had spent a large part of our time together revisiting the past, living out fantasies and dreams of what it would have been like had we actually gotten together when we went to High School. But I was viewing our date as what it would be like in the moment, as two adults in their late 20's. And the sooner I got to bed, the sooner I'd wake up. And the sooner I woke up, the sooner I'd get to be with Ann again.

I had no actual plans with Ann during the morning or afternoon. In reality, I knew she needed some time to pack, and to spend some time with her parents. I had taken up the majority of her vacation, hogging her all to myself. Monopolizing her all day on a Saturday didn't seem fair, even to me. Yet even with that, the plan of hitting the pillow and waking up that much closer to picking her up for our date made me smile. 

Knowing that my parents were hosting their guests, I quietly entered the house and started to sneak down the hallway toward my bathroom. I had forgotten to move my toothbrush and other things I needed to get ready for bed. It turned out that I didn't have to be quiet. I could have ridden a train down the hallway, and nobody in the house would have known I was there. Of course, the train would have been going into a tunnel, based on what was happening in the house.

All three doors to the bedrooms were closed, and I could hear noises coming from behind each of them. It wasn't snoring. It was definitely fucking...uninhibited fucking. I have no idea which couple started. It could have been my Mom and Dad, or it could have been Mack and Carrie. But my guess was it had to be Paula and Rob, since she was the one that was so worked up earlier. But frankly, the way we'd been talking earlier in the evening, it could have been any one of them. The bottom line was that one couple obviously started, and the rest followed suit. And it sounded like they were having some kind of contest to see who could be the loudest. 

I was thankful that the doors were closed. The way things sounded, it could have easily spilled into something different. The thought of what that could have been made me shudder. I shook my head, thinking about the psychological damage that that might have caused. I decided to just wash up and brush my teeth in my own bathroom, since I knew no one would hear me. I walked back down the hall with a smile on my face. Not because I was in turned on in any way. It had more to do with the fact that I was certain that Ann and I had set the wheels in motion to make all of that happen. And, I was happy that they had all decided that it was okay to let their hair down and have a little fun. I know Ann and I had ours just a little while before. 

~*~*~*~*~*~

The living room was in the front of the house, with a large window facing the street. Walking in, I saw that Mom, and likely Dad, had pulled out the hide-a-bed, and it was all made up, complete with fresh sheets and a blanket. My pillows were already in place, and Mom had taken the time to turn down the bed. Ever the domestic goddess, as she liked to call herself, she left no detail unattended; even putting an alarm clock on the end table for me. 

The living room had two doorways. One that led from the foyer, at one end, and one that led into the dining room at the other. The thing that was unique about the living room, besides the fact that we never used it, was that located in the walls of the two doorways, were sliding doors that you could pull out from each side, and they met in the middle to create a secluded room. I never minded having to sleep in there because the bed was surprising comfortable for being the couch pull out variety, and because I was provided the same privacy that I usually had in my own room. That afforded me the opportunity to sleep in the nude, as I always did. And this time, I really had no choice, since I hadn't worn any underwear, and my dresser was in my room where Rob and Paula were sleeping...well, fucking.

I closed the doors to the foyer, and then the ones to the dining room. Undressing, I climbed into bed, listening to the muffled sounds of one of the three females in the house reaching her orgasm. Not what I expected, but there was little I could do. 

I didn't usually curl up under the sheets during the summer, and rarely during the winter to start. I tend to run hot, so when I go to bed, I'm always naked, and I usually don't cover myself with anything. I lie there, letting my body cool off. When my body temperature finally starts to lower, sometime in the middle of the night, I'll pull something over me to make sure I don't wake up freezing. I don't know when I do it, I just know that I do.

Pushing the covers to the side, I closed my eyes. I'd slept in the living room before, so I was used to the surroundings. I drifted off rather easily, dreaming of my sweet Ann. It was easy, what with my being serenaded by the sounds of sex, which only reminded me of her. I'm sure I had a smile on my face as I welcomed Ann into my latest erotic dream.

~*~*~*~*~*~

At the end of a peaceful night of rest, I was aroused; and not just from the sleep itself. I'd often woken up with my cock fully erect. Every guy does, and I'm no exception. That's another benefit of sleeping in the nude...my cock doesn't usually become restricted by anything, particularly underwear. But I was really aroused this time, and it was sexually. This wasn't some middle of the night, wet dream that I interrupted, and it wasn't just your every night, run of the mill boner. I was on edge. 

I was groggy, and had another one of those moments where I wondered if everything I experienced was actually a dream. I was amazed at how many times that event had occurred, especially recently. I had a tendency to blur my dreams with reality, anyway. There were several dreams that I had had over the years that seemed so real that it took me hours after waking up to realize they hadn't been. Conversely, there would be the occasional real experience that just seemed too bizarre to have actually happened.

Swinging my legs over the side, I dug my toes into the carpet as I tried to wake up. A slow yawn coincided with my arms rising over my head as I stretched my body in hopes of getting more oxygen to my fatigued muscles. I closed my eyes as I thought of the images my dreams had pushed into my conscious mind. Shaking my head, I opened them and stared at the door to the foyer.

"They were all fucking? What in the hell are you dreaming about that for? Don't you have enough issues trying to figure out Ann and where that's going to end up?" I said, lecturing myself; almost chastising my own demented mind for coming up with such an insane vision in the first place. Why would I be dreaming about something like my parents and their friends all having sex in the house at the same time. And why would my cock be hard because of it. It made my other head start to hurt. 

Feeling the pressure building in my head, I looked at the alarm clock. It was after 11:00. That was not a good sign. I loved to sleep in, but if I slept too long, I knew what would likely follow. I pulled on my shorts and went out the south door through the dining room, making my way to the kitchen, hoping to remain unseen. I need to get some aspirin to fend off the headache I knew was coming, induced by the extra sleep I had gotten. I had a penchant for migraines, and that was the last thing I needed on my last night with Ann.

I poked my head around the corner, checking to see if the coast was clear in the living room. Not seeing anyone, I walked into the kitchen to find a note waiting for me on the counter. Mom had left me notes there in that same spot since we'd moved into that house from the East back when I was a junior in High School. I was floored when I read it.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Neil, We're all going to Fort Wayne to have brunch, and then we're going to go shopping. Not sure what your plans are for today, other than your date tonight with Ann. Know you're going to have a great time. Not sure when we're going to get back, but it won't be until after you leave. There are leftovers in the fridge. Hon, I hope we didn't keep you awake last night. I know it must have been a little odd for you to hear all of us, and I know that you did. Maybe it's better that you won't see any of us today (ha ha). I guess you and Ann really rubbed off on us! 

Please give our love to Ann. And don't forget to give her yours too!

Love, Mom

~*~*~*~*~*~

It hadn't been a dream. I grabbed the aspirin and wolfed down three of them, like they would somehow take away the images that were running through my head. They were unknown images. It wasn't like I'd seen anything. But the soundtrack that was going on in my skull was hard to ignore, and the groans and moans that played somehow made scenes pop into my head. I shook my head again, trying to snap myself out of it. I walked back to the living room to make the bed, only to be stopped by the phone ringing. Knowing I was the only one home, it was mine to answer. I just had to decide if I wanted to. 

~*~*~*~*~*~

I had to. It would always gnaw at me when I didn't answer a phone, wondering who it was. My parents didn't have an answering machine, so you either answered, or you didn't. There was no call screening. I trudged back into the kitchen, praying it wouldn't be something stupid, like a telemarketer. 

"Hello," I said, almost warily.

"Hi baby!"

"Ann!" I said excitedly.

"Did you get home all right last night?"

"Yeah, once I got dressed," I said with a laugh.

"I tried to watch you out the window. I couldn't see you...though."

"I saw you."

"Really! I hoped you would. Did you sleep well last night?"

"I guess. It was just really weird."

"Weird...how?"

"Well, apparently, you and I really stirred up the house. When I got home, they were all at it."

"At it...you mean?"

"Yep. All of them."

"Wow. Were they...with their own spouses? Or did they, you know?"

"FUCK!"

"What?" she asked.

"Jeez Ann...I don't know. I never thought of that...I am SO going to have to go back to therapy after this weekend!"

Ann giggled and said, "Relax. I just said that to mess with you."

"What! How did you know?"

"I already called this morning and talked to your Mom. She feels really guilty, babe. She knows that you heard them."

"I know. I read her note. It was so surreal babe. You should have heard them."

"I didn't have to. I had my own version going on over here."

"Really?" I said, snickering.

"Yeah. I think we've started something. It was just like I was a kid again. Except I was full of your cum, and instead of being pent up, I was relaxed. I actually think the two of them banging against my wall put me to sleep. Is that sick or what?"

"No...actually, I went to sleep dreaming of you, while I listened to all kinds of orgasms going on. I couldn't help but listen. Can I get off this subject, please?"

"Sure, babe," Ann laughed.

"So...why'd you call this morning? Mom didn't wake me up to tell me."

"I told her not to. I know you've got to be tired, Neil. I've been able to sleep in every day...but you've had to work. And besides, I needed time to do some packing."

I didn't want to think about the fact that she was getting herself ready to leave. Instead, I pressed on with my train of thought. "Okay...but you still called. What's up?"

"I'm hoping you are," she said sexily.

"I was, until you made that remark about them...I don't even want to say it. By the way, I owe you one for that."

"Hey, I was just getting even for you making me think you were going to take me to a hotel room on prom night, mister. I figured that makes us even."

"You and your obsession with being even. By the way, where do we stand now?" I asked, wondering if Ann had continued to tally our orgasms.

"I think we're even."

"You must be counting your multiple orgasms as one then," I said with a laugh.

"No, but I'm counting every one of yours as three because you shoot so much cum. I couldn't believe how much sperm I still had running out of me this morning."

I couldn't help but laugh, and she laughed with me. When she did, I stopped, listening to her. I wanted to laugh together, but at the same time, I was held captive by the sound. 

"Neil?"

"Yeah, babe," I answered, knowing she wondered why I'd stopped.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah. I was just listening to you, Ann. I love your laugh. I was just drinking it in. Sorry."

"Don't be. I find myself stealing those moments too." 

It was a passing comment, but it spoke to me. Neither of us wanted to dwell on our last day together. We wanted to savor it. Every minute...no, every second, was meaningful. But that thought did make me think about what she'd said earlier.

"So, you already packed?"

"Pretty much. We have to leave early tomorrow, and I don't want to waste any time that I could be spending with you later. So, I got most of it out of the way."

"So, what are you doing now? You still haven't told me why you called...just to talk?"

Ann was silent for a moment, and finally said, "What am I doing?"

"I'm pretty sure I just asked you that," I said, confused.

"Well, I'm supposed to be with Mom and Dad, heading up to my brothers house to go to a wedding. He's in it...he's a groomsman."

"Who's getting married?"

"No clue. They all know him. I don't. But I was supposed to go because I won't see Alan again for a while."

"So...if you're supposed to go, why are you..."

"Well, they couldn't guarantee me what time we'd be home, and they knew I had a date tonight. So, I called Alan, and he said to stay home. He said it will be long, boring, and we wouldn't get to visit because he'll be too busy."

"So, you're home...alone?"

"It would seem. But then again, so are you. So the question is, your parent's place, or mine?" 

~*~*~*~*~*~

I was sitting in the open garage in a lawn chair, near where the grill had been the day before. I was lounging, actually, trying to appear laid back, when I was actually so excited to have more time with Ann that I could feel my chest moving from my heart beating so hard inside it. I was wearing a loose pair of gray cotton gym shorts, drinking a coke, when Ann pulled into the driveway in her mother's car. The driver's side was away from the house, and Ann parked it even with me, not quite pulling to the end of the cement. She gave me a little wave, as she opened the door to get out. 

The first things that I noticed were her shoes. They were the same black heels she wore when we'd gone dancing together. I could only see her lower legs, from mid calf to the ground, but I was struck by just how sexy Ann's feet and ankles were. It wasn't like it was a fetish. Sure, I loved a woman in heels. But that was just the male coming out in me. For me it wasn't so much about the shoes as it was the way they made her ankles lock, creating that sensual line of the calf as it moved up toward the knee. And Ann's were magnificent.

As she slowly made her way around the car, the other thing I noticed was painfully obvious. She was wearing a raincoat...on a wonderful sunny day. I knew what it meant. It wasn't like it was a secret that Ann would be naked underneath the coat. Yet, even though I knew what was coming, that didn't keep my heart from skipping a beat or two. She stopped next to the car, and leaned back against it. 

"Good morning, Neil," she said twisting a strand of her long curly brown hair sexily around her finger.

"Good morning, Ann," I said, slowly standing up...my cock rising with me against the baggy fabric of the shorts. 

Ann was quick to notice, and made no pretense of why she was staring at me. "I love the way you get excited over seeing me." 

"I love the way you excite me." 

"That's sweet," she said, still staring at my crotch.

"Expecting inclement weather?" I said, nodding toward her coat.

"No, I'm just worried about to much sun exposure. I thought you might like to see how I get my tan lines," Ann said as she loosened the sash holding the coat closed. I was wrong. She wasn't naked. She was wearing her bathing suit. It was a very bright pink two piece set that almost blinded me. 

"Not what I expected," I said with a smile.

"Disappointed, baby?"

"Actually, no," I said honestly. "That's what I love about you...you keep me guessing. And while it's not what I envisioned, you look amazing."

"Are you sure?" she asked, toying with me. I didn't answer with words, instead using my hand to gesture toward my groin. "Do you have a camera, Neil. I don't have a picture of you, and I was thinking maybe we could take some...I didn't bring mine on the trip."

I smiled. Actually, I hadn't stopped smiling since she'd called me. But I was beaming now. "We have three, Ann. My parents and I both have regular cameras...and I think they still have a Polaroid." 

"A Polaroid...one of the ones that does instant pictures?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Because...I can get a picture of you today. I was hoping I could take a couple and have you mail them to me. But now I can look at you on the flight home...and at work."

"Wait right there. I want to remember you like this," I said, as I turned to head to the house. I walked calmly toward the door, but once I was inside, I ran toward the back to my room to get my camera. Tearing into my parent's room, I quickly rummaged through their walk in closet. In a box, way in the back, hidden amongst dozens of other boxes of items long since forgotten or seldom used, I found the Polaroid.

I dug it out, and prayed there was film inside. Checking, I breathed a sigh of relief. Not only was there film in the camera, there were a few unopened packages as well. They had gotten it as a gift years before, but seldom used it. Mom hated the thick, unwieldy format of the pictures themselves, saying they didn't work well in photo albums. And the novelty of getting to look at the photo and watch it develop in front of your eyes had quickly worn off on them. But suddenly for me, the idea of instant pictures wasn't a novelty. It was now a necessity. 

I burst through the door of the house, slightly winded. Ann laughed and said, "My...you really must want a picture of me to be moving that fast."

"You're the one that wanted a picture of me," I said, teasing.

"No...I'm thinking you saw me in my bikini, and that made you run."

"Well, it doesn't matter now. You closed your coat up," I said, pointing out that Ann was back to standing exactly as she was when she first came around the car, including how she was toying with her hair.

"I thought you'd like to take the before and after pictures, so you can remember it the way it happened. Is that okay?" I couldn't help but nod yes. I had my camera in my hand, and she looked at me and said, "Actually, I was hoping you'd use the other one. I want to see them."

"Sure," I said, shrugging my shoulders. I put my camera on the lawn chair, and picked up the other one. It wasn't a sophisticated camera, other than the fact that it spit out film that would develop in a minute or two. There wasn't a lens that you could zoom, so I had to move a little closer to get Ann in the frame that way I wanted. I took one of her posing like she had been, and then I motioned for her to open the coat.

"Take the picture quickly, babe. I want it to be like you're seeing it for the first time, okay?"

I put the first picture on the chair next to the other camera I'd placed there, and got myself in position. Looking through the viewfinder, I watched as Ann untied the sash again, and she said, "I'm ready whenever you are." 




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 15



"On three, okay?"

"Okay, babe," she said, with the cutest smile I'd ever seen. She was almost glowing. I wondered if it was just from looking though that little glass pane in the camera while my other eye was shut.

I counted out loud to three, and on cue, Ann opened her coat as I dutifully pressed the button to fire the shutter on the camera. The image didn't really register at first. But as the whir of the motor ejected the picture I'd just taken, I lifted my head to see just what I'd taken a picture of. Ann was standing with her arms as wide as the coat, holding it open. 

"Is this more what you had in mind, Neil?" Ann said as she flashed her now naked body in my parent's driveway.

"God, you're gorgeous, Ann. I don't know what I'm going to without you," I said as I snapped another picture. 

She laughed and said, "Then don't!"

I was taken aback by her statement. I looked at Ann intently as she lowered her arms, letting the coat fall to her sides; still open, giving me a full frontal view of her amazing body. All I could bring myself to do was ask, "What?"

"Then don't go on without me. Take me inside and make love to me, babe. What more do I have to do than this?"

As excited as I was by her proposition, I couldn't help but think Ann had meant something more. There was a little pause for both of us, and my mind tried to squeeze in an alternative explanation to what she'd said. "Could she have meant that I shouldn't be 'without her'?" I said to myself as I just continued to stare. "What is she trying to tell me?" 

"Neil?"

"Yes?" I said, snapping out of my little funk.

"Do you want to fuck me, or not?"

I couldn't believe she had to literally ask me twice. Moving my gaze off her body to her eyes, she didn't seem upset. Instead, she seemed totally at peace standing virtually naked in the bright sunshine of late morning. I was still wresting with the possibility of a hidden, or not so hidden, meaning in Ann's first request that I take advantage of her. But I walked over and hugged her, feeling her bare skin against my chest. It was so odd that it was happening where it was happening, and yet, it seemed so perfect at that moment. I couldn't imagine caring if there was anyone nearby watching us. That was, until Ann took the camera from my hand.

"Since you seem hesitant...why don't you let me take a picture of you?" she said as she closed up her coat a little, tying it loosely. She left a gap, which allowed me to see that fine line of pubic hair above her pussy, as well as the soft insides of her perfect little tits. Ann walked to where I was standing, and I turned my head to follow her. She twirled her hand in a little circle and said, "Turn around baby. I want to see you."

I did, but I was still speechless. I kept running that two-word sentence through my brain, over and over...trying to make sense of it. I didn't know what I would do without her. But did that mean she was feeling the same thing. I was so busy staring at her gorgeous hot bod that I never looked at her eyes. If only I'd been looking at her EYES! 

"Hey, babe. Look at the camera," Ann said, pulling me back to earth with her sexy voice. I glanced up, and she said, "Smile." I did, automatically. Based on my brain still being somewhere in outer space, I was amazed that it didn't seemed forced. "That's better. Now, drop the shorts."

My brain safely back in my skull, my eyes got wider. "I'm sorry. What?"

Ann wasn't in the mood to explain anymore. I hadn't been paying attention since I got caught in the web of her words a moment before. She took a couple of big strides over to me and reached down, pulling at my drawstring. Now untied, she pulled the top of my shorts away from my body, allowing my cock to spring up. Easing the top past the tip, Ann let go, and the shorts fell down my legs to the ground.

"There. That's better," she giggled as she backed up to her original spot. She took two pictures; one full body shot, and another of my cock close up. By that time, I was so hard it was starting to hurt. "I love your cock, baby. It looks so hot right now. Are you sure you don't want to take me inside now?" Ann said as she moved over and rubbed up against my naked body. 

I pulled her too me, and kissed her, making her squeal. Any thoughts of what she'd said earlier were gone, thrust out of my head as I gripped at her ass through the coat.

"Get in the car, Neil," she said sexily, as she reached to open the door. Of course, I did, not even knowing why. I moved the pieces of her bathing suit off the seat, and put them on the dashboard. Ann picked up my gym shorts and walked around the car, getting in on the drivers' side. I was naked, and she nearly was. I could only imagine where she was going to take me once she started the car.

To my surprise, it wasn't very far. She backed up, and pulled into empty spot in the garage. Ann untied the coat, and slipped it off her shoulders, joining me in being nude in the car. "I seem to have you speechless at the moment, babe. I'm not sure what's on your mind, but I want you. Let's go inside."

"I'm sorry, Ann. You're on my mind. I just can't believe you just did that," I said, trying to come up with some reason I was acting so stupid. I didn't want to mention what she'd said, and how I was overanalyzing it. And it was true; I was stunned. Once she'd shown me the suit the first time, I never dreamed she'd be naked the second. That made the whole thing better, because I didn't expect it.

Ann got out of the car, and I couldn't open my door fast enough. I hit the garage door button, and pulled her too me again. Naked in each others arms, she knew she'd turned me on to the point where I wanted to fuck her right there. "So, you want me here in the garage?" Ann said with a giggle.

"You're lucky I didn't just fuck you in the driveway. You're driving me insane, babe."

"You can fuck me anywhere you want, Neil. I'm yours." I didn't dwell on that sentence like I had the other. My lust for her prevented any rational or irrational thoughts. There was only room for lustful thoughts to run rampant in my head.

I grabbed Ann's hand, and led her into the house. She let out a giddy little laugh as I practically dragged her into the living room and threw her onto the mattress of the hide-a-bed. The room was still rather dark, and I wanted to see Ann in the same natural light I'd enjoyed a moment before. The living room had a full set of windows that ran across the center of my parent's large ranch house. There was a front porch that covered that portion, complete with four big white pillars, which made the windows seem recessed farther than then really were. 

Across the windows, there were two sets of drapes. The main ones where a soft green, and were the thick, room darkening type. Behind those, where some sheer white ones that let light into the room, but the where semi-transparent, so they offered some privacy. Having lived there for years, I knew that the design of the house, coupled with the white drapes, made it practically impossible to see into the living room during the daytime. You pretty much had to be standing on the porch to leer inside. But from the living room, you could see outside almost like there nothing there. They gave the same effect as a two-way mirror. 

I pulled on the cord, opening the thicker drapes, leaving the sheer ones closed. As the room became awash with sunlight, Ann basked in the warmth and glow it provided. Or maybe it was the other way around, and she was providing that warmth and glow. She was radiating sensuality, as she lay curled up on the makeshift bed.

"We're not going to your room?" Ann said with a playful little pout on her face.

"No, is that okay?"

"I was kind of hoping to do it there, since that's where you sleep. I wanted to give you a good memory in your room."

"I'm going to have a great memory no matter where we are, Ann. And I don't want to take the time to change the sheets."

"Change the sheets?"

"I told you, every bed in this house had sex but this one last night. So, if you want to lay where Rob and Paula fucked, I suppose we can."

"Ewwwww!"

"So, how about we just stay here and use the one bed that didn't get lucky last night," I said as I got one the mattress next to Ann. 

She cooed as I pulled her into my arms. "I like the sound of that, baby."

I loved afternoon sex. Or even late morning sex, which is what this was going to be, spilling over into the early afternoon. There's something about being in bed with someone during hours when you almost always wouldn't be in bed that is incredibly erotic. And there's something that seems very naughty about being naked in the middle of the day. I'd yet to have an experience of making love or raw fucking that took place between the hours of 10am and 6pm that wasn't incredible. I was always full of life, and energy.

As a night owl, by nature I hated early mornings. And even though I did like staying up late, ones body would naturally wear down during the day, no matter how many 'second winds' you might get. But with sex in the middle do the day, I never had to worry about that groggy morning fog in my head, or having a hard or stressful day and being so tired that I didn't give my best at night. Of course, one of the reasons I'd never had a bad experience in the middle of the day was because it was a rare; and therefore, a special occurrence. 

Ann seemed to react to the atmosphere differently too. I knew a lot of that had to do with the two of being together when we didn't know we would be. And of course, being in my parents' house had to give her the same naughty vibe that I had being at hers. But I felt a connection with Ann at that moment that I was pretty sure was the same one she was having...that, 'I can't believe I'm with you in right now' feeling. Actually, I'd been feeling that way since I first saw Ann at Matt's house on Monday. But having her hold me like she was, being where we were, and knowing what we were inevitably going to do...it was more than I could have ever imagined when fate brought together on his patio.

She stroked her hand lightly on my left hip as I kissed her on her neck. My hands were busy roaming, one busy running fingers through her hair, while the other massaged her lower back. When I finally slipped down and cupped her ass, Ann ground her crotch into mine, making my pre-cum ooze from the tip of my cock and coat both of our stomachs.

Ann pushed me onto my back, and lay on top of me, staring into my blues eyes with her smoldering brown ones. I could feel the heat from her lower body as she rubbed my chest, and tweaked at my nipples. She loved to play with them, twisting and pulling them like I did hers. I'd never had a woman pay so much attention to MY nipples, and it really was becoming a huge turn on for me. I sighed as Ann lowered her head and took one into her mouth, sucking and nibbling at it like I'd done to her other times. She could feel my cock twitch as it was pinned between our bodies.

"You like that, don't you," she said, stating what she had to have already known.

But I told her, because I knew that was what she wanted to hear. "Yes, baby. I do. You make me feel so amazing with the things that you do to me."

Ann's wicked little giggle filled the room as she knelt her head down to give my other nipple the same exquisite treatment she'd given the first one. I lay still, enjoying the sensations as I ran my fingers through the thick, soft curls of her light brown hair. My other hand stroked her back, lightly running my nails along her spine. She slowly moved herself lower, kissing and licking her way down my stomach. 

Kissing around my crotch, I stopped her.

"What? Why?"

"Come on!" I said as I grabbed her hand and pulled her off the bed.

~*~*~*~*~*~

"Why didn't you just tell me you wanted to take a shower first?" Ann said as she ran her fingers through her hair again; washing her wonderful tresses. 

I was standing outside drying off, watching Ann through the clear shower curtain. When we'd gotten to the bathroom, Ann oddly begged off showering with me. I started to object, but she said, "I know if I get in there with you, we're not coming out. And I want to fuck you where we were, in front of that window." I was disappointed, but did a good job of hiding it, and keeping it to myself. 

"I'm sorry, babe. I just realized that I hadn't taken one yet...and I couldn't let you go any farther until I had."

"I'm not sure why. It's not like the girl you were with last was that dirty. Unless...you were with somebody after me," she said with a smirk.

"No. You were the only dirty girl I was with last night. But still, I think you deserve to have me clean and fresh, so you can make me dirty again."

"What about me? I already had a bath this morning."

"So what? From where I'm standing, I can't tell you how dirty you look through that curtain."

Ann giggled and brought her nipple to her mouth, sucking on it for me. She proceeded to put on a little show, and I stood mesmerized, transfixed on what she was doing under the spray. My cock was hard already, but I think it got three times harder as I leered at my girlfriend. Her smile told me she knew she was having an effect on me, but then, she could have been standing clothed in a grocery store and I'd get hard because of her.

Holding out a towel, Ann stepped into it as she stepped out of the shower. I let her dry herself off, content to watch her. She continued her seductive moves, enticing me by the moment.

"Neil?"

"Yes, babe?"

"Did you want to take me in the shower?"

"What?"

"Well, I heard all those stories about you and Dawn, and I guess I figured that you wanted to. But I really..." I had had a chance to think about my feelings. I took her into the bathroom with the idea of doing just that...fucking her in the shower. But as it evolved, it was better. I was good with it, because she was right. So I stopped her to tell her that.

"It's not like it didn't cross my mind, babe. But to be honest, I'm glad we didn't. I want you in bed too. I want that feeling of being together that you can only get there."

"What's that mean?" Ann said, wrinkling her nose a little. 

"It means that in the shower, it's harder to make love to a woman. It's easy to fuck, but not to make love. At least, not how I want to make love to you."

Ann melted a bit as I took her towel, smiling as I looked at her wonderful body. Hanging it up on the towel rod, I turned and grabbed Ann, sweeping her off her feet as I quickly lifted her up into my arms. She let out a squeal as I said, "Come on. Let's go make love."

~*~*~*~*~*~

Ann insisted on picking up in bed exactly where we'd left off. Actually, she backed up the mental video in my head and started all over, making sure she gave my chest the same loving attention she did the first time.

When she reached the part where I stopped her the first time, Ann looked up at me from between my legs. Gently taking my shaft in her hands, she stroked me very slowly and asked, "Any objections if I continue this time. I really want to suck you."

There was no way I was going to stop her a second time. I nodded my head, and she kept her eyes locked on mine as she started to lick the soft underside of my cock. She'd start at the base, between my balls, and make long, wet flicks of her tongue all the way to the tip. It only took a couple of those for me to start moaning...causing my legs to start trembling a little. It wasn't just what Ann was doing to me with her tongue; it was that she never took her eyes off my face. She was looking for my reactions, and feeding off what she saw in my eyes. 

It was an amazing blowjob. Ann was tender and caring ...she made love to my cock with her mouth. She wasn't trying to get me off. She was trying to turn me on. I thought I was already turned on, but it turned out there were other levels for that axiom that I never knew existed. I was so turned on, that I had to find a way to bring that same pleasure to her.

"Bring yourself to me, babe," I said as I smiled at Ann. She knew what I meant, and slowly moved herself around, her mouth never leaving my shaft. 

There's something so...really, words can't describe it. When a woman as amazing as Ann was in every way lifts herself so gracefully so that she straddles you, and gives you the most intimate view imaginable, it moves you. I reached up and caressed her upper thighs, and Ann took that as a sign that she should lower herself. When Ann's pussy slipped over my mouth, the moan she emitted around my cock made me pulse, and a tingle ran up my spine.

I pulled Ann's ass down, forcing her pussy towards me; allowing me to dig deeper into as I snaked my tongue inside her soaked slit. Ann wiggled her ass, almost like she was making little clockwise circles in an attempt to screw herself over my mouth. I swear, 'righty tighty, lefty loosey' actually crossed my mind; and the direction Ann was moving told me she wanted to be tight on my face. 

We stayed in that position for the longest time. I think I could have stayed there forever. I brought Ann near an orgasm twice, but like she was doing to me, I backed off and let her just simmer. We weren't teasing. We just weren't in any hurry. The buildup was so wonderful and we both seemed to know what the other wanted. And that included when we finally let out deep sighs at almost the exact same time, and we took that a some kind of contented signal to move to another level.

Ann pulled up, lifting her snatch off of me and peering down my body as she held my slippery cock in her hand. "I need you, Neil," she purred.

"I need you too, babe," I answered as I patted her tight ass. Ann moved herself, and I grabbed a couple of pillows to prop my head up better. With her back to me, Ann held my cock straight up and rubbed the tip back and forth through her wet slit, coating my knob with her juices. Then she slowly sank herself over me, forcing more and more of my hard rod deep inside.

Ann leaned back, and I grabbed her sides near her taught breasts to support her. She started off with her hands on my chest as she ground her body up and down over me. Every once in a while, I'd buck up into her, but this was never going to be a hard, driving fuck. Neither of us were in the mood for that. It was always going to be a slow dance from the moment we left the garage.

After a while, Ann was basically lying on me on her back. Our heads were next to each other, in what was becoming one of my favorite positions. I was buried inside Ann's pussy, and she held herself still while I did the work. And it wasn't work, really. I moved, maybe an inch each direction. I was content to just be inside her, drifting ever so slowly back and forth. 

I was busy playing with her tits, having lost track of how long we'd been like that. I was so focused on our breathing, thinking about how perfect we were together that we even found a way to do that in harmony without thinking about it. I mean, I was thinking about it...but I wasn't thinking about thinking about it. I quit thinking about it when Ann spoke up.

"Can we change?" 

"If you want to. Are you tired?"

"No, baby. I just really want to see your face now."

It was hard to argue that logic. It seemed like forever since I'd looked into Ann's eyes. I lifted her off me, not wanting any part of some acrobatic move. Ann rolled onto her back, and I slid between her magic thighs and got myself into position. She reached between us to pull my shaft to her, helping me find my way back to her dripping slit. As I slipped back inside, Ann let out a sigh and closed her eyes. 

"I thought you wanted to see my face," I said as I leaned down to nuzzle her neck. 

I could feel Ann smile even as my head was next to hers. "Mmmm, I do baby. But don't stop that. It feels so hot!"




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 15



"Which, my cock inside you, or my sucking on your neck?"

"Both...please keep doing both."

My left hand cradled Ann's head as I concentrated on the area behind her left ear, licking and biting at her lobe. My other hand was playing with her hip and ass. Ann was leaning toward her right side to give me better access to her neck, and she held my ass as I slowly pumped inside her.

"Your ass feels so powerful, Neil. I love how vulnerable I feel with you. I..."

"Vulnerable?" I said as I pulled my head up to look at her. It was an interesting comment, and I was a little amused by it.

"Yeah...vulnerable. Why?"

"I don't know...it just seems...do you think I'm going to hurt you?"

Ann hugged me tightly, and she sighed a little. "No babe. I know you're not going to hurt me. I feel vulnerable because I feel so open. I'm naked and I'm spread for you, and I know that's obvious, and more than a little unladylike to say it like that. But I'm not just talking about physically. It's how I feel inside too."

I couldn't help myself, and I made a quick couple of deep jabs, ramming my cock deep. Ann groaned and said, "FUCK! Okay...that's not what I meant. But I love to feel you inside my pussy too, babe."

"I know what you meant, Ann. But what are you getting at?"

"I love feeling this way. And I love it because I have you, and I know you're protecting me. I know it sounds silly. But I've been on my own for so long, having to be everything. And it's just been so nice to have a week where I can be free and be myself a little more. I don't have to be on guard with you. I can't tell you how great it feels to let go."

It was the strangest little conversation I could remember having while making love. Well, maybe not so strange...it was surreal. I couldn't help but take it, and combine it with the previous comment Ann had made outside. My head was swimming. But I pushed it aside. I was enjoying the physical sensations I was having, and I didn't want to ruin them by having some mental brain cramp.

Ann, being so in tune with me all the time, sensed I was distant. We'd been in the midst of what had to be the laziest fuck I'd ever experience. We'd exerted almost no energy, and yet, it was unbelievable how great it was. Not having to be pressed to be anywhere, or worry about any interruptions...I was in heaven. Maybe that explained the distance. But Ann knew different, and she said so.

"Babe, you keep drifting on me. Are you okay?"

"Yeah. I've never been better. I just think to much."

"I know...me to. But we're together now, so let's make the best of it, okay. Why don't we stop pretending to fuck, and start fucking? I'm so keyed up right now, I could really use it. Come on baby, make your girlfriend cum until she screams. I wanna make the other beds in the house jealous!"

I grinned. Ann's sense of humor always seemed to lift me exactly when I needed it. And so did her sense of balance. We'd been making love since she'd called me earlier. But she was right...we needed something more. 

Ann was still leaning toward her right side, and I had her right leg pinned under my body. I reached my hand underneath and hooked her knee with my arm, pulling that leg out from under me, forcing it up toward her chest. Ann moved with me, and as I leaned back, she moved forward. That wonderful limb was now pinned between my chest and hers, her ankle near my head. She moved her left leg over my torso, using her heel to guide my ass in and out...not that it needed it.

"This is a new one," she said as I started slowly speeding up.

"A new what?" I asked, so focused on getting going that I didn't see the wonderful smile on her face at first.

"Position. You keep finding knew ways to drive that big thing into me. God, this is hot...I feel so fucking full!"

"Are you comfortable?"

"No, not really. But I'm also close to cumming, so don't you dare stop. Fuck me, Neil. Fuck your girlfriend and make her cum!"

I pulled her face to me, bending her even farther so that I could kiss her. As her tongue passed my lips, it was like a trigger inside my head. Our lovemaking had morphed into fucking at that moment. I began slamming into Ann's body, and she was doing her best to force herself towards me to make our bodies hit against each other harder and faster.

My fingers grabbed Ann's ass, pulling it in with her movement. We were doing everything we could to increase the pressure and the speed of our thrusts. It wasn't the best position I'd ever tried, but it worked for Ann. She started cumming, and while it wasn't the best I'd ever given her, her rolling eyes told me it was good for her. 

But I knew we could be better, so I rolled Ann onto her back, and lifted her other leg up with her first, putting her calves on my shoulders.

"You're going to fuck me hard, aren't you baby?" She said with a wicked smile.

"Uh-huh!" I said as I did.

I pounded Ann. It was almost violent; the complete opposite of what we had done up to that moment. But the harder I fucked her, the wider Ann's smile became. And then her face contorted towards ecstasy; a sight I wished I could have captured. And then I realized that I could. I glanced over to the end table. Next to the alarm clock was the Polaroid. I'd set it down when I went to open the drapes. I was suddenly thankful that Ann and I had chosen to fuck on that side of the bed. I bent her just a little more on her back and reached for the camera. Grabbing it, I quickly aimed and pushed the button, taking a picture of her from the chest up, her ankles bobbing near her head.

Ann felt the flash, and heard the motor ejecting the plastic picture. She looked at me, suddenly realizing what I'd just done. 

"Oh...Neil. God...Neil! You took a...FUCK! I'M CUMMING! CUM WITH ME!"

Ann screamed. Louder than I had ever heard her. It was majestic, and I took another picture...actually, two, of her in the midst of making the house reverberate from her voice. With each picture, she came harder; the excitement of being captured forever in the throes of an amazing orgasm only made the orgasm more incredible. Ann started panting, trying to catch her breath as the pleasure coursed through body.

"Fuck me Neil...FUCKING CUM WITH ME, BABY!"

I had been getting closer, but hearing Ann beg me to cum with her got to me. It was a scream, but she did it in a way that made it seem like she was singing to me. I joined her chorus moments later, slamming my pulsing cock deep into her wet pussy and holding myself there. I groaned, and Ann squealed as my balls pumped their load into her waiting cunt. 

Letting go of Ann's legs, I collapsed on top of her. She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me in to hold my cock inside her dripping hole. I could feel our combined juices slowly seeping around my shaft. Ann hugged me tightly, and her body was telling me she never wanted the moment to end. I didn't either. She made me feel...vulnerable, and I was safe in her arms.

~*~*~*~*~*~

"Do I really look like that when I cum?" Ann asked after she ate a bite of the burger I'd reheated for her for lunch. She was staring at one of the many pictures we had laid out on the dinette table.

"Uh-huh," I mumbled with my mouth full of my own.

"God, look at me. I look..."

"Amazing Ann. That's the image I'll see in my sleep now. You look like an angel."

"An angel with her eyes bugged out. That has to be from that big cock of yours being stuffed so far up my pussy. Look at them!" she said as she slid the picture over to me. I couldn't help but laugh at her comment. She was so damn funny.

When Ann and I had finally regained our composure after our orgasms, she playfully chastised me for taking the pictures of her during sex. She threatened to take a picture of me in a compromised position, and I shrugged my shoulders. So, Ann grabbed the camera and took one of me holding my semi erect cock, squeezing a little dribble of cum from it. She got so hot from watching that picture develop that we ended up spending the next 45 minutes or so running around the house taking erotic pictures of each other. 

When we ran out of film, we suddenly realized we were starving. So, I heated up some leftovers from the cookout the night before, and Ann and I sat down to a nice lunch, made nicer by the fact that I got to look at her naked body not only in the pictures, but in person. 

I was staring at two of my favorite photos I'd taken. Both of them were of Ann lounging sexily on my bed, her legs spread a little wider as if she was inviting me to fuck her again. I say again, since there was a large glob of my cum seeping from her pussy. The first picture was taken at a distance, showing my amazing girlfriend in her entirety. I was looking at the other picture, which was an extreme close up of that well used hole.

Sliding the picture over to Ann to exchange the one she'd moved toward me, she gave a sheepish smile and actually blushed a little. "I still can't believe I let you talk me into that picture."

"You loved it and you know it. I'm surprised you didn't grab me right there and make me fuck you again...you really got worked up over getting your pictures taken."

"So did you, Neil. Look at how hard and purple your cock is in this one. You could have fucked me the second I took this...but you didn't."

"You said you were hungry."

"That was after we ran out of film!" she said as she hit me in the arm.

I laughed, and pointed again at the close up of her pussy. "I could have eaten that. That is so hot seeing you like that."

"Hot...look at my poor pussy. It's all red and puffy, and sticky; and my clit looks like it's going to pop. I can't believe we did this." 

"Did you enjoy it?" I asked.

Ann looked up from the picture she held, and nodded her head as she bit her lip like a naughty little girl.

"Do you think you'd ever do something like that again?" I asked.

She looked at me thoughtfully, and then smiled. "Yeah, babe. For you, I would. I still can't believe..."

Ann was interrupted by the phone ringing. I was going to ignore it, but I couldn't for the same reasons I had to answer earlier when Ann called. I knew it wouldn't be as good as that turned out to be, but I felt compelled to answer anyway. 

"Hello?"

"Neil?"

"Yes?"

"This is Jean. Is Ann there?"

"Uh...yeah. Hold on...let me get her," I said, stunned that Ann's mother was on the phone. From what Ann had said, I figured she and Marlin were on their way to a wedding. I put my hand over the receiver and looked over to Ann. "Babe, it's your Mom."

Ann didn't blink and I. "Oh...okay," she said as she got up and took the phone from me.

Ann talked to her Mom for a couple of minutes, or an hour. The way they were talking, it was really hard to tell. It was a free and easy conversation, and it was hard for me to believe that they were the same two women who earlier in the week couldn't agree on anything.

"Thanks for calling, Mom. I'll be home before he gets there. I love you," Ann said as she hung up the phone. She turned to look at me, and my expression must have spoke volumes, because Ann immediately said, "What?"

"Nothing. I'm just surprised, that's all."

"About what?"

"A lot of things. Starting with the fact that you two seem to be getting along so well."

"We are, thanks to you. You really opened Mom's eyes the other night. I can't believe the difference. For the first time in my life, I feel like we're on equal footing."

"So, everything's good now?"

"I wouldn't say that. But it's a start. What else are you surprised about?" she asked.

"Well...the fact that she called. I thought they were at a wedding."

Ann let out a little laugh and said, "Well, we were all supposed to go. But when I told them I wasn't going, Dad said he wasn't going to go either."

"Why not?" I asked.

"Well, he said they were only going to go because they thought I would want to see Alan. But I was with him all day last Sunday, and like I said, he was going to be so involved in the wedding that I wouldn't get to talk to him anyway. So, when I called Alan and he said not to come, Dad decided he wasn't going to go either. It turns out he and Mom don't really know the guy that's getting married all that much. I think Mom was happy too. She had said something earlier in the week about wasting time they could have been with me."

"But, you're here," I said, stating the obvious.

"I know. But she said that before you and I ended up...well, naked all the time."

I cracked up, and said, "So, you're Mom knows why you're here?"

"She has an idea. But I wasn't that blunt about it."

"What did your Dad say?" I asked, suddenly worried about the Postal worker side of his personality.

"He doesn't know I came over here. But I don't think he'd really care. He really likes you."

"That's because he doesn't know I'm banging his daughter."

That made Ann laugh, and she said, "That's why Mom called. He decided to go fishing. She stayed home to do some housework she wanted to catch up on. She was calling to remind me that he's going to be home in about an hour. She wanted to make sure I got home before he did."

"So he wasn't home when you left?"

"No. He'd already left the house."

"And yet somehow, you still found a way to get out of the house dressed in just your bikini and a raincoat. I can't believe you sneaked past your Mom like that."

"Neil, it's her raincoat. And it's her car."

"What are you saying?" I said, not believing my ears.

"I was going to come over in just the bikini. The raincoat was her idea."

"Holy shit!"

Ann giggled and reached out to hug me. We ended up in a long wet kiss. My cock started to rise again, and Ann reached down and stroked it. "We don't have a lot of time, babe. Do you want a nice blowjob before I go?"

I couldn't believe I said it, but I actually turned her down. "No...I have a date with this really hot babe tonight. I'm hoping to get lucky with her, and in case I'm that fortunate, I want to give her all I have."

"Are you sure?" she asked, licking her lips.

"Yeah. Let's go get in bed and cuddle for a little while."

"GOD...you are the perfect man!" she said, way louder than I think she intended.

I took her by the hand, and led her back to the living room. We got under the covers and spooned as we looked out the window. Ann felt so good in my arms, our breathing the only sounds we made. I was worried we'd fall asleep together. Not that that would be all that bad, but I didn't want us to miss our date. So I set the alarm on the end table, just in case. Sure enough, we woke up with me clutching to her breast, pulling her close to me. It was a relatively short nap, but it was the best one of my life. I wondered if my Dad, the big believer of the afternoon power nap, had ever had one like that.

Ann felt my hard cock pressing into her ass. Reaching back with her hand, she gently stroked it. 

"Mmmmm. This was wonderful Neil. But I have to get going. I have a date tonight with a really hot hunk. As much as I'd love to fuck you again, I can't. I think he's going to get lucky tonight, and I need to save myself for him!"



Ann: A Love Story Ch. 16



With Ann on her way home, it was time for me to get ready for my 'big date' with...Ann. I really didn't have any plans, per se, but I had some vague ideas of what might be fun. As I mulled them over, I went about cleaning up the evidence. First and foremost, I had to put the camera back in my parents' closet. Placing it back in the box, I carefully put it back in its original location, making sure it was facing the same direction. I also had to remember to get some more film. As I walked out, I stopped cold. 

I ran back into the closet and got the camera back out. As long as I had to buy more film, maybe I'd be fortunate enough to get a couple more shots of Ann. After all, she said she'd be willing to do it again sometime. She even made a special point to say she'd do it with me. So...why not now? It was a long shot, but I had nothing to lose. I took the camera back out of the carton, put the box back in the closet like it had never been touched, and headed to the bathroom to take another shower and get ready.

I was still hard from just being around Ann, and our unsaid decision not to fool around any more at the house. My first thoughts were to take a cold shower, but I needed to shave my crotch, and it's always a lot easier when I'm at least semi-hard. So, it was another hot, steamy shower, fogging up the bathroom. It wasn't making me any less horny, but that wasn't an option anymore. Just thinking about Ann usually had me hard anyway, so a cold shower wasn't going to solve that problem, and I wasn't going to waste a load because of a lack of willpower. Besides, being sexually on edge wasn't a bad thing...not around Ann.

Toweling off for the second time in a couple of hours, I thought about all the pictures I'd taken so far with Ann, and a contented smile came to my face. I was thinking in particular of a shot I'd taken with Ann stuffing my hard cock in her mouth, her full lips pulling at it like she was cleaning it after I'd pumped her mouth full of cum. It was a staged picture, but it looked real.

I'd always been a bit of a pornography fan. The X-rated videos I'd watched with Dawn, Mark and Jill weren't a first. From the time I'd found my older brothers stash of Playboy's when I was 13, I was hooked. When he moved on to Penthouse, I'd thought I had died and gone to heaven. So visions of naked bodies were always a turn on. But that photo of Ann was taking me to a whole new level. That was someone I knew, and that was MY cock in her mouth. 

My cock was throbbing again, the thick veins feeding it life pulsing in time with my racing heartbeat. Looking down at it, I marveled at how big it looked, fresh shaved and turning a darker shade of purple by the second. I looked at myself in the mirror, and smiled at my own physique. Granted, it was a conceited moment, but my mind wasn't on how good I looked to me. It was on how good of a picture that would make to give to Ann. Unfortunately, I was out of film. I knew I was going to have to stop before picking her up. 

~*~*~*~*~*~

Since I'd already done the more formal thing when we went dancing at the Starlight club, and I had dressed ultra casual a couple of times, I kind of went in between. I wore a short sleeve button down shirt that had a nice blue floral pattern. It wasn't Hawaiian, but it was between casual and dressy. I also put on some white cargo shorts, and decided on my sandals again. I debated, and decided to go with Matt's suggestion about how to feel sexy. So, I went without underwear. I loved the way I swung free in those shorts more than any other pair I had. And if there was ever a night I wanted to feel my sexiest, this was it.

I neatly stacked the photos we'd taken already and put them in one of the side pockets of my shorts, and I grabbed the camera. I wanted Ann to be able to choose which pictures she wanted, if any. Walking down the hallway, I went into the living room and made the hide-a-bed, putting it away and making the living room look like a living room again. I knew I'd be sleeping there again that night, but I didn't want my Mom coming home to a disorderly house. 

It was getting close to the time for me to go pick up Ann. Checking the house one last time to make sure I had everything orderly, and I'd left no incriminating evidence behind, I was out the door and in my car, putting both of the cameras under my seat. I made a quick stop at the drug store and picked up a dozen packs of film for the Polaroid. Some for us to have fun, and the rest to replace the packs we'd already used. I'm not sure why, since the folks hadn't used the camera in ages, but it felt like the thing to do.

The drive from the store to Ann's was short. Five blocks in a small town doesn't amount to much in terms of distance. But for some reason getting back onto the main drag through town seemed to take forever. For whatever reason the traffic was thick, which almost never happens. My impatience was getting to me, and I had to take a couple of deep breaths to calm down. The last thing I wanted was to be in an agitated mood when I got to the Franklin's. 

Finally finding a gap, I was able to get onto the road and zip into Ann's neighborhood. I drove around the block, past Matt's house, which was really the long way...if an extra tenth of a mile can be considered 'long'. I pulled into the driveway, and was met by Marlin, Ann's father. He was sitting on a lawn chair, busy cleaning some fish he had obviously caught earlier in the day.

"Hello young man! How are you this fine Saturday afternoon?"

"Hi Mr. Franklin. I'm great. How about you?" I said as I got out of my car and walked toward him.

"Neil, I told you before, please call me Marlin."

"I'm sorry...it's a little hard for me. I'm not used to doing that."

"No need to apologize. I just want you to feel at home here."

"Thanks Marlin. So, how was the fishing?"

"Very good. I had a great day on the lake today."

"Really? How many?" I said, sticking out my hand to shake his.

He waved me off. "My hands are a little messy, but I appreciate the gesture. I caught 24 bluegill and 3 bass. Best day in a couple of months!"

"Wow, that IS a good day."

"Do you fish, Neil?" he asked, looking up from the bloody fish he'd been filleting.

"Occasionally," I said, thinking the he didn't remember me telling him that in the basement when we'd first met. "But I don't think I'm the serious outdoorsman you are."

"You don't have to be. I just wondered if you fished."

"Sure," I said, shrugging my shoulders.

Marlin smiled and said, "Good. Maybe you'd like to go out with me sometime. I bet we'd have a lot of fun."

"That would be great," I said, wondering if it really would. It seemed like one of those comments that you say to be polite. Then I looked at him, and I could tell right away that he had been serious, and it gave me a wonderful feeling inside. 

We did get along great, and on the surface it would normally have been something I'd jump at. But I couldn't shake the feeling of angst that would come with it. The longing I'd have for Ann and the emptiness I'd feel inside would certainly overshadow any fun that I would likely have on a fishing expedition with Marlin. Being with him would only remind me that I wasn't with her, and at the moment, I found it hard to see that there would be any 'fun' in that.

Marlin seemed to understand my sudden silence. He kept working, never looking up. But the language his body portrayed to me as I stared at the ground near his feet spoke for him for a time. Waiting for the perfect pause, he said, "You know, Neil, Jean and I were talking. If you want, you can come with us tomorrow to take Ann to the airport. We'd love to have you ride along."

It was a heartwarming gesture. But I knew I couldn't, and I think he did too. "Thanks, Marlin. But I'm going to have a tough enough time saying goodbye to her tonight, and I really hate airport good-byes. I think it would be even more awkward for me in front of you and Jean...no offense."

"Don't be silly. We just thought as close as you two have gotten, we should at least offer."

"I appreciate it, Marlin. I really do. But I'm not sure my heart can take saying goodbye twice. And like I said, I'm really bad at the airport. Not to mention you having to deal with me being silent all the way home from Fort Wayne."

He laughed and said, "It would be worse. She's flying out of Indianapolis."

"Well, that just made the decision even easier," I said with a smile.

"Go on in. Ann's still getting ready for you. Jean's inside," he said, nodding for me to go through the garage.

"Okay," I said as I walked in past Jean's car to the back door, feeling like family. Guests go through the front door, but Marlin never hesitated in telling me to go in the way a boyfriend would enter their house. I almost skipped on the way.

As I walked into the house, Jean was standing at the kitchen sink with her back to me. I knew it was her, but I played on her vanity.

"Wow, you look fantastic babe," I said as I stood behind her.

Jean turned her head around and said, "What are you talking about, Neil?"

"Oh, I'm sorry Jean. I thought you were Ann. You look the same from behind," I said as I smiled and stared at her ass.

Jean blushed and dried her hands. Turning around, she practically ran over to me and gave me a big hug. "Neil, you are such a Godsend to an old woman's ego!"

"Really? Wow, okay...so, where's this old woman you're talking about so I can really make her feel good about herself?"

Jean hugged me tighter, and laughed. "My goodness, do you ever stop being adorable?"

"I tried it once, but it didn't really take."

"See...that's what I mean. I could really get used to having those kinds of compliments more often. You really are cute to flirt with an old girl like me. And it seems to come so easy for you....how?"

"It's just me, I guess. I've resigned myself to being a hopeful romantic. Besides, flirting keeps you young."

"Well I'm sold!" she said as she took me by the hand and led me into her living room.

"Good. So, are you glad you didn't go to the wedding?" I asked.

"Based on how Ann came home, I think I should be asking you that question. Tell me, Mr. Thomas...were you good to my daughter while she was in your company?" she said, trying to tease me. 

"I'm not sure what you mean," I responded, trying to draw out some more information and get a feel of just how I should answer, "How did she come home?"

"She wasn't wearing any clothes under her raincoat, Neil. How do you explain that?"

"I can't. I'm still trying to figure out how a girl from California that's only here for a week got her hands on a raincoat in the first place."

Jean blushed, and that made me laugh. She finally pulled herself together and said, "Seriously, were you good to my daughter?"

"Did she come home with a smile," I asked.

"From ear to ear," Jean said, grinning like I'm sure Ann had when she'd gotten home.

"Then that's really all I need to say, isn't it?"

Jean blushed again, and she asked a follow up question I couldn't believe she had the nerve to ask. Actually, I was surprised by the entire conversation, but maybe I shouldn't have been after the way Ann had talked to my parents and their friends at the cookout. Maybe that's just the way Ann and I affected each other and those around us. Jean asked, "Was my daughter...good to you, too?"

My answer was my smile, which went from ear to ear.

We sat down after that and had a nice, somewhat normal conversation while I waited on Ann. I couldn't help but notice how much more relaxed I was from the first time...the only time I'd sat with Jean on that couch. She seemed relaxed too, put at ease by my playfulness. She was being playful too, feeling high about herself. I had the quick flash go through my brain that Jean couldn't wait for Ann to come out so we could leave, and she could get her hands on Marlin. I had this inkling that he was going to be getting lucky before the night was over. Or perhaps I was just so oversexed that I was seeing the possibility of potential fucking everywhere I looked, even when I wasn't involved.

And that next possibility walked out of the back hallway and into the living room like a goddess. Ann was absolutely stunning. She was wearing a one-piece shorts jumpsuit, and the legs of the shorts showed most of her legs, only coming down an inch or two below her crotch line. It was a soft yellow, and had a black zipper that ran from her pubic bone all the way to the top. Ann had the closure pulled up modestly, well past her breasts, but that didn't keep her nipples from making themselves evident through the thin material. The color was perfect against her tan skin and brown eyes. 

In her hands were two pair of shoes; a pair of low sandals, and a pair of 4-inch heels, both of them black. "Which do you think? I don't know where we're going, so I'm not sure."

She threw her long curls back off her shoulders, and flashed a broad smile as she held up one pair, then the other as she spun around to let me see her entire body. As I watched her perfect ass twirl by, my mind was spinning with it; the image of the outfit combining with the alluring scent of her distinctive perfume making me dizzy with lust. She could have gone barefoot, and no one would have noticed. 

"I'm not sure where we're going either. Why don't you bring both, just in case?"

"I love a man that thinks practical," Ann said as she walked over to me.

I got up off my ass and stood as Ann walked right into my arms. Jean looked on, and couldn't help herself. "You two look perfect together."

"Mom!" Ann said, half scolding, half pleased her mother had said it.

"Sorry, dear. But it's true. You're a very attractive couple," Jean said. And then she teased Ann, saying, "Although you could put a little more on,"

"I have more on than when I came home."

I winked at Jean as I gave Ann a quick kiss on the cheek. "She looks just fine to me."

"You're not looking at her like a mother," Jean said.

"I would hope not. Otherwise, Ann might never make you a grandmother. Did you ever think of that?"

Ann slugged me on the shoulder and said, "Great going...now she's going to start in with the 'why haven't you settled down' questions."

"I haven't said one word about that since you've been home, Ann," Jean said, getting a little defensive.

I tried to play mediator, and said, "Ann, I'm sure your mother wasn't trying to pick a fight, today of all days. And Jean, it shouldn't matter to you what Ann wears as long as she's covered. I bet Marlin would love to see you in an outfit like this. He wouldn't rush off so quickly to go fishing if he could sink his hook into you in that outfit."

Jean blushed, but Ann saw an opening and said, "I have one in navy blue in my suitcase. Your still close to my size...I'm sure it will fit. You're welcome to try it. But you have to wear some heels to really set off your legs." Jean turned a deeper shade of crimson and let out a little giggle. Ann persisted, "Go on. I bet Neil's right. Go see if you can get his mind off of fish for once."

"It'll be on hunting," I said with a nod towards Jean, who burst out laughing.

"I know what he'd be hunting too...I'm just not going to say it."

"Who cares, Mom! The fact that he still hunts is all that matters. I remember hearing you two banging into the wall all the time when I was growing up! You did it a lot! Hell, you did it last night!"

Jean was beyond embarrassed now. She was flushed, and started to sweat. She stuttered a little bit, before saying she needed to do something in the kitchen. She started to walk away, but Ann caught her arm and smiled at her.

"Mom, it's okay. There's nothing to be embarrassed about."

"Women my age don't talk about...you know."

"It's called sex, Mom," Ann said smiling, "and that's the problem; you never talked to me about it. Maybe we would have been closer if you would have talked to me about these kinds of things. That's why I always thought it was so hypocritical for you to be preaching to me the virtues of being a 'good girl', when you were getting your head banged into my wall five nights a week. And what about Alan? He may be too stupid to figure out the math, or maybe he just doesn't what to admit the truth...but I figured out when I was thirteen that his birthday was 4 months too soon to believe you conceived him on your wedding night like you've always told us. That's why I had such a hard time with your line of crap about saving myself until I got married."

Jean she started to cry a little. Ann put her arms around her mother and held her, patting her on the back and telling her everything was okay. It was a striking role reversal from what I had heard Ann talk about. Jean finally got herself together and pulled back from Ann a little, looking at her daughter in a new light.

"You're right honey. We fooled around in the back of your Grandfather's car, and we got pregnant. But I did love your father and he loved me. We were going to get married anyway. And we only did it that one time...which is why I was trying to protect you. It only takes one time to get pregnant."

"I'm not trying to make you feel guilty, Mom. I'm just telling you that if you would have been honest with me, maybe we wouldn't have gone through all that crap. And if it wasn't for Neil talking to you the other night, we might still be going through it."

"So, where does that leave us?" Jean said, wanting some closure before we left. She knew she wouldn't be able to talk about it the next day on the way to the airport, so this was the last time she and Ann would be alone. Well, except for me standing there. But I was like a fly on the wall at that point.

"Just don't pretend to be something you're not. Starting with thinking you need to be all 'Miss Goody Two shoes' around me. I know better."

Jean turned red again, and said, "Okay."

"Why are you blushing?" Ann said, asking the question that was on the tip of my tongue, but was afraid to ask, because it wasn't my conversation anymore.

"Well, the cat's kind of out of the bag now. So, yes, your father and I have had a very active...sex life. And it's been very hard this week with you home, because he's only made love to me once since you got back. And it's a good thing he didn't know you came home when you did, or he would have stopped."

"Make love? Don't you mean fuck?" Ann said, startling even me.

"ANN!" Jean said in protest.

"I told you, we need to be honest here, Mom. And I don't think what I heard growing up, or what I heard last night, could ever be mistaken for 'making love'. I'm 28 years old...I've been chased around the bed a time or two in my life. And from what I can tell, Dad seems to only likes to do it one way, and it's not making love."

Jean crossed her arms across her chest, and gave Ann a defiant stare; a smirk crossing her ageless face. "Did it ever occur to you, young lady, that maybe it isn't your father that's the one that likes it only one way?"

"Whoa!" I said softly, but loud enough that it announced again that I was there in the room.

Ann's jaw dropped, but I busted out in hysterical laughter. Jean followed that dropped bomb by saying, "Not that your Dad doesn't like to pound away too, but if I was ever going to get what I needed out of sex, then I needed, in your words, 'fucked'. Are you happy now?" 

Ann's hand was over her open mouth, the look of shock still on her face. She wasn't able to speak, so I took a chance and re-entered the discussion.

"The question really is, are you happy, Jean?" I said.

"You mean sexually?" she asked, never thinking it was inappropriate to ask.

"Yes," I said, nervous that I was prying.

"Well, normally, yes. But I just got done saying that we haven't been together like normal since Ann came home. It's only been one time this week." "So, I'm home. That never stopped you from doing it before."




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 16



Jean blushed again, and said, "I know. But it's different now."

"What do you mean it's different? Because I'm older and so I know what you're doing? I already did."

"Well, in our defense, we didn't think you could hear us. But that's not what I mean by different now."

"How could I NOT hear you? It was like sleeping next door to an angry woodpecker."

Jean laughed and said, "Okay...so we weren't exactly quiet. And that's my point."

"I'm not following," I said, jumping back into the fray.

"Me either," Ann said as she looked at me in wonder.

"The point is, since you and your brother have moved out, your Dad and I don't HAVE to be quiet. And I've gotten pretty used to being able to express myself, so to speak. The last thing I wanted was for you to come home and hear me screaming my fool head off, and I was afraid I'd forget you were in the house in the heat of the moment."

Ann let out a huge laugh and said, "Well, you forgot I was in the house anyway. And at least now I know where I get it from! I swear, I could never figure out how come you guys never screamed out. I thought it was just me who did that."

"When you have kids, you'll learn to stick something in your mouth to keep yourself quiet, too. Just do a better job of than we did of keeping your head from hitting the wall."

The two women looked at each other, and I could sense the warmth between them. A newfound respect for each other was budding. I knew it actually started the other day, but I felt like I was at the birth of a new and better relationship between the two of them. Ann reached out and grabbed her Mother's hands, holding them tightly. Fixing her beautiful brown eyes on those of her Mother, Ann spoke from the heart.

"Why don't you go back and put on my outfit and some heels, and go out and see if you can get a rise out of Dad. Neil and I are leaving...have some fun!"

"Well, first of all, it's the middle of the afternoon!"

"So?"

"So...we've never done it during the day."

"You're kidding!" I said.

"No, why?"

"There's no set time, Mom. Surprise him."

"I can't, honey. I..."

"Okay, Mom. I know that this has been a pretty intense little discussion. But it's been good. I hope we can keep being honest with each other, and start to share more."

Jean hugged Ann and said, "I'd love that honey. And I know that falls mostly on me."

"It takes two to communicate, Mom. I can do better too, okay?"

They shared a long and loving hug as I stood silently to the side. I was proud of Ann for looking for an opening and trying to build a bridge to span a generation gap between her and her mother that had started as a small crack when Ann was a little child, and had eroded over time into the canyon it became as she matured into a woman. I wasn't naïve enough to think there wouldn't always be some kind of chasm that separated them, but for the first time since forever, they were both trying to build a bridge and meet in the middle. 

Jean seemed exhausted, and said she needed a drink of water. So, we said a quick goodbye and went outside. Marlin was finishing cleaning his mess on the driveway with a hose as Ann and I walked out of the garage.

"My goodness, Ann, you look electric!" he said as he looked at his daughter. I couldn't have said it better myself. 

Ann sat down in his lawn chair and started strapping on her high heels. I hadn't told her where we were going, but she was making up my mind that it didn't matter. It was a not so subtle hint where her mind was. There was practical, and there was sexy, and Ann seemed to always choose the sexy option around me.

"Thanks Dad," she said as she looked up from buckling the thin black strap of her left stiletto around her slender ankle. 

"For what?" he said as he sprayed the driveway off towards the grass with a hose.

"For not getting on me about my outfit." 

He chuckled. "I gave up that fight up long ago. You're in fashion, sweetie. A man knows better than to debate clothing choices with a woman who works in fashion."

"Amen," I said with a grin.

"You don't like my outfit?" Ann said to me in mock surprise.

"Of course I do, babe. You know me...the skimpier, the better."

"Amen," Marlin said with a laugh.

"DAD!" 

"Not you, sweetie...I meant women in general. Well, attractive women, anyway. There are some out there that could use a lot more on, if you ask me. But you do look great just like you are, even to your old man. And I'm not commenting on your outfit. I'm just talking about you."

The door from the house to the garage closed, and we could hear Jean say, "So, you don't like Ann's outfit, honey?"

Put on the spot, Marlin spoke to his wife, who was secluded behind the car in the garage. "The outfit is fine, dear. I'm just not used to seeing something like that on someone I love."

Jean stepped out of the shadows, and into the bright sunlight of the driveway. She was wearing the dark navy version of the outfit that Ann had, and it fit her perfectly. She'd also taken Ann's advice, and had put on some black heels, although they weren't nearly as daring. They were three inches, tops. 

Marlin dropped the hose as he looked at his bride of over 30 years. 

Jean smiled at his reaction and said, "Well, if you're not used to it, maybe I should take mine off."

Staring at the silver zipper poised in the middle of Jean's chest, Marlin forgot we were even there and said, "I think I'd like to do that myself." 

He started to walk toward her, and Ann cleared her throat with a loud "Ah hum!" 

"Oh, uh, sorry kids. Just a little pre-occupied," Marlin said as he continued to remove Jean's outfit with his eyes.

"We're leaving. You two have fun," Ann said as she grabbed my hand to lead me to the car.

Jean laughed and said, "You too. OH, Neil...did Marlin invite you to come with us tomorrow?"

"Yeah. Thanks. I don't think I'm going to. But I really appreciate you thinking of me."

"Okay. Well, if you change you mind, just let us know." 

"Thanks," I said with a wave. Jean fell into Marlin's arms as I opened the car door for her daughter. As we drove off, I wondered aloud if they were just going to get undressed in the driveway.

"Why not? I was just naked there the other night," Ann laughed.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Driving down Main Street through town, Ann sunk into the seat and let out a deep sigh. 

"Are you okay?" I asked. 

"Yeah," she said, sighing again.

"I thought we were being honest."

Ann turned head to the side, her angelic face contented. 

"I'm fine, honey. I'm actually really happy that just happened. Just being around you has changed everything for me. I can't believe I just said those things to my Mom, and she actually listened. I don't think that would have happened if you weren't there."

"I thought you talked to her this morning...she gave you the raincoat, remember?"

"No...we didn't talk like that. We started the conversation, but we kind of agreed to disagree on a lot of things. Now, there seems to be more agreement. That's all because of you."

"Well, you've had the same effect at my house. My whole world's upside down."

"Is that bad?"

"No, it's not. Not at all. You?"

"I was thinking last night about how wonderful this vacation has turned out to be. I was dreading coming back. And it was heading down that path at the reunion. But meeting you on Monday...Neil, thanks."

"For what?"

"You've opened my eyes. I was beginning to think that there wasn't a decent guy on the planet. You brought out a side of me that I've wanted to explore more, but I kept getting hurt."

"I guess it helps that there were no strings, huh."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, we both knew you were going home tomorrow, so it's a little safer knowing there's an end coming."

"Is that what you think?" she said, wrinkling her cute nose.

"Well NO, I don't. I've actually been thinking that you're really my girlfriend. I mean, in the back of my mind, I know you leaving. But I only really think about that late at night. When I'm with you, it just seems so right to be with you, and so I don't think about it at all."

"Neil, I AM your girlfriend. I guess I can understand you feeling that this has been temporary, but I haven't been thinking like that at all. In my heart, I've never felt more connected to a guy...so it's been really easy for me to think that way."

"What about tomorrow?"

"Well, I've been trying hard not to think about that. And I'm not going to now. By the way, was my Mom inviting you to go with us to the airport?"

"Yeah, your Dad asked when I got there."

"Wow! I never would have thought they would do that. They must REALLY like you."

"What's not to like?" I said with a kidding glare.

"You know what I mean. That's huge. I'm telling you Neil, this week has been magical. And that's what's made it so easy to be your girlfriend."

"Well, yeah. But a real girlfriend wouldn't be doing some of the things you've been doing. Like I said, this has been kind of safe. There's no strings."

"Stop saying that," Ann said, looking a little miffed. "I just got done saying that I AM your girlfriend. Why would you say something like that?"

"Because an actual girlfriend wouldn't have done what you did last night?"

"What? Fuck you in the field across from my house? Why not? That was amazing!"

The car seemed to steer itself as we head out of town toward the city. The only destination we had planned was to go out. And Fort Wayne was the only place to go, really. That part seemed planned, but the details of our date were being left to chance. It was still early for a date. I'd wanted to spend as much time as I could on my last night with Ann. But I wanted it to feel like a real date too, not just a chance to jump her bones one more time. She deserved better than that.

"It was amazing Ann. Look, I'm not saying that I don't appreciate this week. I do...I still can't believe I'm with you. I'm just saying that this hasn't exactly been a normal, boyfriend-girlfriend relationship."

Ann was looking in my direction, having turned her body a little to face me. The smirk on her face was letting me know she was still in a very playful mood, but she was being deliberately coy.

"Whatever do you mean?" she said, trying to act like a southern belle. 

"I mean, a girlfriend wouldn't have been talking to my parents and their friends like you did last night," I said, trying to look serious.

Ann dropped the charade, and said, "Who says? I did...and I'm your girlfriend. Did you like it?"

"Well, yeah. But if we were a real boyfriend and girlfriend, that never would have happened."

"I don't think we'll ever know that, Neil. I'd like to think that since we did become boyfriend and girlfriend for the week, we would have anyway...because that's how I've been acting. And I can't believe for a minute that you didn't feel that way when you talked to my Mom the other night. You talked to her BECAUSE you felt like my boyfriend. AND, who the hell says that can't a couple act like we have this week. Why does it have to be that you have to act so, I don't know...normal. Isn't this better?"

"Well, yeah."

"Then let's leave it at that, and remember that if we were to stay boyfriend and girlfriend, this is how it would be. I don't want to think of it any other way." 

~*~*~*~*~*~

The next 25 miles flew by, and not because I was speeding. In fact, we were probably going 5 miles below the limit most of the way. Eventually, the conversation turned to what we'd done during the morning and early afternoon. Of course, I was trying to steer the car and the conversation the way I wanted them to go. I had the semblance of a plan, but I wasn't really sure if Ann would go for it, no matter how many times said she was a girlfriend that seemed game for anything, like we'd been doing.

When we got to the part about the photos we'd taken, Ann came alive. She was fidgeting in her seat as we talked, and we both shared just how much we enjoyed running around the house taking them. Ann was entranced, and I could tell she was getting turned on from the way her nipples were poking into the material of her jumpsuit. Her short panting breaths were making her lips dry, and she continually licked them. 

"I was in the shower thinking about tonight, and today. I just had to bring these with me. I can't seem to get them out of my mind, and I got to thinking about you and thought you'd like to see them again." I pulled out the packet of photos, which were stacked in the order they were taken, and handed them to Ann. 

"Oh goodie! I love pictures!" Ann said like a little girl.

I watched Ann shuffling from photo to photo, moving the one she had just looked at to the back of the pile so she could hold them in her left hand. Her right hand was sneaking down between her legs, cupping her pussy through her tight outfit. 

"These get me so excited, Neil!"

"YOU excite me, babe. Look what you do to me," I said, pointing at my hard cock bulging in my shorts. Even though they were loose, that only made the tenting effect more noticeable.

"Well, you do things to me too. I'm starting to think I should have worn underwear tonight."

I smiled. Just knowing Ann was naked under her jumpsuit made me tingle. She saw me leering at her crotch, and said, "What? You're hoping I show you how wet I am?"

"Maybe. I can't think of anything more erotic than a woman dripping because she's excited. I was hoping to take some more pictures of you," I said as I pulled out my regular camera from under my seat. "And you can take some of me for you to remember our weekend. They can keep you company on the plane."

"How's that going to help. You know I leave in the morning." 

"There's one of those one hour photo places at the mall. We can take some pictures and get them developed tonight." The devilish grin on her face gave me some pause.

"Too bad you didn't bring the other one so I can give you some more to remember me by. I don't think they'll develop pictures like these," she said, waving the Polaroid's in front of her. 

The Cheshire grin I flashed back told her she'd spoken way too soon.

"I played right into your hands, didn't I?" Ann said as she toyed with the zipper on her jumpsuit.

"Pretty much. I was hoping, but it turned out to be easier than I thought."

"That's because I'm so turned on right now I can't stand it. What do you have in mind?" she said as she started to lower the zipper.

"Well, I want some pictures I can put on a frame too," I said, mentally scratching my head as I wondered where we could go. "There's got to be a place we can go to use both cameras."

Ann lowered her zipper all the way to her mound, exposed her plush, narrow landing strip of pubic hair. She was also wearing a gold chain around her waist that matched her ankle bracelet. Moving the opening of the material to the side, she exposed her pert breasts to me, letting the jumpsuit fall off her shoulders as she leaned back against the door. She eased her hand down inside her pants, worming her fingers inside her pussy.

I would have loved to have watched her finger herself, but I had to keep my eyes on the road. Getting close to the city, instead of taking my normal route around the outskirts on the interstate, I went straight in towards downtown. I was thinking about Ann playing with herself, her pussy opening like a beautiful flower, and that image gave me an inspired destination to start our date, and our fun.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Ann wasn't trying to get herself off. She was trying to get herself to the edge, and keep her sexual energy up. She was stroking just enough to have her womanly aroma mix with her intoxicating perfume, creating a new fragrance that threatened to drive me insane with lust. I hoped that smell would stay in my car forever. 

As I drove, I tried to sneak peeks over at her. She was flashing me, but had shielded herself to where it would be difficult for anyone other than me to see her. At one point, I reached over and tweaked her left nipple, making her dig her fingers deeper into her cunt as she let out a moan. I knew if I kept it up, she'd cum, and I wasn't sure she really wanted to. I let go and put my hand back on the steering wheel, and the sigh of despair Ann let out was thick with desire. 

Ann noticed that we were moving into a more populous area, and she removed her hand and put the outfit back up on her shoulders. She covered up her breasts, but left the zipper all the way down as she stared at me, licking her fingers. 

"I hope you've got two loads in you, baby, because I think one isn't going to be enough for me tonight," she said as she tasted herself on her fingertips. That made ME moan, as my cock jumped. Ann giggled at the effect she was having on me. 

Making our way through the busy streets of downtown, we pulled into a large parking garage and parked on a floor near the top, backing into the space. There weren't any cars around us, but I was a little anal about having a new car. I didn't want to get it dinged up, so parking up top, to me, was safer. I reached under the seat and grabbed the Polaroid, and Ann lit up as I got out. When I opened the door, she'd opened the front of her outfit again to show me her chest.

"Do you want a picture now?" she said, acting like she was going to get undressed right there in the garage.

"That's tempting, but I have somewhere else in mind."

I reached out and played with Ann's tits for a moment before tucking them inside and pulling up her zipper halfway. I left enough to show she wasn't wearing a bra and expose the inside of her shapely breasts. 

"So you're thinking of somewhere naughtier than a parking garage?" Ann asked, a nervous lilt straining her voice.

"Actually, I was just thinking of taking some pictures of us somewhere more beautiful than this...somewhere as beautiful as you. Whether they're naughty or not I suppose will depend on how daring you want to be."

Ann's eyes popped a little as I took her hand, and we walked down the stairs and out onto the sidewalk into the bright sunshine. It was a cloudless day as we made our way around the corner and across the street.

"Where exactly are we going, Neil?"

I pointed ahead to an impressive looking building and said, "We're going there."

"Where's 'there'?"

"The Botanical Conservatory", I said as the sign on the front of the building came into view.

The city boasted one of the nicest indoor gardens I'd ever been to. They tout it as an oasis in the heart of downtown. The irony is that one of the rooms they have is an arid dessert; one of many different exotic landscapes that take you away to distant regions of the world without ever leaving the flatlands of the Midwest.

I had been there a couple of times, and had always thought it would be a perfect 'date' destination, but had never found the right girl that would appreciate its beauty. But Ann would get it. Ann was smart enough to understand the delicate balance of ecosystems, and sophisticated enough to appreciate the breathtaking nuances of texture and color that the world of horticulture had to offer. Given her background in fashion, she had a unique perspective of hues and shading, and I knew she love it inside. It was like a living, breathing Crayola box...the great big, industrial sized carton Crayola box with the sharpener built in.

Paying at the door, we went inside and walked from room to room, getting a feel for the place. It was pretty empty for a Saturday, but there were some people milling about. We found a couple nice people that were willing to take our picture together in front of some amazing backgrounds. Once we had some of those, we took turns taking pictures of each other so we have some nice normal ones to remember our week. I wished I had had the foresight to take them all week long, but I was so busy having a good time it never occurred to me to photographically document it.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 16



Ann lit up the camera. As photogenic as my ex used to be from a glamour standpoint, she still came off as plastic most of the time. Or maybe wax was a better term. Ann may not have been a model wannabe, but she was more lifelike, and more beautiful in front of the lens. And that image was enhanced because of her eyes. 

The ex had lifeless eyes, probably because she had no soul. Okay, that's the bitter ex-husband explanation, but it was a fact that she had dead eyes, like a doll. Ann's were not only alive, they were vibrant. The deep brown seemed to reflect the surrounding light and made them sparkle along with her brilliant white smile. Her poses didn't seem staged or forced. She was relaxed and just flowed in and out of her surroundings. She looked comfortable, and that made me feel that way.

We'd taken quite a few pictures of each other, in almost every setting in the gardens. We were making a second round through one of them, looking for more picturesque backgrounds to use, when the smile on Ann's face went from sensuous and alluring, to flat out sexual heat. Her eyes were on fire, showing not only that she had a soul, but that it was without a doubt a passionate one. 

Ann had her eyes on a tour of people that were coming up where we were. We got out of the way so that the guide could describe in detail the various plant life that was in the setting without us blocking the view. We stood behind the crowd of about 25 or so people and listened casually to the scripted monologue of the guide. Ann wasn't looking. She was standing right in front of me, facing me, giving me that sexy gaze as she leaned in close to me.

"I'm feeling naughty," she said as she took my hand and brought it to her chest. Lowering her zipper a little, she placed my palm against the bare flesh between her tits and bit her lip as she moved my wrist, forcing my hand under the material. I found myself fondling the underside of her left breast, my fingers drawn like magnets to her erect nipple.

When the group moved on to the next destination along the tour, Ann looked behind from where they came from. It looked like all the people in the room we were in, were involved in keeping up with the guide. There was no one behind them on the pathway, and they had moved around the corner out of our view. 

Ann moved over to where we just were and leered at me. "Get the other camera out," she said as she looked in both directions to make sure the coast was clear. 

As I put the regular camera in one of the big pockets in my shorts, Ann quickly lowered her zipper and slipped the yellow fabric over her shoulders. In seconds, she was striking a seductive pose, topless in front of an amazing floral display. I focused and took a quick snapshot, the film releasing out of the front of the camera, waiting to develop. 

Before I knew what was happening, Ann had herself covered again, and was dragging me behind her as she tried to catch up to the tour. We waited on the guide to finish the next prepared speech, watching the black square of the picture transform into a full colored image of Ann's face and bare chest. 

It was amazing, but Ann said, "We can do better than that."

The tour moved on, but we didn't, staying at another display of exotic vegetation. As soon as we were sure we were alone, Ann unzipped and bared herself again, this time going just a little further and showing her strip of pubic hair. I took a picture, and it was off to follow the group again. 

Ann's strategy worked. By following the tour, but hanging back when they moved on, we were allowed privacy on practically every stop. There were a couple of times where we couldn't take the picture we wanted because of someone coming from the other direction, but for the most part, it allowed us to have alone time in front of some of the most amazing scenery imaginable.

About halfway through the tour, Ann grabbed the camera from me and said, "Your turn!"

I was a little concerned to start, and on the first one, all I did was take off my shirt and give her a quick pose. She took a picture, but said, "You're going to have to try harder than that if you want me to go all the way, baby."

"What do you mean, all the way?"

"I want a picture of you naked. And if you do, I'll not only do the same, I'll show you pink," she said with an evil little snarl to her voice.

So, to get a picture that would get me off the rest of my life, I had to give her what she wanted first. If I were a more cynical man, I might have thought that it was all a set up, and I might do my part and she wouldn't live up to her end of the bargain. But Ann wasn't any woman, and the way she was acting told me that she couldn't wait to get undressed again. 

After the tour moved on at the next stop, I decided I'd give her want she wanted. I ripped off my shirt and quickly unbuttoned my shorts. I was not only glad I hadn't worn underwear, but that I'd gone without a belt. It was one more obstacle I didn't have to fool around with. Unzipping, I let gravity help and just let go; my shorts dropping around my ankles.

Ann giggled as I stepped out of my shorts and sandals, and stood totally naked in front of the jungle scene.

"God, you look like my own personal Tarzan!" she said as she took a couple of pictures. 

"Tarzan wasn't blond, and he had a loin cloth."

"Not when Jane was horny, he didn't!" she said as I scrambled to get dressed. My half hard cock was starting to grow rapidly, and I had to wedge it down my leg to get my shorts on. At that moment, I was thanking my lucky stars that Ann had wanted me to go first. If I had watched her go first, I might not have gotten my shorts back on at all. 

Ann handed me the camera, and I quickly put in a fresh pack of film as we hurried around the corner. We never caught up to the tour again. They had already left the next spot, which was hard to believe because it was the most amazing we'd seen so far. In the jungle setting, there was a lush tropical rain forest surrounding a mini waterfall. Ann looked at me and gave me a big hug. 

"Let's do this!" she said excitedly.

Getting into position, Ann scanned around the periphery. Feeling as secure as she was going to get, she backed closer, right up against the boundary of the display, and she lowered her zipper again. Slipping the jumpsuit off her shoulders again, she let it slip down her sexy frame and drop to the floor. Stepping out of the pile at her heels, she moved it off to the side and struck a very sexual pose. I worked fast, trying to keep up with her poses. 

After a couple more shots, Ann squatted down and spread her feet a little to give herself better support. She spread her knees wide, and reached down. I got low and pressed the button as she spread her pussy lips for me. One final pose had her keeping her legs spread as she squatted, and cupping her breasts, pushing them together to create a little more cleavage. Her expression was unmistakable, and I knew it was time for us to go find someplace more private. 

I stood in front of Ann as she pulled her jumpsuit back up her sexy legs. She was zipping up just as two couples walked up the path to where we were standing. 

One of the women looked at the waterfall and said, "Isn't that the most beautiful thing you've ever seen."

Ann was the one who responded, saying, "Yes it is. Be careful you don't get too close though. I got really wet standing right about where you are."

The woman looked at Ann like she was nuts, since there was no way any of the water could have splashed that far. Of course, Ann wasn't talking about that kind of 'wet', but the woman didn't know that. The funny thing was that even though physics would tell you it was highly unlikely for her to get any water on her, she still backed up a step or two. 

Ann giggled to herself as she grabbed my hand. "Come on, baby. Let's go."

I stuffed all the photos into my pocket and we walked outside. Ann was practically dragging me along beside her. The car was parked on the top covered floor, which was the fourth of the level. As we went into the structure, I started to head up the stairs, but Ann stopped me and hit the elevator button. With a vision of us having sex in the elevator in my head, and my mind was doing handsprings, and I hit the brakes and waited for the elevator car. 

It turned out Ann wasn't that daring. She actually was even MORE daring. We made out in the elevator; her hands fondling my cock through my shorts while I slipped my hand inside her outfit again and played with her tits. But that was just a warm up. She broke off the kiss when the door opened on our level, and she grabbed my hand again, pulling me toward my car, which was still the only one on our level. 

I unlocked the doors thinking we would be getting in the back. But when I opened the passenger door, Ann had other ideas entirely. Tucking herself in behind the door, she was hidden from view of anyone that might drive by, and we were on the opposite side of the garage from the stairs and elevator. Ann kissed me again, and the stood back and unzipped her jumpsuit one more time.

In seconds, Ann was standing on the concrete in just her black heels, and the gold chains around her waist and ankle. She turned and bent over, placing her outfit on her car seat, and exposing her glorious backside to me. Holding herself in that position, Ann looked over her shoulder.

"You just going to stare, or are you going to join me?"

I was going to join her, but first I wanted to 'document' the event. I threw took the Polaroid and snapped a quick picture of Ann bent over, and she gave me a look of disgust and said, "Men! Always making a woman wait!"

I put the camera on the roof of the car and took off my shirt. Lowering my shorts, I stepped out of them as well. If Ann wanted me to 'join' her, I was going all the way. My I put my cloths on top of hers, and my hard cock bounced as I moved forward. Knowing the chance we were taking, this wasn't going to be a long, drawn out session of lovemaking. It was destined to be a quick, hard fuck.

Easing my cock into my favorite pussy, I began long hard strokes. Ann grabbed the door frame of the car at the roof, and rocked her ass back into me. Having gotten ourselves all worked up inside the Botanical Garden, we were both very energetic. We found out early on that everything we said was echoing off the concrete walls and barriers, so we kept ourselves as quiet as we could. And even with that, our grunts and the slapping sound of my body hammering Ann's reverberated throughout the structure.

I reached up and grabbed the camera again, and took a shot of my cock entering Ann from behind. I took two actually, thinking she might like one for herself. Putting it back, I grabbed Ann's tits and fucked her harder. She was trying hard not to scream out. She must have remembered her Mom's words earlier about learning to stick something in the mouth to keep the screaming in check, because Ann spied my spare set of winter gloves sticking out from under the passenger seat where I keep them. Bending over further, she grabbed one and bit into it, effectively muffling her cries of passion as she began to cum.

With Ann bent over like she was, I felt an incredible sensation on my shaft. I held my hand on her lower back, letting her know I wanted her to stay like that. She looked over her shoulder and I could see her smile around the glove in her mouth. She reached back with her left hand and grabbed her thigh, and she had her other hand on the seat as she tried to steady herself. Her eyes closed as she rode another wave of her orgasm, making her legs shake rapidly.

With her cumming again over my dick, and the increased pressure on it, I felt my balls start to contract. Tapping Ann on her back, she knew I was ready to pop. She spit out the glove and spun around, getting on her knees. I grabbed the camera again as she took my cock into her mouth and started sucking the head while she jacked off the shaft. I took a couple of pictures just before I threw my head back and blew my load into Ann's voluptuous mouth. She moaned as I filled it with a big hot load of my seed. 

When I finished, Ann held my cock next to her open mouth. She had closed the back of her throat, and she was holding my entire load for me to see. She smiled and gave me a wink and a little nod toward the camera. I aimed the lens in her direction, and she let some of my cum seep over her lips, giving me a slutty image to shoot. I took two more pictures, one for each of us, and she faithfully swallowed the contents in her mouth, and then used her fingers to scrap what she'd let ooze out back in. She didn't want to waste a drop.

I was still breathing heavy as I looked down at my girlfriend. She had never looked more beautiful to me than at that moment. And it had nothing to do with her being naked, or what we'd just done. It was the smile. She was as happy as I'd ever seen her, and that made her the most gorgeous woman in the world to me. 

My stomach growled, and I looked at my watch. It was closing in on six o'clock.

"I famished. Ready to get something to eat?"

"Well, I just had dessert. I suppose I could chase that with the main course," Ann said as I helped her up.

We shared a quick kiss, and got dressed. I wasn't sure what the rest of the night had in store, but I seriously doubted we could top what we'd just done.



Ann: A Love Story Ch. 17



Ann was sifting through the photos I'd just taken of our intense sexual encounter in the parking garage, watching them develop. I was winding the car down the ramps to street level, on our way to find a place to eat. 

I was paying the attendant when Ann said, "Holy shit! These are really hot!"

I don't think she realized the guy was listening, but I loved it that when she looked up, she didn't care. She just kept looking at the pictures of her getting royally drilled by my fat cock. As we pulled away from the garage, Ann sank back in her seat and stared out the window. The pictures were still in her hand, and she was fiddling with them, even though she wasn't looking at them. 

"That might be the hottest thing I've ever done," Ann said out loud, although it seemed like she was saying it more to herself.

"Glad to help," I said as I turned the car to head north, toward the mall. There were lots of great restaurants in Fort Wayne, but there were a ton congregated around the large shopping center. I figured if we headed in that direction, we'd find a place that was agreeable to both of us. "So, if that wasn't it, what would have been hotter?"

"Take your pick. Pretty much anything I've done this week with you is the entire list. This has been the best vacation a lonely girl could have."

"Lonely. You don't strike me as the lovelorn type, Ann. I find it hard to believe a girl like you would ever be lonely."

Ann thought about her answer for a moment, staring out the window again. She seemed to be refecting on something that weighed her down.

"Well, when I dumped Ray after he screwed me over, I fucked around a little at first. I think it was to prove to myself that I didn't need him. Plus, I was horny. But after a while, it got old...and I wasn't ready for anything serious. So, I threw myself even deeper into work. Retail is so demanding, anyway. I worked about 60 hours a week when I had a boyfriend. After I left Ray, I'm probably up to 70. It's my store, so if anything's going wrong, I have to fix it."

"Don't you have good people working for you?"

"Yeah, but I guess I'm a bit of a perfectionist, so I tend to handle too much myself. I've never been that great at delegating. I told you before, I have a million dollar store, and that means a lot to me. I take my work seriously."

"So, you stopped dating?"

"Pretty much. Between work, and where I live, it's...been hard."

"What do you mean...where you live?"

"Well, it's not my house. And it's different from any other place I've ever lived."

"Is it about your roommates?"

"No. God no...Chad and Dana are great. But she had two young girls from her first marriage, and that's a lot of work for them. I kind of just stay in the background when I'm there. I spend a lot of time alone in my room. It seems like when I'm not working, I'm sleeping."

"So, you're not happy?"

"I don't know. I just know I'm tired. I keep telling myself I have to get a life. And for this week, I've had one...an incredible one. I'm not looking forward to going back to work, I can tell you that. But I know I have to. I have a lot of people counting on me."

"Yeah, but can you count on you?"

"What do you mean?" she asked. 

"Well, it just seems to me that if you're putting so much energy into making sure everyone else has a life, it wouldn't be too much to ask that you make sure you have one yourself," I said as I glanced over at her.

Ann sighed, and said, "I suppose. Sometimes I feel trapped. I'm in this job, and I have to work a lot anyway, because it's so expensive to live in California. I can't afford to live on my own...I've always had roommates. It can all be so overwhelming. I'd love to have a life...well, I have a life. Just not a very exciting one. I'd love to be able to live a little and enjoy myself more. That's why this week has been so special."

"So, why don't you enjoy yourself more?"

"That's a good question. I guess right now, besides the job, it's my living arrangement. I'm not comfortable bringing guys home to Dana's with her girls there. And I'm not going to a guys place. That's just too dangerous. Until I can find a place with some girls that are single, I'm kind of stuck."

"Yeah. You know, I have the same problem. I can't bring a girl home because my roommates have a kid, too. Oh...wait...I'm their kid."

Ann laughed, and I had to chuckle a little myself. Our plights were making us both lonely, and having each other to hold onto for the week had taken us far away from those circumstances. It was a nice respite from the doldrums of our normal everyday existence.

~*~*~*~*~*~

We were nearing the area around the mall, and I was hungry. But I was also trying to be a good boyfriend. I could think of a dozen places off the top of my head where we could go, with all different kinds of cuisine options. Yet, I didn't know what Ann might like. So I asked her if she had any preference.

"You know, I don't need anything fancy tonight. Do they have some kind of burger joint nearby?"

I knew just the place. There was a Cheddar's restaurant literally right next to the mall, and they had incredible burgers. We pulled into their parking lot a couple of minutes later, and went in to get in line. The girl at the podium told us we would have about a ninety minute wait, which wasn't all that unusual for a Saturday night at the dinner rush hour in Fort Wayne. Any place that was good enough to want to eat would have at least an hour wait, so leaving and finding another place was never a good option. The best bet is always to go with your first choice, and stick it out. 

I asked the girl if we could put in our name and leave, and come back in a little over an hour, so we wouldn't have to just stand there. She happily said yes, knowing that two less people in a crowded front lobby would at least make it a little less congested. So, I gave her my name, asked for non-smoking, and we headed back out.

"So, what are we going to do for the next ninety minutes? I'm not really interested in going to the mall. I spend my entire life in a mall," Ann said, trying to steer me away from the obvious choice to kill time.

"I thought we'd play a little golf," I said, pointing across the street.

Diagonally across the street from the restaurant, there was a Putt-Putt Golf and Games. I'd been there a hundred times with friends. Being that it was turning into another beautiful evening, it was a perfect way to have some fun and still be near the restaurant. We got into the car, and we waited at the light for it to turn green. 

Ann looked over at me and asked, "Do you think I should put my other shoes on?"

"That's up to you. Are you going to try to do well at the game, or are you going to try to turn me and every other guy that will be there on."

Ann grinned and crossed her legs, bouncing her sexily encased foot in front of me. I knew where her mind was, and I felt myself getting a little hard again. I loved it that Ann wanted to continue to toy with me, and try to drive me wild. She was as competitive as I was, but she shelved any idea of trying to 'win' at a silly golf game, and put her efforts towards winning an entirely different game. Of course, my opinion was if she won at that other game of flirting, we were both really going to win.

Getting out of the car, I grabbed the regular camera.

"Not taking the instant one?" Ann said with a naughty grin. 

"Do you want me to?" 

"I think you might want ME to," she said as she played with her zipper again.

Never one to argue with a woman that's right, I grabbed both cameras and we headed off.

Ann picked a yellow golf ball, telling me she needed to match her outfit. I grabbed a blue one, telling her that I had to match my other balls, which were already turning that color thinking about her. She giggled, and we started. With all the stuff we were carrying, I never bothered to pick up a scorecard or one of those little pencils. 

We were having a great time, just goofing around and trying to make each other laugh. That wasn't hard, since we were both in a silly mood, and everything we said or did was making each other crack up. There were three little golf courses at that particular Putt-Putt, and while the place was swamped, I chose the one that provided the opportunity for some seclusion from time to time.

Using the normal camera, I took several shots of Ann, and she of me. She was toying with me, her zipper down past her breasts to expose a lot of flesh. I was naturally attracted to her tan lines, which I found incredibly sexy. When Ann would bend over to putt, I'd take a shot of her wonderful ass sticking out, or her chest pushing into the thin fabric of the jumpsuit, making her nipples even harder.

When we got to a place where we were alone for a couple of moments, Ann grabbed me by the arm to get my attention. Pulling me to her, she kissed me deeply and said, "Quick, take a couple while we have the chance!" 

She yanked her zipper all the way down and pulled the opening wide, pulling her tits out so that the zipper was on the outside of each of them. Bending over to putt, she took a sexy stance and made sure her pert breasts were in view between her arms. I got low and quickly snapped two pictures and put them in my pocket to develop. 

Ann stood up and looked around, and pulled a nipple to her mouth. I was only able to get one picture of that, but I was pretty sure that was a photo just for me anyway. Putting her breasts away, I pouted a little as she zipped up her dress.

"Don't worry baby, I'll let you play with them later if you're a good boy," Ann said as she patted my cheek.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Our adventures at the Putt-Putt were over, since there were no more private areas where we could have some fun. I took a few more sexy pictures of Ann with her cloths in place, and we even had an older gentleman take a picture of the two of us. He was a little bewildered that we had two different kinds of cameras, but he didn't say anything as he took a photo of us at the end of our round. 

We still had a little time before we had to get back to the restaurant, so I told Ann I needed to make a quick stop into the mall. There were two pictures left on the roll, and as we got to an entrance near where I needed to go, I had Ann get out and pose next to my car.

"Lower you zipper, and show me as much as you can without actually exposing yourself," I said, hoping Ann would comply.

"Why? What are you doing?"

"I need to take two more pictures to finish up the roll, and I thought I'd give the guy that's going to develop them as good a view as he could ever get, since they don't develop nudes."

Ann smiled and lowered that infamous black zipper one more time, to just above the hair line of her pubic strip. She pulled the front opening as wide as she could, making sure she covered her nipples and areolas, but exposing the maximum amount of flesh that she could get away with. I took the two pictures and told Ann I'd be back in a minute.

"I'll come with you," she said.

"I thought you didn't want to go into the mall."

"I don't. But I know why you're going, and I'd rather be with you than without you."

My heart churned a little faster when she said that. Taking her hand, we went inside, and dropped off the film to be developed, telling the guy behind the counter that I wanted two sets of prints made. We weren't inside long, and we didn't talk much. It was in and out, and then back over to Cheddars to find out where we were in line. It turned out we'd timed everything perfectly. We were inside just a couple of minutes before we were being taken to a nice little booth in the back. It was very secluded, and reasonably quiet for being in a crowded restaurant.

I had sort of expected Ann to sit next to me, as she had a couple of other times when we'd sat down to eat in a setting like that. Instead, she sat across from me. It was hard to be disappointed, since I'd get to look at her all during dinner. But there was something so special about having her by my side that it made me feel like jelly inside. She must have sensed my mood as our cute young waitress came over to take our drink orders. Once she left to fill them, Ann wasted no time in addressing the swing in my attitude.

"You seemed to be upset that I didn't sit with you," she said, point blank.

"Not upset, just a little disappointed. I really like it that you do that. I've never been with a girl that sits next to me before. It's kind of 'our' thing, and since this is likely our last meal together, I was just looking forward to it. Not that I don't love looking into those beautiful brown eyes."

I felt Ann's right foot settle onto my left thigh as the waitress returned with our beer, and took our dinner orders. When she left, Ann gave me a sultry look, and suddenly, her being across from me didn't seem like such a bad thing. 

"Baby, do me a favor and take off my shoe," Ann said in a sultry voice equal to the look she was giving me. I was smart enough not to question her motives, and simply did as I was told. I unbuckled the sexy ankle strap and slipped off her heel, putting it on the seat between me and the wall.

"Thanks baby," she cooed as she started playing with my cock through my pants, using her toes to find the head. From there, she went back to the base, and began running the sole of her foot up and down my length, which was becoming longer by the second. 

Ann wasn't saying anything, but her expressive face was telling me everything I needed to know. I felt not only her passion for me, but her love. It was swelling her chest, and it was barely containable anymore. 

"I love making you hard," she finally said as she stared at my hazel blue eyes. 

"You've become pretty good at it," I answered, meeting her stare; my own love for her pouring out as I got caught up in what was a very open moment for the both of us. It was odd, since we seemed to dance around how we really felt about each other, both reluctant to actually say it. Maybe neither of us wanted to be the first, or by saying it, we were acknowledging that we loved each other, but were letting each other go. The whole thing seemed so warped and twisted...a lot like my stomach, which seemed to have butterflies all the time when I was around Ann.

"I have?" she said, trying to look shocked, but not really pulling it off very well. 

"All you have to do is sit there and I'll get hard."

"I don't think that's true, but I appreciate the sentiment. I do love it though. You have such a magnificent cock; I get wet thinking about it. That picture you took is going to give me a lot of nice moments."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked.

"It means my boyfriend it going to be 2300 miles away, and while he has a huge dick, it's not big enough to reach that far. So, I'll be using that picture while I stuff a cucumber, or whatever else I can find that's close to his size, into my hot little pussy."

"So, I'm still going to be your boyfriend when you're home?"

"I'm going to be your girlfriend until you tell me there's somebody else." 

Ann was leaving our future up to me, and I felt a huge weight land on my shoulders. It wasn't like I was being pressured, but Ann was making it pretty clear to me where her heart was. But again, neither of us could find the courage to say what we were feeling. Or more aptly put, we refused to drop our defenses and admit what we both felt. It was turning into a contest where neither of us would win; a really bad game of emotional chicken. 

That gnawing feeling in the pit of my stomach was now more than butterflies. It was fear. I wasn't afraid so much of making a bad decision. I was more afraid of not making one at all. Ann seemed to know that I was suddenly a million miles from that little table in the restaurant with her. She moved her foot down the inside of my right thigh, along my cock, towards my knee. Tucking her sexy toes into the leg opening of my shorts, she moved her foot back up my leg, and smiled as she pinned the soft underside of her foot against the hard flesh of my cock, pressing it against my thigh.

"How's that feel, babe?" Ann asked as she massaged my prick with her toes.

"Incredible," was all I could say. My mind was no longer wandering, or thinking about the pressure I'd felt a moment before. I only felt the pressure of her toes against my throbbing shaft.

"Have you ever had your cock jacked off by a girl's feet before?" she asked, making regular conversation out of something anything but regular.

"No, that would be a new one," I smiled.

"Oh, I'd love to do that for you someday. Imagine; my feet and legs covered in stockings, held up by the garter belt I'm wearing. And the matching half bra, pushing up my tits for you, making them look even bigger. Imagine how it would feel to have those feet gliding up and down your cock. Think about how I'd have to spread my legs, with my knees wide as I held my feet together over your thick, hard cock. You can see my pussy, all wet and dripping, as I pump up and down over your shaft."

My mouth was open, and so was the waitresses', as she caught the last part of Ann's description. I was surprised that she didn't drop our tray off food. Ann looked up at her and simply smiled, not bothering to apologize or explain, and she was certainly not embarrassed. In fact, I'd never seen her more confident or secure. 

The waitress, on the other hand, was a shade of crimson I'd never seen on a human being. She hurriedly set the food in front of us, and asked if we needed anything else, but was leaning away like she couldn't wait to leave us alone. Ann had other ideas. 

"Yes, I'd like your opinion on something."

"Ex-excuse me?" stammered the waitress, named Kelli according her her name tag.

"I'd like your opinion."

"Uh, okay...on what?"

"I was just wondering what you thought about what you overheard."

"I'm sorry?" Kelli said, looking confused, and trying to pretend she didn't know what Ann was talking about.

"Well, I was telling my boyfriend here how I'd like to use my feet someday to get him off. You were standing there, so I know you heard me. I just wondered if I was the only girl who thinks that that would be incredibly hot. Or am I crazy?"

"I think that's between you and him," she said, trying to get away.

"Oh, I know he thinks it's hot," Ann said, pressing her foot harder against my cock, making sure she had my attention. "But he's a little biased. I want a woman's opinion. What do you think?"

Ann looked up at Kelli, waiting...hoping, for any kind of response. Kelli could see Ann's body moving, her leg undoubtedly going back and forth as she continued to stroke my cock gently with her foot.

"I...I'm not sure what you want me to...say?" Kelli said, picking her words very carefully.

"I'm just looking for an opinion. If that makes you uncomfortable, you don't have to. I don't know how long you've been standing there, or how much you heard. But pretending you didn't hear me is a little silly, and I'm not ashamed of what I said, because I meant every word I said. So, am I the only woman that thinks masturbating her boyfriend with her feet in stockings is incredibly hot?"

Kelli stood frozen, practically trembling. She was staring at my chest, watching as my body was moved slowly from Ann caressing my dick with her foot. Finally she tore herself away and just left us. Ann looked at me and shrugged, and we ate our burgers while she continued to play with me, physically and mentally.

Ann not only continued to rub her foot all over my cock, she continued her sweet torture. Between bites, she would quietly describe how she would love to use her feet on me, and the various different ways she would do it. She was trying to get me on the edge, and she was doing a good job of it. She painted a picture of her using her bare feet, and generous helping of baby oil. As soon as she said baby oil, an image of being with Dawn at the hotel in Michigan came to mind; the two of us covered in that magic lubricant.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 17



Ann talked about several other scenarios using her feet, and then started talking about using her hands to jack me off. She was describing how she wanted to masturbate me for hours, bringing me close to an orgasm, but not letting me until she knew I couldn't take it anymore. She was being so graphic in her detail that I was feeling the pre-cum building up on the tip of my cock, and she quickly discovered it. Ann's smile lit up the dim booth, as she coated the tip of my cock with my own natural lubricant.

"I think you're loving this almost as much as I am," Ann said as she finished off the last of her burger.

"You really DO enjoy doing this to me, don't you?"

"Yes, I do. I have a confession to make," she said, flashing a sheepish grin.

A lump formed in my throat, and I didn't know why. I guess my personal history with confessions wasn't that good, what with the ex telling me she had a confession, and it turned out to be an affair. I doubted this was in that category, but just the word 'confession' was enough to make me nauseous. Ann seemed to know, and quickly calmed my nerves. 

"Relax. I was just going to say that I have this fetish."

"Oh...okay. And what would that be?"

"I love to masturbate."

"Well, by all means. Don't let me stop you," I said, motioning for her to feel free to take care of herself.

"I don't mean me...although I love to do that too. I have this overwhelming need to play with a guys' cock. I love jacking one that I made big and hard. Making it twitch and throb and pulse in my fingers. I want to bring it close to the edge, right to the point where it's ready to cum, and then slow down, prolonging the pleasure...and sometimes the agony. I know that sounds like I'm a bit of a cocktease, but I always get the guy off, and I've never had anyone say they didn't love with I do."

"Is that what this is?"

"Oh no...this is just the start, if you want. Like I said, I love doing this for hours, and I'm just as good with my feet as I am with my hands. At least, that's what I've been told. I just wanted you to know."

"Why?"

"I'm not sure really. I suppose I kind of think of it as my little secret, and I don't want any secrets with you." 

"Is that your way of saying you want me to share one of mine?"

"Do you have secrets?" Ann asked with a smile.

"Not that I can think of. I'm pretty much what you see."

"That's what I thought," she said as she worked on my cock a little faster.

Ann continued her verbal and physical teasing of my cock as we sat, wondering if we were ever going to see our waitress again. Kelli finally returned, and she seemed a little more prepared for what we might be talking about...and doing. She asked if we were interested in dessert, and we both shook our heads. She was off again, to get our bill ready. Kelli was all business, and that disappointed Ann because she wanted to try again to involve her in our conversation.

When Kelli returned, she handed me the leather wallet containing the bill. I pulled out the restaurant copy and looked it over, and then pulled out my own wallet and paid in cash. I threw in a hefty tip for Kelli, thinking she deserved it for putting up with two horny patrons that were doing their best to get a rise out of her. Kelli picked up the wallet and thanked me, and then she pulled out what I thought was the customer copy of the bill, and handed it to Ann.

"You two have a great time tonight. I hope to see both again really soon," Kelli said, with a lot of sexual suggestion in her voice. Ann and I looked at each other, and then we turned to look at Kelli. She just gave a little finger wave and took off again, leaving us to wonder.

"What was that all about?" I asked as I reluctantly pulled Ann's foot from inside my shorts and slipped it inside her stiletto.

Ann was looking at the paper and laughed, saying, "I'm not sure you'd believe it if I told you."

"Try me," I said as I buckled the strap of the heel around her ankle.

"Well, it seems our friend Kelli really wants to be our friend."

"And that means?"

"It means, she's looking to have a threesome with the two of us."

"Bullshit!" 

"I told you you wouldn't believe me," Ann said, true to her word.

"It actually says that?"

"No. But it does if you read between the lines."

"What does it actually say?"

Ann looked at the paper, and read it. "For the record, I do think it's hot to jack a guy off with your feet. I've done it. If you need some help doing it to your boyfriend, I'd really love a chance to do it with you. Or, you could do that to him, while I take care of you. I get off at 11:00, and I live close by. PS, if tonight doesn't work out, I'd be willing to do it some other night. She signed it 'Kel'."

"Wow! Did she leave a number?"

"Yep. Right on the bottom, next to her name," Ann said, showing me the paper. 

I read over the words, and still couldn't believe it. I looked up at Ann, who was smiling.

"So, do you want to?" she asked.

"Do you?" I said, surprised that she would even consider it.

"Well, she is cute," Ann said, sounding like she was trying to talk herself into something.

"You're into girls? That's a bigger secret than the one you shared earlier!"

"Not really. But I've thought about it before. And I've been thinking about it a lot more since you told me about you and Dawn, and Denise. So I'd be lying if I said it didn't interest me...a little."

"So, is this something you want to do?" 

"I'm not sure. But I'll do it if you MAKE me do it. Do you want to?"

"Truthfully?"

"Or course, silly!"

"No," I answered plainly.

"Really? What man doesn't want to make it with two women?"

"One that has one night left with his girlfriend, and he's really not willing to share her, even with a woman. I know that may sound selfish, but that's how I feel."

Ann's mouth opened, and she trembled a little. "No...no. That's fine. I...I...you, know that's just fine, Neil," she said, almost relieved.

"I'm sure you'll get another opportunity, if that's really a fantasy of yours."

"No. It's okay. I feel...honored."

"Let's go, baby," I said as I handed her the slip of paper.

"Where?" she asked as she got up with me, putting the paper into her pocket.

"I don't know. We'll figure that out. All I want to do is be alone with you while I still have the chance."

We walked out hand in hand through the crowded aisles. Ann was strutting, her amazing ass sashaying back and forth. I was limping, my rigid dick straining in my pant leg, begging to rise up and be noticed. There was little doubt that it was noticed by some that we passed. But one look at Ann would make it obvious to most of those as to why I was sporting a hard on. She was having that effect on lots of guys. 

~*~*~*~*~*~

We squeezed our way through the throng at the front door, and made our way out into the fresher air of the parking lot, I stopped on the sidewalk. Ann stopped too, and she first looked at me, and then at what I was staring at. Across from us, in the parking lot of the mall less than a hundred yards away stood the huge sign for the movie theatres at the mall next to where we were, listing what was playing and the show times. I looked at my watch and realized we had time to pick up the pictures and make it to whatever movie we wanted to see.

"Let's got to a movie," I said, turning to Ann.

"I thought you wanted to be alone," she said with one of her eyebrows arching in my direction.

"I do. And we can be. I can't imagine anything better than being with you in the dark, snuggling up next to you in the seat, and smelling your amazing perfume for a couple of hours."

"You can't think of anything better? Is your imagination broken?" Ann asked with a little laugh.

"You know what I mean. What do you say, does any movie up there interest you?" I said as I pointed at the sign. "Or would you rather do something else?"

"No. A movie's fine. Do you have a jacket in the car?"

"I have a windbreaker in the back, why?"

Ann's smile was quick. "I get cold in theatres. They always have them freezing."

I couldn't remember ever having that problem, at least in the places I'd gone to see movies. But who was I to say. I had a jacket if she felt she needed one.

"You pick the movie," I said to Ann.

"Okay, 'Field of Dreams,'" she said without hesitation.

"Really? Why?"

"Baseball for you, Kevin Costner for me," she said with a wink, although I sure felt like it was more than that based on how she jumped at the chance to pick the flick. Not that it mattered. I'd loved 'Bull Durham', and while I knew this wasn't that same kind of movie, I had wanted to see it but hadn't had the chance.

After a quick stop at the mall to pick up the pictures, we drove to the theatre, which was at the mall, but not actually attached to it. On the way, Ann sifted through the prints, separating them so that we'd each have a complete set.

"Some of these are really good, but they're not as hot as the other ones. Too bad you can't get this quality in an instant picture."

"Maybe someday," I said, not knowing that the digital age would eventually dawn, and everyone and their brother would have a digital camera and a computer to print their own high quality nudes.

I grabbed my forest green windbreaker out of the back of the car and handed it to Ann as we got ready to go inside. "At least it goes with my outfit," she said, always thinking of the fashion image she was setting.

I bought our tickets, and Ann wanted to wait until the last minute before we went into the theatre, making it sound like she wanted to stay warm. My coat was draped over her arm in front of her, and we stood idly by as people passed us to head into the screening room. The movie had been out for a while, and it wasn't very crowded in the theatre when we finally walked in just before the trailers started. Ann made us wait at the top, letting our eyes adjust to the darkness first before selecting a seat.

"Over here," she said as she led me to the left, pointing to a row in the back corner away from the doorway, and anybody else for that matter. There were maybe 40 people in a screening room that could hold 400, but they were all toward the middle or the front, closer to the screen. Ann motioned for me to go in first, and had me sit all the way against the wall, with her sitting down to my right just as the room went dark.

We watched the previews, and snuggled up as close as she could. The theatre had arms between the chairs that had the standard issue cup holders, but they were unusual in that they could fold up between the chair backs. Ann found this out early on, and that allowed her to actually lay into my side like we were on a couch. As she cuddled close, I sank back into my seat to watch the movie, her perfume filling my brain, relaxing me.

Ann had my coat over her lower legs as she curled her calves underneath her thighs on the seat. We melted into each other as the picture started; her head resting on my shoulder, her right hand on my thigh as I put my arm around her shoulder like I was comforting her. 

About twenty minutes or so into the movie, I felt Ann's hand moving down my thigh, seeking out my now flaccid cock at rest on the inside of my leg. I heard her say, "Mmmm" quietly as she found it, squeezing it with her fingers. Very slowly, she began a deep, methodical massage through my shorts, stirring it; pleading with her hands to make it come to life.

She played with me like that for a while, but then Ann got bored...or adventurous, depending on your point of view. I was engrossed in the movie, but enjoying what she was doing to me. Then I felt her reach up and grab the tab of my zipper. She gently pulled it down and reached her hand inside. Touching my hard, hot flesh, Ann let out a little hiss between her teeth, letting me know I was stirring something in her as well.

At first, Ann just played with me with her hand through the fly of my shorts. But the angle was hard on her wrist, and even though I had worn the roomiest pair of shorts that I owned, they really weren't designed to have THAT much inside them. She intended to solve that little problem by pulling out her hand and reaching for the button. The panicked look on my face must have been readily evident, because Ann reached up further and stroked my chest to calm me.

"Relax, baby. No one's going to see your magnificent cock. You need to trust me, okay?"

I nodded, and she reached back down and opened my shorts, peeling the sides wide towards my hips. It was still a bit of a struggle to get my stiff pole out from the leg, but Ann took her time and worked it gingerly up over my thigh, moving it around like the hand on a clock. I went from the six o'clock position to high noon in a couple of minutes, and Ann smiled at me.

"There. That must feel better. Now sit back and relax, and enjoy the movie."

"What about you?" I asked.

"I've already seen it. And I don't usually get cold in theatres," she said as she moved my coat off of her legs. Placing it over my lap, she covered my cock and what she was about to do to it.

"You've already seen it?" I said, shaking my head in bewilderment. Then it hit me. She had just warned me in the restaurant that she loved having the chance to play with a cock. When I gave her the option of what movie to see, she quickly chose one she'd seen. It wouldn't matter if she didn't watch all that intently, and that allowed her to practice her art. The idea that I was literally in the hands of a stunning woman with a masturbation fetish gave me a chill down my spine. I bucked up a little, and Ann squeezed my cock and let out a little giggle. 

What took place over the next hour was incredible. I'd never experienced anything like it before. Ann played me like I was an orchestral instrument and she was the maestro that knew all the different kinds of music known to man. It was a virtuoso performance; one that I was the sole beneficiary of. The combinations of stroke, pressure, rhythm and intensity changed by the minute, rising and falling like the scenes in the movie. Ann would bring me to the very edge of ecstasy, and then ease me back until it seemed I couldn't be farther from an orgasm and still be throbbing. 

If I had been masturbating myself, I would have given in to the incredible feelings and the urge to bring about my release. There was no way I would have been able to hold off, and my mind was craving the pleasure that orgasm would bring me. But the sensations that Ann's hand was producing was more electrifying than any time I'd jacked off myself. What my mind felt I needed never coincided with what Ann did next, and that sent me spiraling, my emotions colliding together. It wasn't what I'd do, and yet it was so much better than anything I could do, or had ever done to myself. I found myself fighting the urge to grab her hand and make her make me cum. It was the sweetest torture I'd ever experienced. 

Ann had let me regain my composure, and I was again at a point where my orgasm was far off in the distance. She held my cock lovingly, barely stroking me as she turned her attention more to the screen. Noting where we were in the flow of the movie, she let go of my cock and grabbed my shorts. With more efficiency than I would have thought to give her credit for, Ann stuffed my cock back into the right leg of my shorts and had be safely tucked away and zipped up. I was back to being bewildered as she took the jacket off my lap and put it back on her legs. When her hand fell back to the same position it occupied before she started playing with me, I took my eyes off the screen to look at her.

"The movie's almost over, baby, and I want you to see it. You'll thank me later," she said as she looked away from me, towards the screen. 

Ann was right. When Ray Kinsella looks at his father and says, "Hey....Dad? You wanna have a catch?" I began crying like I was a little kid. Any son who'd ever played catch with his dad would be affected by the ending. Not only was I among them, that scene was like an epiphany for me. I instantly recalled my own father, being away from home for days on business trips, coming home tired and beat. I'd ask him, and he'd grab his mitt and we'd head out to the back yard, with him still in his dress shirt and tie. It made me wonder if I'd ever be in that position on the other end, playing catch with a son of my own.

Ann and I walked silently out of the theatre, hand in hand. We were each lost in our own thoughts. Mine were of what I'd just experienced, and then how the ending of the movie had moved me, thinking of family. I had no idea what was running through Ann's mind, but I could tell she was moved in her own way. With just hours left together, I wondered how our night would end. All I knew was that I didn't want it to.



Ann: A Love Story Ch. 18



The crowd leaving the movie theatre was light, and the car wasn't that far away. Looking at Ann in the lights of the parking lot, I was taken by her smile. She was radiant, brighter than the lights that she was illuminated by. It was a warm, inviting smile; her deep brown eyes sparkling as she caught my stare.

"What are you thinking about, baby?" she asked.

"You," I said as I returned her smile with one of my own.

"I can only imagine," came her response; her words tinged with sexual imagery. 

"I wasn't thinking like that, Ann." I really wasn't thinking about sex with Ann at the moment. I had been so touched by the ending of the movie that my thoughts were more on how I loved her companionship. 

"It was the end of the movie, wasn't it? Did you like it?"

"Yeah," was all I could bring myself to say.

"I knew you would. I saw you crying a little," she said as she stroked my arm.

"So...I suppose you got to see my softer side," I shrugged, but not from embarrassment. 

"It's okay, Neil. I'm glad you weren't afraid to do that in front of me. I love the fact that you have emotions. It proves you're passionate...but I already knew that," she giggled.

It was okay. But having Ann say that she didn't have a problem with seeing her 'boyfriend' cry made me swell inside. Knowing she knew it wasn't a sign of weakness made me feel stronger as a man.

"It made me think of me and Dad," I said, staring at the pavement as we stood next to the car.

"And?" she asked, knowing there was more to it.

"And, what?"

"You said you were thinking of me. How do I fit into that?" she asked.

I wasn't sure how to answer her. I wasn't sure what I was feeling at all. Ann knew I was struggling, and she squeezed my hand harder, bringing me into the moment with her.

"Are you sure you weren't thinking something naughty?" she said playfully as she toyed with the zipper on the front of her little shorts jumpsuit. Ann had a way of snapping me out of whatever serious thoughts I might have been trapped in, and luring me towards were both really wanted to be. She lowered her zipper a little, exposing the inner globes of her cleavage to me. She practically hissed when she said, "I was really hoping you'd be thinking naughty, because I might let you do something naughty to me before the night is over."

Suddenly, any thoughts I'd had about the movie and the feelings it has stirred in me had vanished, replaced by lust for my girlfriend. She saw the look in my eyes and knew she had stirred something else.

"That's more like it," Ann said as she lowered her zipper all the way. I couldn't help but reach out and pull her to me, drawing her into my arms as I swept her brown locks from her face. "Got any ideas?" she said with an arched brow and a wry smile.

"I might," I said as my left hand slid down and grabbed her ass as I leaned in, kissing her full pouting lips. Ann let out a low moan from deep in her chest as she let me take her mouth. She was surrendering to my kiss, offering herself to me. 

As I pulled my mouth from hers, she blinked wildly, her own eyes filled with lust. 

"I'm all yours, Neil."

"What do you mean?" I asked, not believing my ears.

"Take me somewhere...anywhere. But take me, and do whatever you want with me." Then Ann bit her lip, like she couldn't believe she'd just said it. I was waiting for her to tell me to hurry up before she changed her mind, but instead she reached up and played with my chest through my shirt.

~*~*~*~*~*~

We drove out of town, down the interstate towards home. I had no idea where to go. I wished I had a bed to take her to, but I knew my parents were home, and so were hers. And I'd sworn off taking her to a hotel because it felt tawdry and cheap. I was rethinking that, when I felt Ann's hand on my thigh. Looking over, I could see her breast in plain view, illuminated by the headlights of the cars on the other side of the freeway. She'd opened the top of her outfit, pulling the material over her sexy shoulders. I peered down to her lap, noting her right hand was inside the opening, her fingers working their way to her crotch.

"Anywhere you want to take me is fine, Neil," Ann said, reading my mind again. I thought about taking her back to the pond we'd visited after our night at the dance club, but that was way past town to the west. I didn't want to wait that long. I racked my brain trying to think of someplace that was private where we wouldn't be noticed or disturbed. All of a sudden, it hit me. Matt! 

Actually, it wasn't Matt so much as his parents. Hank and Karen were an interesting couple. They'd both been married before. Hank had two older daughters from his first marriage. Karen didn't, but she had been married a while before divorcing, and then later marrying Hank. The two of them had been married for well over 25 years...but they were far from what you would call a loving couple. They bickered, and they argued. But they stuck it out, making their relationship work somehow. 

Hank was an architect, and he also worked as the county surveyor. He logged a ton of hours. Karen owned a kids clothing store in town, and she worked even more. Being workaholics added to the angst, as neither had a lot of spare time, and raising Matt and Maria fell on Ann's shoulders as a kid. She babysat them all the time, playing Mother to them while Hank and Karen were making money.

With Karen and Hank each being independent entrepreneurs, they had disposable income. They tended to spoil their kids to make up for not being around. But they also invested. I'm sure they had stocks or bonds that I didn't know about, but there was one thing I did know they had. And it was that one investment that came to me as I drove down the dark Indiana country road toward home.

Just down the street from Matt's house, on the next block, was a little apartment complex. Actually, it wasn't a complex...it was a building. It was a one story building, that had five two-bedroom apartments all connected. It was more like a strip mall in appearance. Hank bought it years before and renovated it. Being handy, and living close by, allowed him to keep an eye on the place and make sure it was well maintained. He was the 'super', for lack of a better way to say it. 

All of the apartments were stylish. Karen saw to that. And, they were all furnished, which was unusual for a town the size of ours. Hank felt that having furnished apartments made them more upscale, and it kept damage down from people moving in and out all the time. He had several long time residents there, with long term leases. But, there was one, the farthest from Matt's house on the end, which only recently had become vacant.

Matt told me about it for a couple of reasons. One, he lamented the fact over a beer that he had to paint it; something he didn't look forward to. Two, he was trying to get me to rent it, since I'd been looking for a place to call my own so I could move out of my parents house. I considered it, but the idea of it being furnished didn't really appeal to me. I had some of my own things, and I wanted a place I could call my own. And, I wasn't really thrilled with the idea of renting from the parents of a friend, especially one that gossiped as much as Karen did. I liked her, but I didn't necessarily trust her.

The third reason Matt told me about the apartment being vacant was he was using it. He wasn't living in it, but he did go there a couple of times to hook up with a girl he was dating. And, he offered it to me, knowing I'd been trying to hook up and yet not having any place to go. Up until that moment, I'd sworn off being desperate enough to use it. Now, it didn't seem desperate. It seemed practical, and perfect.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Pulling into town, I went down Main Street, but turned down a side street before I reached Ann's neighborhood. Coming in the back way, we approached down the street that Matt lived on, which was just around the corner from Ann's parent's house, which wasn't lost on Ann.

"So, you're taking that 'anywhere you want to take me' thing I said literally, aren't you?"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well, it looks like you're taking me home. I guess you want to test me to see if I was serious."

"Relax and trust me, will ya!"

Ann took a deep breath and kind of held it as we got closer and closer. In a way, I almost thought she wanted me to take her home, and take her there. And the way we'd left her parents, with Jean wearing one of Ann's outfits and luring Marlin inside for some afternoon delight...that might have turned out okay. But it wasn't a chance I was willing to take. 

I turned the car into the parking lot of the apartments and quickly turned off the lights. I drove around to the back, where Matt had told me to park if I ever decided to use the place. He'd given me the rundown of what to do to remain not only out of sight, but undetected by anyone around. I got out of the car and walked around to the back of the apartment. I checked for the hide-a-key box where Matt had placed a spare key, under the air conditioner unit on the back. There was a back door to every apartment. The middle three apartments had sliding doors. But the two on the ends had French doors that opened in. Finding the key right where Matt said it would be, I took it and returned to the car.

Ann was sitting patiently, her legs crossed. She was licking her fingers, no doubt tasting herself from the fingering she'd done the majority of the way home. I opened her door, and she looked up at me. 

"So, is this your secret love nest?"

"Why do you say that?" I asked.

"Obviously you've been here before."

"Actually, it's Matt's. Hank and Karen own these apartments."

"I know. I just figure you've been using it, since you seem to know how to get in."

"Matt offered it. But he's the only one that's used it. I never had a reason to, until tonight."

"So you've never been here before?"

"No. Like I said, I never had a reason to."

"Are you sure it's okay?"

"No, but I don't really care. Besides, it's not like we're breaking in. Matt left a key. And you're like family to the Sheppard's anyway, so I wouldn't worry about it."

Ann laughed and said, "Well, I am like a daughter to them, but I'm not sure how they'd feel about me using their empty apartment for something like this."

"It's late, and they're never going to know," I said as I held out my hand. Ann took it and stood up, her jumpsuit still off her shoulders as she held it up by her arms. Her breasts were still exposed, but in the dark, we were out of sight. I turned Ann away from me and pulled her into my body. Grabbing her tits, I tweaked her nipples, making her squeal.

"Quiet babe. We don't want the neighbors to hear us. You're going to have to keep your emotions to yourself tonight...okay?"

"If you say so," Ann said, acting disappointed. 

I moved my hands to her shoulders, and then down over her soft upper arms. I took the jumpsuit and moved it off of her arms, and let it fall to the ground. Ann stepped out of the outfit at her feet, and turned into me. She was naked expect for her shoes and that wonderful waist chain. She took the key from my hand and strutted toward the door.

"Pick up my clothes please baby. You can leave them in the car. And bring the camera," she said as she looked over her shoulder, before stepping into the dark apartment. 

I scrambled to do as I was told, and locked up the car before heading inside myself. Closing the door, I locked it behind me and opened the drapes to let some light into the room. I knew we couldn't turn on the lights in the main part of the apartment, because that could be seen from the street. But, the back bedroom was hidden from view. Matt had clued me in to the fact that if I used that one, I could turn on a light if I wanted.

I was going to take Ann in there, but when I turned I noticed she'd climbed up onto the table in the dinette area. Her legs were spread, and she had her feet up on the edge. She was leaning back, her body supported by her elbows as she looked at me.

"If you're hungry, I have something that you might find tasty for dessert," she said as she reached between her legs and played with her splayed pussy. I was getting ready to dive in, when she stopped me. "You're not dressed for dinner, baby." 

I took her hint, and was out of my clothes in seconds. Grabbing a chair, I pulled up my seat as Ann laid back on the table and played with her tits. Nibbling around her thighs, I tried to determine just how patient Ann was going to be. After having her play with my cock in the theatre for the better part of an hour and a half, I felt compelled to keep her on edge for a while myself.

I worked my way around her crotch, avoiding her pussy. I sampled her ass, reaming her tight back hole for quite some time, making her squirm and moan to the point that I thought she was going to fall off the table. It was twenty minutes before I moved north and began licking her labia, toying with the outside of her tender lips. 

I bit and pulled at them, stretching them out as I sucked them between my lips. Ann shook the table, her body rocking hard as she tried to move her hips to get me to touch her engorged clit. I let out a little laugh, and she grabbed me by the hair. She never tried to force me to her pussy, but I knew she was tempted. As much as she loved playing with my cock, I loved teasing her with my tongue. I felt so powerful with my face between her legs. A simple dart of my tongue would make her writhe in ecstasy, and I welded that power like a knight with a magic sword.

Another twenty minutes had passed before I drove my mouth over her pussy and clamped down. Ann came; her orgasm running through her body in one quick, violent rush. It was a flash flood, filling my mouth as I sucked on her clit and hummed, making a vibrating move with my tongue. I could feel Ann grab the edges of the table to hold on, and she was doing so for dear life as I continued my unexpected assault on her cunt. Her ass was moving away from me, until her feet slipped off the edge of the table, making her legs fall limply over the edge. With her back arched upward, I grabbed her ass and shoved a finger deep into her backside, which sent her off again. 

I stood up and marveled at the sight of my beloved Ann. Her head was off the table, leaning back over the edge. Her wonderful tits were pointed at the ceiling; her hard nipples rising and falling rapidly as she tried to catch her breath. Her knuckles were white as she gripped tightly to the table. And all the while, she was moaning. It was low, and sexy. She was trying to keep herself in check and not wake the neighbors that didn't know we were there, and that only made it hotter.

Walking around the table, I leaned down and cupped my hand under Ann's head, lifting it up so I could kiss her. Her eyes were closed, but her smile was wide as my lips found hers. Ann tasted herself on my mouth, and she kissed and licked around it to clean my face and get as much of her wonderful juice as she could find. I was playing with her tits, and she reached back with one of her hands and found my rock hard cock. 

Again I found myself being literally manipulated by her magical fingers. The woman knew how to handle a dick. I suppose I could have felt intimidated by that. She obviously had been with her share of guys to get that good. But then, she could say the same about me and the way I just ate her out. The fact that we both had a past didn't seem such a big deal. It made us who we were. The fact that we fit so well together was all that mattered to me.

When I stood up, breaking our kiss, I intended to take Ann to the bedroom. She had other ideas. Pulling me to her face, she smiled up at me and softly said, "My turn."

Placing the tip of my cock against her lips, Ann licked the head of my cock, tasting my pre-cum. Swirling her tongue, I leaned my head back and groaned. God she was good. I felt her hands reach back and grab my ass, and she pulled me in even closer as my shaft slipped past her stretched lips and into her mouth. Her head was leaning way back, and at that angle, it was a straight shot into her throat. Ann was forcing more and more of me into past her lips, and I could tell by her actions that she was trying to loosen her throat muscles. She had said she wanted to deep throat me, and she'd gotten to within about an inch and a half before. But I had always proved too much for her.

I looked down and tried to see Ann's expression. Most of it was blocked by me. My thick shaft and balls were hovering over her beautiful face, so it was difficult to tell. But her actions gave it away. She was determined to please me. She wanted to be able to say to herself that she'd done me before she had to leave. And as I watched, more and more of my cock disappeared down her throat. 

Ann wasn't sucking my cock as much as she was swallowing it. She would pull me in and hold me, letting her throat get used to the feeling. Then she'd push me back until just the head rested on her lips. She was lovingly kissing it, moaning as she played with the slit with her tongue. Then she'd grab my ass again and I'd push forward until I met resistance, and she'd stop me, and pull a little to force more of me inside. 

I'm not sure how long it took. Fifteen minutes; twenty; it could have been a half hour for all I knew. But finally, Ann pulled me forward into her with such force that my entire rod was buried inside her mouth and throat. I could feel her excitement as she held me there for a moment. Hell, I shared it. It felt like a victory for both of us. 

"I knew you could do it, baby. I'm so proud of you," I found myself saying as she pulled back to kiss the head of my cock again. 

"God that feels so big in my throat. I can't believe I just did that. I love your cock, Neil."

And with that she took me back inside and she did it again. And again. And again. In what seemed like seconds, Ann had not only deep throated me for the first time, but she'd become an expert at it. It took a moment for her to build her confidence and security that she wasn't going to get hurt by my length and girth, but she returned to the normal, sexually self-assured woman I'd grown to love.

Taking my shaft in her hand, Ann moved her mouth to my balls and sucked them into her mouth one by one. Going back and forth, she bathed them in her mouth, slurping and sucking them as she gently stroked me. That I was over her, and my balls were falling into her mouth, made the experience all the more intense for me and Ann seemed to love the power that position gave her. Taking advantage, she licked between my balls. 

My cock was pulsing. I loved what she was doing to me, and she responded by reaching up and cupping my saliva soaked balls, squeezing them gently in her fingers. Never letting go of my balls with her left hand, Ann guided my cock back to her lips, where she kissed and licked my head.

"Fuck me, Neil. Fuck my mouth," Ann pleaded as she ran a finger up my ass crack. 

That was all the incentive I needed. Ann pulled my cock inside her mouth by pulling my ass towards her, and in moments she had my shaft all the way inside her throat. Her nose was against my balls, and her chin was against my abdomen as I let her get used to me again. 

Ann groaned over my rod, and I knew she wanted me to start. I went slowly at first, making long, deliberate strokes in and out of her mouth. But she was squeezing my balls, and her other hand was roaming all over my ass cheeks, making me buck into her face. I was nervous at first, but I knew quickly that she wanted it that way. So, I picked up my pace and began fucking her more forcefully. 

After all Ann had done to me throughout the night to work me up, from the flashing at the botanical gardens, to the flashing on the putt-putt course, to the toying she'd done with my cock at both the restaurant and the movie theatre, I was ready to blow my wad. Ann was ready too. It was incredible.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 18



I was amazed that in that state of arousal, nearing my orgasm by the second, I had enough focus to reach over to my left and grab the camera. I held myself deep inside Ann's mouth and she felt the flash. Her groan made me start spurting deep into her throat, and she pulled back so she could taste my sperm fill her mouth instead of shooting straight to her stomach. 

I leaned forward, grabbing the table to keep from falling. My knees wobbly from the intense feelings I'd just experienced. Ann giggled as she licked my shaft, making sure she's gotten all of her own dessert.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Lifting Ann off the table, she grabbed the camera and the photo I'd taken with us as I carried her to the bedroom. I laid her on the bed and walked toward the lamp in the corner. "That was wonderful," Ann said as she curled herself up on her side, holding her head up with her hand as she posed her wonderful body for me.

I turned on the light and looked back at my angel lying there. "I'm the one that should be saying it was wonderful," I said.

"Yes, you should. But I'm just so happy I was able to do that before I left, I wanted you to know it was amazing for me too. Man that was hot!"

Ann smiled, and I took the camera and focused on her. She wasn't shying away from it. In fact, she was making love to the camera with her eyes. I took two great pictures. One with her lying there in that original position, and one of her with her legs spread, and her fingers playing with her very wet pussy.

"That one ought to help you jack off when you miss me," she said with a laugh.

"I miss you already," I said I put the camera on the table and climbed onto the bed with her.

We found ourselves in a quick 69, and she had me rock hard again in just a couple of minutes. When she felt I was at my hardest, Ann pulled off, leaving my prick slick again with her saliva. Hopping off the bed, I was stunned she'd left me there.

"Don't worry love. I'll be right back. But I want a couple of pictures for myself when I'm missing you and your big cock." 

I tried my best to pose for her, and she actually had to direct me into positions she wanted to remember me by. One was similar to the first one I'd taken of her, while the other had me grabbing my shaft in my hand, making it turn a deeper shade of purple and forcing the veins to protrude even more than usual. 

"Fuck, that's hotter than anything I've ever seen," she cooed as she snapped the shutter.

"You've never looked in a mirror very closely, have you?" I said as I licked my lips looking at her sexy body standing in front of me in her heels.

Ann eyes flew wide open at my comment, and she smiled brightly. "THAT kind of talk is why I'm going to fuck the shit out of you tonight!" she said as she jumped back on the bed and rolled me onto my back. I was balls deep into her tight, wet pussy in seconds, and Ann tried to live up to her statement.

Of all the women who'd ever ridden my cock cowgirl style, none had done it with the energy and the desire that Ann was. With her heels dug firmly into the mattress, her knees pointed toward the ceiling. I held them wide so I could watch her ram herself onto my shaft, while she held onto my arms for support. It was a wild fuck, full of grunting and panting on her part, and moaning and groaning on mine. It was pure animalistic lust, and I pictured us back in one of the jungle displays at the botanical garden going at each other like Tarzan and Jane. I grabbed the camera and took a couple of pictures of our coupling, and one of her hovering above me as she bounced on my cock.

When Ann slowed a bit, I took it upon myself to keep the momentum up by lifting my hips and flipping us over in one fluid motion. Ann found her legs over my shoulders, and I pounded into her without mercy. It was not only fantastic sex, it was fun! Ann was the next to grab the camera, taking a shot of me in that position. The thought of her using that in the future to get herself off really appealed to my ego, and I couldn't help from smile.

Ann began cumming again, and based on the ever increasing knowledge I had of her in bed, it was likely that she wasn't going to stop any time soon. The camera fell from her hands onto the bed, the latest photo still lodged in the front as it developed. My balls slapped under her, hitting her ass as I tried to keep up to torrid pace we'd set for ourselves. Having just cum, I was still a ways from going off again. But Ann's tight pussy, and her seemingly constant orgasm, was having a real effect on me.

Naturally, we were going too hard at each other that I had to slow sooner or later, but Ann didn't mind, and she didn't stop cumming. She was going up and down, riding the waves out as they hit her. 

"Your cock feels so good, honey. It was made for my pussy!" she said and she reached up and stroked the sweat off of my brow.

"I can't believe how tight you are," I said as I plowed into her.

"Fuck...I'M CUMMING!" she screamed. But I threw her legs off my shoulders and covered her mouth with mine to stifle her shouts. Ann grabbed my head and wrapped her legs around my waist, locking us tightly together as we continued to bump and grind our hips together. 

She began kissing me passionately, not wanting to let go. Not that I cared. I was so in the moment that all I did care about was making her cum as much as possible...to make that last fuck so memorable that Ann would never be able to get it out of her mind. I wanted to make an impression that would make me hard to forget, because I knew I'd never, ever forget her.

Ann reached between our bodies and started massaging my balls again, coaxing me to join her as she started climbing toward another orgasm. I knew that, because she said, "Cum with me baby. Fill my pussy with your cum!" It's hard to miss a sign like that.

Every thrust I made was met with another Ann forcing herself up into me. We were hitting each other so hard, I worried a little I was going to bruise her pubic mound. But the look on Ann's face told me to she not only wanted it that way, she demanded it that way. Grabbing my balls in her left hand, she pulled me into her with her heels, scraping them against my ass. God I loved fucking woman who had the good sense to play to a man's ridiculous fantasy's and keep her fuck-me pumps on during sex. Sure, it was a pure porno motivation, but the fact that Ann willingly did it only made it hotter and better for me. 

"You're going to cum, baby. I can feel your balls moving!" Ann announced, telling me what I already knew. That she knew it not only surprised me, it sent me off just a little sooner than I thought I was going to. I jammed my fat cock deep into that perfect snatch, and pumped my white hot sperm inside my 'girlfriend', who felt me unload and joined me with an intense orgasm of her own. 

~*~*~*~*~*~

We found ourselves spooning, my semi hard cock still wedged inside Ann's sticky cunt as we tried to catch our breath. We were both sweating heavily; the heat in the room having an effect as we came to the realization that there was no air conditioning in the place because it was vacant. I started to get up to open a window, but Ann stopped me.

"Stay here, baby. I don't care about sweating. It's worth it. Just hold me."

I reached around and grabbed her tender breast, pulling her to me as we lay still, feeling each other breathe in unison. I wanted to go to sleep, so I could wake up with Ann just like that...the way I loved to be with a woman. But I knew I couldn't. I knew that time was running out. I didn't say anything, wanting to hold on to her...not wanting to think about letting go.

Still, that thought eventually crept into my mind. I knew I had to get Ann home eventually, and that time was upon us. I looked at my watch, and Ann noticed.

"What's the matter?" she asked, knowing the answer.

"I've got to get you home, baby," I said, trying not to sound sad.

"Not yet. I can sleep on the plane tomorrow if I'm tired. And you can sleep in in the morning since you're not coming to the airport."

"Ann, it's late. I..."

"Fuck me again, Neil. Please. One more time, just like this," Ann said, bucking her hips against my cock, flexing her pussy walls to grip at my flaccid prick. 

"I'm not sure I can," I said, unsure if I could get hard again after cumming twice in such a short time.

"I know you can, love. You know you want to, and you know I need to feel you hard inside me one last time. Do you want me to suck you hard?"

Just that offer, and what Ann was doing with her magical cunt, stirred me. I began to grow, and she began to giggle as she felt me inflate like a balloon inside her. The bigger I got, the more she did with her walls. It took a little bit, but I was hard again, and Ann soon began undulating her sexy hips into mine, fucking me. Grabbing her tits, I eased my shaft in and out farther and farther, until I was finally taking full strokes.

"I knew it. You love fucking me, don't you?" Ann said.

"I love you," I replied, not thinking about what I said. But there it was, out in the open. After dancing around my feelings for Ann for the better part of the week, I got lost in the intimate moment we were sharing, and I opened my heart, exposing it.

Ann shivered, and while I was worried about what I'd said, I let it go and concentrated on making love to her. In almost any other circumstance, I would have been paranoid that I didn't get the 'I love you' back in response. But I knew how Ann felt, and I knew that my saying it could only make her departure harder...so it was better that she didn't. 

Yet I felt that love from Ann, in the way she was moving against me. Her body reacted so differently from the moment those words left my mouth. She was letting me know with her actions, and her reactions to my actions, that she felt the same way. At least, that's how I chose to believe in my feeble brain. Maybe it was a mind game I was playing to compensate for not having the sense to keep those words buried in my chest. But at that moment, it all seemed so natural that I didn't care. I ignored any normal warning signs that I might have made a mistake and plunged ahead, literally.

It was a long, slow fuck. It was more passion that heat, and though her back was too me, Ann kept looking over her shoulder and smiling. That, to me, was a good sign...one I chose not to ignore. After a while, she said she wanted to see me fuck her. I felt vulnerable at first when we switched into the missionary position. Having her big brown eyes focused so directly on mine unnerved me at first, but her smile washed that away quickly.

Ann pulled me to her, kissing me deeply. When she pulled back, she held my face in her hands. 

"Make me cum again, honey. Make us both cum with that powerful cock of yours!"

I wasn't sure I had any more to give, but I figured I had the rest of my life to build up my next load, and this was my last chance to be with Ann. Inspired by her words, I took long, forceful jabs in and out. It wasn't furious, but it was steady and consistent. Ann was egging me on, telling me to fuck her hard and deep. She wasn't saying faster, just hard and deep. 

"That's it baby. That's it. Give it to me. Give me that big cock. Give it to me and make us cum together!"

The idea of cumming together was nice, and that brought Ann close. We ended up cumming in unison as she pulled me to her again and we shared a tender kiss. Well, she came. I pulsed a little, but there was nothing to speak of that came out of my cock; I was drained and empty. After having countless orgasms over the last week, it was all I could to do give Ann her final orgasm. I was content with that. I collapsed into her arms, my body falling into hers as she hugged me.

"That was wonderful," Ann whispered into my ear. I could feel her smile, even though my head was next to hers. 

"Yes, it was." 

It took all of my courage to finally pull myself up and pull my shrinking member from her warm, inviting pussy. I was about to go a mushy, when Ann snapped me out of it.

"Grab the camera. You've got to get some more pictures of your cum oozing out of my pussy!"

I laughed and found myself a little thrilled that Ann would want that kind of a memory to take home with her. I waited until just the right moment, when Ann forced a huge glob to escape her walls. It was such amazing image, and I snapped two pictures, one for each of us. When she made an even bigger load spill out, and it ran down toward her puckered ass, I took a couple more. I was going to ask Ann if she wanted me to get something to clean it up, but she seemed so proud as she looked at the first pictures develop that I knew better. 

I reached down and held out my hand, and Ann took it as I helped her off the bed. She put her arms around me and hugged me again.

"Do we need to clean up this mess?" she asked, thinking practical in a moment that was anything but.

"I'll take care of it tomorrow," I said as I turned off the light and led her out into the kitchen. Grabbing my clothes, we walked naked out into the night as I locked the door and put the key back in its hiding place. Ann sat in the car, just as she was, leaking my cum down her legs. And I couldn't have cared less. She looked so wholesome and sexy that it seemed natural. I climbed in with her, and we sat there for a minute. I finally pulled on my shorts, and threw my shirt on, but Ann just looked at me and nodded. She wanted me to take her home as she was.

~*~*~*~*~*~

I started the car and quietly pulled around the building before turning my lights on. I turned towards her parents place, passing Matt's house on the way. It was a very short, quiet drive. My heart was in my throat, as I pulled into the Franklin's driveway. The front porch light was on, and Ann was easily seen if either Marlin or Jean were up. But it was two in the morning, and that was highly unlikely. I got out of the car, and walked around to open Ann's door. She handed me the camera, and spread her legs as she put them on the cement. Putting her hands on the doorframe of the car, she flashed a smile.

"Go ahead. This is how I want you to remember me, baby," Ann said as she gazed towards me. I lifted the camera and took two more pictures and then two up close shots of her pussy again. It was red and puffy, her clit throbbing as it peeked out from its hood, and my cum was still dribbling out. It really was a sexy image, and I felt a quick pulse in my shorts. I wasn't getting hard again, but Ann had that effect on me.

Pulling out her jumpsuit, Ann slipped it over her long legs and stood up, quickly pulling it over her shoulders to cover herself. She didn't bother to zip it up as I gathered the pictures I'd taken and made sure she had at least one of every shot we took. Handing them to Ann, I took her other hand and we walked around the car. We were heading for the front porch, when I stopped.

We were in the grass, under one of the magnificent maple trees that were in her parent's front yard. I turned Ann toward me, looking her in the eyes. She smiled as she looked at me, and I was filled with emotion. A feeling came over me like a blanket, enveloping me in a kind of warmth that I'd never experience before. 

I must have had an unusual expression on my face, because Ann gave me one of her own.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

"No, I'm not."

"Oh baby, don't make this..."

"Ann, I meant it."

"You meant what?" 

"I love you," I blurted out. A tear formed in my eye, and I wasn't ashamed of it. I don't know where the sudden burst of courage came from, but I knew what I had to do, even though I knew the outcome may not be what I wanted to hear.

"Neil..."

"Ann, let me say this." She froze, and I took the pictures from her for a moment and put them in my pocket, and took both of her hands in mine as I looked in her eyes. "I've tried to deny this all week, telling myself this was just a fling, and that we were enjoying each other for what it was...just a week being boyfriend and girlfriend. But I can't let you go. I know that now. Ann, I love you. I knew it on Tuesday at the bar, and I've been trying to talk myself out of it ever since. And yet, every time I do that, I fall more in love with you."

"What are you saying?" she asked, biting her lip.

"I'm saying that this whole thing has been fate, and I'm standing here tempting it, thinking that my life is going to be okay after you leave. But it's not going to be, because you'll have my heart. Ann, I can't let you get on a plane and walk out of my life...will you marry me?"

Ann gripped my hands tightly as she trembled. Then she burst into tears and threw her arms around me, hugging me just as tight.

"YES! Oh my God yes! I love you too, Neil. I think I've loved you forever! I was just too scared to say it! I didn't want to hurt you!"

I had no idea why I'd asked Ann to marry me so quickly. It seemed rash, and desperate. And yet I knew as soon as she said yes that it was the right thing to say. In less than a week, I'd fallen in love and asked a woman that I really barely knew to marry me, and it felt more right than anything I'd ever done in my life. We hadn't even discussed any of the logistics, the most important of which was her living 2,300 miles away. But I knew we'd figure that out. 

As we kissed under that tree, both of us tearing up, a thousand thoughts ran through my mind in just seconds. And all of those vanished in a poof when Ann pulled back, pressing her forehead to mine, our eyes locking again. "Wow...we've got a lot to talk about yet tonight, don't we?" she said with a little laugh. 

She was right.



Ann: A Love Story Ch. 19



"YES! Oh my God yes! I love you too, Neil. I think I've loved you forever! I was just too scared to say it! I didn't want to hurt you!"

I had no idea why I'd asked Ann to marry me so quickly. It seemed rash, and desperate. And yet I knew as soon as she said yes that it was the right thing to say. In less than a week, I'd fallen in love and asked a woman that I really barely knew to marry me, and it felt more right than anything I'd ever done in my life. We hadn't even discussed any of the logistics, the most important of which was her living 2,300 miles away. But I knew we'd figure that out. 

As we kissed under that tree, both of us tearing up, a thousand thoughts ran through my mind in just seconds. And all of those vanished in a poof when Ann pulled back, pressing her forehead to mine, our eyes locking again. "Wow...we've got a lot to talk about yet tonight, don't we?" she said with a little laugh. 

She was right.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Ann and I were getting married. The when, the where, and really, even the how had yet to be determined. Maybe even the why. But we'd both finally caved to our suppressed feelings and told each other how we really felt. As we stood there in our embrace under that maple tree, it was suddenly hard to talk, because neither of us knew where to start.

Ann and I indeed had a lot to talk about, starting with who was moving where. I couldn't see myself in California, but then again, I'd never been there. Maybe that's where I needed to go. But Ann quickly put that out of my mind. She'd been thinking about us actually getting together more than I'd considered, based on what she told me. 

"I don't want to live in this town," Ann said very bluntly. "Too many people know us, and as magical as this week has been, I can't live here again."

"So you want me to move to California?"

"HELL no!"

"Hell no?" I said with a laugh.

"Well, I suppose if you want to. I was just thinking that it would be easier if I moved back here...just not HERE," she said looking around.

"Well, we can live anywhere you want. I can commute to work. But I don't make a ton of money. So we just can't live anywhere. But I suppose we can find a place nearer to Fort Wayne."

"We've got time to figure that out. I just don't want to be stuck in this town, and I don't think I can handle small town USA again. I need more than that."

"Okay...but you're serious about leaving California? That seems like a pretty quick decision."

Ann laughed and said, "I marrying a guy I've dated a week. That's what's going to be tough to explain. But I've been thinking about leaving California since Wednesday."

"Wednesday? What happened Wednesday?"

"You took me to our 'Prom', and that's when I knew I loved you."

Ann's sentence hit me like a ton of bricks. Our time together dining, dancing, and more, at the Starlight club had had a profound impact on me. I didn't know it had had even more of one on Ann. I guess I was so consumed with how I was feeling that I never considered how the whirlwind adventure we were on really was affecting her. I mean, I knew how she felt about the sex, and about how amazing everything else between us was. But while I dreamed and wished she wanted more, I never seriously thought it could happen. In my mind, there seemed to be just as much of a chance Ann would have said no than to actually say yes to my proposal. 

I was curious, and couldn't help asking, "Why? What happened that made you feel that way?"

Squeezing my hand, Ann said, "Because that's when I knew that you loved me, and it made it okay to for me to give in to my own feelings about you."

I wanted to ask her how she knew, but it didn't matter. It only mattered that we both knew early in the week. And while it seemed silly at the time, knowing we both loved each other early on made it easier to accept the fact that we were getting married. It didn't seem so 'rushed'. Hell, it still sounded strange to think we were actually getting married, but I liked that I could somehow rationalize it. It was a bit of a stretch, but I suppose you can use even the thinnest reasoning to justify an action if you try hard enough.

"When would you think about coming back?" I asked Ann, not really asking about a wedding date, but when I'd get to be with again. I didn't even want to think about a wedding date yet. I was lightheaded as it was.

"Well, it's going to be a while. I have to give notice, and I owe it to my girls and my District Manager to make sure there's a smooth transition. I love my girls, and that store has been my life. I want to leave it in good hands."

"So, what does that mean, exactly?"

"I don't know baby. I'm guessing a couple of months. We'll just have to see. Why, are you in a hurry?"

"No. But I already miss you now, and you're still in my arms. Like I said, I don't want to let you go."

"You said you can't let me go."

"Okay, semantics. I can't let you go," I said with a grin, hugging her in my arms.

"Worried I won't come back?" she asked playfully with a smile.

"Maybe," I said, and suddenly I was, since she planted that seed of doubt in my head.

"Look, Neil. Fate brought us together. I really believe that. But we have been going at each other nonstop for almost a week. If we're going to make it, maybe this is the best thing. It lets us cool off and think. And absence makes the heart grow fonder."

"No, it makes the lonely hornier," I said with a smirk.

"Well, you have some pictures to help you, and I'm sure I can find a way to talk you through the HARD times," she said as she stroked my cock through my shorts, "but only if you talk me through mine. You're not the only one that's going to be lonely, you know."

Ann was right, again. She had a habit of being right, and I wondered to myself if I could really handle being married to someone that was right all the time, which made me laugh a little. She noticed, but didn't say anything. 

"Okay, I guess I can wait," I finally said, pouting a little myself.

Ann gave me a sweet kiss, and said, "It's going to be okay, Neil. I really feel good about this. Being away from each other for a couple of months will be a good test. We can date over the phone. You know, talk, and find out more about each other...away from all the great sex. I want this to work. And you have to admit, right now, this whole relationship is based on the sex. It's incredible sex...mind blowing, life altering sex! The best I've ever had in my life! But I want to do everything I can to make sure we have more than that."

As much as it pained me, that made sense. It would have been easier to accept if Ann wasn't still fondling my crotch, but she was right. So I told her so.

"You're right Ann. You're always right, which is a bit of a pain in the ass now that I think about it."

"I'm not always right," she said, slugging me lightly on my shoulder. "You've taught me a lot about myself this week that I never knew, Neil. You better get used to the idea that we're an equal couple. I don't see one or the other of us wearing the pants in our marriage. Oh my God! I can't believe I'm getting married!" Ann began giggling like a little girl, and she threw her arms around me.

"If I have my way, neither of us will be wearing pants at all," I said as I squeezed her ass playfully.

Ann kissed me again, and said, "I can't wait to tell Mom and Dad!"

A shiver ran down my spine, and for the first time in the minutes since I'd asked Ann, reality sank in. I was about to dive back into the murky, turbulent waters of matrimony. The same shark infested sea that had chewed me up and spit me out eighteen months before, washed ashore a humiliated and broken shell of a man. And here I was, standing on the dock, ready to jump in again without a life preserver. The only saving grace was I felt in my heart that I wasn't making the dive alone, and the woman I was going diving with was a Baywatch babe.

When I'd asked Ann to marry me, it was just the two of us, and it was like we were on a private island. But her wanting to tell her parents was like I had walked into a wall face first. I wasn't having second thoughts. That wasn't it at all. I was having a problem trying to wrap my hands around the fact that I had to find a way to tell MY parents. 

"Ann, I have a favor to ask," I said sheepishly.

"Okay...what?" she answered, kind of lifting her shoulders and bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet. 

"Could you kind of... NOT tell your parents right away? It's going to take me a little bit to find a way to tell my parents. I'm not sure how they're going to take this."

Ann gave me an odd look and said, "You don't think they like me?"

"Oh my God, Ann, that's not it at all. They love you."

"But they won't approve. Is that it?"

"No...it's not that either. They'll approve, eventually. I'm just not ready for the onslaught of questions surrounding our jumping into this so soon...when we've only been together six days. I know I'm not rushing into this. I dated my first wife for three years, and I already know this marriage is going to work after just six days. I just have to find a way to explain that to them."

Ann stroked my face with her soft hand. "Baby, I don't think you're giving them enough credit. I'm pretty sure they see us a lot clearer than we have...I think we were the last ones to admit we love one another. I bet they've known it all along. Besides, do you really expect me not to tell Mom and Dad? This is something I need to tell them face to face, not over the phone."

"Yes...of course," I said, smacking myself upside the head with the palm of my hand. "You're right...AGAIN. But, can you at least tell them to keep it to themselves until I find a way to tell my folks. You know how this town is."

"Okay. But you can't wait too long to tell them, babe. My Mom isn't going to be able to hold it in that long."

"That's fair. Just have them give me a couple of days. I need to wait until our company is gone. I don't want to do it in front of them. I want to be able to tell my parents first."

We talked a bit longer, but eventually, I had let Ann go. We kissed one last time, and she told me she'd call me when she got home from the airport to let me know she'd gotten home okay. I took a deep breath, taking in her perfume one last time before I climbed back in my car and backed out of the driveway. Ann slipped inside quickly, not wanting to prolong the inevitable any more. I drove silently into the night, making the short trip home. 

As I drove up my parent's driveway, I felt at ease. That, to me, was amazing. I'd asked Ann to marry me practically on a whim and a prayer. It was a decision based largely on emotion that had been fueled by the fires of passion. Making a major life change because of the magnificent sex Ann and I had together was not only going to be hard to defend, it was insane. When I factored in that Ann and I had just finished an incredible evening permeated by our aroused excitement, ending in another amazingly erotic carnal encounter, proposing in that frame of mind was ludicrous. For Ann to say yes when she was under the influence of the same sexual stimuli told me she was just as crazy as I was.

Or, she was certain we were meant to be together...fate. She used that word, and I found that it warmed me from the inside out. We WERE meant to be together. There was a reason for my feeling at ease. It told me that we were crazy only if we DIDN'T stay together. I'd been thinking all along of the reasons we couldn't be together. And in the end, I realized I kept overlooking the one and only reason we had to stay together. We loved each other. 

I seemed to float from my car to the house, carried by the thought of having Ann to share my life with. I didn't remember opening the door to the house. Or closing it...I only remember looking in the mirror, seeing my smile as I brushed my teeth.

I stopped by the little half bath just outside the laundry room to get cleaned up a little. With our company still in the house, I went into the living room through the dining room and closed the door. The door to the front hallway was already closed, and my Mom had pulled out the bed again for me. I was worked up, and I thought I was going to have trouble getting to sleep. But the peace I felt about Ann and I getting married was real...and the week of constantly being on edge finally caught up to me. Knowing I didn't have to get up helped. I was out fast, dreaming of Ann. 

~*~*~*~*~*~

For the first time that I could remember, I woke up knowing exactly what had happened the night before. There wasn't a foggy feeling that what was in my head was a dream, or an illusion. There were no half truths, or misinterpreted recollections. I was as clearheaded as I could remember after waking up from a deep sleep. I recalled every wonderful moment from the night before, including the improbable ending. It all seemed so vivid in my mind. 

What I was struggling with was what was happening in the moment.

It was five thirty in the morning, and I'd only been asleep for a few hours. I wouldn't say that I was refreshed, because I had been running on empty for what seemed like a month. I was beyond tired. But I was awake. Actually, I was awakened. That familiar feeling of someone joining me in bed jostled me from my slumber, and it was followed by a soft, warm body nuzzling up next to mine, spooning against my back. Since I was naked, I was suddenly alert. My sense of awareness heightened more so when a feminine hand worked its way over my hip, slinking down toward my cock.

As much as I wanted it to be, I knew it wasn't Ann. I wasn't sure who it was, but I had a pretty good idea. I looked over my shoulder, cautiously.

"Good morning, Paula."

"Good morning, Neil. I hope you don't mind me joining you. I've tried to be patient, but I feel a little like a kid on Christmas morning. And I was thrilled to see you'd already unwrapped my present."

"What are you talking about, Paula?" I said as I grabbed her wrist, and pried her hand off my shaft.

"You...you're already undressed for me."

"I'm not undressed for you Paula. I just sleep this way. What the hell are you doing in here anyway?" I said, trying not to start a scene. But I was a little perturbed. I was tired, and I really wanted to go back to sleep. I wanted to get back to my dream, involving a very naked Ann in a very interesting sexual position. I wanted to see how it ended, to use for future reference.

"I'm just following your rules, Neil. You said that you were off limits until Sunday, when Ann left. And it's Sunday."

"She hasn't left yet. She leaves for the airport in a couple of hours."

"So, you're going to deny me because of a technicality?"

"No, I'm going to deny you because you're married. You should know how I feel about that Paula."

"I figured you'd bring that up. Neil, do you know what a cuckold is?"

I laughed. "I was one, Paula. Remember?"

"Uh...yes. Sorry. But you were the bad kind...the unfortunate kind."

"I didn't know there was a difference."

Paula spent the next ten minutes trying to convince me to fuck her, all on the pretenses that Rob was a willing cuckold. She spun a tale of how he enjoyed her fooling around with other men, and how he got excited by it. Actually, I had heard of that phenomenon...or fetish as it were; and I suppose it was possible that Rob and Paula really did live that lifestyle. It seemed plausible. I found it hard to believe that someone like Paula would have so little self control that she would throw away a marriage for something so frivolous, not to mention doing it in my parents' home. For her to make up such a story didn't pass the smell test. But I couldn't get what my ex had done to me out of my mind. I couldn't fuck her because of that.

I also knew I couldn't fuck her because I was suddenly engaged. I was in a tough spot though, because I didn't want Paula to be the first person I told...that had to be my parents. And Paula was so cute and persistent that it was making things hard...and not just my cock.

"Look, Paula. I'm not comfortable with this. I hope you understand...I'm not judging you and Rob. But this isn't going to happen. In my mind, I can't be a part of something that sort of even seems like what happened to me. Even if you and Rob are okay with it. I mean, maybe it would be different if he told me himself, but..."

"Do you want me to go get him?"

'WHAT? Fuck no...Paula, seriously."

"Neil, I just..." She stopped, knowing I was serious. The look of disappointment on her face hit me. I felt horrible. After all, it wasn't like I didn't play a part in it. I was the one that lit the fire, standing naked in front of her in my room, even though it really was innocent. But I didn't try to put it out. Instead, I fanned the flames by practically sticking my hard cock in her face. 

I looked at Paula, and it was obvious she was really worked up. She looked just like Nancy had in my office the morning she caught Ann and I playing on the phone. And that made me think about how Ann had told me to take care of her. Eat her, but no fucking. If I remembered clearly, I thought she had said, 'I'm firm on that.' I knew I'd have to confess to Ann later about what I was considering doing, but I also knew I had to find a way to end this melodrama before it became a lot worse. So I compromised with my brain.

"Paula, because this is all my fault, I AM willing to help you. I can't fuck you, but I can do something else to get you off."

"I'm not interested in you fingering me, Neil. I can do that myself."

"I was thinking more along the lines of eating you."

"Well, tell me, how is that not sex?"

"It's sex, Paula. But it's okay, because Ann told me that that's okay."

"What? You talked to her about this?"

"Not exactly, but you'll have to trust me on this. It's kind of a take it, or leave," I said, pointing toward the door. 

"What about you...I've been dreaming about your..." Paula pointed at my throbbing cock.

"Yeah, I know it looks like I'm ready for anything, Paula. But truthfully, I'm all fucked out. Ann really outdid herself last night. Well...all of yesterday. I'm afraid you wouldn't get my best. But I CAN give you my best if you let me do what I can do."

"It just that I kind of had my heart set on..."

I put my finger to her lips and smiled. "How about you finish that sentence after I'm done."

~*~*~*~*~*~

Paula insisted on getting naked. That was her one stipulation for 'settling' for me eating her pussy instead of fucking it. I don't know if she thought seductively stripping for me would change my mind, but it was a nice bonus. And for her age, it was a very nice bonus. Paula's body was hard and toned; she had obviously spent a great deal of time making sure of it. Perhaps it was their lifestyle, feeling she needed to be a hard body in order to attract other men to make both her and Rob happy. From where I was looking, it was time well spent. 

Of course, I was looking from a vantage point that was between her legs. And I couldn't see a lot, since my focus was limited. But what I did see was amazing. Paula wasn't shaved, but her jet black pubic hair was very closely cropped and neatly trimmed. It felt soft and, well, luxurious against my face when I'd rub against it.

I was a half-hour into my cunt licking session, and I'd brought Paula to the edge a half dozen times without letting her cum. She was all over the mattress, moving her body to try and get me to touch her in a way that would change that. I was focusing my attention on nibbling and licking at her outer lips. Every once in a while I'd drag my tongue across her pussy, making her groan. I knew from the night before that Paula was one of three very vocal women in the house when it came to sex. She had her face covered with a pillow to try and silence her moans. 




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 19



"Are you ready to cum, Paula?"

"Oh God...yes! Please!" she screamed into her pillow.

I considered dragging it out even more, but I really was tired. So I heeded her plea, and latched onto her clit, sucking in hard while I raked my tongue across it. Paula sat up a little bit, before dropping back on the mattress. 

"OH SHIT! MAKE ME CUM. MAKE ME CUM!

Her entire body shook, and I had to grab her thighs to hold her still. I was holding on for dear life, but I continued to flick at her swollen bud. Paula unloaded; my mouth rewarded with a steady flow of her wonderful fluid. Like most women, Paula had her own distinct flavor. Hers was a little more tart than most, but it was enjoyable just the same.'

I could feel her thrashing her head back and forth, and I slipped down and stuck my tongue deep into her snatch. I dug there for a little bit, bringing her another intense release, before finally pulling up. 

Paula was now exhausted too. Her body was covered with a slick sheen of sweat, and she was breathing very shallow as she tried to catch her breath. Frankly, I was too. I had worked harder and faster, in order to please Paula. I wanted to do her justice, but at the same time, I wanted the experience over with so I could go back to sleep and dream about Ann. It may not have been my best performance, but you wouldn't have known it based on how Paula was reacting.

"Neil, I've never...in my life...had anyone...do anything...like that...to me...before."

"What, you've never had anyone lick your pussy?"

"Not like...you did," Paula said, taking a deep breath and calming down. She put her hand on her chest, feeling her heartbeat. "I don't know if it's because you're so young, or what. But that was incredible. I'm not sure I'll ever be able to look at you again the same way."

"I knew that when you saw me in my bedroom to start this whole thing. Did you get what you came for?"

"Well, no. I came in here hoping for you to fuck me. It's what I had my heart set on...but I can honestly say that I've never had an orgasm like that before. So, yes, in a sense, I did. Are you sure I can't repay the favor?"

"Yes, Paula. I need to get some sleep. I really am exhausted."

Paula gave me a quick hug, and picked up her nightgown and panties. I watched as she walked out of the living room, her back shining from the sweat that covered her. She closed the door, content with returning to her husband naked. I knew it wasn't what she came for, but I was glad I stood my ground, to some extent. It was still going to be difficult to tell Ann that I betrayed her, but at least I didn't fuck Paula. At least I could say that I was firm on that. I only hoped and prayed that Ann would understand. 

~*~*~*~*~*~

It seemed dark when I finally woke up. I wondered if I'd slept through my entire Sunday, and it was heading toward Monday morning, and what would likely be an ugly day at work. Looking at the clock on the end table, I saw it was only 5:00PM. Then I heard the rain coming down hard on the roof, and it all made more sense. I had slept away the rest of the morning, and most of the afternoon, but at least I had some of the day left before I had to go back to bed and think about missing Ann, and going to work.

I got up and curled my toes in the carpet, a habit I had to help me wake up. The room smelled like sex. Sure, some of that had to do with the little dalliance I'd had with Paula. But most of it had to do with my reeking of it from my time with Ann. I was in a dilemma, since I had to deal not only with my parents, but our guests, including Paula and Rob. They would know why the room had such a distinct aroma, and it would undoubtedly bring up questions. 

I wasn't sure I could fend off six of them inquiring about my evening with Ann. I still didn't know yet how to tell my parents that I was suddenly engaged. I wanted no part of having to defend the decision in front of their friends too. Besides, I wanted to tell my parents alone, so if, like Ann suggested, they were more in tune to our being in love than I thought, we could share the joyous moment as a family.

And that didn't even bring into play any nerves I might get from being around Paula, or the reaction I might get from Rob. I hadn't thought about having deal with that while I was going down on her. I only wanted to get back to sleep...and it was obvious I needed it, since I'd slept another ten hours or so since she'd left the room. Thinking about facing all of that almost made me want to crawl back under the covers. 

As the minutes passed, I noticed that I didn't hear anything in the house. Not a single noise. No talking, no television or radio. Not even any sounds of sex from any of the three couples, which came as a great relief. After hearing all of that once before, it wouldn't have surprised me that it could happen again.

But it struck me that something was amiss. I'd never been with my parents and their friends when there wasn't some kind of conversation, interrupted frequently by laughter. It was impossible for them not to have a good time together...and while I suppose they could be quiet if they tried really hard, being silent wasn't imaginable. The only conclusion I could come to was that I was at home alone again.

Taking a chance, I put my shorts on, and walked through the door to the dining room; looking around the corner toward the kitchen. I could see from there that on the counter, in the 'spot' that Mom would always leave me notes, there was a piece of paper. I walked over and picked it up to read it.

Neil,

It's 4:30, and we're off to go to Fort Wayne again for dinner. Paula and Rob are treating. Mack and Carrie left for home already. You'll have to fend for yourself for dinner. Dad and I should be home around 8:00. Hope you had a good night's sleep. Know you needed it. And I hope you had a great time last night.

Love,

Mom

With the house to myself, I had some cleaning up to do. I scrambled around the house, and quickly stripped the sheets off all of the beds. I made them all, and then got dressed and drove over to the apartment Ann and I had used the night before and stripped that bed. I found another set of sheets in the closet and made that bed too, and then took the dirty ones back to the house to wash. I threw them into the laundry and got it started, and then headed to the shower to get myself cleaned up.

~*~*~*~*~*~

A couple hours later, all the laundry was done, and the house was put back the way it was supposed to be, at least according to my Mother. I'd also gone back to the apartment one more time to return the clean sheets. I wanted that off my mind before the workweek started and I lost track of it. Plus, it was better to wash them while the parents were gone. I stopped at Dairy Queen on the way home to grab some dinner, and headed home to veg.

Mom and Dad came home around nine, and we made small talk for a while before Dad headed to bed. Not wanting to get grilled by my Mom's not so subtle interrogation techniques, I decided to head back to my room and watch TV. To my surprise, she didn't pursue it. I think she knew I needed some space, and that I was probably struggling with Ann being gone. My head was filled with questions of my own, most of which I didn't feel like searching for the answers to, at least at the moment. 

It had been over a week since the TV in my room had even been on, and I settled down to watch anything that I could find semi-interesting while I had a beer, trying to lose myself in the mindless act of vegetating. I wasn't very successful. Flipping through the channels, it seemed whatever I saw would remind me of Ann. 

It could be anything, and I'd find a way to twist it into something that happened between the two of us while we were together. I finally found a ball game, which was enough of a distraction that I was able to at least relax...eventually. At first, I thought about Ann keeping score at my softball game, and her flashing me with her wonderful dress. The very night she said she knew she loved me. The game turned out to be a pretty entertaining one, and I was able to pull away from my thoughts of Ann for a while and go numb. I was totally surprised with the phone rang at about 10:30...to the point that it made me jump even though I had it set on the quietest setting.

We only had one phone line in the house, so it was really my parent's number. And it was years before the advent and popularity...and the lifeblood that is now the cell phone. My parents phone was all there was in the house. 

I had become a man without a number; the final humiliating blow in a dissolved marriage, where I was stripped of my own 10 digit connection to the world. Losing a phone number in a divorce may seem like a trivial thing, but when you end up with no place to have a phone of your own, the feeling of loss and being literally disconnected from the world can seem overwhelming. Never more so than when a phone rings where you live, and you know it's not yours to answer.

A knock at my door was followed by a soft voice through the crack when it was opened. Mom was always cautious when she entered my room. I suppose she didn't want to take a chance walking in and seeing something she wasn't prepared for. But I was pretty good about locking the door when I needed privacy...and I tended to jack off late at night when they were already asleep. Frankly, masturbating was the furthest from my mind as I looked toward the door. 

"Honey, Ann is on the phone for you," was all she said, and she closed the door quickly before I could reply. While I wished it were Ann that had called me 'honey', I was glad Mom kept it short and closed the door. Suddenly, I wasn't numb any more.

"Hey baby! How was your flight?" I said, trying to be cheerful as my heart ached already from the distance between us.

"Long. But it was good. Well, uneventful anyway. It's been a long day. How was Paula?"

"I...I...I'mmm sorry...what did you say?" I said, stammering as she caught me off guard. I knew I heard the question right, but it actually shocked me that Ann had asked it. 

Ann let out a big laugh and said, "What's the matter...cat got your tongue?"

"Uh...no." Not the cleverest answer I'd ever come up with, but I really was at a loss for words.

"Or is your tongue still in her...pussy! You seem to be having trouble saying anything."

I got a little defensive, saying, "What are you talking about?" I suddenly wondered if Ann had called Paula, but then I dismissed that crazy thought quickly when I thought about what time the parents came home. There was no way Rob and Paula could have made it the two hours to their house already. And would Ann even have their number?

"Neil, don't feel like you have to cover up. It's okay. We need to be honest with each other if this marriage is going to work. Okay?"

"H...how...did..." I was stuttering, and still nervous. Getting busted cheating wasn't what I considered a great way to start an engagement. I ask a woman to marry me, and I'm having oral sex with another one a couple of hours later? Thinking with my dick got me into a huge mess when I flashed mine in front of Paula's greedy eyes. Then I couldn't find a better way out of the problem that created. Suddenly somber, all I could say was, "Ann, I'm so sorry."

"Why, was Paula that bad?"

I shook my head a little and said, "That's not what I mean. I'm sorry that I let you down."

Ann laughed again, trying to put me at ease. "Why would you think you let me down, honey?"

That was the first time Ann had ever called me that...and that flash I had of my Mom saying it earlier vanished, and it was replaced by an image of my fiancée. I smiled, and said, "I know I should have..."

"Neil, I'm the one that put the thought in her head. I told her you were mine until I left, and she'd just have to wait until I was gone before she went and did anything. I still can't believe she and Rob do all the stuff they do. But hey, who would have thought we'd do the stuff we do, huh? So, how was she?"

"Ann, I asked you to marry me. Why would you tell her something like that?"

"Babe, you asked me last night. My conversation with Paula about her lifestyle was during the cookout on Friday. If I'd known you were going to ask me to marry you, I wouldn't have told her it was okay to jump you when I left. Well, maybe I wouldn't have. I don't know, to tell you the truth. I really felt bad for her when she told me about seeing your huge cock in front of her face in your room. I bet she loved that big thing inside her, didn't she?"

I ignored that question, saying, "Well, why didn't you tell me after I asked you so I would have known?"

"I forgot. I didn't think about it until I was on the airplane. It wasn't like I could call you at that point...it was already done. Are you going to tell me how it went?"

"I didn't fuck her Ann. I just ate her out. I couldn't fuck her. It didn't seem right. So, I went with the same rules you set for Nancy."

"So, did she at least suck you?"

"NO...I told you, I just ate her out. I wasn't looking for sex. I love you. I just can't believe that you're okay with all of this." 

"If I didn't have a problem with you and Nancy messing around when we were dating, why would I have a problem with you and Paula now? I'm the same person, I'm just engaged."

"But you're engaged to me...and I should have had more sense than that. I should have had more willpower."

"Look Neil, let's get one thing straight. I'm not you ex. And I know you're not like she was either. I want you to know that I love you, and that I won't ever leave you. But I also want you to know that I have no intention of being something I'm not. I'm not a housewife, or a maid. I'm a working woman, who likes to play when I get a chance to let my hair down." 

"What are you saying...that you want to be like Paula?"

"No, I'm not. But I don't want to rule it out either."

I was silent. My heart was racing. She didn't want to rule out fucking other men. Was she serious? How could I even begin to think that would be acceptable after what my ex did to me? I was beginning to think the marriage was over before it started.

"Neil, are you there?"

"Yeah."

"I can tell you're upset. And really, you have no right to be."

That hit me wrong, and I was thinking our first and last fight was about to happen. "I really don't think it's up to you to tell me what I have a right to be upset about, Ann."

"Neil, please stop and listen to me...really listen. This is important. Can you do that for me?"

I grumbled, but said, "Fine, go ahead."

"Okay. What I'm trying to say is, right now, I don't want to be like Paula. And frankly, I can't ever see myself like that. But that's today. Who knows how I'll feel twenty years from now? Or you, for that matter...you may become like Rob and want me to. All I'm saying is, I've just had some of the most incredible sexual experiences I've ever had, and I love you for giving me that. Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure," I said, wondering where she was going with her logic. 

"Did we have fun this week?"

"Of course."

"No Neil. Think about it before answer me. Of all the weeks you can remember, how does this one rank?"

I didn't really have to think about it. It had been the best week of my life. But I took my time, reminiscing for a moment before answering her. "It was incredible, Ann, on every level you can imagine."

"Mine too. So why in the world would we want to change that now? I'm not going to be jealous in this relationship like I was in my last one. You're a different man. And I'd like to think I'm different from any woman you've been with. We both have to learn to trust again...but I'm not going to do that by giving you a little rope and then holding on to it tight. I either trust you, or I don't."

"So what does all that mean, Ann?"

"It means I want to keep living my life like I have this week. I know it's going to be different right now because we're far apart. But one of the things I've loved about this week is that we had no rules. We knew where the limits were, but we pushed them, just a little. I love feeling on the edge like that, Neil, and you pushed me there."

"And you did the same for me, Ann. But is that really what you want?"

"I want this week to never end. That's one of the reasons why I said yes when you asked me to marry you...because I want to keep that fire alive in both of us."

"So you really have no problem with what I did with Paula this morning?"

"No, I don't. And I'll tell you why...because I knew about it. Even better, it's because I kind of helped cause it. I have to be honest, Neil, we all have things that turn us on. And one of the things that has gotten me so hot this week is talking about what you've done to other women, and the fact that you still want to have me the most. It started with Dawn, and the stories you told me about your trip to Michigan. After that, it was the hot things you told me about Tina at her shop cutting your hair, and the other stuff you two did together! And then Nancy...and now Paula and...and with every one, I get more and more turned on, and I fall more and more in love with you."

"Really?" I said in disbelief.

"Yes. I can't explain it, but it's like we're doing it together. In fact, I dreamt on the plane that you and I took that waitress, Kelli, up on her offer, and went back to her place for a threesome last night."

"And how was it?" I said with a laugh. 

"I'll tell you, when you tell me about Paula. But we'll need to save that for another night. I've actually got to work tomorrow, and I'm dead. I can't believe I didn't plan another day off to recuperate. Of course, I never dreamed I'd be ridden so hard by such a huge cock so many times. I miss that big thing already."

"I suppose that means your going to be looking for someone to replace it."

"That's an interesting idea!" Ann said, making me sit up in the bed. I had a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, and I went silent again. "Baby, that was a joke...but it does give me an idea on how to help me from missing you so much. And I've been thinking about one for you too, to keep you from missing me. And please stop worrying. Just like me with you...you either trust me, or you don't. I'll call you in a couple of days once I recover and get used to the time difference again. I love you."

"I love you too," I said, not really wanting to cut the conversation short, but knowing I had to pretend to be understanding.

"Good luck tomorrow, baby," Ann said just before she hung up.

"What's tomorrow?"

"You're going to have to fend off Nancy with a stick. Now that I'm gone, she's going to want you to live up to your promise. She wants you to fuck her bad. Good luck with that!" Ann laughed as the phone clicked, leaving me in my room thousands of miles away feeling very alone, and very confused. Then I smiled, because I had the distinct feeling that that was exactly how Ann wanted it.



Ann: A Love Story Ch. 20



***** "Comfortably Numb", written by Roger Waters and David Gilmore. Performed by Pink Floyd, 'The Wall", 1979.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

It was a restless night. More because I'd slept so much the day before after Paula had left the room than anything else. When you sleep from morning until the afternoon, it makes it hard to go back to sleep when you're supposed to. What Ann had said about having to fend off Nancy at work just before hanging up didn't help, but I eventually drifted off to sleep. 

I stood in the shower, trying to wash myself awake, and my mind was racing. In just one week, I'd gone from a miserable man who was recently divorced, to a happy go lucky man who seemed to have a sexual conquest available at every turn. But at the end, I turned into a man about to be married a second time; to a woman I loved more than anything else on the planet. But even though I was deeply in love with Ann, I hadn't quite figured her out yet. 

As the water rained over my skin, I had an image of Dawn enter my mind. She was the girl who rescued me, and without her, none of what happened afterward would have happened at all. I still likely would have seen Ann at Matt's house. But I would have still had the dark cloud of my failed marriage hanging above my head, ready to pour over me like the shower I was standing in. Dawn came to mind, mainly because I was thinking about sex. I seemed to always think about sex. Not just because I'm a man and that's the way men think all the time. Well, that was part of it, but with the number of sexual encounters I'd had in the previous week, it seemed to be in the forefront of my brain even more than usual. 

The shower brought the images of Dawn to my mind; one after another a mental picture would flash in my head. Her tits getting sprayed, or her long legs with water flowing down them, or even her wet hair would flood my mind. We'd spent a lot of time showering together, and as that thought hit me it slammed into another one that sprang up almost simultaneously. I hadn't showered with Ann. It was a stray thought, and it didn't bother me that Ann and I hadn't. We came close, and it actually turned out better that we didn't. 

But it made me think of Ann, doing all the things Dawn and I shared in the shower. And that made me miss Ann all the more. It was going to be a very long day, starting a very long week, leading into a very long couple of months. And it was only day one. The first task was to go to work and avoid Nancy. Dragging myself out of the shower, I sighed and trudged methodically into my Monday. I was about to go not so bravely forward, into my first day without Ann. 

~*~*~*~*~*~

I was in a pretty good mood when I drove home from work on Tuesday. First of all, I'd gotten a lot accomplished at work, which always made me feel better. I'd been able to keep my mind off of Ann during both of the days while I was at work, because I had a lot of things on my pile. The most important of which was a lead on a new customer that would be a huge boon to the department. And, I'd spent Monday evening catching up on some much needed sleep. As much as I slept on Sunday, I was still going through a serious bout of sleep deprivation. By Tuesday morning, I felt almost back to normal.

However...the best part of my Tuesday, not to mention my Monday, was that I had successfully dodged any encounters with Nancy, including any phone conversations. That surprised me, but not enough to want to figure out why. I was going with the 'let a sleeping slut lie' theory, and didn't push it.

It was a picture perfect afternoon, and I celebrated my release from the prison that was the plant by driving home with the windows down and the cassette deck blaring. What happened next became one of those personal soundtrack moments, where the song that was being played at the time, or near the time in this case, earmarked the event for the rest of my life. 

Like how every time I would hear, 'Jungle Love' by the Steve Miller Band, I would immediately be taken to a deserted parking lot of a church in Northern Virginia on a sultry July weeknight, where I felt up Jeannie Foster's bare breasts...my first time getting that far. Or how anytime I heard "Get Down Tonight" by KC and the Sunshine Band, my mind would take me to the back seat of my Mother's pale yellow Chevy Caprice in the parking lot of the golf course in that same town, losing my virginity to Donna Talbot during a wedding reception we were supposed to be attending inside the banquet room of the club house. 

This wasn't quite that momentous, but I can still recall it like it was yesterday. I pulled into my parents' driveway as David Gilmore was in the middle of his guitar solo on a live version of Pink Floyd's 'Comfortably Numb', when I saw my Mom's car in the open garage. It was very unusual for her to be home before me any day, but particularly in the middle of the week. 

She was waiting for me in the living room, with a very distinct look on her face; one that I'd seen many times. I knew she was either really mad at me, or extremely disappointed. Either way, my good mood was about to vanish right before my eyes, and my mind raced to think of what it was she could be so upset about. 

Getting straight to the point, Mom stared into my eyes, her brow lowered, making her look more menacing. "Is there something you want to tell me?" she demanded more than she asked.

My blank expression hit a nerve, but I was relieved when Mom's expression tilted to the disappointed side. I'd rather have her disappointed than mad, because I could usually talk my way out of that. When she was mad, there was absolutely no reasoning with her. 

I quickly did a mental inventory, going over all the things I was supposed to do around the house. My room was clean, my laundry was done, and I'd even put away the dishes out of the dishwasher the night before. All of the mundane tasks I was supposed to do were done. That meant it was something else. 

I broke into a panic when Paula crossed my mind. Did Mom find out about Paula? Or was it Nancy? Or, God forbid, did she know about both of them? I could feel my blood pressure rising, and wondered if my face was becoming flushed, giving me away. I tried to remain calm, but I was going to start sweating any second.

"I...I don't think so," I said, trying to look confident, but not really pulling if off.

Mom was tapping her foot; her arms crossed across her chest as she waited me out. I was stubbornly standing my ground. If I was going down, I was going down in flames. She was going to have to bust me and tell me what she knew...I wasn't about to confess to anything.

"You don't think so?" she said, trying to pressure me into some kind of trap.

"I'm sorry, Mom...I don't know what you're talking about," I said, shrugging my shoulders as I tried hard to sell my lack of a story.

Finally, Mom broke down and started to cry a little. That normally would have mortified me, but she cracked a wry smile and she threw herself at me, hugging me so hard I thought I was going to pass out.

"Oh, Neil!" Mom cried into my ear.

"What?" I said, really unsure of what was going on. Surely she couldn't have been happy about me having sex with one of her best friends, and doing it in her very own house.

Letting go, Mom grabbed my shoulders as she looked at me. Her tears were streaming down her cheeks, but her smile was one I'll never forget. 

"I can't believe you aren't going to tell me you're getting married!"

I let out a little smile and said, "Oh...that."

"Damn right...oh that! How do you think I feel finding out my baby is getting married from somebody else?"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Elaine told me congratulations at lunch today, and I had to ask her why. Imagine my surprise when she told me!"

I was going to ask her how she found out, but as soon as she said Elaine, I knew. The math really wasn't that hard. Elaine was one of my Mom's dearest friends in town, and they had lunch together at least once a week. And Elaine also lived three doors down from Matt's house, and one house away from the apartment I'd taken Ann to our last night together. Not that all that mattered...she hadn't seen us. She had been told about us; well, she'd been told about the engagement. 

It was gossip. And given the fact that Matt's mom, Karen, was the biggest gossip in town, and that Ann's mom Jean, and Karen went past Elaine's house every night on their daily walk, I was surprised it had taken two days for the news to travel to my mother...it could have been a lot faster. 

I was relieved my adventures with Paula and Nancy weren't the cause for my Mom's agitation, but that didn't excuse my not saying anything about being engaged. I had two days to tell my parents, and I was so focused on avoiding Nancy that I totally forgot to come up with a plan on how to tell them. They deserved better than the way they found out, especially my Mom.

"I'm sorry, Mom. I just didn't know how to tell you. I figured I was going to get a lot of crap about it being too soon after the divorce, and about Ann and me dating less than a week, and how the whole thing seems rushed. I wasn't ready for that kind of negative reaction. But I know I should have said something before now...there's no excuse for you having to find out the way you did."

"Neil, what makes you think your Dad and I wouldn't approve of you marrying Ann?"

"Like I said, it's all so soon, and I just thought..."

"No. You didn't think. I understand what you said, but you're not giving us much credit. First of all, there's a big difference between Ann and...HER!" 

My mother refused to call my ex-wife by name, always choosing to call her 'her' or something particularly derogatory when she thought I wasn't listening. 

"We should have told you what we thought of HER before you made that mistake. Your Dad and I've talked about that. We should have said what was on our minds back then. But I think we've let you know we really love Ann. She's totally different. And, I might add, she's just what you need."

"Really?" I said, not believing my ears.

My mother hugged me again, and then turned and walked toward the living room. But as she did, she said, "We've seen how you two look at each other, Neil. There's no doubt you two are in love. And I have a good feeling about Ann. She's a real, down to earth woman. I think she brings out the best in you. I do have one question though." She sat on the couch and looked back at me. I was standing like a dope near the kitchen, and finally followed her, knowing she wanted me to sit and talk.

"What would you like to know?" I asked as I sat across the room from her. I was a little nervous, but I knew I had an obligation to at try and make things right.

"Where are you two going to live? Are you moving to California, or is Ann moving here?"

"We have a lot of things to sort out Mom. After all, I just asked her to marry me Saturday night when I dropped her off. We didn't have a lot of time to plan every little detail."

"So, you don't know?"

"I think I know. We talked about it, and Ann said she'll move here. But she doesn't want to live in town. She wants to live someplace a little less...invasive."

"Really...why would she say that?"

"I'm guessing what just happened would fall into that category. Everybody knows everybody's business here. There are no secrets in this town. You know what I went through with the divorce, and how everyone talked about me before they knew the truth. Well, Ann grew up here too, and there are a lot of unpleasant memories for her as well."

"Where would you go?"

"Not sure. We talked about Fort Wayne."

"That's a pretty long commute, isn't it?"

"Well, she's going to have to find a job, and she'd be better off there with her background if she wants to stay in retail...like I said, we have a lot of decisions to make. Starting with when; we haven't set a date yet. She's going to give a couple of months notice at her job, so we have a lot of time to talk over the details."

"Well, I won't keep pestering you for information if you don't have any. But, I expect you'll let us know what's going on from time to time, right?"

"Yes, Mother!"

"Good. I know a lot of what goes on, and I don't need to know everything. I just don't like surprises. Although this was a nice one...I'm so happy for you and Ann."

"Thanks Mom."

She stood up and walked towards the back of the house. When she got to the foyer, she stopped at the entrance of the hallway back to the bedrooms and turned around. 

"I know this marriage is going to work Neil. Ann is an amazing woman. I was beginning to think I'd never see you happy again. Whatever happened last weekend on your trip, and during this week with Ann, has brought you back to the young man your Dad and I both knew was still in there somewhere. There are some things I'd rather you had done differently, but that's just a Mom being a Mom. I'll just overlook them as part of you finding yourself again, and be happy that you not only found yourself, you found a great woman to share your life with."

I gave her a puzzled look and said, "What are you talking about? Did I do something to embarrass you?"

"I wouldn't say that. You're an adult, and I'm sure you did what you thought was right under the circumstances. And hopefully, you've gotten all that out of your system and you're ready to settle down with Ann...although I'm pretty sure she had a lot to do with it. And that's okay. I'm not judging. Like I said, I'm happy for the both of you, and I know this one is going to work out."

I was so twisted in my brain that I didn't see what my Mother was talking about. She was trying to be subtle and let me off easy. But being thick headed, I didn't see that. And I forgot to heed my brother's advice and remember the warning he had given me as I was about to head off to college: 'Don't try and keep secrets from Mom, because it will just come back to haunt you.' 

I knew he had learned that lesson the hard way, and was trying to spare me the same agony. He never told me what it was that happened; the secret he tried to keep that somehow she'd found out. And I didn't really want to know. I just knew he meant what he said, and I kept my nose pretty clean. At least, I thought I did. 

But I'd literally opened my fly in the past week, and often. My Mom could have been talking about just about anything, and I was too blind to see it for what it really was. Being stupid, I couldn't let it lie, and proceeded to stick my size 12 foot in my mouth.

"Mom, what are you talking about?"

The look she gave me was the one that comes to my mind every time I've heard 'Comfortably Numb' from that moment on. It was the 'I know something you don't know' smile, and she gave me a little wink as she turned to walk away. But she didn't leave me hanging like she could have. She just didn't want to embarrass me by looking at me when she said it, and yet, she wanted to let me know that she had me. She took her time, her turn long and deliberate so she could time her statement perfectly. 

"Honey, like I said, I don't blame you. But don't think I'm a fool or naïve either. I've been around the block more than a few times in my life. I know I'm your mother, and you've probably only looked at me that way. But I'm also a woman, and I've done some things in my past that would make you think I was anything but a mother. So have my friends. And it appears one of them is still up to her old tricks."

I tried to bluff, and with her basically looking in my direction, but down at the marble tile in the foyer, I gave it my best shot, saying, "Mom, I'm not sure what you think happened..."

"Neil, I know everything that happened. Everything. I told you at the cookout, both Paula and Carrie have a lot of secrets, but I'm the only one they confide in and have it stay a secret...they talk about each other all the time, to me. Paula thought she could confide in Carrie, and once again, she was wrong." 

"Mom...I..."

"Neil, don't worry about it. I'll deal with Paula in my own way. And while I don't need to know what happens between you and Ann in your own bed, I know she was a part of this. Whatever rules you're going to have for the two of you in your bedroom are totally up to you two. You're both adults, and I respect that. I don't really want to know...but, I'll trust that if you have any further sexual encounters with any of my friends, or frankly, with anyone else period, it will only be with her blessing."

"Mom...I...I can explain."

"So can I Neil. So, you don't have to explain, because I already know. Frankly, I'm surprised that Carrie didn't try something with you once she heard about Paula. And in case you didn't know it, they are two of three girls that went to college together, and all three of them are pretty much the same. I'll leave it to you to figure out the rest," she said with a little laugh. "But, I also know that Paula crossed a line, and she knows I expect retribution. And until that happens, she knows that I'm the one in control right now."

"Okay...now you're scaring me a little."

Mom looked at me, and I could see the confidence in her eyes. It was funny that I found it somewhat reassuring, and I knew she wasn't pissed at me. She wasn't pissed at all. It all seemed so benign to her, like a well read novel where she already knew every word on every page, and how it was going to end, but she needed to read it again anyway.

"There's nothing to be scared of, honey. I've been down this path with them before. I thought we all outgrew it, but I guess when it comes to women who love sex, there's just no way to really tame us...them. Shit! Well, I guess I kind of let the cat out of the bag there, didn't I," she said with a laugh.

"I knew what you meant before...although I thought I could find a way to pretend I didn't. Probably not now, though," I said shaking my head.

Mom smiled and walked toward me, and she put her hand on my chin, making me look up into her eyes. 

"Honey, I didn't say that to give you a complex. But you need to know it, because Ann isn't a whole lot different that I am, or Carrie or Paula."

"What?"

"Relax, sweetie. Being like us isn't necessarily a bad thing. You already know this, but I'll tell you anyway. Ann isn't like your ex. You can trust her...she's not going to stray. You just need to make sure you communicate, and let each other know what you want out of your marriage. And not just when it comes to sex; when it comes to everything. I think Ann knows that, but that's my advice. Don't try to change each other, just talk about what you want, and make compromises if you have to."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I said, even though I had an idea. I couldn't seem to stop the conversation, even though I knew I should have never asked the question that started it all. I kept perpetuating it, compelled by some perverse impulse.

"Well, Paula and Rob have their little arrangement, and Carrie and Mack have theirs, which is a little different. And...your father and I have one of our own. It's evolved a little over the years, but it works for us."

"I'm scared to ask what you're talking about, but what the hell. What do you two do...mud wrestle?"

"Really, that's between me and your father, so there's not a lot that I'm willing to say. I'm a lot better at keeping secrets than my sorority sisters are. But I will tell you that I'm not innocent...and we had to curtail a lot when you moved back home. We were pretty active while you and your brother were younger, and then it kind of slowed down. But when you two moved out, we reinvented our marriage. When you came home, our fun all came to an abrupt halt. Well, actually, that's not true at all. We just had to be more resourceful. I wasn't going to change again, and I don't think your Dad would let me anyway. He's a pretty horny old fart."




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 20



"Okay...that was little too much, Mom. I can do without any more details."

"I haven't given you any details. And I'm not about to. I just want you to know that you need to be open with Ann, and I think you're already off to a great start. That's all I wanted to say."

Unable to help myself, I asked, "So, just how are you going to get 'retribution' from Paula? It's not like she seduced me, you know. I wasn't exactly innocent in all of this."

"Neil, this isn't about you. You were just who she used. And I don't blame you. Like I said, I know Ann had a part to play in this. And if I had wanted to make a scene, I could have walked in on you and Paula. That doesn't mean Paula has to know I let it happen, and it doesn't mean I won't have some fun getting my 'payback'."

It was a side of my Mother I'd never seen, and I wasn't sure what to make of it. I shook my head in disbelief, and Mom just gave a little giggle and left me in the living room to think about what she'd said. I couldn't help but think of the lyrics at the end of the song that was now indelibly etched into my cranium. 

"When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse out of the corner of my eye. I turned to look but it was gone, I cannot put my finger on it now. The child is grown, the dream is gone. I have become comfortably numb."

I sank back into the chair I was sitting in, the guitar solo from the song humming in my head just like it was coming from the speakers in my car.

~*~*~*~*~*~

"Hello," I said, answering the phone. It was around 11:00 o'clock, and the parents were already in bed. I was too, but I was staring at a dark ceiling, unable to sleep. The conversation with my mother kept replaying over and over, and I was wide awake to the point that I didn't even flinch. I did answer on the first ring, hoping to keep the phone from disturbing my parents. I doubted that it did...I could still hear the telltale signs of a couple trying not to be heard while having sex, and doing a poor job of it. That sound would normally be a turn on, but it loses its appeal sometimes when you factor in who's actually making the noise.

"Hi baby!" came Ann's wonderful voice over the telephone line.

"Hey, how are you?" I said, perking up just a little.

"I'm horny! Going from having sex everyday to suddenly going without it for a couple...I'm like a junky looking for a fix! How about you?"

"Nah. I'm actually recovering."

"From too much of me?" she said with a laugh.

"I could never get enough of you, babe. I've just had a rough day."

"I'm sorry. Why don't you lie back and relax. Maybe I can find a way to make you more...comfortable."

"Actually, I'm uncomfortably numb," I said, alluding to the song and my condition after my mother's revelation.

"Really, Mr. Floyd. I'm sorry I'm not there to take care of you. I'd be happy to show you my own pink!" 

I loved Ann's play on words, and her attempt to pull me into her mood and out of mine. And most of all, I loved that I didn't have to tell her who Pink Floyd was, or that it was a song reference...something that would have hit the wall over my empty headed ex's skull as it flew over her at light speed. But as thrilled as I was about discovering one more sign that showed we were compatible, I was firmly stuck in my muck.

"That's nice Ann, but I'm really not in the mood."

"That's not like you baby. I thought you'd be happy I called."

"I am. Really, I am. I just had an unpleasant day."

"Nancy?" she asked, thinking I'd had to deal with the horny receptionist at my work.

"No...Betsy."

"You're mom?"

"Yeah."

"What happened?"

"Well, a couple of things, starting with not telling her we were getting married."

"NEIL!"

"I know...I know. Trust me, I know. But in reality, as bad as that was, that wasn't what has me all messed up."

"Okay...so what's got you messed up?"

"The part where she told me she knows everything about me and Paula. And, how you helped set it up."

"Really! And is she pissed?"

"Not really. More intent on revenge."

"On me?" Ann said, with a hint of fear in her voice.

"No. She loves you. She thinks we're a great couple, and frankly, she and Dad couldn't be happier for us. The fact that we're getting married not only didn't faze them, they're thrilled."

"See...you were all worried about nothing. Was it Karen?" Ann asked, wondering who the leak had been that got the information about our nuptials back to my mother.

"Yeah...she talked to a friend of my Mom's that lives down the street, in the house next to the apartments we...well, you know."

"Fucked in!"

"We ROYALLY fucked in. Anyway, Elaine congratulated Mom, and the rest is history."

"So what about the revenge? Who is Betsy plotting against?"

"I wouldn't say plotting. But she made it clear she wasn't happy with Paula. She said she crossed a line. But she's actually cool with what happened, in a way. If I remember right, she said that I wasn't allowed to do anything sexually with anyone else, unless you approved. She even said she didn't know what kind rules we'd have in our marriage, but that I shouldn't worry about you straying like...well, you know. And, she said that she knew we were meant for each other, and while she didn't come out and blatantly say it, she meant more than just sexually."

"HOLY SHIT! Really! That is so fucking hot!"

"Hey...don't go getting any ideas," I said, trying to control the dam after it burst.

"Too late. My mind is racing. Your Mom is so cool! I wish mine was like that."

"The last I saw your Mom, she was seducing your Dad in the driveway."

Ann let out a laugh and said, "Yeah...they were still at it when I got in the house, and that was like two or three in the morning. I had a hell of a time going to sleep."

"That's funny, I've got the same thing going on here tonight."

"You see...so why are you so uptight. If you're Mom was so upset, do you think she'd be doing what she's doing right now. It obviously made her horny."

"Thanks...more imagery to get out of my brain."

"I'm just saying...maybe our parents aren't what we always thought they were. Is that so bad? I'm thinking we may have lit a fire in them that may never go out. You could be dealing with that every night," Ann said, teasing me.

"Stop! I'm serious. I'm going to end up with a dick that won't ever get hard again from all the mental trauma I'm already going through."

"Maybe not now, but I'll get you hard. I guarantee it."

That was the best thing Ann could have said at that moment. I could feel her love, and I could hear the lust in her voice. 

"I'm sure you will, baby," I said, trying to let her know just how much I appreciated her trying to cheer me up.

"What's your middle name!" 

"What?" I said, not sure how that thought came into Ann's head at that moment. I figured it was part of her 'we don't know each other that well, so we need to find out more' agenda, but her timing seemed way off.

"Mine's Renee. Now quick, what's your middle name!"

She sounded almost desperate, so I teased her by delaying my answer. "Ann Renee, eh?"

"Anna, actually."

"Anna Renee Franklin...I love it."

"I don't...now tell me your middle name, baby," Ann said begging sexily.

"Why don't you like it?" I asked.

"Because my initials are a dog barking...that's why."

"Actually, that makes a lot of sense. That fits you perfectly."

"Thanks...so now you're saying I'm a dog?"

"No...but you do love that position, and I think you cum hardest when I fuck you like that."

I could hear Ann moving in the background, her bed squeaking as she shouted, "OH SHIT...YES!"

"Anna...are you okay?"

"For God's sake, Neil...tell me your middle name!"

"Antonio," I said in a soft voice, almost whispering.

"OH FUCK! YES! I'M CUMMING!" Ann snapped, her voice strained. Then she launched into a very intense orgasm. I'd grown accustomed to her passionate cries when she came, but Ann was deliberately toning it down. No doubt from the fact that it was three hours earlier in California and her roommates' kids were in the house. But there was no mistaking that she was having a climax, and a big one at that.

I pictured her naked on her bed, ramming her fingers deep into her pussy as she had worked herself up talking to me. She'd said she was horny when she called, and she seemed to want to hear my voice in order to get off. I just couldn't figure out why my middle name was what sent her into her orgasm.

Listening on the other end of the phone, it was like Ann was singing a beautiful serenade just for me. One that had me wanting her, and wishing I were the cause of what she was experiencing. Yet it was wonderful that she was sharing it with me in her own way. She had dropped the phone early into the orgasm, and as slowly calmed down, she picked it up and spoke in a raspy, sexy voice.

"God I needed that baby! Thanks."

"What did I do?" I said with a little laugh.

"You inspired me, sweetie. Antonio...God that is so hot. I can see us having a few Latin lover nights...Anna and her stud Antonio...I may have to use Antonio again before I hang up."

"I like the Latin lover idea, but what the hell are you talking about Ann...a?"

"I needed your middle name so I would know what to call my new toy."

"Your new toy?"

"Yeah, I stopped by a little place on the way home from work today and asked Missy to help me find a big dildo. She had one that's really, really close to yours. She's impressed, by the way. And she was definitely a little jealous when I told her I was marrying a cute guy with a big cock like the one I bought."

"Who the hell is Missy?" I asked.

"She's a friend of mine who works at my local sex shop."

"Was she a friend before she started working there?"

"No...I met her there."

"You must go there a lot in order to know her well enough to call her a friend."

"I go there to rent porn, babe. They have a nice selection of videos. We hit it off well, mainly because she recommended some good ones. I guess I'm kind of like that. I make friends easily. I don't go there often...but I go when I need to. It's not like I have some thing about it being taboo or anything."

"Oh...it doesn't bother me, baby. In fact, I find it refreshing that you're willing to go into a sex shop. Missy sounds like someone I need to meet."

"Take it easy, big boy. You're Mom said you can't fuck anybody unless I say so...so simmer down."

"That's not what she said. She was talking about Paula, and I think Carrie too. But she didn't mean everybody," I said, teasing her.

"So, do you think I'm going to let you fuck Missy because you want to?"

"I didn't mean that either. I'm just saying..."

"Let me put it this way. Your Mom was right; we are going to set some rules for our marriage. And I get to say what they are, because she said so."

"Ann...that's..."

"Don't worry, babe. I'm not going to stray. Your Mom said so, and you know she's right."

I was starting to get a little testy, and Ann sensed it. I couldn't tell if she was messing with me or not, and being the nervous fraidy cat I tended to be, I tensed up. My psyche was still scarred from what I'd been through with my ex. Ann moved quickly to calm my fragile ego.

"Neil, I'm not talking about me running our marriage. I've told you, this is our marriage. But, I want what I had last week. I want a marriage that's fun and exciting. I know that after a while, the honeymoon will be over and we'll be an old married couple. But I always want to work to have that fun and excitement in bed...or out of bed, or in the car, or wherever. I've waited my whole life to find a guy that I felt comfortable enough to really be myself with, and who brings out the best in me...and I have. I'm not going to fuck that up. Okay?"

"Ann, I'm not worried about you fucking up. I'm not sure what I'm worried about, really. I just made a comment about Missy, that's all. I didn't mean to imply that I wanted to fuck her. I don't even know her. I don't know what she's like, or what she looks like, or..."

"Trust me, if you saw her, you'd want to fuck her. Hell, I think I do!" she said with a big laugh.

"Are you still thinking about getting in touch with your lesbian side?"

"More than I used to. You're having a nasty effect on me, baby. If I wasn't getting married, I might be really tempted."

I laughed and said, "Don't let me stop you."

"Really? Do you want me to?"

I wondered if we were about to go down a path that I hadn't really considered, even after our innocent encounter with Kelli at the restaurant in Fort Wayne. I hadn't seriously thought about Ann with another woman, even after her brief admission that she's dreamt about a threesome with Kelli on the plane. I viewed that as more them with me...not with each other. But suddenly, the image of Dawn reenacting the porno movie scene with Jill hit me, and I got hard thinking about Ann in the same situation.

"Are you hard?" Ann asked after I went silent for a moment.

"I'm always hard when I talk to you."

"No you're not...you weren't a little bit ago."

"And how would you know that?"

"Educated guess, but I'm right."

"Okay, yes. I wasn't. As hard as I try not to, I still get a little freaked out. I know it's a jealousy thing, and I'm not proud of it because I truly know you're different...but I have a hard time thinking that a woman that loves sex as much as you do won't get bored with me, or find someone better, or..."

"Stop that right now!" Ann said sternly, but with a tinge of love mixed in. "I know what you went through. I had a bad relationship too. Just because I wasn't married doesn't mean my heart wasn't ripped out. But I know in that wounded heart that you're the only man for me. Am I going to stop looking at other cute guys...no! And I seriously doubt you won't have a wandering eye. But here's the thing..."

"Ann, really...I don't think it's necessary..."

"It is Neil. Stop interrupting and just listen. The thing is that I've had more than my fair share of men. But when I got home, and I was uptight and horny from missing you, I didn't go looking to find a cock to satisfy me. I knew I just needed a big toy. Well, a wide toy. I've had longer cocks than you, baby. Big ones...but they didn't do anything for me. I never knew until I met you that what I needed was a fat cock."

"That's nice. What does that really have to do with anything?"

"I had to go out and buy a fat dildo, Neil. I couldn't get off without being filled like you fill me. And I'm telling you, guys that are hung like you are are few and far between. I've never found one before, and now that I have, I'm not letting go."

"So, you're marrying me because of my cock?"

"NO! I love you. But that's one of the many reasons I love you. Don't make this sound like I'm in love with just the sex, Neil. That's not fair."

"You're right. It's just that I can't help but go through periods of paranoia. They keep saying it will get better with time; and I have. But it still comes on when I least expect it. They did say it would be normal when I got into another relationship, but I figured that was years away, if ever."

"Who are they?" Ann asked.

"She...actually. I went to a therapist for a little while."

"I didn't know that. Are you still seeing her?"

"No. I only went a couple of times. I had to stop seeing her."

"How come?"

"Too attractive. I wanted to nail her on her couch."

Ann laughed, but she didn't know if I was serious or not. I wasn't. She was attractive, but she was too clinical for me. I stopped going because I didn't think it was helping...it only reminded me of why I was there. It was probably a mistake to stop going, but when you're depressed, you aren't thinking straight to begin with. At the time, my thought was I was taking control of my life. I found the best therapy was to have a fuck buddy like Tina, the hot little number that cut my hair. It took a lot longer to actually gain control than I anticipated, but I felt I was there. Except for the new pangs of jealousy I was feeling. 

"Okay, so where does that leave us?" Ann said, trying to make sure I was okay. The concern in her voice was cute, and it actually put me at ease. For the first time since before I got home from work, I felt relaxed again.

"Well, it leaves you with a stretched out pussy full of Antonio, and a serious case of bi-curiosity. And it leaves me with a huge erection and no place to put it."

"Hey...that gives me an idea!" Ann practically screamed.

"Really...I was just messing around with you."

"Well, that's the beauty of our relationship. We play around, and play off of each other. Doesn't that make it more exciting?"

"Yeah...but I can also be nerve racking...what's your idea?"

"I was thinking about our marriage, and what kind of arrangement it should be."

"Are you talking like Paula and Rob?"

"Not necessarily. Look, you and I are mutually exclusive; after all, we are engaged. And being exclusive is really what I want...most of the time. But I was thinking that maybe we could have a set of rules where we can agree on what our life will be like."

"I don't do windows," I said, making her laugh.

"We'll get to the domestic stuff later, pal. I'm talking about our sex life. I want you and you only...BUT, I want to be open about the future and what we might do together. As for you, I actually get kind of excited when you tell me about what you've done with other women. It makes me hot, because I know that you're really mine. I'm thinking we need to make a set of rules about sharing."

"Stories...or literally sharing?"

"Sharing...you know exactly what I mean."

"I'm not sure I'm ever going to be comfortable sharing you with another guy. I can't see me being like Rob!"

"Who said anything about sharing me with guys?" Ann said with a little giggle.

"WHAT?" I said, way too loud.

"Are you hard now?" she said with an evil little laugh.

"Absolutely!"

"Great. I'll write down a list of ground rules for you to look over, and we'll talk about it over the weekend. Have a great night."

"You're hanging up, just like that?"

"Yeah...I'm going to play some more with Antonio, and I need both hands. I'll call you this weekend. Don't get any cum on the sheets, baby!" Ann hung up the phone and I was dripping pre-cum from a throbbing purple tool.

I couldn't believe I didn't think to get Ann's number again. I couldn't believe I didn't bother to ask where she worked...I knew the store, but I didn't know what mall. I couldn't believe I was engaged to a woman I had no way of getting in touch with. I thought about calling her parents, but I realized she wanted it that way, at least for now. It was all part of her game, and I loved her for it. 

I jacked off furiously; the muted sounds of my parents fucking in the room next door. But I was thinking only about Ann, and her comment; 'Who said anything about sharing me with guys?' The thought of Ann with a woman made me cum quickly with a thunderous groan. I was loud, but I was sure I wasn't heard. And if I was, I didn't care. I fell asleep not bothering to clean up, failing to heed Ann's words. There would be a ton of cum on the sheets come morning.



Ann: A Love Story Ch. 21



I hadn't heard from Ann since that Tuesday night call, where she hung up leaving me hard and thinking about her exploring her lesbian side. The thought that my bride to be might be a budding bisexual had me flip flopping back and forth over my feelings about it. I was both scared and excited at the same time. 

While the thought of watching her, or even hearing about her with another woman had me sexually charged most of the week, I also had some reservations. I'd already lost one wife to an insatiable urge to fuck any man she saw, and I found that almost too much to overcome. I could only imagine what the hell of losing one to lesbianism might be like. But I rationalized that that was a stupid concern. Ann's love of cock...my cock, made that seem like a very unlikely prospect.

As the week wore on, I became more comfortable with the 'what ifs' of Ann exploring her feminine sexuality, and less concerned that it would ruin our relationship. What did concern me was that Ann seemed not only willing, but almost hopeful, that I would occasionally fuck other women at her urging. My real problem wasn't so much with the premise. I'd be lying if I said that didn't at least intrigue me. I didn't feel the need to fuck anyone else but Ann...and I knew I'd never just stray from her. I loved her too much, and I'd been on the other side of that nasty scenario. But Ann wanting me to do it? For her, and for us? That did have me wondering. 

But what bothered me about it was that I was almost being told that it was going to be that way. I didn't mind the notion of what she was saying, necessarily. But I wanted our relationship to be one where we'd talk things over, and work our way through them together. The way she'd proposed the whole thing made me skittish. And the fact that I had trouble getting a word in edgewise was frustrating. It was like I was being force fed, and I couldn't say stop for fear that every time I opened my mouth, another spoonful of crap would be shoveled inside.

As for Ann liking the idea of me being with other women...I really wasn't sure about that. It seemed an odd way to start a marriage. But then again, I had started the last one the way most people supposedly do, and it turned out like a train wreck. Who was I to say that what Ann was proposing was wrong? And I did like the thought of continuing to be the couple we had become while we were with each other that magical week.

I decided to look at how Ann was thinking more analytically. The fact was, she was right on almost everything she'd ever done when it came to our relationship. I even kidded her about it; how she was right all the time. And there was one point I knew with absolute certainty that she was correct about; we needed to trust each other, and it started with the area of my brain that had been torched and burned beyond recognition. If I couldn't get my sexual side in order, we didn't stand a chance. And that meant I had to trust her.

Trusting Ann would have been a lot less difficult if we weren't so far apart, and if we talked more. As it was, when I woke up Saturday it had been over 3 days since she had called. Not knowing her work number or her home number, or what mall she worked at, or the last name of her roommates or their address, all made me feel very isolated. Sure, I could have gone over to her parents' house, or called them. But, I had a suspicion that Ann wanted it the way it was. It was part of the current state of our relationship. And it was part of trusting each other. If I couldn't handle going without talking to her for a couple of days, it proved I was needy and paranoid. I needed to let those emotions go and get them out of my system, and not let them control me. 

And thinking about the practical side, with the three hour time difference, and the fact that Ann's work schedule wasn't set like mine, trying to track her down and actually talk would have been almost impossible. I would never know where or when to call...and that likely would have only frustrated me more. My knowing the phone numbers wouldn't have changed that at all.

But as it was, four days without talking to Ann was a long time, and it was the weekend. Of course, Ann likely didn't have weekends. Working retail, she worked a lot of hours, and weekends were part of the job. It also didn't help that it was the late eighties. Long before the Internet, or cell phones, or even email. We were engaged in the Stone Age. At least it seemed that way. So, there was the telephone, which I didn't have any numbers, and snail mail. Of course, I would never say that around Ann's Dad, since Marlin worked for the Post Office. But a letter wasn't exactly the best way to communicate. Or...was it?

~*~*~*~*~*~

I was folding laundry in my room when I heard the back door slam a little after noon.

"Neil, you got a letter. I think it's from Ann!" my Mom yelled from the other side of the house. It took everything in my power not to run. In fact, I was running on the inside. But I forced myself to finish folding the laundry first, my stomach churning as I did, trying to force me to move. I was just finishing up when my Mom walked to my door.

"Did you hear me, honey? You got a letter."

"Yeah, I heard you. I was just trying to finish this up."

Mom put the envelope on top of the clear Plexiglas that covered my stereo turntable and smiled. "You're doing a very good job."

"Folding?" I asked, looking up at her. 

"No. Of trying to look disinterested. You could hurt yourself trying to hold your emotions in like that," she said with a chuckle as she left the room.

I sat on my bed and stared at the envelope for the longest time. It was a light lavender, and larger than normal. There was no return address on the front, but there was no doubt it was from Ann. There were three things that made it obvious to me. 

First was the California postal mark. That alone was enough, as I didn't really know anyone that far west that would send me a letter. The second clue was her handwriting, which was as beautiful and fluid as she was. As I closed my eyes, I could still see her writing as she kept score at my softball game. I didn't have to be a handwriting expert to know what was written on the envelope was hers. But the single most defining thing that told me it was from Ann was the fragrance. 

Ann had sprayed her signature perfume on it, and the aroma filled my room. It was like she was with me, in more than just spirit that filled my heart. If she had typed the address, and had it hand delivered, I would have known instantly that it was from her. Say what you will about email. It's one of the greatest advancements ever imagined in the realm of communication. But it pales in comparison to having a handwritten letter in your hand that is marked with the scent of a woman. 

You can feel a letter; the texture of the paper between your fingers, the indentations from the pen into the parchment. In many ways, it's a living, breathing entity, brought to life by the mind and soul of the person that took the time to put their thoughts to stationary with their own hand. It's more personal. It's more intimate. It's from the heart, and that makes it more precious than any sterile, mechanical email could ever be.

I watched the envelope, looking for the pulsing movement of the heartbeat that it enclosed, because I was sure there was one inside. Or maybe it was my own heart, pounding with excitement as I thought about Ann. Or, more likely, it was a little of both. Even though I'd spoken to Ann a couple of times since she'd flown back to California, that letter, no matter what was inside, was a piece of her heart. I could feel it, and I suddenly felt connected to her again. I didn't need her phone number, or her address. I needed that little piece of her heart to know she was really, really mine.

Or, it could have been a Dear John letter. I had to open it.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Hi Neil,

I'm still in my bedroom on Tuesday night, lying on my bed. It's about 11 o'clock now, three hours or so after we talked on the phone, and Antonio and I have gotten to know each other very, very well over the last couple of hours. I think I'm finally calm enough to write now. I've been so horny since I've gotten back California, and I know that's all because of you. I miss you, and I want so much to be in your arms right now. But Antonio is making it a little easier. He reminds me so much of you. He's not as good as you are in bed, or out of bed for that matter. But he does fill that 'hole' in my life that feels so empty without you. 

I have to tell you something that I know will disappoint you, but you need to know it. I talked with my District Manager on the phone after we talked, and let her know that I'm leaving the company. I knew that this was going to be a long process, because I need to protect my girls in the store. I gave her a two-month notice, but she was looking to try and keep me until after the New Year, through the Christmas season. I told her that that wasn't possible, because I'm getting married at the end of the year. (I know we haven't set a date yet, sweetie, and we can talk about setting one whenever you want to. I just had to tell her something so that this didn't drag on forever.) 

Babe, I had to negotiate, and in the end, I agreed I would work until mid September. I know that's 3 ½ months, and I'm not any happier about it than you are. It just seems so long. I've gotten used to that big cock of yours inside me, and I'm craving it right now!

Sorry...I had to take another little orgasm break. Antonio sure is learning how to get me off quick (ha-ha) Anyway, as he was fucking me, I realized that this is going to be just as long a wait for you as it is for me, and you don't have a little Renee or anything to help you out...just your hand. And while I know that we're going to make that work for us most of the time, it made me think about you being alone in context with our conversation tonight (or Tuesday night, since you'll be reading this later in the week). 

I know I told you on the phone that I was going to set some rules for our sex life. I realize now that that was a terrible thing to say. At least, how I said it was terrible. We're a couple, but we both have feelings. I never really let you have a say in that. And I want to tell you that I'm sorry. I do have ideas about how I want things to be...but I know that you do too. For me to just say I'm going to make up the rules myself was totally wrong of me. We need to discuss these kinds of things, and compromise if we disagree. I love you, and I meant what I said the night you asked me to marry you. I don't think either one of us should wear the pants in our marriage. (I believe that's how you said you wanted it. Ha-ha!) 

So, instead of telling you how things are going to be, I'm going to share with you my thoughts on some things. Kind of what I've been thinking about since we've been apart from each other this past week. But I want you to know that this is not me setting the rules. WE need to do that, together. 

First, I think it's only fair that I start with me. Like I've tried to tell you, I'm not interested in fucking any other guy. That's not what any of this is about. I would do it for you, but only if you told me to. And I would insist that you be there with me. Now in saying that, I don't want you to think that I'm asking for a threesome, because I'm not. It would have to be something you wanted us to do. The key for me is, you TELLING me to do it. 

Really, I think for me, this whole thing I'm feeling is more about just that; you telling me to do something...anything! I like the idea that there will be times in our sex life that I will not have a choice. Like what you told me do over the phone in the sun room at my parent's house (asking me to get naked and use the cucumber, in case you needed a reminder. Ha-ha.) I want you to make me explore things that I'd never do...that I'm too scared to do. Neil, I need a man. A man who makes his woman become more vulnerable and more sexual than she ever dreamed she could be. And I know that you're that kind of man, baby. I tingle all over just thinking about what you might do to me, or with me.

I'm not saying we have to be like that all the time. I'm sure there will be times where we both just want a normal life every once in a while. But I want excitement and I want surprises. I want unpredictability. I love the idea that at any moment, something can happen. Our week together falling in love, we lived like that, and I loved being on edge and the way that made me feel. I'm also not saying I want to be a slave or anything (although I'd do that for you too, if you want me to...occasionally!) I just want us to be open with each other sexually. 

Neil, I'm trying hard to say all of this without appearing ungrateful for all that you are for me already. I know that I could be married to you, and I'd be amazingly happy in so many ways I couldn't count them. I know I'm blessed to have you, and that you want me. But our week together showed both of us how incredible our life will be if we just stick to what worked. I want us to push the envelope...but I need to be pushed to do that, just like you did all week long. I promise I'll always be faithful to you, babe. And if and when you decide you want me to explore, in whatever way that may be, I promise I'll be ready to do what you ask me to do.

And that brings me to you. I want many of the same things for you. It excites me when I think of your cock exploding. I get wet just thinking about how hard you cum, and how much cum you shoot. And it doesn't matter if it's with me or with someone else when I think about it. Maybe that makes me different or odd; I'm not sure. Just the thought of you ready to cum turns me on so much I can't stand it.

Sorry...I had to take another break. Thinking about you cumming like that got me so hot! Thank God I have Antonio to quench that fire inside my pussy right now. I swear I would have had to fuck the doorknob if he wasn't around. I needed something that thick inside me. Now, where was I?

Oh, yeah. I'm intrigued by the idea of you being with another woman for me, and with my blessing. I don't want you to do it much, mind you...but I do like the idea of us being just like we were last week. And a big part of that was just how studly you are. How you've been with other women, and given them pleasure, but you still love me, and want to be with me forever. 

I wasn't sure I really felt this way at first, truthfully. I thought it all might have been just from being caught up in the moment while we were together. But I've thought about it long and hard (just like your cock), and I know I loved how it made me feel. I may change my mind about it in the future; I probably will at some point. That's all a part of our relationship evolving every day. But I'd be lying if I didn't admit that this turns me on right now. 

Here's the key thing, though...the part of it that turns me on. As much as I loved hearing about your weekend in Michigan, or your exploits with Tina, I loved more the ones I had something to do with. And that means I have to be the one to say it's okay. I have to be involved in setting it up, and approving it. 

I like the idea of giving you a gift, but still knowing that you love me and that you're going to be mine forever. I know you'd never do anything on your own, or behind my back, Neil. We've both been through too much in our pasts to forget what happened, and I know we're not going to make those kinds of mistakes with each other. And while I truly have always been a monogamous sort, and I still am in most ways, I've had my eyes opened. I get really excited about the prospect of surprising you, and inventing ways to making you happy. And that's what I'm thinking about when it comes to this. Making us both happy. 

I know we need to talk about this more, but I have a pretty good idea that some of this appeals to you too. That's why we're together in the first place; we're so much alike that way. I think I'm right about this, and I would like a chance to prove it to you. So, I have a simple request. I want you to go Saturday night and get a haircut. I've made you an appointment. You need to be there at 8:00 o'clock sharp. If I'm right about us, I can't wait to talk to you about it. If I'm wrong, we'll both know it really soon, and we'll talk about that instead. And either way, it will be okay baby.

This is OUR marriage, and again, I'm so sorry I made it seem like I was trying to tell you how things were going to be. I had no right to do that. I want us both have a say in what we do together. Trust me this once, and let's take it from there. If you decide not to, that's fine. Just call Tina and cancel the appointment. And don't think you'll upset me or disappoint me if you just stay home. I know that I should have handled this better than I did on the phone with you tonight, so whatever you decide, I'll totally understand. 

I'll call you late Saturday night one way or another.

Your love forever,

Anna Renee

~*~*~*~*~*~

The hours between when I ended reading that letter, and when the bell tolled at 8 seemed to drag like I was in a Doctor's office and I had the last appointment of the day and all I could do was pass the time by reading. So I did. I read that letter over and over again, to the point that I knew it by heart. I could close my eyes and remember the next line like I was reading it for the very first time. I could see her handwriting in my mind. 

I was looking for nuances, and hidden meanings, trying to make sure I wasn't hallucinating or misinterpreting what Ann intended. But there weren't any. None that I could find, anyway. And it wasn't for the lack of looking. In the end, I knew I had to make a choice. Either I ignored Ann's request and stayed home, or I went to Tina's shop, not exactly knowing why I was going, but having a pretty good idea. 

After stewing about it for several hours, I decided if I was going to marry Ann, I had to trust her. The fact that it was Tina at least made it easier. I knew her well, and it wasn't like it was some blind, random set up. At least, I didn't think it would be. I still wasn't sure about having sex with Tina. But all of the things in Ann's letter certainly had me horny beyond belief by the time it got close to having to decide whether to go or not. I figured I'd at least see what Ann had in mind. I could always explain the situation to Tina and masturbate when I got home. 

So, I threw on my trusty gym shorts that I wore that first time with Tina, and went commando. I put on a big T-shirt to help hide my impending bulge, and I grabbed my wallet. Dressed as I was, my Mom didn't bat an eye or even ask where I was going, assuming I was going to play some hoop somewhere. It was a likely scenario; one that she'd seen many times.

I drove downtown, but I wasn't in a particular hurry. I figured whatever was going on that Ann had planned, I'd know pretty quickly. Having read the letter countless times, I had to assume Ann intended for me to fuck Tina. It was the only natural conclusion I could draw. With that in mind, I knew what to look for when I approached her shop.

Usually, if either Tina or I had called the other to set up a little carnal relief, Tina would have the 'closed' sign in the door. Otherwise, she always had the 'open' sign in sight, right up to closing time. I drove slowly past the storefront on Main Street, and quickly saw that the sign said closed. I also saw that the light was on in the back of the shop, a surefire signal that Tina was there, and waiting. 

I drove to the next cross street, and pulled behind the long row of buildings that lined the South side of Main Street through the heart of downtown, driving down the long darkened alley. Tina's car was parked in her spot behind her shop, and I pulled in behind it and parked. Everything seemed normal; at least, normal for one of our trysts. But I was surprised when I went to open the door and found it locked. I stood there in the alley, dusk turning toward the night, and wondered if I should actually knock. I began to wonder if Tina even knew I was coming, and as I thought about it, the entire scenario seemed implausible. Yet I'd read that letter so many times, I couldn't have been wrong about what Ann wanted me to do. At the very least, she wanted me to show up. I had, and the door was locked. Turning to leave, I took a couple of steps when I heard the deadbolt.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 21



"What, you can't be patient while a girl gets ready for her stud?"

I turned to see Tina standing in the doorway, leaning sexily against the frame. Her hand was high, stretching out her pixyish frame to make her look taller than she was. Her five inch black heels didn't hurt. But what caught my eye was what she was wearing...which was nothing.

My smile gave me away, and she said, "I see you like how I've dressed for you. Would you like to come in, or would you rather me do you in the alley?"

"Would you mind?" I said, playing along and standing firmly in place.

"Actually, I would. I don't need any of my neighbors thinking that I'm as easy a lay as I really am. But, I will compromise and come get you." Tina smiled and threw the door of the shop open wide to make sure she didn't lock herself out, and she stepped out from the stoop. I was only 10 feet from the door at the most, but I'm sure it seemed like a mile to Tina. But she never hesitated. She strutted out on her stilettos and reached up to give me a big hug, lifting her lower leg up for effect as she pulled my head down to kiss my cheek.

"Take me inside, Neil," Tina purred.

I went to lift her into my arms the traditional way, but she jumped and locked her legs around my hips, crushing her pelvis into my hardening cock. "Save that for your future wife, big guy...if you're going to carry me, carry me like a slut!" I had to laugh, but tried to hold it in so I wouldn't draw attention to us.

Once we were inside, Tina hopped down and closed the locked door behind us. "I can't believe you're actually here. You do know how lucky you are to be marrying a girl like Ann, don't you?"

"I'm beginning to understand," I said with a sheepish smile. 

"You don't know the half of it," she said, holding up a letter on the same lavender stationary that I had gotten. "I took a chance that I wasn't being made a fool of, but you're here. Ann is one generous woman, that's all I have to say."

"What does the letter say?" 

"I can't go into all of it, but it says here, "I want you to let Neil eat you out first until he makes you cum like a slut, and then I would appreciate it if you would consider sucking him until he cums."

"That's it?" I asked. 

"No. There's a lot of other stuff, but that's why you're here...to get off. She must think you're not going to be able to control yourself since she's so far away, and she wants you to be able to get some relief without cheating on her. I must say, that's being very proactive on her part. I do find it interesting that she tells me to cum like a slut. She must know I am one. So, what do you say...wanna fuck me!"

Tina slumped back on the black leather couch she had in the back of the shop and spread her legs, playing with her pussy. It was tempting to drop my shorts and just plow ahead into that tight little hole, but I got on my knees instead and went to eat her. Tina stopped me with her hand and pushed my head up to look at me.

"C'mon baby. I need that big fat cock inside me. Fuck my brains out, and then I'll suck you hard and we can do it again. I'll let you fuck my ass the second time!"

I sat back and shook my head. "I'm sorry, Tina...I can't fuck you. I can only eat you tonight."

"What do you mean? Come on stud, fuck me. I know you want to. And I need it bad!"

"I know you do. But the letter said to eat you. That's it. That's all I can do."

"Neil, you can't be serious. I'm sure Ann wouldn't mind. Look how wet I am for you. Fuck me...fuck me with that huge cock!"

I stood up, and backed away a little bit. Tina quickly jumped off the couch and squatted in front of me, trying to pull my shorts down. I stopped her and said, "I'm sorry, Tina. But we'd just better stop. I can't do this."

"Why not?"

"Because, Ann only said I could go down on you. And I would be happy to do that for you...you don't even have to do me. But like you just said, I'm a lucky man to have a woman like her...I'm not about to blow it by cheating behind her back."

"Don't be like that Neil. She's never gonna know. It's just you and me, and what she doesn't know won't hurt her. You know that."

"Tina...the reason I came to you in the first place was because I ended up being one of those guys who 'what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him'...and then I found out, and I got hurt. I'm not doing that to Ann. Maybe this arrangement she wants really isn't going to work. But as much as I might want to fuck you, I know I can't...and I won't."

Tina reached up into the pants leg of my shorts and fondled my cock and balls with her soft hands. "Are you sure?" she said, making a final desperate pitch as she played with her pussy with her other hand, showing me her pink.

I grabbed her wrist and removed her hand. "Very!" I said sternly. 

Tina stood up with a shit-eating grin, and kissed me on the cheek. "Wait right there!"

She walked over to the phone across the room and took the letter out of the envelope Ann had sent her. Dialing, she looked at me and winked. I stood there like a doofus, wondering what the hell was going on.

"Ann Franklin, please. This is Tina Roberts...Yes, I'll hold." Tina looked at me while she tapped the toe of her expensive heel. Her left hand held the receiver to her ear, while her right arm lifted her ample breasts as it crossed under them. I stared at her erect nipples, jutting out like thick erasers at the end of each fleshy mound. She caught me starting and gave me a little wave.

"Hi Ann...this is Tina. I'm good, it's nice to finally meet you too, so to speak," she said, giving another little wave. "I have to tell you, Ann...I thought this was all a joke at first. Especially when my receptionist told me you called to book an appointment for Neil. Once I read the letter, I didn't believe her. But I've been really horny lately. I actually called Neil one day while you were still in town, and he put me off. So the prospect of this was enough for me to give you the benefit of the doubt."

Tina winked at me and nodded a couple of times as she listened to Ann on the phone. I waited idly by, wondering what in the world I had gotten myself into.

"Well, I have some really good news about that, Ann. I did everything I could think of to get him to fuck me, and he passed with flying colors." Tina gave me a thumbs up and said, "Yes, I did. I did that too. Trust me, Ann, you have nothing to worry about. I'm standing here naked, and I threw myself at him. Any other time, and I'd already be on my third orgasm from that big beautiful cock pumping inside me."

Tina leaned against her desk, and laughed as she and Ann had a conversation. The banter went back and forth, until finally Tina said, "Are you sure? Oh, thank you Ann. Thank you so much. I don't think I could bear it now. Not after all of this. I owe you one!"

Tina hung up and walked around her desk, opening a drawer. She pulled out another lavender envelope, this one slightly smaller. She took the letter she had read to me and and walked over to a safe she had in the corner. She bent over at the waist, offering me a deliberate and splendid view of her hard tight ass, and wet pussy, as she opened the safe and placed the letter inside for safe keeping. Returning to her desk, she picked up the other envelope and handed it to me, patting me on the ass as she went back to her couch and sat down.

I held the envelope, and turned to stare at Tina, who spread her legs again and began fingering her delicious pussy.

"You passed, Neil," she said with her eyes half closed.

"Passed what?" I asked, not believing any of this was happening.

"Ann's test. She told me to give you that envelope she sent me. Go ahead, read it."

I looked at the envelope. It simply had my name on it, and a heart, but it was definitely in Ann's handwriting. I toyed with the idea of not opening it, but then I looked at Tina again, desperately wanting me to open it. The fire in her eyes told me I might not get out of the room alive if I didn't take care of her. My fingers were shaking as I tried to open the letter, and Tina giggled and said, "I'd help you with that, but my fingers are a little wet. Hurry up and read it already!"

~*~*~*~*~*~

Hi baby,

If you're reading this, it means not only did you show up to have some fun with Tina, but the test of trust I had in mind was passed. Thank God!

In the letter I sent Tina to set up all of this, I told her to give you instructions that you could only eat her, and she could only suck you. But I also asked her to try and tempt you...to try and get you to fuck her after you knew what I was allowing you to do. I'm not sure what I would have done if you had actually fucked her, but really, that was never a concern of mine. I already knew that I didn't have to worry about that, ever. I love you for being the man that you are; honest and trustworthy. 

This was also a test for me. I needed to see if I could really handle all of this like I thought I could. And I needed you to see that I was serious about this part of our lives together. About me inventing ways to give you a gift, and make us both happy. Since you're reading this, you already know that Tina called the number I gave her. And you also know that I talked to her, and told her to give this to you. And by telling her that, you know that my decision is final. I've made up my mind, and I want this to happen. 

Tina doesn't know what's in this letter, just like you didn't know what was in hers. I planned it that way in case I changed my mind. But you're reading this, and that's my assurance to you that I haven't. You have my permission tonight, Neil. Just like with Nancy, and Paula. And I want you to do whatever you want with her. Eat her, fuck her tits, fuck her pussy...fuck her ass. Fuck her any where you want. Do whatever you want. The only rules I have are that you can't fuck her again after tonight unless I say so, and you have to tell me all about tonight. Now that I've been called by Tina, I know what to expect, and I'll call you tonight while I'm with Antonio so you can tell him what to do to me!

Enjoy Tina, babe.

I love you with all of my heart!

Anna Renee

~*~*~*~*~*~

I wanted to read the letter again, and again, like I had the first one she'd sent to me at home. I immediately honed in the first paragraph, and on this whole thing being a test, and that it was about trust. Ann had said in the first letter that she didn't have any concerns about that. That we had both learned from past things that happened to us. It didn't make any sense, at least after reading it the first time. There had to be something else I was missing. 

Still, having another letter from Ann felt like a message from heaven, and not because she was giving me permission to fuck Tina. It was just that personal lifeline that I craved. But I knew it wasn't a time to re-read it. As much I didn't understand the line about trust, I knew that was what this was all about. I'd have plenty of time for that later to figure it out. I'd be talking to Ann before the night was over. Tina was sitting on the couch, being as patient as she was going to be with two fingers deep in her pussy.

"What did it say, Neil. Please tell me you get to fuck me. I don't think I can take it anymore."

"I can fuck you tonight. In fact, I can do anything I want to you tonight. And I'm going to."

"You mean...you're going to..."

Tina got a nervous smile, and let her sentence trail off. I let her think about what it meant as I stripped out of my t-shirt and dropped my shorts. My cock was still hard from Tina trying to seduce me, and it got harder as I looked at her, practically begging me with her eyes. When Tina saw it free of its loose confines, she moaned. 

Tina moved as I sat next to her on the couch, making room for me. We hadn't been together in a couple of weeks, but it felt like I'd never been with her before. After my week of rediscovering myself, I felt like a new man...one that Tina had never been with. 

There was no feeling each other out. I'd gone a week without sex, which wasn't that long, really. But after the amount of sex I'd had the previous week, it seemed like forever. But for Tina, it was obviously longer. She practically leapt into my arms, and tackled me onto the couch. True to our usual trysts, she didn't kiss me. She never offered, and neither did I. It wasn't our style I guess...part of being friends that just fuck. There was no passion between us, so kissing was an unnecessary formality. 

Tina pinned me, if a woman 5 foot even and barely pushing 100 pounds could pin a man a foot taller, and almost 100 pounds heavier. She was strong for her size, but I wasn't going to fight...I was going to fuck. Eventually. Tina had other ideas to start, and just as quickly as she'd pushed me onto my back, she spun her body on top of mine and devoured my shaft into her mouth. Lifting her leg over my body, she teased me with her lower body.

I didn't hesitate, reaching up to grab her ass and pull her dripping pussy to my face. When it came to eating a woman, I had several different approaches. It helped if you knew the woman well, and could read her mood to determine what technique to use. But with Tina, she only had one mood when it came to sex. She wanted nothing to do with anything other than full out, hard core fucking. There were no subtleties about her, and that made it easy. And she wasn't very complex, and yet that made it fun. Foreplay was a waste time to Tina, and I was okay with that. When I was with her, I didn't have to look for nuances. She made it simple, and when you're as horny as one or the other of us was when we would hook up, simple is good. Damn good.

We didn't settle into a 69 as much as we dove into one. Tina was sucking hard on my cock like she was trying to set a record. And I was sticking my tongue deep into her snatch, and then taking quick detours to her clit and sucking on it before returning to her slit. It wasn't a race, but it seemed like one; at least at first.

Tina was sucking on my balls while she stroked my shaft when she came the first time. She gripped my shaft so tight that I thought she might squeeze it off. I braved the brief pain and continued sucking hard her exposed clit, humming as is flicked it with my tongue to try and add some extra vibration. Tina's back rose, and she let out a primal shout from deep inside her. Usually, that type of scream didn't come out of her until she'd had several very intense orgasms. This being her first, I wondered just what that meant for her to have that reaction so soon in our evening.

By her third orgasm, Tina was bathing me in her cum. My face was wet and slick, and Tina continued to grind herself over my mouth. She also continued her masterful blowjob. My balls pulled up, and she felt them move as she stroked the lower third of my shaft...the part she couldn't fit in her mouth. Holding her head still, Tina swirled her tongue around the head of my dick and pumped me.

My body reacted instinctively; my hips lurching upward to bury my cock into a wet warm pussy to fill it with sperm. But it was Tina's mouth instead, and she held on and giggled as she felt my legs start to shake.

"Oh FUCK!" I screamed out, blasting my load into the back of Tina's throat. She swallowed some, but she had a habit of letting my load slip past her lips and run down my cock when she was above me. She loved it that I was shaved, so that she could let my cum make a beautiful mess. 

It had become a habit for her. She would suck me off until I came, take my load in her mouth, but let it dribble all over my shaft and balls. Then, she use that as an opportunity to suck up and clean me, while bringing my spent cock back to life for another round, usually to fuck her. There was one time where she tried to see how many times she could do it. She sucked me off three times in a three-hour marathon, and had me hard a fourth time...but I was too whipped to cum again. She felt bad that she got me hard the last time and felt she was sending me home hurting. I might have played that up a little, and that became a source of me telling her I was going to pay her back for it by fucking her ass someday.

Truth be told, I wasn't really sure if Tina was an anal virgin or not. There were times she indicated that she's been fucked up the ass before. But there was the occasion or two when she'd said I'd been mistaken. If I had to guess, and it was a total guess, I would say that she had, but she was fearful of taking on my cock since she was so small. Nevertheless, I continually teased her that someday I'd be tapping that ass as payback for sending me home hard.

Tina cleaned my shaft, greedily sucking up the remnants of my first orgasm. I knew it wouldn't be my last of the evening; I just wondered if it would be two or three. I was still licking Tina's pussy, and she was on her way to another orgasm of her own. I wondered if she end up with twenty or thirty. That's an exaggeration, but Tina seemed to be able to pop a lot more than most women I'd encountered. She tended to cum like a machine gun.

When she calmed enough that I could move, I lifted Tina's ass off my face, and she knew what that meant.

"God...I've dreamed of this cock since you told me you couldn't fuck me, stud. I prayed I'd get to fuck it one more time! Fuck me with it, Neil."

I always found it interesting that Tina made the process impersonal. She wasn't fucking me. She wasn't even dreaming of me. It was all about my male appendage. I knew she really didn't feel that sterile about me, and maybe she was doing that to prevent any feelings in either of us to start to build. But it didn't bother me. She was a piece of ass to me too, and while that sounds horrible, in reality, it was anything but. That's also why she called me 'Stud' a lot. That's what I was to her...a big cock for her to use. 

Sitting up on the couch, Tina quickly moved and faced away from me. It was another habit she had. She liked it more when she had her back to me. I think it made it safer for us, in that we weren't tempted to kiss in the heat of the moment. She eased her body back to mine, and lined her cunt over my cock. As wet as she was, I knew what was coming. There was no 'easy does it' with Tina.

She dropped her waif like body, using her weight, what there was of it, to ram herself onto my cock. My shaft was swallowed by her tight pink hole, and we both let out a gasp. On the second stroke, Tina was going up and down full length as fast as she could. I reached around and cupped her big tits, feeling the weight of them as she fucked me. She was only about 95 pounds, and I swear 30 of them were from her massive breasts.

I pinched Tina's nipples just before her first cock induced climax, and she covered my shaft and balls with a thick coating of her cum. I had to grab her tits and squeeze them to hold onto her as she bounced wildly on my lap. I finally had to grab her around her waist and stand up. She was so out of control that our fucking was also. I carried her on my shaft over to the end of the couch and bent her over the thick padded arm, letting her upper body fall on the cushions.

Standing now, I had leverage to lean in and hammer Tina's tight, wet pussy. She let out a wail, and I knew I was hitting all the right spots she needed touched. I was holding on to her shoulders, almost forcing her upper body deeper into the couch. With any other woman, I might have been concerned. But Tina liked it hard and just a touch on the rough side. And there was a trust there. She knew I would never hurt her. "Fuck! Fuck me, dammit! Fuck my hot pussy!" Tina said as she moved her head back and forth across the black leather cushion. Her blond hair was starting to stand on end from the static she was creating, but she didn't care about how she looked. Only about how she was feeling.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 21



"Fuck...that cock makes me feel so fucking full! Fuck me Neil...make me cum AGAIN!"

Tina did; at least twice more in that position. I pulled out for just a moment after the second one to dip my fingers into her pussy, getting them nice and lubed. When I slammed back into her cunt on the first shove, I rammed the middle finger of my right hand into her ass all the way. Twisting my wrist as I fucked her in time with my thrusting cock, Tina started yelling. It was mostly a bunch if unrecognizable sounds that were attempting to emulate words, but didn't quite make it. But it was clear that she loved what I was doing to her, at the moment, at least.

One finger became two, and then three, each bringing Tina more intense sensations. She was cumming every few minutes. They were small ones; tiny waves of pleasure that ran through her quivering body. I could have fucked her like that all night. But I had eyes on another prize.

I slipped my cock out of Tina's pussy once more, and shoved three fingers of my other hand inside before pulling them out and stuffing my shaft back inside. I held my cock deep in her pussy, not moving, as I pulled out the fingers of my right hand and replaced them with those of the left, fucking her with them for a couple of deep strokes. 

Turning my wrist, I held those three fingers inside Tina's ass at the first knuckle. I turned my other wrist inside out as well, so that the backs of both of my hands were against each other. At that angle, I knew three fingers weren't going to work, so I used the middle and index fingers of both hands, and shoved them inside Tina's rear hole as deep as I could to about the second knuckle. I had wanted six, but four fingers were more than I'd given her to that point, and it had an effect. Even without moving my cock, she cried out.

"Oh FUCK! I can't believe you're doing this to me! Shit Neil...that feels sooooo..." 

I could only think she meant to say 'good' or something else positive based on the way her legs were shaking. I started slowly fucking her again, while moving my fingers in and out of her ass in the same rhythm. I'd hold the four fingers close together when I pushed them down into her Tina's tiny hole; but every time I would pull out, I'd use my fingers stretch at her ass, trying to make her hole wider. 

There wasn't any hidden meaning to what I was doing. Tina knew exactly what I wanted at that point, and didn't say anything, or make any noises that let me know she was going to protest. In fact, I could feel her trying to relax her muscles, and after a few minutes of constant plying on my part, her opening seemed to widen some. 

I was ready. I wasn't sure about Tina, but then again, I didn't ask. I was taking her ass. Pulling my cock out of her well worn pussy, I moved my hips up slightly and rested the tip of my raging cock against my fingers, still stretching her ass. I pressed the head against the hole until I could feel some resistance, and I quickly moved my fingers out of the way. I was about to grab Tina's ass cheeks with my thumbs to spread them, but as I went to do it, she reached back with her hands and did it for me. My heart skipped when I saw her perfectly manicured red nails gripping her ass, offering it for me to fuck. That was the extent of her invitation. In fact, it was more like she was surrendering her backside to me.

It seemed like forever before I bottomed out. I was taking my time for Tina, who was making a lot of groans and grimaces. But she never gave me any indication to stop. The weird thing was that we were both concentrating so much, we weren't talking. Usually when we fucked, there was a lot of chatter, mostly urging each other on. But we'd barely spoken since I'd read Ann's letter. We were communicating through our bodies, and that was erotic on an entirely different level.

Tina finally started bucking back against my crotch; her not so subtle way of letting me know I'd been idle too long, and she was ready to go. I pulled back half way and jabbed forward. Tina let out a couple of expletives and pushed herself back into me. I pulled out all the way the second time and cocked my pelvis as I got ready for a hard, deliberate thrust.

"Don't you wait, you fucker! You wanted my ass all this time...show me you know how to fuck it!" she growled as she let go of her cheeks and braced herself with her hands on the cushions in front of her. 

I grabbed Tina's hips and ripped into her. She let out a low scream that told me she was in agony. I froze in fear, knowing I'd hurt her. But Tina looked over her shoulder, and even through the pain, she gritted her teeth and shoved her ass backward trying to ram more of my cock into her tight ass.

"I said don't WAIT! FUCK MY ASS!"

I was hesitant, and she growled again, spit coming out of her mouth. She was possessed, and I figured whatever damage I was going to do had already taken place. I was worried, but I began a fucking her, going faster and harder on each stroke. The faster I went, the more Tina calmed down, and the more she turned from screaming out loud to moaning out loud. And when she talked, she no longer was shouting in anger. She was talking, and it was almost pleasant.

"That's it. Fuck me stud. Fuck my tight little ass. You love my ass, don't you stud! You've wanted to fuck my tight little hole ever since I sucked that big beautiful cock that day I cut your hair. Haven't you!" I wasn't sure if that was actually true or not, but I nodded anyway, unwilling to cross Tina for fear the angry personality would return without notice. 

I reached around and wormed my hand between the edge of the couch and Tina's crotch. Finding her engorged clit, I teased it.

"OH SHIT! I'M CUMMING AGAIN. FUCK!"

Tina clenched her ass as she came, and I could feel the inner walls gripping at my shaft. It felt like my cock was inside some kind of press, squeezing it. The friction made my balls jump, and I bucked forward awkwardly.

"Cum in my ass, stud! CUM IN MY ASS!"

I pumped just once more, and I felt my balls let go. It rarely hurt when I came, but my balls churned, and as the sperm raced up my cock, it felt like it was on fire. The pressure her ass was putting on my shaft made me cum harder. It was like someone putting their finger on the end of a hose to make a steady stream turn into a hard spray. It hurt. And at the same time, it felt absolutely incredible. The mixture of pain and pleasure struck me in a way I'd never experienced before. 

"FUCK TINA! I'M CUMMING. FUCK I'M CUMMING SO HARD!" I yelled out, which was followed by a scream that sounded like Tarzan being hit with a cattle prod. Because of the angle of Tina's body, I was leaning on top of her, driving my hard cock downward. I fell on top of her, my feet coming off the floor with my dick still wedged inside that tight, hot, pulsing hole. It felt like I had cum emptying from my feet through my legs and into Tina. I was exhausted from cumming so...violently.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Driving home two and a half hours after I arrived, I had a contented smile on my face. Tina was just what the doctor ordered. That is, if Ann were some kind of Sexual Therapist who specialized in unusual treatments for sexual frustration caused by a separation anxiety; or maybe some kind of doctorate in advanced masturbation prevention. Either way, Tina was the prescription that Ann had written for me. I just wondered if I had to be concerned about suffering from a not so accidental overdose.

It was still hard to believe it all happened, but it did. I had left Tina at her shop. She had fallen asleep after I had made her cum for what had to have been somewhere in the double digits. I was proud of myself, and chuckled when I realized that I must have been what the doctor ordered for her as well. I came twice, the last one in her ass. I left her with my seed seeping from that tight hole. It was the first time I'd ever fucked Tina there, and that made it a memorable experience for the both of us.

Pulling into the driveway, I was exhausted. I had had a couple days rest since Ann had left, but any energy I'd stored up was burned off in the anxiety I'd been carrying around and the physical regimen that Tina's sexual preference to be satisfied had demanded. I trudged into the house at around 10:30, and needed to get to bed. Instead, I found my Mom talking on the phone.

"Oh...here he is dear. Hold on a minute," Mom said as she looked at me. Putting her hand over the phone, she said, "Neil, it's Ann."

"Did she just call?"

"No...we've been talking for about an hour. I guess we just lost track of time."

"An hour? What have you been talking about for an hour?"

"You!" she said as she laughed.

"Me?"

"Sure. I told her you were out playing ball, and she said you probably needed to get out and get some exercise. I was going to tell her that I'd have you call her back, but she said she'd like to talk. It's been nice...she IS going to be my daughter, after all."

"I know, Mom. I know. It's not like I don't want you talking to her. In fact, keep talking while I take a shower. I'll be quick."

"Oh...okay. We were just discussing wedding ideas."

I had a little shiver run down my spine as I walked down the hallway. She was talking to Ann again, but she stopped and said, "Honey, Ann wants to know how the game went."

"Tell her I was able to drive hard to the hole. I scored all night long."

"What? Didn't anybody play defense on you?" Mom asked, knowing the game, but not what I was really referring to.

"Not really. They seemed to just spread wide and let me drive inside. I'll be done in a minute!"

I laughed to myself while I showered. I took my time, letting the hot water soak my sore muscles. Closing my eyes, I dreamed of the day I could shower with Ann. I knew that was going to become an obsession with me. I'd had such good times with Dawn, I wanted to share that experience with the woman I loved. The thought of getting dirty with Ann while getting clean appealed to my sense of irony. And I dreamed it would appeal to hers as well.

When I came out of the bathroom, still damp and in just my boxer's Mom was standing at the other end of the hallway ready to turn out the lights. 

"Is Ann still on the phone?"

"No...she said she'd call back in a little bit. I've turned off the other phones, so only yours will ring. I think we may have to start doing that if she's going to keep calling you late at night. The time difference will drive your Dad nuts. You know how he hates the phone ringing in the middle of the night."

"Okay...well, goodnight, Mom. See you in the morning."

"Don't stay up too late, Neil. You have work in the morning." She was always being a Mom. The only difference from that moment and the first time I lived at home was she would have replaced 'work' with 'school'. It was a Déjà vu moment. But she was wrong. 

"No I don't. It's Saturday."

"Gee...you're right! I guess I don't have to get up so early either. And neither does your Dad," she said with an impish grin. I could only wonder what that was all about.

~*~*~*~*~*~

I was watching a late night ball game in the dark of my room when the phone rang. I was glad I had the foresight to set the ringer on low so that it didn't wake up the entire house. It also helped that the rest of the house had the phones turned off. It was like I had a private line again. Still, I answered on the first ring.

"Hello?"

"Hi baby. Are you still taking it hard to the hole, or have you finished that for the night?" Ann said with a laugh.

"You heard me, did you?"

"You are so bad! I can't believe you'd talk like that in front of your Mother."

"We were talking hoops, babe."

"Sure you were. I suppose you were taking it to her rim?"

"If you're referring to Tina, then yes. I did take it to her rim. And it was great, thanks."

"Ouch. Is that supposed to be some kind of slam at me, baby?" Ann said with a little pout in her voice.

"Not at all, why?"

"It just sounds like you enjoyed it a little TOO much."

"I wouldn't say that. I did have a good time...and so did she. But she's not you."

"And apparently I'm not her, either."

I was worried we were getting into a testy area, and I treaded forward in the conversation very wary, and with a lot of trepidation. "What do you mean by that, Ann?" I said as openly as I could say it, trying to sound surprised and concerned at her reaction.

"It's just...you seem to really love anal...and I've never..."

"I know that Ann. And I asked you to marry me anyway. Is there some kind of point you want to make?"

"Yes. The point is, the first time I let you fuck someone in our little arrangement, and that's immediately what you hone in on. I guess I'm just a little concerned, that's all."

"Concerned about what? You wanted me to fuck her. This wasn't my idea," I snapped a little, and felt the instant regret at how it came out.

"Neil, I did it for the both of us. I wanted this to be adventurous. You know, dangerous and sexy. I wanted us to be totally free and uninhibited about our life together. You sound like you're pissed I did this."

I let out a little laugh, and that made Ann snap. "What's so fucking funny about this?"

"Actually, what you just said was funny. Not to mention a little bit hypocritical, to be honest."

"What are you talking about?"

"You just got done saying that you want US to be free and uninhibited. And yet, you want me to fuck other women, but only the way YOU want me to fuck them. I don't recall you acting like this when I told you about my weekend in Michigan, or what I did with Tina before...or with Nancy or Paula afterward. So what's so different now? And why are you testing me in the first place. You write me a letter telling me we need to trust each other, and that we've both learned from our pasts so you know I'm not going to do anything behind your back...and then you test me for that very thing? I don't get it."

"Okay...first of all, I'm not telling you how to fuck...I just find in interesting that the first chance you get, you fuck Tina in the ass!"

"Anna Renee?"

"What!"

"I'm reading your note right now. The one you sent to Tina to give me after she called you. I want to read this sentence to you...okay?"

"Fine...whatever you want!"

"Calm down and listen. You wrote, and I quote, 'You have my permission, Neil. Just like with Nancy and Paula. And I want you to do whatever you want with her. Eat her, fuck her tits, fuck her pussy...fuck her ass. Fuck her any where you want. The only rules I have are that you can't fuck her again after tonight unless I say so, and you have to tell me all about tonight.' Does any of that sound familiar to you, or did someone else with handwriting eerily similar to yours write this?"

Ann was silent, caught in a web of her own words. Perhaps she was so caught up in the moment when she was writing the letter that she didn't really mean the part about me fucking Tina's ass. Or maybe she was having second thoughts. Whichever the case, I could hear her breathing hard into the phone, trying to come up with something to say. Instead, there was just stuttering and stammering.

"Ann, obviously that caught you off guard. Look, I'm sorry that I..."

"No. I'm sorry, Neil. You only did what I told you to do. I actually forgot writing that. I guess I should have been more careful in my words."

A light bulb went on in my head, and I jumped at a third option that didn't occur to me a moment before. "Oh, I think you wrote exactly what you meant. In fact, that would explain the three little dots you put before it. You wanted that part to stand out so I'd see it and do it."

"What the fuck are you talking about now?"

"I think you subconsciously wanted me to fuck Tina in the ass."

"And just why would I do that?" Ann said defiantly.

"Because it scares you, that's why."

Ann laughed, but it was a nervous laugh. If she were in front of me, I was sure she would be blushing. But she valiantly tried to cover up her tracks. "I think you've been having a little too much sex lately. Now you think you're a therapist."

"I don't think I'm a therapist. But I do think I'm right."

"How so, Mr. know it all?"

"Funny. And that sarcasm helps prove I'm right. I think you're scared of getting fucked there...and you remembered I told you that Tina was small, and we'd never done that before. So you figured I'd try, get rejected, and you'd ask me about it. That would give you validation that it's not just you that doesn't want to do it."

There was more silence. I was either pretty close, or I was so far off there wasn't a map to get where I landed. Finally, I could hear Ann crying a little.

"Ann, are you okay?"

"Yes. You're right. I'm scared."

"Of what?"

"I'm scared that if I don't let you fuck me in the ass, you won't want to marry me!"

I let out a chuckle, and Ann sobbed more.

"Baby, stop crying. It's okay."

"No it's not."

"I meant what I said Ann. I asked you to marry me, and I never fucked you in the ass. And just because I'm marrying you doesn't mean that I staked a claim on it, and I expect you to all of a sudden. Is this whole thing about me fucking other women some way of giving me that so you won't have to? So you won't lose me?"

"NO! I meant every word of what I said before! I WANT us to be what I said. I loved last week...and I don't ever want to lose that feeling."

"Then why the test? What's this all about?"

"I want to be everything for you. I want to be your slave sometimes. I want you to make me do things. I want you to treat me like a queen other times. I want an incredible sex life...with you! And I want you to have that variety from time to time. I'm just hung up on the anal thing. I don't know why."

"Then don't worry about it. You're the most amazing lover I've ever been with Ann. And if I don't ever fuck your ass, who cares? I'm pretty sure I can find another place or two to put my dick."

"Are you sure?"

"I never fucked anyone in the ass until a couple of weeks ago when I met Dawn, Ann. I lived without it before, I can do it again."

"You won't have to live without it, Neil. I promise I won't get jealous if you fuck Tina's ass anymore, okay?"

"I don't think I'll be fucking Tina again, Ann."

"Why not?"

"Because of tonight. This was all just a test."

"Don't say that. I want you to fuck whomever I tell you to fuck. Don't you understand that!"

"Sounds like you're ordering me to fuck her."

"If I have to, I will," she said, knowing how ridiculous her statement was. 

"So I'm your slave now?" I said with a laugh.

"Maybe...sometime. If the mood strikes us."

I realized Ann was trying to make amends. She felt bad about setting me up on her little 'fuck' date, and then freaking out once I did what she asked. I wanted to make amends too, and the only way to do that was relent. I wasn't sure how it was all going to work out, but I knew enough that I had to trust her instead of bucking it.

"Whatever you say, Mistress!"

"Ohhh, I like the sound of that."

"Fine...I could do that for you someday. If that's what you want. But I need to know what this entire thing is all about. I have to tell you, Ann, I don't understand. You talk about trust and all of that in the first letter. Why did you test me tonight?"

"You're right. I can see now why you would think I'm contradicting myself. And maybe I was, I suppose. Look, I meant what I said in the first letter. We do have to figure out our partnership...together. It's not about me and what I want. It's about us, and what we want."

"No argument there," I said.

"I think the thing is, we're still learning about each other, Neil. Getting to know one another. And we're doing it long distance now, which sucks. But I know in my heart I'm not going to do anything to hurt you. And I believe with all my heart that you think the same thing about me. I told you once before, I either trust you, or I don't. And I trust you." 




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 22



Ann and I had had our first mini fight, all surrounding her short-lived jealousy of my fucking Tina in the ass. It wasn't much of a fight, at least from my recollection of what a fight was like. Then again, my only frame of reference was the fights I'd had with my ex, so my history in that regard was certainly tainted. Still, it was a fight, so it counted. 

And in the end, Ann had assured me before she hung up that she had messed up her own plans with her overreaction, and that she was going to make it up to me. That thought alone had me wondering. Wondering what in the world she meant, and how could she make up for something that was, in her words, a gift to begin with. 

She had called me that initial weekend one more time to apologize again, and she even sent off another letter to make sure I knew that she was sorry, and that she wanted to continue to surprise me. Not just for getting upset about my fucking Tina in the ass, but for being so bossy in how she approached our relationship. She said she wanted our marriage to be an equal partnership, and she was determined that neither one of us was going to wear the pants...so she kept finding ways to get me, and herself for that matter, out of them. 

In the three weeks that passed from that night, Ann went out of her way to make sure she 'made it up' to me. She'd taken to Tina, for whatever reason. She liked her, and found her funny and personable. And Ann, now knowing she could trust her, was using Tina to fulfill any carnal needs she had an inkling that I might have. She did so by having Tina become her surrogate sexual stand in, so to speak.

Ann said in both the call and in the letter that she was going to take care of me from afar. While I didn't really think it was necessary, I was starting to get intrigued by the scenarios she was setting up. And while it was hard to believe, it actually helped Ann and I become closer to each other.

I'd fuck Tina, and then I'd tell Ann about it later that night, which would be a Friday or Saturday, depending on Ann's work schedule the next day. When I would tell Ann what happened, it would lead to Ann fucking herself wild with her trusty dildo 'Antonio', named after my middle name. The sex with Tina was good. And yet, while it didn't seem rational to say it, in reality, at least to me, it was nothing compared to the phone sex it led to with Ann...which was amazing. I felt more alive and connected to Ann in those moments than I would have ever thought possible considering the distance between us. 

Tina didn't mind being used. In fact, she reveled in the roll. She and Ann talked often, and they were becoming close friends...at least, as close as you could get for being half a continent away. Ann commented to me that she felt Tina was like the sister she never had. Tina commented that she'd never been as close to a woman as she was to Ann. She also said she couldn't believe the lengths that Ann was going to to make sure I got laid, and she marveled at her inventiveness and seemingly boundless energy and determination to make up for a perceived wrongdoing. Not to mention Ann's penchant for setting up unusual sexual encounters.

One of those nights, I walked in to Tina's shop to find her naked and handcuffed to the hair washing chair she had towards the very back of the shop. I was told to show up at 10 on a Saturday night, and when I did, the whole place was dark. As it turned out, Ann had told Tina I would be there at nine, deliberately. She wanted Tina anticipating my arrival, and on edge from my not showing up until an hour later. 

It was a very arousing scene that led to an interesting few hours together. When we were done, Tina was lying face down on the doormat by the front door of her shop, where I'd just finished fucking her doggy style as we looked out onto Main Street at about one in the morning; my cum running out of her pussy. Tina looked over her shoulder at me and smiled.

"Your fiancée has a kinky side that I find very interesting. I think you're going to have your hands full once you two get married."

"What makes you say that? She wasn't the one that told us to fuck here in front of the door. That was you."

Tina laughed and said, "That's what you think."

That was one of three times I'd been with Tina since that first night. Ann had taken to calling me every Wednesday at work just before lunch time. It was 8:00 in California, but she'd get up and make the call to say hi, and to set up the next adventure between Tina and me. She'd call me to set the time and the place, and then she would hang up and call Tina to set the details. And then she'd call Tina a couple more times before we would get together. I was talking to Ann twice a week, but she was talking to Tina more like five. I was beginning to think Tina knew more about Ann than I did.

That's why I so looked forward to Wednesday's. It wasn't that Ann was setting up something with Tina. If she did, fine. If she didn't...just as fine. I didn't care about the sex as much as Ann thought I did. I cared that she cared about me so much that she would even consider doing what she was doing just to arrange it. And more importantly, I looked forward to Wednesday's because Ann was calling me at work, just like she had when she was in town with me that wonderful, magical week fate brought us together. 

Whenever Ann would call the plant on Wednesday's, she'd always spend a couple of minutes talking first to Nancy, the plant receptionist, making nice. One of my concerns since I'd gotten engaged was staving off Nancy, who had the rightful impression that I was going to fuck her once Ann left town. And Ann had confessed that Nancy was a concern. She didn't trust her. I didn't question it, since I didn't have a woman's intuition about those kinds of things. If Ann felt that way, I knew I needed to be very cautious and very wary around Nancy at the plant.

But it never came to that. Ann had been proactive, protecting her 'turf', as she put it. She called Nancy the first week after she flew back to California, on the pretenses of talking to me. And Ann did talk to me. But the purpose of the call was really to talk to Nancy. She never told me what she told her specifically. Ann would only say that she informed her that we were getting married. But I knew it was more than that. It had to be.

I had to give Nancy credit, because I know she was disappointed. She didn't pursue anything, or cause any issues. When Ann would call me, she'd always talk to Nancy first, smoothing things over somehow. I suppose she was reinforcing to Nancy that the danger that would have been created by our being together, because of our jobs, wasn't ever going to be worth the risk. And Nancy seemed to agree, but the side effect was that she avoided me like the plague. I suppose she stayed away so that she wouldn't be tempted to try something. But I was sure she also was a little hurt by how it all played out. 

Still, Nancy was always pleasant on the phone to me, and on the rare occasions that we actually met face to face. And she was still dressing more provocatively, which was a good sign. Hopefully, she was getting what she needed elsewhere. As hot as she was, I found it hard to believe she'd be lonely unless she wanted to be. I was pretty sure that even though she may be disappointed that she never got to fuck me, she'd found several suitable substitutes to take my place. 

~*~*~*~*~*~

The phone rang at my desk at just before 11:00. I was sitting there, practically anticipating the ring. Ann had called every Wednesday at around that time since we had our little tiff about my first staged encounter with Tina. The reason she was calling didn't matter. That she was calling me did. 

"Good Morning, Neil Thomas," I said gleefully, answering before the first ring finished.

I was in a good mood, and that wasn't affected by the male voice on the other end of the phone. Thinking it was a customer, I proceeded to listen, waiting for a question regarding a job. And I got one. It just wasn't about a job in the plant, it was about a job. The guy was a headhunter, looking for Managers to work at a new facility being built out East.

I listened to his spiel, waiting for him to finish describing the position, and the type of person they were looking for to fill it.

"Do you know of anyone that has the qualities and qualifications they are looking for?" he asked at the end of his prepared sales-like speech.

"I thought you were talking about me?" I said with a laugh, kidding in a way because I seemed way under qualified for the position.

The next thing I knew, I was giving the guy all my particulars, including my parents phone number, so I could get a call from the gentleman in charge of the department later that night. I was going to have a phone interview for a job. It all happened so fast that when I hung up the phone, my head was spinning.

Nepotism is a funny thing. If it wasn't for my father, I would have never gotten the job I had when I got out of college. But no matter how hard I worked, and how far I advanced in the seven years since I'd graduated, there were those co-workers that would always think that the only reason I had been moved up in company was because of who my father was. It was the classic curse of being the son of a VP. Leaning back in my chair, I thought about the chance to start fresh. An opportunity to further my career. I wondered if I had the courage to leap out from under the long shadow that Darren the Vice President cast over me.

The phone rang again, shaking me from my daydream. I answered it, not nearly as gung ho as I had the previous call, my mind still preoccupied.

"Good morning, Neil Thomas."

"Hey sexy, how are you this morning...you sound down."

"Hi babe. I'm not down, just deep in thought."

"I love it when you think 'deep' baby," Ann said with her sultry voice.

I didn't bite, still thinking about the previous call. "How would you like to live in West Virginia?" I asked.

"Wow, you sure know how to get a girl excited."

"I'm serious Ann. You weren't too thrilled about coming back here anyway, right?"

"What are you talking about, babe?"

"I just got off the phone with a headhunter. I may have an opportunity to further my career. It would mean a fresh start for both of us."

"Where at in West Virginia...you're not talking coal mining country, are you? That's no place for a girl from California."

"You're not from California," I said with a laugh.

"I like to think of myself as being from here. I certainly don't brag about being from there. Now where are we talking?"

"Not the center of the state. It wouldn't even be in the mountains. We'd be in the Shenandoah Valley somewhere. It's between Maryland and Virginia."

"The Eastern panhandle?" she asked.

I almost got hard. Ann not only knew where West Virginia was on a map, she had described it perfectly. I was surprised she knew that much about geography, although I shouldn't have been. Ann never ceased to amaze me in what she knew. The location wasn't all that far from where I grew up before moving back to Indiana in high school. Less than an hour, actually...and it's beautiful there. Ann and I talked about it for a while. In fact, we talked into my lunch time, which didn't bother me. After discussing it back and forth, she finally came to grips with what I was asking.

"Well, you're right. I wasn't necessarily looking forward to living in Indiana again. I'm just not sure I'll like the East any better. But if it's a better opportunity for us, then why not go for it."

"Ann, there's a lot of things that have to happen first, starting with a call tonight from the Manager of the department that's hiring. I have a phone interview with him. And that's a stretch just to get past him. Truthfully, I'm under qualified for the job."

"What makes you say that?"

"The job description he described. It's the same industry, but it's a totally different market. All the equipment is different, and this is on a much bigger scale. I'm in over my head."

"Neil, that's bullshit. You're not giving yourself any credit for all you've done. You can do anything you set your mind to."

"It's not that simple, Ann. They're not going to give the job to some guy running some little department in a company they've never heard of in the middle of nowhere."

"First of all, it's obvious they've heard of it, because they called you."

"That was a headhunter," I said, my voice low and somewhat sarcastic.

"So...he still got in touch with you, and you're the one they're calling tonight. Baby, this is a chance for you to prove to the world that you're more than what they think you are. You are qualified. You just have to start believing in yourself."

I sighed. I was struggling. While I'd come so far, I still had moments where I felt the effects of the previous year and a half. Personally, I was on the rise, having turned things around. But professionally, while I'd had some success, I still had times where I doubted my own abilities. I'd wonder if the naysayers were right, and that I had only advanced because of my dad. Deep down, I really didn't believe that...but when my marriage collapsed, it became easier for those doubts to creep in.

Ann sensed my distance. Mentally, I was floating...now even further from her at that moment than just the mileage from Indiana to California. "Neil," she said quietly into the phone.

"Yes," I answered, suddenly back on at my desk where I'd been moments before.

"Honey, I believe in you."

That felt like a lifeline thrown to me, saving me from sinking further into a sea of self doubt. "Thanks, babe. I needed that."

"You need to be positive in your interview, okay. I want you to think about us, and about how great we are together. I want you to think about us doing something crazy and sexy and fun. Whatever memory you want to use...but I want you to think about that...and how you are with me. Strong, positive, resourceful...manly. You name it. You are more handsome and sophisticated and intelligent than you think you are sometimes, baby...and I see all of those things. Think about us, and let that shine through."

Feeling suddenly upbeat, I smiled. "You're right, Ann. I'm in a better frame of mind already."

"Great! I'll call tonight to see what happened, okay?"

"Okay. But that means there's nothing on with Tina, right?"

"Well, I'd planned on it...but I don't have to. You do like being with Tina, right? She's nice, isn't she? And of course, she puts out," she said with a laugh.

"She's not you, Ann. She never will be."

"I like hearing that. And I know she's not, stud. I just love farming you out on loan. But if you need a break, that's okay too. I would only do it if you're into it. I just don't want you out of practice when we get back together again." Ann had even taken to calling me Stud when it came to Tina.

"There's no chance of that," I said with a laugh. "And it's not that I'm not into it. I like Tina and all. And the sex is okay."

"Okay? That's not exactly a glowing endorsement, is it?"

"It's good Ann. But now that I've been with you, there's been a standard of excellence set that...well...your the best babe I've ever had babe. I don't know how else to say it."

"That's sweet, Neil. And you too...I thought I knew what great sex was. And then I met you, and I realized what I'd had before wasn't even close."

"You see...that's the thing, Ann. It's funny, but the thing I like most about fucking Tina, is what happens afterward, when you call me. I love the time you and I share later that night...you get so fucking hot, and that excites me so much. But it also makes me miss you that much more."

"Well...that's fine...we'll take the weekend off and you and I'll just talk. What would you do instead?"

"What do you mean?"

Ann laughed and said, "Well, you're going to have a few free hours on your hands. You're not going to just sit around and wait for me to call, are you?"

"No...Matt and I were talking about going to see the new Bond flick that just came out."

"Wow. I'm surprised you've waited this long to see it," she said with a laugh, knowing how much I loved James Bond films. Once I had shared that fact with her in one of our talks, Ann's imagination ran with it, telling me she was having fantasies where I was James Bond, and she was one of the Bond girls. "Sounds like fun. I wish I could be there to go with you. I'm sure we could have some fun with that," she said, her voice thick with sexual overtones. 

"You can be my Bond girl anytime, babe," I said, laughing again. 

"Okay...talk to you later...James!"

~*~*~*~*~*~

Friday afternoon came, and I was once again nervous. I usually got that way going into a weekend since Ann had been setting me up with Tina. It wasn't necessarily about the sex. I'd gotten used to the idea of fucking Tina. And I liked the lengths that Ann was going to just to arrange things. Plus, the way Ann was getting off over the phone when I told her about what we had done was the highlight of the weekend for me...it was amazing. 

As good as the sex was with Tina, those moments where I would describe to Ann what happened, and she would cum from fucking herself with my rubber stand in were...magical. I got tingles, and most of the time, I ended up jacking off with her and we'd eventually cum together to end that part of our night. 

And the absolute best part, after all the talk of the staged action between Tina and myself, and after the orgasms that Ann and I would have in recapping the action, was that Ann and I would just talk. It was like we'd just made love, and we were lying together in the afterglow of our passion for each other, talking like best friends. Those were the moments I cherished the most...because Ann was becoming my best friend. 

We'd talk about anything and everything, learning about each other. What our desires were, besides for each other. What our dreams were, separate and as a couple. We shared thoughts about going on vacations or growing old together. And about music that we liked or movies we loved...which was how she learned of my love of Bond movies weeks before. We talked about all the things we never talked about in the week we had together because we were so busy fucking each other we didn't want to waste time. And because we didn't know how that week was going to end, so we never took the time. 

Ann would learn about me, and I'd learn about her. We shared fantasies, sexual and otherwise. During those moments, we weren't trying to turn each other on, although that was an occasional byproduct. We were feeling each other out. And that was important; finding those common things we shared to confirm that we were compatible. And we were. With each passing week, we'd discover something that we both loved, and we'd get excited about it.

The thing that struck me was just how attentive Ann was. She would remember something in the details of the fantasies discussed, or about things we really liked that we had talked about, and she'd use those moments to come up with scenarios that Tina and I would play out. She WAS inventive; more than any woman I'd ever met.

Finding Tina handcuffed that one night was one example...inspired by a movie that Ann had described to me...on of her favorites. It turned out to be a porno movie that Missy, her sex shop friend, had recommended. I told her I would have loved to watch it with her, and how we could have acted it out like Dawn and Jill had for me and Mark. 

Instead, the next week she gave Tina some details for us to act out a scene. I didn't realize it until Ann called me that night and told me to put in the tape that she'd sent to me that week with explicit instructions not to open the box it came in until she called. She had a copy of the tape too, and we watched them in unison. We were over two thousand miles from each other, but we were watching it together just like I'd told her I wanted to do. Well, not exactly...but it was as good as it could be considering the distance, and the fact that she'd thought of a way for us to share it was special to me.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 22



But here it was Friday...and as usual, I was getting nervous. It wasn't the sex with Tina itself. It was all the sneaking around in a small town, while being engaged to a woman I was falling more in love with every single minute. I didn't need anyone finding out. And while I felt Tina and I had been relatively discreet, with the exception of our fucking in front of the window in her darkened shop late one night, I generally got butterflies on Friday just thinking about what might happen. 

Certainly part of it was the act itself, but a bigger part was the anticipation of what Ann had in mind. Tina was right. Ann did seem to have a little bit of a kinky side to her, but it wasn't overt. It was more like she wanted to keep me on edge and wondering. It was almost like an adventure. 

Yet the nervousness I was feeling at that moment was something totally different altogether. I wasn't going to be hooking up with Tina at her shop that weekend. I was heading out of town.

Standing in an Airport in Fort Wayne, I waited to board a plane for Washington DC, with a layover in Cleveland. I was flying to Dulles Airport, since it was the closest airport to the destination I was heading. I had a series of extensive job interviews scheduled for most of the day Saturday. I had reservations to stay in the DC area in Virginia, and I'd be driving the hour or so the next morning to the site of the new manufacturing facility being built. I'd fly home Sunday morning, arriving late that evening. It was going to be a long weekend. 

~*~*~*~*~*~

The phone interview Wednesday night with the Manager, Jeff, went very well. Well enough that a whirlwind of activity took place almost instantly to set me up for the interviews that very weekend. They offered to fly out my fiancée and me for the weekend, so that I could be interviewed, and she could tour the area. I never told them about Ann living in California. I only told them I was engaged. And at the time, I told them I would have to check to find out if she could make it. 

Ann had called me an hour or so after I'd finished the phone interview, and when I told her about that part, she said. "So, you want me to fly out to Indiana and then fly out with you, all in a day?"

"Well, now that you say it out loud, it does seem a little unrealistic, doesn't it. But I thought before I turned down the extra ticket, I'd at least ask you."

"Well, I can't make it, honey. If I took time off work just to fly out for a potential job, then all I would be doing is delaying when I get to move to Indiana. They'll already want me to work longer before I quit. They ask me every week to delay my end date, and I'm not going to do that."

"All right, when Jeff calls tomorrow, I'll tell him it will just be me."

"And my SISTER!" Ann said, as if inspired by a stroke of genius.

"What are you talking about?"

"No wait! Make it my STEP sister...Tina!"

"Ann, that's nuts. I can't take Tina. They may think she's you. What if they want to meet her?"

"That's why you tell them up front. Tell them I can't go, but I want her to go so she can look around. You know, so I'll know if the place is somewhere we want to live."

"But that's lying."

"Only about her really being my stepsister...but she could be. I've told you she's like my long lost sister...why not a stepsister instead?"

"Oh, and you'd let your stepsister fuck me?"

"Apparently I already am," she giggled.

"Ann..."

"Neil, seriously...take her. I'll call her and ask if she can go. She really can look around for me. And I think that's something we should take advantage of. If you're interviewing all day, she can look around and let us know what's there, and if we'll like living there."

~*~*~*~*~*~

I was never a graceful flyer. I didn't hate it, but I didn't really like it either. By the look on Tina's face, it didn't appear it was her favorite way to travel either. Of course, it didn't help that two days earlier there had been a plane crash in Iowa, where a jet had hydraulic issues. It took a miracle and an extra pilot on the plane to even get to the airport, and another miracle that a lot of the passengers lived through it. But there were a lot of deaths as well, and that was the part that weighed on both of our minds.

As we stood there, waiting to board a smaller puddle jumper prop plane to take us to Cleveland, there was a television camera, with a reporter. He was on the tarmac, interviewing a couple that got off the plane we were about to board. 

Tina leaned over to a woman that worked for the airlines and said, "What's that all about?"

"They were on that flight 232 that crashed in Sioux City a couple of days ago. They live near here, and the news crew knew they were coming in this afternoon."

I don't know which would have been harder, having to relive the event for the news crew, or flying again just a couple of days after the crash they survived. I did find it interesting that we heard the woman say, "Why would God let us live through the first crash, just to take us in another one? It seemed safer to fly afterwards than it did before."

With that kind of logic and bravery on display before us, it seemed silly to be nervous anymore about flying...and I actually turned a corner when it came to boarding planes. It didn't seem like that big of a deal. Tina didn't share my sentiment, but she took my hand as we boarded and took our seats.

The flight to Cleveland was short and uneventful. I was grateful, since Tina had been digging her nails into my arm since we taxied onto the runway before takeoff. I could only imagine how painful it might have been had we encountered some turbulence. We had a two-hour layover to switch planes, and Tina begged me to take her to a bar so she could get a drink and relax. As we sat down in the darkened pub, Tina gulped down the first swig of her beer and took a deep breath, sighing as she tried to calm herself down.

"I don't know why I ever agreed to do this," Tina said as she looked at me.

"Why did you?" I asked, wondering myself.

"I don't know. I've never really been anywhere before, and Ann made it sound so exciting."

"How many times have you flown before?"

"Counting that last flight...once."

I shook my head in disbelief and sipped my own beer. Ann certainly had a way of getting people to do things outside of their comfort zone. But getting Tina to pretend to be her stepsister just so she could tag along with me on my interview seemed like a pretty big stretch, even for her.

"So, why did you come...really?"

"Ann asked me to. She just has this way of getting under my skin."

"You say that like it's a bad thing...why would you do this if you really didn't want to?"

"I never said I didn't want to. And it's not a bad thing. Not at all."

"So what are you saying?" I asked.

"Well, Ann really does want me to check out the area to see if it's somewhere she might like to live. And, she wanted me to keep you company."

"She doesn't think I can make it out there without help?" I asked, not really believing that, but wanting to draw out some of what Ann had planned with Tina.

"No. She just doesn't think you should go a week without sex, and she didn't want you to have to look for some strange pussy. She wanted you to have your mind clear for the interview."

"Somehow, I doubt she put it like that. And I've gone longer than a week without sex before."

"True, but that was before you met her. She must think those days are over. At least according to Ann...I'm just the mouthpiece here, so to speak." 

"So, you're supposed to use your mouth on me, eh?"

Tina blushed a little and said, "If you want. I'm supposed to do you on the plane. She said something about the two of us joining the mile high club."

"I'm not sure that's a good idea. I don't need to get kicked off the plane and miss the interview."

"Well, we have to fly back too. And besides, I just have to get you to cum. There are a lot of ways to do that."

"What about you?" I asked, half kidding.

Tina turned sideways on her barstool and spread her knees a little. She was wearing a white pleated miniskirt, and it rode up her thighs, offering me a quick, brief glimpse of her wet, pink slit. 

"No panties?" I said softly as I stated the obvious.

"By the order of Ann, our travel agent. Her itinerary was pretty specific, including no underwear allowed."

"I'm wearing underwear," I said in mock defiance.

"You're allowed. I'm not. But feel free to join me if you like," Tina said with a laugh.

We finished our beer over some high octane flirting, and made our way to our gate to wait to board the next flight. As we sat there, I thought of the oddity that I was experiencing. Sitting in an airport in another state with my hairdresser, who was my former fuck buddy, but now was a sexual stand in for my fiancée until we could be together again. None of it made any sense. The least of which being Ann, the orchestrator. But the more things became absurd, the less I cared and the more I let go. Ann wanted our lives to be a wild ride; I was more than willing to take a window seat.

And that was exactly what I did on the plane. Tina wasn't thrilled about sitting next to the window, so I took that seat and she sat next to me. We left the arm rest up between us, and Tina leaned into me to cuddle as we sat at the terminal. It was a pretty empty flight for a weekend going to DC. No one sat in the seat next to Tina, or across the aisle as we pulled away from the gate and headed to the runway.

Once we were in the air and the seatbelt sign went off, I told Tina I had to go to the bathroom, and I got up and walked down that aisle to the back of the plane. I didn't really need to go, but I wanted to up the sexual ante a little and see where it would lead. If Ann wanted us to join the mile high club, which I seriously doubted we'd do, I was at least going to let Tina know I was game. I took off my boxers and put my loose khakis back on. Neatly rolling up the underwear into a tight little package, I put it in my pocket and walked back to my seat.

By that point, I was semi hard just from the excitement of what I had done, and my cock was certainly more noticeable to anyone that cared to look. But I doubted anyone really cared. As I walked back down to our row in the middle of the fuselage, I was looking at the other passengers, all of which were busy with things to keep them occupied. Many of them had to have the plane crash on their minds, just like it had been on mine. That kind of event lingers for a while. It's human nature.

Tina seemed uneasy as I approached our row. Being left alone must have put her on edge again, and not in a good way. She needed to get her mind off the flight. As I got to the seat, I turned my body so that she'd be eye level with my crotch. The state of my cock, now getting harder by the second, caught Tina's attention. Flexing my groin to make it flinch didn't hurt the appearance. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my boxers, handing them to her.

"Now were even," I said with a smile.

"You're being a naughty boy." 

"That's because you're always a naughty girl. I'm just trying to keep up with you."

Tina spread her legs to let me pass, showing me her wonderful slit, shimmering from the dim cabin lights. I smiled at her sudden brazenness, but I shouldn't have been surprised. I had fucked her in the front of her store, so it wasn't like she wasn't capable of a little flashing in public. But she also knew enough to be careful. We didn't want to cause a scene or get caught doing something inappropriate. Tina quickly stuffed my boxers into her carryon bag under the seat in front of us, and then sat back. 

I sat back down in my window seat, and Tina snuggled up against me again, turning her body towards me. She quickly unbuttoned the top two buttons on her tight black blouse with her right hand, while her left hand found my lap. I couldn't help but wonder how much practice she'd needed to become so proficient in undressing one handed. A skill like that tells a lot about a woman. I knew most of the story behind Tina. But that didn't mean my natural male curiosity didn't want to delve deeper inside to find out more.

Exposing the insides of her big tits to my personal view, Tina giggled as she saw my eyes dip towards it. "You men are all alike. Show a little cleavage and you can't help but stare."

"I like to think of it as an invitation. It would be impolite not to RSVP."

"I suppose my spreading my thighs was another invite then?"

"I looked, didn't I?"

We were about to launch into some more heavy flirting, dancing around the subject of sex and whether either one of us had the guts to actually try anything there on the plane. I pictured a never ending game of teasing each other to pass the time, but Tina, emboldened by the charge that Ann had given her, wasn't about to just tease.

She turned and lifted her hand off my lap just as a stewardess stopped by to ask if we needed anything to drink. Tina asked for water with crushed ice, and asked if she could also have a blanket. I took a ginger ale, but having always been a cruncher, I requested cubes instead. In a couple of minutes, the stewardess was farther down the aisle serving other passengers. Tina quickly put the blanket over the two of us, and then lowered the trays to put our drinks on. With her right hand, she gulped down all of the water and set the plastic cup of ice back onto the little tray. I was so busy watching her I didn't notice her moving her left hand to my zipper. Before I could say anything, my cock was out of pants and firmly in her hand.

"That's better," Tina said as she slowly started stroking me.

"It is? Are you sure about this?" I said, suddenly having a case of the jitters.

"No. But Ann is. And I've yet to be disappointed when I follow her lead."

"So what is she, some kind of Svengali? 

"Only if you think this is evil. I prefer to think of her as my sexual mentor."

"I knew you before Ann, Tina, and I'm not really sure you need one."

"Sure I do. I wouldn't be doing this if it wasn't for Ann," Tina said as she worked intently on the head of my cock. 

I sighed and said, "Okay...I was wrong. You do need a mentor!"

Tina leaned over and kissed my cheek as she continued to stroke me. Under normal circumstances, I last quite a while. But this was anything but normal. I was worked up more than usual, and Tina had a knack for finding just the right pressure and rhythm to make me squirm. The pre-cum was oozing from my tiny hole. She would grip and squeeze my cock, forcing more out so she could use it to lube the head.

Using her palm, Tina rubbed the very tip as she reached down with her other hand and pulled my balls out of my pants as well.

"Fuck! I love how big this thing gets when it's really excited," Tina whispered into my ear, licking at my lobe. It had an electric effect on me, as I bucked my hips. Grabbing my balls, Tina forced me back in my seat. "I wanted to get a rise out of you, stud. Not have you go into orbit up here. Do I need to make you put on your seatbelt?"

"No. I'll be okay. You can stop crushing my nuts now."

"Sorry. It's a reflex. Now sit back and relax. I don't want to torment you. I want you to remember this fondly."

"I'm pretty sure I will, Tina."

Tina picked up the pace a little. Not enough so that we'd be noticed, but enough that I could feel my load start stirring in my balls. Tina knew that too, since she was playing with them as they started to tighten.

Purring into my ear, Tina asked me if I was getting close. All I could do was nod and try not to scream out. She let out a little giggle and took her hand off my balls to grab the glass of ice and bring it under the blanket. Tina was holding the cup so close I could feel the coolness of the ice against the very tip of my cock. She was working on the shaft, leaving the tip alone. That slowed the accent towards my orgasm just a little, but I was in no position to complain. 

"Cum for me, stud!" Tina pleaded as she bit playfully at my earlobe. That little bit of encouragement was all I needed. Well, that and the fact that she shocked me into my orgasm by slipping the cup forward, making the very tip of the head of my cock touch the ice. My mouth flew open, and I was about to scream out. I grabbed my cup of ginger ale and took a big gulp, moaning in my throat as I started shooting. After swallowing my scream, my eyes bugging out from the intense combination of cold and pleasure, Tina licked at my ear.

"That's it...cum for me baby," Tina pleaded again as she hissed her hot breath into my eardrum.

My cock answered for me, spurting shot after hot shot of molten sperm. Just as I started to cum, Tina moved the cup, burying the entire head of my cock into the crushed ice. The sensation was electric. It hurt, and felt incredible at that same time. I felt a shiver run into my balls and through my body up my spine. It was the groin equivalent of a brain freeze, but it was so much better.

Tina let out an evil little laugh as she continued to pump my shaft, milking every drop she could. When the spasms in my cock started to subside, she gently gripped my balls, forcing a little more spunk to rise and spurt out. Finally, she gripped the base of my shaft and slowly pulled forward like she was working a near empty toothpaste tube, squeezing out every last drop. 

Patting my cock, Tina took the cup from under the blanket and looked at it. "You never disappoint in how much you can cum, stud. You amaze me," she said as set it on the table in front of her. She continued to play with my dick, which was back to half hard. "So, how was that?" Tina asked as she winked at me and settled back into her seat. She seemed much more relaxed than when we started the flight, and certainly she was better than the first flight. Having something to occupy her must have taken her mind off where we were.

"More than I expected. The ice thing was a first."

"As if getting jacked off at 30,000 feet wasn't. Did you like it?"

"Yeah. I wouldn't want it every time, but it felt amazing." 

"Good...then it was worth the risk."

"Your turn!" I said as I reached over with my right hand and slid my fingers up her thigh.

"No, please," Tina said, trying to talk me out of providing her some of the same pleasure she'd just given me. But her body language told a different story. No girl I'd ever met meant 'no' when they spread their legs as wide as they could to give you better access. But Tina continued her protest right up to the point where I slide my middle finger gently through the folds of her pussy, running it from near her cute little asshole up to her already throbbing clit. I barely touched it, and yet I swear sparks flew from Tina's eyes as her back arched.

I spent the next half-hour teasing Tina, bringing her close to orgasm and then stopping or moving so that she didn't quite explode. It was something I'd done to her a couple of times in the months we'd been fucking each other, and it never failed to drive her wild with lust. Tina always insisted that she hated being teased, saying she always wanted her sex hard and fast. But on the occasions where I'd had the chance, she really got off on having the build up to an orgasm dragged out as slow and agonizing as possible. 

Over time I had learned that if I could keep her from having her first orgasm for over twenty minutes, not only would that first one be that much more intense, but every one after would be even more so, increasing in force. The way Tina was trembling, I knew we were in for one so big that might make the rest of the passengers on the plane think we hit turbulence.

I became a little concerned at that point, since Tina had always been extremely vocal when we had sex. But she was doing a remarkable job of bottling all of that in. She moaned quietly, but she never said a word after those initial attempts to 'stop' me. Every time she felt the urge to scream out, she would grab the cup in front of her, and let some cum covered ice slip past her lips. Chewing on it to appease her, and she was able to control her emotions. Try as I might, there always reached a point of no return with Tina. She wasn't one of those girls whom you could tease and play with and never allow them to cum. There was always a boiling point where, once you reached it, steam was going to have to release somewhere. Tina was there, right in that magical sweet spot.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 22



"Ready to cum, my dear?" I asked.

Tina could only nod as I had before. She freaked for a moment when I pulled my hand away from her crotch, and I flashed a wicked grin as I grabbed a big ice cube from my own little cup. Her eyes grew wide as a slid my hand back under the blanket. I leaned close and whispered seductively into her ear, mirroring how she'd done me. "I believe they say that turnabout is fair play."

I shoved the ice cube deep into Tina's pussy with two fingers. It was the first time I'd actually inserted them any farther than my first knuckle. Tina jumped and quickly reached for the cup, gulping a huge mouthful of my cum along with the littler cubes in her cup. Her body went stiff as I rubbed my thumb over her clit while I kept shoving my fingers in and out of her cunt.

It was an amazing orgasm. I could feel Tina's silky walls trying to swallow my fingers, gripping at them. Her forehead was damp with perspiration, and she closed her eyes. When she finally opened them, her eyelids fluttered, and she sank back into her seat.

"God that was incredible. I've never felt anything like that before. What a rush!" Tina said as she breathed hard, trying to catch her breath.

"So it was good for you too," I said as I continued to play with her clit. 

"Oh fuck, yeah! But stop...please."

"Why? I know you. You're only a minute or so away from an even bigger one."

"Because...I know I can't hold it in again. I'll scream my head off. And if you keep that up, I'm going to fuck you right here."

We saw the stewardess approaching us again, and I decided that Tina was right. We'd taken a big enough chance. While technically, we probably still didn't qualify for the mile high club, to get each other off in a plane like we had was a milestone. As the stewardess got to us, she simply said, "We're getting near our approach. If you need to go to the bathroom or anything to clean up, now's the time."

I wasn't sure if she knew what we were doing, but I wondered. Tina excused herself to go, and I sat there and handed her my trash. The stewardess, a stunning older blond named Rachel according to her nametag, nodded toward Tina's cup and asked if she was done with it.

"I'm not sure. I suppose you should leave it."

"Really. That's pretty good recovery if you can fill that again," she said with a wink. Then she turned and walked away. I might have turned a little red, but that didn't stop me from leaning over to watch her nice ass bouncing down that aisle as she walked back toward the front of the plane. I was still looking when Tina came back to the seat.

"What are you looking at?' Tina said as she moved me to sit back down.

"Uh...Rachel," I said, still blushing a little.

"Who's Rachel?"

"Our stewardess. She caught us."

"What do you mean? She knows?"

"Oh yeah."

I gave Tina a quick synopsis of my conversation with Rachel, and she laughed. "Well, can you?"

"Can I what?"

"Pump out another shot. Let's give it a try and see if we can really impress her."

I thought she was joking, but Tina grabbed my cock and went to town. She wasn't trying to be as discrete this time. I mean, she wasn't exposing me, but her arm was really moving. I was glad there was no one in the seats across the aisle from us, because there was no doubt what Tina was doing, and what I was letting her do. 

It took a little bit, but after about 10 minutes Tina had me close again. Taking the cup, she put it back in place and dipped the tip of my cock in the ice a second time. Even though I knew what to expect, I was still stunned by the feeling. I came, although not as much and not as hard...but I was gasping for air when I finished.

~*~*~*~*~*~

My cock was neatly tucked back into my pants, and the blanket was just as neatly folded, sitting on the seat next to Tina. Rachel walked towards us, diligently telling the passengers to put their trays up and put their seats in the upright position as we prepared to make our final approach. Rachel walked past with a pleasant smile, but that was about it, and I could tell it disappointed Tina that she didn't get to show off the fruits of her labor. My fruits, to be specific. But Rachel did have a job to do. 

"Are you okay?" I asked, trying to lift Tina's spirits.

"I will be, once we're on the ground," she said, taking a nervous sip of her 'cocktail'. 

"I thought you were over that."

"I'm not sure you ever get over a fear. I'm just hoping to control it."

I grinned, trying to calm her nerves. "So, how's that going?"

"I find it a lot easier when my mind is on sex. This helps." Tina took another slurp from her cup, holding my cum in her mouth for me to see as she grinned back. She didn't notice Rachel walk from the back of the plane and stand next to her as she playfully rolled the load around on her extended tongue. 

"I see you were able to refill your cup. I don't know which one of you I'm more impressed with." She nodded toward me and said, "You, for being able to reload so quickly, or you, young lady for how fast that arm was moving."

Tina snapped her head around with her tongue still out, looking at Rachel wide eyed. The comment, and Rachel standing there, caught her off guard. The shock caused an automatic reaction, and she closed her mouth and swallowed the evidence, but not before Rachel saw it.

"Well, I already knew you swallowed. Why else would you be keeping it on ice? But I do love a girl that likes to savor it. May I sit down?"

Tina nodded almost trance like. Rachel didn't really wait for the answer, sitting quickly in the open seat on the aisle next to us. She buckled up, and nodded towards us. "Maggie is going to be telling us to get ready soon. You might as well get strapped in."

Tina handed Rachel the cup absentmindedly, looking for her seatbelt. "Oh, am I supposed to have some, or am I just holding this for you?" Rachel grinned. 

Rachel radiated sex appeal, her eyes sparkling as she waited for a response. The wrinkles around her eyes showed her years, but the rest of her face was smooth and youthful. Her makeup was modest, but highlighted her cheekbones and eyes. Sitting in her white blouse and blue blazer, it was hard to see the outline of her chest, but I knew she was well proportioned. Probably a 36 C cup. Rachel crossed her legs, letting me see her blue stiletto and tan nylons. Her beige skirt came to just above her knees as she worked, but she let it ride up her thighs a little as she sat with us. 

Tina was staring at her just as much as I was, but probably not in the same way. She was trying to figure out what Rachel was doing next to her. I was busy checking her out. Rachel saw through both of out motives. I suppose years of dealing with the public in that environment had taught her how to read people pretty well. She was just as smart as she was sexy, which was very. 

"So, are you going to answer me, Tina?" Rachel said.

My ears must have turned like a dog. Rachel said Tina's name. I caught it instantly, but Tina was so bewildered by Rachel that she missed it, instead concentrating on the question.

"Answer you?"

"Yes. Am I just holding this, or were you offering me some?"

"Uh..." was all Tina could think to say.

"I think I'll consider that an offer," Rachel said, raising the cup to her mouth. She took a generous mouthful, complete with some ice, and played with it much like Tina had. Finally swallowing it, she licked her lips, which were perfectly framed in a dark red lipstick that played well against her long, honey blond hair.

"You taste wonderful, Neil," she said as she handed the glass back to Tina, who quickly took another drink for herself to calm her nerves...this time caused by Rachel's forwardness.

Seeing the situation for what it was, I tried to strike a confident and aggressive tone. I figured Rachel knew what she wanted, or at the very least she had a reason to be where she was. For her to buckle on approach meant she was intending to sit there during the landing.

"Thank you Rachel. I'm sure you taste wonderful too."

Rachel grinned. "My, you just jump right to the point, don't you?" 

"No sense pretending. You're sitting there for a reason."

"True. Maggie is learning. I'm training her, so I'm letting her do the approach procedures solo today. I decided to pretend I'm a passenger to see how she does, and I figured this was as good a place as any to sit. You don't mind, do you?"

Tina shook her head. I laughed.

"I amuse you?" Rachel asked coyly.

"You amaze me. That's a great ruse, and it's probably true. But there are a hundred empty seats on this flight. You're here for a reason."

"What makes you say that?" she said as she twirled her hair on her finger like a flirting schoolgirl.

"Because you bothered to find out our names. I'm pretty sure you didn't do that with all the passengers. Are we in some kind of trouble?"

"Trouble? Heaven's no. You're very perceptive though, Neil."

"And?"

"And you're right. When I saw what you two were doing, I have to admit, I got a little excited. That kind of thing doesn't happen that much anymore."

Tina turned red. "I thought we were being discreet."

"Oh, you were honey. Maggie never noticed, and I'm sure none of the other passengers did either."

"But you did!" Tina exclaimed.

"Well, I've been doing this job for almost twenty years. You two reminded me of what it was like to do this when I first started."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Back in the good old days, during the dawn of the sexual revolution. To be a stewardess then was a constant good time. It was like life was one big party. I had sex almost every day, in a different city...and on more than my fair share of flights. Think of the stories you've probably heard about stewardesses. A lot of them are true, and I was one of them. It was wild. I miss those days."

"What changed?" 

"The world, I suppose. America is still stuck up about sex, and now with diseases...well, it's become more of a job now, where before it was just always fun. I was thinking about quitting, but the money's good, and I have a lot of seniority. And its days like today and couples like you that keep me going."

I laughed and said, "Well, I'm happy we could make your day."

"You're going to make it Sunday too."

"What?" I asked, not sure what she really was getting at. 

"I already checked. You two are on the first two legs of my flight home on Sunday." 

The trip that was scheduled by the company I was interviewing with was booked so fast that the flights were not exactly the best. Going out, we had the layover in Cleveland. But going back, we had to fly to Dallas first, and then fly to Fort Wayne on the same plane. There was even a layover in Dallas.

"Where's home?" I asked.

"Chicago. I'm based out of O'Hare. I woke up this morning in Phoenix, flew to Cleveland, and I end up in DC." 

"So, how does that work, exactly, if you live in Chicago?" I asked, suddenly curious about her life, even though I wasn't really sure why.

"Well, my schedule is unusual because of my seniority. I can pick and choose my flights a little easier than, say, Maggie can. She gets what she gets. I work three weeks domestically, and one week internationally each month. When I fly overseas, I work a flight, have two days off, then fly back and have the rest of the week off. When I work here, I work three days, have one off, work a day, and have two more off. So, this is the last of three straight days for me. Like I said, I woke up this morning in Phoenix, flew to Cleveland, and I'll have tomorrow off in DC. Then I fly back with the two of you to Dallas and Fort Wayne, and then it's just a short trip home to Chicago for a couple of days off."

"Isn't that a long time to be gone?"

"You get used to it. The first trip of the workweek, I always do a return run. I'll fly to say, New York or Denver, and then fly back home the same day. The second day I fly somewhere and stay, and then fly the next day and stay with a day off. So I'm home four days out of a week, and I'm away three straight days. But like I said, I always get to choose the flights, so I get to choose where I stay when I have my days off."

"So what are you doing tomorrow?" I asked.

"Are you inviting me somewhere?" Rachel asked, going back into flirt mode.

"No...just curious."

"You first...what are you two doing in DC."

"Actually, we're driving to West Virginia. I have a job interview tomorrow. Tina is coming with me to check out the area."

"So, you two might be moving there?"

"Oh, not me," Tina said, trying to get a rise out of Rachel. "My stepsister. Neil is engaged to her. She couldn't make it this weekend, so I'm filling in for her."

Being a child of the aforementioned sexual revolution, Rachel didn't bat an eye. She just smiled and said, "You take that 'filling in' part a little more literal that most."

"It's okay...Ann knows. She lives in California right now. So, she has me 'filling in' for her. I've been 'filling in' for her once a week for almost a month now." Tina held up her glass and wiggled it before taking another sip. "You see how he is. If we let him get too backed up, he'll blow the poor girl's head off if she sucks him on their wedding night."

Rachel laughed. Loud. It was an infectious laugh, the kind that could draw attention in all the right ways, and I was sure some heads turned to try and find the source. 

"So, Tina. By filling in, do you mean you're just relieving the pressure valve like you did today?"

"Oh no...I'm a body double. When I fill in, I really fill in. And he fills me, trust me."

"I'll have to, I suppose. But I am a little jealous. Is this just a family thing, or can anybody help?" Rachel said winking at me.

"So, then you don't have plans tomorrow," I said with a laugh.

"Actually, I do. I was just wondering, and flirting."

"So what does a good looking woman like yourself do with a free day in the Nation's Capital?" I asked.

"I'll be spending the day with Bradley."

"And Bradley is..."

"A dashing young sales executive I met a year or so ago. He has an apartment in Northern Virginia. I'll be spending the day, and the night, with him."

"He lives there?" 

"No...he keeps an apartment there. I think he lives outside Philadelphia somewhere."

"You think?" Tina said with a laugh.

"I'm not really sure. We meet up once a month."

"Let me get this straight. He keeps an apartment just so he can be with you once a month?"

"I never said that. He's in DC a couple of weeks a month. It's cheaper to rent an apartment and work out of that than to stay in a hotel all the time."

"Oh...so you just stop in when he's there to say hi," Tina asked.

"No, Tina. I stop in to fuck."

"Really?"

"Do you ever watch 'Cheers'?" Rachel asked, referring to the television show.

"I've seen it," Tina said as I nodded in agreement.

"Have you seen those episodes where a hot young stewardess blows into town hoping to hook up with Sam?" We both nodded, and Rachel said, "Well, I like to think I'm a slightly older version of them. Except, I never have to 'hope'. I set my flight schedule up a month in advance knowing where, and who, I'm going to be spending some quality time with."

"Are any of the guys you hook up with married?" I asked for my own personal, selfish reasons. While I wasn't really sure what our relationship would be like once Ann and I actually got married, I knew there was some liklihood that we might have some kind of extra curricular sex together with others. But it wasn't lost on me what happened in my past. I could easily see a person in Rachel's position as a rogue matrimonial terrorist, striking at the very heartbeat of happy homes. 

Maggie came over the intercom, and Rachel held her hand up and said, "Hold that thought. I have to do my job for a second."

The three of us listened to Maggie perform the end of flight procedures; one of us more intently listening than the other two. When she finished, she thanked us all for flying with them and told us to prepare for landing. She did a good job, even in Rachel's eyes.

"I think she's ready. She did really well."

"Been training her long?" Tina asked.

"A couple of months. She's kind of like a little sister to me now. She likes to follow in my footsteps. She's enthusiastic, and a quick learner."

"So she works all the flights that you work?"

"Right now, until I turn her loose on her own, yeah."

"And does she know you set your schedule based on who you're going to fuck," I said bluntly.

Rachel grinned. "I love your frankness Neil. That's a trait I look for in men. Yes, she knows now. Like I said, she's a quick study. She's got a couple of guys she's been able to hook up with. And to answer your earlier question, no, I don't mess with married men anymore. I did in my early days. But like I said, that was when almost everybody was screwing around...and I was young. It's too messy now, and I don't like being the other woman. Unless of course there are two of us in the room." Rachel nodded toward Maggie as she passed us down the aisle.

"Do you mean Maggie?" Tina asked, starting to blush.

"I told you, she's a quick learner. I think last night brought out all of her bisexual side."

"Last night?"

"Yeah. She found out when we landed that her date had to cancel, and she didn't have a place to stay because the hotels were booked because of a convention. So I took her with me to Ramon's house."

"And Ramon would be..."

"My Latin stud in Phoenix. He's an architect I met a couple of years ago on a flight. We get together every three months or so to have some fun. He's an adventurous kind of guy, and I knew he wouldn't mind me bringing Maggie. I didn't think it would turn into a threesome, but hey...sometimes you get lucky and get surprised. Like today." Rachel winked at us again.

Tina took another little sip of her cum filled cup, and handed it back to Rachel, who smiled and took one of her own. She savored it, letting the thick white goo float around in her mouth before she swallowed. Then she filled her mouth again before handing the glass back to Rachel. After she swallowed the second helping, she looked at me. "I love that taste. And it leaves such a wonderful aftertaste. I wonder what it tastes like when it's warm and not cold."

I could only imagine where she was going with that conversation, but the wheels touched down and we were rolling to a stop at the end of the runway. 

"Well, unfortunately, I have to go back to work now. Thanks for livening up my afternoon. I'm really looking forward to serving you on Sunday. You're limited members of the mile high club now. Maybe we can find a way to make you two official members with full benefits."

With that, Rachel unbuckled, bounced up, and bounded down the aisle. Tina and I looked at each other and couldn't help but laugh. We were going home on what had to be a full flight on a Sunday to Dallas. Maybe Rachel was talking about the flight to Fort Wayne from there, but it all seemed moot. I wasn't about to fuck Tina in an airplane lavatory, and doing her in our seats was not going to happen. It was a nice thought though, and we got a giggle out of what we'd done. 

The plane pulled into the gate, and we had that long, ridiculous wait until we were able to actually get up and get our stuff out of the overhead compartment. Finally, the herd passed, and Tina was able to get out. I got our bags and carried them while I followed her slowly down the aisle to the exit near the cabin as she continued to nurse the special drink I'd made for her. When we finally made it to the front of the plane, Rachel was waiting with Maggie. Maggie took one look at Tina and took the cup from her hand. Taking a quick gulp, she looked at Rachel and said, "Dammit. I can't believe it. I've got to start paying more attention to what's going on. And I can't believe I missed the whole thing. It is good though." She handed the glass back to Tina, who like me, was a little bewildered by Maggie's reaction.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 23



There's nothing quite like standing at the luggage carousel of an airport, waiting for your bags to arrive. The scene is the same everywhere. People craning their necks, looking...hoping...praying that the items they gave the airline will actually show up on that magical moving belt. It's a little like Russian roulette. Someone's going to get the bullet in the chamber, and their bags aren't going to be there. The morbid among us wait until the very end to see the lifeless corpses drag themselves to the Customer Service Desk to make their desperate plea, which is almost always followed by a period of desperation and mourning for the luggage that was lost.

Normally on a trip as short in duration as I was taking, I wouldn't even be near the carousels. I would have just carried on everything I needed and been well on my way to the rental car agency of my choosing. But I was traveling with Tina, so I stood there with the rest of the mob...waiting. 

It really is amusing to watch people react in the baggage claim area. First, just watching them wait impatiently for the belts to start moving; and once they do, their immediate excitement of that moment, which is quickly followed by the utter disappointment they feel as it snakes along, inching forward while it remains empty. Then a rogue, random bag comes through the opening, and everyone gets needlessly excited, because there's just the one. Sure, another follows eventually, but they are sporadic and random.

I've often wondered what happens on the other end, where the workers are putting the bags onto the belt. Did they take some kind of class in mental torture, or are they just eating sandwiches and talking while they occasionally throw a bag or a suitcase onto the belt? 

After fifteen minutes of waiting and watching the assortment of luggage go by, we finally had ours and we were on our way to get a car. The chamber was empty for us, and we spun it and handed that proverbial gun to the next passenger/victim. We didn't wait to see who got the bullet, but as we walked away I listened and wondered if the imaginary pistol was about to go off. 

Flying into Dulles, we had already taken their odd shuttle system from the infield terminal to the main one. Once we had our bags, we had to take a shuttle bus to the nearby facilities that rent cars. The whole experience was like an abridged version of 'Planes, Trains and Automobiles' on fast forward. 

Tina and I waited patiently in line again. I was patient, anyway. Tina was wired, shifting her weight back and forth from foot to foot. She continued to clutch to her cup of cum, sipping away in front of people that must have wondered what it was she was actually drinking. The perverseness of it brought a smile to her face every time she lifted the cup to her full lips. I'm not sure if she was doing it for herself or for me...but watching Tina do it and knowing she wasn't wearing panties under her short miniskirt was keeping me wired in a different way. 

Finally, we made it to the front of the line, and were pointed at by a lovely redheaded woman behind the counter. Her nametag said Rita, and her tanned smile was like a warm and inviting embrace.

"May I help who's next, please," came her call as she bent her index finger, motioning us to come towards her. They were words I thought we'd never hear.

"I have a reservation," I said, hoping it was true. I hadn't made the arrangements. The company I was interviewing with had made all the travel details, including airlines, rental car and hotel. I'd never traveled before without doing all that myself, so I was a little apprehensive, worried that somehow there'd be a mix-up and I'd have to deal with a problem. Or worse, pay my own way and fight to get reimbursed. 

Rita heard the inflection of my statement. "That sounded more like a question. Let's see if we can calm your fears, sweetie. Name please?"

"Neil Thomas."

"Ah, Mr. Thomas. We've been expecting you," she said, her smile widening.

I looked at Tina, who shrugged her shoulders. Neither of us knew what that comment meant, and Rita didn't elaborate. It seemed a little odd, but I filed it away that it was just her way of making me feel more comfortable.

Rita checked her files, and pulled out a completed packet ready to go. Opening the file folder, she smiled and said, "We had you listed for a mid-sized sedan, but I see here that you've been given a free upgrade. I'll have them bring it to the front for you."

"A free upgrade? Why?"

"I'm really not sure Mr. Thomas. I suppose it's because you're handsome and debonair. But I can promise you...this car certainly suits your style better. I'll just be a moment."

I looked at Tina once more, who shrugged again and took a sip with a smile. She batted her eyes, and I was lost in them as Rita called on a walkie talkie to have our car brought to us. I'd never had that before either. I'd always taken the keys and had to trudge out to the lot to find my own ride. This one was being driven to us like I was a VIP member.

Moments later, a young attendant drove in front of the building and parked a new IROC Camaro convertible. It was black on black, and when he lowered the roof before he got out, I was stunned beyond belief.

"There's your vehicle, Mr. Thomas. Here's your paperwork. You're all set. Have a great day."

"Are you sure that car is for us?" I said, still a little shocked.

"Yes sir. Like I said, it seems to suit your style. It's perfect for a man like you. A map to your hotel is in your dossier, along with maps for your trip tomorrow. Have a great time." Rita handed me a file folder full of the paperwork, and I smiled. It was the best customer service I'd ever received from a rental car experience.

"Cool," Tina said as we walked to the car, the first words she'd spoken since we'd walked into the place.

The attendant put our luggage in the trunk for us and handed me the keys. Tina opened the file, which was organized very professionally. The map to the hotel we would be staying at was on top. I fired up the V8, and we pulled out. It was a bright sunny late afternoon in DC, and having a convertible was suddenly a nice bonus. 

~*~*~*~*~*~

We made our way to the hotel, which was about 30 minutes from the airport. The drive was nice, and Tina loved it as much as I did.

"I can't believe they gave us this car, Neil. This must be a pretty impressive company you're interviewing with."

"I'm not sure it was the company. She said it was a free upgrade...but that doesn't make any sense. Why would they do that? Not that I'm arguing...this is a sweet ride!"

I pulled into the Sheraton we would be staying at, and drove under the awning. I asked Tina if she wanted to stay, but she said she wanted to get out and stretch her legs. So, I put the tip up and opened the door for her. As we walked together though the lobby, I noticed a cute young brunette working the desk, and she smiled as we approached her. 

"Are there any guys that work in this world," I said to myself, thinking about how I always seemed to be dealing with one wonderfully attractive woman after another. I knew there had to be...somewhere. They were out there, but I was in a zone where it seemed everyone I interacted with was female and gorgeous. I wasn't complaining, but it did seem odd. 

"Good afternoon, Sir."

Reading her nametag, I said "Good Afternoon, Tammy. We have some reservations, under the name Thomas."

She lit up, smiling wide like she'd just seen an old friend. "Yes, Sir. We've been expecting you. Just a moment."

Tammy walked away, and Tina quickly said, "Why does everyone keep saying they're expecting us?"

In reality, it had only been two people, but I got her point. It was two people in a row. I could only chalk it up to my interview. Maybe they were trucking a lot of people in for the job. My heart sank a little, thinking I might be up against the world for a job I was already having misgivings about being under qualified for. I didn't need the added aggravation of worrying about my competition, when I was already worried enough just about the interview itself. I could feel myself getting uptight as I stood there.

When Tammy came back, she was carrying two boxes, placing them on the counter in front of her. I looked at Tina, who gave me her now familiar shoulder shrug. Tammy just left them there, and rummaged through her files, pulling out some paperwork and setting it on the countertop for me to review. 

"Just sign here for the room, Mr. Thomas."

I looked at the paperwork, and I could tell that the original document had been altered. I looked at Tammy, who smiled. 

"What's going on?" I asked.

"We changed the room reservations per your request, sir. From two rooms, to an Executive Suite."

I was going to say something about the change, since I knew that I had been 'honest' with Jeff in my phone interview that I would be bringing my fiancée's stepsister with me to scope out the area. He said they would pick up the tab for just the one room, and I told him that wouldn't be a problem. Tina grabbed my arm and just shook her head slightly, thinking we had gotten a deal. I went along with it, but a pit formed in my stomach. I figured I'd at least confirm the change with Jeff the next day so there would be no surprises.

"Is there a problem, Sir?" Tammy asked.

"Uh...no, not at all. Thank you for doing that for me."

"My pleasure. Here are the room keys. Top floor, turn right out of the elevator. Your suite is at the end of the hall."

"Very good. Thank you."

"And these packages arrived for you today, Sir. This one if for you, and this one is for your associate, Miss Galore," Tammy said as she nodded toward, Tina.

Tina started to say something, but I gave her the look this time and smiled. 

"Thank you, Tammy."

"I'll have someone bring your bags and these to your room. Will there be anything else?"

"Not right now, Tammy. Thanks."

"Very well, Sir. Johnny!" she called out.

"Yes, Tammy," he said a young man dressed in a vest that appeared out of nowhere.

"Please see Mr. Thomas and his associate to their room."

I took the room keys and put them in my pocket. We walked out to the car, and Tina was beside herself.

"What the fuck is going on? Who is Miss Galore?"

"I'm not sure. Something's strange. I had a pit in my stomach before, but now I'm thinking about this whole thing differently. The car...the room. Let's just wait and see. Okay?"

"Sure. I'm not bitching. It just seems like they have the wrong people."

"I know," I said as I opened the trunk. Johnny came out of the hotel with a cart and took our luggage. I left Tina with him while I parked the car, and then the three of us went up the elevator together. He opened our room and took us inside, putting the luggage neatly in place and the cartons on top of a mahogany desk. The room was huge, and it was just a living room. To the side was a huge set of double doors. The bellhop, for lack of a better word, opened the doors to show us the bedroom...complete with a luxurious king sized bed. It was a room out of a movie.

"Will there be anything else, Sir?" he asked.

I handed him a five dollar tip and said, "No. Thank you very much."

"You're welcome, Sir. Enjoy your stay."

As he shut the door behind him, Tina said, "Who is P. Galore?"

"What?" I asked.

"This package. It says it's for P. Galore, in care of N. Thomas at this address. What the hell is going on, Neil?"

I smiled. I finally had a clue, but I wanted to confirm it. "Let me open my package, and we'll see if we can find out." 

~*~*~*~*~*~

Ann and I had had a conversation the same Wednesday night after the phone interview. I had commented that it went very well, and they wanted to bring me in for a series of face to face interviews that coming Saturday. When I asked her, she made a comment about it being very fast, and she wondered about my plans for the weekend. I had told her that I had intended to go to see 'License to Kill', the new James Bond movie that had just come out that week. I was going to go see it with Matt on Saturday, but that was going to have to be delayed now that I had to travel.

We had already had a lengthy discussion about my love of Bond films weeks before. It was one of those Saturday nights, after we'd helped each other get off on the phone. We were discussing movies, and we ended up talked about everything Bond. I was surprised that Ann had an interest in the series herself, although admittedly not as passionate as mine. But she knew a lot. We debated the various Bond's, both loving Sean Connery the best. I told her I liked Timothy Dalton, if only because he was different that the campy version that Roger Moore had evolved into in his later films. He wasn't Connery, but he was better than that. 

Ann had asked me what my favorite Bond film was, and I had told her it was 'Goldfinger'. When she asked me why, I told her it had Connery, and it also had Bond playing golf. Not to mention a naked chick painted in gold, which I found sexy, even though she was dead. It was that conversation that came to mind when I heard Tina say the one box was addressed to P. Galore. It didn't dawn on me when Tammy had said Miss Galore at the front desk, but it made more sense when the 'P' was put in front of it. 

The cartons were sent Federal Express overnight, and both were marked as having come from San Francisco. There was no doubt in my mind that Ann was a part of all of what was going on. I just didn't know what it was yet, or the extent of it.

I carefully opened the box addressed to my attention. The contents of the carton were carefully packaged. A great deal of care had been taken to present it in a specific manner...there was an attempt for a desired effect. In the very top, there was a sealed 9 x 12 manila envelope that was very official looking. It was marked in the top corner as being from 'MI6', and in the middle, was a neatly typed label that said "Bond". It was even stamped with a red "Confidential" mark. I laughed when I pulled it out of the box, and I turned to look at Tina, who was peering over my shoulder. 

"Have a look at this, Pussy," I said with a grin.

"Excuse me?" Tina said, thinking I was in some way insulting her, or coming on to her.

"Your name is Pussy. Pussy Galore, like in the movie. See, I'm James Bond."

"You're kidding?"

"Have you seen the movie?"

"I've seen all of them. I just never dreamed that's what this was all about. Actually, what IS this all about?"

"Still not sure, but Ann knows I love Bond movies, and that 'Goldfinger' is my favorite."

I looked in the drawer of the desk the boxes were sitting on, and found a gold plated letter opener. Carefully placing it inside the tiny sliver of an opening, I sliced the envelope open and peeked inside. There was a smaller envelope, along with several other papers inside. I pulled out the smaller envelope first, and it was addressed to "James" in Ann's handwriting. Opening it, I found a handwritten letter.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Dear James,

I trust your flight went well, and you had no issues getting to the hotel. I try my best to make your travel arrangements to suit you. I hope you're pleased with the car. Because of the urgency of this mission, Q wasn't able to get your Aston Martin on location in time to meet you, so I had to improvise. I also assume you found the itinerary provided with the car to your liking. I always try my best to please my favorite 00 agent. In fact, I would love the chance to please you personally, if you could find the time to fit me into your personal schedule.

There's been a last minute change to your cover, which is spelled out in the mission overview. This necessitated an alteration of the lodging arrangements. I apologize for your not having any notice, but I'm sure you covered it smoothly, like you always do. 

James, as you know I cannot go into the details in this note. But do be a gentleman. And please be careful. As you know only too well, often the most benign assignments can suddenly be filled with danger. Please be careful.

I'll await your return.

Your faithful servant,

Moneypenny 

~*~*~*~*~*~

I couldn't help but smile as I put the letter back in the envelope it came in and placed it on the desk. Looking back into the bigger envelope there was a red envelope that was regular sized. It was also marked 'Confidential', and 'For Your Eyes Only', both in bold black. The fact that it had a Bond film title on it told me that Ann was either more of a buff than she let on, or had really paid attention to detail. Or maybe she had some help with everything she was doing...who knew. What I did know was that Ann had not only put a lot of thought into it, she'd also put in a lot of effort and likely some money as well.

The envelope was marked with that day's date, and a 'case file' number. Opening the envelope carefully, there were a couple of papers...well, documents inside. The first was a letter.

It was more of a mission outline, supposedly written by 'M', Bond's boss in MI6. It outlined the scope and objectives of the mission.

~*~*~*~*~*~  

Confidential – For Your Eyes Only

File: 007-69

From: MI6 – SIS – 00 Division

To: James Bond – 007

Codename: Shenandoah

Mission Scope: Reconnaissance; Intelligence Gathering; Espionage

Mission Type: Deep Undercover

Mission Length: Short term initial contact, with a strong potential for long term undercover assignment.

Mission: Infiltrate an international manufacturing corporation that is believed to be a front for illegal activities, including counterfeiting, drug trafficking, and arms dealing. 

Initial intelligence reports indicate that the company is very well organized, and the illegal activities appear to be well conceived and are hidden deep within their organization. 

Mission Specifics: Your alias will be Neil Thomas, an up and coming production manager from rural Indiana. The corporation is looking for highly motivated, highly skilled professionals to lead production in a new manufacturing facility currently under construction in the Shenandoah Valley of West Virginia. It is to be the newest, most modern state of the art facility in their North American operations. Preliminary intelligence indicates this plant will be dangerous with regard to potential impact in the world community. 

We have been able to secure an extensive series of interviews with strategic corporate personnel hoping to hire Mr. Thomas as a manufacturing Supervisor. Your mission will be to research the companies needs quickly in these initial interviews, and portray yourself as the best fit for the position to establish a 'mole' inside their company. 

Initial contact should concentrate on familiarizing yourself with as much about the company as possible, and gaining the confidence of the corporate management staff. Do not be concerned with trying to determine the depths of the activities we believe to exist in the initial contact. With the ultimate goal of achieving a position with the company, an undercover stronghold will be gained, and that information will be forthcoming. 

MI6 has spent over six months trying to create a profile that would attract the hiring net the company is using to seek out their new management staff. This is our one and only real opportunity to get inside what appears to be a very intense and highly scrutinized personnel interviewing process. It is our belief that you will undergo analysis by their top personnel, and you will be required to take psychological and physical examinations by their staff. 

Study the alias personnel profile carefully. You need to know every detail of the persona our Z branch created, and in essence, you must become Neil Thomas before the interview. You've been chosen for this assignment because our top people in Z branch believe that you have the proper attributes required to successfully complete the mission. Due to the danger that may be involved, it was also determined that a 00 was necessary.




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If you are successful in the initial contact, our assumption is that you will be contacted for a position. At that time, we will determine the proper course of action. Be prepared for a full time undercover assignment. This has the potential to take years, but the depth of their operation, and the invaluable information that can be gathered from the inside, may very well make this a necessary assignment.

The CIA Agent you normally work with, Felix Leiter was compromised recently in the CIA's attempt to infiltrate this company. CIA informs us they did not have another agent ready to step in at a time where we had hoped you would join him. That has necessitated some unusual circumstances. In the absence of Mr. Leiter being available, the CIA is assigning a new agent, Miss Pussy Galore, to assist you in this initial assignment. 

If you are able to gain acceptance, and the decision is made to go forward with the deep undercover plant inside the facility, the cover we've devised allows for a change in assignments. Our friends in Langley have had Mr. Leiter debrief an agent that is being groomed to join you in the event a long term assignment becomes necessary. She is currently in California, undergoing extensive physical stimulus training at the hands of the CIA's conditioning trainer, Antonio. She will join you at the appropriate time when necessary.

Contact Moneypenny after the initial assignment is over so that we can determine how to proceed.

Good Luck Bond.

M

~*~*~*~*~*~    I was laughing while I read the letter to Tina. I couldn't believe what I was reading, or the lengths that Ann had gone to to make it all seem so real. It was obvious that in our conversations, Ann seemed to remember everything...and not just about Bond. When I'd finished the phone interview, and Ann called to find out what happened, I had told her what I was told by Jeff, the hiring manager. Ann remembered seemingly every detail I told her and included it in the letter.

What I struggled with was the 'how'. Ann had a day, maybe a day and a half, to put all of it together. There were boxes of stuff she'd sent. She'd changed the hotel reservation from two rooms to a suite, and the car we were driving from what was probably going to be a small subcompact to a sports car...more in the style of what Bond would drive. How did Ann do all of that in such a short amount of time? The whole thing had me wondering just what kind of woman I was marrying. Resourceful was the first thing that came to mind. Sexy was the second...but that always popped up when I thought of Ann. Somehow, she was now mysteriously sexy.

I pulled out the next paper in the packet, and it was a detailed dossier of me. Well, of Neil Thomas, who was supposed to be my alias for the 'mission' I was on. There was my name, date of birth, location of birth, a personal history...it was amazing. She must have had a photographic memory of all the things we'd talked about over the week we were together and the conversations over the phone, because it basically was a documented outline of me. "Hell, this thing is better than my resume," I said to Tina as I glanced over it a second time. 

I pulled out another paper, and it was supposed to be from 'Q'. It detailed the contents of the box for me. And what was inside startled me. Ann had bought me a gun. Not a real gun, mind you...it was a plastic toy gun. But it was a Walther PPK, just like Bond uses. There was also a black leather shoulder harness style holster that you would wear under a jacket to go with it. Then there was a jewelry type box, and when I opened it, I was floored. Inside, there was a watch, just like the kind Bond wears in the movies. Of course, it didn't have any of the gadgets you might seen in the movies, but it was still cool. I actually got a chill down my spine when I saw it. 

"Holy shit...how did she do all this so fast? And how did she get it here? She only had a day or two, didn't she?" Tina asked as she watched me put it on my wrist.

"I have no idea how she did it...but I know I love her."

"I think I do too," Tina said with a little laugh.

Filled with anticipation, Tina carefully opened her own package, astutely addressed to P. Galore. "I can't believe I'm Pussy!" she said almost giddily. 

"Me either...but the name fits."

"Perve!"

"The name's Bond. James Bond," I said, trying to mimic the classic line.

"I didn't know Bond was blond," she said, as she fiddled with the letter opener, trying to cut the seal on the carton. 

"I'm in disguise. They'd be expecting me to have dark hair," I said with a sinister laugh.

"God...she thought of everything," Tina said as she opened her box and pulled out her own manila envelope. Instead of MI6, it was marked as being from the CIA in Langley, Virginian, addressed to Pussy Galore. There was no hand written note like I'd received from Ann. Instead, there was just the red envelope marked the same as mine, except it was from the 'CIA'.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Tina's 'dossier' was similar to the one that Ann had done for me, except it was from William Casey with the CIA, and it was addressed to Agent 69 – Miss Pussy Galore. Tina laughed at her agent number, saying, "That figures."

"Well, that suits you too, don't you think?"

"It suits me...or Pussy?"

"Both," I said, winking at her.

The letter spelled out the depth of the mission for Agent 69, just like the one I got for 007...but there were some differences at the end of the letter, basically stating she was taking the place of Bond's normal contact in the CIA. 

The end of the letter said: 

...The company we are trying to infiltrate has been told that Mr. Thomas' fiancée was unable to make the trip, and in her place, her 'stepsister' will be coming out to look at the general area to determine if it is a place where the couple might want to move to after they are married. Your mission will be to support the assigned British agent in any way he deems fit, working under him. The image that must be presented by you is that of a sexy, uninhibited woman who loves a good time. 

The fact that you will be posing as a stepsister must not be construed as this being a hands-off assignment. Quite to the contrary, the personas that Z division of MI6 has developed have been carefully and strategically manufactured. 'Mr. Thomas' may be engaged, but his personality profile indicates that he is a self-assured man, and his fiancée is a bright, independent, sexy woman who has been on her own for the last ten years.  As a couple, they are being portrayed as having an honest and loving relationship; but one that tinges on being a semi-open marriage in their future. 'Ann' is profiled to be progressive in her thinking, and therefore, accepting to whatever is necessary to keep her husband happy in all ways. Both 'Ann' and 'Neil' are described as 'very sexual'. 'Tina Roberts', your alias, would share that trait. 

You must become intimate with your alias profile. We have one shot at this, Miss Galore, and how well you can convincingly become Tina Roberts is paramount to the overall success of the mission. You must become a beautiful, sexy beautician from rural Indiana with a penchant for being highly sexual. Play off the British Agent's lead. Do not question him...follow his orders, and stay close to him when he's not in the interview.

As part of our initial debriefing of Agent Leiter, he has provided us with extensive information regarding the kinds of things that can be expected on this mission. We've been able to arrange a training session for you and the primary agent from MI6. We have another agent on site ready to assist you. She is working the front desk, and is going by the name of 'Tammy'. Contact her by 6PM, and she will provide you with what you need for the training session.

We have supplied you with everything you will need for the mission in the site kit. My assistant, Kitty, has provided detailed instructions in the kit. Follow the objectives to the letter, and forward your findings to her once your mission is complete.  

Good Luck Miss Galore.

William Casey Director Central Intelligence Agency

~*~*~*~*~*~

"This is incredible," Tina said as she put down the letter and looked though her packet. "How did she find out so much about me?" she asked.

"What do you mean?"

"She has an awful lot of details about me. Shit, she even has my birthday down here on this piece of paper. How does she know all this about me? And who's Kitty?"

"Ann is Kitty...I would guess she's the CIA's Moneypenny. And I don't know how she knows so much about you...or how she got all these people involved that live out here. She's got this Tammy involved in this...and she somehow changed the car rental. I'm both scared and really turned on right now."

Tina looked into the box and pulled out a cardboard partition that separated the top and the bottom. Her hand went over her mouth as she peeked inside. 

"What is it?" I asked.

Tina pulled out an elegant black spaghetti strapped evening dress. It was lacy around the top, enough that while her nipples and areolas would be covered, the rest of her magnificent tits would be visible. It was also very short and and very sleek. It would be a very snug fit, and Tina was practically drooling.

"This is so hot!" she said as she put it up against her tiny frame. Looking back into the box, her eyes grew wide. "Oh my GOD!" She put down the black dress, and pulled out a bright red one. It was strapless, and cut a little shorter. But it was just as slinky. 

"Holy shit...she even got me shoes!" Tina said as she pulled out a pair of stylish black pumps. "They're even my size. How the fuck did she know my shoe size?"

"I really don't know, Tina. She must have some inside information on you, because I didn't say anything to her. Hell, I don't even know your shoe size."

"This is really weird," she said, looking back inside her package.

"Is there anything else in the box?"

"A new Polaroid camera, a bunch of packs of film, and this," she said, pulling out a small toy revolver modeled on a Smith and Wesson, stuffed in a small leather holster. The holster had a Velcro strap on it, and Tina looked at it funny. "Where does this thing go?"

"It straps to your thigh," I said with a laugh.

"You're kidding. You'll see it bulge in the dress. What's the point?"

"It goes on the inside of your thigh, silly."

"You're KIDDING! How is anyone supposed to walk around with a big thing like that in the inside of your leg?"

I smiled and looked at my crotch and said, "You get used to it."

Tina cracked up and said, "I suppose you do." 

In the bottom of the box was an envelope, and it was handwritten to Pussy Galore. Tina opened it, and it was from 'Kitty'. 

The letter inside told Tina that she was to wear the black dress to wherever it was we were going to go for the 'training session', and the red one was for the next day. It also gave specific instructions as to what to look for on her 'recognizance' mission...which was what the camera was for. Basically, she was to document the trip, so to speak. Based on the adventures Ann and I had had with my parent's camera, I knew that it wasn't just pictures of the area we may be moving to that Ann was hoping to see.

"This whole thing is pretty surreal...what do we do now?"

"I'll call down to Tammy. You get ready." 

"Okay...I'm taking a shower," Tina said as she grabbed her things and skipped into the bathroom. She was so excited to have new cloths she was singing to herself as she closed the door. I took the gun and shoulder harness and hung it on a coat hook on the wall in the front hallway like I'd seen Bond do in countless movies, for effect. Then I went to the phone and made a call to the front desk. Somehow, Tammy appeared to be involved in whatever Ann had planned. At least, that's what I deduced, but I wasn't sure. I tried to get an idea of what Ann had in mind. If I was going fill the imaginary shoes of James Bond, I needed to think in that mindset and be bold and confident. And since Tammy was a part of this, she would be my litmus test.

~*~*~*~*~*~

"Front Desk, this is Tammy," she said in a voice that came across a lot more sultry than when I'd talked to her at the front desk when Tina and I checked in. I wondered in my head if I'd missed it the first time, or if she now knew who I was...or if it was just her phone voice. There's nothing quite like a woman with a perfect phone voice to get a man's juices flowing. It's the verbal equivalent to exposed cleavage...it draws you in.

"This is Mr. Thomas in room 501."

"Yes, Mister...Thomas. How can I help you?" She acted like she wanted to call me another name, and I felt for sure that it was for effect.

"I believe you have something I need."

"Yes, I have something for you. I also have another important package for Miss Galore. I'm supposed to deliver both of them to you personally on your way out. Just stop by the desk."

"We're a little busy at the moment...could you be a dear and bring them to our room."

"Uh...yes sir...I suppose. Will there be anything else?"

"Yes, please. Have room service bring up a bottle of champagne, three glasses."

"Yes sir...of course." Tammy said with some trepidation. 

"Give us 10 minutes, Tammy. Then be at the door with the packages."

"Uh...sure. Okay."

I hung up the phone and stripped. In what must have been seconds, I was in the shower with a very startled Tina.

"What are you doing?" she said at first, but then warmed up to the idea of having a man in there with her. Just as fast as I was in there with her, her hands were on my crotch.

"Not right now, Pussy. We have company coming. Just get me clean, and then you can finish your shower," I said as I grabbed the soap and handed it to her. 

Tina smiled as she took it, and went about washing me. "The things I do for my country," she said as she lathered up my body. I couldn't help but laugh.

When she was done and I was rinsed off, I got out and left her there. She was a little miffed that I didn't reciprocate, and she stared at my semi-hard cock as I half dried myself off.  I wanted to be a little damp when I went to the door, which was fast approaching. I ran a towel over my hair to make it stop dripping, but left it looking mussed. 

I walked out of the bathroom just as I heard a knock on the door in the other room. It was a longer walk than I thought as I made my way to the door. I tied the big white bath towel around my waist, and took a deep breath. Still dripping, I stuck my chest out a little to appear more buff, which really wasn't necessary. I was in great shape, but the male ego is very vain, and apparently very quick to defend itself. I ran my fingers through my hair one last time, and opened the door in one quick motion. Tammy's mouth flew open as she saw how I was 'dressed', but she gathered herself quickly even as her blushing gave her inner feelings away. 

"Good evening, Tammy. Come in." She walked through the door, slowly and cautiously. She was carrying a suit bag, and another box with a loose manila envelope on top. I caught a whiff of her perfume, and knew immediately it was the very same that Ann wore. She hadn't been wearing it when I met her in our first encounter. That was NOT a fragrance I would miss.

"That's an interesting perfume you're wearing," I said as I stared at her ass while I closed the door behind us.

"Uh...yes. Do you like it?"

"Very much. Someone very dear to me wears the same perfume. An interesting coincidence, don't you think."

Tammy turned a deeper shade of red, and said, "Yes it is. I just got this...I really like it."

I drew myself close to her, and ran my finger along her cheek, down her neckline as I stared into her eyes. Tammy caught her breath as she inhaled deep , her chest jutting out toward me as she tried to assess what she'd gotten herself into.

"Mr. Thomas...I..."

"The name's Bond. James Bond," I said with a smile. "But you already knew that, didn't you?"

"Yes," she said as she stared at the holster on the wall over my shoulder.

"What's in the bag?" I asked as I took it, hanging it on the hook near my new gun. Taking the box and envelope, I casually placed them onto a table in the foyer of the suite. 

"You're suit for tomorrow, Sir. It was sent by...your headquarters. It's been pressed and it's ready to go." The fact that she said 'headquarters' told me Ann had indeed found a way to get Tammy to participate in our role playing. To what extent, I had no idea. But based on how she was acting, Tammy was probably past the point where she thought it would go.

"Really. I wonder how Moneypenny knows my size," I said as eyed Tammy, who was scanning her eyes up and down my torso, trying unsuccessfully not to stare at the bulge forming under my towel.

"I...don't know...Mr. BOND!" she exclaimed as I adjusted the knot on my towel, opening it slightly to pull it tighter, offering a glimpse of my naked thigh and hip as I teased her. She sighed in relief as I retied it on my hip bone.

"You can call me James. What's in the box?" I said as I stared at her own crotch, making her blush. 

"Excuse me?" she said thinking I meant something else entirely as I tried to stare through her skirt.

"The box...on the table. What's in it?" I asked, flashing as big a smile as I could, forcing her to make eye contact with me.

"Uh...I'm not sure. It's for Miss Galore, from her...headquarters."

I moved closer to Tammy, not really intending to do anything. But I liked the way her eyes kept drifting down my body to my growing shaft. It was hard not to want to do something with her, but at the same time, I knew this wasn't what Ann had in mind. At least, that's what I thought. 

"James...please..." she said as I leaned toward her, getting even closer, but still a couple of feet away.

I was about to say something, although I wasn't really sure what, when there was a knock on the door. "Just be a minute. Stay right there."

Tammy's eyes flew wide open and she began to tremble when she realized I was about to open the door. She was about to say something herself, but I opened the door before she had a chance.

Johnny, the young man that brought our bags to the room, was standing there. He had a cart with a chilled bottle of champagne in a bucket of ice, and three glasses. He started to push the cart into the room when he caught sight of Tammy, and stopped dead in his tracks, staring at her. She smiled awkwardly and gave a little wave.

"Something the matter?" I asked.

Not taking his eyes off of Tammy, he grinned. "No sir. Everything's JUST fine." He pushed the cart through the doorway and parked it next to a dinette table in the living area. Moving the items from the cart to the table, he kept glancing over his shoulder, smiling at Tammy, who stood frozen in place next to me.

When he walked back, he handed me the receipt wallet. I signed for the champagne, and handed it back to him. "As you can see, I'm without my wallet. I'll make sure that Tammy here gives you your tip. Okay?"

Johnny smiled at Tammy and nodded. "Yes sir. That will be fine."

"Good. If you'd leave us, please, I appreciate it." Johnny let himself out the door, closing it slowly. He craned his neck to get as long a look at her as he could, his smile brightening the hallway as he let out a little laugh. 

"Shit...I'm in so much trouble," Tammy said as she stared at the floor.

"Nonsense. Now where were we?"

"You were about to get me fired."

"Why would I be trying to get you fired?"

"Okay...you aren't trying. But that didn't help."

"What are you talking about?" I asked, walking toward the table that Johnny had placed the drinks on. Opening the bottle, I poured three glasses of bubbly and held one up to Tammy, who actually walked over and took one




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 23



"To new adventures, and a successful mission," I said as a toast.

Tammy smiled, but it was a worried smile. She downed the glass in one shot. I poured her a second glass, and said, "It's better if you sip this. You can get drunk if you drink it too fast. Plus, you'll actually enjoy it more."

"I need to get drunk after what just happened. Maybe that will help explain all of this. I need to..."

"What does that mean?" I asked.

"Look...James. I'm not necessarily going to lose my job. But, I wasn't supposed to bring those things up to your room. That's Johnny's job...he makes most of his money on tips. He's going to make it an issue because...well, I'm sure you understand."

"Well, I told him you would tip him for the champagne. You'll just need to tip him for that too."

"And just how am I supposed to do that?"

Before I could say anything, Tina walked through the door, dressed in her new outfit. My mouth hit the hardwood floor. She was putting on an earring when she said, "Blowjob!"

I nodded and replied affirmatively. "Blowjob!"

"A blowjob? Are you kidding me?" Tammy snapped.

"Yep. That's the best way to win someone over to the other side...sex. That's how James got me away from Goldfinger. But I suppose you could just kill him, too."

Tammy laughed and said, "I don't think I can kill him. And if I blow him, he'll never leave me alone. He's been trying to get into my pants for a year now."

"Well, you made it easier today, since you wearing a skirt," Tina said. "Besides, if he's been chasing you for a year, he already isn't leaving you alone. If you blow him, at least you might get something out of it. Do you like him?"

Tammy got a bashful look on her face, and kind of hemmed and hawed herself into a non-answer type answer.

"I guess that's a yes. You've been playing hard to get...time to let him get," Tina said with a laugh. She looked at me and said, "Do we know what out mission is yet?"

"No...I'll get the box," I said as I handed Tina a glass of champagne. She downed it quickly before putting her leg up on the chair at the table to strap on the holster and gun to her thigh, flashing her wet bare cunt right in front of Tammy.

"Holy..." Tammy said, her eyes opening wide but unable to tear them away from the view Tina was offering.

"Sorry. Perhaps I should introduce myself more properly. I'm Pussy. Pussy Galore."

"I knew that...I just didn't think I'd get to see it too," Tammy said, stunned, but still looking directly at the magic space between Tina's legs.

"You seem to like it...at least, you can't take your eyes off of it," Tina said, teasing Tammy, who started to blush.

"She did the same thing to me. I just think she likes staring at crotches," I said as I opened the box.

Tina turned her attention away from Tammy, but kept herself exposed. "So, what's in the envelope?"

I took the white envelope, on hotel stationary, and opened it.  "Wow...it's tickets." 

"To what?" Tina asked.

"A movie," I said, both stunned and excited at the same time. Inside, there were two tickets to an 8 o'clock showing of the latest Bond movie, and a map to the theatre. The thought that Ann would go to all the trouble she was going to, in ways that I couldn't fully imagine, really hit me hard. She was the perfect woman for me. Sexy; inventive; kinky; intelligent; independent; strong; adventurous; and drop dead gorgeous. She had it all. And she was going to be mine...forever. 

The tickets being enclosed inside an envelope from the hotel told me that Ann had some help in getting them. And my gut told me that help was standing in the room with us, still hopelessly drawn to Tina's pussy. I handed the tickets to Tina while I looked over the map.

"You're kidding!" Tina said as looked at them. As I was opening the box, she said, "This is too cool. I can't believe she did this all on her own."

I peered inside the carton, and looked at the note inside. Smiling I said, "She didn't. She had help."

"Who?" 

"Agent Tammy Nichols, which I presume is you, isn't it?"

Tammy's head snapped around, and she looked nervous. She only nodded at my question, which made Tina giggle for some reason. 

"So, what's in the box?" Tina asked.

I literally laughed out loud. Inside, there were two identical dildos. When I saw them, I knew that Ann had been back to visit her friend Missy at the sex shop, and that they were both the 'Antonio' model. "Something to put in your box."

"What?" Tina said, wrinkling her button nose.

"Actually, it looks like one for each of you. This one has 'Agent Nichols' on the label," I said as I pulled out the one of the large rubber cocks and showed it to them.

Tina started howling, but Tammy looked stunned again. "Oh my God," she said quietly as she stared at us.

"Who..." Tammy started to ask.

"It says they're from Kitty. That would be your boss...and apparently, Tammy's. Can you explain all of this?" I said, looking at Tammy.

"Not really...not...THAT!" she said.

"What can you explain?"

"Actually, not a lot. I'm under orders from...Kitty...not to spoil anything."

"And how do you know Kitty?" I asked.

"Uh...let's just say we've talked a lot the last couple of days. And it looks like I need to talk to her again," Tammy said as she took a deep breath and looked at the dildo in my hand.

Tina looked at it too, and she reached out for it, taking it from my hand. "That looks very familiar. I can only wonder where Kitty might have gotten the idea that this size is 'standard issue' equipment." Tina reached over and pulled at the loosely tied knot on my towel, opening it and letting it fall to the floor. She cupped my balls, and my cock started to rise higher than the half mast it was at.

"Holy...fuck," Tammy said as she stared at my hardening shaft.

I smiled at Tammy, but said, "There's no time, Pussy. I have to get dressed. We need to get going."

"Well, we may need to use this stand in then," she said, holding the rubber cock near mine to compare sizes. "It's almost as big as yours, James."

"I definitely have to make a call," Tammy said to herself, but loud enough that I heard her. I didn't understand, but I then again, not a lot of things were making sense. I was caught somewhere between my life and an amazing...well, I wouldn't call it a fantasy because Ann wasn't in it like I'd envisioned when we talked about role playing. But it certainly was like a movie Ann had created. I was playing James Bond...what else could it be? 

"Let go of me, Pussy. I need to get ready."

"Anything you say, James," Tina said as she took the dildo in her hand and placed it against her wet pussy lips, making Tammy look.

~*~*~*~*~*~

I could hear Tammy cumming through the bathroom door as I shaved and got dressed. It had to be the third time...or maybe the fourth. It was hard to tell as fast as she was rattling them off. She was reaching octaves that sopranos' dream to hit on their best day at the opera. 

When I finally came out, she was lying on the bed like a wet towel. She was still wearing her blouse and miniskirt, but she was practically sweating through them. Her eyes were glassy, a sly grin etched on her face as she basked in the afterglow of her orgasms. A very slick 'Antonio' lay between her legs, which were spread wide, showing me her bare pussy, topped with a well manicured patch of brunette pubic hair that matched the top of her head. Her lacy white thong was dangling off of her left ankle as hit hung over the edge of her bed. 

"I see you've debriefed Agent Nichols, Pussy." 

Tina was across the room, applying lipstick in the mirror; her hair perfect as she put the finishing touches to her makeup. She looked up in the mirror and smiled at me. "Yes, James. She was concerned about the size of the training tool Kitty sent us. She didn't believe it was one size fits all." 

"So you gave her a hand, did you?"

"And a tongue...I feel a little like a cannibal. Being named Pussy, you wouldn't think I'd be eating one, would you," she said with a wink.

"You're kidding!" I said with a grin.

"Nope. Sorry you missed it."

"Me too. How did that happen?"

"We'll talk about that some other time, James. We need to get going, don't we?"

Tina was being practical. We really did need to go if we were going to make the movie. I walked out into the foyer and grabbed my holster, putting it over my shirt. I got out the sport jacket that I had intended to wear to the interview the next day. I trusted that with everything else she'd done, Ann had gotten me a suit that fit. If Tina's dress was any indication, I was going to look like a million dollars. I never even opened the suit bag. I had so much confidence in Ann at that point that I knew I'd be fine. Putting on the coat, I looked in the mirror. I was casual Bond, as you've seen him many times. 

"Don't you need to be getting back to the front desk?" I said to Tammy as I pulled at the cuff of my jacket. She was still lounging on the bed, and had picked up the dildo, staring at it longingly as she played with the tip between her fingers. 

"Well, I'm off the clock...but that's not the point now? Besides, I'm telling you, Johnny is going to make this an issue, and he could put my job in jeopardy. I might as well stay here and play with this," she said, holding up her new toy. She looked it again and smiled, "And I have to tell you, a girl could get used to something like this."

I held out my hand and helped Tammy to her feet. Pulling her to me, I slipped my left hand between her legs, quickly inserting a finger inside her soft, wet cunt. Tammy squealed, and went limp. I held her tight to me, my right arm in the small of her back as she leaned backwards onto it. I slowly stroked her pussy, pumping my finger inside. Tammy's eyes closed, and she dropped the rubber cock from her fingers, letting it fall back onto the mattress as her back arched further. She became wetter by the second, and let out a soft moan.

I moved my wrist, cocking it so that my finger dove deeper into her slit. Adding a second finger, I began pumping furiously, dragging my thumb across her protruding clit as I jammed deeper and deeper inside Tammy's cunt. Just as she was about to pop, a flash went off. I turned to see that Tina had gotten the Polaroid out that Ann had sent us, and she was taking pictures.

Responding to the whir of the camera, Tammy exploded. "Oh...please...YES!" she screamed, coating my hand as she came. It wasn't a huge orgasm, likely because she'd just had a half dozen or so at the hands of Tina...and apparently her tongue as well.

Slowing, I finally pulled my fingers from Tammy's dripping snatch, bringing them to my mouth. Tina continued to photograph...or 'document the mission' as she put it, while Tammy came back to earth.

"That was wonderful...James," Tammy said as she smiled up at me. I was still cradling her in my arms, but I slowly lifted her up, more towards vertical.

"Okay Tammy, hopefully that cleared you head a little so you can focus on our mission. Pussy and I need to be able to count on you. You're not going to get fired, and you are not going to get punished. You're going to take care of the problem, like any good Agent would. I know you're new at this, but you're smart, you've been well trained, and you're beautiful. Use your skills, and find a way out of this."

Regaining her balance, Tammy batted her big brown eyes at me and said, "Find a way out? How am I supposed to do that?"

"Agent Nichols...think. What's the end game?"

"End game? What do you mean?"

"What's the ultimate goal you're trying to achieve?"

"Not to get fired."

"You really think you're going to get fired? You just said you're off the clock."

"Okay...I don't want Johnny going to management and telling them this."

"I get that. But specifically, what do you need to do?"

"I...need to get him to keep quiet."

"Right. So how does an agent keep someone quiet?"

"Kill them," Tina said quickly.

I laughed and said, "Well, that's one option. The other would be to get them to see things their way; get them to be on their side."

"Turn them!" Tina said, answering again for Tammy, who was still batting her eyes, thinking about the fact that I'd just fingered her. 

I nodded, and Tammy said, "How...how exactly...would I do that?"

Before I could say anything, Tina said, "Blowjob...we've already been over this."

I nodded and replied affirmatively. "Pussy's right. Blowjob"

"Seriously...are you kidding me?" Tammy snapped.

"No...you're a CIA Agent, aren't you?"

"Yes," Tammy said as her posture suddenly snapped straight like she was at attention. She was still willing to play her part in the odd little play Ann had set up.

"Well, you have to do whatever you have to do in order to ensure the mission is a success. Pussy, how many times have you eaten a woman?"

"Just once, James. But a girl could get used to it," she said as she winked at Tammy. Tammy blushed in response to Tina licking her lips. 

"Oh...fuck," Tammy said as she looked at Tina, who was standing there holding the tickets, her arms crossed, lifting her ample chest upward, forcing the limits of the material of her tight dress as it stretched to contain them. 

Tina was tapping her foot like she was counting the seconds pass by. "James, we need to go. I'm sure we not supposed to be late for the training session." 

"You're right, Pussy," I said as I spun around. I offered Tina my arm, and she placed her hand inside my elbow. Walking her toward the door, her heels clicked on the hardwood, echoing off the walls of the spacious living room. Looking over my shoulder through the open doors, Tina stood in place by the bed. "Are you coming?" I asked, as I watched Tammy start to unbutton her blouse.

Tammy smiled and hopped back on the bed, her bra in view as the front of her blouse fell open. She snatched the new dildo off the comforter, and spread her legs wide for us. "I will be in just a minute. You two go ahead...I'll let myself out."

We could hear Tammy moaning before we made it to door of the suite.

"Do you think she'll blow him?" Tina asked, referring to Johnny.

As I closed the door, cutting off the sounds of Tina heading towards another orgasm, I smiled. "That depends if she can find a way to get out of the bedroom. But if she does, I think that's the least she'll do him. She might just fuck him to death."

Tina laughed and said, "Well...that'll keep him quiet!" 



Ann: A Love Story Ch. 24



Tina and I were heading back to the hotel after watching 'License to Kill', which had just come out in the theaters. It was Bond. That, in and of itself, was enough for me in most cases. Truthfully, when compared to the entire catalog of movies in the series, it was an okay Bond flick. Not the best by far, and certainly not the worst. Middle of the pack, but about what I expected. And I wasn't disappointed. 

There were parts I really liked, and I still found Timothy Dalton a refreshing change from Roger Moore's latter work in the role. When Moore first became Bond, he did an incredible job filling shoes that I really thought no one could fill. After all, Sean Connery WAS James Bond. For Moore to pull off 'Live and Let Die' as he did, in effect making an impact that said he was a formidable Bond, was amazing. But after that, there was a slow, but steady decline. 

So it was with much anticipation for me that just about anyone new take on the cherished role. Dalton was adequate. And for those who didn't like him, at least he was 17 years younger, so the action scenes weren't like watching your grandpa fight someone half his age. Not to mention how painful it was to watch Moore put the moves on some Bond girl in his last couple of turns in the role. 

With the gun Ann sent me tucked in the holster inside of my coat, I felt like I was a young Connery, thinking it was plausible that I could be a young Bond...other than the blond hair and lack of a British accent. As a child raised on the films, I knew the part, and just having that fake weapon under my jacket gave me an odd feeling of confidence. A lot of that came from having just seen the film. And the rest came from two amazing women. The stunning blond sitting in the passenger seat to my right that was telling me how horny she was, and the even more beautiful brown haired babe somewhere in California, who like acting like a mastermind, orchestrating a lot of what was happening from behind the scenes.

I had never felt more alive. Driving down the road with the top down on a warm summer night, feeling the energy from the movie and the mood both Tina and I were in...we WERE on a mission. It was hard to describe, but I felt a poise come over me; like the spirit of the character I was pretending to be became part of me inside. That sounded stupid if you bothered to dissect it, but taken as a whole, it was a real feeling of boldness and daring I'd seldom ever had before. 

When I thought about it, I knew that those seeds were planted when I'd met Ann at Matt's house that perfect night on the basketball court in his back yard. And she'd been tending them since then, making them sprout and grow in the sunlight that was her beautiful soul. Even from so far away, I owed my budding confidence to Ann's overwhelming love and unconventional approach to our relationship. 

I smiled to myself when it occurred to me that Ann didn't really think outside the box as much as she thought WITH it; the wonderful wet one between her legs. If men could be categorized as thinking with the wrong head from time to time, she fell into that category for women. Yet, she seldom was wrong, like men can so often be, or like my ex had been. Ann was guided by the principle that if it turned her on, and it didn't hurt either of us individually, or our relationship, then it was a good decision. And I was finding that hard to argue with. In fact, even though we were physically farther away from each other than we'd ever been, I felt we were closer than ever. Ann was in the car with me as I drove...I was sure of it.

The movie itself was uneventful, at least as far as between Tina and me. We watched the movie. It was nothing like when Ann and I went to see 'Field of Dreams' our last night together. We behaved ourselves, content to snuggle a little as we sat there. I had my arm around her, and she had her head on my shoulder. That was it. We seemed to treat it like Ann had intended, a training session as part of the mission. And it was good entertainment.

The two hours we'd sat next to each other, in a rather intimate position in a darkened theater, did had an effect on the two of us though. Tina was horny, and it was no government secret between just the two of us; anyone who might be passing by as we drove down the highway could tell. Tina's hand was between her legs, which were spread abnormally wide so she could get her fingers past her holster to their intended target. Her other hand was on the camera as she playfully took pictures of me driving.

"Smile, James," she said as she snapped another photo.

"It looks like you've got your hands full there, Pussy."

"I have my hands full of pussy, if that's what you mean. Just trying to warm it up for you, stud."

"Warm it up? From what I can tell it's always been pretty hot to begin with."

"I don't know about always, but your right...it's very hot, and very wet right now. Are we close to the hotel, or am I going to have to make you pull over to fuck me now?"

"Stay focused, Pussy. We're on a mission. There could be danger around any corner. You know that...we just saw the training film."

"Fine, but you're in danger of me cumming all over this nice leather seat," Tina said, sticking out her bottom lip in a fake pout. She didn't say anything else, instead concentrating on fingering herself. It was a good thing I pulled into the parking lot of the hotel a couple of minutes later, or I might have had to pull over and fuck her...for MY sake. Her moaning was getting to me, even over the rush of the car as we drove with the top down.

~*~*~*~*~*~

The lobby was quiet, as you would expect at close to 10:30 at night. There was a different girl behind the desk instead of Tammy, which seemed logical. We'd never bothered to ask Tammy what her hours were. She had said she was off the clock, so I figured we'd catch up with her the next afternoon when we came back from the interview. At least, I hoped we would. There was no guarantee she was working the next day either. 

Getting in that late when I had such a big day ahead would normally have been a concern, especially since I had a horny Agent on my hands. But I was fortunate in that my interview didn't start until 10:00. I would be facing the hour drive from the hotel to where we would be going, but if we got on the road by 8:30, we'd have plenty of time to get there and find the place. Besides, I was too horny myself to worry about that at the moment. I knew the real Bond would do whatever it took to complete the mission. If fucking Tina had to be a part of that, I'd just have bite the bullet and do it. 

As we stood in front of the elevator, waiting for it to open. Tina hand her hand on my ass, trying to hold me closer than close. I had my hand around her shoulder, gently playing with her nipple through the thin lacy material of the top of her dress. 

"God you look hot," I said to Tina, who looked up at me and smiled.

"I feel hot. I'm starting to think this top is really see through... I can't believe how horny I've gotten from being stared at all night."

"Pussy, you'd get stared at no matter what you were wearing."

Tina grabbed my ass tighter. "And that's why she loves you...because you always know the right thing to say," she said, breaking character for just a moment, referring to Ann.

"Who?" I asked, trying to trap her.

But Tina was quick on her heels, and said, "Moneypenny, of course. Who did you think I meant?" 

The bell 'dinged', alerting us that the elevator car arrived at the lobby. Tina and I stepped forward a little, waiting for the door to open. When it finally did, Johnny came rushing out. He was looking at his pants, and he literally ran into me.

"Oh...sorry, Mr. Thomas. I didn't see you there."

Johnny was best described as disheveled. It looked like a football team had tackled him. His cloths were rumpled, and he was sweating buckets...his face red and his hair matted down. 

"It might help if you were actually looking, Johnny. Are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine."

Tina looked him up and down. "What have you been doing? Pushups in the elevator?"

"Uh...no. I was...I...I just got done unloading a bunch of luggage for one of the guests. Just a little winded, that's all. It was pretty strenuous."

"It looks like it. Look...just be careful. You could hurt yourself not looking where you're going like that," I said with a smile.

"Yes sir," he said, stumbling away like he was trying to escape. He took a couple of steps and stopped. We could tell he was thinking, and finally he turned as I held the elevator, waiting to see what he was doing. "Mr. Thomas, thanks for the tip. It was fantastic."

Tina and I cracked up. We got on the elevator and she practically jumped in my arms. "I think we know what he's been doing. So, tell me James...ever done it in an elevator?"

"No. I've killed a man in one, though. A couple, actually," I said, thinking of various Bond films where that happened.

"Well, maybe we'd better think of another place then. I wouldn't want you to get confused."

"You've got a point," I said as the door opened on our floor. I put her down and we walked to the end of the hallway to the door of the suite. I pulled out the key, and went to open the door, but found that it wasn't closed...the door was ajar against the frame. I winked at Tina, and reached into my coat, pulling out my gun. Following my lead, she reached between her legs and pulled out hers. It was an amazing sight as she flashed me her pussy as she removed her toy revolver from its holster. She winked back at me and nodded, gun in one hand, and Polaroid in the other. We went in to the suite like we were real agents, slow and careful, checking to make sure the coast was clear.

We could hear Tammy as soon as we were through the door. It sounded exactly like it had when we'd left. She was making the same moaning sounds as when we'd gone to the theater hours before. And even though we knew what was up, we still canvassed the front rooms to make sure they were secure before we made our way to the bedroom door, which was closed. It was silly, but it was also fun.

Tina gave me a hand signal, and I got ready to open the door so we could 'save the day'. I nodded that I understood, and she counted to three with her fingers. When she got to three, I turned the knob and we burst through the door with our guns pointed and ready. That was lost on Tammy, who was too busy cumming. She was naked on the bed, which looked well used. And her 'Antonio' was buried deep in her juicy snatch.

"Are you okay," I shouted over the noise of her orgasm.

Tammy opened her eyes, which went wild, shaking back and forth like she was in REM sleep mode.

"No...and yes...and no!" she screamed as she came.

Tina took a couple of pictures, which had Tammy stammering. Finally, she started to calm as she stopped fucking herself.

"Agent Nichols, are you okay?" Tina asked again, with a little laugh as she placed the camera and her gun on the elegant cherry desk against the wall next to the door.

Tammy looked at me and said, "If you came to save me, James, put away that little gun and get out that big one you have."

"What did you say, love?" I said, mocking like I misunderstood her.

"I said get out your big cock and get over here and fuck me again!"

I put away my gun and removed my jacket. "Again...I never..."

"I know you haven't, dammit! I just fucked Johnny to keep him quiet. Again, as in I need fucked again. I need a reward for doing my duty...so, you need to get over here and do yours. Isn't that what you do, James? Fuck every girl you set your eyes on, all for the glory of England?"

"What makes you say that?" I asked, grinning at her.

"That's what Ann...fuck! I knew I'd mess up! I meant...that's what KITTY said when she asked if I was willing to be a part of this mission."

"Wait a minute. You talked to...Kitty?" I said, not believing my ears. Of course, I should have believed her from the start. Ann did say that Tammy was a part of it in her letter, but I figured that only meant she had the boxes and the tickets for the movie. I never dreamed it was more than that. "How exactly did she get you to do this?" I asked.

"I'm not at liberty to say. It's classified," she said with a giggle. "But, there is a message on the phone for you...I think it's from Moneysworth."

"Moneypenny?" I said with a smile.

"Yeah, that's it. I knew it was Money...something."

"Oh my God...that woman of yours is good!" Tina laughed, referring again to Ann. 

I practically ran over to the desk and picked up the phone. The blinking red light was like a hot line, but knowing there was a message from Ann gave 'hot line' a whole new meaning to me. As I dialed, I looked over my shoulder to see Tammy...her beautiful naked body languishing sexily on the mattress as she waited for someone...anyone, to join her. Tina crawled onto the bed still in her dress, burying her face between Tammy's thighs. I picked up the camera and took a picture while I waited for my message to start. I thought of Ann as I watched the picture develop in front of my eyes. "She's going to love this," I said, smiling to myself. 

~*~*~*~*~*~

There were actually two messages waiting for me. The first one, true to her word, was from Ann. She was pretending to be Moneypenny, but didn't bother trying to formulate an accent. Instead, she just altered her voice a little, talking with a sultry inflection that was dripping with sexual overtones.

"Hello James. Moneypenny here. M has instructed me to inform you Agent Nichols has recently received the appropriate security clearance level, so she's no longer in a support position. She's been reassigned to a more active role in the mission, and she has agreed to work UNDER your direction. You may USE her as you see fit. James, I know it may seem ungentlemanly for you to kiss and tell; but I do hope you will make an exception for me. Or, you could always just show me yourself the next time we're together. Be careful, and good luck." 

I deleted the message, and went to the second one. I was stunned that it was another one from Ann. Only this time it was from...Ann.

"Hi Neil. It's me. Look, I'm kicking myself for doing this... I swore I was just going to set this up and let it happen, because I know you're smart enough to figure this out on your own...and I pray I'm not ruining this for you now. But when Tammy called, I figured I should call you. Then I left that message, and I know you must have a thousand questions going on in your mind. I know I would. I promise you baby...I'll answer all of them when the weekend is over and you're back home. But, just in case there are any questions right now about where this going...I want you to know I'm okay with this. Look, you don't have to do anything with Tammy...or with Tina, or with anyone else for that matter. It's up to you. But...I want you to go through this weekend thinking 'What would Bond do?' And I mean every part of this weekend, Neil. What would Bond do? Go into this interview like it really is a mission...and you're Bond. That's who you are this weekend...so, think about it, and do whatever he would do. And remember...I love you, no matter what you decide. Bye baby. I'll talk to you Sunday night." 

Ann's voice sounded soothing, and supportive, soaring with confidence as she spoke about me. It was like she was trying to build me up. And I quickly realized that's what it was. That's exactly what this was all about. I'd been worried about having the ability to do the job I was going to interview for, thinking I was under qualified. There were going to be who knows how many people that were going to be up for the job too, and I was caught up in my potential shortcomings instead of focusing on what I brought to the table. When I thought about it, Bond was often outmatched in some way, but he always used what he had to get the job done. It was the confident airs about him. Ann was trying to find a way for me to believe in myself, and she was using a character I loved to do it. "God I love her," I said to myself as I thought about Ann.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Comparing myself to Bond, I couldn't help but feel giddy. In my first sexual escapade with a 'Bond Girl', I was going to be with not one, but two of them. Bond usual had two per movie. Here I was, about to have two at a time. It was hard to imagine Bond in a threesome, actually. By nature, he was guarded, and used women to his own end. He would never allow himself to be compromised by having two against one in any situation that he could control. Then again, Bond never had two different agents working with him at the same time that were female. There seemed to always be a Bond Girl that was on the good side and another on the bad side. He'd might bed them both, but one at a time. Yet, I willing to bet that with his libido, if he had two Agents that were like the ones I had with me, he'd do what I was about to do. 

Tina was busy licking off fresh cum Johnny had left on Tammy's tits. Tammy had rolled toward her a little and cupped her hand on the back of Tina's head, pulling in harder to her chest. Tina took that as a cue, and bit lightly at Tammy's skin, which got a positive reaction. That reaction had Tina gnawing at Tammy's nipples a moment later and Tammy responded positively once again. It was sexual chemistry; naughty actions, followed by the heated reactions to them. It was also very sexy.

I eased between Tammy's legs, which opened wider when she felt my presence. Before I did anything though, I took a couple of pictures of the girls together. It took a moment for them to become comfortable, but I reminded them that I'd already taken one of them earlier. 

Tammy squirmed, excited about being captured by the lens. Tina quickly moved up as she pushed Tammy onto her back. Facing me, she moved her knees to the sides of Tammy's head and held her dripping pussy just inches above Tammy's mouth. "Make sure you get a picture of this for the file, James."

Lowering herself further, Tina ground her hips onto Tammy's face a little before pulling up. I wondered how Tammy would take it, since her body language showed uncertainty. But as Tina moved to give her some breathing room, Tammy was eagerly going down on her fellow Secret Agent while I took another picture. 

I put the camera aside and lifted Tammy's legs at her knees, pulling them up and spreading them wider. Her cunt was red and puffy. It was obvious that Johnny had worked it over pretty good. Or, it could have been from abusing herself with her new toy. Who knew how long she fucked herself before she eventually went and found him.

Playing with her, I held my cock with my hand and moved the tip up and down her slit, letting her feel the big head as it split her flesh. Tammy moaned into Tina's pussy, and she bucked her hips; the international sign of a woman that wants whatever it is that's toying with her pussy to be shoved inside. I bucked my own hips, shoving half my shaft into her cunt in one quick thrust. 

"Fuck! That got her attention...man her tongue just went deep inside me," Tina groaned as she moved her own hips, mashing her pussy onto the tongue that was licking it. I pulled back slightly, and thrust forward again, burying myself inside Tammy's tight little love hole. Tammy's back arched, making her tits jump up in front of us.

"Don't mind if I do," Tina said as she started pulling hard at Tammy's nipples. Tammy screamed into Tina's cunt.

"That got her attention, too," I said as I started to pump in and out with deep hard strokes.

We fucked like that for quite a while, until Tina said she wanted some cock of her own. I pulled out, and Tammy reluctantly moved to the other end of the bed and got on her back, while Tina got in front of me doggy style. As I entered her from behind, Tina lowered her head to Tammy's cunt and started eating her again. 




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 24



We fucked away like that for quite some time...although time was starting to seem suspended in a way. Tina had an incredible orgasm that shook her so hard my cock popped out for a moment. And Tammy had two from what Tina was doing to her. I knew she'd never eaten a woman before, but you wouldn't now it the way Tammy was reacting. I snapped a couple more pictures before Tammy decided it was her turn again.

This time, I waited while Tina got on her back, but instead of just flipping over, she spun around so that her head was under my crotch. Tammy got in a 69 with her, and lowered her head to Tina's cunt as I slipped my cock back into hers. It was so wet I bottomed out quicker than I expected, and my balls dragged across Tina's face. Not only didn't she mind, she started sucking on them while I fucked Tammy.

Tina started a chain reaction when she stopped sucking on me long enough to scream out to Tammy. "Fuck, I'm CUMMING! EAT ME. FUCKING EAT ME!"

That made Tammy groan and she bucked back into me, cumming in time with Tina. The two of them moaned and grunted as they gyrated the three of us around the huge king sized bed. I began to feel my own load ready to blast off. I wanted to make the whole experience last longer, but I knew it wasn't going to happen. And that was okay, since I had to get some sleep in order to function the next day. I quickened my pace, grabbing onto Tammy's hips and pulling her into me on every shove forward.

"I'm CUMMING!" I grunted to warn them, and I pulled out like a porn star and started jacking my cock. I aimed at Tammy's open gash, stretched wide from my thick prick. I started shooting warm ropes of white sperm as I groaned. The jets crashed up against Tammy's pussy, and then deflected and dripped down to Tina's open, waiting mouth, landing on her protruding tongue. 

"Ummmm" she moaned as she swallowed and then waited for more. 

Tammy was looking over her shoulder, and said "Hey, save some for me." She turned around and took my cock into her mouth, sucking the last remnants of my load from my loins. When she'd gotten all she could, she pushed me out of the way and looked down at Tina. 

"I want more!" she said as she started licking Tina's face, slurping up any excess cum that she could find. I picked up the camera again and took some more pictures until they'd cleaned each other up. 

As she felt the flash, Tina looked over toward me, a devilish grin on her face. "Having fun," she asked.

"I could ask you the same thing," I said as I laid moved back to watch. 

Tina and Tammy were fondling each other, teasing as the moved their mouths across the other's skin. They'd kiss lightly, not going for any major hot spot, but instead, trying to stimulate areas that might not normally get attention. Tammy was licking and kissing Tina's upper arm, and she gave me a little wink, letting me know she knew I was watching her.

As I watched, I marveled that Tammy was even in the room with us. Ann came to mind, and I thought of the message she'd left. "Tammy, what did...Moneypenny mean when she said that you had been 'recently' received your security clearance? Does that make any sense to you?"

"A little," she said, acting coy.

"Care to share that with me?"

"I'm not sure I can. I have orders to make sure the mission isn't compromised," she said with a laugh.

"Well, since you've been assigned to me, I'm ordering you to tell me."

"Ouch...okay. Well, I called...headquarters if you will, because this was going farther than I had originally thought it would...although to be fair, I asked up front when I was first contacted if this might happen, because, well...you are Bond. She said she didn't think so, but I should be prepared just in case so I would know how to handle it. I just didn't believe her. But once things got a little, shall we say...heated between me and Pussy, I called in to find out...well, what I could do."

"So, you called her?"

"Yeah...And she made me fax a picture of me to her."

"What? Why?"

"Wanted to make sure I was Bond girl material. When she called me back, she apologized. I understood though. Bond wouldn't fuck a someone that looks like a dog."

"No...just doggy style!" Tina said with a snort.

"I can't believe she did that," I said; bewildered that Ann would actually have someone send her a picture for some kind of confirmation.

"Actually, she wanted my license...she said I sounded young. I think she wanted to make sure I was really 22 like I said. And I didn't mind. It was part of the game...or whatever this is. I ended up sending her my license and a bigger picture."

"Hey, now that I think of it, we didn't get any pictures of you," Tina said.

"She's right. No fair!"

"I'm a spy. I'm not supposed to have my picture taken," I said with a smug laugh.

"Bullshit. I'm supposed to document this. You're not done," Tina said as she grabbed the camera from me.

"I've got to get some sleep, Pussy. I have a big day tomorrow."

"That's a load of crap. It's only midnight. You can fuck for a little while longer and still be ready in the morning. I'll drive tomorrow if I have to, so you can rest. Agent Nichols, suck that cock hard!"

Tammy leapt toward me, pushing me onto my back as she grabbed my shaft and stuffed it in her mouth. I had only softened a little, and in spite of my will to go to sleep, my other head thought for me. Sitting back onto the bed, I let Tammy suck me hard while Tina snapped pictures and watched them develop. Inspired by the camera, Tammy climbed up on my cock and started riding me, and Tina was directing her so that she could get better pictures for the erotic portfolio that she was creating. I was a mere prop for them to use, although Tina made sure to include more of me in the viewfinder besides just my cock. 

We weren't at it very long before Tammy came with a huge gush of hot steamy cum all over my cock. She collapsed on my chest, breathing hard as she held my stiff cock inside her warm, wet cunt. I bucked my hips, forcing myself deeper inside. Since they'd made up their mind that they needed pictures and wanted me to fuck them one more time, I was the mood to do just that. Fuck...hard. But Tammy was exhausted. It never dawned on me how much she and Johnny might have fucked while we were gone.

"No more, James. I can't take any more right now. You could kill a girl with this big thing," she said as slid off my cock and slowly stroked it with her soft hand.

"Then get off him and let me have it. Here, you can take the pictures now!" Tina snapped as she practically pulled Tammy off of my lap and planted herself my shaft.

Tammy was a little disoriented at first, but she finally got her bearings and started moving us around like a porn director; much more so than Tina did. She wanted us in a lot of various positions. It was more posing than it was fucking there for a while. But that only turned me on more, because I knew the pictures were going to end up with Ann eventually. 

For all the positions Tammy put us in, it was in the standard, good old missionary position when we found ourselves nearing our last intense orgasms of the night. Granted, it was a modified missionary position. Tina was bent onto her shoulders, and her feet were pinned by her ears, but I was able to see her eyes while I plowed deep into her cunt. She began chanting that she was about to cum, and begging me to cum with her. I was getting close anyway, and that spurred me on. 

"CUM WITH ME, JAMES! CUM IN MY MOUTH" Tina screamed out.

I pulled out, and Tina pulled herself up on her elbows as I moved my body up hers. Grabbing my cock greedily, Tina began furiously stroking my shaft like she'd been poisoned by an evil spy, and the contents in my cock contained some kind of antidote. 

Groaning as I came, I grabbed Tina by the hair and tilted her head. She smiled at my roughness, and begged me. "Give it to me, James...give me that cum!" Her mouth opened and her tongue extended as I started spurting. It wasn't as big a load as I normally shoot, because of that being the fourth time I'd cum that day, but it was enough for Tina, and more than enough for the camera. Tammy moved in and out like an action photographer, trying to get the best angle. 

When I'd finished, Tammy handed me the camera and said, "Here, James. Why don't you take some of me cleaning her up!"

Tammy licked the excess cum I'd shot off of Tina's face, then they shared a long, sexy kiss. Tammy scooted down Tina's small, hard body, and started eating her again. Tammy turned her body, her tongue never leaving Tina's cunt. Lifting her leg over Tina's torso, she lowered her own crotch over her new friend. They settled into another very erotic 69.

Normally, a guy would see something like that and would get hard in less than a minute. But I was pretty much wiped out. I took some pictures for a little while, but eventually put the camera aside and turned off the lights. That didn't stop the girls, but they weren't being that loud. They were making soft, gentle noises, mixed in with the occasional low moan. I crawled under the covers thankful that it was a very, very big bed. 

Time seemed to freeze in that moment. I drifted off, serenaded by the enchanting music that Tammy and Tina were creating together. My heads, both of them, were filled with dreams of waking up next to two beautiful naked women sharing the enormous adult playground that was that mattress with me, and wondering what the next morning might bring.



Ann: A Love Story Ch. 25



Not only did I not wake up in my dream where I'd left off the night before, I woke up a little disoriented from the phone ringing. 

"Hello," I said, answering in hopes of stopping the annoying noise it was making.

"Wake up call, Mr. Thomas. It's 7AM. Is there anything we can get you?" The sexy female voice on the other end of the phone was eager to please, but I knew instantly that it wasn't Tammy. 

"No thank you. Thanks for the call," I said with a groan.

"Very well, sir. Have a nice day."

I hung up, staring into the dark as I propped myself up on my elbows. Still disoriented, I tried to get my bearings. 

I'd hoped to find two naked babes in bed with me, engaged in some kind of sorted sexual behavior just as I'd left them the night before. Short of that, I'd at least expected to find one naked babe in bed with me, ready to engage in some kind of sorted sexual behavior with me. Instead, I woke up alone, and the only sorted sexual behavior I could consider would have been with myself. Even though I was hard as a rock and horny, I couldn't picture James Bond having to sink to a level where he'd have to make a play date with his hand.

I fell back onto the mattress, hoping to let my eyes adjust to the darkened room. They didn't have much time. The double doors burst open, flooding the room with sunlight from the open windows in the living room. Tina walked through with a silver tray carrying coffee and bagels. Knowing how to make a prefect entrance, she was wearing her new black heels, and nothing else. 

"Good morning, James. Did you sleep well?" she asked, still in character from our play acting the night before.

"Fine, I suppose. You?" 

"For what little sleep I got, yes. Here's some coffee and a bite to eat to get you going. I'm going to jump in the shower."

"Really, I was thinking about a different kind of jumping."

"If you're referring to me, you'll have to wait for that until after we complete our mission. We need to get going. It's already after 7 and we need to get on the road in an hour. I'll be out in a little bit so you can shower and get ready."

Tina didn't wait for me to ask any questions. She was in the bathroom, and the shower was running soon after the door closed. Resigned that she was right, I had some coffee and ate. I didn't like being on edge like that, as I found it hard to relax when I was erect. But I also wasn't going to cave in to the building pressure in my balls and jack off. Part of being a secret agent was enduring 'torture'. I'd just have to take the pain and suffering. Or, take a cold shower.

~*~*~*~*~*~

The suit that Ann had sent was amazing. I'd never been a 'suit' guy. I'd brought a sport coat and pants to wear, and I had a tie. But as I looked at myself in the mirror, I knew the jacket and tie look would have been a mistake. Ann certainly had a fashion sense, and not just for women. Not to sound conceited but I thought I looked fantastic as I checked myself out in the mirror. And that was a needed boost of confidence. I was heading into uncharted territory for me.

I'd never been on an actual interview before. Having gotten my job because my Dad was a Vice President in the company I'd always worked for, including my teenage years, there was no interview for the full time job I got when I got out of college. I needed a job; they hired me. In a town the size of the one I lived in, where everybody knows everybody, it was a pretty simple process. But going into an actual job interview, I'd totally underestimated the wardrobe factor.

Fortunately, Ann didn't. I don't know how she pulled it off, but I looked like James Bond on his finest day. Not tuxedo sharp, but definitely ZZ Top sharp dressed man sharp. 

As I walked out of the bathroom and headed toward the living quarters of the suite, I had and feeling of confidence wash over me I'd never felt before. I still wasn't a suit guy, but I could certainly see why wearing one could give you the feeling of power. 

I looked at Tina at the same time she eyed me as I walked into view. Her mouth dropped just like mine. Her red dress was spectacular. The fact that it was so skintight was the only reason that it even stayed on. Her magnificent boobs held the strapless top up, and the bottom came to mid thigh. She was about to strap on her holster, when she looked up to see me.

"You look gorgeous," I said, while she was saying, "Damn, you look hot!" We could have interchanged the sentences and they would have fit either way. We laughed at the fact we'd complimented each other at the same time, but it was true.

"Actually, you look hot!" I said, thinking her statement was better.

"And you look gorgeous. I think we better get going before I change my mind and we never get this mission started."

I took off my jacket long enough to put on my holster, and we headed to the car. I pulled Tina to me, grabbing her ass as I did. "Maybe it would be nice to do you in an elevator," I said, thinking of her comment from the day before.

Tina smiled and fondled my cock, which was pressed between us. "I'm game if you are." I wished we'd had the time to try.

~*~*~*~*~*~

We decided to drive with the top down, even though I had the interview. At first I'd lobbied against it, thinking it was a bad idea since I was actually pleased with how I looked, and I wanted to make a good impression. Tina asked why, and I mentioned my hair was the way I wanted it, and it didn't think it would recover from the trip. She laughed at my reasoning.

"I'm a hairdresser, James...remember? I think I can handle it." She didn't wait for an answer and lowered the top as she started the car.

It was nice that Tina drove. I was able to relax, and I didn't feel any less masculine because I was being driven by a beautiful girl. I'd seen Bond do it many times. He just made sure he was behind the wheel if there was any imminent danger about. And I loved the fact that I was still 'thinking' as Bond. Every move, every thought, was filtered through that lens, and it gave me a perspective that I'd never really appreciated even as a Bond fan.

It was a beautiful drive, and I remembered just how much I'd missed the mountains after moving away from the area all those years before. The character they gave to the skyline was amazing, and as we hit the peak of the one we needed to cross to begin our descent into the Shenandoah Valley, Tina's mouth opened.

"God...it's beautiful here," she said as she looked down on the countryside below. "Remind me to take a picture of this on the way back."

"Sure. Remind me to take advantage of you while you do," I said with a smile.

"You really are horny this morning, aren't you, James?"

"Yes, but that seems to happen when I ride around with a girl named Pussy. A man starts to crave it."

"Is that all you crave, James?" Tina said as she seductively licked her red full lips.

"That would depend. Is your middle name 'blowjob'?"

"Ha! Maybe...I'll tell you what. If we successfully complete this mission, I'll let you name my middle name anything you want."

"Why do we have to wait?" I asked as I put my hand on her thigh.

Tina slapped my hand away. "Behave, James. You need to focus right now. You've seen the training films. We each do our jobs, and after we're done, we get our reward. That's how it works. We're like dogs in heat, but we have to perform our tricks first."

"That's an interesting way to put it," I said, scratching my head as I thought about her odd analogy.

"It's true though. That's how they motivate us. We both know this is a stressful and dangerous job. There needs to be some kind of gold at the end of the rainbow for us to do what we do. And the best agents have our personality types. We're highly sexed. And that makes us better, because we have that intense edge to us. We can take a lot of intense physical abuse because we have that sexual energy that builds up inside us, waiting to be released."

"I've never thought of it that way." And I hadn't. But it actually sort of made sense.

"Well, now you know. So you'll just have to keep your gun in it's holster until we're done. Then you can pull it out and shoot on me or in me as many times as you can pull the trigger."

"You know, there ARE times where you see in the films that the agents have to release some of that tension before the end of the mission."

"Sure. And they usually end up captured in some way, or the girl ends up dead. So let's stick to the plan. I'll do what I have to do, you do your part...and then we'll meet up afterwards if we both make it through our part of the mission alive."

Tina was consistent, not only in putting me off, but also in her role-playing. She was really into being Pussy Galore. She hadn't slipped from character once that I could remember. Resigned that I wasn't going to get any immediate relief, I leaned back and enjoyed the panoramic views as we drove to our destination.

~*~*~*~*~*~

The map we were given at the travel agency was extremely accurate, and we pulled into the strip mall that housed the temporary headquarters of the new manufacturing facility. Still, for a moment I thought we were in the wrong place. Finally, Tina noticed the very small sign in one of the windows; there was no fanfare out front to indicate the place was even there. 

Tina said, "Man, you'd miss it if you weren't specifically looking for it." That made me wonder how many potential interviewees missed their appointments, or ended up being late because they couldn't find the place.

Tina had parked at the far end of the parking lot, away from the entrance to the office. She opened her purse, and got out a brush and a comb. "Turn your back to me, and slouch down a little," she said as she went to work on my head. In a couple of minutes, I looked light years better than what I thought was my best when I left the hotel.

"You are amazing," I said as I went to hug her.

"Not here. Someone may be looking. I'm your stepsister...remember our cover. Now, go win that job, James. What time am I picking you up?"

"They said four o'clock. It's supposed to go from ten to four."

"Okay, I'll be here a little before four, in case you get done early. Good Luck 007!"

I got out and Tina took off, camera at the ready to go explore the area for Ann. I took a deep breath and headed down the sidewalk. I reminded myself of who I was, and why I was there. And it wasn't Neil Thomas. I was James Bond, playing Neil Thomas. That actually gave me a little boost of adrenaline. I took another deep breath just before I opened the door, and walked in to see the cute receptionist sitting there.

"Hello. How can I help you?"

My thoughts ran to Ann, telling me to think like Bond. I tried to think about what he'd say.

"Actually, I was wondering about asking you that question, but I suppose that would be inappropriate. My name's Thomas. Neil Thomas."

She blushed a little, but she stood up and stuck out her hand. "I'm Carol. Pleased to meet you Mr. Thomas." 

"Please, call me Neil," I said as I took it and kissed the back of her hand, against my normal better judgement. It was something I never would have done as myself. But Bond, he would have done it. Well, he might have done it. It was risky, but Ann had orchestrated everything to this point for a reason. Something told me that this was her way of making me relax...and for whatever reason, it was working. 

Carol put other her hand over her larger than normal chest and said, "Oh...God" under her breath.

"I'm here for..."

Carol cut me off. "For your interview. Yes, we've been expecting you. Please have a seat, and I'll get Mr. Evans."

"And Mr. Evans would be?" I asked.

"My boss. He's the Vice President of the new plant, so everything you see here is his baby. I'm his Executive Secretary. At least I will be. Right now I do a little bit of everything."

"Everything, eh. So, you're saying you're his baby, too?"

"Ha! Hardly...not my type," Carol said, being more open than I thought she would be. And fromt he look on her face, she realized just how far over the line she may have stepped herself.

"Really. And just what would your type be?"

"Mr. Thomas..."

Carol was going to enlighten me, but when she said my name again, I jumped in and said, "I'm your type? That's interesting."

"I didn't say that."

"Sure you did, Carol. I asked what your type was, and you said 'Mr. Thomas'. But again, you can call me Neil."

"That's not what I meant. I was about to say something and you cut me off."

"So, I'm not your type then."

Carol smiled and said, "I thought I read in your file that you're engaged."

"Reading my file...that's interesting too. And yes, I am."

"And what would your fiancée say about what you're doing right now?"

"What am I doing?"

"Unless I'm mistaken, you're flirting with me. So, what would she say about that?"

I was at a point were I was in too deep to stop. When you play poker, you know that eventually you're going to get a hand at a crucial point that makes you make that tough, split second decision. The one where you either fold, or you bluff. I didn't know how to contact Ann if I'd wanted to. She'd never given me her numbers, for whatever reason. And it had worked for us to that point. But now I had to decide. I was either going to be Bond, or I was going to come clean. Thinking as Bond, there was really only one choice. So I bluffed.

I picked up the phone on her desk and said, "Let's find out. I'm not sure exactly what she'd say, but I have a pretty good idea. How do I get an outside line?"

Carol panicked and put her finger on the phone, cutting it off. "What are you doing?"

"Calling my fiancée. You wanted to know what she'd say, right?"

"Are you serious?"

"You don't think that's a good idea?"

"I'm not sure what to think," she said as she took the receiver from me and put it back in the cradle on the phone.

"Well, maybe you're right. It is pretty early in California. She might have been up late last night."

Carol stood there, just looking at me, trying to get a read. She was silent, almost like she was trying to build tension between us. But I didn't bite. Copying a move I'd seen Bond do a million times, I sat on the corner of her desk, trying to look cool and casual. I grabbed her left arm gently, and pulled her hand to mine. Playing with her fingers, I felt that there was no ring, engagement or wedding, as I looked her in the eyes. They were deep and very green, going perfectly against her long shiny brown hair.

"So, what's your type, Carol?"

Trying desperately to change the subject, she asked, "What kind of man hits on a woman when he's about to get married soon."

"The kind that's about to marry a woman so amazing that she not only accepts this kind of behavior, she encourages it."

"You're saying that she...what! She wants you to do this?"

"She's from California, Carol. She's a little more progressive in her thinking than you might be used to here. And I have to tell you, if she were here and she got a good look at you, I might not be the only one hitting on you."

"What? She's..." she said, but her voice trailed off, unable to say it.

I finished her thought, saying "Bisexual? Maybe...but I doubt it. I think it's more likely she's just Bi-curious. But I think you'd be the kind of woman that would get her excited enough for us to find out just how curious she really is."

Carol opened her mouth to say something, but could only grin. That and the twinkle in her eyes gave away her real reaction to our exchange. She wasn't upset, or embarrassed. She was intrigued. When she finally thought of a response, she was interrupted before she could say anything. A short, pudgy man with a very accentuated southern accent strolled up to the desk.

"Carol, is our interview here yet?"

"Uh, yes, Mr. Evans. This is Mr. Thomas. He's..."

"Well why is he still here? It's already well after ten. You know we have a tight time table on these interviews!"

I glanced at Carol's nameplate on the desk as I stood up and stuck out my hand. "Neil Thomas, Mr. Evans. And I apologize...it's my fault I kept Miss Shade from doing her job. I was trying to get the feel of a woman. I need a woman's perspective on the area. And Miss Shade is quite a woman...she seems to be the kind of girl my fiancée would really love to get to know very well. You have great taste, sir."

"What do you mean by that?" he said, pulling his pants up by his belt and sticking his stomach out a little in a huff. 

"You can tell a lot about a man by who he chooses to represent his company when they first walk in, or who they select as their personal secretary. If I may say so, you made a very smart choice sir. Like I said, you have great taste."

His demeanor changed, and he let down his guard. He grabbed my hand and gave me a strong handshake, which I returned. "Thank you, Neil. I'm sorry I got a little gruff there. I'm Andy Evans. And yes, Carol is a wonderful asset to the company."

"I can see that," I said as I looked down at Carol's long toned legs. Her short skirt giving me plenty to look at.

Evans didn't notice me gawking. He continued his rambling. "I don't know what I'd do without her, actually. Or course, she's not going to be at the front desk at the plant. We're rotating people here for now...we haven't hired the receptionist position yet. Carol usually works the mornings. Then she works under me in the afternoon." 

I smirked at Carol at his strange choice of words. "Interesting. I always wondered what it would be like to have a woman like Miss Shade working under me. I bet she's amazing," I said as I winked at her. 

"She is. She's on top of everything I give her to do."

I grinned wider as I glanced at Carol, whose eyes grew wide. She started to blush a little.

"I'm sure she is, sir," I said looking back at him.

"So you say you need a woman's perspective?"

"Yes Sir. I'm sure I'm putting the cart before the horse here. But if I'm going to come work here, I need to make sure this is a place where my fiancée would want to live. I want her to be at home and feel comfortable, and I'm a little concerned there might be a culture shock with her living in California the last 10 years. So, I need to get the ins and outs of a local woman and find out more about area."

Carol choked back a laugh, almost snorting. But her jaw dropped when Evans said, "That makes a lot of sense. I'm surprised more of the people we've interviewed haven't thought like that. I'll see what we can to do help you with that. In the meantime, let's get started." 

"Yes sir," I said as I gave Carol another wink as I walked away with Mr. Evans. 

She seemed shell shocked, standing frozen in place. I giggled to myself at the impact of what I'd done. I knew it wouldn't amount to anything at all, but Bond had a way of leaving women wanting. I hoped I'd done that with Carol. I assumed she wasn't married, or engaged, because she wasn't wearing a ring. Then I realized I'd never given one to Ann, and a chill ran through my body. 

I'd asked her to marry me in such a whirlwind rush I didn't have one to give her on that amazing night. And she flew back to the West Coast the next morning, so there wasn't a chance to get her one. I still felt I was right about Carol, but it did plant a little seed of doubt in my head. And I was kicking myself about Ann. "I can't believe you haven't done anything about getting her a ring. God...what a dumbass!" I said to myself as Evans took me into a conference room.

All of those thoughts went away when Evans introduced me to Mr. White.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Jim White was the HR director, and I spent the next hour with him in an interview that could best be described as thorough and invasive. It was far more personal than I had expected. But I had the right mindset, and I was brimming with confidence. My answers came quick and easy. I was engaged in the process, and I felt I came across as knowledgeable, intelligent and good humored. I had him laughing off and on throughout the meeting, and the hour passed quickly. 




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 25



When we'd finished, he introduced me to a hired consultant named Mr. Jensen, who made it a point to not tell me his first name. I could tell it was a decision he made to try and make me uncomfortable. In fact, that seemed to be the entire purpose of his being. He interviewed me for a half-hour, and he seemed to spend the entire time being a dick. He'd ask inane questions and tried to agitate me when I gave him polite, thought out answers. Finally, he stopped and left abruptly, leaving me alone in a room for 10 minutes while I sat patiently and stared at the empty white wall facing me. 

Jensen returned, handing me a personality profile to complete, telling me I had an hour, but asking me for my watch before he left. I knew better than to even look for a clock. "Why else would he take the watch?" I thought to myself. There wasn't going to be one. 

It was a grueling 'test' where I had to answer about two hundred questions about myself. The idea was to determine my 'management style', which is a polite way of finding out if I was a prick or a people pleaser. Staying in character, I checked answers that made sense for Bond. Most would have been my answers anyway, but there were several where I answered more as Bond than as Neil. But they came to me confidently, and I didn't worry about it. 

I got through all the questions before the hour was up, and I put the pen down on the table. Almost immediately, Jensen walked through the door. I wondered how he could have timed that so perfectly. It seemed way too coincidental. I casually glanced around the room, and noticed that the small mirror that I had seen when I first walked in was one of the two-way variety. He had been watching me the entire time. As an 'Agent', I kicked myself for not being more attentive, and vowed I wouldn't be so careless again. 

"Finished?" he asked with his deep voice. 

Making a quick decision, I said, "You already know the answer to that, Mr. Jensen. You've been watching me the entire time. Tell me, which is more important? How I answered the questions, or how I acted while I was answering the questions? Which is the REAL test?"

Jensen grinned. "Very perceptive, Mr. Thomas. You're the first person to figure that out."

"Well, unless you want them to know in the future, you might want to wait a little bit before coming into the room."

"Actually, I do that deliberately to see if they figure it out. That's also part of the profile study. And to answer your question, I look at both how you answer the questions, and how you act while you're doing it. The two go hand in hand."

"Interesting. I hope I didn't disappoint." 

"Well, I don't know how you answered yet, but you passed the visual test with flying colors. Tell me, is my coming into the room so fast what gave me away?"

"No. It just confirmed it. You also might want to move a little less behind the mirror," I said, bluffing on that part, but he bit.

"I thought I was still. You never showed your hand that you knew I was watching."

"Why would I show my hand when you're going to such great lengths to hide yours?"

He smiled again and said, "Well said."

"What's next?' I asked.

"We'll take you to lunch, then you'll need to go for a physical and a drug test. Then there will be a couple more interviews."

"A physical and a drug test, then more interviews? Isn't that a little backwards?"

"Not necessarily. We do the clinic work since we brought you all the way out here. We can't do that after you leave. Is there a problem?"

"No...just seemed backwards. I figured you'd do all the interviews, then send me for the other stuff on my way out of town."

"We've had a couple of people skip out. Obviously the drug test was a problem for them. We don't want to waste the time of the other people who you'll interview with if you're going to run away."

I nodded. I could see they'd learned from their mistakes. Paying for drug tests and physicals had to be expensive. But so was flying people across the country to interview. This was a company that wasn't taking any chances, and that made me feel good about them. I did find it funny that Ann had used drugs as one of the things this 'illegal' company was involved in, and I had to go be tested. But in my Bond mind, it was the perfect way for them to cover for themselves. I was really enjoying myself, pretending to be Bond, even while I was actually interviewing for a real job. It certainly took some of the stress out of the process.

Mr. Jensen and I walked out of the room, to the front area of the offices. We stood there for a couple of minutes, when Evans and Carol came out of his office. She had her purse and her keys, and a big smile on her face.

"How'd it go, Roger?"

"Very good Andy. Neil figured out the mirror."

"Wow! That's a first, isn't it?"

"Absolutely. I'll check his answers while you take him to lunch."

"Actually, I've had a change of heart on that. Neil wanted a woman to give him some insights about the area, and I thought that was a good idea. This is a move for him and his fiancée, and they need to be comfortable with it. I've asked Carol to take my place. She can take my slot in the interview process. I trust her judgement...and he's still got the meet with Jeff and Pete. We should be fine."

"Well, I'm not sure that's so wise. Miss Shade hasn't been trained to interview."

"She can handle it Jensen. She's got a great feel for people, and that's really what this is all about. She and I've already talked about this. You go do your nerd work. I'll trust her judgement over what some psychoanalysis mumbo jumbo says any day of the week and twice on Sunday."

I was a little surprised that Evans was dressing down Jensen in front of me, but he was sticking up for Carol and his decision. I admired that. I also was very surprised that he was giving up an opportunity to grill me in an interview. Turning that over to Carol could either have been a big advantage to me, or I was going to be the guinea pig on the bad end of a poorly conceived experiment. Looking at Carol, though, it was hard to imagine she was the bad side.

I put out my elbow, and said, "Shall we go?"

Carol placed her well-manicured hand inside my arm. "I'd be happy to."

We walked out to Carol's car, and I laughed as she went to hit the fob to open the doors.

"What's so funny?"

"Mine's red," I said, looking at her new white Nissan 300 ZX, the same model as mine.

"Your what is red?" she said with an arched eyebrow.

"My Nissan. Do you like yours?"

"I love it. I just wasn't sure if you were talking about the car, or something else."

"No...that would be either white, or purple, depending on the circumstances."

"And what color is it now?"

"In between. There are lots of shades, Miss Shade. Just like you with your blushing."

"I'm not used to someone coming on to me as strong as you seem to be."

"I'm not coming on to you. I'm just talking. You can perceive it anyway you want to."

"Right. It's all on me," Carol said as I opened the door for her and she got in. We headed off, and she was silent. Surprisingly silent. I wasn't sure if she was nervous or pissed. I was trying to think of what to say to break the growing tension, when she finally blurted out, "YES!"

"Yes, what?" I said, confused.

"You're my type. I can't believe I just told you that. I'm so stupid for falling for you're whole line of bullshit."

"Carol, look...I'm..."

"Don't you dare apologize. That'll only piss me off more."

"Why are you pissed? And who are you pissed at?"

"I'm pissed at myself. I can't believe I'm even doing this. I don't even know why I talked Evans into letting me take you to lunch. I don't even know you. Here you are, some strange guy from the Midwest, and I'm driving down the road with you in my car telling you that you're my type. What the hell is wrong with me?"

"First of all, I prefer to think of myself as a stranger to you. Not 'strange'." 

Carol cracked a smile and said, "Sorry."

"It's okay. I just wanted to clarify. I don't want to be categorized incorrectly when I'm trying to get a job. Especially now that you're one of the interviewers."

"Yeah, that's a joke. I'm not sure Mr. Evans takes me seriously."

"Sure he does. He never blinked when I told him what a great choice he made in hiring you. He knows he's got a gem."

"You really think so?"

"Absolutely. Why would I lie?"

"To get a job," she said with a smile

"Carol, I didn't know when I started talking to you this morning that you would be the one taking me to lunch instead of Evans. Frankly, I didn't know anyone would take me to lunch. I've never done this before."

"Done what...flirted with a woman?"

"No...I've done that before."

"Really? You could have fooled me," she said sarcastically.

"No...seriously. I've done that a lot. I know I may seem like I'm new at it, but I do know how to flirt," I said, making her laugh. "I've never had an interview like this before. Now, as I was saying, everything I've said, I've meant. It's all the truth. There's no sense in lying, because it can only bite me in the ass."

"So, everything's true. Even your fiancée thinking about women, and being okay with you're trying to pick up women?"

"Well, that's a subject she and I have danced around. I really don't know, but she brought it up. And I'm not sure you're her 'type', but only because I don't know if she knows what her type would be when it comes to women. I get the impression that she'd leave that up to me. So, naturally, that would include you." 

"And why would that include me? I'm not bisexual."

"Because you're just as Bi-curious as Ann is, and because I find you attractive. As for trying to pick you up, that really wasn't what I intended. I was flirting. But, if you must know...yeah, we have an unusual relationship. I'm not saying she'd be jumping up and down, excited. But, it's in character with what she set up this weekend."

"What does that mean?" she asked.

"It's a really long story," I said.

"Do you really think I'm attractive?"

"Yes, I do. Of course, it could seem that you're vain too, based on your question. But I'm not saying for sure, since you are the one interviewing me right now."

Carol blushed again as she pulled the Nissan into a steak house parking lot.

"The have a great buffet here. You'll love it," She said, bouncing out of the car in excitement.

~*~*~*~*~*~

The lunch was fantastic, and the company was scintillating. Carol was engaging, but a little guarded about her personal life. I learned a lot about the area, though, and I knew that she and Ann would likely hit if off if given the opportunity. Not necessarily from a sexual standpoint...that was a complete unknown, and I was sure Ann was just thinking about it. Actually being with another woman was something different entirely.

Carol and I spent a lot of time flirting, and it wasn't just me. While she wasn't talking about herself, Carol had at least loosened up. The beer might have had something to do with it. I was surprised she ordered one. I didn't, knowing I had a physical and a drug test to take. But she was feeling good, and she gave me the impression she was thinking about feeling better. 

My flirting was verbal. Most of Carol's was more of the physical variety. She loved to touch...herself, and me. She'd stroke her face, or move her body to accentuate a situation. And her green eyes were amazing. They gave off all kinds of signals. She was also big on touching my hand or my arm lightly, on the pretense of making some point that I didn't really care about. 

As our conversation grew bolder, so did she. Her shoe had 'innocently' come off midway during the lunch, and she was using it to her advantage. She was just rubbing it every so often against one or the other of my calves. I wasn't complaining, but I was becoming as uncomfortable as my cock. She could tell by the way that I was trying to adjust myself in my seat, and teased me about it. 

"Cramped, are we?"

"Well, there's very little room there to begin with."

"Bragging?" she said as she arched her eyebrow again.

"No. Just trying to be honest in my interview."

"Sounds like bragging to me."

"There's no sense in bragging. Again, I have nothing to gain by lying."

"Sure you do. You're trying to get into my pants."

"No...I'm just talking. How you decide to respond is really up to you. Plus, you're not wearing pants, Carol. And if you were like my fiancée, you wouldn't be wearing panties, either."

"So, she's kinky, is she?"

"She can be. But in this case, she'd say it was being practical. I don't wear underwear a lot of the time for the same reason. It just gets in the way."

"Interesting. How about now?"

"I'd really be hurting if I was. It's looking like a smarter choice all the time."

"Seems a little risky to me."

"It is. That's the fun of it. Haven't you ever done something like that with your boyfriend?"

Carol's expression changed. I hit a nerve I didn't know was exposed. She took a deep breath and said, "I'd rather not talk about my personal life."

I'm not sure how, but I knew right away. Maybe there's some kind of connection that happens between people who've been in the same situation. They know, without knowing how they know, but it's there. And the bond between those who've survived the same storms in life is strong. 

"I'm divorced too, Carol," I said, staring into her eyes.

"What? How..." she said, stunned at my revelation.

"My ex fucked around on me, several times. It was ugly, and painful, and I went through what seemed like an eternity being depressed. It took me over fifteen months to get my life back on track. And that happened just a month or so ago. I've just gotten back to being me again."

Carol gave me a why smile. "Mine's been final for over a year...and I still have trouble thinking about dating."

"I did too. That's why I started out just fucking."

Carol laughed, until she saw that I was serious. "What, you just went around fucking to fuck?"

"Well, it wasn't as creepy as you make it sound, but yeah, I fucked to fuck. But unlike my ex, I only fucked girls where no one would get hurt in the process. I didn't start to heal until I finally accepted that it was okay to move on, and sex was the biggest part of that."

"You make it sound so simple. I wouldn't know where to start!"

"I started by finding someone my type," I kidded, a huge impish grin on my face.

Carol smiled back at me, but she didn't say anything at first. She was thinking intently. I wasn't sure at the time, by my gut told me she was trying to work up her courage. That surprised me, since I had just been flirting. I really wasn't trying to get into her pants...or her skirt. I was flirting more as Bond would do, but my goal was to be clever and funny.

We ate for a little bit, and I wondered if the playful mood had been killed when I accidentally opened the old wound of her own failed marriage. Left to my own thoughts, mine turned to Dawn, who helped me heal while I helped her. I began the process kicking myself for not being more cautious with Carol. I thought if I had done things even a little differently, maybe I wouldn't have picked the scab on a wound that was obviously still fresh to her, even after a year.

Carol was playing with her food as much as she was eating it. Looking up from her plate, she gave me a sweet smile. I smiled back, but said nothing. I didn't know what to say after where I'd left the conversation. In my head, it was her turn. If she wanted to talk business, that was fine with me. I'd said all I was going to say in the flirting department. I didn't want to risk hurting her any more than I felt I already had. Carol put her fork down and wiped her mouth with her napkin, and then set it on the booth seat beside her. 

"Neil, were you serious?"

"Yes. About what?"

She tilted her head a little and gave me a playful sneer. "Come on. Really, were you serious?"

"Yes, Carol. I've been serious about everything I've said. But about what specifically?"

"About Ann. It's Ann, right?"

"Yes. It's Ann. What about her?"

"Do you think she'd really like me?"

"I know she'd like you. What's not to like? You're great."

"I mean...sexually? Do you think she'd really want to...with me?"

"Well, I'm not sure. I'd like to think so. She'd do it if I told her to."

"What's that supposed to mean? You'd force her?"

"No. Definitely not. Look Carol, I'm sorry...I shouldn't have said anything. It's hard to explain. It's...just a little complicated." 

"Give me the short version," she said, cradling her beautiful face in her hands as she put her elbows on the table. Her foot resumed it's wandering up and down my lower leg, and the sparkle returned to her eyes.

She was back in a good mood, and I didn't want to give her cause to swing back the other direction. So, I gave Carol the short version she asked for, attempting to describe my relationship with Ann. Carol listened intently, and asked questions. I had to include Tina in the discussion, since Carol was in charge of making all of my original travel arrangements...she knew I wasn't alone. I did my best to answer them. I even circled around to what I'd asked earlier, but made sure I was more careful.

"I was trying to ask you if you had ever played games," I said, as I opened my coat and showed her the holster.

Her eyes flew open, and a panicked look came over her.

"Relax, Carol. It's a toy. Ann came up with this idea that I needed to be bold in order to put my best foot forward for the job. She knew I'd never been through an interview before. And she's got this very active imagination that really excites me. I'm wearing this because I'm supposed to be James Bond."

"James Bond?"

"Yes. She knows I love the movies. And she has this way of doing things that...well. Anyway, I'm Bond. That's why I acted the way I acted when I met you. I'm supposed to be 'thinking' like Bond this weekend. And frankly...it's working. I don't think I get past Jensen if I'm just being myself. He was a real prick."

"Wait. So, you're saying that all the flirting wasn't you?"

"No...it was. I'm just channeling his character. It's still me playing the part. I may feel more confident, and I certainly took a risk I would never have thought to take when I met you...but that didn't mean what I said wasn't me. That would be a cop out, wouldn't it?"

"I suppose."

"You suppose? Look, it's not like I if I don't get the job, I can blame it on pretending to be Bond and ask for a do over. Whatever happens, happens, and at the end of the day, I have to take responsibility for it." 

"I guess you're right. And you know...that explains a lot. But I guess that it also means I'm just a Bond girl to you."

"Truthfully, yeah, I suppose you were at the start. I'm not so sure right now. I'm obviously not that good at being like Bond."

"What makes you say that?" she asked, her foot going farther up my leg, stopping at my knee.

"I've gotten too personal with you, so I've compromised myself and the mission."

"But really...that whole thing at the beginning was you 'trying' to be Bond?" she asked. 

"Not in my mind. I'm just saying that as Bond, I got too close to you. Not that that's bad...it's just not Bond."

"So you're disappointed in your portrayal of Bond...because you got too close. Or is it because yet you didn't get the girl?"

"He doesn't get EVERY girl."

"Maybe it just seems that way...huh. Okay James, I'll play along" she said playfully, "I have a couple of questions."

I laughed. "Sure, go ahead."

"First of all, who am I then?"

"What do you mean?"

"If you're James Bond, then I'm obviously a Bond girl in your eyes. So, who am I? Pussy Galore, I suppose?"

I laughed. "No. That's would be Tina."




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 25



"I'm actually relieved. That's really not me."

"Not you, huh? That must mean YOU know who you are. So, you tell me."

"Well, really...it's all in the name, isn't it. I always liked Honey Rider, since it was the first one. But that doesn't fit me either. And it has to be a good name."

"Octopussy?"

"NO! That was a stupid movie. So was the next one. I'm so glad they changed actors...that guy was too old to be playing Bond anymore," she said, surprising me.

"So..."

"I'm thinking Dr. Holly Goodhead," Carol said with a wink. Her knowledge of Bond was impressive. Her choice of a moniker was intriguing.

"So, that one fits?" I asked.

"I don't know. But I can tell you'd like to find that out, wouldn't you...JAMES!" Carol moved her foot directly to my cock, touching it for the first time. "Wow. You weren't kidding, were you?"

"No. So...what's your other question?"

"I was wondering, IF something were to happen here...and that's a really big if, by the way; and IF you were to be fortunate enough to get a job with us, and that's another big if...then what happens?"

"What do you mean, what happens?"

"Between us. We'd be working together, in the same plant. What about that?"

"You don't think that people can have sex and be friends?"

"It's unlikely, don't you think. And I'm not going anywhere. I need my job."

"To answer your question...I don't have an answer. You'd have to decide if you can handle that."

"What about you. Can you handle it?"

"Yes."

"You say that pretty confidently. Aren't you worried about what you're future wife might think?"

"She's a part of this. The fact that you're the one taking me to lunch and not your boss is in part because of Ann. She's the one that suggested I act like this. If she didn't do that, you'd be Evans, and I'd be grossed out by his foot in my lap."

Carol laughed, and then she took a deep breath and said, "So, ultimately, it's really up to me."

"Isn't usually up to the woman? My charm can only take this so far."

"I thought you were Bond. Doesn't he just take women that he wants? You know, forcing himself on them."

"He used to. But it's the 80's. And I don't think that's wise in this circumstance anyway. But I've thought about it," I said, winking at Carol.

Carol's face softened, and a smile creeped onto it, changing the mood of the room because of it's brilliance. "You're charm gets you farther than you think it does, James," she said as she excused herself to go to the bathroom. I watched her nice ass shift back and forth in her tight little skirt as she strutted off.

~*~*~*~*~*~

"You know, you were right earlier," Carol said as we walked across the parking lot of the local hospital.

"About what?" I asked.

"I have more influence with the company than most people know. Andy...Mr. Evans, loves my legs...and now...well, I have his ear."

"You have his ear because of your legs?"

"No...it's more complicated than that."

"I figured. I don't suppose you'd tell me why that is."

"No...but the point is, I think could tell him to hire the Manson family, and he'd do it. I can virtually guarantee you'll get hired...and at a salary I would negotiate for you, since I put together the actual proposals."

"And you're telling me this because..."

"I'm intrigued about the idea."

"Idea? Idea of what?"

"Being with you...and Ann."

"Well, we're a long way away from that. I haven't even finished the interviews...let alone get hired."

"Why do you think I'm telling you about my influence, silly?"

"That's a tempting offer. Of course, you have me at a disadvantage. It's not like I can call Ann from here and ask her."

"I believe you made it clear before that if you tell her to, she'd do it. I'm counting on your ability to keep your word," Carol said, opening her delicate hand and letting her underwear dangle on her finger in front of me before stuffing them in the pocket of my suit jacket. "I can see why your fiancée likes to go without panties. This is a huge turn on."

"It's a turn on for the guy, too."

"Do you mean you not wearing anything underneath, or me?"

"I was talking about you...but both to be honest."

"I may have to do this more often," she said looking up at me with a little wink.

~*~*~*~*~*~

I was sitting in a sterile white examination room on the fourth floor of the hospital. It seemed a lot like the conference room I was in hours before, and I wondered if I was being watched through the mirror on the wall. I was told by the nurse to go into the bathroom and strip. I put on the ridiculous excuse of a robe, leaving all my other things in the closet. The nurse had asked me to fill a urine sample jar before I stepped into the bathroom, and she was waiting for me when I walked out. Taking the jar to do the security seal, she said, "Hop on the table, Mr. Thomas. Someone will be with you in a moment to do your exam." 

She stepped out of the room, leaving me there alone. I could hear talking in the hallway, and it kind of sounded like someone was talking to Carol, but I wasn't sure. The mumbling came through the walls like Charlie Brown's teacher. The wait was just like any other in a Doctor's office situation...long and needless. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, a different nurse came in. I was expecting a Doctor, and she seemed to know it.

"Relax, Mr. Thomas. My name is Nurse Roland, but you can call me Martina. I'll be handling your physical today."

She was an attractive redhead, but I'd glossed over that at first, thinking about how vulnerable I felt, and the initial shock that a woman would be examining me. She had no tan to draw out my inner desire, like Denise, the maid at the hotel in Ann Arbor. Her skin was pale, and freckled...and smooth. Yet while she wasn't generally my cup of tea, I saw her beauty, even in the wrinkles around her deep blue eyes. Her makeup was heavy, and her white nurses' uniform was tighter than most I'd seen. She wore pants instead of a skirt, but that only showed her shapely form better. 

But for all that was stirring inside me, it was simply the overflow caused by Carol, and her revelation that she'd taken off her panties and given them to me. I wondered if she was just playing the game, and doing a better job of it than I suddenly was. If she was calling my bluff, I was going to lose. I had no intention of actually doing anything with her.

Martina was all clinical business. I was weighed, had my pulse and blood pressure checked, followed by heart and lung readings with the stethoscope. She did a couple of reflex tests, then drew three vials of blood for blood work to be done. After that, Martina checked my eyes and my hearing, making dubious notes on the chart she was creating.

"Okay, take off the robe please. We have just a couple more things to do."

"I'm sorry...what did you say?" I asked, shocked that I had to get totally naked for her. It seemed way out of normal protocol.

"Relax, Mr. Thomas. I'm a big girl...and I do this every day. You don't have anything I haven't seen before. Let's go, take off the robe."

I went ahead and did what I was told, and sat not so proudly back down on the table, exposing my half-hard cock. Martina was putting on a rubber glove, and she smiled almost wistfully as she stared at my shaft and balls.

"I thought you said you'd seen everything before?" I said, taking note of her blatant stare.

"I have sweetie," she said with a soft southern drawl. "But that doesn't mean that some aren't way more impressive than others. And yours is very impressive."

"Oh...well, thanks I guess," I said, trying not to show too much emotion.

"Don't thank me yet. Roll over on your side, I need to check your prostate," she said as she slipped on a rubber glove and lubed up her finger.

I'd had that done before, but never by a woman, and never by one that reached over and started fondling my balls with her non gloved hand at the same time. I moved a little, and Martina said, "Relax. I know this is unusual, but let me show you something."

She started massaging my prostate with her finger, and the stimulation she was giving my balls made me harder than I'd ever been before. I was so hard it actually hurt a little, but in a good way. Martina finally pulled her finger out of my ass and removed the glove, then put another one on.

"Stand up, sweetie. One more invasion of your manhood and we're done."

I stood up, and she stuck her finger in that awful place under my scrotum, digging it in. "Turn your head and cough for me, please." I did that twice and when she finished, she removed her glove and had me lie back down on the exam table, but still unclothed. She finished filling out the paperwork and walked over and put in on the table before returning to me with a tube of something. 

"Okay. Just lay there and relax for a minute," she said as she put on one more glove and opened the tube. The squeezed a generous portion of clear goop onto the fingers of her gloved hand, and smiled at me.

"What is that?" I asked as she started applying it all over my cock and balls.

"Don't worry. Just enjoy this for a moment. I have one more fluid sample I need to collect." 

I thought at that moment she was going to masturbate me until I came. The slick gel she was applying began to get warm. Not hot, but nice and warm. And then it started to make my skin tingle in the most amazing, wonderful way. The veins in my shaft seemed to expand and my cock felt like it was pounding. I looked, and it had never been bigger or more violent looking. It was almost a menacing weapon. 

"Very impressive. You have a very nice cock, Mr. Thomas."

"Uh...thanks again. What the hell did you just put on me?"

"It's a stimulation cream. It makes you harder and it increases the sensations on your skin. It's amazing on the clit, or nipples, or the ass...wherever you put it. It also acts as a lube. It's totally safe, and the effects wear off in an hour or so. In the meantime, you'll feel things you've never felt before. Let it take effect for a minute, and I'll be right back."

Martina took off her glove and grabbed the vials and my chart and headed out. I laid there and stared at the ceiling, feeling the tingling run from my balls to the tip of my cock. It also felt like it was spreading to places she never touched. It was probably in my head, but the sensations were incredible.

A couple of minutes later, the door opened. It never occurred to me that I wasn't covered, and there was little I could do about it at that point anyway. My robe was in a chair 5 feet away. I was relieved when Martina walked back in, but then stunned when I saw Carol walk in behind her. Martina quickly closed the door and took Carol by the hand and walked her in front of me.

Carol was wide eyed, and couldn't take them off my rigid pole, which was angrily throbbing as it pointed north. 

"Fuck, Martina! That thing is huge!"

"God Tina...you do know he's right there, don't you?" Martina laughed.

"What?"

"He's lying right underneath it...you know; it's attached to him. He can hear you. It's not like his cock is just levitating there."

Carol looked at me for a moment and blushed, but the smile on her face was masked by the lust etched across it. My prick bobbed, and her eyes were drawn to it like a predator to moving prey. 

Martina nudged Carol's shoulder and said, "Are you sure about this, hon?"

"I am now," she said as she removed her Navy blazer, leaving her blouse and Navy skirt on. 

"Okay...well, you two are all set. Like I said before, Carol, if you ride him, lean forward and let your clit drag across his cock. As big as he is, it shouldn't be hard to expose it, and you'll get the benefit of the cream too. If you two want a different position, then I would suggest you let him take you from behind so he drives up into you and you'll still get the same effect. And if you really think you must, you can blow him. It won't dilute the effect on either of you, although you're mouth may tingle for a while. But it won't hurt you, and it actually tastes like cherry."

"Wow. Okay. Well, thanks Martina. I owe you."

"Yes you do. You've got the room for 45 minutes. Then I have to clean it up for the next exam. And try to keep it down. Bite into the little pillow if you have to. I'll lock the door on the way out." Turning to me, Martina said, "Nice to meet you, Mr. Thomas. Good luck on the job, although I think you're about to seal that deal. You can leave my sperm sample inside Carol. She's on the pill. Enjoy yourself."

"Thank you," I said, not knowing what else to say. Martina locked the door, and shut it behind her on the way out.

Carol grinned as she reached under her skirt and played with her pussy. I couldn't see it, because she was being very careful to hide herself. It was part of her game. I was totally naked, and she, in appearance, was totally clothed.

"So, James...what do you say?"

It was an interesting question. One that I didn't really understand...if it was just a game, it was an inspired one. But I had the feeling that Carol did have enough influence to steer Evans in any direction her skirt blew. And if that were true, I might just secure a job for us. It seemed like a worthwhile risk...and I'd get laid to boot. 

But I was fighting, not wanting to make a major decision with the wrong head. "What would Neil do?" I asked myself...thinking out of character for the first time all day. I was beginning to have second thoughts about the whole thing. Not so much the sex part. It was the offer itself. Something was eating at me, and even though I couldn't put my finger on it. But I knew what the answer had to be.

"I'm going to have to say no," I said as I started to get up.

Carol's mouth dropped open, and she put her hand on my chest as she glanced down at my chiseled pillar extending from my crotch. I really did need to get relief. The ointment that Martina had put on it made me harder than I'd ever been before, and I could smell Carol's sex as it filled my nostrils. But I fought the urge to cave to her demands. I moved Carol to the side and walked past her toward the bathroom.

"Are...are you...sure?"

"I'm really sorry. I know I started this, and I've been leading you on. But there's something's not right about this, Carol. I'm not sure what it is. Maybe it's the feeling that you want me to let Ann be with you. I'm really not sure how she'd feel without being here, or talking to her before I make that kind of decision," I said as I reached for the door. 

Carol grabbed my arm, and then my cock. The desperate look on her face betrayed her. It was an expression I'd seen before...all too often. 

It was like looking in a mirror, as I saw an image of myself reflected in her eyes. It was like I was staring at 'me' from months before, hoping and praying to find someone to accept me and end my sexual misery. The same 'me' that walked into Mark's place and fell in lust with Dawn. Dawn was the answer to my wet dreams, and I craved to be with her, no matter how much I had tried to pretend to be cool that first time we'd met. 

Carol's face contorted, twisting into an odd mixture of lust and desperation. She wanted the cock she was now stroking, and she clung to it like a branch on a cliff. "I was just hoping..."

Carol stood there, in need of rescuing. And I went from thoughts of Dawn, to Ann, and what she'd said to me in her message the night before. I was "Bond' for the weekend. Something still didn't seem right in my 'Neil' mind, but it had nothing to do with Ann. It was something else, hanging out there, gnawing at me. 

But also gnawing at me was the look of despair in her eyes. As I got lost in those deep, soulful eyes, I wondered "What would Bond do?" And the answer was, Bond would rescue a woman in despair.

I grabbed Carol and pulled her too me, kissing her deeply. Her hands instinctively moved to hug me, grabbing my tight ass. I ground my cock into her, letting her feel the hardness against her abdomen. Just as abruptly, I pushed away, holding Carol at arms length. Her eyes batted, and she bit her lip.

Dropping to her knees, Carol engulfed my shaft in her mouth. I knew in moments that she'd chosen the perfect Bond girl name. She might have even earned a doctorate in sucking cock, the way she was attacking it. It was clear she wanted to make an impression, and not give me any reason to reconsider fucking her. 

"I can't believe how fat your cock is James."

Carol choked a couple of times; the saliva dripping down her chin and falling on her light blue blouse, forming a large wet spot on the front. She dug her nails into my ass cheeks, digging them in. 

Grabbing Carol by her locks, I gently pulled her to her feet. I so wanted to just rip open her blouse in a move of male bravado, but I knew that would be hard to explain. Still, when Carol begged, "Take me, James", I lost control and did what my brain was thinking. The buttons flew, and her eyes went wild. She didn't seem to care that I'd just destroyed her blouse. She was too into the moment to care. With one hand, I flipped the clip on the front of her white lacy bra, snapping it open. Carol let it fall to the floor as she leapt into my arms.

I lifted her up and carried her to the exam table, where I set her down and pushed her onto her back. I reached into a drawer underneath like I was a doctor myself, and pulled out two stirrups, quickly sliding them into position. Lifting Carol's heels, I slipped the spikes of her shoes into the stirrup holes, spreading her legs wide. 

"Say Ah," I said as I lifted her skirt just enough to sneak my head under. Her dark brown pubic patch was thick, but well groomed, and her pussy shaved.

"Aaahhhhhh!" Carol moaned as I slowly licked my way from bottom to top, stopping on her ripe clit. 

I spent the next ten minutes showing off my own oral skills. Carol was biting into the pillow as Martina suggested, moaning and growling as I lapped at her pussy. I pulled her cheeks apart, slipping a finger slowly into her ass to see what her reaction would be. It was clear she liked it. I wormed one, then two fingers deep into her back door while I ate her, there was little doubting it made her orgasms more intense. And she had them...three quick, strong ones that forced me to swallow her flowing juices quicker than I'd anticipated.

After the third one, I pulled up from under her skirt and lifted Carol off the table. Turning her around, I put her feet on the floor and bent her over the end of the exam tables. She hooked her arms around the stirrup supports and pressed her nice firm tits into the white sanitary paper that was pulled down over the table, matted in place by the wet spot from the juices from her cunt as she came. 

I eased up behind her, my rock hard prick aching and throbbing like never before. Whatever Martina used had taken full effect, and I was almost angered by how much it hurt, and yet it felt so incredible at the same time. My balls felt heavier than I could ever remember, and they were already stirring inside their sack.

Placing the tip of my cock against Carol's labia, I could feel her wetness. Still, she was nervous as she looked over her shoulder at the ferocious looking spear that was about to pierce her.

"Be careful, James. It's been a long time, and you're so much thicker than anything I've ever had inside me."

Grabbing her hips, I slowly creeped forward. I moved like an inchworm, never moving backwards, but taking her a quarter inch at a time until I was finally all the way inside. 

"Fuck, you're huge!" she said as I let her get used to the shaft. I could feel the blood running through the veins of my cock, pulsing...thumping as my heart beat in time. Or maybe my cock was what was suddenly in control of pumping blood through my body. I could feel the force of each pulse as my cock was lodged deep inside Carol.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 26



The cold splash of water in my face felt good against my skin. Looking at the reflection in the mirror, I saw a slightly dazed and concerned look staring back at me...not the usual shit eating grin I would normally see after an incredible sexual encounter. I looked down at my cock, which was still rock hard, and still tingling.

"How long is THAT going to last?" I said to myself as I watched some cum seep out of the tiny hole in the head. The veins were still pumping life into the shaft, matching my heartbeat...which was still racing. I took a deep breath and brought another handful of cold water to my face, letting it run down my body. Inspired by the refreshing feeling, I took another handful and splashed it directly onto my cock and balls. It shocked my system enough that there was almost an immediate change in my loin. A minute later, my erection had subsided enough that I could at least consider getting dressed.

My eyes returned to the mirror, and the face in the reflection really hadn't changed. As I was known to do occasionally, I started lecturing myself. "What the fuck were you thinking, Thomas!" I said under my breath, admonishing myself for what I'd just done. "It's because you weren't thinking like Thomas...you were thinking like Bond!" I said, answering my own question.

I had just had sex with Carol, the Executive Secretary of the company I was interviewing with. Incredible sex, heighted by the moment and the mystery substance nurse Martina had rubbed on my cock and balls. And by fucking Carol, I might have just royally fucked up in the process. The idea that I might have just fucked my way to a new a job was the feeling that had been silently gnawing at me. I couldn't figure out what it was at the time...I just knew something wasn't right. But the actual reason didn't come to me until I'd finished depositing a full load of cum into her hot pussy, which meant it obviously was WAY too late. 

From a career path perspective, and for my own personal growth, I really wanted the job. But I wanted it on my own merits. I'd lamented for years that I'd always been viewed as being successful not because I was good at my job, but because of my father and his title of Vice President. Now, I was staring at the reflection of a man that may have gotten a new job because his cock was fat...and he'd fucked the company's Executive Secretary with it. 

I had cursed nepotism before. Now I was cursing heredity...namely, my father's fat dick. "Why couldn't I just have done the interview, and taken my chances?" I said once again, looking in the mirror. 

The answer was Ann...and at least that thought made me smile. I shook my head as I smiled, still talking to myself, and to the love of my life, who was with me in spirit. "I do love you Ann," I said as I grabbed my pants and pulled them on over my half-hard cock. "Well...you wanted me to behave like Bond. Let's just hope it doesn't backfire on us now." 

~*~*~*~*~*~

Walking out of the bathroom, I was putting my suit jacket back on, covering my holster. Carol was standing next to the exam table, still topless; her full tits sitting up, begging to be admired. She held her ripped blouse in her left hand and her bra in her right. She'd fixed her makeup, and re-done her hair, but she still looked out of sorts.

"Can you give me a hand? I have a little problem," Carol said as she turned around. Her back was covered with wet paper. I glanced at the exam table, and saw that Carol had left it dampened with our sweat...mostly hers. When she'd gotten up, the paper stuck to her skin. She'd gotten some of it, but there was a lot she couldn't reach. As I pulled the pieces off of her back, Carol stared at the ruined blouse in her hand. 

"You know, it was so hot when you ripped this off of me, but now it seems pretty stupid on my part."

"Your part? I'm the one that did it," I said, taking ownership.

"I wanted you to. And you knew it."

"Maybe. But that's no excuse. I'll buy you a new one on the way back to the office."

Carol turned and pulled me to her, kissing me aggressively. "No. I'm thinking your fiancée would just accept it and go without. Besides, I'm only being practical. A blouse would just get in the way, right?" she said as she winked at me. 

Carol put on her bra, but she threw her blouse in the trash, along with all the wet paper I'd taken off her back, putting it in the standard issue trash can that one would find in an exam room. She put on her blazer and buttoned it. 

"So, what do you think?"

"You look sexy. But then again, you did before."

"That's sweet. Do you think anyone will notice?"

"Yes. But no one will have the guts to ask."

"That's what I'm thinking. Let's go."

We opened the door and walked down the hallway. Martina was sitting at the nurses' station, reading an employee manual from the company I was interviewing with. I arched my eyebrow when I caught the title on the spine of the notebook.

"I'm going to be the company nurse, Mr. Thomas. I'm still working here until the plant is up and running."

"I see...so this little thing was planned all along."

Carol laughed. "No, it was just a convenient stroke of luck that Andy let me bring you. And that I know Martina."

"Know me. If it wasn't for you, I never would have gotten the job," she said. Turning to me, Martina said, "She really has a lot of pull down there. I'm still trying to figure out how."

That comment told me in no uncertain terms that Carol hadn't been bullshitting me. She really might be able to say the word to Evans and I'd get hired. That left me with mixed emotions. I wanted the job, badly. But I really needed to know in my heart that I was good enough at the job to get it on my own...not because of how I fucked. My mind was mush as I wrestled with what to do.

I thanked Martina, particularly for the use of whatever it was she'd put on me. I'm not sure I'd want that on me all the time, but it was hard to deny that it really had a positive effect on the experience. 

"Good luck, Mr. Thomas. I hope to see you again some time."

"Well, I doubt you'll get a better view than the one you got today."

"True. But I meant what I said...some are more impressive than others. I'll remember what that thing felt like in my hand for quite a while."

I had a little laugh, which kind of got stuck in my throat. Carol laughed and said, "You should feel it in other places, Martina. I feel like I just won the lottery!"

~*~*~*~*~*~

"So Martina owes her job to you?" I said to Carol as she drove us back toward the temporary office where she worked.

"Ha! I guess. I never really looked at it that way. I just got them to see past the image issue and look at how good of a nurse she really is."

"Image issue? What are you talking about?"

"She's engaged to a black guy."

"So."

"Well, I don't know how things are in Indiana. Or in California, for that matter. But this is West Virginia. Interracial marriages are not a dime a dozen. In fact, they're almost unheard of here."

"And that's an 'image' problem?"

"In a lot of peoples' eyes, absolutely. There are an awful lot of people here that are still fighting the war...at least in their heads."

"War...what war?" 

"The Civil war, silly."

"You've got to be kidding."

She wasn't. I just hoped things were different. I'd lived within an hour, in Northern Virginia, for years. And there were racial issues there when I was growing up, like everywhere. But I'd been raised in a way that I never saw life as black and white. There were people that were my friends, and people that weren't friends. Color never factored in, at least for me and my family. But I wasn't naïve enough to think that there were no issues, because there were. I remembered friends of mine telling me what they had to endure. It was hard to accept at the time, but it was even harder to believe that things weren't better in the 13 plus years since I'd moved back to the Midwest. 

"So, you're saying that she's harassed because she's going to marry someone that's black?"

"Harassed? No. It's a lot more subtle than that. But, there are a lot of less qualified nurses that have gotten better jobs, or better hours than Martina. And while you can't prove anything, there's no doubt that's the reason. She's been stuck on third shift for two years since she got engaged, while nurses with less ability and qualifications got moved to a better one. That's one of the reasons they haven't gotten married yet...fear that things might get worse."

"How much worse can they be?"

"They could give her all the bad shifts, like holiday's and weekends." I shook my head in disbelief. Carol nodded and said, "I know. That's why I did what I did. I've known Martina all my life. Our families grew up together. I called her as soon as I found out the plant was going to have a full time nurse on staff, and even then it took me three weeks to convince her to apply. She said she'd never make it through the interview. And the truth is, she didn't. She was so beat down mentally over all this that she interviewed horribly. So I cashed in a chip and played it."

"What's that mean?"

"It means I chose the name Holly Goodhead for a reason, Mr. Bond."

"You didn't!"

"Yeah...I did, but just the one time. And that not only got Martina hired, it gave me power. Evans is soooo putty in my little hands now. God, you would think I sucked his brain out through his little dick."

"Maybe you did. You're pretty good."

"Pretty good! I'm fucking great! And you know it."

I smiled. "Not exactly modest about it, are you?"

"So I take pride in how I suck cock. Is there anything wrong with that?"

"Did you get your job that way?" I asked, knowing before I said it the kind of response I was going to get. I braced for it.

Carol looked at me, and reached across the car and slapped me. "I can't believe you said that. Of course I didn't! I may NOT help you after a comment like that."

"That's why I said it," I said as I rubbed my cheek, feeling the sting.

"Excuse me? You deliberately tried to piss me off? Why would you do that after what we just did back there?"

"Actually, it's BECAUSE of what we did back there, although I wasn't trying to piss you off."

"What are you talking about, James?" Carol said, rolling her eyes at me. I loved the fact that she continued to play our game, even though she was angry. The more we called each other our character, the more comfortable we got it doing it again, and in believing it. But I was at a moment where I had to get her to understand that there was a real life scenario behind the charade we were having so much fun portraying.

"You got your job based on your abilities...and not the one with your mouth. Right?"

"I just said that!

"I know you did."

"So...you WANT me to slap you again?" 

"No. But I assume then, that no other sexual skill helped either, right?"

Carol reached up to slap me once more, but I caught her wrist and held it tightly, almost causing her to swerve. 

"You bastard!" she said, cursing at my inference.

"Holly, calm down. I know you didn't. But I also know you don't like the idea that anyone might think that you did. Am I right?"

"Damn straight!" she snapped.

"So you can understand why I would ask you not to do anything for me like you did for Martina to help me get a job."

"What? Why?"

"Because it's important to me. I need to know that if I get it, it's because I'm qualified. I already have some concerns about being in over my head. I need to do this on my own. If I'm good enough, then I'll know it. But if I got it because of you doing something on my behalf, I'm always going to wonder if I'm cut out for this. And I can't do the job if I think I'm not qualified."

"But I can pretty much guarantee you a job...isn't that what you want?"

"Only if I earned it. Only if I'm the most qualified. I need to be able to look myself in the mirror every day and know I have what it takes, and that they believe in me. Does that make any sense?"

Carol focused on the road, thinking about what I'd said. I could see she was puzzled by it at first. 

"So, what was that back there?" she said, staring straight ahead.

"What do you mean?"

"Didn't you fuck me to get a job? Isn't that what this 'mission' you're on is all about?"

I let out a little laugh, but Carol looked at me. I could see the bewilderment in her eyes. She was scared. Scared that SHE made the mistake. I offered up a soft smile, and said, "Not to me. I mean, it's all a part of my 'mission' to get the job, but I have to do it the right way. There can't be any ties back to you. I've had girls try to do that, and they get killed by crossing lines they shouldn't. One got painted gold."

Carol smiled, even though she didn't look at me. "So, you're just trying to protect me now."

"Yes. And to help you, too. I think that's important, even if I don't get the job."

"Help me?"

I wanted...actually I needed Carol to know that there was more to what we'd done than me getting a job. In fact, the only reason I fucked her at all wasn't because of the job. It was because of what she'd been through...what we'd both been through. That kindred connection we unfortunately shared.

"Like I told you at the restaurant...I've been where you are in your life, and I know how much it hurts sometimes. And I know that eventually, you need to get past that big hurdle that keeps you from moving on. To literally give yourself to someone, because you need to feel that special feeling you can only get from sex...and yet you pray you don't get hurt. You just needed to fuck someone you could trust. Someone you know would never hurt you. Fuck them, just for the sake of fucking them...to help yourself. You needed to get past your past, and heal yourself. And that's why I did it. I could see myself in your eyes." 

Carol slowly nodded her head as she thought about what I said; a soft smile creeping onto her face I could tell she understood where I was coming from in the way she looked at me. But instead of addressing her personal plight anymore, she drifted right back into character. "I think I understand. On the one hand you have to get the job as Mr. Thomas in order for your identity to remain secret. But now I'm in on the secret now, so you have to distance yourself to protect me."

I laughed and said, "I suppose...in a manner of speaking, yes."

"Great. So you got a piece of ass, and I got fucked...twice."

"What do you mean twice?"

"Once at the hospital...and you're fucking me over now."

I got nervous, thinking that Carol had totally misunderstood what I meant. "Holly...you need to know if I fucked you to get a job, then I'm no different than the jerk of an ex that hurt you. I'd just be using you...and I'm not like that."

"Relax James. I'm kidding. I understand...and I'm grateful. I really did need to fuck someone. I was worried when I eventually did, I'd feel guilty. But you make me feel good about myself."

"Good...then mission accomplished."

"Not yet. You still need to win that job."

"I meant what I said. I..."

Carol put up her hand, and grinned. "I promise I won't interfere with the hire. But that doesn't mean I can't still help you too."

"Look, I don't want you to put yourself into any position where you might get hurt."

"You just had me bent over backward with my knees near my ears, fucking me with a cock as thick as my wrist. I think we're a little past that, don't you?"

I laughed and said, "You have a point. But you know what I mean."

"I can take care myself, James," Carol said as she slanted her eyes and gave me a stern glance. 

"Okay...so what are you talking about?" I asked.

"I meant what I said. I want a date with you and Ann," she said with a smirk.

"And?"

"And...if you get the job, I'll negotiate your salary and benefits for you."

"What? What does that mean?"

"You'll still get the job on your own. I'll just be helping you get the most you can get to start your new life here."

Now that was something to consider. I wouldn't have to feel guilty about it, since I would win the job based on my abilities. Would it be morally questionable for me to take advantage of Carol's influence AFTER I'd secured a position with the company? I couldn't think of a reason, other than I still couldn't speak for Ann. But this also bought me some time.

"How about this? If I'm fortunate enough to get hired, we talk. That will give me time to talk to Ann, and then we can figure it out from there."

Carol nodded and said, "I'm okay with that...but you better talk to her, because I think you're going to get the job."

"What makes you say that?" I asked, stunned that she would say something like that. 

Carol grinned. "Because I've seen all of the people they've brought in for this position, and you're the most impressive...by far. And there's only a couple more they have scheduled to interview...and they have less qualifications than you do."

"So what are you saying?"

"I'm saying, you may not have the technical background of the equipment that some of the other candidates have, or the three they've hired already. But you're light years ahead of them in people skills. And that's the area they're looking for...they don't have anyone that can hire people, or manage people. In fact, I think they hired the other three guys to teach people how to run the equipment. They're more like operators than managers. What you don't know, you'll learn. What they don't know, they don't have the capacity to grasp. If they did, they would have already. Trust me...you'll be here long after they're gone."

"You sound pretty sure of yourself." 

"I am. And I'm that confident in you. They're looking to hire one more manager before the first of the year to start up. Then they'll bring on two more sometime next year. There will be two managers on a shift for your department. But they need one to hire the work force, and they don't trust the ones they have. You can do this."

"Fine. Just don't tell your boss that."

"I have to. I'm supposed to be interviewing you, remember. I just won't go that extra bit to make it a lock. Look, I know you don't want me doing anything to influence this unfairly, but I'm also not going to hurt the company by ignoring the fact that you really are the best candidate for the job."

"How would you know all of that? You've only been with me. You didn't get to interview them."

"Well, true...I haven't been with them like I've been with you. And I'm not talking about what we just did back at the hospital. But I did interview them in my own way. I was the one that they met at the front desk, just like I met you. And they say way more truthful stuff there than they do in the interview. It's funny how people seem less guarded because they're just talking to the receptionist. That and they're nervous, so they sometimes talk when they shouldn't. I can tell you the strengths and weaknesses of every one."

"Really. How?"

"Psychology major. I know how to read people. Although you've fooled me in a couple of things...I may have to re-read a couple of chapters. I never thought I'd fall for your spiel. There's just something about you."

"Charm."

"Yeah...that must be it," Carol laughed as she drove us into the parking lot of the temporary office.

~*~*~*~*~*~

As soon as I was inside, Mr. White whisked me into an office. Before I could even get my bearings, I was introduced to a guy named Pete, and he began what I could only describe as an interrogation. 

He was a department superintendent, but not of the one I was interviewing for. His was going to run the one that was upstream in the production process from where I'd be working if I got the job. And he let me know it, in no uncertain terms. He grilled me on lots of details that had nothing to do with what my job would be. 




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 26



I was frustrated, but not about my lack of knowledge of things pertaining to his department. It was more by his snobbish demeanor and his 'I'm superior to you' aura he was trying to portray. I saw it for what it was. A guy that was looking to intimidate an interviewee by putting them on the defensive and never letting them talk. I knew Carol was really talking about the people that would be my peers when she said they were more operators than managers. But Pete fit the same mold. He seemed more into the machines themselves, than working with the people that would run them. 

It was a brutal interview, which seemed to please him. But I weathered the barrage of inane questions as best I could. He was going out of his way to frustrate me, but I took his shots at my abilities...or his perception that I lacked them, and gave him thoughtful, meaningful, and polite answers. It helped that I had the advantage, and knew I was likely being watched behind another two way mirror. It kept me from being rattled. And I was thankful the whole thing only lasted ten minutes, although it seemed more like an hour.

When that interview concluded, there was about a five minute gap where I sat alone in the room and waited for the next, and last, interview. I had a face to face with Jeff, the manager of the department I hoped to work in. I had done an extensive phone interview with him, which led to me being flown out in the first place. I wondered what else he could possibly want to know that we hadn't already covered over the phone.

Jeff sat down after shaking my hand, and smiled at me. It was an odd smile, and yet it put me at ease.

"So, how did your interview with Pete go?" he asked.

"That would depend."

"On what?"

"On how honest you want me to be, and on how much I'd be working with him if I'm hired."

"Well, I certainly want you to be honest. I need to be able to trust the people that work for me...and they need to be able to trust me. So, we should be able to say things to each other in confidence and know it stays there. And to answer your other question, you'd be working for me. Pete runs another department. I'd be dealing with him, and you'd be working in conjunction with the guys that work for him...who, by the way, are a great group of guys."

"Well, if that's the case, Pete is an asshole."

"He's an asshole?" Jeff asked.

"That's being kind, actually. But I'm not sure how blunt you want me to be."

"Please, be blunt."

"He's a fucking asshole. He's got a superiority complex, and his department is going to go down in flames because he's got no intention of letting go of the reigns and delegating."

Jeff got up and stuck out his hand. 

"It's been great to finally meet you, Neil."

"That's it?" I asked.

"Yep. That's all I needed to hear."

I was a little stunned. I didn't get to explain myself. A sudden fear shot through my body. I'd been too candid. Figuring I'd blown it, I walked out with Jeff, who led me to the front of the office. I stood there, stunned.

"We'll be in touch in a couple of weeks, Neil. We need to get together and go over the results of your interviews, and the testing. I can't say much more than that now. Try not to worry about it. I'm sure you've done terrific. I appreciate you taking the time to come out. Have a safe trip back."

~*~*~*~*~*~

It was just before 4PM. I was standing alone, looking out the front window of the office in the little area that passed for a lobby. I could see the black convertible in the parking lot, with Tina inside. The top was up, and she was listening to the radio as she waited for me. I could tell by her head bobbing in rhythm to a beat I couldn't hear. I took a deep breath and started to walk to the door, when Carol called out.

"Aren't you going to say goodbye?"

"Huh? Oh...I'm sorry. I didn't know you were there."

"Come on. I'll walk you to your car."

She took my arm, and we walked out into the bright sunshine of the late afternoon. I looked at her, and noticed that she'd unbuttoned one of the buttons holding her blazer shut, which exposed her bra. 

"Not shy, are you?"

"I decided to push it and see if anyone would say anything."

"And?"

"Nope. They look, but they don't have the nerve. I love the stares though."

Carol noticed I was a little out of sorts, and asked if I was okay.

"No. I really struggled with that one interview. And then I think I was a little too honest with Jeff."

"Did you really call Pete a fucking asshole?"

"No, I described to Jeff that Pete is as a fucking asshole. It's not like I said it to Pete's face. Shit, that got around the office fast. I thought Jeff said I could trust him, and that what I said would stay between him and me. I really fucked that up!"

"First of all, it went from Jeff, to me and Mr. Evans. That's it...and he had to tell Andy. That's his job. But it won't go any further, I promise you. And second, Pete IS a fucking asshole, and you're the first one to say it. Bonus points for you, Bond. Andy was still laughing when I walked out."

"So, I didn't fuck up?"

"Far from it. You were honest. Everybody else that Pete has interviewed has caved to the way he treated them. You held your ground with him, and then you called it like it was. I'd say you just helped yourself big time." 

We walked out to the car, and Tina saw us approach. She got out of the car, and stood there waiting for us as we walked around the front. Tina had a broad smile on her face, and it was a knowing smile. She stared at Carol for a moment, and I finally had to break the ice.

"Pussy, this is Dr. Holly Goodhead. She's on our side, although I'm still not sure who she's working for."

"FBI," Carol said quickly, thinking on her feet as she continued playing our little game.

"Really. What's your cover?"

"I'm Carol Shade."

"I'm Tina Roberts. You fucked her, didn't you James!"

Carol's shade turned red. I just smiled and asked, "What makes you say that?"

"One; you always seem to find a way to fall into bed with a pretty woman. Two, she's not wearing a blouse. I find it hard to believe she started her day in just her bra. And three, if I'm not mistaken, there's cum running down the inside of her thighs. I'm guessing since she's with you, it's yours."

"Shit!" Carol said as she looked at her legs. 

"He cums a lot, Dr. Goodhead."

"Yes he does," Carol said as she sheepishly looked up.

Tina looked at me, trying to act pissed. "Damn James! I'm out doing all the grunt work, and you're getting your jollies fucking the snatch of the week!"

"Hey!" Carol snapped.

"No offense, love. But you better watch your back now. Girls tend to end up dead shortly after our British friend nails them. Be very alert for guys carrying gold paint."

"We're not going to have a cat fight, are we Pussy?" I asked.

"I'm not jealous, James. Just wary of what could happen. I hope you didn't jeopardize the mission because you couldn't keep your pants on."

"I didn't have a choice. I was being given a physical. And you know how I am once I'm out of my cloths, Pussy. It has a mind of its own."

"Yes, James. Just an adolescent teenager with overactive testosterone, aren't you? Then again, I can see why you'd have trouble controlling yourself around her," Tina said as she strolled over and lifted Carol's head with her finger to force her to make eye contact.

Carol trembled as Tina moved closer. I'd never seen Tina act the way she was. There was something about her that was dominating...not in a 'leather and whip' sense. But certainly she was in control, and Carol responded nervously to Tina's lead. I could see in her eyes she was excited by Tina. And if I could see it, there was no doubt that Tina could too.

"Tell me, Dr. Goodhead...does that surname of yours refer only to men, or are you just as good at doing women as well?" Carol's eyes flew open as Tina moved in closer, kissing her. Carol closed her eyes, and let Tina take her breath away. 

Tina broke off the kiss and smiled at Carol, taking her hand. She led her to the car, and opened the door, making Carol sit down. Tina grabbed the camera out of the passenger seat.

"I need some photos for evidence, Holly. I hope you don't mind, but I'm supposed to document all stages of our mission," Tina said as she deftly flicked the remaining button of Carol's blazer, making it pop open. Just as efficiently, she opened Carol's bra, even though Carol made an insincere protest. She was excited that she was exposed in public...even though she was hidden from view. 

There was a car next to the driver's side of our rental car between us and the road, and the Camaro was positioned between where we were and the office, which was well over a hundred yards away. With the car door blocking one way, and me standing guard on the other, Carol was totally out of view. But that didn't diminish the fact that she was exposing her wonderful tits in the parking lot where she worked.

Tina took a couple of pictures as Carol sat there, smiling nervously. That look changed to shock when Tina said, "Spread you legs. I need to see the cum." 

"Excuse me?" Carol said, not wanting to believe what she heard.

"I need proof that Bond fucked you. Moneypenny is keeping an account of his 'Bond' girls so they can track what happens to them. There's always a price to pay for fucking an agent, Holly. It could be your life, or hopefully in your case, you just have to pose for some lewd pictures. Now spread your legs."

Carol reluctantly did as she was told; only to be ordered to spread them even wider. The look on Carol's face defied her protests. She wanted to have her picture taken. And she proved that by spreading her legs as wide as she could. As she did, Tina took a couple of general pictures, before moving in for a couple of close ups. 

"Yep, that's James' work all right. He really messed up that pretty little pussy of yours. Let me clean that up...you're about to make a huge stain on that nice skirt."

Tina handed me the camera, and gave me a quick wink as she dove between Carol's thighs. Starting with those magnificent limbs, Tina licked her way up the inside of each leg, slurping up the trail of cum that had escaped Carol's pussy. Once she'd finished that, Tina honed in on the source of the leak, locking her mouth over Carol's reddened cunt.

"Oh fuck!" Carol said as she started to shake. I took some pictures, getting a great one of Carol cumming for the first time. Tina didn't stop. She dug her tongue deep into Carol's tight little snatch, in search of more mouthful's of my sperm as it mixed with Carol's clear cum. It only took a few minutes, but it resulted in a clean cunt and three nice climaxes for Carol, who was panting and starting to sweat again.

When Tina finally stood up, she wiped her mouth on her arm and looked down at the limp form that was lounging very unladylike in the bucket seat of the car. Carol opened her eyes to look up at Tina. I'll never forget that look on her face. It was one of pure satisfaction. 

Tina looked down at Carol, noting the half open eyes. "It looks like you liked that. Let's see if you're willing to return the favor," she said as she put her shoe on the seat of the car. I noticed it was a new shoe. She'd worn black pumps when we'd left the hotel, but she was now wearing red ones that matched her slinky dress. She pulled the front of that dress up, exposing her bald pussy for Carol.

"God that's hot! How long have you been shaving?" Carol asked.

"Forever. I love the feeling. You should try it."

"Wait...you! Fuck, you're shaved too, aren't you?" Carol said, looking at me. I just nodded, and she said, "I can't believe this is all happening!" 

She sat up, and Tina grabbed her by her long brown locks and pulled her into her pussy. There was no fanfare...no foreplay...no extended buildup for her to get used to the idea. Carol didn't have time to think about it at all. She was being force-fed, and Tina was grinding her pelvis hard into her face. For her part, Carol seemed to be making the best of the situation, and was working hard to please Tina. A few minutes later, Tina screamed out...not holding back. She came, rattling the windows on the office building as her sound waves bounced off of them. 

Tina finally loosened her grip on the hair in her hand, and Carol came up for air. Her lips and chin glistened in the sun from the wetness that covered her lower face.

"How did I do, Pussy?"

"Wonderful, Dr. Goodhead. You get to keep your name."

"I can't believe I just did that! Thank you both so much. This whole day has been like a dream. And I think I came more times today than I have in the last six months. God, I'm exhausted...I need to go home and crash."

Tina helped Carol get herself together, and I gave her a hug before we left. 

"I hope you get the job. And not because of what happened either. I really think our company needs you."

Tina handed her a couple of pictures. "Just in case he doesn't, here's something to help you masturbate. It was great meeting you, and eating you." 

"Same here," Carol said as they shared a hug.

"Ready to go, James?" Tina said.

We waved as we drove off, this time with me behind the wheel. 

I looked over to Tina, who was sitting back with her eyes closed.

"Are you okay?"

"Never better, James. How about you?"

"I'm fine. Are you hungry?"

"No. I can still taste you and Carol. I don't want to ruin that right now. Just drive, and let me know when we get to that mountaintop. I want you to take a couple of pictures."

I smiled when I thought of what that could mean. 



Ann: A Love Story Ch. 27



The drive back towards the hotel was magnificent. It was one of those days where the sky was so blue it looked like a painting. You could play 'find the cloud' and spend hours never seeing one to speak of. As we climbed the mountain and got closer to that blue horizon, I opened the top of the car. 

Tina had been relaxing, basking in the glow of the orgasm Carol had given her. She smiled as the sunshine suddenly washed over her. She never bothered to open her eyes. Instead, she lowered her seat to make it recline as much as possible. Then she hooked her fingers into the top of her tube dress, and lowered it to her waist.

"Mmmm...that feels good," she said.

"It looks good too."

"Keep your eyes on the road, James."

"Sorry. Just admiring the mountains."

"I bet you are," Tina said as she cupped them and squeezed them together.

"Yeah...they're magnificent!"

Tina giggled and said, "Thanks."

I glanced at her legs, and noticed the bottom of her dress had ridden up when she lowered her seat. I could just make out the hint of her pussy. It took all of my willpower not to reach over and fondle it. Tina opened one of her eyes just a sliver, and giggled.

"I thought you'd be looking at my tits. I guess I had you all wrong."

"Actually, I was looking at your shoes. Where'd you get them?"

"Holy shit...let me tell you!" Tina exclaimed. She got so excited she started talking a hundred miles an hour. "Ann is going to love it there...at least when it comes to shopping! There are two great outlets in that town. There's one next to the Interstate, and the other is in the center of town. And that one is really cool. It's in an old manufacturing plant that's been redone as a bunch of shops. The whole thing is inside. So I went shopping and found a pair of shoes that go better with this outfit. You like?" Tina lifted her right leg to show me one of the shoes, and deliberately did it in a way that exposed her wet pussy...and the holstered gun strapped to her thigh. 

I wasn't looking at her shoe anymore when I answered, "Yes. I like it very much."

Tina giggled as she reached down to stroke her pussy. "I can't believe I ate her out in the parking lot. And she did me too!"

"You're becoming quite the little lesbian."

"Ha...I don't think so," she said with a huge laugh. "But I might be bisexual now."

"That will be a big hit back home."

"Oh...that will be the day. I'm thinking this is more for out of town trips. I've never traveled before, but if this is what it's like, I think I should do it more."

"So you're not going to be looking for girls at home?"

"Hardly. I have a bad enough reputation in town. I don't think I could live there and do what I've done this weekend. I'll just continue to be the little cock whore everybody thinks I am, and save this for special occasions."

"You're being pretty hard on yourself. You know that? Why do you call yourself names like that?"

Tina smiled and said, "I AM a cock whore. I'm not ashamed of it. And I've never heard you complain. Isn't that why we hooked up in the first place? You needed to get laid, and so did I."

Tina had a point. We had used each other, to an extent. But while it started out as just two people using each other, I'd come to admire Tina. And it bothered me that she had such low self esteem that she degraded herself verbally. 

"That may be. But you're a lot more than the reputation you're letting define you. You're smart, you're funny...you're successful. And you're beautiful. It's one thing to like to fuck. It's another to let the world believe that's all you have to offer."

"You think I'm successful?" she asked, surprised.

"Sure, Tina," I said, breaking out of the characters we'd been so dutifully acting out. "You own your own business. And from what I can tell, you're one of the busiest beauty shops in town. Hell, you were the first to add a tanning bed, and you can say you wanted it for yourself, but the fact is you were ahead of the curve, and it's booked all the time. You make the people who come into your shop more attractive, and that makes them feel good about themselves. I know it's only my opinion, but that seems pretty successful to me."

"Wow. No one's ever said anything like that to me before. Thanks, Neil!"

"It's Bond. James Bond." 

Tina laughed and winked at me as we started the steady incline towards the top of the mountain range we had to cross.

~*~*~*~*~*~

The view from the top of the mountain pass was spectacular. Tina and I had stopped at a roadside park that served mainly as a park and ride for commuters, although there was a small picnic area. Being late afternoon on a Saturday, the parking lot was empty despite it being such a beautiful day. 

Tina was taking pictures of the valley below. I'm not sure how far we could actually see from our vantage point, but to say 'miles' would trivialize the experience. The camera was taking good pictures, but it really wasn't designed to capture the panoramic landscape in front of us.

"I wish this thing had a lens that I could zoom in and out," Tina griped.

"It's okay, Pussy. We just have to give her an idea of how beautiful it is."

"I know, James. But I want to give her the best pictures I can. I'm a bit of a perfectionist."

"I know you are...which is why you belong in a place like this. You're as beautiful as the surroundings."

"Now you're just trying to get laid again."

"Maybe," I said, flirting with her.

"So you're saying my natural beauty comes out in a place like this?"

"I'm saying that as amazing as this place is, I think you're more beautiful, and not just on the outside" I said, wondering why she would say something that sounded slightly conceited. That wasn't Tina's style at all. It was way out of character for her, unless she was thinking that Pussy Galore would respond that way. Either way, I couldn't help but think she was up to something.

"Yeah, but you're just saying that because I'm wearing this hot red dress."

"That has a lot to do with it, yes," I teased, still trying to flirt. Like I needed to. It was pretty easy to see that Tina was turned on. The wet pussy she flashed me in the car had told me that already, but her body language as she stood looking over the valley also made it rather obvious.

"So I'm only hot because of the dress?" she said playing with the material that covered her big chest, threatening to pull down the front of it.

"I never said that," I replied, wishing I'd have said something a little more clever. It didn't matter, though. Tina's mind was spinning toward a destination she had predetermined. She was just trying to find the best way to get there. And as most of us learned in math, the closest distance between two points is a straight line; so Tina went with the direct route.

Handing me the camera, she said, "Here. I think you're going to wanna use this."

Tina strutted over to where she'd have the most picturesque backdrop, and she proceeded to do a slow, sexy striptease. Starting with the top of her dress, she peeled it down until she was standing out in the open, topless. I took a couple of pictures while she teased me with the way she played and licked at her tits and nipples. Next, she raised the hem of her short little dress, pulling all the material to her stomach. She posed as she exposed her lower half to me, making sure to spread and bend her legs often. 

"I can see I'm having an effect on you, 007," Tina said as she pointed at the bulge in my pants.

"Pussy usually does, Pussy."

I had to stop and reload the camera, and while I had my head turned, Tina removed the dress entirely, setting it on the lone picnic table before she returned to the spot she'd been standing. When I turned around, I almost dropped the Polaroid.

"You see! I love that! I've really enjoyed getting to know my feminine side this weekend. But this is why I'll always love men. You just wouldn't get that kind of reaction from a woman. Men salivate...they get hard. I love that instant feedback. It's like a drug...I get high off of it."

"With a body like that, you must be an addict."

"I'm addicted to sperm, but I'm okay right now. I'll probably need a fix later, though. A big one...so why don't you take some more pictures and we'll see if we can work up a big batch in those huge balls of yours."

Facing me, Tina bent over and grabbed her knees, making her big boobs sway back and forth like they were being moved by the gentle breeze. I took a photo, and then another, as she began to move seductively for the camera. She was playing to the lens, taunting it. Her body movements were more graceful than I could ever remember, and there was something strangely exciting about her wearing just her shoes and that holster strapped to her thigh. 

Pulling the gun from the holster, Tina made like James Bond in the intro of the movies, posing and pointing it like she was in the center of that famous white circle on the black screen. As I pressed the button to fire the shutter, I half expected to see the red blood ooze down the viewfinder like it would over the silhouetted Bond during the opening credits of the films. I could even hear the Bond theme music in my head. But, maybe that was because Tina was actually humming it to herself as she moved.

After several of those pictures, Tina put the gun back in the holster, and took it off; placing it on the picnic table with her dress. Left in just her shoes, she started posing like the models I'd seen so often in the pages of Playboy or Penthouse. I was quick to oblige her demand that I take close ups, including her spreading her labia to show me pink. She was lying on the grass, and I tried to get in positions that allowed the scenery to still be a part of the pictures that weren't close ups. 

At that point, I was complaining to myself that I wished I had a way to change the focus, but I made the best with what I had. I was at least thankful that we could take nude pictures. It was the only avenue that you had in that time, unless you developed your own film, knew someone that did and trusted them, or paid to have your film sent off to one of those far away labs that you'd find in the back of some adult magazine. The trade off of privacy and immediate results far outweighed the other options, and somewhat made up for the limitations of the camera. 

Standing up, Tina turned and faced the valley below us. She spread her legs, and put her hands on her hips, looking as if she was looking down over her kingdom. After two pictures like that, she moved her hands to her thighs. Bending slowly, her palms rubbed down her athletic limbs, until she was holding her ankles and looking back at me through her legs. I'm not sure if she knew that was my favorite centerfold pose or not, but it wasn't lost on me. I quickly took three pictures, and realized I'd run out of film again. That was another drawback of the camera...not enough pictures per package.

My mind screamed that I should run back to the car to grab another package of film, and cursed that I didn't have the foresight to bring more than the two packages that I had brought out in the first place. But my cock was screaming too, as each pulse pushed it against my zipper like it was banging its head against a fabric prison, demanding to be released.

I quickly put the camera down on the table, and unzipped my fly. Walking with my rigid cock in my hand, Tina looked between her legs with an upside down smile.

"I can't believe it took you that long. I was beginning to wonder if you were ever going to fuck me!"

I grabbed her hips and thrust deep inside her juicy snatch. Tina screamed out loud, her voice echoing down the valley. It shocked the both of us, but it was also incredibly hot.

"Fuck me hard, James. I'm so close! Fuck me!" Tina growled, trying to hold in what she wanted to scream. I pounded into her as she continued to grab her ankles. I was amazed at her balance. I was holding on to her tightly, but she still kept her center of gravity in place as I slammed into her.

"FUCK! I'M CUMMING!" Tina howled at the top of her lungs. Then she screamed out a bunch of expletives, along with a screech that sounded something like an eagle...or a pterodactyl.

As she came, a vehicle pulled into the parking lot. I could barely hear the tires rolling over the gravel over Tina's wailing, but I knew someone was there. I suppose I should have been nervous of being caught. Or scared. But there was no place to hide, and little I could do. And with Tina in the throes of an intense orgasm, I wasn't about to stop. So, I kept humping into her. 

We must have made an interesting sight, what with me being fully clothed in a very sharp black suit, and Tina being totally naked in just her red pumps. I heard a door open and close, followed by another one opening up.

"What's that?" Tina said as she looked up from her unusual position.

"We have company, Pussy."

"Shit...you're kidding!"

"Nope. Want me to stop?"

"It's too late. I'm CUMMING AGAIN. OH FUCK! FUCK ME!" Tina screamed out.

Those words echoed down the valley just as her earlier ones did. And that certainly got the attention of our innocent bystanders. Tina's announcement of her second orgasm caused an instant reaction. I listened to the exchange with amusement.

"Kyle! Quick...get the kids back in the van!"

"What? Why?"

"Just do it!"

"Melody, what's going on? Are you nuts?"

"There's a couple over there having S-E-X. Get the kids in the van!"

"Really...where?"

"KYLE! Get the kids back in the van!"

"Okay, Okay! Keep your shorts on!" he said as I heard some commotion. A couple of door slams later, he was looking at us. I didn't look, but I knew because he said, "Man, Melody...they're really going at it."

"Stop being a pig and get in the van!"

"Look at them, babe."

"I'm not looking at them. Stop being a perverted jerk and get in the fucking van!"

"Perverted? Jeez, Melody...a few years ago, that would have been us!"

"We have kids now, Kyle!"

"So what? I'm not saying we should do it in front of the kids. But why should they change who we are."

"I'm a mother now Kyle...get in the van!"

"Fine. I'll get in the van. But you're going to have to tell me how you being a mother factors into this discussion. You're a woman too. And the woman I married would be right next to her, getting her brains fucked out."

Doors slammed, and tires spun in the rocks as they peeled out. Children. I never thought of them, and how they could impact a marriage...or the sex life of a couple. I wondered if what Ann and I had could withstand that kind of life altering change. Kids would no doubt change things. But I hoped it wouldn't be that drastic. I wanted kids some day, so it was a bridge we'd eventually cross together. At least I hoped. Ann and I hadn't really discussed having kids yet, other than to gloss over the subject. I shook my head, trying to get that image out of my mind for the time being. When I did, Tina moved forward, letting my cock slip out of her cunt. 

She stood up and turned around. "Come on, James. Take me back to the hotel and fuck me again."

I was going to argue, but I didn't want the hassle of what getting caught again might turn into. I grabbed the camera, and Tina grabbed her dress and the holster. She didn't bother getting dressed. We just headed to the car and eased back on the highway. I couldn't help but look over to Tina, who was sunning herself again.

"Do you want me to put the top up?" I asked, wondering why she was so ready to leave, but not ready to cover herself. I thought she was worried about being caught naked and fucking. It turned out I couldn't have been farther off.

"No. I want you to catch that minivan."

"What?"

Tina pointed down the 4 lane separated highway down the mountain, towards a black Dodge Caravan that was about a mile away. "Catch up to that van," she said, as she fingered her clit.

"Is that?"

"Yeah. I saw it through your legs. I wanna have a little fun, James. Do you mind?"

"No. Not at all," I said as I punched the V-8 and kicked the Camaro into high gear. Racing down the mountain with the top down was exhilarating. Not as much as fucking Tina at the summit, but a close second. There were no cars between the van and us, and we steadily gained ground as the tires rhythmically popped over the cracks in the pavement. It was like a steady beat, keeping time like a metronome to the music of the asphalt. 

I eased off the gas as I neared the van. It was your every day, run of the mill minivan, with the exception that it had tinted windows in the back, which was a rarity in the late 80's. We were in the same lane as the van, and I looked over to Tina, wanting to get a feel if she was really serious about whatever she had planned, if she even had a plan. That answer came rather quickly, when she looked at me with lust in her eyes.

"Pull up next to the van...but don't pass it yet. I'll tell you when."

I slid gracefully into the left lane like I was drafting a racecar, and swooped up beside the van so that Tina was in line with the driver...the patriarch of the family Von Prude. Try as he might, he couldn't fight his urges. He valiantly tried to keep his focus on the road ahead, but once his eyes darted to the left, he couldn't help but turn his head to watch Tina pulling at a nipple while she rammed her fingers into her juicy snatch. She had her left leg on the dashboard, and her right dangled over the door of the car. She had even turned her body slightly towards him, and with her legs spread wide, so he could see all of her heavenly body.

I looked up at the driver, who was staring more at Tina than at the road. I had to make sure he didn't drive us off the road, so I kept my eyes on the van's position while I drove. I was sure I heard some yelling coming from the van, even over the rush of the road and wind as we sped down the highway. I could see he became agitated, and yelled something. He turned to talk to his wife, and Tina moved back to a normal sitting position.

"Quick! Pull in front of the van and get in their lane!" I stepped on the gas and moved over in front of them like Tina asked me, and she said, "Now...slow down."

"What are we doing?" I asked.

"We're going fishing."

"What?"

"I want to see if we can catch her."

"What do you mean, 'catch her'?"

"She's been screaming at her husband for looking...but can you really blame him? But you heard him. It sounded like she used to be the wild and free type herself before the munchkins came along. I'm betting that she's still that way, and I want to see if we can catch her being a hypocrite."

"And how do you propose doing that?" 

"You just need to use the right bait," she said, rubbing my semi erect cock through my pants. "Slow down enough that they'll pass us. Then make sure you match his speed. I bet he'll figure out what we're up to and let you."

I slowed the car, not using the brakes, but just letting off the gas ever so slightly to check up a little. At first the van slowed with me, but as I started to ease to the point of being a nuisance, he had to make a decision. It seemed like a game of cat and mouse, until I looked in my rear view mirror and smiled. I could see the light bulb go on over his head, and suddenly he was pulling into the passing lane. As he sped up, so did I. Just as Tina said, he quickly figured out what I was doing, and settled in so that we were cruising at a reasonable speed. We still had the highway to ourselves, and I set the cruise control on the car to set the pace.

Tina was playing with her tits, looking at the passenger window to see if the mom would look out. She was busy trying desperately to stare straight ahead, while continuing her tirade directed at the poor soul beside her. I peeked toward the back of the van, and I couldn't see any movement. Their kids had to be young, because I could see the car seats, even through the tinted glass, but I could only see the tops of their heads. I was relieved that they couldn't see out the window at what we were doing below. Tina didn't care. She was carrying out her plan, which at the moment involved me.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 27



"I'll get the bitch to look!" Tina said as she moved to her knees on the seat and leaned over toward mine. 

"What are you doing?"

"I told, you...I'm fishing. Now sit still while I get out the bait!"

"I'm the bait?" I said with a laugh.

"If you're trying to catch a fish, you use a worm. If you're trying to catch a woman, it takes something a little bigger. And you have a nice fat one, stud," she said as she lowered my zipper and quickly fished my cock out of the opening. It was yet another fine example of the benefits of going commando.

As Tina started stroking my cock to full mast, our reluctant voyeur was starting to blush. She wanted to shield her eyes, but she couldn't bring herself to actually bring her hand up all the way. Instead, she brushed her long brown hair from her face, showing her lovely profile. She was very cute, at least from the neck up. Who knew what lied below the quarter panel...I only knew she was facially attractive, and appeared to be my age. She was a young mother in her late twenties...certainly too young to turn into the woman I heard behind us in the park at the top of the mountain. Of course, I had to factor in the protective mother angle, but Tina was right. There had to be a spark in there somewhere.

My cock was erect and throbbing. Perhaps some remnants of Martina's magic sauce were still in effect, because it felt huge; bigger than normal. The wind rushing over it added a new element; another feeling I'd yet to experience in my life. I glanced down and was startled by the deep shade of purple it was, a look accented by Tina gripping the base of my shaft and balls as tightly as she could.

"She's staring, James. She's hooked." 

I started to look, but Tina warned me. "Don't. You might scare her. Let me reel her in."

The angler references were a bit crude, but I got her point. I just held onto the steering wheel and stared at the road, testing my own willpower as I forced myself not to look. I could feel my neck twitching along with my prick. It's amazing how difficult something so simple can become when you're told 'not' to do it. 

Tina held my cock in her right hand while she used the fingers of her left to spread my pre-cum around the head. I was generating a generous amount, and she was sure to show our highway guest. Tina teased me for a little bit, before smiling and licking her lips. 

"Show time," she said as she lowered her head to my cock, taking the head between her lips. I instinctively tangled my right hand in her strands of hair, holding on as she sucked more and more of my cock deep into her mouth. She blew me for a minute or two and then pulled up off of me to show my saliva-covered prick shining in the sunlight.

"Slow up and pull to the other side of the van," she almost demanded.

"What other side? It's a two lane road, Pussy!"

"Just get in the other lane. He'll do the rest. Trust me."

Sure enough, as soon as I tapped the brakes and pulled in behind him, he slipped into the right lane and let me drive up on his side. Now I knew what Tina had in mind. She resumed sucking my cock, and with her being on her knees on her seat, she exposed her ass and cunt to them. It was inspired, and I almost wished I could see her from their vantage point. 

"Is he looking?" Tina asked as she licked at my shaft.

"They both are," I replied, turning for a moment to see not only the dad glaring, but the mom craning her neck to see past him. In just a few minutes, she had totally forgotten her objections to Tina and my behavior, and had transformed instead into an interested voyeur.

"Okay, James...pull in front of them. Time to see if we can have a little more fun."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Just trust me. And remember, whatever happens is all a part of the mission."

"Sure. Whatever you say," I said sarcastically.

I pulled in front again, and maintained a steady speed just in front of the van. Tina leaned over the back seat, exposing her tits to our tailgaters. In her box of paraphernalia that Ann had sent were all the papers. Pulling the box to the front seat, Tina grabbed some sheets of paper out of the packet, and then she took a magic marker out of her purse. Scribbling quickly, Tina wrote a note and held it up to the van. I looked in the rear view mirror, and saw the couple talking, and finally the woman nodded. That was followed by a honk of their horn.

"Holy shit!" Tina said out loud, and she laughed and started another note. She threw the first one in my lap, and I saw she had written 'Want 2 have some fun? Honk!' 

"Holy shit!" I said, thinking about the implications of what just happened, and wondering what Tina was writing at the moment. She held up another sign, which was followed by another blast of their horn. Tina giggled and went to work on the next sign, while that one was laid in my lap. It asked 'Do U live nearby?' The fact that they honked the horn and nodded gave us the affirmative answer, which was interesting, since we were less than twenty minutes from the hotel at that point.

As I finished reading that note, another honk made me look up. The driver was smiling. His wife had a nervous look on her face, but also a hint of anticipation. She was also stealing looks into the back seat, checking on her children. Tina threw the latest note onto my lap, and scribbled out another. 'Can U get a sitter 2 nite?' was written on the note she handed me. 

Another single blow of their horn preceded the note that Tina handed to me. I was getting their answers before I knew the questions, which was a little backwards. That note asked them, 'R U willing to play?' and since they honked once, Tina followed that up with a note to make sure there were no illusions as to what she was referring to. It said, 'play means fuck', which I found oddly exciting. 

Tina actually showed me that sign first, and winked as she turned to hold it up. The horn blew quickly, one time. There was some talking going back and forth between the couple. It wasn't heated like before, but it was intense. Tina watched for a moment, and then scribbled one more note. She showed it to me first again, so I could share the anticipation with her. It simple asked if they were 'Still interested?'

There was a long pause as I watched them in the mirror. The husband looked at his wife, but she stared straight ahead through the windshield at Tina. She turned to look at her at kids one more time, before she looked at her husband. I could see she was biting her lower lip nervously, as we hurtled down the mountain towards the rolling foothills. She was back to staring at the two of us driving in front of them. Tina sat up high in her seat, fondling her tits as she smiled at the two of them. I think she was as nervous as the woman in the van was as we waited for their answer.

After at least a mile, I watched the woman, a wife and mother, as she leaned over and pressed the button on the steering wheel, honking the horn one time. The husband looked at her, and I could tell he asked if she was sure. She just nodded and smiled. Tina was clapping giddily like a schoolgirl as she hopped up and down on her knees. Briskly writing another note, she held it up and waited for an answer. When the horn honked, she gave them the thumbs up sign and turned around in her seat.

"Let's go James. I need a drink," Tina said as she grabbed her holster and strapped it onto her thigh.

"What did the last note say?" I asked, almost impatiently.

Tina handed it to me as she started working her dress up her shapely legs. "Here, stud. Read it for yourself."

I smiled. It said, 'Sheraton. 6PM. Go 2 desk. Ask for 007.' Once I read it, I also was concerned.

"Are you sure about all of this?" I asked.

"Why? Aren't you?"

"Well, it just seems to me that we're moving outside the scope of the mission. We've accomplished what we were supposed to do. I'm not sure what she'll..."

"What's gotten into you, James? It's not like you to pass up an opportunity to take an attractive young woman to bed. And you're fucking up my 'end of the mission' sex too."

"I thought that's what we'd do together."

"We have lots of time left James. What's the matter? Worried about not having enough bullets in your gun?" "Hardly. Just concerned that there may be an issue with M, or worse, Moneypenny. You know how they are when I don't check in with them first."

"Here," Tina said, turning paper that the last message was written on. 

"What's this?" I asked.

"Let me read it to you," she said, taking it back from me. 

"Dear Miss Galore, MI6 would like to personally thank you for your sacrifices to ensure this mission is a success. We understand the demands and danger that come with being an agent. The physical and emotional toll that it can have on one's body and mind can be overwhelming. We also understand the nature of the job you did for us, and respect the risks you have taken to work under our man Bond. Upon the completion of the mission in West Virginia, Bond was to be placed on 'Holiday' status, and therefore, would have been officially off duty. Instead, he is being assigned to you for the duration of the weekend. Please take it upon yourself to arrange and indulge in whatever pleasures that you see fit and include him in your plans. Part of being a 00 agent is being on the edge of danger at all times. The job requires a mindset that you must take charge. A testimony of this is Bond's stubbornness, and his not always following my orders. It also means that it is difficult to get 00's to relax and just enjoy. Perhaps with your feminine wiles, you can find a way to make him do as you wish. Consider it a follow up mission on behalf of the British Government. Good luck in your new challenge, and enjoy. Signed M."

Tina handed me back the letter, and said, "You're off duty, according to your boss. And, now I'm in charge. You have a 'get out of jail free' card for the rest of the weekend, James. So what do you say?" 

I thought about Ann's latest letter, which was sitting on my lap again. She must have had her reasons, and I was tired of worrying about my fucking other women, and whether it was the right thing to do or not. Ann wasn't my ex. I knew that. And while I still had the occasional pang of guilt, thinking I was actually slipping down the same slippery slope as what I insisted I would never do...I had Ann's blessing. That made it different. And I loved her for it all the more. It was like she was saying, 'If you love him, set him free, and he'll always be there.' And I would. No matter what, I loved Ann...and I knew that was never going to change no matter how our relationship evolved. 

It made me wonder if I could have done that with the ex and made it work. But the answer came quickly. The ex was a manipulative, conniving bitch. It wasn't that she wanted to have sex with other people. It was that she needed to do it behind my back, like she did to her first husband. That was what thrilled her...the thought of betrayal; the thought of sneaking around. 

I knew that wasn't Ann. And it wasn't me. And it wasn't going to be like that with us, because we were talking about it. In fact, I knew that the next time I spoke with Ann, it would be a sexually charged conversation, because she would be looking for explicit details of what happened on the trip. That made me smile inside and I realized that Tina was about to provide me just one more tale to tell.

So, I answered Tina's question, saying, "Do you think they understood the note?"

"What do you mean?" Tina said as she pulled the top of her dress over her tits, much to my disappointment.

"They won't end up in room seven, will they?"

"There is no room seven, James. And I'm sure that Tammy will direct them where we want them to go."

I wondered where exactly that might be. 



Ann: A Love Story Ch. 28



The van that had been following us turned off the road we were on about 10 miles back. But before they did, they pulled up next to us one last time. The woman in the passenger seat, who was looking more relaxed, and frankly, more attractive by the second, held up a sign of their own. 'See you at 6' was all it said, and then her husband slowed down so they could turn. She gave us a nervous little wave, as he pulled into the turn lane to go left across the divided highway.

"Do you think they'll really come?" I asked Tina.

"He's going to...I'm going to make sure of it. Whether she cums or not is up to you, James. Unless she wants me to help her...but I think that's probably a bit of a stretch."

"You know what I meant, Pussy. Do you think they're back at their house changing their minds right now?"

"Truthfully, I don't know. I hope not. He was cute, and she was hot."

"You got THAT good of a look at them bent over like you were?" 

"Well, I can tell you that she's got killer legs. And she looked pretty good for having a couple of kids, even upside down." 

~*~*~*~*~*~

The Camaro seemed to drive itself the rest of the way to the hotel. Tina and I were passing the time talking about what had happened during the day. Not about the interviews, or what I had done with Carol, or what she and I had done on the mountain together. We didn't even talk any more about the couple that we'd kind of, sort of, invited to meet us at the hotel. Tina wanted to share her day; what she'd done during the time we'd been apart. 

Tina gave me a detailed synopsis of all the things she's seen and done. She gave me a pretty thorough overview of the area. Besides shopping, she talked about the main things you would look for. Schools, health care facilities, restaurants, etc. She talked about all the things to do and places to go. I was amazed at how much, well, recognizance that Tina was able to do from the time she dropped me off until when she picked me up. 

I felt good about being able to give Ann some great information to help her know what it would be like to live in the area. Tina even said she'd gone out and taken some pictures of the plant I might be working at. She said it was still under construction, but it was a massive building. As I quickly looked at a couple photos she'd taken, I had to agree. It looked more like they were building a spaceship, like something out of Star Wars.

We pulled into the parking lot of the hotel a little after 5:00, and I closed the top of car while Tina grabbed the bags of stuff she'd bought. Taking Tina's hand, we walked calmly into the lobby. Johnny was there, a huge smile on his face to greet us. 

"How was your day, Mr. Thomas?"

"Fine thanks. Is Tammy in today?" I asked.

"Yes Sir. She's at the front desk, looking as radiant as ever, Sir."

"Did you have anything to do with that?" Tina asked.

"Yes Miss Roberts. I had the privilege of dining with her a little while ago. I owed her after yesterday."

"Did you eat WITH her...or did you eat her?" Tina asked. Johnny's grin answered for him, and she asked, "So. How was it?"

"Everything I've dreamed it would be. Is there anything I can do for the two of you? Anything at all?" he said, bouncing up and down, eager to please us as well.

I smiled. "Not right now, Johnny. But I'll be sure to let you know if we need you."

"Very well, Sir."

"That's one happy puppy," Tina said when we walked away, commenting on how Johnny was acting.

"Yeah, and apparently he's been busy lapping," I said with a laugh.

I walked through the lobby with Tina on my arm. With me in my suit, and her in her dress, I felt like royalty walking across the marble floor. Tammy saw us, and she had a sheepish grin on her face as we approached the front desk.

"Good Afternoon, Agent Nichols. Do I have any messages?"

"No, Mr. Bond. How did things go today?"

"Great, I think. I feel pretty good about it."

"That's fantastic. So the mission may end up being a success?"

"It has been so far," Tina said, staring at Tammy's neck. She had a fresh young man-made blemish there, which was totally out of character. Tina became agitated, and snapped. "Agent Nichols, it that a hickey on your neck!" 

"Yes," she said, crooking her neck to try and hide it after the fact.

"How can you compromise yourself like that? You could have jeopardized the entire mission. What happened?"

"Johnny got carried away. I'm sorry Pussy."

"That's Agent, or Miss Galore. And as the senior Agent on site, I have no choice but to report you to headquarters."

Tammy was shocked at first, but she finally caught that Tina's anger was all part of the game we were still playing. Playing along, she said, "Please don't Miss Galore. I can't afford to be reassigned again." I laughed a little at Tammy's made up reaction.

"What am I supposed to do? I have protocol to follow."

"Please. I'm begging you. I'll end up in Alaska this time. I'll do anything."

Those were the magic words Tina was looking for. And in truth, I think Tammy wanted to say them. Tina jumped all over it as soon as they came out of Tammy's mouth.

"That's right, you will! It's apparent that you need more training, Agent Nichols. If you don't want headquarters to discipline you again, I may just have to do it myself. What time is your cover job over tonight?"

"Well, I'm supposed to be off at 6:00, but I know I have to hang over about an hour or so. My replacement called and she's going to be late tonight." 

It was either a stroke of luck or a coincidence, depended on your point of view, but that meant Tammy would likely still be behind the counter when, or if, our guests arrived. Tina's mind was spinning, as she tried to figure out what she wanted to do with her newfound power over Tammy. 

I wasn't thinking it would be some kind of bondage or S/M thing. That just wasn't Tina, really. And I wasn't really interested. I'd dabbled a little with it with Dawn, and while I knew there might come a time where I may want to delve into that side of my sexuality again, it wasn't in the theme of Bond to tie up a fellow Agent. Yet, that didn't mean Tina couldn't do something out of the norm. At that point, all kinds of things were running through my head, and I smiled at the possibilities.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Tina and I went up to our room and showered. We were tempted to do it together, but thought better of it. I was too charged up. Tina had let me fuck her in that little hideaway park at the top of the mountain, and she'd sucked me some on the drive back for the entertainment of the couple we had encountered there. But she didn't let me cum, and if she'd have been in the shower when I was, we may not have gotten out of there for a couple of hours.

I let her go first, and then I took a nice long hot shower. I probably should have considered a cold one, but I didn't want to shrivel and shrink. I was still somewhat skeptical that the guests we'd invited to whatever Tina had in mind would even show. It seemed a bit of a stretch that they'd really go through with it. If anything, my guess was that they'd just put their kids to bed early, and fuck each other silly thinking about the good old days. 

I finished up getting ready, complete with a fresh shave of my cock and balls, and stepped out of the bathroom in my towel. Tina was freshly made up, but she was still naked as she sat on the edge of the bed, talking on the phone.

"See you soon!" she said, ended the conversation just as she noticed me.

"Who was that?" I asked.

"That was Melody."

"Who's Melody?"

Tina smiled wickedly, and she stood up and hugged me as she looked into my eyes. "She's our friend with the black minivan. She and Kyle will be here in twenty minutes."

"And Kyle would be?"

"Her husband, silly. Now hurry up and get dressed. We need to be down in the bar when they get here. I have another call to make."

I was stunned. They were actually going to show up, and they bothered to take the time to confirm first. 

"Doesn't that seem odd to you?" I asked Tina, wondering about just how polite it was, like they were confirming a reservation.

"No...it seems like something a wife and mother would do. She's just being practical. She is getting a sitter, after all. All I did was give her a quick rundown of who we are and what we're doing, so they could come ready to have some fun. Dress nice, James...like I said, we're meeting them in the bar downstairs."

I got dressed in a pair of black pants and a white dress shirt, along with the blazer I brought for the interview. It was more casual than the suit Ann had sent, but I thought it fit the bill. That was, until I saw Tina emerge from the bedroom. 

She was wearing a shiny silver camisole dress that was mid-thigh. The front scooped down past her breasts, almost to her navel. The back scooped down lower, all the way to the crack of her luscious ass. 

The dress was held up by two silver chains that ran from shoulder to shoulder across the front and back along her collarbone. Without them, the two thin straps that hung on her shoulders would have easily slid off. The chains only added to the sexiness of the outfit. Tina also had on another new pair of pumps. These were silver, to match the dress, and were similar to the red ones except they had an ankle strap.

"How do I look, James?"

"Perfect, Pussy. Absolutely perfect."

"Thanks, stud. You know, you might want to..."

"Way ahead of you," I said as I got out of the jacket and started to change back into my suit. The pants still looked pretty good, and the jacket was fine. I kept on the new white dress shirt, which helped me feel fresh. But Tina added the finishing touch. She pulled out a black bow tie from out of nowhere, and tied it on for me. It was a good thing, since I didn't know how. It made me wonder how she did. I was sure she picked up the tie during her shopping, but knowing how to expertly tie one was another thing all together. I looked in the mirror, and it was exactly like something Bond would wear to a bar or nightclub. 

"There. Now you look like Bond," she said as she looked at her handy work, saying what I had just been thinking.

I put the holster back on and put the jacket over it.

"Are you packing," I asked Tina, nodding toward her crotch.

She grabbed mine, fondling my cock and balls, and said, "Yes I am, but not as much as you are."

"I can't believe you have that strapped to your thigh in that little dress."

"Me either. I can tell you it feels pretty great though. Every time I take a step, the butt of the gun hits my clit."

"It sounds to me like you planned it that way."

"No, there's just not a lot of room down there. But I can tell you, either the gun is going to go off, or I am," she said with a smile.

~*~*~*~*~*~

As we stood in the bar, waiting on the waitress to bring us our drinks, I asked Tina who she had called.

"I called down to Tammy. I wanted to give her some instructions about what I need her to do." Tina winked, and I knew she wasn't going to be any more forthcoming with answers than she already had, so there was no sense asking any more questions. Unless of course, I wanted to interrogate her to make her talk. 

I'm not sure why, but I ordered a Bond. Vodka martini; shaken, not stirred. I wasn't really a martini drinker. Or a mixed drink drinker for that matter. My taste ran from beer to wine, depending on the setting. But I felt compelled to order it, in a way. 

I thought it would sound odd ordering it, but the waitress just smiled and nodded. Tina had a white wine, and we sat down and waited for our guests to arrive. It was surreal; a double blind date, but with a couple. I was a little nervous, but the martini calmed me pretty quick, and it was better than I expected. Tina was cool, her mind formulating her symbiotic plan where one event would unfold and intertwine with another. There was very little talking between us. She was plotting and scheming, directing what she hoped would happen in her mind before they got there. I was listening to the live band.

And we waited. And waited. Before long, it was well past the time we were told they would meet us. The Bond watch that Ann had sent me had them over twenty minutes late.

"They're not coming, Pussy," I said as I sipped my second martini.

"They'll be here, James. They have kids. They just can't pick up and leave at the drop of a hat. Be patient."

"That's easy for you to say. I believe I gave you a couple of huge orgasms...but I seem to remember you fucking and sucking me and there was no happy ending."

"Your whining is not very becoming of you, stud. You know it's only going to be better because you had to wait. And remember...this is a big step for her, and for him. Do try and be the charming and suave James Bond I know. Please don't be in a rush to get your rocks off just because I didn't do it for you."

"That could be a problem," I said with a smile.

"What...why?" 

I nodded toward the entrance of the bar. There stood Tammy, who was looking around the room. Standing next to her was the happy couple...or the nervous couple. They were nervously happy. Kyle stood about 5'10, and he was both handsome and fit, with dark hair. His wife, Melody, was a knockout, proving that the body below the window of the van that was just as gorgeous as her face. She stood equal to Kyle, so her three-inch heels put her at 5'7", and her short blue dress confirmed Tina's assessment that she had killer legs. She also had a very nice rack. Her lowcut dress showed a lot of her 36D cleavage. She was shifting from foot to foot as she scanned the room, holding her clutch in front of her with both hands. That caused her arms to create the wonderful side effect of pushing those nice melons together and jutting them out. 

Tammy saw us, and pointed toward where we were sitting. Tina made a little wave, gesturing them over to us. I could see Kyle smile at Tina, while Melody gave a bashful grin. It wasn't hard to tell, even from across the darkened room, that she was turning a delightful shade of red.

Leading them to us, Tammy was very professional. But she also looked nervous, which made me wonder why. 

"James, Pussy...I'd like to introduce you to Mr. and Mrs. Kramer."

Kyle stuck out his hand and said, "Actually, that's just our cover names...Kyle and Melody Kramer. But Bond and I have worked a lot of missions together over the years. Good to see you again, James." He winked at me, and I immediately realized he was more than willing to play our game with Tina and me. It was amazing to me that seemingly everyone we came into close contact with wanted to be a part of our little fantasy. But I think I was more amazed that everyone seemed to know Bond...well. 

Taking a guess that I'd be right, I said, "Felix Leiter...how good to see you. How have you been?"

"Good. I know it's been a long time since you've seen her, but this is Honey Ryder. You two were together on that island, I believe." Melody smiled as she hunched her shoulders a little. She was embarrassed, either by her new name, the situation she had gotten herself in, or perhaps a little of both. 

I took her hand and kissed the back of it. "Of course I remember Honey. Who could forget her in that lovely white bikini, looking for seashells on the beach? I'm Bond. James Bond."

Melody giggled and said, "Nice to meet you. I mean...nice to see you...again James."

Tina kicked me lightly on the leg, and said, "Are you going to introduce me properly, James, or are you going to continue to undress her with your eyes?"

"I was thinking about using my hands, actually," I said as I looked into Melody's deep brown eyes, which widened when she heard what I said. I smiled, and turned to Kyle. 

"Felix, I'm not sure you've met one of the CIA's newest agents. This is Miss Pussy Galore. She helped me on a mission in Tennessee a few years back, and signed on with you boys in Langley not that long ago."

Kyle leaned in and kissed Tina on the cheek. "I've not had the pleasure of getting to know Pussy. But I'm looking forward to it."

Tammy rolled her eyes and let out a little laugh. Tina snapped her head and said, "Do you find this funny, Agent Nichols?"

"No, Miss Galore," Tammy said, looking down at the floor.

"I didn't think so. Go get things ready like I told you, and then call Johnny to let us know when everything is set."

Tammy nodded and turned, practically running toward the entrance of the bar.

Tina shook her head. "I'm sorry about Agent Nichols. She's a new agent, and she has a lot to learn."

"Are you in charge of training her?" Kyle asked, trying to get a read on what was going on.

"Sort of. She's currently assigned here, and I've taken her under my wing. But this is my last night with her...so hopefully, she'll get an eyeful of what it takes to be a successful female Agent." 

Melody looked at Kyle, but he just smiled and shrugged and ordered some drinks for him and his wife. We sat down at our dark table in the corner. The guys and girls sat across from each other, so I had Tina to my left and Melody to my right. When the drinks were delivered, Kyle took a long draw on his beer.

Putting his mug back on the table, he said, "So, James. What cover are you using on this mission?"

Tina and I had a distinct advantage. At least, that's what I thought. I didn't know what Tina had told Melody on the phone. We knew their real names, but I didn't know if they knew ours. I toyed with the idea of keeping that secret, but I worried about the inequity that would create for the evening. I didn't want to do anything that would be a deal breaker. "I'm Neil Thomas, who's a manufacturing supervisor from Indiana. And Pussy is Tina Roberts. She supposedly owns a beauty salon."

Kyle sat back and said, "How do those two relate on a mission?"

I felt compelled to give them a version of the real reason Tina and I were there. I wanted them to be a part of the fantasy, if the wanted to. But I also felt that we needed to be honest. So I spun it in a way that bound the two together. 

I had just finished, when a cute waitress came over and said, "Which one of you two girls is Pussy?" Tina raised her hand, and the girl said, "Dammit", and handed her a note.

"What's the problem?" Tina asked.

"Nothing. I just lost a bet, that's all."

"A bet?"

"Yes. I thought this was a prank, and that you'd be insulted. How was I to know?"

"Who did you bet?"

"A kid named Johnny...the notes from him."

"What did you bet?"

"I'd...rather not say," she said with a smile. "I just can't believe he was telling the truth."

"Sorry to disappoint," Tina said as she opened the note.

"Oh, you didn't. The name fits you, sweetie." Tina smiled, but didn't dwell on whether that was praise or an insult. In her mood, she was only going to take it as a positive. 

She read the contents of the note, and stood up. "It's time for us to go. Dinner's almost ready."

~*~*~*~*~*~

Tina had taken the liberty of ordering dinner for all of us, to be delivered to our room. We all rode up the elevator together, with Melody still clinging tightly to Kyle, which was understandable. She was nervous. But she was also loosening up, and I was sure the glass of wine she had in he bar helped.

When we got to the room, the dinner hadn't arrived yet. So, we sat in the living room area and made small talk, trying to get to know one another while still playing the spy game. Kyle was my age, 28, while Melody was 26. They'd been married 6 years, and they had two girls. One was 3, and the other was about to turn 1. Kyle and Melody had been much like Ann and I, or Dawn and I...or at the moment, Tina and I. They had been adventurous and daring sexually. But along came kids, and the stigma that comes with that incredible responsibility totally changed that side of their lives together. 




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 28



We were engrossed in how they reacted to what they saw Tina and I doing on the mountain, and then what we did in the car as we teased them on the highway, when the phone rang. It startled us, but I got up to retrieve it. It was Johnny, who let me know that he was on his way up with the food, and that he needed to speak with Tammy.

"She's not here," I said quietly.

"She's in the bedroom, hiding. It's all part of whatever's going on. I'm supposed to tell you to yell for her to come out and get ready for me to bring the food in."

"Where are you?"

"On the elevator, two floors below you and rising. I'll be there in under two minutes. Just put the phone on the table and yell for Tammy." I turned to look at Tina, who just nodded and winked.

I couldn't think of anything else to say, so I just yelled, "Agent Nichols!", and put the phone on the table like Johnny asked me to do. 

Tammy walked out of the bedroom, wearing a little white apron that covered her boobs and came down just past her crotch. Other than that, the only thing she was wearing was her black heels, which we confirmed as she walked past us on her way to the foyer of the suite. We all got a wonderful view of her exposed ass and back as she confidently strutted by. She was proud, and she seemed very excited as she walked over and picked up the phone. 

Kyle and Melody looked at Tina, who said, "This is part of her training. She's going to serve us dinner. Just relax and enjoy it." Melody looked at Kyle, who shrugged and smiled.

Soon after, there was a knock on the door, and seconds later Tammy brought in the food cart. She set the table for us, and played waitress while we ate a wonderful meal. Tina had ordered an Italian chicken entrée that was delicious. Yet the thing that kept the meal interesting was Tammy, who acted like nothing was unusual. But her state of dress, and arousal, wasn't lost on us, and the arousal part was rubbing off on Melody.

After dinner, the four of us returned to the living area, all of us horny, and yet, uneasy. It seemed that the hardest part of swapping, besides my cock at the time, was going to be that initial decision that it's time to start. How do you do that and not appear to be overanxious? It appeared that we were going to be content on just watching Tammy's magnificent ass as she bent over the table to clean up our mess. To my amazement, it was Melody, not Tina, who finally broached the subject. And she was blunt about it.

"I realize this may be a bit presumptuous on my part, but I thought we were invited here to fuck. Am I missing something?"

"Honey!" Kyle said in surprise. He could have meant the character Melody had been pretending to be, or perhaps it was just his normal term of endearment for her. But either way, he couldn't believe she'd said it.

"I'm sorry, babe...but you talked me into this, and now I'm really horny. So either he's going to fuck me, or you are," she said pointing at me first, and then her husband. "But one way or another, it needs to happen pretty soon or I'm going to go nuts!"

Tina said, "I'm sorry, Honey. I've been trying to decide how to do this so it doesn't make you uncomfortable, but I didn't know how."

"I'm way past that point. I'm getting close to just getting myself off, and that's not what I came here for. At least I hope not," Melody said; an almost desperate tone to her voice.

"Okay, well, let me ask a couple of quick questions, and then we can get started."

"Questions? Seriously? I just want to do this. It's been a long time since I've been wild like YOU were today, Pussy. The kids...and I love them with all of my heart; but they've caused a serious change in our relationship, and Kyle's...shit...Felix is right, I need to get that part of me back. I don't want to wait until I'm in my forties to do it. There's no reason I can't be a mom, and be a horny little wife that loves to fuck."

Tina patted Melody on her thigh and said, "I'm right there with you...well, except for the 'wife and mom' part. But I agree with the 'horny' and the 'little', and the 'loves to fuck' parts. And I want to get started too, but I have a couple of things I need to make sure of first."

"Okay...what!" Melody said impatiently.

"First, I need to know if you're both okay with having your picture taken."

"What? Why?" Kyle said.

"Well, we told you about James having to keep Moneypenny up to date on the mission. We can't do anything we aren't willing to share with her."

Kyle scratched his head and said, "I'm really starting to get confused...there are so many names floating around it's hard for me to keep track of what's real and what's part of this little..." He stopped for a moment, then said, "What the hell is this, anyway?"

Melody looked at Kyle and rolled her eyes. She made a little sigh like a mother having her patience tried, and said, "Sometimes I think I have three little ones. If you don't mind, we need to take a time out for a second."

Tina and I looked at each other. We really didn't know what she meant, but Tina said, "Uh...okay."

Melody returned her attention to Kyle, who was still struggling. "Kyle, you really need to keep up. Now pay attention. What Neil and Tina are doing is role playing. You already knew that...you're the one that came up with the Felix and Honey characters on the way over, remember?"

"Yeah, but I got lost...why do they need our pictures?"

"For Ann. That's her name right?" Melody said, looking at me. I nodded, not really remembering how we slipped that into the conversation so that they would understand. Maybe that was another thing Tina had told her on the phone before I walked out of the bathroom. But it appeared only Melody got it. "You see. Her name is Ann."

"And who is Ann, again?" he asked.

"Ann is Neil's fiancée. And Tina is either her step sister, or just a really good friend." I nodded to the second one, which made Melody smile because she got it right. "Ann is in California, and she and Neil apparently have an open relationship, and she gets off on him being with other women, or something like that. Anyway, she wants to be a part of this, but she can't because she's so far away. So the only way for that to happen is for them to take pictures. How am I doing so far?"

"Pretty good," Tina replied.

"Okay, so what's with the whole Bond thing? Where did that come from?" she asked.

"I love Bond films," I said, "and Ann's using that to make our trip more interesting. And to boost my confidence a little, so that it would help me give a better interview. So far, it's worked."

"So, Ann's okay with you fucking around?" Kyle asked me directly.

"Absolutely not. And I wouldn't be if she were to fuck around either. I've been there with my first wife. But I'm not fucking around. Fucking around is when you do it behind your spouses' back...it's an affair. That's not what Ann and I are about. We've involved each other. It's not like I'm out just fucking women and telling her about it afterwards. I would never do that. If I fuck anyone, it's because she not only knows about it ahead of time, she set it up in some way."

Melody looked a little puzzled and said, "But how could she set this up with us?"

Tina put her hand on Melody's thigh. "She didn't. I did. But Ann asked me to be the entertainment coordinator for this part of the trip. I just have to provide pictures so that she can see what happened. I think she feels better about everything when she can be here, even after the fact. And I know she gets off on it when Neil calls her and tells her the stories. So, what do you think? Can we take the pictures?"

"I don't know," Kyle said nervously.

"What kind of pictures?" Melody asked. 

"Well, they would be very graphic. It's documentation, Mel. There's no point in sending Ann pictures of us talking like this. There's nothing hot about that."

"No...I mean what kind of pictures, as in, what kind of film?"

"Oh...we're using a Polaroid."

Melody winked at her husband and said, "I'm okay with it."

"Are you sure," Kyle said, still worried.

"It's a Polaroid, sweetie. There aren't any negatives. No one's going to have to develop them. As long as we get some of our own to keep, I don't care."

Tina nodded and looked over toward Tammy, motioning her over. Tammy had finished cleaning up the table, and she was standing by like a fly on the wall, waiting for her next instructions. Tina whispered into her ear, and Tammy nodded and took off for the bedroom. Melody looked at Tina, who said, "We can do that for you...I'm just having Tammy make some arrangements to get some more film. We don't want to run out." 

"You mean, Agent Nichols?" Melody asked, starting up the game again.

"Yes, Honey. Agent Nichols is going to be our photographer. That was my second question. Are you okay with being watched?"

"I don't know yet, but I'm not going to let it stop me. How about you, Felix?" Melody said to her husband. 

"I'm okay with it if you are."

"Good...anything else, Pussy?"

"Just one more thing. I want to split us up."

"What do you mean by that?" Melody asked.

"Separate rooms. Group sex might be great, but I think it will be easier to be less inhibited if you don't see what Felix is doing with me. And he'll perform better for me if he isn't thinking about what you're doing with James."

Melody and Kyle looked at each other. I'm not sure they thought through all of the ramifications of their decision to join us. Now that they were on the cusp of partaking in what most would consider a forbidden pleasure, albeit they were both going to do it together, being physically apart while it happened might be a deal breaker. I figured if they balked, Tina would cave and we'd all end up in the bedroom together. 

Melody looked thoughtfully at Kyle for the longest time, and finally worked up the courage to say, "She's right, babe. Please don't be upset, but I don't think I can let go if I know you're watching me. I want to enjoy this. And I want you to enjoy it too."

Kyle exhaled, letting out a huge sigh. "Whew...thank God you feel that way. I really wanted to say the same thing, but I didn't know how. I didn't want to make you upset."

They hugged each other, and kissed quickly. Melody looked at Tina, and the stare said it all. She didn't want any more questions, and she didn't want any more delays. Tina shook her head quickly and said, "I'm done. Where do you want to go?"

I was done to. If Melody was that fired up to be with me, I wasn't waiting for another decision to be made. "You and Felix can have the bedroom. I'd like to be with Honey right here, if that's all right with her," I said, taking charge of the last detail.

Melody blushed, but she nodded her head and said, "That would be fine...James."

~*~*~*~*~*~

Melody melted into my arms as I took her and dipped her like we were on the dance floor downstairs at the bar. I kissed her, and she showed no hesitation in kissing me back. She rapped one arm around my back and pulled my head harder into her mouth with her other hand. Our tongues met, and they twirled around each other, dancing together. I held her like that for a moment, peering into her brown eyes.

"I've never had anyone do that to me before, James."

"Done what, Honey? Dip you?"

"Yes," she said breathlessly as I kissed her neck softly.

"I wonder how many more times I can make you say that tonight?" I whispered into her ear.

"Oh...fuck!" she mewed. We hadn't even undressed yet, and I had her panting and cursing like my cock was buried inside her.

There was a flash, and the whir of the little motor spitting out a picture. "What was that?" Melody asked, startled by the interruption. 

"A picture. Relax and get used to it."

"Sorry...I forgot. It just surprised me...we aren't really doing anything yet."

I lifted her up, and held her for a moment. "Maybe we should do something about that then," I said, running my hands down her back. I stopped short of her ass, massaging her lower back as I kneaded my fingers into her body. Melody gave me an indication that she'd wished I hadn't stopped at her hips, as she grabbed my ass and squeezed it tight.

"Do you work out?" she asked.

"Are we talking Honey to Bond, or Melody to Neil."

"Truthfully, I love this game, because I've always found role playing exciting. But I think I'd really just like to be with Neil right now. I don't know enough about Bond movies to make good conversation. At least not with a guy that's as big of a fan as you seem to be."

"Well, I don't have a problem with that, but we can't tell, Pussy, and we need to be careful around Agent Nichols."

"How about if we call each other by our play names, but talk as ourselves? Is that okay?"

"Of course, Honey. I want you to be comfortable about this. So, to answer your question, I don't work out. But I do play a lot of sports, and lately, I've found myself fucking a lot," I said as I moved the cloth of her shimmering blue dress off her shoulder, and in the process, getting my first glimpse of her lacy red bra strap. I smiled at the thought of unwrapping her.

"We're going to fuck now, aren't we?" Melody said, almost pleading. I wanted her to plead; to beg.

"Is that what you want?" She nodded, but that wasn't good enough for me. I hissed at her, making her feel my steam. "Tell me Honey. Tell me what you want."

"God yes, fuck me James!"

"Do you want me to fuck you like I was fucking Pussy when you saw us?" Again she nodded, but she knew by my stare that that wasn't good enough.

"Oh...yes...fuck me like you fucked her!"

"What excited you about that?" I asked, drawing out the preamble and making her squirm. 

"I...I loved that you were fucking her outdoors!" Melody's expression gave me the impression that she thought she had said something safe. She knew I wouldn't take her outside, so she gave me an answer that would force me to just fuck her and give her what she needed. But in that answer, came an answer of my own. I smiled, knowing almost at once what I wanted to do. But first, I also wanted to make it a memorable experience, and to me, that meant going slow and deliberate. 

"Let me help you out of that dress," I said as I turned her around. I slipped the dress over her shoulders, and she let it drop in one fell swoop. It pooled around her ankles, and she stepped out of it and turned around, making a slow pirouette. 

Melody was nervous, looking for validation in my eyes. She was a young mother of two, worried that her body may not seem alluring enough anymore. I couldn't stop smiling. Actually, it was a grin. A big, shit eating grin. 

"Do you work out?" I asked, going the lazy route and using a line she had used on me.

But being self conscious, Melody looked at herself and said, "Why...do I need to?"

I shook my head frantically, and said, "NO, you're perfect...whatever you're doing, keep doing it."

"Really?" she said, her face changing from self doubt to wonderment, and then she beamed with confidence. It was like a light switch turned on, which was triggered by the flash of another picture taken by our event photographer. Melody turned toward Tammy, and her personality really kicked in. She posed for the camera, showing off her exquisite red bra and panty set. She had the kind of panties that rode high on the hips, and covered just a portion of her fleshy ass. In a word, she was looking and acting voluptuous. 

I didn't lie to her. Melody looked amazing. She must have worked hard to get her body back into such great shape. She was curvy and soft, but that only made her more attractive. Her stomach was flat, and while it wasn't as toned as it might have been before, those soft curves were perfectly sexy. Her tits were big and full, practically spilling out of her push up bra. 

"You're overdressed," she said as she walked over and pulled at my bowtie, pulling it out from my collar and throwing it on the floor with her dress.

"I thought you wanted me to be like I was on the mountain with Pussy?" I asked, wanting to reaffirm her musing that she wanted to be fucked like I'd done to Tina when they first pulled into that parking lot.

"I said I wanted to be fucked like that. I never said I wanted you dressed though. I want you naked for my pictures." She removed my suit jacket, and chuckled when she saw my holster and gun. "Wow, you're really into this, aren't you." 

"Actually, this was Ann's idea. But it's amazing how just wearing it has changed me. That probably sounds silly. It seems a little absurd even to me, but I could totally feel the difference in my confidence today during the interview."

As she removed it and placed it carefully on the coffee table, Melody said, "No, it's not silly. I haven't felt this good about myself in I don't know how long. But wearing this," she said, twirling in her lingerie, "totally makes me feel hot and sexy again. I guess sometimes you have to dress the part to believe in yourself, and in your case, it's really the suit that makes you look hot. But the gun does add an element of 'danger' that pretty sexy too." 

It was like Melody was trying to build me up too, even though I didn't think I needed it. Maybe she just needed to get herself into the thought of being with me. Regardless, I let her unbutton my shirt while I kicked off my shoes and lifted my legs to pull off my socks. She pulled the tail of the shirt from my pants, and removed it. Looking at my smooth chest, she ran her hand across it. 

"It's been a long time since I've been with a man without hair on his chest. It feels so wonderful," she said, leaning in to kiss my sternum. That statement meant she was in for a huge surprise in just a moment. But it was my turn. She reached for the waist of my pants, and I gently grabbed her wrists.

"My turn, Honey. You've already seen me."

"I have?" she said, batting her big brown eyes at me. They weren't as mesmerizing Ann's, who had the most amazing chocolate brown eyes I'd ever seen. But they were very warm and inviting. 

"Yes, you have. It's the reason you're here...because Pussy showed it to you." That sounded terribly conceited as soon as it came out of my mouth and I immediately regretted that it even entered my mind. It wasn't like me to brag about my cock. I never did that, unless it was with someone I'd already been with numerous times. And even then, I would be playful, not boastful. I'd been very blessed in that department; I knew that. So I had always taken the position that I'd let my cock speak for itself, which had always worked for me. Bragging only makes guys seem shallow, and that's a big enough turn off to drive away women no matter how big your cock is. I cringed thinking I'd just done something that might have turned Melody off. 

Instead, I got a surprising reaction. She blushed, her left shoulder rising as she acted embarrassed. "God...how did you know that? Was it that obvious?"

I could have been honest and said I was sorry for being so arrogant and 'man' like. Actually, I should have been honest. But the Bond in me at the moment almost compelled me to be conceited. Maybe that's what made me say it in the first place, although that's a weak excuse. I knew better. 

Still, I played the part and said, "Yes, Honey. It was very obvious the way you were drooling when you watched her get ready to suck it."

"Oh...Shit. Please James, don't tell...Felix," she said in a real panic, hugging me close. She'd stammered on the name again, having to think about it. But she meant Kyle.

"Why? Is there a problem?"

"Let's just say that he's not as...gifted...as you are."

"Why does that matter?"

"It doesn't. But I'm just saying that..."

"Honey, if you reacted that way, it must matter."

Melody was nervous again, and the whole thing was about to fall apart. I could see it in her eyes. My big mouth was about to wreck havoc on the evening. But Tina saved the day. Even through the door, we could hear her scream for Kyle to fuck her harder, and yell about how great his dick felt to her. Tammy took off to the call of her scream, wanting to make sure she the captured action in both rooms. And since there wasn't anything happening to speak of in the one I was in, she went towards the sounds of something more compelling.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 28



"I don't hear Pussy complaining about Felix not being so 'gifted'. I think you're worried for nothing, Honey. Now, they seem to be way ahead of us, and we need to do something about that."

I reached around Melody and unclasped her bra. Moving my hands along her skin to her shoulders, I hooked my fingers in the straps. Melody let out a nervous sigh and stepped back, letting me get my first glimpse of her wonderful tits. They stayed firm and bounced a little as she moved backwards to let me have a better look.

"You're beautiful," I said, moving my index finger to call her back towards me. 

Melody heard another scream from the bedroom, and moved her hands back to my belt. "May I, James?" she asked softly. I nodded, and she quickly unbuckled, unbuttoned, and unzipped. Letting go of my pants, they dropped to the floor, and I stepped out of them and into her arms, undressed. My hard cock pressed into her stomach, and she grabbed my ass again.

She put her head into my shoulder and cooed. "Much better without the clothes. Wait...you're not wearing underwear."

"And?"

"And, you're not wearing underwear. I've never had a..."

"That's twice," I said, reminding her of her statement that 'No one had ever done that with her before.' It was a bit of a stretch, but she got my point. She also got the one stabbing her in the abdomen, and she dropped to her knees, coming face to cock with my rigid member for the first time. 

Melody's mouth opened, not to swallow me, but to gasp. She ran her hands over my smoothly shaved pubic area, including my cock and balls. She mouthed, 'Oh my GOD!' but the words never came out. I knew she would react that way after her comment about my hairless chest. 

"That's three, right?" I said.

Her head nodded, but her eyes never blinked. They grew wider, and her nostrils flared like a thoroughbred horse sucking in air as it ran. Transfixed, Melody engulfed my shaft, ramming as much down her throat as she could. She wasn't as excited about the size of my shaft as much as my being shaved bare. The best part was Tammy returned just in time to get her reaction and those first few sucks on film, before she ran back to the bedroom to take more pictures of the action in there.

It was a frantic blowjob. Melody's technique was all over the place. I'm sure she was better at it than she was showing, but she was so excited she was sucking for herself, and not necessarily trying to please me. Not that it was bad. A bad blowjob is still better than your hand, in almost any cases. And this wasn't bad...it was just...frantic. I let her go for a while, before giving her the indication that I wanted more. 

Melody stood up, a little woozy on her feet. Her brown eyes had become almost fully black from being so dilated. I lifted her, and carried her to the dining table we'd eaten at just a little while before. It was time for my dessert. Melody snapped out of her trance when I reached for her panties, and she lifted her legs so that I could slide them off her long, slender legs. 

She had a few little stretch marks, but nothing to be ashamed of. Truthfully, if you didn't know she was a mom, you wouldn't think twice about it. The fact was that they only made her sexier. Long before the phrase was ever coined, Melody was a MILF. Not the 35 to 40 year old version that dominates the thoughts of most men when you say it now. She was a young mother, with young kids, who didn't look the part.

I sighed to myself as I looked at her heavenly mound. She wasn't shaved, but her soft brown fuzz was closely cropped, and I couldn't wait to feel it with something other than my hand, which was busy stroking it. Even as I stood, I could smell the distinctive aroma of a woman way beyond aroused. Melody knew what I wanted, and she parted her legs slowly, but seductively; inviting me to delve in and taste her. I pulled up a chair and settled down to dine once more.

It seemed the last dozen women I had been with had been shaved. They were either totally bare, like Tina, or they were sporting just a growth on their pubic area, like my beloved Ann and her thin, sexy landing strip that pointed it's way toward her perfect pussy. But they all shaved around their cunts, including Denise, whom Dawn shaved before we had our fun with her in the hotel room back in Ann Arbor. 

Yet, Melody brought back to mind just how sexy it can be not to be bare, as long as you groom very well. Sure, there was always the chance of a stray hair finding its way to your mouth. But that was a small price to pay for doing something you love; and I loved eating a woman. I loved how each one had a distinctive flavor; each wonderful in their own way. And I loved how each woman would react differently to what I did to them...how, like a puzzle, I had to figure out what fit together to make them squirm with desire.

Melody was no exception as far as her own personal taste. She was as sweet as the fragrance she was offering. But she was different, in that she was responsive to anything I did. She started cumming almost as soon as I placed my tongue against her wet slit and licked along her spread lips that first moment. While it was a conceited thought, I always felt I was very good at cunnilingus. But it was hard for me to believe the way Melody was acting that I was THAT good. After a couple of minutes, I began to wonder if I'd found an unexpected entry for the list of things that no man had ever done with her before.

I couldn't count the number of times that Melody came. I know the camera flashed at least a dozen times, if not more. And Melody never knew, nor did she care. Tammy was just another part of the surroundings at that point. Interesting, since the wonderful view of her now totally naked form wasn't lost on me. Even as I ate Melody, I couldn't help but glance at our photographer and check out her nice tits as she displayed them for us. 

I finally had to stop, not because I was tired, or because I had my fill of Melody's lovely pussy and its juices. It wasn't even because I really needed to fuck her, although my cock could make that argument. I stopped because Melody had gotten so hard to handle. She was writhing around so much that she was dangerously close to the edge of the table, and I knew in the position I was in I wouldn't be able to catch her if she fell off.

Moving to the side of the table, I leaned down and kissed her. She was dazed for over a minute while our mouths meshed together. But slowly, she reached up and grabbed my head, and ran her fingers through my thick blond hair as she slipped her tongue past my lips. She didn't seem to care that she tasted herself on my mouth and face. And that made it that much sexier for me. I could see why women went nuts when I tasted myself on them, although I knew what I tended to do was much rarer. 

I moved down to Melody's neck, and kissed my way to her chest. Usually, I started there on my way to a pussy. But since I began between her legs, I wanted to spend some time a little farther north. Her breasts were so magnificent and perfect that I couldn't ignore them any longer. When I went to suck on the one nearest me, Melody said, "Careful. They're tender, and you'll get a mouthful."

I laughed, thinking I wanted more than a mouthful. But I didn't anticipate what she meant. I latched on, covering my mouth over her entire areola, thinking that if she were teasing me with her comment, I would show her just how big a mouth I had. When I hollowed my mouth to create some vacuum, preparing to flick my tongue over her swollen nipple, I was suddenly treated to a mouthful of warm mother's milk. It never occurred to me that Melody might still be lactating. 

I swallowed hard, and released her breast quickly, fearing I'd treaded into a taboo area that might have negative repercussions. I sat up, and my face flushed with a nervous bewilderment as I swallowed again, this time out of habit, causing Melody to burst out laughing.

"That's one for me, James. Maybe I can get you to admit a couple more times that you've never had a woman with you that did something."

Melody took her other breast and pointed it at me, squeezing her nipple hard. I was hit on the face and chest with a spray of her milk, and I smiled. "That's two. I can't believe that...it's so..." 

"Yeah...Felix thinks so too. I quit breastfeeding three months ago, but he loves it when I have my tits full of milk. So, I decided this time to keep pumping them to keep me lactating. It makes them bigger, and it makes me feel hot...I like the feeling of being such a complete woman, even when they hurt," Melody said as she reached down and milked my cock, pulling hard at it. At that moment, I knew I had to have her, and she felt the same way. She said as much, picking up where she left off before.

"Fuck me James. Fuck me like you were fucking Pussy on the mountain!"

"I'd love to fuck you out in the open, Honey. I want to show you off while I fuck your hot little pussy."

"God yes! Fuck me in front of the world James!" she said as she got lost in the moment.

Melody was lying on the table, her legs hanging over the edge toward the floor; and they were still lewdly splayed open after I'd eaten her. Her knees were facing the wall, no more than ten feet from it. I got up and walked to the far end of that wall, and pulled the cord. 

Behind the curtain were the windows, which were full length from the floor to the ceiling and from wall to wall. They stretched 100 feet wide, the entire width of that part of the suite. We were on the top floor of the 10 story hotel, on the very end, and the view faced the very mountains Tina and I had crossed just hours before. 

Melody sat up, staring out into the distance. She was overlooking the town she most like lived in. Or, at least one she lived nearby. Her eyes were transfixed on the grand view, as the sun was midway towards it's decent over the mountain, the early evening suddenly racing towards dusk. 

Walking back towards my date for the evening, I stood in front of Melody between her and the window, showing my naked backside to Northern Virginia. She looked up at me, her face like an innocent child as she studied mine. She was silent, and I let her be. If what we were going to do was meant to be, I wanted Melody to be sure. We'd had fun up to that point, but this was going to cross a line that she'd never be able to uncross. I wasn't going to force it. Even though this was totally different, having been on the wrong end of a marriage where I couldn't trust my partner, I wanted to make absolutely sure I gave Melody every opportunity to stop before she went any further.

Kyle had no such reservations. Tina was hollering that she was about to cum again, and there was little doubt that he was the cause. Melody looked past me, past the glass, past her life as she knew it to that point. Her ears couldn't help but hear Tina, and when she came, Melody let out a little half laugh as her face broke out into a smile. She stared at the floor for a moment, and then looked over at Tammy, who was waiting to see if she should stay to capture a magic moment, or race off to snap pictures of some actual action.

Melody turned her attention, and her smile, back towards me. "You're going to fuck me in front of that window, aren't you?" 

It wasn't a question. It was more like Melody was stating a fact. She was saying, bluntly, that I was going to fuck her in front of that window. I simply agreed, by announcing confidently, "Yes, Honey. I am."

Melody hopped off the table and strutted over to the very center of the window. She stood a couple of feet away from the glass, and made an exaggerated point of placing her feet shoulder width apart to open her hips, giving me a special view of her labia. She reached up and fondled her tits, playing with them lightly. Taking a deep breath, she exhaled and looked over her shoulder. Reaching up, she leaned forward and placed her hands firmly against the glass, spreading wide like she was a suspect waiting to be frisked.

"If I remember, you were fucking Pussy from behind. Right?"

I nodded my head, but said, "Yes. She was grabbing her ankles."

"James, if you don't mind, I'd rather stand like this. There's no point in fucking me here if I can't be seen. That's the point, isn't it? To fuck me in front of the world and let them know I'm yours for right now?"

Again, it wasn't really a question. It was a statement, and my cock throbbed in response. Tammy took two pictures of Melody flashing herself, and then two when I first entered her surprisingly tight pussy. She left us to capture Tina's latest orgasm, as I began fucking Melody towards hers.

I started slowly, as Melody groaned loudly on my first few thrusts. I didn't want to hurt her, and she seemed to be breathing funny.

"Are you okay?" 

"Yeah. I'm just doing breathing exercises, James. I feel so full. It's like I'm giving birth again."

"Is it that bad?" I asked, stopping for a second.

Melody pushed her hands against the glass and forced her cunt over my cock. "No James. It feels that wonderful. Fuck me. Fuck me like you were fucking Pussy. Hard and hot!"

I grabbed her ribs, just under her beasts, and forged ahead, steadily picking up the pace as I rammed my cock into her. I went from short stabbing strokes, to a long fluid motion where I rotated my hips upward on the in stroke, trying to lift her off her feet. I wanted her to feel the power that letting go could bring. The power that comes from being free of your inhibitions; free from the boundaries that life straps you down with and hold you prisoner in day to day existence we all are confined by.

Melody responded, letting herself go completely. Leaning forward farther, she pressed her chest up against the glass, smashing her tits into the window. She didn't fear crashing through. Instead, she trusted, and relinquished herself to my desires, and hers.

We fucked like that for quite a while. Three trips worth, by my count of Tammy's sporadic flashing of the camera. The sun was just starting to set over the mountain, shades of orange and pink filling the darkening sky. It made the magic we were creating together even more magical. 

"I'm going to cum!" Melody loudly announced, and her legs began to shake. I pinned her body against the window with mine, holding my cock deep inside her as she had her first orgasm caused by my cock. But she was unsteady, so once she calmed just a little, I knew I had to get her in a different position. I pulled my cock out, and Melody let out a little gasp. "God, NO! Please, James! Put your cock back inside me!" 

"Stay put, Honey. You won't be empty for long." 

I pulled the table right up next to the window, and helped Melody back up onto it, with her ass on the very edge. I stood between her legs and reached to grab them. Melody spread them wider as I hooked her knees with my forearms. 

I'm not sure why, but Melody felt compelled to grab my cock and feed it to her pussy. I've always found it incredibly sexy when a woman is so horny she personally stuffs herself with a hard cock. Multiply that by 100 when it's someone like Melody, trying to recapture her lost sense of sexual adventure; and of course, the fact that it was my cock.

I found a fast, steady rhythm, and Melody was soon crying out as she came again. She stared out the window, looking down on the town below. It was dark outside, and the room was dark too. Her body was tense. She seemed to be uneasy as we fucked in the safeness of the shadows. Being on display, however unlikely it was she was seen, had made her come alive. Now that she was hidden, the thrill was gone. That is, until the camera flashed again.

Tammy took two pictures. In the first, Melody saw an image reflected against the glass that made her catch her breath. She turned her head to face the camera for the second, and her eyes went wild as she saw the image firsthand as Tammy pressed button to ignite the strobe.

Melody was being watched again. And this time it wasn't just wonderment if anyone was looking through a window, watching her being taken. This time she knew for sure, because that anyone was a someone; a someone who was just a couple feet away in the room with us. Looming next to Tammy stood Johnny, holding a big handful of Polaroid film cartridges, and wearing a big grin on his face. The thrill returning, Melody came from the excitement. Another flash of the camera showed that Johnny had removed his hard prick, and Tammy stood there and stroked it with her free hand. Or maybe it was Tammy that who pulled it out. In the dark, I couldn't see well enough to know.

Melody couldn't either, and that bothered her. "Turn on a light, please," she said in the general direction of Tammy, who walked away and flipped on two lights instead, illuminating us. Now we were in the spotlight. With it being dark outside, we had a better chance of someone seeing us, even on the tenth floor. In fact, it was much more likely that we could be seen than earlier, when we were directly in the window, but there was daylight outside.

Melody didn't care about the window, and who might be looking. She only cared about what I was doing to her stretched pussy, and the new admirer that had moved a step closer, stroking his own cock now. Tammy had stayed back by the light switch, waiting to see if she needed to take another picture or head to the bedroom. She ended up staying with us a while longer, as things were about to get just a little more interesting. 

"Get undressed," Melody said in a husky voice that sounded both desperate and controlled at the same time. Johnny nearly ripped his cloths off, and Melody looked up to me. Her eyes were glassy, but she knew what she was doing; and what she wanted.

Moments later, I was being photographed participating in my first threesome that involved another guy. Melody was enthusiastically sucking Johnny's cock while I fucked her from behind. And it was evident by her technique that Melody was now totally relaxed. She was a much better cocksucker than she'd shown me earlier, and I smiled as I watched Johnny throw his head back as his hand held Melody's head to his groin. 

Melody had wanted to change positions, and we were now standing directly in front of the window again, but we were sideways so that our profiles could be seen out the window. She was bent at the waist, her right hand holding Johnny's shaft, while her left grabbed his ass to steady herself. I had her hips, and I was pounding her cunt for all I was worth. 

The excitement of the situation was too much for Melody. She came again, triggering a pretty quick response from Johnny. He announced he was going to cum with her, and Melody clamped her mouth tight over his cock and held his ass with both hands. I kept pumping, but slowed a little, trying to hold off until she'd finished swallowing him. When she had, I pulled out and made her turn around. 

"I'm cumming, Honey!" I yelled, and Melody quickly got on her knees, bowing in front of my cock. Grabbing my cock, she stuffed it in her mouth and stroked me, bringing me off. I unloaded with a loud groan, and Melody's performance was stunning. She swallowed every drop, not missing any, and not letting any spill past her lips. I didn't cum as much as my largest loads, but it was still better than average. I was impressed. Tammy was a little disappointed.

"Aw, I wanted a picture him cumming!" she whined.

Melody smiled sheepishly and said, "Sorry. It's a habit. I don't like to waste sperm...it tastes too good. I've never been photographed having sex before...I'll try to do better next time."

I didn't have a next time. None of us had a next time. Johnny had to get back to work, and I was drained. Melody seemed okay with the fact that I knew I was spent. Tammy, however, was horny beyond belief, and Melody felt guilty about having a threesome behind Kyle's back. So, she told Tammy to join in with Tina, and she'd take the photos of it. I sat in the corner of the bedroom and watched Melody take picture after picture of her husband fucking two amazing women. 




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 29



It was a gray, misty morning. Nothing like the beautiful one filled with blue skies and sunshine we'd had the day before. It certainly wasn't convertible weather. It seemed like a waste, having to keep the top up on the rented Camaro as Tina and I headed to the airport for our flight back to Indiana. Actually, our first flight was going to Texas, and then eventually on to Indiana. It was going to be a long, long day, and I really wasn't looking forward to it. 

I'd mostly gotten past my hatred of flying. I didn't fear it any more. But air travel is a hassle, what with the waiting, the layovers, the potential for lost luggage and the crowds. But there was little we could do. Driving home wasn't realistic, at least as far as the cost. But I knew I could drive the distance from Dulles to Fort Wayne in about 9 hours, and I was looking at more than that to fly home, based on the flight schedule we had due to the suddenness of the trip.

We had to get up and drive to the airport early. Then mixing in all the waiting, the flying, the layover, more flying and then getting our luggage; plus getting to my car, and the drive home...it was looking more like 11 hours from the time we got up until I'd get Tina home. If you can drive from one destination point to the other faster than you can fly it, then in my book, it's officially a hassle.

We'd gotten up at 6 to get ready, pack, and get to going. The flight was at 9:30, and with returning the car and the drive to the airport, we were on the road by 7:00, grumpy and tired. 

~*~*~*~*~*~

Kyle and Melody had left the suite at one in the morning. Kyle was clutching about 50 pictures in his hand as they walked out, explicit reminders of their evening. The two of them were both sweaty and smelled of sex, but they didn't want to shower. Melody insisted on going home like she was.

"You're the one that wanted me to be a slut again, babe. You should've been careful what you wished for...I don't think I'm going to be able to stop now that you got me started," she said as she looked at the picture she was holding; one of her in a threesome with me and Johnny.

"I'm fine with that, Mel. I told you, we should be able to be parents, and still have the fun we used to have. We just have to be careful, and creative."

We said goodbye, and Tina and I were asleep within minutes. Tammy was in the shower, washing off the huge load of cum Kyle had shot on her back. We didn't hear her leave, but we did find the thank you note on the hotel stationary she left next to Tina's new dildo. She wrote that she left it there because she knew we'd find it...something about putting it next to an item she knew Tina would never leave behind.

We didn't see her on the way out. Johnny either. They were both off work, and I wondered silently if they would still fuck each other now that we were leaving. And I wondered how Melody and Kyle's life had changed, and what the world had in store for them once they got home to the kids. I hoped it wasn't regret. That's the thing about serendipitous sex. You never know what things get churned up in the wake once the ships that pass in the night move on. 

~*~*~*~*~*~

Tina had packed everything that Ann had sent us carefully in her luggage. We didn't need any headaches carrying pretend weapons on board, but she insisted that we take them with us. 

"Ann went to a lot of trouble to make this trip special for you, and for me. Can you even imagine the lengths she had to go through to do all of this...and in what, two days? And who knows, you may have to be Bond for her one day." When she put it like that, I didn't want her to throw them out either.

Ann had gone to a lot of trouble. I still couldn't figure out how she'd pulled all of it off, from clear across the country, in such a short amount of time. It was something I was certain we were going to talk about the next time we talked. And I knew I was that same 11 hours or so away from hearing her voice again. My heart ached, wishing it could be sooner. Wishing it could be that second. But for the moment, I still had a lot of travel ahead. I looked at Tina and smiled. At least I had an amazing woman in her own right to travel with.

The only thing Tina put in her carry on, besides her trusty dildo, was the camera, and the unused packages of film. She stored the pictures in the luggage, not wanting to take the chance that anyone would have to look in her carryon bag and find them. That seemed practical, and safe. I was tempted to grab a couple when she wasn't looking and stuffed them into my bag but thought better of it. The Bond weekend was over, and I was heading back to my life, waiting for Ann to come back into it full time.

~*~*~*~*~*~

That excitement of our adventure seemed gone as we dropped off the car and got on the shuttle to the airport. Tina and I were now stuck. The rest of our day would be long and torturous. Even though we'd packed our personas of Bond and Pussy in the luggage, a thought those characters did cross my mind as we sat on the uncomfortable bench seat of the big shuttle van we were riding in. 

"You know, you never see this part in the movies."

"What part? What are you talking about?" Tina asked.

"In the Bond movies. You always see him in those exotic locations, and he's already there. Or, you see him getting off a plane...maybe. But you never see this."

"This what?"

"This! You know, the sitting around, riding in shuttles and sitting on planes. They never show him waiting for his luggage to show up."

"Well, they may not show it, but you know it happens. It can't all be guns and girls, Neil. Don't let that ruin the rest of the weekend. I'm still having fun."

"Fun? What is even remotely fun about this?" I said pointing at our surroundings.

"I'm sitting next to this," she said, pointing at me. "Try to look at the positives, and let's make the best of it."

Tina words made me snap out of my funk. She was right. It was going to be a long day, but that didn't mean it had to be the horrendous disaster I was making it out to be in my head. We arrived at the terminal, and I gave Tina a peck on the cheek.

"What's that for?" she asked with a quirky smile.

"For making me see things clearer. I get to sit next to you and your delectable tits the rest of the day. I should consider myself lucky."

"What? No mention of my succulent pussy? You know I'm not wearing anything under this little skirt, right?"

"I do now," I laughed. 

Actually I already knew that. I knew she didn't bring any with her, because Ann told her she couldn't wear any. But with that thought fresh in my mind, we carried our luggage inside and got in line to get them checked in.

~*~*~*~*~*~

'NEIL THOMAS. PAGING MR. NEIL THOMAS. PLEASE PICK UP A WHITE COURTESY PHONE AND DIAL 109.'

I looked at Tina, who was looking at me with the same surprised expression. If she hadn't been a cute woman, I would have thought I was looking in a mirror. 

"Did they just page you?" she asked.

"I was going to ask you that. I thought I was hearing things."

I waited, to make sure, but a minute or so later, we heard the page over the intercom system a second time.

"Holy shit. I wonder what that's about," I said as I got up from the chair I was sitting in near our gate. We had almost an hour before we were to board. My mind scrambled, and I got nervous. "I hope there's nothing wrong at home."

"Do you want me to come with you?" Tina asked. I smiled wickedly, and she blushed. "You know what I meant, you perv!" 

"Sorry. I can't help myself. But you're the one that reminded me how you're dressed. You can't blame me."

"I don't blame you. I should have known better than to give you an opening."

I arched my eyebrow, and she blushed again. But then she spread her thighs ever so slightly to give me a quick flash of her pink slit. Crossing her legs, she said, "There. Now you have a reason to be thinking naughty thoughts. Now hurry up and go find out what's going on, will you? The suspense is killing me."

The page! I'd totally forgotten about the page, my brain lost in between Tina's fabulous thighs. I spun around and walked, trying to figure out where a courtesy phone would even be. I found an airport employee, who pointed me toward the bank of payphones down a hallway off the main corridor. He told me there were several white phones on the wall, enclosed in their own little listening chambers just like the pay variety. Finding one, I picked up the receiver and dialed 109.

"Hello?" I said, wondering just who was on the other end.

"Mr. Thomas?"

"Yes?"

"Hello sir. This is Stephanie with United Airlines Customer Services. I have a call for you, sir. Can you verify your identity for me please?"

"It's me," I said, wondering just how I was supposed to do that over the phone.

The woman on the phone let out a sexy little laugh and said, "I'm sure you are sir, but I need something a little more definitive than your word. We ask for an answer to a question the caller provides us that only you would know the answer to. They can hear you, and if they verify that you are the party they wish to speak to, I will connect your phone so you can hear them."

"Okay...what's the question?"

"One moment, please," she said. There was a pause, and I was apparently waiting for Stephanie to obtain the question from whoever was calling me. I heard her connect again, and she said, "Sir?"

"Yes?"

"The verification question is, 'what were the names of the couple you and Miss Roberts entertained last night.' Your party is currently listening on the line for your answer."

I was stunned. My mind raced, and the only people I dreamed could be calling with a question like that were either Kyle or Melody, or Tammy. Johnny didn't know their names, unless he got them from Tammy. But why would any of them call me. My guess was it was Kyle, or perhaps Melody. I got a little nervous, thinking that things had gone bad when they left. I fully expected to have one of them on the other end, full of rage or despair, or just plain regret...telling me their marriage was in trouble.

"Sir? Are you still there?"

"Uh...yeah. Sorry."

"Do you have the answer, Sir, or do I need to disconnect?"

I racked my brain, trying to remember their last name. I couldn't recall at first what Tammy said when she introduced them. Finally, it struck me, and I blurted it out. "Uhh...Kramer. Kyle and Melody Kramer."

"Miss, is that answer correct? Very good, I'll connect you now. Have a great day, Mr. Thomas, and thank you for choosing to fly with United. Here's your party."

I waited, and then heard a click, opening the phone line. "Hi baby!"

I was stunned. "Ann?"

"Yes. How are you, baby? How did the interview go?"

"Ann...wha...what's going on?" I asked, looking at my watch. It was 8:45, which meant it was a quarter to 6 in California. 

"What do you mean what's going on? Can't a girl call her fiancée just to say hi?" she said letting out a little snicker.

"Ann, seriously. What's going on? I mean, I'm thrilled you called, and I want to talk...but what the fuck! I have to tell you, you just scared the shit out of me. I thought something was wrong." 

Sensing my desperate tone, and the fact that I was talking fast and agitated, she asked, "Neil, are you upset with me?"

"No, not really. I'm just confused. How the hell do you know about Kyle and Melody? And how did you pull off all the things you've done this weekend?"

"Well, first, I have to ask. Have you enjoyed the weekend so far?"

"Yes, of course. That's not the point."

"Sure it is. I did all of it for you. And for Tina, to thank her for what she's done to keep you satisfied while I'm away from you."

"Jeez, Ann, it's not like I can't go a couple of months without sex. I've done it before."

"Yeah...did you like it?"

"What?"

"Did you like going over a year without sex, Neil?"

"No...but that's not the point, either."

"YES...it IS!" Ann snapped a little, and I stopped talking. I had been the one that was upset, and now Ann was. I didn't know what to say. I could hear her take a deep breath, trying to calm down. "Neil, I know we've talked about this before. But let me say it a different way so, and maybe you'll understand."

I stood there in the narrow hallway full of phone booths just off the main concourse, wondering what was going on. Ann had me paged, on the pretense of just saying hi, and I was so flustered by the call I snapped. And that led to her feeding off my negative reaction. My mood had gone from bad, to good, right back to bad...for no reason. Ann hadn't done anything other than call me...another extraordinary effort on her part to surprise me. I kicked myself for being so quick to judge, and so quick to be upset. I took a deep breath and listened to her, hoping I'd have a chance to make things right.

Ann's voice was quivering, the shock of my being upset showing now. She let out a small sigh and said, "First, I love you. And because I love you, I didn't want to see you suffer. You went forever without being with a woman, and then, you finally start getting your life back on track. You have that amazing weekend with Dawn. And you follow that up by giving me the greatest week of my life, and at the end of that week, you ask me to marry you. And I say yes...why? Because I LOVE YOU! And what kind of reward do you get for that...I leave, and you get another three or four month prison sentence where you don't get laid again. How is that fair?"

I tried to be calm, and said, "It was never about being fair, Ann. It's about being faithful."

"You are being faithful, dammit. If I orchestrated the circumstances, and in the process, you got to have a little sex, how is that being unfaithful?"

"Well, what about you? You went through the same thing. You had a breakup, and now you have to go without. You seem to be okay with it, so, why am I different?"

"Because I'm a woman."

"What does that mean? Women are more in control of their sexual urges than men are? Is that it?"

"Well, if you're asking that as a question, then yes...in general, that's true. But not in this case," she said with a little laugh, her mood finally lightening a bit.

"What does that mean?"

"It means, I'm a woman, and it's different for women, Neil. When I finally had enough of Ray's shit, and saw that he was never going to choose me over the bitch he ended up with, I went through my depression. But it didn't last as long as yours and it wasn't as deep as yours was. I would never pretend that what I went through was as bad as what you had to endure. Nevertheless, I was depressed. BUT, one of the biggest reasons yours took you so long to pull out of compared to mine was because of that stupid town you live in."

"Well, I'm not going to argue that. But what are you getting at?"

"I'm getting at the fact that I'm a woman. And I don't want to sound conceited, because I really don't think I am...but I know that I'm somewhat attractive."

"Somewhat? Is it a crime to for you to call yourself hot?" I laughed, happy that our conversation was back to being loving instead of the terse way I'd started.

"Fine, if you're going to be okay being with a conceited wife, then I'm fucking hot, thank you very much!" she said bluntly. She followed that with, "I can't believe I just said that, but whatever. What I'm stumbling to say, is that it's a lot easier for an attractive girl to go through a breakup, and it's certainly easier that I did it in California. When I finally dumped Ray, it was on a Monday, and I hadn't been with him for three weeks before that, so I was really horny. By Saturday night I'd had enough feeling sorry for myself."

"And?" I asked.

"And so, I went to a club with some girlfriends, and by the end of the night I was getting fucked. It wasn't that great by any stretch of the imagination, and I was still depressed, but at least I got laid, and that started to get my head clear. After that I continued to fuck, any time I wanted it. I told you, I've sewn more than my share of wild oats...that's the way it is out here. And if you lived in California, I guarantee you that you would have gotten laid in less than a week if you had wanted to." 

"Gee, that's swell," I said sarcastically.

"Babe, I'm not trying to make light of it. I just want you to know it, because it's true. I know you were devastated by what she did to you. And I know you wouldn't have sex the same week like I did when I dumped Ray. Like I said, our circumstances were a little different. I saw the handwriting on the wall long before you did. So, I went out and got laid."

"Okay, so you got some...what about now? Aren't you just like me? You got yourself back on track...and then, how did you put it...you're in prison? You've been given the same prison sentence I have. How is that part different, babe?"

Ann smiled. I could feel it through the telephone line. "I broke it off with Ray quite a while ago, sweetie. And before we found each other, I was a bad, bad girl. And that's why I need to be a good girl right now, and just fuck 'Antonio' when I need to. I need to show you that with all the candy I could choose from out here, I can wait for you. But you're on the other end of the spectrum. And besides, if I'm not getting any, then I need you to so that I can get off on that. I've been so excited waiting to hear about what happened this weekend. I know you're going to make me cum like you were here with me, eating my pussy, when you finally tell me."

"And I want to do that, Ann. But no matter what you set up, as wonderful as it is that you love me so much that you're willing to share me for now, I know that I'll never be comfortable until you're back in my arms. This is all a diversion. You need to know that."

"I do, baby. I do. But please don't shortchange it. I put a lot of effort into this little 'diversion' this weekend. And I've been worried sick that I really fucked up and that things didn't work out on the interview."

"Well don't be. The interview was amazing. I'm pretty sure that we'll get some kind of an offer. And I'm not sure how or why, but the 'Bond' thing really made me more confident. I don't think I would have gotten past the first wave of interviews just being Neil Thomas."

Ann's ire rose again, coming to the rescue. My rescue...rescuing me from the self-doubt I'd let grab me again. "That's crap, Neil, and you know it. All I did was show you what was already there inside you. I was just trying to do something to get your mind off of being nervous. So, you think it worked?" "Well, I KNOW I could have the job for sure if I let Dr. Goodhead go to bat for me."

"Dr. Goodhead? I'm scared to ask," Ann said with a laugh.

"She's the Executive Secretary of the guy that is in charge of the plant. Her real name's Carol Shade."

"Wait a minute...she's named Dr. Goodhead, then that must mean she's part of the game too. Did you..."

"What do you think, Moneypenny? After all, the name is Bond. James Bond."

"Holy shit...where's Antonio! I need..." I could hear Ann, rummaging around, trying to find her dildo. I couldn't help but smile, especially when I heard the telltale sign that she'd just stuffed herself with it. "Fuck, I feel so full, baby," she said as she started fucking herself. Her breathing became rough and throaty, and I could hear the sloshing sounds of her wet pussy as she rammed the phallus inside her. I knew from how clear it sounded that she was holding the phone next to her pussy every once in a while. 

"Lie down and put the phone next to your head, babe. Pull you nipples for me while you fuck yourself."

"Oh fuck...yes!" she said as she did it. I closed my eyes and tried to picture Ann, naked and writhing around on her bed as she yanked on those hard buds I loved so much. I could see her in my mind; ramming her cunt with a rubber cock just like the ones she sent Tina and Tammy. "God! I miss you baby! I miss your big cock in me! Fuck me, Neil!" she said, quietly, but loud enough that I heard it. I couldn't tell if she was talking to me at that moment. She seemed to be talking about me, to herself. I closed my eyes, and pictured her again, alone on a weeknight, fucking herself to sleep as she dreamt about us being together. 




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 29



Seconds later, Ann was in the middle of her orgasm. She was stifling her screams, and she let out a raspy whisper when she announced to me that she was cumming...no doubt so as not to wake up her roommates and their kids.

When she calmed, she exhaled. I'd never heard anything sexier over the phone. It was the sweet release of passion, dripping through the phone and into my ear. My cock throbbed, aching to reach across the continent and give her what she really needed. Me.

"Ann?" I finally said, after a lingering silence left me holding for well over a minute.

"Fuck!" I heard her say as she fumbled for the phone. "Neil...are you there?"

"Yes, babe. I'm here."

"I'm so sorry. I got a little lost in myself there. Forgive me?"

"Forgive you? Are you kidding? I'm about to whip 'Antonio's' brother out right here in the airport. That was pretty hot."

"Pretty FUCKING hot, thank you very much!" Ann said proudly.

"It was nice to hear that you miss me so much. I only wish I could have fucked you myself, babe" I said, thinking about what Ann had said just before she came. 

"What?" she said, sounding almost petrified. For whatever reason, it shocked her.

"You said that you missed me, just before you told me to fuck you. That was sweet."

"You mean Antonio," she said, sounding confused. "I said Antonio."

"No, babe. You said Neil. I know I've been pretending to be someone else all weekend, but I do know my own name. I even heard it paged a little while ago here at the airport," I laughed.

"Oh...my God!" Ann cried out...and then she cried. As in, burst into tears, sobbing like she lost a loved one, crying. She was inconsolable for a couple of minutes. I didn't know what was wrong, or what to do. I wanted to reach through the phone and put my arm around her; to tell her everything would be okay. But at that moment, it would have been easier to do the arm through the phone trick. How could I tell her that everything would be okay, when I didn't know why she was crying?

~*~*~*~*~*~

'NEIL THOMAS. PAGING MR. NEIL THOMAS. PLEASE REPORT TO THE CUSTOMER SERVICE DESK NEAR GATE B73'

I couldn't imagine ever being paged once in my lifetime at an airport. To have it happen twice in less than an hour had me reeling. I figured it was Tina, wondering where I was. I looked at my watch. I still had over twenty minutes before they would even start to board the plane. Tina would have to wait.

"Ann. I'm being paged again. They want me to go to the customer service desk. Please pick up the phone!"

I had been begging for her to answer me for a couple of minutes. But I got lucky and happened to yell her name into the phone during one of the few times she took a breath between sobs. She'd dropped the phone after she burst into tears, and I was left hanging on, hoping I'd get to talk to her again. She heard me, and picked up the receiver. I could hear her breathing, and finally she spoke.

"You need to go Neil. You can't miss your flight."

"Sure I can. I'm pretty sure there will be another one."

"Don't be silly. Tina is waiting for you...and..." She didn't finish the sentence.

"And what? Ann, right now, I'm thinking to hell with Tina; too hell with all of this. I think what I really need to do is fly to California." 

Ann calmed down almost as soon as I said that. She was still catching her breath, sounding like a lost little girl trying to be brave and stop crying when something was obviously upsetting her. "You would do that?" she asked, just like that lost little girl. 

"In a heartbeat, babe. Just say the word and I'm there before the end of the day, holding you and making everything better."

"God I love you, Neil."

"I love you too, Ann. Now, do you mind telling me what this is all about, or do I need to get a flight to San Francisco?"

"You don't need to fly out. And I promise I'll tell you, but just not right now. Can you handle that?"

"Sure" I said, lying. I was dying inside. But that was more about not knowing how Ann was, and feeling helpless. "Just tell me. Are you okay?"

"Now more than ever, baby. But you need to get going. I have one more surprise for you that I've set up. I'm just not sure I should have now."

"A surprise?"

"Yeah. Get going...you've let Tina wait too long. We'll talk later today, okay!"

"Okay. But you're sure you're okay?"

"I am, but I won't be if you miss the flight. Now get going. I love you!"

"I love you too, babe."

~*~*~*~*~*~

I got paged a second time as I walked toward the customer service desk. My mind was reeling. I had told Ann that I could handle not knowing what was wrong. But I only said that to calm her down. In truth, it bugged the shit out of me. For the first time, I was truly pissed that we were so far apart. It was an inconvenience up to that point. It wasn't about the sex. What I missed since she left was the closeness. Being able to console her, to share whatever the issue was; to take on the burden that she'd felt and place it on my broad shoulders. I didn't know what was wrong, or what happened, and I really didn't know if my being there would have helped Ann or not. But I would have helped me.

I was also reeling about the page. I hadn't come to grips with the last one, and the only thing I was certain was that this one wasn't Ann. At least, I didn't think it was. She had pulled off so many things that seemed impossible up to that point, nothing would have surprised me. 

I walked up to the desk, and got in line the long line of people waiting their turn. I heard the first boarding call for my flight, and got a little nervous. I had time, but I couldn't afford to be standing eight deep for too long, and it didn't look like the line was going to be moving anytime soon. 

There were only two girls working behind the counter. There was a third, but she was busy doing everything but working. She was to the far left side, behind a sign that said 'VIP Club Members', standing like a statue as she looked past the group of us that apparently weren't 'very important' to her. One of the other workers glanced over to this ice woman, and I could tell she was ticked. Yet the woman didn't move to help. You could tell she was the type that wasn't going to lift a finger to step outside of her responsibilities. I'd never seen such a look of contempt on such a blank face. 

I waited another minute, never moving in line. I was about to just head to my gate, when the human mannequin picked up the telephone in front of her and hit the page button. Once again, she announced my name, and I raised my hand and waved to her. 

"I'm right here."

"Sir, you need to come over here to the VIP line." She said that line loud and smugly. And if there's one thing I don't tolerate well, it's pretentiousness. 

"Why?" I said just as loudly back to her.

"Because...I've been paging you, sir. You need to come over here so I can assist you."

"No thanks. I can wait," I said, even though I really couldn't.

"Sir, your flight is boarding. We need to take care of this so you can get on your plane. Now please step over here to the VIP area," she said, exasperated by my lack of cooperation. 

I stood firm. She was trying to make a scene, and she got one. I started blankly back at her and said, "I don't think so. I'm not any more important than any of these other people that are in front of me in line. Why don't you get off your pedestal and help one of them." That turned a lot of heads in the group in front of me, and caused a couple of smiles.

"I'm sorry sir, I can't do that. Now please..."

"You can't, or you won't," I said cutting her off.

"I can't sir. I need to be available for our VIP customers."

"Funny, I don't see any. But I'm sure if you called the next person in line, they'd gladly step to the side if the Pope or the President walked up. If it's all the same to you, I'll wait my turn. I'd rather have one of the nice girls wait on me anyway. You're reminding me a little of my ex-wife, and I've already had my lifetime maximum dosage of bitch."

She turned bright red, and she was shaking. I heard another call for my flight to board, and I turned my head toward my gate. I could see Tina standing there, and she waved for me to come over. I shrugged my shoulders, and turned to step out of line just as one of the two other girls said, "May I help whose next?"

There was a guy in the front of the line, and he looked back. "Hey buddy, do you really have to board now?"

I pointed over to Tina, who was waving again. "Yeah...that's my flight."

The guys smiled and addressed the rest of the people ahead of me. "Do any of you have a problem with this guy going next? After all, he was the only one of us that had the guts to say what we all were thinking."

Suddenly, a nice older woman who was standing in line front of me was pulling me toward the front of the customer service desk. I found myself standing in front of a lovely young woman who was beaming. 

"How can I help you sir?" she asked kindly.

"Truthfully, I don't know. Bertha the bitch over there was paging me, but I don't know why."

"What's your name, sweetie?"

"Neil Thomas," I said looking back at Tina.

The girl looked up my information, and said, "Well. Looks like you're a VIP in someone's eyes, Mr. Thomas. You and Miss Roberts have been upgraded. All of your flights today will be in first class."

"What? Are you sure?" I asked, stunned. 

"Yes sir. Let me have a signature right here, and I need to see some identification."

I pulled out my wallet and showed her my driver's license, and she stuffed the new tickets in my hand. "Give your old tickets to the girl checking in your flight. She'll cancel them and then take these. Have a great day Mr. Thomas. And thanks!"

"Thanks? For what...I should be thanking you?"

"I'm thanking your for putting...Bertha in her place," she said, nodding toward the stuck up snob, who was now sitting down in a chair, hiding from the stares of my companions in line. "You don't know how much that meant to us."

"Well, you're welcome," I said as I turned to walk toward the gate. Actually, I ran, worried I'd be late. 

~*~*~*~*~*~ 

Tina was anxious.

"What took you so long? I was thinking I was going to end up going alone...but then I thought I'd never get home anyway, since you have the car."

"Sorry, Tina. The first page was Ann."

"Ann! Oh my God...is everything all right?"

"I'm not sure. She called to see how things were going...and then it got weird."

"What do you mean by weird?"

I quickly explained to Tina what happened. I tried not to leave out any details, but invariably, I'm sure I did. But I was close enough. Tina listened intently as we waited for our row to be called.

"That's us...we need to board," Tina said when she heard our number, holding the old tickets.

"Actually, we don't...unless they called first class already."

"What?" 

"That's what the second page for, and why I was over in line. Somehow, we just got upgraded again." We'd been given a better car, an amazing hotel room, and now the airline tickets. And I still didn't know how all of it was happening, other than it was somehow Ann's doing.

"WOW...well, no, they haven't called first class, but usually they do that first. They started with the back of the plane."

As we waited, I finished telling Tina about the phone call from Ann. She was pondering the significance.

"So, she just started bawling her eyes out right after you told her she had said your name instead of saying Antonio?"

"That's right. It doesn't make any sense. At least to me, anyway."

"Hmm, I'm going to have to think about that for a minute," Tina said. 

But before she could put too much thought into it, they called for first class to board. When we picked up our carry on stuff, we looked around the waiting area of the gate. Tina and I were the only ones left. We looked at each other.

"Where's everybody else?" she asked.

"Beats me. Maybe you just missed them calling first class earlier."

"That doesn't make any sense, either. They don't call the section twice. You just heard them the same as I did."

"Good point," I said as I shrugged my shoulders. It didn't make any sense. Nothing was.

We didn't dwell on it. Tina handed the old tickets to the girl at the gate, and she shredded them and asked for the new ones. I handed her those, and she led us to the jetway. Once we were past the door, she closed it behind us. We were the last ones to board the plane.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Rachel, the sexy older stewardess that was on our flight out to DC, was standing at the end of the jetway, waiting for us. I had totally forgotten that she said she was taking the return flight with us. She was beaming, and gave us a welcoming wave.

"Hey, you two...great to see you. How did your weekend go? Did you get the job, Neil?"

"We had a good time, but I don't know about the job yet. The interviews went well I think," I said in a grand understatement. Bringing up everything that happened seemed too time consuming, and my mind was still on Ann. I wasn't in the frame of mind to recap all the details. It didn't matter anymore. So, I went with a polite, "How was your weekend, Rachel?" 

"God, it was fantastic. Bradley was better than ever."

"Bradley...Oh, your boy toy in DC," Tina said as we kind of lingered at the door of the plane. 

"Yeah. He came down from Philly last week, so he was pretty anxious for me to get here. We had an amazing time. I just left him this morning. We never left his apartment. Now that I think about it, this is the first time I've had clothes on since I got there."

And they were nice cloths. Rachel wasn't dressed like she was on the first flight we had with her. She was still wearing company garb, but I could see the subtle differences. The blue blazer was a little more stylish, cut to accentuate her breasts. Her tan skirt was still above the knees, but now it was way above. It was actually above mid thigh, and it had slits up both sides a couple of inches. Her blouse was still white, but it was so sheer that it was closer to clear. It wasn't hard to see her navy blue bra underneath...she could have been wearing it on the outside of her blouse and it wouldn't have made much difference in appearance.

But the change that was most obvious in Rachel's attire was her legs. She'd scrapped the traditional hose that gives the appearance of a tan, and gone with navy stockings. I knew they were stockings, because I could see a hint of her garter through the slit up the side of her skirt. Rachel caught me looking. Staring, actually.

"Do you like? I don't wear stockings much anymore. I really should though. I feel so much sexier when I wear them."

"Hard for me to argue either way, Rachel. But you look incredible," I said as I tore my eyeballs away from her legs. 

~*~*~*~*~*~ 

"Welcome to first class. I'll be your stewardess for this flight. My name is Rachel. Please let me know if you need anything before we get ready for pre-flight instructions, and of course, take off."

Tina and I were sitting in our big, wide seats, luxurious even for an airline. Rachel was standing at the front of the first class section, having closed the outer door to the airplane, securing it. She gave her little speech to the people in first class, as the heavy floor length curtain to the rest of the plane had been drawn shut. There were two curtains, actually. One went between first class to the galley that was directly behind it and there was another between the galley and those poor unfortunate souls that were stuck in a different class. 

Rachel had our undivided attention as she did her job, addressing the cabin as she'd likely done thousands of times. She really was amazing. She knew her job very well, and she went about it professionally, but with a personable flair. And on top of that, she was stunning. I couldn't help but wonder how hot she must have been when she started out as a stewardess. 

After Rachel finished up telling us all about the versatility of our seat cushions, she did a couple of other mundane tasks that were a part of her job, and then went back to check on Maggie, one of the other stewardesses on the flight and the girl she was training to become a lead.

Maggie was going to be in charge of the rest of the airplane. Even though Rachel was still ultimately responsible for the steward crew, she was turning over that section to Maggie. She'd told us before we got seated that she was going to let Maggie do it on her own. That would leave her to handle first class by herself, without having to worry about the rest of the plane. 

She came back our section, and went in to check with the pilots before securing that door and getting ready for departure. Tina and I were in the first seats on the right side of the plane, and Rachel sat across from us in her chair, which faced us. She buckled up, and nodded toward the two of us. 

"You might want to get strapped in. We're going to be taking off soon," she said as she winked at us.

"Aren't you going to tell the rest of the people in our section?" I asked.

"Very funny," Rachel said, looking around the rest of the empty section. Yes, it was just the three of us in first class; Rachel, Tina and myself. The rest of the seats in first class were empty, around a dozen of them. I was still trying to figure out how that could happen, when Tina and I weren't even supposed to be in first class when we started the day. While I figured the person that would know was probably lying in bed in California, I had a good idea the striking woman sitting across from us might have an inkling as to the reason.

"So, Rachel. Do you have any idea why Tina and I were moved to first class?"

"Yes," she said, being coy.

"And do you know why we're the only ones in here?"

"Yes."

"Do you care do share that with us?"

"Sure James," she said with a wink as she pulled an envelope from her jacket pocket. She handed it to me, and I could tell right away from the handwriting that it was from Ann, and it was addressed to me.

"Holy shit! She did it again!" Tina said, looking at the same lavender stationary that Ann had sent to the two of us earlier in the month. I brought it to my nose, and smiled as I caught Ann's perfume. It brought her to me instantly, and the conversation I'd had with her earlier came to mind. I wished the plane I was on was heading to California instead of Texas.

Opening the envelope, I read the handwritten letter.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Hi Baby,

It's me. I know you're probably wondering how everything that has happened this weekend came about. Frankly, I am too. It started as just a little thing I was going to do for you and Tina to make the trip more exciting for you, and it kind of snowballed out of control. I kept thinking of more and more things I thought would be cool, and then, somehow, I found a way to do them.

I'm going to give you all the answers you want later tonight when I talk to you. I want you to get home, go in your room, and we can relax and have a nice conversation. But I think it's safe to say at this point that I had a lot of help in making your 'Bond' weekend happen. Hopefully it's been a 'successful mission'. And that's why I wanted to send this letter to you.

I'm sure by now you're on board the plane heading for home. And I'm also sure you've met Rachel. She's a friend of a friend. I've met her a couple of times, but I know her more by reputation. I knew she was pretty open minded, and from what I understand, she's pretty much game for anything sexual, so it wasn't too difficult to have her help with this last surprise. I'm sending this letter out well before the weekend even happened, so I really don't know what adventures you and Tina have had up to now. But I want you to know that in my mind, I've been with you every step of the way. I don't have specifics, obviously, but I know that I'm with you in spirit, and that helps. I miss you, Neil. And I love you so much!




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 29



I'll let Rachel explain how this final piece of the puzzle worked out. It's my last surprise, at least for this weekend. I left it up to her as to how she was going to find a way for you and Tina to join the mile high club. I have her assurances that she can pull it off. Remember, you're off duty after this baby...so enjoy it!

I Love You,

Ann

~*~*~*~*~*~

I let Tina read the letter, and then said, "What does she mean by 'off duty'?"

"I think it means that you and I won't be together after today. At least, not for a while."

"Really?" I asked, not necessarily disappointed, but a little surprised.

"Yeah. She wrote that in the other letter she sent. Remember? She said Bond was going on Holiday."

"Are you...okay. I mean, if that's what she means?" 

Tina knew what I was about to ask. "I'm fine. Look, with Ann, you never know. Her idea of 'going on holiday' could just mean we don't fuck for the rest of the week. But I've been thinking about the call you just had, and her reaction when you said she called out your name. I think it's pretty obvious that she misses you. And I think she wants some time where it's just the two of you again for a while."

"Well, a lot of good that's going to do. It's not like I'm with her," I said, not upset at the thought of suddenly being cut off from Tina. I was upset that I still wasn't with Ann. It seemed like I was never going to be with her again. But Tina saw through the feelings I was apparently showing, more than I realized myself.

"Sure you are. Read this again. It says, 'I've been with you every step of the way,' and 'I know that I'm with you in spirit, and that helps.' Read between the lines, Neil. She's with us right now, and if you search your heart, you know that you're with her right now. You've been with her all along too. Everything we've done this weekend, every step of the way, you've thought of her. She's a part of you, and you're a part of her. She is so amazing...God, I wish I was half the woman Ann is."

Tina had a point. Not the part about being half the woman Ann is; truth be told, Tina had a lot more to offer than I ever considered when I first started fucking her as a way for us to relieve our mutual sexual tensions. No, it was her point that I was with Ann in spirit that was dead on. She was right. I DID feel more connected to Ann than ever. No matter what I had done over the weekend, and who I had done it with, I felt the presence of Ann. That was the only way I could have done those things. And I was more certain than ever that she felt my presence as well. That's why she said my name, and that's why she cried. Because she knew I was really with her. It wasn't Antonio, her faithful dildo that was ramming in and out of her pussy. It was me, from across the country.

"Well, if this is it, we'd better make the best of it, don't you think?" I said with a smile.

"That's what I'm thinking," Tina said, putting her arm through mine and holding it tight.

Rachel looked at us and grinned. "So do you have things sorted out?"

"No. It says in the letter that you're going to explain how this last part came about?"

"Really? Let me see," she said, taking the letter from Tina. She smiled as she read it, and "Okay...I'll tell you. But let's take off first. I don't want to shout over the engines firing up on take off.

~*~*~*~*~*~

We were well on our way to 32,000 feet, when the Captain finally turned off the seatbelt sign. Rachel unbuckled and took off her jacket, placing on the seat next to hers. Her full tits were trying to spill out of her blue push up bra, now totally visible through her transparent white blouse. She pulled out her blouse from inside her skirt, and started unbuttoning it, putting on a little show for us. She placed it on top of her blazer, and sat back in her chair.

"There. That's better for now, don't you think?"

"I like it," Tina said with grin.

"Me too," I said, trying to look her in the eyes, but failing miserably. "If I would have known this is how people get treated in first class, I would have paid the extra money a long time ago."

Rachel laughed and said, "This isn't first class, Neil. This is special first class."

"And just how did we become privileged enough to become passengers in 'special first class'?"

"Well, it started with a phone call I got from a mutual friend that Ann and I share. That was followed by a call from Ann. There are some things I can't tell you, because Ann needs to, and I don't want to give anything away. But I can tell you that our friend knows me. And she knew I'd be up for this."

"And what exactly IS...this?" I asked.

"Let me backtrack a second. When Ann got in touch with me, I was in Chicago. But I had already done my flight schedule. I think I told you...I do those a month in advance. So, I had to call a friend who was working these flights, and switch with her. Maggie did the same thing."

"But, I thought you said you had planned to be with the guy in Phoenix...and, what's his name...Bradley, in DC?" Tina asked.

"I did. But I had to set that up at the last second. And it turned out to be wonderful. But that's why Maggie ended up with Ramon and me in Phoenix. She didn't have enough time to confirm her date."

"Okay, so now we know how you got on the flight with us...but how do you explain that we're the only ones in this section? And how did Ann get this letter to you?" I said, curious about just how Ann would have pulled those things off that fast.

"Once I got my schedule rearranged, and confirmed that Bradley would be in at his apartment in DC this weekend, I gave Ann his address. The letter was waiting for me. She'd sent it overnight. As for there being just the three of us in first class...that was me. Well, it was actually the two of you."

"What?" Tina said as she squinted her eyes a little.

"Ann had said that she challenged you two to join the mile high club. So, I knew to be looking for the two of you doing something on the flight out. When I saw how you were acting, I made a bet with Maggie that you would do something sexual. She didn't think you would, and because you did, and she tasted the proof you had in the glass, I won."

"What exactly did you win?" I asked.

"Actually, you won. The bet was that if I won our bet, Maggie had to give me all of her flyer points for the next month."

"What's that mean?"

"We get flyer points, just like you do...miles equal points. And miles mean that we get perks. One of them is we can trade them in for friends or family to use to buy up airline seats for flights."

"And?" I asked.

"Well, with my schedule, I usually fly wherever I want to go by working the flight. I've been doing this so long, I've already seen all of the sights in the places I go to. I basically fly now to have a good time. It's not the destination as much as who's going to be where I fly. I rarely fly overnight and not have someone I'm meeting up with. Because of that, I tend to use my flyer points for more...adventurous pursuits."

"Like us, I suppose?" I said rhetorically.

"That's right. In our union contract, my flyer points count for more than what yours would be. I was able to 'purchase' all of these seats."

"You spent your money on us, just so we could be in first class by ourselves? That's a pretty big gesture for two people you don't know," I said, dumbfounded that Rachel would do something like that.

"First of all, it's not money. I can't trade in the points for cash. The only thing they're really good for is free flights. And like I said, I go where I want based on my schedule. I've got so many points banked right now I didn't even need Maggie's. But it was more fun for me to win them from her, AND because the other part of the bet was that I got to work this section, and she has to run the back of the plane. And I while I don't know you, I do know my friend, and she knows Ann. That's good enough for me. And based on my conversation with Ann, I feel like I know you both...and Tina."

I was still puzzled. "But how did you do this so fast? You just found out about this late this week. I'm sure there were people that had some of these seats already purchased."

"I paid them off."

"What?" 

"Let's say it took 1,000 points to get a seat. I bought up all the ones that were already empty, and then I cashed in triple that to get the ones that were taken." 

"How does that work?" Tina asked.

"The airline tells them we're overbooked, and they give them free tickets for moving to another flight. So, I'm buying the seat on this plane, and the seat on the other plane, plus a little more for the hassle of it all."

"I can't believe you did that, Rachel," I said, astonished at what she'd done for us.

"It's no big deal...I'm happy to do it. I got to be with both Ramon and Bradley long before I was supposed to again, so trust me, it was well with it. And I got to be with Maggie, which was a bonus. And right now, I can't think of a better way to use my points than to buy some privacy and watch the two of you have sex."

"That's it? You just want to watch?" Tina said.

"Well, no...not if you're inviting me to join you. But I didn't want to be that presumptuous. I only guaranteed Ann that I would find a way for you two to join the mile high club. We never discussed me joining in."

"I'm sure she wouldn't mind. Besides, I'm still the in charge of entertaining 'James' while he's off duty, at least until we get home...so I'm inviting you."

"I think she knew she'd get invited, 'Pussy'. Why else would she have taken her top off?" I said with a smile.

"I'm your stewardess. I'm supposed to serve the two of you in 'special first class'. And that requires a special uniform," Rachel said, standing up and unhooking the little clasp at the back of her skirt. She lowered the zipper, and let it fall to the floor. Her long legs were very sexy, encased in the blue stockings. The garter belt and navy panties didn't hurt. Rachel turned her back to us, and bent over at the waist to pick up her skirt. She wanted to give us a show to get us started, and it worked when Tina patted me on the chest and pointed at Rachel's tight ass.

"Look, Neil. She's wearing crotchless panties," she whispered in my ear.

~*~*~*~*~*~

An odd feeling comes over you whenever you're naked somewhere where you really shouldn't be. That feeling can take on different shapes emotionally. You could be scared or frightened, or perhaps you could be nervous and ashamed. And in rare instances, you can be excited and extremely turned on. I suppose you have to be a bit of an exhibitionist to enjoy the latter. But the fact was, I was finding myself in that kind of situation more and more since my initial encounters with Dawn, and it every time it became more and more of a rush.

I was naked...totally. And so was Tina. Rachel had gotten us a couple of blankets and one of those little airplane pillows. We'd placed the blankets on the floor in front of our seats, one on top of the other to offer more cushioning. Tina was on her back, her head on that tiny little pillow. I was balls deep in her juicy little cunt, fucking her with every ounce of energy I could muster. 

The camera flashed, and Tina let out a moan. She really seemed to enjoy having her picture taken during sex. She had her legs wrapped around my waist, her smooth thighs rubbing against my sides as I bucked in and out of her hole. Rachel was sitting in her seat next to us, still dressed in her sexy lingerie. I had told her to get the Polaroid out of my carryon, and she was taking occasional snapshots of us while she watched...and she was using Tina's rubber 'Antonio' dildo on her snatch. Tina had placed it in my bag at the last minute as a whim...thinking we might be able to use it in the coach section of the plane under the safety of a blanket. But this was so much better. 

"This feels magnificent, Tina! I can only imagine what the real thing must feel like. Is it good?"

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! OH FUCK!" was all Tina could respond with at the moment. She was on her second orgasm, and I was still far from my first.

"I'll take that as a yes," Rachel giggled as she watched Tina arch her back and jut her chest up towards me. I pulled on her nipples, and I could see Tina's eyes bug out. She was about to let out a scream, but Rachel anticipated it. She pulled the dildo from her pussy and scrambled to the floor next to Tina, shoving the big tip into Tina's open mouth.

"Try not to scream out, Tina. We wouldn't want the people in coach to get jealous." Tina nodded her head and closed her eyes and another wave of pleasure ran through her body.

When Tina calmed down, she spit out the rubber cock and pointed at Rachel. Turning her hand over, she motioned with her index finger for Rachel to come to her.

"If it's all right with you, Rachel, instead of tasting you on this rubber cock...how about just letting me taste you. I'd much rather you shut me up that way."

"I wasn't sure you were into that, sweetie. I never like to assume," Rachel said as she got on her knees next to Tina and straddled her head. 

Tina smiled as she looked up at Rachel's semi-concealed slit. Using her hands, she pulled the fabric out of her way and said, "Before this trip, I would have had a different answer anyway." Grabbing Rachel's thighs, Tina gently pulled, and Rachel complied by lowering herself onto Tina's extended tongue.

It didn't take long for Rachel to start moaning, and she squealed a little when Tina did something that she found to her liking. "Shit, Tina...for a beginner, you really are a fast learner. God that feels incredible. There...oh YES! Suck me! SUCK MY CLIT!"

I grabbed the dildo off the floor, and offered it to Rachel. Her eyes flew open, darting wildly back and forth as a hungry grin appeared. She snatched the rubber cock from my hand and shoved it into her mouth, sucking on it greedily. Suddenly, she went stiff, and her eyes snapped shut, her body shaking quickly as Tina licked her to her first climax. The mewling she made from behind the dildo was muffled, but powerful. It would have been wonderful to hear her scream out what she was trying so hard to suppress, but the sounds she was making were still incredible.

Tina wanted a change in position. I wasn't sure if it was because she wanted me to fuck her from behind, or if she wanted more breathing room in eating Rachel. But she had Rachel get on her back, and I began fucking Tina doggy style as Tina lowered her head back to Rachel's cunt. Rachel continued to fuck her mouth with the dildo, and I picked up the camera and took a photo or two of our sexual chain. They wouldn't be great pictures, because of my moving while I fucked and the type of camera we were using. But they would at least 'document' us for Ann.

Tina started cumming again, bucking back into me as she drug her tongue through Rachel's slit. Rachel reacted by lifting her body up, arching her back so that the only part of her torso touching the floor of the plane was her shoulder blades; her heavy tits bouncing in her bra as her body shook. My balls were bouncing as well, slamming off of Tina's clit as I increased my pace in hopes of joining them. 

I didn't quite make it. Rachel was already finished with her orgasm, and Tina had pulled her head up, looking over her shoulder as she watched me fuck her.

"Come on Stud. I want you to show off for Rachel...show her how much you can shoot. Why don't you cum on my back!"

I hadn't done that very often. But the way Tina said it made me tingle. She had a tinge of pride in her voice, mixed with a sexiness that made my balls contract. I felt like she'd brought me to sexual show and tell, and she couldn't wait to get in front of the class and make me cum for them. It was a perverted thought, and that only made me ram into her harder.

"That's it. I can tell you're close, Stud. Shoot all over my back. Let me see that big thing cum!"

I humped into Tina a couple more times before pulling out, letting my raging cock nestle in the crack of her magnificent ass. Tina rocked back and forth, stroking the underside of my prick with her smooth skin, knowing she was bringing me closer and closer. My nails dug into her hips, and I grimaced as I felt my shaft start to pulse. 

"Oh fuck!" I groaned, my groin flexing involuntarily as I started spewing like a geyser. My first shot dribbled from the tip of my cock, landing on Tina's ass. But then I felt a surge, and I began a series of long arching shots, the first of which landed between her shoulder blades. I began striping her back, rope after rope of thick white sperm hitting her tanned skin. There were six long ones in all, followed by a couple of weak spurts that pooled below my cock at the top of her ass.

"WOW!" was all Rachel could say; her eyes transfixed on the damage I'd done.

I got off my knees, which were suddenly sore, and sat on my seat. I watched lazily as Rachel went about cleaning up Tina's back, using her tongue to slurp up the strands. Tina was lying on her stomach like she was sunning on the beach, her arms crossed with her head lying on her hands. She looked at me with a sly smile on her face, and I picked up the camera and took a picture. Rachel looked up at me, and winked just as I was taking another one.

~*~*~*~*~*~

The scene had my cock stirring again, but I knew it would be a bit before I'd totally recover. I was also thirsty, having sweated more than I realized. Knowing that my stewardess was busy cleaning up a spill that needed her attention, I got up and peered through the curtain to the galley behind the first class section. Seeing it was empty, I quickly ducked in and went to the refrigerator they had. 

I was hidden behind the open door, bent over as I searched the fridge for something to quench my thirst that wasn't alcohol or soda. I was reaching for a can of apple juice when I heard a voice say, "How's it going in there, Rach? Do you think you're going to get to join them?"

I stood up, showing my naked chest to Maggie, who was startled that it was me standing there and not Rachel.

"I'm pretty sure she's going to join us. In fact, she already has," I said as I opened the can and took a big gulp.

"Oh my God...I...I'm sorry. I didn't know it was you."

"Why would you? I probably shouldn't be in here. But I was thirsty, and my stewardess is busy cleaning up a little mess I made. I figured I could get in and out before anyone saw me," I said, slowly closing the door.

My cock was half-hard, and it was still sticky and wet from Tina. Maggie stood rooted in place, her mouth hanging open. There was no doubt I surprised her, but she recovered her composure and said, "It looks like someone made another mess that needs cleaned up. Let me help you with that." 

Maggie walked over and got on her knees, taking my cock in her mouth. She bobbed her head a couple of strokes before pulling off to say, "It must be your lady friend that did this. It doesn't taste like Rachel." My cock jumped in her hand, and she let out a little giggle as she licked my balls and shaft. Once she had me hard, Maggie got up and straightened out her skirt. "I'd love to finish what I started, but I didn't win the bet. Why don't you go back in there and give Rachel her reward." She patted me on the ass, and turned heel, slipping through the curtain back into the coach section. 

~*~*~*~*~*~ 

Rachel and Tina were eating each other out, Tina once again looking up at Rachel's pussy. I felt invisible. They were oblivious that I was even on the plane, let alone standing next to them. I finished my juice, and grabbed the camera, taking a couple of pictures. Even that didn't get a rise out of them. I laughed, thinking about Tina and how she'd totally changed over the weekend. She'd never tasted a pussy before Tammy two days before, and now she couldn't seem to get enough. I knew how she felt. I loved eating pussy; I just never dreamed it would be something that Tina would like. And I couldn't help but wonder if Ann would be the same...if she ever dared to try it.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 30



It was nice to be driving toward home. Well, not really. It was nice to be on the ground. And it was nice to be back in my own car...but that was about it. Those things didn't change the fact that after traveling almost eleven hours, Ann was still over two thousand miles away, and I was still well over a month away from being with her again. And the closer Tina and I got to town, the antsier she was getting. 

I knew why. I was a little that way myself. Our weekend filled with adventure and sex was fast coming to an end, every mile another minute less that we would have to share it. We'd both suspected that Ann was ready for a respite from setting the two of us up. Maybe it was as simple as Ann wanting to save some of the amazing things she was dreaming up for the two of us to share when we finally got back together. And that was a wonderful thought...one of the few I'd had since we landed. But it didn't change the fact that Tina and I were going to be heading to our homes, alone.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Soon after Tina had her orgasm from me masturbating her with the dildo on the plane, I'd put it away and handed her her clothes. Holding up the blanket, Tina hurried to get dressed before anyone suspected something was amiss. She couldn't help smiling as I watched her magnificent body while she put on her skimpy outfit. I smiled too, but I couldn't help but think it might be the last time I'd see her naked.

As Tina had suspected, we were the only ones in first class to get off the plane when we landed in Indiana, and we were among the few from the entire flight. Getting our things from the overhead compartment, we eased our way toward the exit. We said our goodbyes to Rachel and Maggie, but not before they both insisted that we take their personal information...just in case. They actually had little cards printed out, sort of like business cards.

"If you ever need help on a flight, let me know. And don't let the fact that it didn't turn out like we both thought it would stop you," Rachel said as she leaned in to kiss me on the cheek.

"Okay," I said, knowing I'd never follow through. 

That is, until Rachel said, "Promise?"

I was a man of my word, and I had already said 'okay'. To back out now would seem very ungrateful for all she did to help us. "I promise."

"Me too," Tina added, looking at the cards. We hugged them, and Tina walked out the door...the first person off the plane. As I followed, I glanced to my left, and saw the two older distinguished gentlemen sitting in the front row of first class looking at cards just like the one Rachel had given me. As I headed up the jetway, I wondered if there was a party awaiting them when they landed in Chicago. 

~*~*~*~*~*~

"Neil?" Tina said, staring out the windshield at that flat, monotonous farmland that marked the landscape. It was the first word either Tina or I had spoken for at least twenty miles on the drive home. We had both been lost in thought, but hers must have been more compelling than mine. 

"Yes," I answered.

"Was it different for you?"

"Was what different?"

"They make such a big deal out of the 'mile high club'. Did it feel any different to you?" 

I hadn't thought about it before. There was the novelty of it, I suppose. It was exciting. But when I really considered it, I had to answer honestly. "No. It really wasn't, was it? At least not to me...how about you?"

"No. I mean, it was amazing...but it's always amazing when you fuck me. I still can't believe we did it. But then again, I can't believe we did most of the things we did this weekend. I just figured that with that being the last time we were going to be together, it would have been..." Tina didn't finish that thought. Instead, she started another. "I guess I just was hoping it would live up to the hype. Maybe it's just all about the fact that you're doing it where you know you shouldn't be."

"Yeah, I suppose. I know what you mean, though. I think I was thinking there would be some kind of altitude enhancement. But you were fantastic, Tina. You always are."

"You too...I just kind of wish it would have just been the two of us, though," she said, sounding melancholy. Then she snapped out of her little moment, offering a plastic smile to try and pretend she wasn't disappointed. "Listen to me. I sound like I'm complaining, don't I?"

"No. I feel the same way. That's part of the reason I didn't fuck Rachel."

"You DIDN'T!" 

~*~*~*~*~*~

I tried to explain to Tina why I hadn't...and it pretty much took the rest of the trip home. She listened, and in the end, I think she understood my reasons. Actually, she probably understood them better than I did. 

"Do you just want me to take you home?" I asked as we approached the edge of town, thinking it would be more gentlemanly of me to drop her off at her door.

"No. My car is at the shop, remember?"

"I know, but you must be tired. I don't mind." 

I HAD minded when I picked her up. I was so self conscious about being with her out in public while being engaged that I suggested picking her up there. Picking her up at her place seemed really risky. As it was, I'd left town driving down that back alley behind her shop, and then took back roads from there out of town to try and keep our being together secret. 

But now, as we drove past the sign that announced the small metropolis that was our purgatory, I drove Tina through the very heart of town, right down Main Street. It didn't seem as important to me anymore. I would have driven her home. But, she was right. She needed her car. I turned down the back alley again, not to hide her, but because that was the best way to get to her shop, and her car. It was just after 8 when I parked in that alley and got out to put her luggage in her car. Tina got out too, but she was preoccupied. 

"Fuck. You see! That's why I don't go anywhere. I leave for one weekend, and someone leaves the light on in the back of the shop! You can tell they don't pay the fucking bills!"

I shut her car door and went back to mine, digging through my carryon. When we had finally gotten to my car at the airport, I'd taken the things we'd put in her suitcase out and put them in there. Things like the pictures we'd taken on the trip and the items Ann had sent for us to play with. I reached into a side pocket of my bag and said, "I'd better go in with you, just to be safe."

"Neil...go home. They just left the light on. It's no big deal." Then she saw me pull out my gun, throwing the leather holster on my seat.

"The name is Thomas. Neil Thomas."

Tina smiled and let out a little laugh. "Do I need to get mine out too?"

"No, just open the door and stay behind me."

~*~*~*~*~*~

It didn't take me long to 'secure' the premises. I'd gone through the entire shop acting like my favorite secret agent, making Tina laugh at my ridiculous, exaggerated movements. When I'd returned to the back of the shop, she was leaning against her desk, her sexy legs crossed as she waited for me.

"There. I told you...they just left the light on. Now, are you ready to go?"

I glanced over at the black leather couch that was against the wall, positioned halfway between us to my left. The same one we'd used many times to satisfy our carnal desires; to quench the lusty thirsts when we'd have the need for something sexual. That couch was our home base, so to speak. One of us would call the other, and we both knew that soft leather sofa was where we'd meet up, always with the same thing on our minds. 

Tina caught me staring. She couldn't help it, since I wasn't hiding it. I looked at her, only to watch her turn to look at the couch. When she returned her stare to me, our eyes locked, and I smiled.

"What?" she said, wondering why I had a goofy grin on my face.

"There are a lot of great memories between us on that couch, Tina."

"Yeah, I suppose there are. It there a reason you're bringing that up?"

"I was wondering if you might be up to making one more with me."

"What? Are you serious?"

"Why not? Ann said I was yours for the rest of the weekend, and that you should find ways to entertain me. If she really is serious about us not being together after this, I'd like to give you your wish."

"What wish is that?" she asked, wrinkling her cute little pixie nose.

"The one where our last fuck is between just the two of us," I said smiling at her.

I walked over to Tina and took her hand, pulling her into my arms. Staring deep into her eyes, I put my hands in her hair, tilting her head back. Leaning down, I pressed my lips against hers. I could tell her eyes were wide open even though mine were closed, and her body acted like she was in shock. She was mumbling into my mouth, distracting me to the point that I had to pull off.

"Neil. What the hell are you doing? You've n...never. Shit...you've never k...k...kissed me before!"

She was right. If I had, I couldn't remember it. It was part of the fuck buddy code. Don't get attached. And kissing could always lead to getting attached. 

"I know. But I got to thinking about it on the plane, Tina. I've kissed a lot of people that I've fucked in the last couple of months...but never you. And you know what? That was wrong of me."

"Why? What makes you say that? Have I done something to make you think I wanted you to? I've tried not to."

I let out a little chuckle, and said, "No, you haven't done anything."

"So, why did you say it was wrong of you not to kiss me?"

"Because. You're not a slut, Tina. You just love sex. And by refusing to kiss you, I think that kind of reinforced the thought that you weren't worthy of being kissed. And I have to tell you, Tina...NOTHING could be further from the truth."

I leaned down again, and this time, Tina met my kiss with one of her own. Our mouths molded together; our tongues beginning a sweet dance. As good as our sex had been together, at that moment, I could only wonder how much better it would have been all along had kissed before. We were always just going to be fuck buddies. We both knew that going in, and nothing had changed. And it seemed a little silly that we had never kissed now that we were actually doing it.

I lifted Tina, still kissing her, and carried her over to the couch. We were out of our clothes in what seemed like seconds, kissing like fools as we scrambled out of them. It was one of those 'I'm desperate to have you' moments. Most times, a tender kiss is the beginning of a long lovemaking session. But this kiss was more of the electric kind, and it was leading to a hard and frantic fuck instead. Actually, I would have been surprised if it was anything else. That was the difference in Tina being my fuck partner. It would have never been about the kissing and any emotions that might lead to. It was always going to be about the sex.

Specifically, it was about the kind of sex we shared. Tina and I had never really made love to each other. She wanted to fuck, plain and simple. It was stupid to think that kissing would ever lead to lovemaking, and therefore, to other feelings. It wasn't the kind of chemistry we shared, and now that I realized it, it made the lack of our kissing before a stupid notion. Kissing would have only intensified the fucking. 

And so we did, because Tina was possessed. We both were. We fucked as if there were no tomorrow, because there really wasn't one between the two of us. Ann had staged several amazing encounters for us to share, but I was getting married. And I was thrilled about that. And with any luck, I might be getting a new job, and Ann and I would be moving away. Tina obviously knew all of that. 

I was sitting on the couch. Tina was facing me, sitting on my lap, straddling me as she moved up and down on my rigid shaft. Every couple of strokes, she'd slam down on top of me and hold herself still; grabbing my head, she would kiss me wildly before resuming her bouncing.

"I can't believe we didn't do this before!" she said as she rammed her mouth over mine, seemingly trying to suck my lips off my face. "Fuck! You seem so much bigger to me tonight, Neil. Maybe there IS some kind of altitude enhancement."

"What...some kind of delayed reaction? Ha! I don't think so. I think it's from you being an incredibly hot woman."

"What makes you say that, Stud!"

"Any woman that loves to fly naked is hot in my book," I said, taking her nipple into my mouth. 

"OH FUCK! I wanted to scream when you did that to me on the plane."

I lifted Tina with me as I stood, and turned us around. Laying her on the cushions of the couch, I began to pound into her, making my balls slap against her ass. Tina put her right leg up top on the back of the couch, her left dangling so that her stiletto was on the floor, spreading herself as wide as she could for me. 

"Fuck me, Neil. Make me cum one more time, Stud!"

I bucked harder, trying to give her what she wanted. Truth be told, I had very little strength left, but whatever I had was all going to be given to her. Tina had saved my sanity when she took a chance and sucked my cock that fateful time in her shop all those months before. What we'd shared since then wasn't necessarily magical. But it was practical, and it was not only what we both needed at the time...it turned out that it was really what we wanted as well.

Tina came on my cock, her nails digging into my back as she screamed out. She must not have feared her work neighbors would hear. Then again, there would be no one there to listen late on a Sunday night. I pawed at her tits, pulling at them with my hands like I was trying to palm a basketball. My hips were flying, and I could feel my balls stirring. They were beginning to ache again; that familiar burn I'd get every so often when they'd been overworked, but were being called upon again to produce another load. 

"Fuck...Tina!" I screamed out at my groin began to feel like it was on fire.

"That's right Stud...fuck Tina. Fuck her and make her cum one last time!"

The reality was she'd never stopped cumming, but I got the message. Leaning down, I kissed her, sending her off that one last time. Breaking off the kiss, she met my thrusts as she held onto my neck...keeping my head close to hers. "Cum with me Neil. Please...you can do it! Cum with me...NOW!"

Three more strokes and I buried my cock deep within Tina's cunt, sending the contents of my balls with it. I spurted again and again as Tina came with me, covering my shaft as I coated the walls of her pussy. I kissed her. Or she kissed me. It was hard to tell, as we gave in to each other. I sucked at her lips; those same ones that had wrapped around my shaft that hot and sticky night in that very shop, bringing me such pleasure, and such sweet relief. She sucked at my lips...the very ones that had licked at her pussy not long after that first day, and brought her the same needed release she'd given me. 

I stayed harder longer than I could remember after an orgasm, my shaft still pulsing inside Tina's tight pussy. For a little bit, I thought it was going to stay hard, and we might end up fucking again. But we were both too fatigued to continue. Monday was going to be hard enough as it was. It was with some relief, at least to me, that it finally started to soften.

"Thank God," Tina said when I finally pulled out. "I was beginning to think we were going to do it again. I may not walk for a week as it is, Stud."

I got dressed as Tina stayed on the couch. My cum was leaking from her pussy, forming a white sticky pool on the black cushion underneath her tight little ass. 

"Aren't you going to get dressed?" I asked as I slipped my shirt on over my head.

"Not right now. Not until after you leave."

"Why not?" I asked as I picked up my toy gun and tucked it into the back waistband of my shorts.

"This is exactly how I want this to end. I want you to remember this, Neil. No picture for evidence...just the image of me like this in your mind. This is how I want you to remember the end our our trip together," she said as she scooped up some of my cum off the black leather and brought it to her mouth. I smiled and said, "Goodbye, Tina. Thanks for going with me...and for being my friend."

"Thank you Neil. I had the time of my life," she said, sucking her fingers as I closed the door behind me.

~*~*~*~*~*~

I was lying in bed...my bed. It seemed like it had been a month since I'd been there. And oddly enough, it felt good. Sure, there was the whole familiarity of the 'being on your own mattress' thing going on. And I was at home in my room again, which, for what it was, was comfortable.

My parents welcomed when I'd gotten to the house...a little later than they thought I'd be coming home. They'd waited up for me, which was a surprise. It shouldn't have been, since I was flying home. They had to be worried, especially since I did have the extra little layover with Tina. 

I'd spent a half hour with them, knowing that I needed to. I stalled about telling either of them a lot of details about the trip other than I thought the interviews had gone really well. The wanted to know more, but they knew I was tired and wanted to unpack before Ann called. So after visiting, I departed for my bedroom, relieved to be behind closed doors. I locked it, and stripped. Inhaling, I could still smell Tina on my skin. A quick thought of her on that couch as I'd left her ran through my head, and I smiled.

I hung up my new suit, as well as my new holster and gun, in my closet. I piled my dirty clothes in the corner, waiting to take them to the hamper until morning. I didn't want to deal with any more domestic chores than I had to. I wanted to unwind and wait for Ann.

With everything else put away, except the dirty clothes and my toiletries, I was finally able to relax. I had the TV on, just for the company of the noise, as I sorted through the photographs we'd taken on the trip, separating them into three piles. Ones for Ann, ones for Tina, and those I would keep for myself. I was careful to make sure Tina got all that she needed. I wanted to make sure she had some nice ones to remember what we'd shared. The piles for Ann and myself would end up together in OUR pile eventually. I was just finishing up the sorting when the phone rang.

"Hello?" I answered quickly, hoping my Mom had remembered to turn off the ringers of the other phones in the house.

"Hi Baby," Ann said, sounding so much better than when I'd last talked to her.

"God, Ann. I miss you so much," I said, confessing way more than I thought I would so early in the conversation.

"Did you like my last surprise?" she asked, wanting to jump right in where we kind of left off.

Being evasive, I said, "What surprise?"

"Rachel, silly. Come on, don't make me beg. How was she?"

"I wouldn't know. You'd have to ask Tina."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, I didn't do anything with Rachel. But she was gracious enough to help me and Tina become members of that elusive club you wanted us to join...which we both decided is a little overrated, by the way."

"Well, how did Rachel pull off finding a way for you to be alone? Did you do it in the bathroom?"

I laughed and said, "No...we had a little more room than that." I spent the next 10 minutes explaining to Ann exactly how Rachel had pulled off getting us more room than we would have had using the airplane lavatory. And I recounted briefly the fuck that Tina and I shared. I was telling her about how it ended, when I said, "Anyway, when I finished with Tina, I was...finished."

"What...didn't have the time to be with Rachel after that, or you were too tired..."

"No. I wasn't tired. I was rock hard and ready to go when they were, well...doing each other."

"Really...I didn't know Tina liked women."

"I'm not sure she does, exactly. But she certainly experimented this weekend."

"Wow...tell me about it." 




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 30



"No, babe. You're going to need to ask your friend about that yourself."

"Tina?"

"Of course. She's your friend. Don't act like she's not. That would hurt her feelings, babe."

"You know, you're right. She IS my friend. It's a little hard to believe since I've never actually met her."

"Sure you have. She's your stepsister. And you're both alike in a lot of ways. But she'll never be you, baby."

"True. But I'm sure there are a lot of ways where I'll never be like her. I hope that's okay."

"Of course it is, Ann," I said, thinking she was alluding to her reluctance to try anal sex. It was an odd thought, since Tina and I had spent the entire weekend together and never felt compelled to do it again. Not even once. 

"Okay, so tell me something about the trip. I've got Antonio ready...I need some help Neil. I've made myself wait all weekend...I really need to cum."

"Well, I want to wait on a lot of it until you get the...'documentation' we took. I just sorted out the pictures to send to you. I'll get them in the mail tomorrow. But there are a couple of conditions first."

"What's that...sounds like you're changing the rules on me, babe," Ann said with a little laugh.

"Well, I figure they have to change, since I'm going to be spending the foreseeable future without sex."

Ann was silent. I knew she was there, because I heard her breathing, and the occasional hard swallow. But I waited her out, making her speak instead of caving to the silence.

Finally, she said, "How did you figure it out?"

"Tina and I did that together. Actually, she figured it out first, but I knew she was right as soon as she said something. The clues were there...it only made sense."

"And?"

"And I'm fine, Ann. Actually, we both are. I think that's why I didn't fuck Rachel. I didn't know it at the time, but I was saving myself for one last time with Tina."

"What? When?"

"A little bit ago. I'll tell you about that one in a minute, since we didn't take any pictures. And yes, you can use Antonio. But I want spell out my conditions first."

"Okay, what are they?"

"One, I want contact information. I've gone long enough without knowing where you work, where you live...and how to get in touch with you. It was fun...but since I'm evolving, I need you to too."

"I'm okay with that. I was actually going to tell you tonight anyway...when I got around to bringing up that I want it to just be us for a while. So, what else would you like?"

"Only one more thing. Once I get done telling you about Tina and me tonight, and you calm down from the incredible climax I know you've been holding onto since Friday, I want you to tell me how you did everything you did for us this weekend."

"You want me to spill all of my secrets, eh?"

"I'm sure you have plenty of other ones. But I really need to know. It's pretty important to me."

"Wow...really?"

"Yes, babe. It's all a part of a trusting relationship. If we're going to do these kinds of things somewhere down the line, I don't want those kinds of secrets being kept after the fact. It's too dangerous."

"Like you ending up with Tina tonight? You know, you could have kept that bottled up inside just for the two of you. I never would have known."

"You know I couldn't. I had to tell you right away. Otherwise..."

"It would be cheating. You're right sweetie. I'll tell you. Tell me about Tina and help me get off...then I'll tell you everything."

~*~*~*~*~*~

The deep, contented sigh on the other end of the phone made me tingle. I'd been with more than my fair share of women...certainly since that fateful weekend when I'd met Dawn, and she'd set the stage for a renewal in my personal life. But not one of them, Dawn included, could make me feel like I'd just had an orgasm just by listening to theirs; except for Ann. It was just another of the million reasons I loved her.

"That was so amazing Neil," Ann panted into the phone.

"Yes it was...I'm exhausted, and I'm not the onet that came." 

"You make it feel like I was there. I love the way you tell a story. I never knew you hadn't kissed Tina before."

"Well, it just seemed wrong to before. But like I said, when I thought about it, I think that perpetuates how she thinks of herself."

"Did it ever occur to you that maybe SHE is the one spreading the rumors about herself?"

"What?" I said, thinking that actually sounded plausible.

"Well I wouldn't tell her you think that. Or that I think that, for that matter. But I do. I've talked to her a lot, and I think she loves sex so much, and she's in such a small town, that she felt that was a way to get more. But I also think it backfired on her. Having a reputation as a slut in a small town can do more harm than good if you really want to get laid."

We talked a little more while Ann continued to calm from her powerful climax, and then she had me write down her address and the phone numbers where she could be reached. I didn't realize how much that really bothered me, not being able to get in touch with her. I kept telling myself that it didn't, but I suddenly felt connected, and I knew it was more important than I'd let on. 

Ann told me that it would still be better if she called me, explaining that with her schedule always changing, it was easier for her to get in touch because my schedule was at least a little more predictable. And she was right...with the time difference, she'd always know when I was home. But it was still nice to have the ability to call if I wanted. Of course, I could have eased my unknown angst by just asking her parents, but I knew it was part of our relationship at the time.

"So, are you going to tell me how you pulled everything off this weekend?"

"What would you like to know? It's a pretty long list...I'm not sure where to start."

"Okay. I'll just ask some questions. But I'm probably going to jump around a bit. I'm pretty tired and my thoughts are scattered."

"That's okay, baby. Just ask, and I'll do my best to answer."

"All right...first thing...where did you get the idea to do the Bond thing?"

"From you, silly. We talked about the movies for hours. And then you said you were going to go to the new one with Matt, but you had to cancel that because of the trip. So, I figured I'd find a way to get you to see the movie with Tina while you were out there. That's how the whole idea for the weekend got started. Hey,I guess this was a good place to start, huh?"

"So how did you find Rachel? You're letter said she's a friend of a friend."

"Yeah. She's a friend of my friend Sonya."

"And Sonya would be?"

"An old roommate of mine. She's an air traffic controller in San Francisco. I lived a couple of years in a big house with 6 roommates, and she was one of them...and we got pretty close. Anyway, we still see each other a lot, and I called her."

"What for?"

"To set things up. When you told me that you were flying out of Fort Wayne, I called Sonya to find out specifics. She knows a lot of people, and she called in a couple of favors for me. She was able to get your flight itinerary pretty easy, and once I knew you were flying United, I had her call Rachel, who called me...and we set that part up. It turned out to be a lot easier than I thought it would be."

"How...how could you set that up?"

"Do you mean 'how', as in why? Or really, how?"

"How...you know. Like how did you do it? It just doesn't seem possible, especially since Rachel travels so much."

"Well, Sonya knows her schedule. At least, when she'll be home, and whatnot. Rachel used to live in San Francisco, and she and Sonya keep in touch. We happened to catch her on a night she was still in Chicago, and she called and pulled a favor or two of her own...and got herself and Maggie...I think it's Maggie..."

"It is," I said, confirming her thought."

"Yeah...Maggie. Anyway, she got them switched to go to Phoenix to meet up with the plane you'd eventually be getting on in Cleveland."

"That seems pretty farfetched," I said, scratching my head.

"Well, I suppose. But Rachel and Maggie were flying out to Chicago like the others anyway, just later in the day...so it wasn't that big of a deal for them to switch with the other two flight attendants and take the earlier flight to Phoenix."

"What did she have to do to make the switch?"

"She said she had to agree to take a flight that those stewardesses had later in the month that they didn't want to do. Maggie too."

"Shit. Now I wished I would have just gone ahead and fucked her since she went to all that trouble."

"I'm not. I'm glad you didn't. I was really having second thoughts about it when I called you at the airport this morning. Besides, Rachel said she was excited because she was going to hook up with two guys she hadn't been with in a while. Some guy in Phoenix, and another in DC. And you shouldn't feel guilty, because I told her that you might not do it anyway."

"And how the hell did you know that? Rachel told me that...how?"

"I don't know really. A premonition, maybe? I just got a feeling inside that told me you wouldn't. And like I said, I was having second thoughts this morning. I'm really ready for you to just be mine again. Not that I have a problem with what you did with Tina tonight. I think it's sweet that you fucked her one last time. And I DID say you were hers the rest of the weekend, so it's a pretty prefect ending. Especially since I came because of it," she said giggling.

"But you didn't say anything to stop me from fucking Rachel. What if I had?"

"I would have dealt with it. I made the bed, babe. If you lie in it for me like I've been asking, I really have no right to complain, do I?"

"But you're happy that I didn't, aren't you?"

"Yes. Just as happy as you are that you didn't. Am I right?"

I laughed. "Yes, Ann. You're right. AGAIN!"

"I didn't mean it that way. I just think it's another sign that we're meant to be together. I think we have such a good read on each other. We just know, and that is so amazing to me."

"You may have a good read on me. I don't have a clue about you. This weekend proved that to me. What about the car and the hotel?"

"You have a clue, Neil. You felt it. But I'm still going to be full of surprises, even if I tell you how I did all of this. Like the car...that was easy too. Sonya works at the airport...she knows a lot of people that work there, including some in the rental car places. So, it only took a couple of calls to find out which one you were booked you with. And I guess the managers at the rental agencies work with managers at other airports all the time. So the guy in San Francisco knew the woman in DC. He called her, and told her I'd be calling."

"Just like that?"

"Pretty much. I upgraded you...they're sending me the bill for the difference between the two cars."

"Babe...why? That had to be expensive."

"Not really. I used Sonya's discount. Anyway, the girl out in DC told me that the company usually sent along a pretty nice packet for the people they were bringing in to interview. So, I just mailed her something to add, and she gave me the info on the hotel where you'd be staying."

"So you called Tammy?"

"Yep. I got lucky there, though. I didn't have any 'ins' with the hotel, and she was the one that answered when I called. It took me a little bit to convince her I was serious. But I eventually won her over."

"How?" I asked.

"Well, there are some things that will just have to remain a secret. But I will say that the clinching factor was I gave her the same exact dresses that I gave Tina, and a bottle of perfume."

"So, how did you know her dress size?"

"I asked her, silly. She sounded cute, and I found out later that I was right when she faxed me a picture at work...and I knew she was at least petite from the sizes. So...anyway, she agreed to trade the two rooms for the one, and send me the bill for the difference."

"Ann...shit, this all had to cost you a fortune!"

"No...like I said, I got lucky. Tammy ended up having an amazing time with you and Tina...not to mention this Jimmy kid she's been talking about. She called this morning and said she was going to do the room exchange at no extra charge; something about burying the paperwork."

"So, how did you get her to want to participate?"

"I don't know about 'participate'. I only got her to agree to pose as an agent to give you the things I shipped out...and to act the part to make it more realistic for you."

"But you actually got her to have sex...how the hell did you talk her into that?"

"There was never any discussion about you having sex with her, Neil. That was all you baby. I had nothing to do with that, other than to tell her it was okay when she called me, once I had her send me the fax of her driver's license to prove she was old enough...and hot enough. She was so desperate when she saw your cock I'm surprised she didn't pay ME for the room. Once you got her, you had her. At least that's how she put it."

"So you talked about me fucking her?" I asked, forgetting that I already knew the answer.

"Yeah...you are paying attention, aren't you? I told you she called me to ask what I thought about her fucking you...and to tell me you and Tina told her that she should give that Johnny kid a blowjob. I think her call had as much to do with him than it did anything else. Apparently they'd been dancing around the idea of hooking up for months. She was making him chase her, and you made it so she had to finally deal with him. She wouldn't say it, but I think you and Tina did her a huge favor there."

Ann talked at length about Tammy, like they'd known each other for years. It was like they had 'met' through an odd arrangement over the phone; in her view, it was something that was logical. Those kinds of situations were apparently commonplace for Ann. Her ability to make friends and to make people feel at ease astounded me. I knew that feeling firsthand by the way Ann and I had gotten back together. She was the type of person that kept friends; holding on to them. She didn't just discard them when she'd move from one place to another. She clung to them as if they were precious and needed to be cherished, and I admired that in her. 

I handn't bee totally sure that Tina was indeed a friend to Ann until I brought it up; logic would tell you she was probably more than a casual acquaintance category. And that seemed like a ludicrous statement for it being about someone she'd never seen before. Yet, when Ann said they were friends, it seemed right. Ann and Tina WERE friends. Ann wouldn't let a little thing like never actually meeting her get in the way of that.

Still, I was intrigued, and felt compelled to ask, "How do you know so much about Tina? Like her dress size and her shoe size, and her birthday and all of that?"

"You DO remember you live in a town where everybody knows everything, right?"

"Yeah," I said, thinking there was no way she asked Matt's mom, the town gossip. But that was the first thing that popped into my head.

"Remember the first time I set you up with Tina?"

"Uh-huh."

"Well, I called her shop to set up a hair appointment for you. But I didn't talk to her. I talked to Wendy, a girl that works for her. And..."

"You got to know her," I said, stating the obvious. It was apparent to me that if Ann talked to someone, she got to know them. Every conversation she had was personal; Ann always offered a little of herself, making a connection you would never expect.

"Yep. She got a nice dress too, for helping me. It's amazing what you can find out from someone just by buying them some clothes. I got more information than I even dreamed I'd get." 

"How about the props Ann? I mean, I know where you got the dildos...but what about the guns, and the holsters? And how did you come up with all of that stuff you wrote? The memos and the envelopes with the special stamps, and...hell, it's like you'd been planning all of it for months."

"I had, now that you mention it. How long ago did we first talk about Bond movies?"

"I don't know. Four or five weeks, maybe? Why?"

"Because. Right after that, I had a dream. You were Bond, and I was one of your girls. I didn't have a name. At least I don't remember one. But hey...I was the girl and you saved me from some diabolical demise at the hands of some evil mastermind...I don't even remember what THAT was all about, really. But the part I DO remember is that I ended up in your arms. Strange though...the bedroom scene was a lot more graphic than the ones they show in the movies," Ann laughed.

"I'll bet it was," I said, wishing I had been with her when she woke up to help her remember things more clearly.

"So, I woke up for the dream and I had an idea that one day, maybe we'd play that out. So, I started looking for props to make it real. I talked Chad and Dana about it." Chad and Dana were Ann's current roommates, along with Dana's two girls from a previous marriage. "Chad's into goofy things like that, and he told me where I might be able to find some toy guns that were like the ones from the movies. So, I've had them and the holsters for a quite a while now. Weeks, actually. I don't suppose Tina gave you hers back, did she?"

I couldn't help but smile at the thought her Ann asking Chad and Dana to help her with something so unusual. Still, that was Ann, being resourceful. Answering her question, I said, "No, why?"

"No big deal. I'll just go and get another one. I guess I shouldn't have expected it back...she is Pussy Galore, after all."

"Why would you need it back in the first place?" I asked, not smart enough to see the bigger picture.

"In case we want to play Bond and Bond girl someday, babe. I doubt I could find a toy one so easily in Indiana...and certainly West Virginia. Real ones, yes...but fakes. I highly doubt it."

"You want to play Bond with me?" I asked.

"That's why I bought them in the first place, Neil. That was my original plan all along. I've had the envelopes and the papers...the confidential stamps...all the things to make official documents; I've had that for weeks. And I had an outline for a mission already written out...well, at least basic premise for one. But when it became you and Tina going on a real mission, I had to scramble. Actually, we scrambled."

"We?" I asked.

"Me and Chad. You're really going to like him. He's a huge Bond fan too, and he's the one that came up with all the stuff in the letters. He wrote them out when I told him about what I wanted to do. And he did it in just a couple of hours while I was packing up the stuff to send out everywhere...it was like he was so in tune with the characters and the plot of what you were going to be doing out there...he did an incredible job, don't you think? He said it was like working on a movie script." 

"That explains a lot...and it was all so realistic."

"Well, I just thought with you missing the movie with Matt, this would be a bigger surprise." It was hard to argue that point. 

"Well, it was. I can't get over all the little details. The lengths you went to to make it seem like I was Bond. Like the watch...it's perfect. I love it, Ann. Did Chad tell you which one to get?"

"FUCK!" Ann said. Her voice was suddenly strained with emotion.

"Fuck? What's that supposed to mean?"

"About the watch, Neil...I...don't know how to tell you this. I...I have a...confession to make."

There was the 'confession' word again. Every time I heard it, it made a shiver run up my spine and caused a sharp pain between my eyes, brought about by thoughts of my ex saying she had a 'small' confession to make the first time I learned of the extra marital affair work shop she'd been teaching. Still, this was Ann, and I had to understand that a confession from her was likely the good kind, if there was such a thing.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 30



"What would that be?" I said, wincing like I was about to get a tetanus shot in my arm. It was a good thing Ann couldn't see me.

"I...I'm not sure how to tell you this Neil. I don't want you to get upset with me."

It was worse than I thought. Or at least, she was making it out to be, by the way she was talking. I tried to steel my nerves, thinking it couldn't possibly be as bad as what I'd already gone through. After all, I had just spent an entire weekend fucking not only Tina, but three other women that I'd never even met before. How could I be upset if Ann had to get some relief of her own? 

But the thought of that made a pit form in my stomach. I suppose it was possible. But I never dreamed that Ann would do something without telling me. As she'd done with me, I was actually supposed to be involved in setting up any sexual adventures she might have. Or at the very least, I was supposed to bless it beforehand, like the call Tammy had made to Ann to get permission to join in the Bond weekend sex-capades. That's the rules we'd set up. Or at least, I thought we had. I was so confused, my thoughts we twisting inside of my head. I could feel my blood pressure rising.

"I'm really not liking how this conversation just turned, Ann."

"I know, Neil. But I've kept this secret too long. And I can't do it anymore," she said, her voice weak and emotional.

God...now it was a secret. Maybe it WAS worse than I thought it could be. All kinds of things ran through my mind. But, unlike in my failed marriage, I swore I was going to address problems in my relationship with Ann head on.

"It sounds like this is more of a real confession."

"I'm afraid it is, Neil. But I want you to know first, I love you."

"I love you too Ann. But if you have to tell me that first...look, just tell me. Tell me, and we'll deal with it."

"Well, it's complicated. I did something I shouldn't have done. I...I just couldn't wait any longer. And I am SO...sorry," Ann said as she started to cry. She dropped the phone, and I could picture her head buried in her hands.

"This...is NOT good," I said to myself as I listened to Ann's tears roll down her cheeks.



Ann: A Love Story Ch. 31



I took another deep breath, and tried to find a pause. Hearing Ann take a quick breath herself, I rushed my words, hoping she'd hear me. "It's okay, babe. Please...stop crying."

Ann had been sobbing almost uncontrollably since she'd confessed, unable to hold in her emotions any longer once she'd told me her secret. It was a déjà vu moment from the phone call I'd had with her at the airport in DC very early that morning. I felt helpless...and the situation seemed hopeless. I prayed I could get her to stop crying long enough to hear me. 

"Ann...please stop crying and talk to me." There was a pause in Ann's cries, and I took a chance that she was actually listening. "You didn't do anything you should be ashamed of, Ann. I love you...and I'm telling you, it's okay."

Ann took another shallow breath, the inflection in her voice showing her level of despair. "N...no it's n...not! It...it wasn't supposed to be this w...way!" she wailed into the phone.

I was elated, if for no other reason than she actually heard me and responded. Jumping on the first opportunity I'd had in the last few minutes, I said, "Who says? We've both known from the start that our relationship was going to be different. Why in the world would this make any difference?"

"B...because! I...I should have been able to ignore it. I sh...should have been able to control myself. How can you t...trust me after I did something so...reckless!"

"Reckless? That's bullshit, Ann. Look at all the things you just did for me this weekend. For God's sake...I was off fucking different women all weekend long because of YOU. Hell, there was one that you didn't even know about until after I'd done it. Compared to that, I think this is only fair, really."

"No it's not. This it totally different and you know it! I was supposed to be able to wait, Neil. There's no excuse for what I did. I was impatient. I was s...selfish," she stammered, starting to sob again.

"Ann. You're being irrational. It was ridiculous from the start to think that I'd expect you to wait this long. This is really all my fault."

"No it isn't! Stop trying to make it seem okay, Neil. I let you down. And after all you've been through, you deserved better than to have me go out and do this to you. You must feel..."

"Ann...stop it! Seriously. What's it been? Over six weeks. That's a long time for you to go without it. And it had to be driving you nuts."

"B...but I should have told you I wanted to. I should have at least ASKED you if it was okay."

"Okay...I'll grant you that. Maybe you should have asked first. But the truth is, I wasn't thinking about your needs, or what you must have been going through. I never really thought about what it must be like for you to go this long without it. Is this why you started crying when you called me this morning?

"Yes," she said, sniffing a little, trying to get control of herself.

"Well, it all makes sense now. But why are you tormenting yourself like this?"

"Because, Neil. Doing something like THIS is bad...and to do it behind your back? GOD, I must be the worst fiancée ever. You must think I'm the most ungrateful woman in the world," she said.

"Why would you say that, Ann?"

"Because I just did it without thinking about how you'd feel. I was only thinking of me. And I swore to myself that I would never, ever do that in our relationship. But I had this little voice nagging at me, and I caved to the pressure. It was all an impulse. I didn't think about how you'd react...I was only trying to satisfy my own selfish needs. And once Dave pulled it out and showed it to me. God, Neil...it was so big...and so beautiful. I...I just had to have it. It was almost like I needed it. And that's just not like me, Neil. Not at all. I just don't DO these kinds of things."

"I don't think this was as selfish as you're making it out to be, Ann. You DID need it. Hell, you deserve it. And after all, it's not like I could do anything about it from where I am. And it's going to be another six weeks before I'm going to see you. Asking you to go three months would have been like punishment. I want this to be a happy time...for both of us."

"There had to be another way, Neil. If I would have just talked to you about it, maybe you could have found a different way to take care of it. But by taking matters into my own hands...I never gave you the chance to tell me how you felt about it, or for you to make some arrangements for me to take care of it. I'm sure if I would have just told you, you would have found some amazing, incredible way to take care of me, Neil. I never gave you a chance to set that something up." 

Ann started to whimper again, and I could tell she was on the edge of losing it all over again. "Don't start crying again, Ann."

"I can't help it...I'm sorry. I'm so sorry about everything."

"There's nothing to be sorry about. I mean, you're right...maybe I could have set something up. But I never even thought about it...I'm the one who should be saying I'm sorry."

"Well that's silly. I did it."

"Right. You wanted it, and I didn't think about you needing it. That's kind of my point...we both played a part in this. And we can debate forever who feels worse. It doesn't matter. All that matters is that, in the end, you got it. Besides, you said Dave was really good, right? Didn't you say he took care of you?"

"Yeah...I suppose."

"You suppose? Ann...did he make you happy?"

"Yes," she said sheepishly.

"And were you satisfied with what he did for you?"

"Well, yeah...but I knew I'd be happy in the end. I mean, it's not like I don't know him, or like that was the first time I'd ever been there. I've been going to him for years, and he's always treated me like a princess. I think that's because he's older...he just has a way to a woman's heart when it comes to these things. And when he found out I was getting married and that you and I wouldn't have a chance to be together for months...well, he kind of insisted on being the one to help me out. I didn't have the heart to tell him no. Besides, like I said, I knew he'd take care of me, and he did...big time. In fact, it turned out better than I ever could have imagined. But really, Neil, I don't see what that has to do with what I did. It was still wrong."

"It has everything to do with it, Ann. This is something you're going to live with the rest of your life. If you would had bothered to ask me, I would have told you to make sure you when you did it, that you should make sure to go to someone that was going give you exactly what you wanted. Like I said, you deserve it."

"Well, Dave sure did that. But I wish I could take back. It wasn't worth hurting you." 

"You didn't hurt me, Ann. And you can't tell me it wasn't worth it. I know you felt better about yourself the next day...you had to. Am I right?"

Ann was silent for a moment, and said, "You're right." 

"I know I am Ann...face it...you only get an engagement ring once!"   ~*~*~*~*~*~

It was the oversight of all oversights. Of course, if you don't know you're going to ask someone to marry you until seconds before you do it, it's a little unrealistic to think that you'd have a ring at the ready to pull out of your pocket to give her. And it was a Saturday night; actually, it was early Sunday morning to be more precise. It wasn't like there was a 24-hour jewelry store in the little blip on the map where I happened to live. Couple all of that with fact that Ann got up and got on a plane just a few short hours later, and it set up the situation that I was now dealing with.

It really was an oversight. More of a crime of omission, in light of what Ann had been going through. I never thought of it, but Ann was having a hard time convincing people that she really WAS getting married, because she didn't have an engagement ring. When you looked at it for what it was, our engagement was sort of an implausible story. A woman goes back to the Midwest for her high school reunion, and meets a guy she really barely knew in school, but not at the reunion itself...at a mutual friends' house instead. They see each other every day for six days, and end up falling in love and deciding to get married. A story like that needs proof. And proof of an engagement usually comes in the form of a ring. 

Not only that, but after going week after week without having one, two other things were happening to Ann. The first was that the people that DID believe her started to question what kind of guy she was marrying. In their eyes, he was apparently one so out of touch he didn't see the importance that an engagement ring meant to a woman betrothed. And that made Ann furious that they were questioning the integrity of the man she loved.

The second was that she didn't have the force field that an engagement ring provided. The automatic 'I'm engaged' shield that would make would be lust filled suitors take pause and turn heel, forcing them to look elsewhere for a place to put their dicks. 

It shouldn't have surprised me. Ann was a hot babe, working in a store filled with stylish cloths designed specifically to make a hot babe like her look even hotter. Based on the limited wardrobe she'd brought with her on the trip to Indiana, and her own admission that she'd toned down what she'd brought in order to better assimilate into the ultra conservative environment where I lived, I could only imagine how Ann dressed normally. I was sure I'd only seen the watered down version, and that made me excited just thinking about it. And there was the rub. Without the ring, Ann's claims of being engaged, and therefore no longer available, were often ignored. She was still getting hit on several times every day. 

Ann was telling her plight to her friend Dave one day over her lunch break. Dave ran a jewelry store in the mall where she worked. Upon hearing that Ann was upset and why, he proposed the solution by saying it was fate that it worked out the way that it did, so she could get a huge discount from him on the engagement and wedding rings. As it turned out, Ann bought all of them, and my Bond watch as well. 

I didn't do her any favors by not even thinking to find a way to solve the problem myself. Then again, I never knew there was a problem, or a potential problem. So, I never brought it up. And Ann didn't mention it, thinking it wasn't her place. She didn't want to seem pushy or needy, which is a ludicrous thought. But the fact that it never crossed my mind was inexcusable, at least to me. Why wouldn't an engagement ring be important to her? And why was I so out of touch that I never thought I needed to get her one right away?

"Do you have a problem with me buying the wedding rings too? I never gave you a chance to see them," she asked, still struggling to get past the guilt she'd built up over having to buy her own engagement ring without telling me about it.

"The way I look at it, if I would have gotten you an engagement ring like I should have, you wouldn't have seen it ahead of time. At least this way, you got rings you really like."

"But what if you don't like the ring I picked out for you?"

"Why wouldn't I like it? You picked it out...and I love you, Ann. I think that just makes it more special to me."

"It is beautiful. I think you're really going to love it. I just wish..."

"Ann, this is all my fault. I can't believe I didn't think about this, or about how you must have felt. You must think I'm the most insensitive jerk in the world. We've spent so much time talking about seemingly everything imaginable. And yet it never crossed my stupid mind that you didn't have an engagement ring. Here you have all of your friends excited for you, and I robbed you of one of the best parts of being engaged in the first place...getting to show off the ring."

"I could have said something, Neil. And it wasn't a big deal at first. I just kind of thought you'd bring one out with you when come out to get me. But then, that seemed so far away, and I couldn't take it anymore."

Come out to get her? I blinked, not remembering ever having THAT conversation. 

"Neil?"

"Uh...yeah?"

"What's wrong?"

"Uh...nothing. Why?"

"You know, based on what I'm hearing, or not hearing, I think we need to work on our communication again, babe. We've never talked about you coming out, have we?"

"Not that I recall. But then again, I'm still trying to figure out how I could be so stupid not to think about the engagement ring. You want me to come out there?"

"Yes. Is that a problem?"

Ann wanted me to meet her friends. It wasn't likely that many of them were going to be able to make it out to the wedding, since we had decided that it would be in Indiana because that was closer to our families. She didn't want them to feel left out, so my coming out would be a kind of celebration with them before Ann moved. 

Ann was explaining herself, feeling like she needed to convince me. She said, "Besides babe; I have to get my car there somehow, and driving from California to Indiana by myself isn't something I really think I want to do. I was kind of hoping you'd fly out, spend a few days in California with me, and then we could have a nice adventure together driving back."

The way she said the last part, about the trip back and making it an adventure really intrigued me. And frankly, the idea of having a week with Ann before she came back to Indiana thrilled me. I'd still be living at my parent's place, and she'd be at hers...until we got married. Which meant that we would be back to being together, but we'd still be apart in a sense. And since I'd never been to California, I was having a hard time seeing anything negative about it.

"What do you think, Neil?"

"I'd love to, Ann. I still have some vacation left. I could take a week off and fly out on a Friday after work. It sounds like you have the rest planned out. When are we talking about?"

"September. My last day is Friday the 8th. If you came out that day, we'd have an entire week to...play." 

"Well, I'm not sure about the entire time. I'm guessing it would take us four days to drive home, unless you wanted to drive straight through."

"No way. We're stopping. This is a vacation for you. And I want it to be fun for the both of us. I've already..."

"I know babe. You have a jump-start on me. I'm sure you already have it all planned out."

"No I don't. I just have some ideas, that's all. In fact, I kind of like the idea of being spontaneous. Let's just see what happens. So, can you come out then?"

"Sure...I'll put in for the vacation tomorrow, babe. That should give me time to save up money for the airline tickets."

"I already have that covered...that's what I was going to tell you," she said with a little giggle.

"No...not..."

"Relax. It's not Rachel. Sonya's helping us out. It's a wedding gift."

"Oh...okay. Well, that's a relief. Let me set things up as far as the vacation, and then she can make the plane reservations, okay?"

"Okay babe. Now, can we talk about the wedding?"

"Wedding? We haven't even set a date yet," I said with a laugh.

"Actually, that's what I want to talk about. Now that we both know when I'll be back in Indiana, I think we should go ahead and set the date. I want to know exactly how long I'll be stuck at my parents. Even though things are better between me and my Mom, I want to be living with you, not my parents."

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I agreed with Ann. I had been in my parents' house long enough too. And the thought of her being home, but having to still be apart would drive me insane. That said, we couldn't just rush into it. I'd been married before, but this was going to be Ann's wedding. I'd already denied her the elation of showing off an engagement ring to her friends and family. I wasn't about to deny her the wedding she'd always dreamed of. 

We decided almost immediately that the wedding would be at her parent's church. I'd gotten married in my parent's church the first time, and the thought of walking down that aisle again made me queasy. Coming up with a date took a little longer to work out. As much as we wanted to get married right away, we both knew that that wasn't going to happen. We needed time to find a place to live if we were going to be in Indiana, and time to actually plan the wedding. We went back and forth, and finally we agreed on two Saturdays in early December. Ann loved the idea of a Christmas wedding theme. We picked two different possible days, in case we couldn't get the Franklin's church on one of the dates, we'd hopefully be able to have it for the other. 

Now having our immediate future sort of planned out, Ann was excited. Very excited, as it turned out.

"God I wish you were here, baby. I could really use a nice, long fuck right now."

"After the day I've had, I'm not sure I'd do you much good right now. But it would be wonderful to try. I wish I would have just switched planes this morning like I'd said and flown to California."

"Would you really have done that for me?" she asked. I could hear the way she was breathing, and knew she was thinking about that fuck.

"If you needed me to. I don't like hearing you cry."

"How about moan? Do you like it when I moan?"

"Sounds to me like you're already well on your way. What are you doing?"

"I'm thinking about you. And I'm thinking about how nice it would be if you'd help me one more time before we hang up. I know you have to get some sleep. But I really need this, Neil. I promised myself I wouldn't cum again until you got home. And now I know that once isn't going to be enough. Please?"

"Where's Antonio?"

"He's right here at the ready. What do you want him to do?"

"Which hand is he in, Ann?"

"My right. I always use my right. I'm right handed...you know that. Why?"

"I want you to use your left hand this time...and only your left."

"Why? What difference does it make? I need to cum fast baby."

"You will. I promise. Now, pick up Antonio with your left hand and hold it in front of you. Do you have a speaker phone on that thing?"

"No. Of course not."

"Okay, well, put the phone in your right hand and then put it next to your ear...and hold it for a minute with your shoulder. Can you do that?"

"I'm a woman, Neil. Of course I can talk on the phone without my hand holding it."

I laughed and said, "Sorry. I forgot that was part of female DNA. Do you have him in your hand yet?"

"Yes," she said impatiently.

"Okay, I want you to hold it like I'm standing in front of you, and you're on your knees in front of me. Use your right hand to hold the very base."

I heard Ann moving, obviously changing her position. "Okay, I'm doing it. What now?"

"Take your left hand, and start stroking it like it's me, and you want to get it hard."

"It's already hard, babe...just like you always are," she giggled.

"Just do it for me."

"Okay, okay...I am. Why am I doing this though? I..."

"Patience Ann. You're the one that said you wanted a nice long fuck. It's all about the foreplay."

"Ooooh," she said, sighing into the phone. Just from the sound she was making, I knew it wouldn't take her long once I let her fuck herself with her dildo. But drawing out the preamble of our latest round of phone sex would only make it better for her.

"Are you doing it? Are you stroking it?"

"Yes, baby."

"Where's your thumb?"

"It's...underneath the shaft. Why?"

"Make sure your mouth is in line with the cock, like you're thinking about licking the head."

"Okay, I had to move it down a little. Now what? Do you want me to lick it?"

"Not yet. I'll tell you what to do. But first, I want you to picture that it's me in your mind. It's not Antonio any more. It's me. I'm right there with you from now on every time you use it. Can you do that?"

"Um hum," Ann moaned, and I pictured her in my mind smiling as she licked her lips.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 31



"Close your eyes for a moment and think about me. That's me standing in front of you, babe. You can see my shaved cock and balls, and they're straining because I'm so excited about what you're doing to me. You're making me harder and harder with the amazing way you're using your hand on my shaft. Can you see that in your mind?"

"Yessss, baby. You're right here, and I've got your hard cock in my hand."

"Good. Now open your eyes. There's something I want you to look at. Are they open?"

"Yes."

"Are you still stroking it?"

"Uh huh," she said, breathless now.

"Look at your hand, Ann. Look at it. See your ring? I want you to look at your ring as your hand slides back and forth."

"Oh...God, Neil," Ann said very softly. The strain in her voice was evident as she choked back some emotions.

"That's your engaged hand Ann...loving on my engaged cock. A cock that's all yours and nobody else's, unless you say otherwise. And that hand on my cock is mine...that ring says so. And it's all mine, unless I decide to share you some day. Can you feel my cock twitching from the thought of how excited that makes me? That you belong to me, and I belong to you?"

"Uh huh," she said quickly. Obviously, she really couldn't feel it twitch. It was rubber and just a stand in for the real thing. But I had no doubt she felt it in her heart. 

"I'm excited Ann. Take my cock in your mouth. Suck on the head and the shaft and get it all wet so I can fuck you with it."

"Oh yes," she said, before mumbling something inaudible as she stuffed her mouth full. With the phone so close, I could hear the slurping. From the sound of it, Ann was really getting into what I was asking her to do. I could feel my tired, aching cock start to rise as she moaned around the cock in her mouth.

"Keep your eyes on your ring, Ann. Look at how it shines as you hold the base of my cock while you suck me." I didn't know if it was shining or not. She could have been in the dark for all I knew. But her reaction told me differently, as she made a muffled squealing sound. It was a squeal of delight if ever I'd heard one.

I let her go just a bit longer, taking my own hard shaft in my hand. I hadn't planned on it, but she had a way of getting me excited, even 2000 miles away. I felt transported, and all of a sudden there I was with Ann, ready to join in with her. "I need to fuck you Ann. Take my cock and feed it into your sweet pussy. I want to feel you give yourself to me."

I heard an audible pop as Ann pulled the cock from her mouth. "Oh God, Neil...I am so hot for you right now. Fuck me, baby. Please fuck me."

"Okay, baby. But don't take your hand off of my shaft. I want to see that ring as you feel me going in and out of you."

"Oh, shit!" Ann said, as she responded to the thick dildo sliding inside her cunt. 

"Feel me go all the way inside, baby. I want you to feel my shaft buried deep."

"I feel so full, Neil. I've missed you so much. Please fuck me!"

"I am, right now, Ann. Nice and slow like you wanted it. I'm going to fuck you until we cum together."

"Together?" she asked, snapping out of our fantasy for just a second.

"Yes, baby. Together...I can feel your pussy gripping me tight as I move in and out of you. I can't believe how wet you are right now." That was a total guess, but I would have been stunned if I was wrong. Of course, I wasn't. 

"I am...listen," she said as she moved the phone down next to her pussy and pumped herself with her toy. When she put the phone back to her ear, Ann was panting. "I'm getting closer baby!"

I picked up the pace as I jacked myself, wanting to make sure I came close to cumming with her. It's hard enough to do it when you're actually together, feeding off the physical reactions of your lover and how your bodies stimulate each other. Having orgasms at the same time over the phone was a little like trying to bring a boat to a dead stop in an exact location. I might be able to get in the vicinity of where I wanted to be, but the timing would more than likely be off a little.

"Feel me fuck you harder, Ann. Can you feel that...I want to fuck you hard and deep with my fat cock," I said. I knew her hand and arm might be getting tired, but she never let on. "I love seeing your ring move back and forth with your hand, baby. And soon, there's going to be a wedding ring to go with it!"

Timing is everything in life. Those who lack the good kind can, for instance, chose the wrong words at the wrong time and end up making an ass of themselves, or they never speak at all, and feel the burden of a missed opportunity as it sweeps past them. Or they make poor decisions because they wait too long overanalyzing, or they are too hasty and don't think things through well enough. Or maybe they swing early and miss, or they swing late and foul off a good pitch. 

Those fortunate to have good timing reap the benefits. The ball making solid contact on the sweet spot of the bat, ripping that pitch for a base hit in the gap. The wise choice that might lead to a better job and a better life that goes with it. Or, saying just the right thing at the perfect time, and ending up with the woman of their dreams. 

Timing can also come and go, as with the times of your life. When things are going bad, timing is almost always off. And when times are going good, it seems everything you do is a result of great timing. It's the chicken and the egg. Does good timing happen because you're going through a good period in your personal ebb and flow? Or does the good timing put you in a frame of mind that cultivates a better personal outlook, and therefore, the good times that you enjoy? Regardless, after riding a long and seemingly endless streak of poor timing and bad personal fortune, the tables had turned. I was on what some people like to call...a roll.

My timing had been perfect. Ann was on the verge of a huge climax, and when I'd mentioned her wearing a wedding ring, she came, dropping the phone in the process. I could tell, because of her screaming out my name.

"Fuck, Neil! I'M CUMMING!"

I listened to the exquisite sounds of her orgasm as I pumped my fist hard over my cock, spewing my load all over my stomach and chest as I groaned into the phone. I was sure Ann didn't hear me. But I knew we'd cum together...and I was sure if she searched her soul, she knew it. I looked down at my hand gripping my cock, and smiled. I'd used my left, something I rarely did. I couldn't help but think it was some kind of subconscious thought, tied to Ann using her left hand, and about how someday soon, I'd have a ring on mine.

"Sorry I dropped the phone baby. That was so..."

"It was. I love hearing you, Ann. I hope you didn't disturb your roommates."

"They're not here right now. Chad and Dana had to go pick up the girls. It was their father's weekend with them."

"Well, I guess this was all perfect timing," I said with a laugh.

"That would depend. Did you cum with me like you said you were going to?"

"Absolutely," I answered truthfully.  "You wouldn't just be saying that, would you? I know you said you had a long day. I'm sure you have, and you've done a lot this weekend. Plus, you just came for Tina a few hours ago."

Looking to my right, I got inspired and reached toward my nightstand. Moments later, Ann heard a noise. "What was that?" she asked.

"Documentation," I replied.

"What?"

"I took a picture of my hard cock, and the mess you helped me make. I'll be mailing it with the other ones from the weekend. Do you want me to mail them to your work, or to the house?"

"Holy shit! You did cum with me, didn't you!"

"I told you I would, sweetheart. I love you."

"I love you too, Neil! We are going to make the hottest couple EVER!"

"We already are, babe. But that's more because of you than it will ever be me!"

"That's what you think. If I could make my tongue go through this phone, I'd be licking up that mess right now."

"See, you proved my point. You are one hot babe. I've got to go, though. Where do you want me to send them?"

Ann thought about it for a moment. "Send them to work. Just make sure you send them to my attention. I'm there more than I am at home, anyway. And sometimes Dana's girls get excited when a package shows up and they open it. I don't want to have to explain that."

"Why? Someday we're going to have to explain them to our kids."

"Oh...fuck!" Ann screamed. She must have still been playing with her dildo, because she dropped the phone. Not knowing how long she was going to be, I knew I had to get to bed...so, I said goodnight. 

She must have heard me, because she yelled, "Goodnight, baby!" as she came one more time for me. 

I couldn't wait to see what she'd be like on the phone when she actually got to look at the pictures Tina and I had taken on the trip. Now all I had to do was mail them.



Ann: A Love Story Ch. 32



***** "Right Here Waiting", written by Richard Marx. Performed by Richard Marx, 'Repeat Offender", 1989.

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You would think mailing a package would be easy. After all, it wasn't like I was a little kid, and I was doing it for the first time. I'd done it more times than I could remember. But as I walked into the post office with my neatly prepared parcel, I was suddenly fear stricken. It was the same exact feeling in my gut that I'd gotten the first time I'd ever walked into a convenience store as a teenager and asked the woman behind the counter for a copy of Penthouse. 

Marlin, Ann's father, stood behind the counter, waiting on someone that was trying to mail a package that wasn't up to postal standards. I admired his patience as he took it from her and redid the wrapping, and then filled out new address information so that it could be mailed and actually make it to it's destination. It was the kind of personal customer service that you wouldn't see outside of a small town. I couldn't imagine having a postal worker doing that in, say, Fort Wayne. 

But as I stood three deep in line, I wondered if I wasn't better off driving there to find out. What if the post office had some newfangled x-ray machine that could see through what I was about to mail through the system? I suddenly thought that it was a mistake wrapping the package in plain brown paper, thinking it might tip off some overzealous postal inspector as to the type of pictures that I'd enclosed inside. Brown paper practically screams that X-rated material is inside, doesn't it?

I'd had a chance to compose myself a little before I made it to the front of the line. Watching Marlin work with the various people that were in line before me helped. He really was good, and made what seemed like a mundane encounter very personal for the people he waited on. I could see where Ann got some of her personality from, and it was easy to understand why she was so good at her job. I was sure it was a trait she shared with her father, the whole customer service aspect of dealing with the public. 

"Well, hello there young man! It's great to see you," Marlin said, finally able to turn his attention towards me.

"Hi Mr. Franklin. It's great to see you too."

"Neil, for the hundredth time...its Marlin. I'm not going to be one of those fathers that you need to be afraid of. Okay?"

"Sorry Sir. It's a force of habit. Just how I was raised, I guess...I'm always thinking that my Dad is nearby, and what he'd say if I didn't...you know...show respect."

"Well, there's nothing wrong with that. But I've given you permission, so you don't have to worry. And I'm sure your Dad would understand under the circumstances."

"Yes Sir," I said, and Marlin raised an eyebrow, giving me a sly grin. "Okay, Marlin," I answered a second time.

"That's better. Now, what can I do ya for?" 

I handed him the box of pictures. I had separated out all the ones we'd taken, making sure to make a pile to take to Tina. I took the time to write a number on the back of the ones I was sending Ann, and I wrote down a description for each number on a piece of paper to use when I would talk to Ann in the future. I also kept some photos for myself, to use to help prompt me. I put the pictures into numbered envelopes that corresponded with descriptions of events on my cheat sheet, so that I could tell Ann to pull out a certain envelope and we could use the contents to have some fun. 

I wanted to draw out the adventure of opening the envelopes. Since we had six weeks of time to fill before we'd be together, I didn't want to hurry and use them all up in one phone call. Thinking about how Ann had worked so hard to set up the adventure for me, I wanted to return the favor.

I also had packet of pictures that Tina had taken of the area we'd visited. I wanted Ann to look at them right away to see what it was like out in West Virginia, and help her make up her mind if it might be a place she'd want to live. I'd lived out East before, so I had a pretty good idea of what I would be getting into. But for Ann, I was sure it would be a major change. Since I had no idea of when an actual job offer might come, if at all, I wanted her to have as much time to think about it as I could give her.

I took all of the envelopes with me to work on Tuesday, and created a little X-rated care package. I had worked at the mail table at the plant when I first started working there after college, so I was able to go over during my morning break and wrap it up and get it ready to go. But I didn't want to mail it out from there. Instead, I decided to take it to the post office during lunch. It wouldn't have been a problem to ship it from work, but I just felt better about getting it out of the plant and on its way.

"I see she finally gave you her address, at least at work. Did she give you her phone numbers too?" he asked.

I was a little surprised Marlin knew Ann had kept it from me, but I couldn't help but smile. "Yeah...she gave me all of her information. I guess that means she's going to keep me."

"I don't think there was ever any doubt about that, Neil," he said with a chuckle, "So, what are you sending my daughter?"

I swallowed hard, but held my composure. "Some pictures of my trip from the weekend. I took some so that she'd have an idea of what the area looks like, and what it has to offer."

"Wow...that's a great idea. I've been kind of worried she'd go in sight unseen. At least now she'll have a little info to go on. What do you think the odds are you'll get the job?"

I looked over my shoulders to make sure I was alone, and Marlin got quiet. "Sorry son...I forgot. You know, why don't we talk about this over fishing? Is there a night this week you can get away after work?"

I gave him a big smile. I really did like Jean and Marlin...I knew they were different people now than the ones Ann grew up with, and I got along with them great. "Thursday's good," I answered.

"Perfect...I get off early on Thursday's! We'll go and then we'll come back to the house and fry em up. I'll tell Jean you're coming over."

I thanked him for the gesture, but I had to get going. I was due back to work, and I didn't want to be late. "When do you think these will get to Ann?"

"When do you want them there?" he asked.

"I dunno. I guess I'd like her to have them by Friday?" I said, sounding more like a question.

"No problem. I'll have them there by then, if not before." I pulled out my wallet, and Marlin waved me off. "It's on me, Neil. See you Thursday. Stop by the house around 4 and we'll head out to a nice lake I know of." 

I thanked him and made my way back to the car. As I started the engine, I smiled. I could remember being worried at one point that doing something like fishing Marlin, or having dinner with him and Jean, would only depress me because it would only remind me of Ann. As I drove to work, I found myself looking forward to it for that very reason...because it would remind me of Ann.

~*~*~*~*~*~

It was a short trip back to the plant from the post office. And yet, it seemed to take longer than normal. Maybe that was because I was taking back streets, and I never went fast enough to get my car out of third gear. It wasn't because of traffic. There was hardly ever traffic in the tiny blip of a town I lived in. I was letting the melody of the song playing on my stereo move me, and that meant I was driving slower than normal for me. 

'Oceans apart, day after day, and I slowly go insane. I hear your voice, on the line. But it doesn't stop the pain. If I see you next to never, how can we say forever?'

Before I left for Michigan, and my infamous trip to Ann Arbor to unknowingly reinvent my life, I bought a new cassette that became sort of my theme tape for the weekend. It was an album by Richard Marx, his second, and it quickly became one of my favorites. I'd honed in on several songs that made the drive easier...the kind where you roll down the window and crank it up. 

'Wherever you go, whatever you do, I will be right here waiting for you.'

But one that I'd tended to overlook was the one that was currently being played on the radio station I was listening to. Since it was a ballad, I sort of skipped past it every time it came up on my tape. I'd hit fast forward, and select the button that would make the tape stop in the pause between songs, going to the next one. I wanted to listen to songs that kept me going...driving songs. And in the frame of mind I was in at the time, a romantic song of two lovers separated by distance and time didn't appeal to me at all. I was still hurting because of the divorce. I was still lost.

'I took for granted all the times, that I thought would last somehow. I hear the laughter, I taste the tears, but I can't get near you now. Oh can't you see it baby; you've got me going crazy.'

But now I was healed; my soul repaired by Dawn, and my heart belonging to Ann. And the same song that I had avoided before was now a hit...and not only with Top 40 radio across the country. It was also a hit with me and Ann. The words were too close to home for us. It was our song. We weren't technically 'oceans apart', other than when she was in California, and I was in Virginia over the weekend. But it seemed that way. And the rest of the lyrics seemed like they were written exclusively for us. That was why the pictures were so important...to help us both get through the waiting we were about to continue together. 

'I wonder how we can survive this romance. But in the end if I'm with you, I'll take the chance.'

As I pulled into the parking lot, the last lines of the song played out. I looked at my eyes in the rear view mirror. They were happy; a big change from the slightly misty look they'd get when I first started hearing the song on the radio every day. I took the car out of gear, wanting to hear the end...something I couldn't have fathomed a couple months or so before. I still had over a month to endure without my love, and while the song could have made me sad, instead, it built me up. It made me realize how empty my life would be if I'd never seen Ann that night at Matt's house. 

'Wherever you go, whatever you do, I will be right here waiting for you. Whatever it takes, or how my heart breaks, I will be right here waiting for you.'

Sighing, I turned off the engine, knowing Ann and I were indeed waiting for each other. I was happily humming the melody as I walked back into the plant, excited about the package I'd just mailed; thinking about the contents, and the adventures it would inspire over the phone in the coming weeks. We were going to be waiting, but that didn't mean we wouldn't be with each other...at least in some way.

~*~*~*~*~*~

"Good Afternoon, Neil Thomas."

"Hey buddy. How was your trip?"

"Hi Mark. It was...eventful."

"I'll bet. So, did your hairdresser go through with it and actually go with you?"

"Yeah...she was Pussy."

"She was what?"

"Not what...who."

My friend Mark had called. Even though he was now my largest customer, I'd always considered him more of a friend. Particularly since the weekend he'd invited me up to play softball with his company team...the weekend he and his girlfriend Jill introduced me to Dawn. The weekend Dawn rescued me, and changed my life.

I'd told him about the interview I was going on. It wasn't the normal thing you'd tell a customer, announcing that you might be leaving to take on a job elsewhere. But then again, our relationship was different, as that fateful weekend showed. 

"Ann did all of that, in just a couple of days?" he said after I'd recounted the story. Well, I gave him a shortened version, making sure to hit all of the highlights.

"Yeah. I know it sounds a little too good to be true. But it was amazing. It was also my last hurrah, at least for the foreseeable future."

"What do you mean?"

"Ann and I are going monogamous for a while. We need to. She's coming home at the beginning of September, and I think we both need some time to get ourselves in touch with who we are together."

"So, have you set a date?" he asked, thinking of the next logical question.

"Early December. Either the 2nd or the 9th, depending on when we can get the church."

"What about the job? How does that all play into it?"

"I'm not worried about that. I think I interviewed okay. But I know there are people out there a lot more qualified. I don't know that equipment. It's a big step from what I do, to the stuff they're going to be doing. If they're looking for someone who can run the equipment and teach people to do that, I'm screwed. If they're looking for someone that can manage people and processes...who knows?"

"Bullshit, man. You can do it. It's not all that different than what we do here, and you aced the concept test when you came up and took the tour. You impressed the hell out of Harry; and everybody else that met you."

"Well, that may be true. But we're a long way off from them even offering the job to anybody. I'm not going to stress about it. I just want to get through the next six weeks and get Ann home."

"Well, let me know when the wedding is as soon as you can. I need to make sure Jill and I can get off. I don't want to miss it."

"First of all, I don't think you and Jill are having any problems getting off. And what makes you think you're invited anyway?" I said with a laugh.

"Funny. Don't quit your day job?"

"We already talked about that," I said laughing.

"You're right, we have. In fact, we've talked about just about everything. Except...are we ever going to talk about what you've been avoiding forever?" Mark asked. He knew I didn't really want to talk about Dawn. But we had to. It was out there, in the back of my mind. I wondered how she took the news that I was getting married.

"Okay. How is she?" I asked, surprising myself that I went into the conversation without being drug in kicking and screaming.

"From what I understand, she's doing fantastic."

"From what you understand? What's that supposed to mean?"

"Dawn finally moved out. She's living in her own place now."

"Really?"

"Yeah. She's been dating a guy Jill introduced her to. It appears to be pretty serious...but she insists they're taking it slow. At least, she said it's slow compared to you," he said with a laugh.

"So, she..."

"She's fine Neil. You both knew it just was for the weekend. Don't look back man. She's not, and you shouldn't either. Besides, she's happy for you and Ann. We all are."

"Do you think she'd come to the wedding?" I asked, wondering almost at once why I'd said it.

"Ha...I don't know. That might be too much for both of you, frankly. Like bringing a match to a dynamite making party. And I'm not sure where she's going to be in December. She keeps saying it's not serious, but Jill says she's thinking of moving to Arizona with this guy. She may not even be here."

I was a little surpised when Mark said Dawn might be moving...but I shouldn't have been. Hell, I might be moving. And he was right...as much as I wanted to share my joy with Dawn, it was a mistake to even think about asking her to the wedding. We both needed to remember our weekend for what it was, and leave it at that. 

"It's okay Mark. Tell Dawn I'm really happy for her, will you?"

"Only if you tell Sexy that Jill wants to meet her when we come down for the wedding," Mark said, referring to Nancy, the plant receptionist he had a thing for. 

"Why don't you tell her yourself?" I asked. 

"Effect...I think it would help if you said something. Is she still looking as hot as ever?" 

"Hotter. Since she and I...well, you know. Since then, she's dressing a lot more...well, a lot less actually," I said with a laugh.

"So, will you say something to her?"

"Sure. I'll ask for you. Talk about a match and dynamite, though...if you three get together you might just blow up the town."

~*~*~*~*~*~

My conversation with Mark brought some needed closure. Somewhere, deep inside, I needed to know that Dawn was okay. And that she knew that I was okay. It wasn't something I felt compelled to have to hear from her personally. I didn't necessarily agree with Mark's assessment. Dawn and I didn't have the kind of relationship where I felt we'd be in danger of instantly ripping each other's clothes off and start at each other no matter the consequences. I'm not sure I could actually define what our relationship really was, mind you. But I didn't have a fear of some tumultuous moment during my upcoming wedding where she'd stand up and object, like a scene from a movie. 

But if her being there would take away from Ann's moment in any way, then it was a mistake I wasn't willing to make. My curiosity satisfied that Dawn and I had both moved positively into our individual futures, I took a deep and contented breath. I smiled. I was happy with where I was in my life...truly happy.

And so it began. The long six-week journey towards some semblance of normality in my life. At least, normal as defined by Ann. There would be twists and turns, and lots of phone conversations. But as expected, gone were the weekly trysts with Tina. I thought it would be more like trying to quit smoking. I'd considered Tina kind of addictive, and I figured I would need some kind of 12-step program to get her out of my system. But to my surprise, it proved to be rather easy. I quit, as they say, 'cold turkey'. 

That didn't mean there weren't some tempting moments, where I felt an aching yearn to feel her writhing underneath me again. The first was when I'd stopped by her shop that first week to give her the photos of our adventure as secret agents. I could feel her desire as she leafed through images in front of me, looking up every now and then to see my reaction. I felt guilty just dropping them off and leaving. 

I suppose there needed to be some closure there too. Tina hinted of hopes that Ann would have a change of heart, and how amazing what invariably would happen as a result could be if she let us. It was a big test for me, and as I drove home, I mentally patted myself on the back for passing it...right before I ran back to my room before anyone got home and patted my erection frantically with my fist.

There were also the couple of times I went in for haircuts. We were both smart enough to schedule the appointments for earlier in the day. And I made sure to wear more constrictive clothing. But Tina only used that as an opportunity to tease me mercilessly with her body and her magical hands. She took great delight in trying to get me hard, which wasn't particularly difficult on her part. Her glee was magnified in that she was doing it with other people around. The first time she cut my hair, I walked out of her shop with a noticable limp from the big lump in my crotch, which had her giggling almost uncontrollably.

But those moments were becoming more and more rare. They were replaced by things like my weekly fishing trip with Marlin on Thursdays, followed by dinner at the Franklin home. If we didn't catch enough to fry up and eat, Jean would make something else she'd have ready to go just in case. 

He had invited me that first time, and we'd all had such a wonderful evening. When he called me at work the following Wednesday to remind me to be at their house after work to head to the lake, I never gave it a second thought that we'd never discussed it. I guess in Marlin's view, it was implied. And I was more than happy to sign up for that commitment.

So, between work, softball, my Thursday's with the Franklin's, and the occasional round of golf, my docket was fairly full. The gaps were filled in with sleep, doing my personal household chores, and of course, my increasing volume of phone calls with Ann.

~*~*~*~*~*~

At first, Ann and I were talking three times a week. She still called me on Wednesday mornings at work. It had kind of become our thing, since she'd been doing it since she flew back to California. And we also talked twice during the evenings. We always talked Sunday nights, but the other day varied, depending on her schedule. 




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 32



The first time we'd talked, after that night where I'd gotten home from the trip with Tina, Ann and I only talked about the job interview and the potential move to West Virginia. She looked at the pictures, while I tried to describe the area. I had taken detailed notes on all the pictures I'd sent, and written the numbers on the back the pictures too so that I could talk about what Ann was seeing, hoping to paint a more accurate picture of what would be in store for us if we got an offer. I wanted to give her time to make up her mind. It turned out that she didn't need as much as I thought. We'd talked about it only for just about an hour in that one conversation.

"I think if the money and the benefits are right, we should do it," Ann said

"Are you sure? Maybe we should think it over."

"Why?"

"Well, I'm not sure we should just rush into this without really thinking it through. That's all."

"Neil, you asked me to marry you after we were together for just six days. And I said yes, just like that. I don't think we're the kind of couple that's going to analyze every decision to death. Haven't we done pretty well together just going with our gut and making things happen?"

It was a tough point to argue. "Well, you're probably right. Actually, you're always right...kind of gets on my nerves a little bit," I laughed. "I just want to make sure we're going to be happy."

"I'm going to be happy because I'm going to be with you. Besides, we were going to move towards Fort Wayne anyway. This is just a little farther East."

"Right. Nine hours farther."

"Yeah, but it's only a day's drive instead of four like it is from here in California. And I kind of like the idea of the two of us starting a totally new life together. I'm used to being away from home, and you used to live out there. I love the mountains. Like I said, as long as the money is right, and we have each other...I think we'll be fine."

It likely wasn't going to be that simple. But I did think it was the right move for us. I was more concerned about Ann fitting in there. I knew what to expect. That and I would have instant people I would know through work. Ann would have to make friends. But then again, that seemed to be one of her strong suits. 

I confirmed her thoughts a couple of times after that initial conversation, and Ann didn't waver on her decision. So, it was up to fate as to whether we'd get that opportunity. As the weeks passed, I wondered when I was going to hear anything. I'd had some contact with the headhunter that had originally gotten me the interview, but he had no details other than to say that they hadn't made a decision yet. So, it was a waiting game. I was never really good at those. I was already antsy about having to wait to be with Ann. Now I had twice the angst, and no way to relieve the stress it was causing.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Actually, that wasn't entirely true. Ann and I had settled into a pattern of sex play over the phone. It wasn't the same as being with her, but it was still gratifying in its own unusual way. The next time we had talked, after the call about whether we should move or not if we had the chance, Ann was really horny. I kidded her, telling her she was starting to compete with me, being horny all the time. 

I had given her specific instructions when I'd sent the package containing the photos, telling her that she was not allowed to open any of the packets until I'd given her permission, and that I would have to be on the phone with her when she did. 

"Am I going to get to open the envelopes tonight?" she asked.

"That would depend. There are rules to this."

"Rules? I thought the rule was I had to wait for you to tell me I could open them?"

"That's one of them. Rule two is you have to be naked."

"Neil, it's me! I'm always naked when I call you," she said with a little laugh that made a shiver run up my spine.

"Well now, THERE'S some information I didn't have before."

"Oh, I think you knew. Are you telling me you're not naked?"

"Well, yeah. But it's my bedtime, and I told you...I sleep that way. It's three hours earlier there. So what's your excuse?"

"I like to pretend we're in bed together when we talk." My heart jumped; a feeling coming over me like a warm blanket.

"Wow," I said under my breath, but Ann heard me.

"See, sometimes I do things that make sense."

"I have to tell you babe, that is one of the sweetest things I've ever had someone say to me."

"FINALLY!" she said, a little louder than she intended, and that made the rest of me jump, not just my heart.

"What was that all about?" 

"Sorry, baby. It's just that you give me that feeling all the time. I was beginning to wonder if I'd ever given you a moment where you melted just a little."

"Only every time I hear your voice," I said.

"See...now you just went and did it to me!" she said, pretending to whine.

"You're not trying to make sure we're even again, are you?" I laughed.

"Not anymore. You know, I really did use to be worried about being left out in the orgasm department with guys. With you, I know I'm never going to have that problem again."

"Well, not if I can help it."

"Speaking of helping, are you going to make me beg?"

"I'm not done with the rules. But I like that. Rule three is you have to beg?"

"Hey...no fair. You can't make this up as you go!"

"Sure I can. You just said the other day that you liked it when we're spontaneous. So...beg."

Ann didn't hesitate. I felt a pulse of excitement as she used her sexiest voice, and quietly said, "Pleeeease baby. I need you to help me cum tonight. Please let me open the envelopes."

"You can only open the first two, Anna."

"Why just two?" she said, her voice trembling as she reacted to my calling her Anna instead of Ann.

"The rule is, after tonight, one envelope per phone call."

"Oh. So, this is going to be an ongoing..."

"Anna."

"Yes?"

"If you don't stop asking questions, we're not going to do this tonight. It's getting late."

"Okay..." Ann said, not wanting to say anything else. 

"Good girl. This is my game. And I've taken the time to set it up...for YOU. I'll let you know when you can open the next one. For now, get out the envelopes marked one and two."

"All right. I have them."

"Go ahead and open the first one," I said, hearing her rip the envelope open almost as soon as I said it.

"Oh...wow. This is..." she stopped. I could picture her looking at the single photo the envelope held, her face beaming. "This is you in your room, right?"

"That's right. That's the picture I took to prove to you that we came together the last time we had some fun over the phone."

"God...that looks so...You know, I can't believe how much you cum, babe. And that was after you fucked Tina, right?"

"Uh huh. But you have that effect on me. I thought I was done for the night. Hell, after that weekend, I thought I might be done until we see each other again. But you got me so damn excited. And then you made me make that mess."

"I really wish I could have licked up that mess through the phone. I miss tasting you."

"I can say the same thing, Anna. Now, open the other envelope."

I could hear Ann tearing the envelope open, followed by a gasp. "Who's..."

"The girl getting eaten is Tammy. The one between her legs is Tina."

"Well, I wasn't sure, since I sent them the same clothes. I should have thought that out a little better than to send them the same exact outfits. Although I doubt Tammy wore hers that weekend, now that I think of it, since I told her not to." Ann was rambling, a nervous excitement hitting her as she looked at the picture with anticipation. "So, you got Tina to eat her pussy that fast...had she ever done that before?"

"No...she hadn't, and I didn't have anything to do with it. She did it on her own. By the way, how did you find out Tina's sizes? You said Tammy told you hers. But Tina said she'd never had a conversation like that with you."

"I told you...I talked to the girl at her shop. You know...the one that set up the appointment when I called. What's her name...Wendy. We did talk about this, didn't we?"

"Yes...I guess I was so busy getting hard I forgot," I said with a laugh. 

"You're always hard...maybe that makes you hard of hearing. All that blood going to your big cock instead of your ears. Anyway...Wendy and I struck up a conversation and I just kind of got it out of her. From what I can tell in the picture, it seems like it fit."

"Hell yeah. Like a very tight glove. Go ahead and look at the next one."

"Wow. You were right...Tina is kind of like a pixie, isn't she? And you're saying she'd never been with a woman before. You wouldn't know it from the way she's going at her. God that looks hot, Neil."

"I have to admit, there's been a couple of times that I've dreamt of the two of you getting together."

"Oh...Neil...FUCK!"

"What are you doing, Anna?"

"I need to cum...I...fuck. Where's your cock? I put it..." I could hear her fumbling around, searching for her dildo. She'd called it 'my' cock, instead of Antonio, her original pet name for it. She must have changed it permanently once I'd told her that it was me the last time she'd used it with me over the phone.

"Anna."

Ann still searched, and I could hear the desperation in her cries.

"Anna Renee!"

"What...Neil? What?"

"No using my cock tonight. You're looking at two women. If you're going to cum, it needs to be by the hand of a woman."

"Oh babe...yes! You always know just what I need, even when I don't know it myself. What...do you want me to do?"

"Use your right hand, sweetie. Not your engaged hand. And I know you need it, so don't hold back. Take two of your fingers and fuck yourself."

Ann must have started the second I said to use her right hand. She was making more racket than I would have imagined for a weeknight. I just listened as she frigged herself.

"God, Tina...that feels so good. Fuck me with your hand," she whispered into the phone, pretending for the two of us. I pictured Ann on her back, her knees pulled up toward her chest as she held her legs wide, opening herself up. 

"That's it babe. Let Tina fuck you with her amazing fingers. She likes to do it with three of them," I said, planting a seed. I had no idea if that were really true. But Ann seemed to think it was a good idea at the time.

"Oh God yes...stuff me full with your fingers, Tina!" she cried out.

I listened a little while longer, waiting for that perfect moment. I could feel the heat Ann was exuding through the earpiece of my phone. She was close. Very, very close. 

"Anna, use your thumb. Flick at your clit like Tina would with her tongue," I urged in her ear. I was quiet, and it came out of my mouth like a hiss.

"Fuck...I'm cumming! I'm CUMMING FOR TINA!" she wailed.

A little shiver ran though my body as I heard Ann's cries of ecstasy. She was panting, and I could swear I could hear the squishing sounds of her fingers ramming in and out of her juicy cunt as she came.

"Damn Neil, that was so intense. I can't believe I got off on that."

"Still thinking about trying out your feminine side, I see."

"Thinking about it and doing it are two entirely different things."

"But you're not saying no."

Ann giggled. "No, I'm not saying no. I'm saying I still don't know." 

~*~*~*~*~*~

We ran out of envelopes long before we ran out of phone calls to use them. Once we started with that first night, Ann and I started talking to each other three nights a week. She couldn't seem to get enough of our new pastime. Sure, we were making plans for her move; what to sell and what to ship home...things like that. We talked about what area we might move to near Fort Wayne if the job didn't happen. We talked about all kinds of things we liked and disliked, trying to get to know one another better. But every time we'd talk, we'd always end up opening another envelope, which would lead to a detailed recounting of what happened on my trip, and invariably, a couple of orgasms for Ann. Sometimes I'd get off with her, but in my mind, it was more about Ann and her need to connect and be a part of what happened that weekend.

Ann was particularly interested in the photos of Carol. When she had an orgasm caused directly by the picture of Tina squatting in the parking lot, eating Carol's pussy, it was more violent than the one she'd had when she was pretending Tina was fingering her. So much so that it took quite a while for her to be able to speak again. I just didn't know it at the moment I asked about it.

"I don't know, babe. It sure seems like looking at Tina eat pussy really turns you on."

Ann was silent. I could hear her breathing heavy, and I closed my eyes and imagined her chest rising and falling; her hard nipples pointing toward the ceiling. The sound was so sweet and melodic that it was a wonder I didn't fall asleep listening to her. After a minute or two, I finally said, "Anna...are you okay?"

"I'm great, babe. I was just thinking about what you said."

"What...about Tina?"

"No...more about what turned me on in general."

"And that would be?"

"Well, I'm still not sure. But there's something about Carol. For one thing, the look in her eyes is really sexy. And it doesn't hurt that I know it's your cum that I can see on Tina's tongue. Did you stage that picture?"

"No. Tina wasn't going to give me the time to do that. She was too into what she was doing to worry about me. So...Carol..."

"Babe, I don't know. I told you last time, I don't know, and I still don't. But...that picture really hot!"

~*~*~*~*~*~

When we ran out of pictures to use in our phone calls, Ann and I started to recount the adventures Ann and I shared during our week together, or talk about what we would do if we were together at the moment. I had never considered phone sex as being something that would interest me. But with Ann on the other end of the line, I realized it was the connection between the two us that made it work. We were getting to know each other, and in a lot of ways, I felt our marriage was going to be stronger because of it.

The other interesting thing was that, the closer we got to the day I was flying out to get Ann, the hotter and more intense the action was over the phone. There were a couple of times I swear I could feel her over the phone as she came. And she'd made a passing comment once when I came that I got some on her from where I was. But by the time we got to the final ten days of being apart, our phone sex came to an abrupt halt.

It wasn't what we'd planned. It was born out of necessity. Ann was working longer days, trying to make sure she'd done everything in her power to leave her store in capable hands, and take care of her girls. And I was in the middle of a big push to secure more work for my department from a new potential customer. It was something that I had been working on for 6 months, and it looked like I was on the verge of landing them. With the stress of our workdays taking its toll, our phone calls became short and sweet. I missed our playtime, but I knew, like everything else involving Ann, it was only going to be that much sweeter when we actually got together.

~*~*~*~*~*~

It was Wednesday, and I was on the final countdown...just two days until I was to go on vacation...a vacation that would ultimately bring Ann back to me. But it wasn't only a countdown to Ann. 

I was scrambling. I had come close several times to landing the latest 'big fish' for my department during the previous week, to no avail. I was working on my latest revised proposal, making subtle changes that I'd hoped would make the difference. I had an internal deadline, needing to make it happen before I left on Friday. If not, I feared the account would go elsewhere. My being gone a week would certainly doom my chances. It was the most stress I'd felt at work in ages.

I was so focused on one particular part of the proposal that was proving to be like a Rubic's Cube to solve, I practically jumped out of my chair when the phone rang. I put my hand over my chest to force my heart back inside my rib cage.

I looked at my watch. "Too early for Ann to be calling," I said to myself as I reached for the phone. Taking a deep breath to try and calm myself. "Good morning, Neil Thomas."

"Good morning James," came a soft, sexy voice with a hint of a southern accent. I had several choices run through my head of who it could be, but only one really made any sense.

"Good morning, Carol. Or should I call you Dr. Goodhead?" It was Carol, the Executive Secretary of the company I had interviewed with over 5 weeks before.

"That depends. Are you still in the mood to play?" she asked.

"Truthfully, no. I've got a lot on my plate right now," I said. I was so engrossed in what was on my desk, it never occurred to me why she would be calling me. 

"That's a shame. I love it when you're James. Not that I don't like it when you're Neil. What's got you so stressed?"

"I'm stressed?"

"You sound like it. What's going on?"

"Oh...I've got a proposal I'm working on for a customer. I have to get it all wrapped up by Friday, and it is NOT going well."

"What's Friday?"

"I get on a plane and fly out to California to get Ann."

"Really, how long are you going to be gone?" she asked.

"A week...what's with all the questions?"

"I missed you. Just wondered how you're doing, that's all. So why are you stressed about the proposal?"

"I told you, I have to get it done before I leave. If I don't, I don't think I'll land the contract. Really, you can't be interested in all this," I said, almost exasperated. 

"You're right. I'm really not. But I'm sure you're going to get the contract, Neil."

"What makes you say that?" I said, seriously doubting it the way things were going, and suddenly wondering why Carol was on the phone in the first place. "Why are you calling, Carol? You didn't call just to see how I'm doing."

"Sure I did."

"Carol, I really don't have time. I have to get this done. If you're trying to let me down easy, I'm okay. I knew it was a long shot anyway."

"So, you really don't have time to talk for a little bit. I mean, these calls are so tough for me anyway. I was hoping you wouldn't be mad. I had such a good time with you. I hoped this was one time the call wouldn't be so hard."

"I'm not mad, Carol. Like I said, it was kind of a pipe dream. But at least I know where I stand in the real world. Which is all the more reason I need to make sure I get this proposal finished...it looks like I need it now more than ever," I said with a laugh, trying to hide my disappointment. 

"Maybe your company does. But you don't."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"It means, if you had as much confidence in yourself as you do ability, the world wouldn't stand a chance."

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying you got the job, Neil. So, get that proposal done. Win that contract for them so you can leave your old job on a high note, and then come out and start making a mark on your own."

"You're kidding. Really?"

"How does two and a half times your current salary, and three weeks of vacation sound to start."

"You're KIDDING!"

"No. I told you, you have skills the other people they've hired can't come close to. They're all glorified operators masquerading as Supervisors. You're the only one with actual experience running a department. Those guys are already here, but they're helping install the equipment. We need someone that can hire qualified people, and get them trained. You've done all of that. I'm telling you, Neil. You're going to be the shining star of the future in your department...I can feel it. That's why I got you such a good deal. Oh, when are you getting married?"

"Uh...December. Early December. The 2nd or the 9th. We're not sure yet. Why?"




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 32



"Well, in case I didn't tell you, I got you vacation to cover that too. You'll get a week off for the wedding, up to two months stay in a hotel until you find a place to relocate...and we'll move you and Ann from Indiana. I can't do anything about moving Ann from California, though."

"We've already got that covered...that's why I'm flying out. Are you serious about all of this?"

"Absolutely. When can you start?"

"Well, I have to give two weeks. And like I said, I'm on vacation next week. So...I suppose it would be two weeks after I get back."

"I think we can make that work. Andy wouldn't have it any other way than for you to give two weeks notice. Three shouldn't matter since you're going to get Ann. So, are you on board?"

"Well, I need to talk to Ann first. But yeah, I think so. What do I need to do?"

"Talk to Ann as soon as you can, and get back in touch with me. If it's a go, I'll send a packet overnight. You'll sign the paperwork, and send it back. But we need to do that before you leave. I can't wait until you get back...Andy wants to know before the end of the week if you're on board, or if we need to go to our second option."

"God, Carol. I can't thank you enough."

"For what? It was all you. I didn't do anything. You asked me not to."

"For the package...the money and the vacation and all of that?"

"Oh...yeah. I did do that. But you and Ann can thank me for that when you get out here," Carol laughed.

"I'll be sure to mention that to her today when I call her."

"Goodbye James. Call me as soon as you can."

"Uh...Okay...Holly!"

~*~*~*~*~*~

Sometimes it's the strangest of things that can motivate you. I'd oddly found some threads of inspiration in talking to Carol. She had mentioned leaving my company on a high note. The high note she was referring to would be leaving my department with the new contract, ensuring its future success after I moved on. But in order to do that, I had to come up with something that would seal the deal. And 'high note' was the message of inspiration.

The problem with the proposal I'd drafted to that point had been the rates for services. The company was impressed with our work, and our services. But they were looking for a monthly rebate on their orders. I was reluctant to do that, based on the lack of commitment on their part regarding the volume they would actually order. Carol's mention of high note made me think of what that meant. To me, it meant the highest point that we could reach, at least based on whatever self imposed quota or benchmark we came up with. 

And that was the gimmick I needed. I did some quick math, and came up with where I thought the ceiling should be for 9 months worth of steady work. I figured that if we got that kind of guarantee from them, we would be able to offer a substantial discount for the balance of the year. I wanted no part of having to cut checks back to them as part of a rebate program. They would prove too costly, and cumbersome. But a discount? I figured that once they hit a certain dollar amount in annual sales, a discount could kick in and be factored in at the invoicing stage. It wouldn't cost us any more money as far as administration fees were concerned, and since we'd already be beyond the internal revenue figures that would make it a very successful contract, anything past that would be icing on the cake. Giving a percentage back prior to invoicing would be negligible. It looked like a win win. 

My mind was flying along with my fingers on my calculator as I ran different scenarios. The two weeks of painstaking, frustrating work that had gotten me nowhere was suddenly reduced to two hours of math that seemed more like two minutes. Everything looked good on the first pass, but I decided to take a break and look at it again, wanting to make sure it was perfect before I sent it off. So, I left for home on my lunch break.

I didn't go home normally for lunch. As I drove, I couldn't remember the last time I'd done it...four months, maybe? But I wasn't really going home to eat. I was going home to use the phone. Ann hadn't called me during the morning, which was unusual. I couldn't remember the last time she hadn't called me on a Wednesday morning, and I needed to talk to her about the job offer so I could get back in touch with Carol.

I left a message at her house, listening to Dana's kids on the answering machine. They sounded cute as they spoke together, telling me to leave a message after the beep. Calling her work, they said she hadn't come in yet, and they weren't sure what time she'd be in. I found that odd as well, but Cynthia, they girl I spoke to, said Ann had been there really late the night before, and she was sure that she was catching up on some sleep because it was going to be another late night. I gathered from the way she spoke that Cynthia was Ann's replacement. I left her a message to have Ann call me as soon as she got there.

It was a little discouraging. I wanted to share the news with Ann, and get thing rolling towards our new future. But as I steered my car though the quiet streets, a realization hit me. I'd gotten the job, and that also meant that, if I took it, I'd have three weeks with Ann before I had to start. We would have what I hoped would be another magical week together while we traveled from California to Indiana. And then we'd have two weeks together, but she'd be and her parents and I'd be at mine. And I'd be working my ass off, training a replacement, so who knew how much time we'd get to spend together. After that, I'd be alone in West Virginia, and Ann would be stuck in Indiana. We wouldn't be over two thousand miles apart, but at close to 500, we might as well be. Doing the calendar in my head, we were looking at two more months apart. Needless to say, I was a little depressed as I drove back to the plant.

I finished the proposal, putting the final touches on it just before the end of the day. Faxing it off, I called to let my contact know I'd sent it. He said he'd look it over, and give me an answer before the end of the week. While I felt good about it, it was just one more instance where I had to wait. It seemed like that was happening to me at every turn, and that put me on edge. Most frustrating was that I still hadn't heard from Ann by the time I left work. 

The evening dragged. I was pent up, not being able to talk to Ann. Instead, I talked to my parents about the offer. I wanted to get their opinion, particularly my Dad's. I even called Marlin, just to feel him out. Oddly, both my father, and my future father, said the same thing in the end. They said I needed to talk to Ann, and we needed to make the decision together. They both thought it was an incredible opportunity, but that didn't matter as much as whether Ann and I would be happy. 

Holed up in my room sometime after dinner, I was spent, worn out from the stress of the day. The contract had basically kicked my ass for two weeks. But what weighed on my mind was the job. And it wasn't really the job so much, as it was the thought of taking it, and being without Ann again for two more months. Frankly, there was a small part of me that wasn't sure if it was worth it, because I didn't think I could handle it. 

"Hello?" I said, groggy from that deep out of it sleep I'd fallen into. I don't know how many times it rang. I almost didn't answer it, forgetting that my phone was the only one in the house that had the ringer turned on at night.

"Hey babe. Did I wake you?"

"Huh...uh, yeah," I said, trying to wake up enough to comprehend what she was saying.

"I'm sorry sweetie. Go back to sleep. I'll call you sometime tomorrow."

Her words hit me like an alarm, and I sat up in bed, and almost shouted. "ANN...no! For God's sake, don't hang up!"

"What? Is something wrong?" she asked, reacting to the panic in my voice.

"No. Nothing's wrong. I've just been hoping you'd call me all day."

"You sound stressed babe. Are you sure everything's all right? It's that proposal, isn't it?"

"No. I've been stressed about that, but I actually think I may have figured that out today. Ann, I got a call from Carol today."

"Oh. Really?" Ann said, her voice quivering.

"Yes. We got a job offer. We really need to talk."

"You did! Neil, that's fantastic!"

"Ann, you didn't hear me. WE got the offer. This is not about me; it's about us."

"I know Neil. I'm just so happy for you, and your career."

"It's not about my career either, Ann. It's about our marriage, and whether we're going to be happy there."

I walked through the entire compensation package with Ann, making sure she knew the ramifications. The biggest sticking point was that, at some point, I would begin rotating shifts as a Supervisor. I'd work a month on first shift, then a month on second and then on to third. I'd be rotating every 4 weeks. It wouldn't happen right away, but it was part of the job, and when we got three shifts going, it was a part of what I was going to have to do.

"Well, it's not the greatest. But I think we can deal with it. Besides, the money is fantastic, especially for that area. And you got extra vacation too. Not to mention the time off for the wedding...I still think we need to do this Neil." 

"What are you going to do? The closest mall is 40 miles away. Would you work at the outlets?"

"I'm actually thinking about getting out of retail for a while. Actually, I'm sure of it now. I need a job that's got hours that are stable...something more 9 to 5. If not, we may never see each other, and I am NOT doing that. I'm going to put in to cash out."

"Cash out? What's that mean?" I asked.

"Well, as a manager, I've got a lot of company stock as compensation. If I leave, I can cash that out, and we can reinvest it so we can use it to get a house. I don't want to live in an apartment. But I wasn't going to do that if I was going to stay with the company."

"Stay with the company?"

"My company has stores all over the country, baby. I could get a job in one...but I really don't want to. I think cashing out is better for us."

"Seriously? You think you'll have enough to help us get a house?"

"I don't know. But I think so. It really depends on what it costs there. I could never do it here in California; it's just too expensive. But in West Virginia, who knows. I really think we need to do this, Neil."

"Have you thought about the fact that it will mean two more months we'll be apart?"

"No it won't. It's only nine hours to drive it. You can come back for some weekends if you leave right after work. It will be a short weekend for you, but I promise I'd make it worth your drive," she said with a laugh. "Plus, there's Thanksgiving, so you should have a long weekend there. And I could come out for a week to look around and see if I could find us a place to live. Plus, you're going to be busy learning a new job, and I've got a wedding to plan...time will fly by. I know it's not ideal, but we'll make the best of it."

I loved Ann. She was definitely a glass half-full person. I'd been looking at all of the negatives, thinking they were obstacles in our way. Ann looked only at the positives, and where we were going to be together in the future. She was thinking of things on a whole different level than I had been, and that was refreshing. 

"So, are we going?" she asked.

"Yeah. I think so. It's a little scary, but I think we should do it."

"Of course it's scary, babe. This whole thing is a little scary. But I know I'm safe in your arms. Let's think of it as another adventure. Instead of scary, let's make it fun."

"Okay. I'm calling Carol tomorrow, and I'll have her send the packet. I hope she can get it to me during the day. I need to give my notice before the end of the day on Friday."

"So, you're calling...Carol?"

"Yeah. I told you before, she's the one that is dealing with the compensation packages. That's one of the reasons we're getting such a good one."

"So, say you wanted to...negotiate. You know, for more. She'd be the one?"

"I suppose. I mean, I'm sure she'd have to get anything approved. But she's the contact, and she said she was the one handling them. Why?"

"Because. We seem to have an in with her. Maybe we should take advantage of it."

"Ann, we already have a pretty sweet deal here. I don't think we should blow it by playing hard ball."

"We're not going to blow it Neil. Come on...let's have some fun. Tell her you want two grand more a year, and another week of vacation."

"There never going to give a new employee four weeks, Ann. I'm lucky I got three. And they're paying me higher than anyone else they've got now, and I don't know the equipment."

"You'll learn that, babe. And I thought she told you they needed you for your other skills...like hiring people. So, why not try and go for it. And didn't you tell me once that you're just a year away from getting four weeks where you are?"

"Well, yeah. Less than that, actually. I'd get four weeks here in January."

"Then tell them you want four weeks. You want one week this year and three weeks next year...and then four weeks a year the following year. Tell them you don't want to go backwards."

"Okay, say I do that...what if they say no, and this whole thing gets fucked up?"

"Will you trust me? It's not going to get fucked up, babe. Just tell Carol if she does that, I'll do what she asked."

"You'll WHAT?" I said, worried I'd said it too loud and woken up my parents.

"Tell her I'll do it. I'll give her a 'date'."

"Are you serious?"

"For $2,000, you bet."

"Jeez, Ann...isn't that a little like prostituting yourself?"

"Wow...I never thought of that. I just got a little wet babe. That's kind of...exciting. I mean, I'd never ever do that for real...but in this case..."

"Really? Wow...you never cease to make me wonder, Ann. Okay, what if Carol comes back with a counter offer. Like if she only offers $1000, or if she wants more...from you."

"Well, anything more than what we already got is gravy, so take it. And as for more from me?" Ann paused. It was a very long pause. She'd already committed to a one-time trial with Carol. I really never thought she'd do that. The longer the silence went, the more I wondered what she was thinking. But I knew not to ask. I just waited her out. Finally, Ann said, "You know what? I trust you babe. I've said I'll do one. If you need me to do more than one to get us more, I'll leave it up to you."

"Oh...so now I'm your pimp?"

"Shit...I think I need to go, babe. I need to find out where I put my Neil cock and get off. And it's way past your bedtime, so I don't think you should be talking me through this one. You've got a long couple of days coming up. I'll talk to you Friday before you get off of work, okay?"

I told Ann I loved her, and she did the same. I tried to go back to sleep, but that proved impossible at first. I was too hard, and suddenly very horny. The thought of Ann and Carol together intrigued me, and I found myself replacing images of Tina and Carol in my mind with Ann standing in Tina's place. I came in just a couple of minutes as I mentally pictured Ann squatting in front of Carol, licking my cum from Carol's pussy as she sat in the rental Camaro on our trip.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Thursday sucked. Starting with waking up to a mess. I'd fallen asleep without cleaning myself up again, and I'd rolled over. My sheets stuck to me like flypaper when I tried to get out of bed. A start to my morning I didn't need. I ended up just making the bed like it was, knowing I'd have to do laundry when I got home. But that slowed me down to the point I was late for work...and I couldn't remember the last time that had happened.

That was followed by nothing but production problem after production problem all morning long. I never made it into my office until after lunch...and I left for lunch, because I was in such a rush to make it to work on time, I'd forgotten my wallet. I decided to go home and just make myself something to eat rather than try and stop somewhere else in the limited time I had. It also gave me an opportunity to start the laundry early, and make my bed.

But a benefit to going home, one that I'd not thought about until I went to make a sandwich, was that I could call Carol from the house instead of the plant. I couldn't believe I hadn't thought of the need to do that before in the first place. Using the company phone for an outside call to a company I was thinking of going to work for was not a good idea, on any level. It was one thing if Carol called me. There would be no record of that. But making a call? That was another issue entirely. So, placing the call from my parent's house was actually more practical. Unfortunately, Carol was out to lunch as well, so I had to leave her a message to call me at the plant. At least I got to eat something before heading back to work.

My luck continued, as I got stuck by a train going through the middle of town...one of the chances you take if you lived on one side of the track and had to make it somewhere on the other. It almost never happened that a train would go through town in the middle of my lunch hour. Well, half-hour. As a result, I was actually late twice! In one day! And that had never happened before, in all the years I'd worked there. At that moment, I knew I needed a new job. I was tired of being an hourly employee in a management position. It angered me to no end that I had all of this responsibility to run and grow this new department, and they didn't see fit to treat me like every other manager in the plant.

Digging into the mound of papers heaped in the middle of my desk, neglected all morning by the issues on the production floor, I sighed. I actually got a little depressed staring at it. But I went about getting them in order and began the monotonous task of sifting though them and handling whatever mundane duty they required.

"Hello," I said, so out of sorts I didn't think to answer the phone in the way I normally did. I was sullen, pissed that my day seemingly was getting worse by the moment, and angry that the phone had interrupted me.

"Uh...Hi. Is this Neil?"

"Yes...sorry. How can I help you?"

"Neil, it's me. Carol. Are you okay?"

I fought the temptation to tell Carol I'd had it, and I'd come to work for half of what she offered. I also fought the urge to tell her to send me the packet as it was. Ann flooded my heart. My love for her, and my lust for her. I could feel her spirit with me, lifting me up; telling me to take a deep breath.

"Sorry, Carol. Not been my best day. It's no excuse that I didn't answer the phone more professionally. After all, I am still employed here...although the way my luck has been today, who knows if that will even last. I may not make it through the day."

"They rejected the proposal?" she asked. I was surprised she even remembered it. 

"Fuck!"

"What?"

"I don't know. I totally forgot about that. Man this day sucks."

"You forgot to send it?" she said, sounding shocked.

"No. I forgot to...worry about it, I guess. Hell, I don't know. He said he'd get back to me by Friday. I haven't had time to think about it. It's been such a messed up day from the time I got up."

"Oh, one of those days you want to go and crawl back into bed, huh?"

I laughed. "That would have been great if I hadn't made a mess in it last night," I said, one of those moments where I wondered why what I was thinking came out of my mouth.

"What do you mean you made a mess?"

Having a choice to make, I decided to start by seeing how serious Carol was about spending an evening with Ann. "It's nothing really. Just a bad day...but I'm glad you called. I talked with Ann last night."

"Great. So, are you going to accept our offer?"

"That would depend. Is this your offer, or is it the company's offer?"




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 33



I was having trouble concentrating. I sat at what had been my desk for the last 4 years, thinking about the decision Ann and I were making. Not the getting married decision...that was easy. I couldn't wait to have her in my arms again. And that thought brought a warm smile to my heart. I'd be holding her before the night was over. But as wonderful as that thought was, I couldn't shake the feeling I was having.

It wasn't regret, really. I still thought the new job was the right decision. But I couldn't help but be a little melancholy about the thought of leaving a place I'd worked at for seven years, and a department that I'd built mostly by myself. It was my success story, especially if I landed the new customer I'd been courting for months. The fact that I'd never been given the proper credit for the success of the department on my own merits, or that I had never received what I'd felt I deserved as far as compensation, left a bad taste in my mouth. But the reality was, this was my home...and I was leaving it. At least, that's what I thought. It was almost lunchtime, and I still hadn't gotten a call yet from Marlin that the compensation package had arrived. 

"Maybe I'm not going anywhere," I thought to myself. 

I had told Carol I needed the package by 10AM. That would give Marlin time to get it to my house, so Dad and I could go over it during lunch. I had everything planned out, but it was all contingent on the package arriving on time. It was closing in on eleven o'clock, and nothing had happened of any significance during the day, other than the ordinary. I was hoping for a lot more than an 'ordinary' day. I was hoping for extraordinary. 

Dad stopped by my office around 10:30, popping his head around the door. "Anything?" he asked.

I shook my head and said, "Nope. I haven't heard from anybody about anything I was hoping to wrap up today. Not about the job, not about the contract...nothing. It's a little unnerving."

"Have faith, Neil. It's all going to work out. I'll see you at the house. I'm going to run down to the post office and see what I can find out."

"Okay, Dad. Thanks."

I was concerned. I had planned to leave work a little early, because I had to catch my flight. So there weren't many hours left in my work day. I looked at the pile of things on my desk, which was not a pile at all. There wasn't much left to do. I'd worked my ass off during the week to try and leave my assistant, Howard, in good shape. I'd called my top ten customers, including my buddy Mark, to remind them I would be gone for a week. Howard was very good at running the floor. But I worried about his ability to interact with customers. Calling them was a preemptive strike to keep the department running smooth while I was gone.

As that thought passed through my mind, I wondered for the first time who my boss, Dan, would pick to take my place. I had always sort of naturally assumed it would be Howard. But as I gave it more serious thought, I knew that that wasn't going to be likely. The job was more about people skills than it was about machine skills, and that was certainly not Howard's strength. I felt a twinge of angst, and decided I wasn't going to say anything to him before I left for California about leaving the company. He'd want me to put in a good word for him, and I didn't want to lie to him and tell him he was the best man for the job. 

It was only then that I totally realized that Howard wasn't cut out to be my successor. But it was true. If I had to go to such great lengths to cover the department just because I was leaving for a week...then that spoke volumes as to what would happen if I were going to leave forever. And Dan knew all of that. He knew it, because I'd let him know all of the things I was going to do before I left to ensure the department ran smoothly while I was gone. I always did that; setting things up so Dan could make a cursory check and just make sure there were no catastrophes that would end up on his lap unexpectedly before I would return.

Yet, as the bell rang to announce my lunchtime, the point seemed moot. I hadn't heard anything about the package, so I might not be dealing with it before I left. I might be dealing with calling Carol, and telling her I wouldn't be able to give notice until I got back.

The car drove itself towards my parent's house. My body was inside, sitting in the driver's seat. I'm not sure where exactly my head was at, but it didn't seem to be with me. More than halfway through my workday and nothing I'd hoped to accomplish had been resolved. My lousy morning was looking to morph into a crummy afternoon. It was not the way I wanted to head off to California. I sighed, and thought of Ann, somewhere on the West Coast working her last day at her job. I prayed her day was going better than mine was turning out to be.

That was, until I drove down my parent's street. There, in the driveway next to my Dad's car, was Marlin's truck. I practically ran into the house to find the two of them sitting at the dinette table, both eating lunch. I glanced toward the family room and saw Jean and my Mom talking and laughing as they ate their sandwiches. 

"What's going on?" I asked as I looked at the guys.

Dad nodded toward the counter in the Kitchen, and the various papers spread out for me to review. The package they came in was to the side, already opened.

"I looked them over, son. And if you don't sign the damn thing, I'm going to. They gave you one hell of a deal. You must have blown them away in the interviews for them to give you that kind of money and those kinds of benefits. Their 401K is amazing. And, they provide you with a life insurance rider that has a built in disability pay out."

Those were things Carol and I had never discussed. I stared slack jawed as I read the contents. "Holy shit!" I said as I read the salary.

"Neil! We have company!" my Mom snapped from the living room.

"Sorry Mom. But come here and look at this."

Looking at where my finger was pointing, she laughed and hugged me as she said, "Holy shit is right! This is wonderful!"

It was. For whatever reason, Carol had added the entire $2000 that Ann and I had 'negotiated'. I knew I was going to have to ask her about it, wondering if she assumed that there would be more of an obligation just because she added it. It made me a little nervous, but there was little I could do at the moment. After reading the rest of the proposal, I signed and dated in all the places it indicated. 

Dad patted me on the back and stuck out his hand. "I'm proud of you, Neil. I'm sorry that you're moving away, but I'm so happy for you and Ann. What a great way to start off your life together."

I sat down and had something to eat, sitting across from Marlin. He had this wonderful expression on his face. I think he was just as proud of me as my own father was.

"I suppose that's a load off your mind, isn't it Neil?" he asked.

"Yeah, it really is. I was thinking you would call me. I came home thinking it wasn't going to happen today."

"I'm sorry about putting you through that, Neil. I had to go to Kokomo this morning to get it."

"Kokomo? Seriously?"

"Yeah. The plane from DC was delayed last night because of thunderstorms over Indianapolis. So, it didn't make it to the postal center until early this morning. I put in a call to a friend. Actually, I didn't go all the way to Kokomo...he met me half way with it. That doesn't usually happen. The truth is, it probably would have been here in time, anyway...but I didn't want to take the chance."

"Wow...thanks Marlin. I can't believe you did that for me."

"Why not? You're family." Just his saying that made a chill run down my spine. He and Jean already treated me like I was their son, and the fact that they were at my parents house, and they all seemed to be getting along so well, was something I never imagined. It certainly wasn't something I had in my first marriage.

As I finished my sandwich, Dad put the papers I'd signed in a new mailer for Marlin to take. There was an extra set...a copy for me that he left on the counter. "You ought to take these with you to show Ann," he said. 

"Good idea. I'll put them in my carryon," I said as I got up and walked back to my room to get my luggage. A minute later, Dad loaded my stuff in his trunk; the package of papers that needed to go back to Carol held secure in Marlin's strong grip. Dad was going to take me to the airport a couple of hours before the end of work so I could make it on time. Since Ann and I were driving back, there was no reason to take my car. The five of us stood outside next to Dad's car, knowing it was time for me to go back to work.

I got a big bear hug from Marlin, and I thanked him again for going the extra mile for me, literally.

"That's our future in your hands, Marlin," I said, referring to Ann and myself.

"Neither rain, nor sleet, Neil. It'll be on its way in a couple of hours. Say hello to my daughter for me, and enjoy the trip. You're going to see a lot."

All I could think of when he said that was seeing a lot of his daughter...hopefully without any cloths on. I choked a little, holding in a naughty little laugh.

Jean took my hands in hers, staring into my eyes. She was a little misty, and she said, "I want you to take care of my daughter, Neil. And have a good time, okay?"

"Of course, Jean."

"Good. And thanks again for bringing us closer together. We've had some really good conversations over the last few weeks. I know Ann's not looking forward to living with us again, even though it's just for a little while...but try and get her to be good with it if you can. You seem to be pretty good at getting us to see things differently when it comes to our relationship."

"Wow, Jean, there's no pressure there, is there?" I laughed.

"You know what I mean. But, hey, it wouldn't hurt to remind her from time to time of all the things that I taught her that prove I'm not just a useless old woman," Jean laughed.

"Right. Don't let your head bang against the wall all night; and make sure you stuff something in your mouth if there are kids in the house. Got it!"

"Oh...Neil!" Jean said, covering her mouth as she blushed. 

Marlin cracked up and said, "Don't forget to remind her to clean up any messes she makes. That's my advice."

"MARLIN!" Jean said, turning bright red.

"Ann already does a pretty good job at that," I said with a snicker.

"Like mother, like daughter," Marlin said, pulling Jean to him to give her a kiss on the forehead.

My Mom slapped me on the arm and said, "Stop being bad, Neil. You're making Jean upset."

"No he's not, Betsy," Jean said. "There's nothing wrong with a little flirtatious talk. Some wise young man once told me it keeps you young."

Mom looked at me, and said, "Like Father, like son, I suppose."

Dad laughed and said, "That's my boy."

"He IS a lot like his father," Mom said towards Jean.

"And we both have to get going, Betsy," Dad said, looking at his watch.

I gave my Mom a hug and a kiss, and she did the normal things Mom's do when you're leaving for a while...like crying.

"You be careful driving home, honey. I love you."

"Love you too, Mom. I'll see you in about a week...and I'll call tonight to let you know I got there safe, okay?" I said as I opened the car door.

Dad had gotten in the car, and he started the engine. It was his way to tell me it was time to go back to work, and begin the process of changing my life as I knew it. I climbed into the car, and buckled up.

"Okay, sweetie. Bye," Mom said through the open window as she closed the door after I got in. 

Dad patted me lovingly on the thigh. "Let's go bud. You've still got a full day ahead of you," he said with a laugh.

~*~*~*~*~*~

When I walked around the corner to my office, I was a little surprised my door was closed. I knew I hadn't left it that way. I looked around, and saw all of my employees, including my assistant Howard, on the production floor ready to resume their workday. I shrugged my shoulders and turned the doorknob. 

Something told me to be wary, so I opened the door rather slow, and peered around it to look inside. Sitting behind my desk was Nancy. She looked radiant in a tan business outfit that was a size or two too small. Her large tits were threatening to explode the front of the blazer open, the buttons straining to hold the fleshy globes trapped inside. 

Nancy smiled and stood up, walking around my desk, offering me a view of her long, toned legs. Her skirt was short, but I'd come to expect that. She loved to prove that she wore stockings instead of nylons, and she left little doubt most of the time. Her long red mane flowed as she moved gracefully in her heels. She strutted to the edge of my desk and struck a pose.

"Hello Nancy. It's been a long time since you've been back to my office," I said, wondering why she was there.

"Hello Neil. It has been a while, hasn't it? I was just sitting at your desk thinking about how much I enjoyed the fun we had here."

I was a little nervous. I really didn't have time to deal with a horny Nancy. Actually, I just didn't have time to deal with Nancy. Horny really wasn't a relevant factor, since I was pretty sure she was always horny. But with my leaving early, I had a lot of loose ends left to tie up. Tying up Nancy wasn't one of them...not that that was what she wanted. But with her, who knew?

"So...what brings you back to see me?"

Nancy smiled, staring at me intently. "Well, it's not what you're obviously thinking, so relax."

I freaked a little, and tried to cover. "I'm not sure I know what you mean."

She laughed and said, "Sure you do. Look, I may have wanted to fuck you a while back, Neil. But frankly, I'm not comfortable chasing a young guy...I'd rather them chase me. It's much more fun. And if I'm not mistaken, you're engaged...isn't that why you're leaving early today? Flying to California to get Ann?"

"Yes."

"Well, it would have been nice. But I think that time has passed us by, don't you?"

I nodded, relieved. But I was still puzzled. "So, you walked all the way to the back of the plant just to tell me you don't want to fuck me anymore?"

"Hey, I never said I didn't WANT to. I'm saying we missed the opportunity, and I moved on. Like I said, it would have been nice, but I'm not going to dwell on it...and I doubt you have either."

"Well, no...not really. Okay, I give up. Why the trip back here then?"

Nancy picked up a couple of pieces of paper off of my desk. From the slight curl in them, I could tell they were from the fax machine we had in the front office. 

"These came over the fax a little while ago, and I knew you'd want to see them right away."

Nancy handed them to me, and then she leaned in and kissed me on the cheek.

"Congratulations, Neil...on you and Ann, and on this. I have to get back to the phones. Have a good time, and a safe trip," she said as she started to pass me.

"Nancy?"

She turned sexily, pirouetting on the toe of her heels, making her flowing short skirt ride up a little in the breeze she created. "Yes," she said; the glint in her eye more mischievous than before. 

I got the impression she thought I'd suddenly changed my mind. I raised my hand and gave her a soft smile, letting her know I hadn't. "I just wanted to tell you that I talked to Mark the other day."

"Oh, that's nice," she said, trying to be coy, but perking up a little.

"Yes. He wanted me to mention that he and Jill, his girlfriend, will be coming down for the wedding. He thought that you'd like to know that."

"Really? And why would that interest me?"

"Well, it might interest you that they're interested in you. Specifically, he wanted to know if you'd be interested in getting together. I told him it would be incredibly dangerous, but I'd at least ask you."

"Dangerous?"

"Yeah...we kind of likened it to putting a match with dynamite."

"And which am I?"

"I'm actually thinking you're both," I said with a chuckle.

"Well, I suppose I need to talk to Mark a little more the next time he calls. But, why didn't he just ask me himself? Why have you do it?"

"I'm not exactly sure. But if you remember, I was the one that suggested the three of you get together. I mean, I kind of threw it out there, anyway. And if I recall, you weren't against it, but you said you hadn't been with a woman before. Maybe he thought since I planted the seed, I needed to water it a little too."

"Men...always beating around the bush when they could be fucking it. Well, thanks for the heads up. I hope he calls next week."

"Probably not, since he knows I'm out," I said, leaning over my desk and scribbling his number on a note pad. I tore off the sheet and handed it to her. "Why don't you call him yourself? I'm sure he'd get a kick out of it."

Nancy smiled, wickedly. "Wow...now that's a novel idea. Thanks. Gotta go. Like I said, have a good time, and be safe." 

Nancy walked out of my office and headed down the aisle. The whole encounter was so bizarre that it left me shaking my head. It took me a minute to try to decipher what had happened, and I'm not sure I ever did. Turning to walk behind my desk, I saw the papers I had placed there when I wrote out Mark's number for Nancy. I had forgotten all about them. I sat in my seat to look them over, and in seconds, I was standing up again, my eyes all bugged out as I read them. I had to read them a second time to make sure, not believing my eyes.

It was a signed contract from the company I'd been pursuing as a potential customer. I held in my hand the final piece of the puzzle for my department. Actually, it was three-year contract that would instantly make them the new number one customer of the growing entity that was my responsibility. Well, it had been growing...but with two big customers in the fold, along with the dozens of other steady ones I'd cultivated, it wasn't growing any longer...it was all grown up! In fact, I wasn't so sure the annual revenue of my department wouldn't surpass that of the main plant. 

I practically ran up to the front offices; stopping at my Dad's first to share the news with him.

"Wow...this is amazing, Neil!" he said as he looked over the contract. "I knew you could do this. And I know you've worked your rear end off," he said, looking at me with pride in his eyes. He glanced back at the contract, tapping his finger on the top page, pointing at a paragraph. "I'm really impressed with the way you structured this...I never would have thought of doing it that way. In fact, I'm going to have to look over some of the contracts we have in the main line and see if we can use this type of strategy there. This could really work to our advantage."

"Thanks, Dad. It feels great to go out like this...this feels so huge!"

"I'm sure it does. But does it seem odd that you're not going to get to enjoy the fruits of all the work you put in on this?"

"Actually, I really don't look at it that way. I look at it as proving what kind of guy I am. I like the fact that I worked as hard as I could for this company until the very end. It's like my free parting gift to my department, and the company."

Dad sat back in his chair, his mouth dropping open for a second. "Wow...you know, that's a great way to think of it. You DID bust your ass, even though you were pursuing a better career opportunity. If that doesn't show you're a man of integrity, nothing does. I'm proud of you, son."

"Thanks Dad. I've got to go tell Dan," I said, referring to my boss.

"About what, winning the contract, or quitting your job?"

"Both," I said with a laugh.

~*~*~*~*~*~

I sat in one of the plush chairs that were placed in front of the huge mahogany desk in my boss's spacious office. I looked around, feeling out of place like I always did when I sat in that chair. The whole room screamed 'pompous'. 




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 33



Dan was the production manager of the plant, and he'd seen fit to furnish his office like the lobby of a grand hotel. Comparing it to my Dad's meager accommodations in his office where I'd just been, I shook my head. My Dad was a VP, and yet he was holed up in a smaller space that was much more modest. I'd always felt the two were in the wrong offices, but Dad didn't seem care. He wasn't an ostentatious kind of guy. Dan most certainly was.

Sitting behind his desk in his huge leather chair, Dan clutched the papers I'd handed him like they were made of gold. He was staring at them; a wide grin stretching across his face. He didn't blink as I watched him read the pages over and over. Frankly, he looked...greedy.

"Well. It certainly looks like we hit a home run with this, didn't we Neil!" he finally said, peering over the top of papers at me, unable to put them down.

"We?" I thought to myself, but I bit my tongue to keep that from coming out. There wasn't any 'we' about it. I'd done it. Dan had nothing to do with my department, really. He was my boss by default. He actually didn't know that much about what we did...just enough to reap the benefits of all of my work. "Yes sir," I actually said, sitting there...stewing a little. 

"I think it's safe to say that our department is going to make it, thanks to this."

"Excuse me?" I said, perplexed by his comment.

"The department. This guarantees its success, don't you think?"

"No, not really?" I said looking at him like he was nuts.

"Really? I think this makes it legitimate. I'm surprised you don't."

"I have to tell you Dan, that really disappoints me. I've been doing this job for almost four years, and we've turned a profit based on our budget every year I've been in charge. I think we've been 'legitimate' for quite a while. And frankly, it kind of pisses me off that you didn't feel that way before now."

"Calm down, Neil. I'm not trying to rain on the parade here. I'm thrilled. I'm just saying..."

"I heard what you were saying, Dan. It came across loud and clear. In fact, it speaks volumes..."

"Wow. I'm sorry if I've upset you. I guess it's kind of poor timing to say it now. But, I've been waiting for a deal like this to become final; I'm moving you to a salaried position. You're getting a nice raise, effective Monday," he said, standing up to shake my hand.

I'd argued in my head for a couple of years that I should have been placed on salary for all that I was doing, and the value I brought to the company. After all, I was the only 'management' position in the entire plant that wasn't on salary. And now I knew why...Dan didn't feel my department was viable. Apparently, I wasn't worthy of it before because we weren't legitimate as a department. And now that I'd won a contract, I was suddenly eligible in his eyes. 

That's what made it the ultimate irony. I stood up and said, "So, I'm salary as of Monday, even though I'm on vacation?" 

"That's right! Congratulations!"

I shook his hand and said "Thanks Dan. I appreciate it. It's going to make a really nice going away present."

"That's right. When do you leave?"

"For California...or West Virginia?" I said with a smile.

"I'm not sure what you mean?" Dan said, confused. While he didn't know Ann, he knew she lived in California. I'd mentioned it to him several times since asking for vacation time to fly out and get her.

I let out a little laugh, and said, "I'm resigning, Dan. You have my three weeks notice. I start my new job on the second of October. My last day will be the 29th. Thanks for the raise. It'll come in handy."

I turned to walk away, and Dan stammered. "W...wait! Neil...are you serious?"

"Absolutely. I should have been salary two years ago, and I think you know that. Maybe I wouldn't have accepted their offer if you'd have done what you should have done back then." 

"But...let me look at what else I can do, Neil. I'm sure we can come up with some kind of similar compensation package. I'll match their offer," he said, without thinking. He was so desperate from his shock, and the realization that I was more valuable than he'd ever given me credit for, that he was scrambling to find a way to keep me.

"Actually, no, you can't," I said confidently, my smile making him flinch a little as he stood behind his desk. "And that's fine. It's time for me to move on."

Dan got upset. He had a reputation of having a bit of a short fuse, but he'd never crossed me before...likely because of my Dad. But now he was ticked. "If that's the case, I don't see any reason for me to go through with the raise!"

"Really. I thought we shook on it, Dan. That's interesting. I guess that proves what kind of man you are then, doesn't it?"

"You look here, you ungrateful..."

"Is there a problem?" I heard a voice say from behind me. It was deep, and steady...almost unnerving in the way it reverberated its authority throughout the paneled office. It was a voice I'd heard all my life, although I'd never really been that happy before to hear that tone. I smiled wider, not even thinking to turn around.

"Uh...no Darren. I was just saying..."

"You were just about to say how ungrateful Neil is. Now, you see, I find THAT interesting, Dan. Neil busted his ass to win that contract, even though he knew he was going to be leaving the company in a few weeks. He was just doing his job like a professional, like he always has. He didn't expect any kind of reward for that. But I'm damn sure he expected a little more gratitude on your part."

"Darren, I think you came in at the wrong part of the conversation. I was just telling Neil that..."

"I heard the entire conversation, Dan. And I'm afraid it confirmed some of the complaints I've been hearing over the last few months." Dan's jaw dropped, and he was trying to find it as Dad stepped up next to me. "I've supported you from day one when you got this job, Dan. And I've never meddled when it came to Neil. You had your reasons for what you've done with his department, and I wasn't about to use my title to change something if you felt it was right. But I'm going to ask you straight up...did you shake Neil's hand when you gave him the raise?"

"Well, yes. But I didn't know then that he was leaving. I'm..."

"A fucking jerk. That's what you are!" Dad said as he leaned forward, putting both of his hands on Dan's desk, jutting his chest out in an offensive posture. "Not to mention a cheap asshole."

"Now wait a minute, Darren," Dan said, the sweat starting to build on his forehead.

"Not another word, Dan. It's apparent to me that you're not a man of your word, so there's no sense hearing any more you have to say."

Dan started to say something, but Dad put his hand up, his finger pointing directly at Dan's red face. "Where I come from, Dan, a handshake and your word are all you need. And that's the very principle this company was founded on; one of honesty and integrity. Neil showed it by working to the very end to help this company's future. It's obvious to me that you just don't fucking get it!" Dad turned to me and said, "Neil, I'm pulling rank on this one. He said it, and he shook on it. You have this company's word that you'll get the raise. Why don't you head on back to your office...I'll be back in a little while to get you."

I walked out, but Dad stayed behind, closing the door as I left. I knew what was coming. I'd been in too many closed door talks with my Dad over the years. Normally, I would have cringed at the thought. But I walked back to my office with a huge grin on my face. I was thinking about everything that had just happened. For me, it was...monumental. 

In one hour, I'd signed a document agreeing to a new job in another state that would provide Ann and me with a perfect start to our life together. I'd landed a new contract for my department that would provide not only more work, it would provide more employment opportunities within the department. I'd been promoted to a salaried manager position and given a healthy raise. And, I'd quit my job; and in the process, outed my boss for being an asshole in front of a Vice President. Oh, and I'd also asked the receptionist, on behalf a friend, to consider fucking him and his girlfriend the weekend I would be getting married.

"Wow, that...was an hour chock full of entertainment, right there," I said with a chuckle as I walked back into my office, just as the phone was ringing.

"Good afternoon, Neil Thomas."

"Hi Neil. It's Carol...how are you?"

"I'm fantastic. How about you?"

"You know how I am, Neil. You've had me," she said being playful, and sounding horny. "So, did you get the package?"

"Yep. It's signed, sealed, and on it's way back to be delivered to you."

"So, you found everything the way you wanted it, then?"

"Well, yeah. But it wasn't what I expected. What's with the whole two grand. I thought we agreed to half that. You're not expecting more from Ann, are you?"

"Expecting? No. Hoping...maybe. You were right, Neil. I was so totally turned on by Pussy...what's her real name?" 

"Tina," I said with a laugh.

"Tina. Okay, well...I was so turned on by Tina eating me, and me eating her. But a lot of that had to do with you, and the situation, and where we did it. But I'm still not sure about it. I want to try it once, just to see. But hell, I may chicken out after that."

"So if you think you might even do less with us, why would you give us ALL of the money, Carol? That doesn't make any sense."

"Truthfully? Because I like saying that I gave Evans a two thousand dollar blowjob...it sounds so much hotter than me giving him one for half that. And it rolls of the tongue better, don't you think?"

"Carol! Why the hell did you do that? I thought you said you were never going to do that again after what you did for Martina?"

"I never said never. I think what I said was that I never thought I would do it one time, and that it was unlikely I'd ever do it again. But I'm not a 'never' kind of woman, Neil. I always believe in keeping my options open."

"I don't know what to say, Carol."

"How about 'thank you'? That might be a good place to start," she said.

"Somehow, I don't think that will be enough, will it?"

"Neil, I don't have a hidden agenda. Really...I promise. I figured as long as I got Evans to agree to the entire amount, it would be a shame not to do something with it. Consider it a wedding gift, okay?"

"Wow...thanks Carol. I guess I'll be seeing you in a couple of weeks."

"I'm looking forward to it. Have a safe trip, and tell Ann I'm looking forward to our date," she said with a nervous giggle.

~*~*~*~*~*~

I had just hung up with Carol when Dad appeared at my door, beaming. He looked like he was the cat that had just eaten the canary. 

"Who was that?" he asked.

"That was Carol Shade from my new job. Wow...I still can't believe I'm saying that. Anyway, she's the Executive Secretary. She just wanted to make sure I got the package and that everything went okay."

"That's nice. You have to appreciate that they follow up so..." The phone rang again, interrupting Dad's train of thought. It was an internal call, and he waved at the phone. "Let it go...why don't we go ahead and get out of here."

"Because I said I'd work until one, and it's only 10 till....that's why," I said as I picked up the phone, "This is Neil."

"Hi Neil."

"Hi again, Nancy. What can I do for you?"

"Ann's on line one, sweetie. She sounds excited."

"Okay...thanks. I'll see you in a week." I hit the button, opening the line. "Good afternoon, Neil Thomas."

"Hi baby! Today's the day I get you back!"

"I know Ann. I can't wait to see you," I said. Dad gave me a wink, and sat down in the chair across from my desk.

"So...are we definitely moving?" she asked.

"Yep...I signed the paperwork, and quit my job. And in between, I landed the BBN contract, got promoted to salary, and got a raise."

"You're kidding...all in one day?"

"All in an hour...it was a pretty good hour."

"I can promise you I'm going to give a much better hour tonight. Maybe a couple of hours if your not too tired," Ann said seductively. I felt my cock jump a little.

"Well, I'm going to try to sleep on the plane. But I warn you, I've never been very good at that."

"Too busy having sex, no doubt," she said with a laugh.

"Well, not this time. Babe, Dad's here. He's ready to take me to the airport. I'll tell you more about my day when I get there. Okay?"

"Okay, baby. Have a safe flight. Sonya and I will pick you up tonight."

I was a little disappointed. "Sonya?"

"Yeah...well, she's the one that got you the tickets, and she has you flying into Sacramento. I've never been to that airport, and I'm not comfortable going there by myself at night. So I'm making her go with me."

"Oh...okay. I'll see you tonight, babe. I love you."

"Love you too. Give your Dad a hug for me."

"Okay...bye."

~*~*~*~*~*~

"You know, son...you have some remarkable restraint," Dad said as we drove down the long, straight country road from our little town toward civilization. The main drag out of town going east was a two lane stretch of pavement that didn't have a curve in it for almost 30 miles.

"Why do you say that?" I asked.

"We've been driving for almost fifteen minutes, and you haven't even thought about asking me what happened in Dan's office after you left."

"I thought you were going to say I was showing restraint by not going around his arrogant desk and decking him."

"Well, that too. But no, that's not what I meant."

"I figure if you wanted to tell me, you would. Otherwise, it's none of my business."

"That's it. That's the best you've got?" he said sarcastically.

"I'm serious Dad. I quit my job today. Dan doesn't affect me any more."

"You know...you're right. It's my problem, not yours. I will tell you this, though. I heard him say that he'd match their offer, and when I told him what you're going to be making, he almost shit his pants right there."

"Why would you tell him how much I'm going to make, Dad? That's really none of his business."

"I had to."

"You HAD to...what do you mean you had to?"

"He needed to know how much was coming out of his paycheck."

"What?"

"I told him that I heard him say he would match the offer, and I told him that was what the company was going to do for you for the next three weeks, because he said it as part of a negotiation."

"We were never negotiating, Dad. I told him no."

"Neil, he's an agent of the company. As your boss, he has the power to hire and fire. AND, he has the power to give raises. The moment Dan said he'd match their offer; he started negotiations on the behalf of the company in order to keep you as an employee. If you had said yes that that moment, we would have been obligated to match that offer, provided you could provide proof that it existed. And you can. You have the document in your suitcase. SO, he would have screwed over the company had you said yes." 

"Screwed the company?"

"Sure. He would have been paying his youngest, newest salaried manager more money than his most senior, most experienced one."

"You mean, I'm going to make more than Jay?"

"Yep...and Jay would have pitched a fit, and rightly so...and he would have demanded proper alignment of the salary structure, and rightly so. We'd be looking at having to raise the salaries of a lot of people, all because Dan fucked up and didn't do his job and promote you years ago, and then panicking when you resigned."

"So what does that all mean?"

"It means, I told him that we couldn't afford that kind of money for your position, but because he entered into negotiations, we were in a spot where we had to honor that offer, even if was only for the time you had left with the company. And since he made an offer we can't afford as a company, the difference is coming out of his pay for the next three weeks."

I laughed and said, "Is it too late to change my mind?"

Dad looked at me and grinned. "I knew you'd say that. Anyway, I also told him if I ever heard one word of how much you make through the rumor mill in the plant, I'd hold him personally accountable."

"What does that mean?" I asked.

"It means I'll be looking to replace somebody besides just you. And speaking of replacing you...I'm putting together a selection committee to oversee the hiring of your replacement. Dan lost the privilege of making that choice today. It became crystal clear that I can't trust him."

"What does that mean, exactly?"

"It means I want an honest answer. Is Howard the right man to replace you?"

I never hesitated, even though the answer hurt me to say it. "No. As much as I like him, and as much as he's helped the department grow...absolutely not."

"Okay. Why not?"

"Why are you asking me this?"

"Because I agree with you. But I want to know it's for the same reasons. I'm going to skip over the next in line for your job Neil. If I'm going to do that, I want to make absolutely sure I've covered all the bases. Howard deserves to know why, because he's going to ask. I need to be able to tell him, and then tell him what he needs to work on so if the position ever opens up again, he'll have a better chance."

"That's what I should have done, Dad. I should have been bringing him along."

"No, that was Dan's job. If he never gave you instructions to do it, and he didn't pay you as a manager, then it's on him. From a pride standpoint, I understand why you feel that way, but as far as the organization chart of the company, this one falls under Dan. And that's important for when you come back, Neil. You'll be training somebody other than Howard, and you'll still be working with him too. You need to be able to look him in the eye and know that his not being ready is not your fault." 

"Okay...although I still think I could have done something."

"Let it go, bud. Now, tell me why he's not ready."

"Really, I don't think he ever will be, even if I'd tried to work with him. Howard's a production guy, Dad. He always will be. If you promote him, it will be the classic case of taking a great production lead, and ruining him by making him a manager."

"Okay, I get that. But why exactly do you say that?"

"Administratively, Howard is awful. He has no phone skills, no people skills, really. And he's horrendous when he's dealing with customers. He's used to dealing with machines, and that's kind of the way he thinks when it comes to customers...and you just can't do that. The growth of the department is all about the relationship between the manager, and the customers. It's that simple."

"Well, see there...we agree. And that's why you should have been promoted a long time ago, son. You get it. I'm sorry I couldn't do anything about it. But really, it would have been worse for you if I had. Everyone would have used the fact that you're my son again. Frankly, I think this new job is the best thing in the world for you and Ann. Get away and make a life for the two of you. But I'm going to really miss you."

Dad got a little emotional. Even though he was old school, he never had a problem showing his softer side to me. In fact, he went out of his way to let me know on occasion that it's okay for men to have that trait and to show it to those you love. His advice was to be guarded around others, but not around family. And I was an apple that didn't fall far from the tree in that regard.

We said our goodbyes at the airport outside the terminal. I didn't see any point in making Dad go inside. 

"Remember what I said. Make sure to you plan for an emergency when you drive back...including the extra water and food."

"Okay...I promise, Dad. Thanks for everything," I said as I gave him a hug. Then I gave him another one.

"What's that for?" he asked.

"That was from Ann. She asked me to give it to you when I hung up the phone."




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 33



Dad smiled. It was like a fresh breeze washed over him. "You've really hit the jackpot this time with Ann, Neil."

"I know Dad...sometimes it's hard to believe. I can't wait to see her."

"I bet you can't wait to do more than that. Just don't tear it up too much the first night...you're going to be with her all week."

"Tear what up?" I asked, thinking I didn't hear him right.

But Dad just winked and said, "You know, the best thing about all of those week long business trips I used to take when you were younger was getting home and seeing Betsy. There's nothing quite like 'reunion' sex."

I laughed. "Reunion sex?"

"Anytime you're apart for four days or longer. That's my definition, anyway. But I'm sure by any definition, the two of you qualify. Have a good time, Neil. And be careful...okay?"

"Okay Dad. Thanks."

~*~*~*~*~*~

It was my first time in beautiful, sunny Southern California...or any California for that matter. Except it wasn't sunny, and it wasn't all that beautiful. I'm sure it was normally. But as I sat in the terminal at LAX waiting for the plane that I was supposed to board to arrive from another destination, I stared out the windows at the rain that was pouring down. 

"At least the flights are on time," I said to myself as I looked at the board. I wondered if the weather up the coast was any better. I assumed that since I was going to California, the weather would be spectacular. It never occurred to me to check to see what it was actually going to be like. Decades before the advent of the internet and before the Weather Channel was available on everyone's television, it wasn't like that info was at my fingertips. And I hadn't read the paper before I left.

I considered going to get one, but since there wasn't anything I could do about the weather, in LA or elsewhere, I decided to people watch instead. If I had been dropped there by aliens, I think I would have known I was in Los Angeles. I could only shake my head and grin as I looked at the people that walked by. 

Having ninety minutes to kill, I grabbed a quick bite to eat. It was almost 9 o'clock my time and I was starving. I'd skipped the dinner on the plane, telling the stewardess not to bother me if I happened to fall asleep. I was in a row by myself, and I not only was able to relax for once, I actually slept...and slept well. It was at least a two-hour nap, if not longer, and I came off the plane feeling groggy, but rested. Now that I was awake, my stomach was rumbling.

It was a pretty good burger for airport food, and the beer tasted great. Other than the weather, my vacation was off to a pretty good start. As I boarded the next plane, I got excited. I was only a couple of hours away from being with Ann.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Circling Sacramento, I looked down on the lights of the city. It had taken almost an hour longer than it was supposed to get there, and I was trying to control my patience. The rain had slowed our takeoff from Los Angeles. I wasn't sure why, but we seemed to sit on the tarmac forever, sitting still as we waited in line. The pilot didn't help, since he wasn't saying anything. And since there wasn't anything I could do about it, I waited with the rest of the passengers and tried to pass the time by listening to my Walkman.

The feeling of elation that ripped through my body when the wheels touched the runway was like a drug...a shot of morphine to my pained soul. I didn't know how much I really missed Ann until that moment. My heart was aching to be with her. I longed to touch her hair, and smell her exotic perfume as I nuzzled at the nape of her neck. I wanted to take her in my arms, pulling her hard body into mine as I pressed my mouth against hers, feeling her tender lips part as she surrendered to my passion for her. I wanted to lift her off her feet, and carry her to the first private place I could find and bring her more pleasure than I'd ever given her before.

So...why DOES it take so long to taxi from the end of the runway to a terminal?

That was the hardest part...the long and agonizing trip from the point where we'd turned off the runway, to parking at the gate. I wondered if we were stuck behind some octogenarian in his little plane, driving with his left wing blinker on, oblivious to the large jet following close behind him. Then I had to endure the long line of people moving slowly like cattle past me as I waited for my turn to get off. It's moments like those that can dehumanize a person, making you feel more like part of the herd than an individual. My carryon clutched in my hand, I squeezed into the aisle and inched forward, resisting the urge to 'moo'. What I wouldn't have given to be in first class again.

Ann had told me that she would meet me at the luggage carousel. She wanted to avoid having to stand with a bunch of other people waiting, and figured if I could scramble past the passengers that were being greeted by friends and family at the gate, it would actually make it easier for me to find her. Once again, she proved just how smart she was. The terminal was filled with people gathering at the gate, craning their necks to find whoever they were looking for as they got off the plane, and I was able to slip past them along the wall and get on my way. It felt great just to be out of the crowd and walking free and clear of the huddled masses as I headed toward the escalators, finally able to breathe again.

At the bottom of those moving stairs stood a gorgeous babe in a skintight pair of jeans and a tight white T-shirt. The shirt was stretched to the limit by her ample breasts, which were held up by a push up bra that became more visible as the stairs drew me near her. Her long auburn hair fell to her shoulders, and I could have easily been captured by her smile. Instead, my eyes were drawn to the woman standing next to her; she was the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen in my life. Of course, I WAS biased.

Ann radiated in every way imaginable, starting with her incredible smile. She lit up as soon as she saw me, and she pointed as she leaned toward her friend, who I had to assume was Sonya, the Air Traffic Controller that had gotten me the free airline tickets. Sonya nodded as her eyes got wide. It stroked my ego a little, but I was more enthralled with Ann's reaction. She was bouncing up and down on her 4 inch black heels, her wonderfully perky breasts bouncing with her underneath the plunging blue satin camisole top she was wearing. The thin straps holding it up were nearly invisible from where I was and I was struck that it looked more like lingerie than something that one would wear out in public. Then I remembered I was in California.

Ann's shorts were denim, cutting off at the very top of her thighs. They were the hip hugger variety, and on both sides, there was a two-inch gap in the denim. They were held together by a black leather string, criss-crossing up her hips through the silver half-inch ringlets that bordered the edges, 6 on each side. Looking at shorts from the side, they looked like the top of a shoe, laced up and tied in a neat bow positioned at the top, right on the point of Ann's hips. My cock lurched as I dreamed of what it would be like to untie her right there and pull out the strings. From the design, it was pretty obvious Ann wasn't wearing anything under them, her bronze skin showing through the little windows the crossed laces created.

As I reached the bottom of the escalator, I resisted the urge to run over to Ann. She seemed hesitant too. It was like we were each waiting for the other to cave to the desires that were so evident. Just like the two of us to draw out even the simplest of things, the long awaited hello.

As I approached, Ann's eyes seemed like they were on fire, the raging inferno from deep inside her soul bared to me as she stared into mine. 

"Hi Baby...this is..." she started to say, but I put my finger to her lips, and I stared at her. Ann smiled as I let my fingers slide down her neck for a moment.

"You must be Sonya," I said, turning my attention to her friend.

"Yes. Nice to meet you, Neil. I've obviously heard a lot about..."

"Can we talk a minute, in private?" I asked, taking Sonya by the arm and pulling her off to the side. 

Sonya looked over her shoulder, bewildered for a moment as she stared back at Ann. Ann just smiled and nodded...her trust in me extraordinary as I all but ignored her to talk to her attractive friend. I stood so that Sonya was between Ann and myself, her back to her friend. I was able to watch Ann over Sonya's shoulder as we talked.

It was a brief, quiet conversation. Ann was still bouncing as I glanced over; now more nervous than excited, but her eyes remained wild. I could feel the passion from where I stood twenty feet away. Sonya nodded, and turned on her heels, looking at Ann as she strutted back over. Six months before, I would have been tempted to stare at her ass...but I was locked onto Ann, trying to read her body language. The way her stiff nipples were pressed against the silk of her top made me want to learn to read Braille.

Sonya strolled over and took Ann's left arm, lifting it so the she could hold her hand. Ann looked at her oddly, until Sonya reached with her other hand and slowly removed the ring on her finger, making Ann's eyes fly open. 

Sonya took it in her hand and left Ann standing there. Ann brought her suddenly naked hand up to cover her open mouth and she trembled a little as I winked at her.

"Here you go, Neil," Sonya said as she carefully handed it to me.

I slipped it over the very tip of my index finger so I wouldn't drop it, and I looked at it. It was stunning. In fact, it was Ann. Not wanting her to be without it for long, I unzipped my carryon bag and pulled out my camera. Not the Polaroid, although I brought that too. It was my regular 35mm Nokia. Handing it to Sonya, I asked, "Would you mind?" 

"No...it would be an honor," she said, knowing what was coming.

So did Ann. She closed her eyes for a moment, and started to cry as I approached her. I took her left hand in mine, and got down on one knee, looking up into her misty eyes.

"Anna Renee Franklin...will you marry me?" I said holding the ring up for her to see. The camera flashed as Ann smiled down at me.

Ann nodded, and said, "God yes. A million times, YES!"

I slipped the ring onto her finger, and the camera flashed a couple more times. Ann was crying, tears rolling down her face as I stood and swept her into my arms. I leaned down and kissed her deeply; it was a long, tender kiss that seemed to make time stand still. It was silent around me. I could only hear the beating of my heart, and I could feel hers thumping rapidly in her chest as I pulled her against my body.

Setting her back on her feet, I brushed the tears from Ann's face with my thumbs as I cradled her face in my hands. I fell in love with her all over again as she smiled at me with her dark, soulful eyes.

"The ring is as beautiful as you are, Ann. I love it."

"I cannot believe you just did that, baby. You are without a doubt the most amazing man I've ever met. Have you been planning that all day?"

"Actually, it just came to me when I saw Sonya. Besides, it didn't seem right that I hadn't asked you properly."

"What do you mean you didn't ask me properly? That moment under our tree was perfect to me."

"Yes...it was, wasn't it? I just meant..."

"I know what you meant, baby. Now I have two moments to remember. This was perfect too," she said as she pulled me closer, kissing me again. 

We kissed for what seemed like forever, until Sonya said, "Are we going to look for your luggage, or just assume it got lost?"

"She's right babe. Let's go find your stuff so we can get going. We're going to stay at Sonya's place tonight."

"We are?" I said, a little surprised.

"She lives a lot closer, and I didn't want to wake up the girls when we get back to Chad and Dana's. And I'm sure you're tired...so we'll get you to bed sooner."

"Actually, I took a great nap on the flight to LA. I'm really doing pretty well right now."

Ann winked and said, "Then that means we'll just have to do something different in bed, won't we?"

I looked over at Sonya, who was grinning at us. "I'm going to my boyfriends place tonight, Neil...and my roommate is going to hers. You'll have the place to yourselves. So, let's get going. Seeing you two is making me horny."

~*~*~*~*~*~

"I can't see anything!" Sonya complained as she looked in her rear view mirror, which was turned at a different angle than normal in hopes of catching a better glimpse into the back seat.

"There's nothing to see, Sonya. I told you, we're not doing anything naughty," Ann said with a laugh.

"I would know that if you would've let Neil sit on the other side instead of behind me!"

"Well, you'll just have to imagine," Ann said with a bigger laugh as she leaned even closer into me.

Ann was telling the truth. We really weren't doing anything, other than my arm being around her shoulders, and her head on mine. She had her right hand on my thigh, stroking it back and forth across my tanned skin. But that was it. Sonya seemed to think the way Ann's arm was moving was because of something more intimate. It was a reasonable assumption. Ann and Sonya had been roommates for two years, and they were close. So maybe Sonya knew of Ann's little thing for playing with a cock. And from where Sonya was sitting, it would have looked like that's just what Ann was doing. Ann seemed to want it that way; her arm making exaggerated movements like she was stroking my hard shaft.

And I was hard, but I was still safely tucked inside my khaki shorts. Ann had no intention of starting anything in the back of Sonya's car. And I was letting her take the lead. I was just happy to have any part of my body touching hers; to feel her sitting next to me again. 

I took Ann by the hand, holding it up so that I could see her ring on her finger. Even in the dark of the backseat, it sparkled, seemingly lighting up the back of her hand. Gently squeezing her palm, I leaned in towards Ann. She kissed me before I could kiss her, and I giggled. I'd dreamed of the moment we would be together again for months. And now that I was, I couldn't believe how much better it was than those dreams. Ann must have had the same dreams, because she seemed even more excited than I was, if that was possible.

As difficult as it had been on me to be without Ann, it had to be even more so for her. Ann had set me up with Tina numerous times, and then there was the amazing weekend she had orchestrated for the two of us during out trip for my job interview. I had at least had sex since Ann had flown back to California. And even though I hadn't in over a month, that was nothing compared to what Ann had endured. Sure, she'd had orgasms while we were apart...lots of them. But I was sure it wasn't even close to the same. 

Sonya pulled into the driveway of the tiny house she lived in. It was a beautiful little stucco ranch that couldn't have been more than 1,100 square feet. But it was cute, with beautiful landscaping around the front. 

Putting her car in park, Sonya turned to look at us. Ann smiled and said, "I told you. See, we've been good."

"Well, you've both got more willpower than I have. I'd been all over him, Ann."

"I will be once we're in the house," Ann laughed.

"Well, here are the keys to the front door. Just leave them under that mat to the back door. I have a key to the gate. Let yourself out that way and make sure it's locked. I changed the sheets on my bed this morning. Towels are in the closet in the bathroom. So please, make yourself at home, okay. Linda's already gone to her boyfriends, so you're on your own."

"Thanks Sonya. I really appreciate you doing this," Ann said as she leaned forward and hugged her friend. 

"Don't mention it. It's not like I'm not going to have a good time too. I can't wait to get to Gary's," she said as she popped the latch to the hatch of her Toyota Corolla. 

I got out and got my luggage, setting it on the sidewalk as Ann said goodbye to Sonya through the car window. I walked back and leaned down next to Ann.

"Sonya, I know we didn't get to talk much tonight. But I need to thank you for the plane tickets. I can't tell you what a wonderful gift that was. And thank you for picking me up, and for taking the pictures at the airport, and for letting us stay here tonight...and for being such a good friend to Ann."

"You're welcome, Neil. We'll talk later in the week, I'm sure. Enjoy the house...oh, and don't hesitate to grab what you want to eat in the kitchen if you're hungry."

I looked at Ann and said, "I'm already planning on having a snack in a little bit, but I doubt I find it in the kitchen."

"Oh God, have I missed you eating my pussy," Ann groaned.

"Shit...I have to go! I need fucked!" Sonya said, her hand moving between her thighs to cup her crotch through her tight jeans. She gave a little wave as she threw her car into reverse and gunned the engine. Ann held my hand as we watched Sonya back out, and speed away down what had to be a normally quiet neighborhood street. 

Squeezing my hand to get my attention, Ann turned to me. The hunger in her eyes showed her thoughts, but she said them anyway. "Neil, I really need FUCKED too. Let's go inside." 

~*~*~*~*~*~

The house was quaint. It was cozy. It was...intimate. Sonya and her roommate had used a Southwestern theme in their decorating, and yet for a smaller house, it was very open and free. It seemed a lot more spacious than it really was. The overriding feeling I got standing in the living room was that Sonya's home was friendly and warm. Of course, that warmth could have just been Ann, who was so sexy she was smoldering as she gave me the quick tour.

I was a little surprised Ann took the time to show me around. But as we put my things next to the bag she had packed that was in Sonya's bedroom, she gave me an insight as to why. It seemed to be the beginning of a long seduction. 

"I'm sure you're feeling a little grimy after traveling all day. Why don't we take that shower we almost took at your parent's place the last time we were together?"

Ann remembered how I'd loved taking them with Dawn that weekend we were together, and how we almost succumbed to doing it the Saturday before Ann left. We didn't, because we both determined at the last moment that if we got in, we wouldn't get out, and that wasn't how we wanted to enjoy each other. 

But we'd talked about that day several times since then. We talked about how nice it had been to skip that temptation and shower separately, before heading to the the hide-a-bed. Yet, we also talked about how wonderful it would have been if we had gone ahead and showered together. We ended up turning it into a little fantasy; one I know I'd dreamed about several times. From the way things were starting, I imagined Ann had been dreaming about it too.

"I love your outfit," I said to Ann as we stood in the larger than expected bathroom. 

"This? Oh, it's just something I threw on."

I moved closer, taking the bottom of her silky top in my hands. "How about if I help you take this off?"

Ann raised her arms over her head as she grinned at me. I lifted the camisole, exposing her small, perfect tits. I missed them, and couldn't wait to get reacquainted with her nipples again. They were already hard, and seemed to be throbbing in time with my cock, straining against the material of my shorts. I let Ann's top fall to the floor, and ran my hands up her sides, cupping her tits. Ann had continued to hold her hands in the air, and she let them fall to my shoulders as she moaned, encouraging me.

I let my thumbs rub against her nipples, making hard flicks back and forth. It was a little rougher than I remembered treating them before, but Ann responded positively, letting out a soft hiss. When I moved my fingers to join my thumbs, Ann knew I was about to pinch them. Her eyes opened wider, and they flashed as she blinked at me. I read her eyes, and I gripped her tender nubs tighter and pulled at them.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 34



I had no idea what time it was. Probably because I didn't know where I was, exactly. I knew I was with Ann. And I knew I was in her friend Sonya's house. Actually, I was in Sonya's bed. But I usually had a better geographical gyroscope than I was currently experiencing. With Sonya driving us to her home from the airport, and me being in the back seat with Ann, I hadn't paid attention to where we were going. I was too busy just being with Ann. 

Other than being in Northern California, I was at a loss. I didn't know the town I was in. I didn't know the county I was in. I didn't even know which way was North, and that rarely ever happened to me. I always knew that kind of stuff. I didn't really need to know it. For whatever reason, I just always did, like it was some kind of extra sense I had. At least, that's what I thought. But now that I didn't know, for the first time in what seemed like forever, I had an overwhelming feeling that was really odd. I felt a little lost.

I was also lost between time zones. At least, my body was. I wasn't in the Eastern Time zone any longer, and I hadn't seemed to arrive in the Pacific yet. I was somewhere between Eastern and Pacific...maybe it was the Eapific. At least, that sounded better to me than being on Peastern time. Actually, I felt like I was stuck in a time and space continuum, and suddenly the existence of a Twilight Zone didn't seem like such a far-fetched scenario. I wondered how long it would take me to adjust to wherever I was. 

So there I was, lost in Northern California, and lost in thought. Most importantly, I was lost with Ann. At least that's how I was looking at it. And it would have been just fine with me if we stayed lost together forever. 

I was laying there in Sonya's huge king sized bed, next to a totally exhausted Ann. We had fallen asleep soon after we'd spent another hour or so making love to each other. I'm not sure how long we'd been asleep. It seemed like a long time, yet I could still taste Ann on my lips. Then again, that might have had something to do with just how much she came while I was eating her.

~*~*~*~*~*~

The bed in Sonya's room was already turned down when we entered the room. I hadn't noticed that when we dropped off my luggage during the little tour Ann gave me. The sheets were a burgundy satin, the rich color playing seductively against the earthy tones of the Southwestern motif of. There were a lot of dark woods, and sunset types of hues in the room. There was even a large potted cactus in the corner. I hadn't seen any of those things...I was so focused on Ann that I realized I'd gotten a tour without paying all that much attention to what I was being shown. I was too excited about who was showing it.

Ann crawled up on the bed, moving on her hands and knees toward the very center of the large mattress. When she reached the headboard, she plopped down and curled up on her side like a sexy feline, one leg on top of the other, practically purring as I watched her. She had purposefully positioned her body so that she was giving me a perfect view of her ass, her beautiful bald pussy winking at me between her legs; her well used asshole still gaping slightly from my cock violating it and taking its virginity. 

"See anything else you like?" Ann asked as she watched me stare at her backside. I couldn't help but think about the conversation we had had moments before, as she led me by my cock from the bathroom towards Sonya's bedroom. She'd just asked me what I was looking at that made my cock jump in her hand. I'd told her that I couldn't believe we'd just had anal sex. Actually, I was a lot more blunt than that. I'd said that I couldn't believe she let me fuck her in that fine ass of hers. And she responded by telling me that it was my ass, because she belonged to me. 

That thought was prevalent in my mind when Ann asked me if I saw anything else that I liked. I smiled and said, "That would depend. Is it just your ass that belongs to me? I'm just wondering if I'm limited to that."

Ann laughed. "Well, that was the last bit of unclaimed territory I have, babe. So if you're looking to plant that big flag of yours somewhere else where no one has ever been, I'm afraid I can't help you."

"That's not what I meant, and you know it," I grinned. 

"I know, baby. And you should know that everything you see belongs to you. The one thing I feared, you just helped me get past. So, tell me what you want and it's yours."

"You first," I said as I moved slowly toward the bed.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, you just totally gave yourself to me, babe. You said it...you were afraid, but you did it for me anyway. So, it's my turn to give back. Tell me how I can do that for you."

Ann flipped over onto her back, and slowly spread her legs for me. She didn't hesitate once I offered. "Eat my pussy, baby. I've dreamed of that magic tongue of yours every day since I left. Please..."

I crawled up between Ann's legs, kissing her, using that tongue she'd had dreams about to search her mouth for her tongue. Pulling back, I smiled. "You don't have to beg for me to eat you, Ann. I've been dreaming about this just as much as you have."

As good as Ann had tasted when I'd sucked on her fingers in the shower after she'd fingered herself, tasting her directly from the source was so much more wonderful. Although, I was a little worried about being out of practice. It had been a while since I'd pleasured a woman orally, and it was even longer since I'd been with Ann. And I had set a certain standard that she expected. With Ann looking forward to it the way she was, I didn't want to disappoint her.

Having already spent so much time abusing her tits and nipples earlier, I skipped the temptation of starting there and moved back down between her legs. My hot breath caused Ann to moan, her ass squirming against the fitted silk sheet. She pulled her legs up, her feet sliding along the mattress until she lifted them into the air; her ass rotating up so that it was at a better angle for me to suck on her wet slit. I placed my hands on the back of her thighs, forcing them even higher and wider, lewdly spreading Ann open for me.

I sighed as my eyes were drawn to her ass. It was still slightly open from my fucking it in the shower, and I couldn't help myself. I know, no matter how much she'd practiced with her dildo...actually having anal sex with me had to have hurt, at least a little. And yet, Ann seemed to love that I fucked her ass. I wanted her to know how much I loved her for what she'd done for me. So, I started there.

Licking around the rim, Ann shook and let out a low, guttural mewl that started from deep inside her belly. She started panting almost at once, and I knew I was starting down the right path. By the time I stuck my tongue deep inside that forbidden place, Ann was running her hands through my hair, trying desperately to pull me just a little farther north on her body. I grabbed her wrists, and she knew not to force the issue. We had already fucked. I wanted to savor this...I wasn't about to rush through it. I wanted to make love to her, starting with my mouth.

I spent a lot longer than she wanted loving around her rear entrance. But it was having the intended effect I'd hoped for. Ann was going crazy with desire. She knew it was only going to get better, but she was impatient. And yet, I took my time. 

By the time I finally moved to her outer labia, Ann's breathing was so short and shallow that I thought she might hyperventilate. When I took one of her protruding lips into my mouth and bit at it, pulling it slightly away from her crotch, Ann let out a gasp. Her back arched in a quick motion.

"Oh yes...please. Suck my pussy baby!"

I toyed with her, licking and sucking and nibbling around her dripping hole, making her squirm. I looked up between her legs to see her pulling at her nipples, much more violently than I had done before. Sweat was forming on the bottom of her breasts, making a little pool form as it rolled toward her hollowed stomach.

I loved teasing Ann. It was like playing a fine instrument, seeing how I could make different sounds by how I touched her. And the music she was making was like a symphony to my ears. The more I drew out the length of the foreplay, the more Ann spoke through her whines and moans. It was melodic, more than I'm sure she ever realized. I made a mental note to find a way to record those sounds someday. I knew I likely would never see that thought through, but it amused me that I even thought of it in the first place.

When Ann's moaning started to change from anticipation to desperation, I knew it was time. I ran my tongue up through her open slit, digging it in deep as I went from near her ass toward her exposed clit. Her hips jumped up, ramming my chin into her pubic bone, and she let out a little scream. 

Jamming two fingers of my right hand into her open ass, I also stuck my thumb into her pussy, pinching them together as I moved them in and out. Ann screamed so loud I actually was concerned about the neighbors calling the police. When I sucked her clit into my mouth and flicked at her clit, Ann came. She had enough presence of mind to cover her head with a pillow at that point, because her screaming only got louder. 

Ann covered my face with her sweet, sticky cum, and I swallowed what I could. A wet flow trailed from her quivering pussy down her ass, covering my fingers as I worked in and out of the new playground I was fucking with my hand. Slowing my motions, and pulling my face up from the mess I'd made, I waited for Ann to recover. I could have watched her amazing tits rise and fall with her heavy breathing the rest of the night. 

Finally, she threw the pillow off the bed, shaking her head from side to side as she panted. "I thought I was ready for this," she said softly.

"Ready for what?" I asked. 

"God I've dreamed about you eating me, Neil. And I thought I was prepared for the sweet torture you always seem to put me through. But what I remember and what you just did...I don't know how you know exactly what I need exactly when I need it, baby. But I love what you do to me, and sometimes...it scares me."

"I scare you?" I said, pulling my hand from her holes, licking my fingers as I made my way up her body to lie next to her.

"Yes...see. Look at you. You're fucking gorgeous, and you do such sexy things all the time. I can't believe you're sucking your fingers after doing that."

"Why not? You sucked my cock after it had been in your ass. So I know you're clean. And you're changing the subject."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means you said I scare you, and the answer you gave me is a load of crap," I said with a laugh. "What did you mean by me scaring you?"

"THAT!"

"That...what? What are you trying to say?"

"You seem like you know everything I'm thinking, and you know what I want and need before I do. It's a little frightening," Ann said, acting shy all of a sudden.

"Ann, what's going on?"

"I'm worried."

"About what, babe?"

"I...I'm worried that you'll find me boring now that we're going to be together everyday."

I almost laughed. But I knew better. Ann was actually being serious. "Sweetheart, I know what you're thinking...and..."

"See. I TOLD you! You ALWAYS know what I'm thinking!"

"No...I don't. I just happen to know right now. Look, it's natural to be a little worried. We got into this relationship really fast, and now that it's real...now that we're going to be together for the rest of our lives, it seems scary. I'm scared too."

"You are?"

"Sure. I already have one failed marriage. And even thought that one wasn't my fault, I don't want to have another one that is. Which means I have to work at it...we both do. And I know we will, because we're committed to each other."

"Neil, I love you...I do. With all my heart. I just feel so out of sorts right now."

"So do I. We've both had really unusual days today."

"What do you mean?" she said, her brow furrowed.

"Well, take me, for instance. I got a package full of papers describing a new job that's going to help us start our life together, I signed the paperwork, then said goodbye to my parents...and yours! Then I went back to work and I won the biggest contract my department has ever seen; which of course, got me the promotion and the raise I've felt I deserved for over two years. So obviously, I'm so elated about that, it's only natural that I quit my job. Then I got on an airplane and flew across the country, asked my fiancée to marry me again, and then she deepthroated me like a porn star right before she let me fuck her ass for the first time in her life. So, tell me, Ann...what did YOU do today?"

Ann smiled, realizing that she wasn't the only one that was living a whirlwind life. "Well, let's see, baby. I got up and mailed three more packages of stuff to my parents, packed up an overnight bag for tonight and called my aunt to tell her we'd be coming over tomorrow for dinner. Then I went to work and had my District Manager try to talk me into staying on another month, for like the hundredth time, and I had to tell her to stick it up her ass. After that crap, I worked a 10-hour day, lived through a surprise party my girls threw for me at the store, and then I cried all the way out of the mall and half way to Sonya's. So naturally, she helped me get over all of that by helping to give me an enema...because I'm still learning how to give them to myself. Then, I practiced my blowjob and anal techniques one more time with Antonio before I got ready. After that, it was simple. I had my hunk of a fiancée ask me to marry him, complete with a ring this time...and then I sucked his cock all the way down my throat before I let him fuck my ass with this big, fat cock." Ann said that last part as she squeezed my hard shaft.

We both started laughing, and I hugged her. "You see, Ann, it's been a full day. And I'm thinking you kind of glossed over how much leaving a job you love is affecting you. This was your last day, and instead of taking the time to come to grips with that, you had to get ready for me. That's a lot to handle."

"And that only means that you know me better than I know myself, which was my point to begin with."

"No...your point was you're scared. And like I said, so am I. Hell, your unemployed, and I'm kind of between jobs...there's a lot to be sacred about. But it's a lot easier to be scared when you have someone to go through it with. Don't you think?"

Ann kissed me and said, "Yes. It definitely is." She pushed me over onto my back and flipped herself around. Taking my cock into her mouth, she licked the head again, swirling her tongue around it. I tried to pull her torso over so I could eat her again, but Ann stopped me. "I want you to enjoy this, and if you do THAT again...I WON'T be able to concentrate." 

My shaft slipped down Ann's mouth and throat with ease. It was such a difference from when I'd last been with her, when she had to work all week to finally be able to swallow me whole. And even then, it took a very unusual angle. Now, she was able to do it all the time, and it seemed like she could do it in any position she was in. "Thank you Antonio," I said to myself, thinking of the dildo that she'd purchased while we were apart. 

Actually, I should have been thanking Missy, even though I didn't know who she was. Missy was Ann's friend from her local sex shop, and she was the one that hooked Ann up with the dildo she'd used to 'practice'. I imagined in my mind Ann doing just that; practicing her fellatio technique, getting more and more used to swallowing something so large down her throat. Not to mention using it to stretch her virgin ass, preparing herself for the night she'd offer it to me. I didn't know how much of a role Missy even played in the whole thing, if at all. Really, I didn't know who to thank, but I needed to thank someone. 

When Ann started humming over my shaft while she sucked me deep, I realized it was her I really should be thanking. When she came up for air, I sat up and pulled her to me, kissing her tenderly as she lay on top of my body.

"You must be ready to fuck me again," she said, giddy that she'd excited me so much.

"No...but I am ready to make love to you," I grinned as I rolled us over so that Ann was pinned beneath me.

"God you are so sexy, Neil."

"So are you, babe," I growled as I kissed her neck, licking and nibbling at that special place behind her ear. 

Ann threw her neck back and let out a little sigh. "I love it when you do that," she said as she spread her legs and let my body slide between them. Reaching down, she guided my cock into her wet pussy with her left hand...her engaged hand.

"I love it when you do THAT," I said with a giggle as I tongued her ear and pushed my hard rod deeper inside her.

"We could keep saying this to each other all night. Fuck me baby. Fuck me nice and slow," Ann cooed, her hot breath hitting my shoulder.

And I did. We did. It was a long, glorious fuck. The kind that simmers on low heat until it begins to percolate to a hot, steamy boil. Ann had her right leg up, her foot lying lazily on my ass as I slowly ground my pelvis into hers. My shaft was buried insider her, and the strokes I was taking were barely that. Maybe an inch of my shaft pulling out and then I would slowly push it back inside her warm cunt. And I was only stroking once every ten seconds or so. For the most part, we were just there, coupled together. 

Her left leg was bent at the knee, resting on the bed out to the side to keep her legs spread for me. Her foot was busy stroking my right calf, occasionally playing footsie with mine.

Ann's left hand was on my chest, playing with my nipples. I'd missed that so much; the way she would kiss and lick them, or just playing with them with her fingers like she was at the moment. I'd never had a woman spend the time with them the way Ann did, and I found it an incredible turn on. Her right hand was holding on to my left biceps, feeling it strain and contract as it supported my body.

I was using both of my arms to push my torso off of Ann, lifting my chest up from hers. She's said that she wanted to watch me fucking her, so I did a modified push up to let her see us joined together. Even though she really couldn't see anything, she hissed a little, and I didn't have the heart to stop offering the view. Because of that, my chest and arms were working harder than my ass, but I didn't care. It was worth it to see the look in Ann's eyes as she looked up into mine every now and then.

As she played with my chest and upper arm, she locked her gaze to mine. Her smile was soft and innocent, and if I didn't love her already, I would have fallen for her right then. I'm not so sure I didn't anyway, my heart doing flip-flops just from staring at the angel beneath me.

"You're so big, Neil," Ann said, almost breathlessly.

"You're great for my ego, babe."

"Oh...that's not what I was talking about. But you're cock IS huge."

"What were you talking about, then?"

"You...your body. You make me feel so small beneath you like this."

"And that's a problem?" I asked, still slowly grinding my cock deep into her wet slit.

"No, baby. It's definitely not. You're so big and powerful, and...I can't believe you're mine..." she said, a small tear forming in the corner of her eye as she smiled. Ann was looking at her hand, pressing gently against the center of my chest, her fingers spread. She was staring at her ring against the backdrop of my tanned skin.

"Forever," I said softly, finishing her sentence. Ann practically melted beneath me as I bent my elbows, bringing my face to hers to kiss her again. 

Ann wrapped her arms around my neck and twisted her body, rolling me over onto my left side. Her right leg was pinned under my body. Her left leg was over my body, her foot rubbing against my ass like she was going to pull me into her.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 34



"Time to fuck me, baby," Ann said as she bucked her hips toward mine. 

I didn't go faster. Instead, I just lengthened my strokes, pulling all the way out, and slamming all the way back in. And I did slam into her. The pace was still slow, but the force was amazing. I'd pull out of that sweet, tight hole slowly, like I was cocking a gun; and then I would explode forward with a powerful burst of energy, making our groins crash together violently. With each successive thrust into Ann, we both moved closer the orgasm we hoped to share together. 

Ann's eyes were glassy, and her panting and moaning calling out to me, telling me she was going to cum for me. Her stare seemed like she was looking a million miles away, but she was more with me than I thought.

"Cum with me, lover. Cum inside me. I haven't felt you cum inside me for so long. I need to feel your hot cum inside me again. CUM WITH ME!"

Ann's words seared into my brain, the fire they ignited making the simmering passion inside begin to boil, along with the sperm inside my heavy constricting balls. As Ann came on my cock, I felt my load racing up my shaft.

"I'm cumming, baby!" I said as I slammed deep inside her one last time. Ann's inner walls gripped at my shaft as it spasmed, and I gasped as I felt my hot sperm splash inside her. The force was so hard, it made the opening of my cock burn with each spurt I deposited into Ann's cunt; and yet, it felt incredible. 

When I finally finished pulsing inside her, Ann kissed my smile, mashing our lips together. "I knew I could count on you to fill me up, baby. I love how much you cum...it feels like I have a gallon inside me. It makes me feel so warm," she said.

"I love you, Ann," I said, already drained and starting to nod off. I didn't want to, but the time lag hit me like I'd walked into a wall.

"I love you too, Neil," she said, that last thing I would remember before I crashed into a deep sleep. 

~*~*~*~*~*~

I was wide-awake, lying next to my beautiful fiancée. It was the first time we'd ever fallen asleep next to each other, and as I watched her sleep...well, as I felt her sleep, I couldn't imagine being any happier in my life. We were spooning. I don't know when it happened, but it seemed so perfect.

It wasn't the same position we'd fallen asleep in. We were facing each other when I'd finally succumbed to the exhaustion that I knew was lingering around me. I must have fallen asleep seconds after my orgasm, which was one of the most intense that I could remember. It was like my sperm was rocket fuel, and after I'd used all of it in the fiery discharge into Ann's hot cunt, my engines shut down for lack of anything to sustain them. I had to recharge. 

Ann was exhausted too. The long, emotional day she'd experienced had taken a toll on her as well. The only difference between the two of us was that I was in that hidden time zone between East and Pacific, and my body was telling me it was time to get up. No matter how little sleep I had gotten, it didn't matter. I was keyed up because of the travel, and the amazing sex I'd had with Ann since we'd gotten to Sonya's house, and something was telling my body that I was supposed to be awake at that time. 

For the longest time, I just lay there holding Ann closely to my body, marveling that she was mine. I had a grin on my face, caused by my reaction to her snoring. It wasn't a wall-shaking, 'wake you in the middle of the night' sound. It was actually cute...kind of like a kitten purring. That only made me love her more.

Try as I might, I couldn't will myself back to sleep. Resigned that it would take me another 24 hours for my body to catch up with the time zone I was actually in, I got out of bed. I didn't want to wake Ann, and I was getting restless lying still in the same position trying not to wake her.

~*~*~*~*~*~

I wished I had paid better attention to the tour Ann had given me of Sonya's house. It was hard to believe I could get lost in a place so small. And yet, I doubt I would have really taken the time to notice where the light switches were. Walking through the house in the dark, I only hoped I wouldn't stub a toe or walk headfirst into a wall. Or worse, knock something over and break it.

I was standing somewhere in what I thought was the living room, waiting for my eyes to adjust to the dark. Off to the left, I saw some light...or, less dark, and I slowly moved myself in that direction. It was the kitchen, and off the back of that room was the sliding glass door that led to the small deck in the back yard. There was enough light coming from the waxing moon high in the sky for me to see that the smallish yard was enclosed by a privacy fence.

I was hot. Either from the travel, or the sex, or the fact that it seemed like the heat was on, the thought of cooling off appealed to me. I stepped out on the deck, still naked, and sat down on the cushioned seat of a portable glider. It was a cool evening, but there was no humidity in the air. And it was still in the 70's. I expected it to be colder in Northern California. Then again, I didn't expect rain in LA, which just goes to show you never know about the weather no matter where you are. 

I was sitting, looking at the stars overhead, thinking about how Ann and I had made love hours before. Specifically, I was thinking about something she said. She'd called me lover. No one had called me 'lover' since Dawn...at least not that I could remember. I'd been with over a half dozen women during and since that weekend I'd been with Dawn, and not even Ann had said it until that moment we were cumming together. 

It was just a word, but the meaning was powerful. I had cherished the fact that Dawn and I were lovers. I still did. But when Ann called me her lover, it was like the word changed. It evolved. It...transformed. It became so much more than about two people sharing and healing each other over a magical weekend. It became a much more special word for me.

The very thought of Ann being my lover had totally escaped me. I don't know if it was because I'd been saving that word for Dawn somewhere in the deep recesses of my mind, or if it was just an innocent oversight. But when Ann said it to me, in the heat of the most intimate of moments, I felt a surge inside me that I couldn't explain at the time. As I dissected the moment, I tried to figure out just what it was about how Ann said it that made it feel so different.

"It's BECAUSE it was Ann," I finally said to myself, looking into the heavens like I'd just discovered them. Sometimes, the simplest answer is actually the right one. The word evolved, and became more special to me, because it was Ann that had called me her lover. It was like I was holding that word as something between Dawn and myself, and that no one else was allowed to be a lover to me. But when I really thought about the significance of it, Dawn that was 'a' lover...and she always would be. But Ann was MY lover.

And she always would be.

~*~*~*~*~*~

It was that point in the morning where you know the sun is going to burst past the horizon within the next hour and show off colors in the distance that you never knew existed. I could barely see the beginnings of daylight, and I was anticipating an amazing sunrise. Of course, it was going to be hidden by the privacy fence that encompassed Sonya's property, but I could envision what it was going to look like, and I smiled.

As I stared at the dark, almost chocolate colored stain of the fence that hid the landscape of the surrounding terrain, I heard the distinctive sound of the sliding glass door opening. It was still dark out, and the moon had passed over the house on its way to the other side of the world. But I was sure I could be seen in what little light there was.

"Neil?"

"Yes, lover," I said, happy that I had come to terms with the word, and who Ann really was in my life.

"What are you doing out here?"

"I'm just...being."

"Being what?"

"Being...you know. Existing in the moment."

"Oh. You're thinking."

"More or less. I was thinking earlier. But right now, I'm just...being."

Ann stepped out onto the deck. She was wearing a sexy little multi-colored kimono that she had loosely tied. It barely covered her ass and crotch, and while she had her wonderful tits covered, most of her chest and stomach were exposed. She had just enough on to be modest, and yet, you knew she was naked underneath. It was one of those moments where having just a little something on made her even sexier than if she would have walked out naked like I was.

When she walked past me to sit down next to me on the glider, my mouth opened. Her hair was mussed, and her eyes still had that dreamy, glassed over look of someone still waking up, but I couldn't take my eyes off of her...she was gorgeous. Catching me staring with my mouth agape, she smiled. "What's with you?" she asked.

"You're beautiful, Ann."

"Yeah, right. I feel like I got ran over by a truck," she said, waving her hand at me like I was nuts.

"I'm serious. Do you always look this sexy in the morning? Because if you do, we may never make it out of bed."

"What are you talking about? You were out of bed when I got up? So much for that logic."

I laughed and said, "It was dark when I got out of bed, so I couldn't see how hot you are in the morning."

"Dark...what time did you get up?"

"I really don't know. I don't even know what time it is, really. I'm kind of screwed up right now. I'd guess I've been out here a couple of hours."

"It's 6AM baby."

"Well, my body's saying it's nine, and that would mean I got up at 7...which is normal for me during the week...I'd already be past morning break at work."

"I know...but you didn't go to sleep until after midnight here. You've got to be tired. You've never done this kind of time change before, have you?"

"No...the farthest West I've ever been is just past the Mississippi...St. Louis. I'll get used to it." 

"Well, maybe you can take a nap at Uncle Marty and Aunt Helen's this afternoon."

"And they would be?"

"My Aunt and Uncle, silly...you ARE tired," she said, making fun of my question.

"I know they're your Aunt and Uncle...which side."

"Uncle Marty is my dad's younger brother. I stayed with them when I first moved out here to California. They won't be able to come out for the wedding, and they want to meet you. Don't worry...they'll love you. And I know you'll get along great with them."

"I'm not worried babe. I know I'm going to be meeting a lot of people in your life this week. I'm actually looking forward to it. I'll adjust to the time eventually. I actually slept great for what little sleep I got."

"Really?" she asked, not believing me.

"Yeah. I always sleep great when I have a beautiful woman in my arms, especially after we've just made love...or fucked, depending on how she wanted it. But I'm afraid to say that it doesn't happen all that often," I said with a grin as I put my arm around her.

Ann nuzzled up beside me, bringing her lower legs up onto the seat and curling them beneath her luscious bottom. "You know, I always sleep well when I'm being held by a handsome stud. And it's so much better if I've got his fresh cum dripping from somewhere," she said with a girlish giggle.

"Really? Does that happen often for you?"

"Not really...but I have a feeling that's about to change for both of us," she said with a wink.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Ann and I rocked back and forth silently as we held each other close on the glider. The sun crept towards the sky, starting the beginning of what was going to be a spectacular sunrise, which was about to explode over the mountains to the east. It looked to be a beautiful, blue skied day in store for us. And as we stared at the wonderful array of bushes and flowers, and other vegetation that Sonya and her roommate had in their back yard, I knew it was going to be another sexually charged day as well. 

Ann's left hand had made its way to my crotch, and her fingers started playing with me. First she fondled my balls, holding and caressing them, causing them to stir. Then she moved to my shaft, searching for results from what she was doing. My thoughts raced, recalling her confession about her love of toying and masturbating a cock. She had me rock hard in seemingly seconds, and she took great pleasure in changing the pace and the touch as she teased me for the next twenty minutes or so.

When she squeezed my cock hard, making a huge flow of pre-cum ooze out, she cooed into my ear and started spreading it all over the head, making it slick, and making my cock twitch.

"Mmmm, this is nice," she said looking at me. "Sometimes I still can't believe I'm going to get to play with this anytime I want for the rest of my life."

"Now there's a happy thought," I said as I turned Ann's head, giving her a long wet kiss.

"Why don't we head back to bed, babe," she said seductively.

I reached around and stuck my hands under her arms, lifting her up off the cushion and whipping her around in one quick motion, until she was sideways, sitting across my lap. Ann let out a squeal, and said, "Fuck...you're strong! You just...manhandled me!"

"That's what happens when you handle my manhood...I get that testosterone backing up, and it makes me strong, and horny."

"So...take me inside, baby!" Ann pleaded.

"I don't think so," I said as I lifted her again and twisted her body to face me. Ann spread her legs to straddle me, knowing what was about to happen.

"You want me right here, love?" she said, biting her lip. It was like somehow, she knew that word had suddenly connected between us, and she knew it would make me harder.

"This is where you got me hard. This is where I'm going to take you," I said, almost as if it was a command.

As Ann sank her tight pussy over my granite-like shaft, she let out a loud moan. "So, is that the new rule? Wherever I get you hard, I have to fuck you right there?" she excitedly said as she started riding me.

I untied the sash of her little robe and opened it up. Watching her wonderful, perky tits bounce as she rode my shaft, I answered, "That's up to you, babe...but it might be incredibly dangerous, since you seem to get me hard all the time." 

"Yes, but I really like the idea of it. If we don't make it a rule, maybe we'll just have to make it a game every once in a while. I kind of like the danger of it...like, doing in a parking garage, or in a field in the middle of town." 

"Or maybe in a friend's back yard, early on a Saturday morning?" I said, thrusting harder and deeper into Ann's sweet pussy.

"Oh God yes!" she said, louder than I expected. There was a little echo off the fence, and that made Ann shiver with excitement. I added to that by taking her robe and lowering it off her shoulders until it fell off her arms, and I put it next to us on the seat. Now naked with me, Ann leaned in and kissed me, her lust fueled by her sudden exposure. Even though we were secluded, the thought of once again fucking outside thrilled her. It thrilled the both of us.

We settled in to a nice little rhythm. Ann was holding on to my shoulders, and she held her strong thighs steady to keep her ass in place. Her lower legs were moving with the chair, making her look like a jockey on a racehorse. And I was her thoroughbred, rocking back and forth in the chair, using the natural glide it created to slide back and forth inside her dripping cunt.

"Wow...this is like a thrill ride at an amusement park," she said as she laughed a little. 

I cupped her breasts, mashing them together to create a little cleavage. "I know I'm thrilled," I said as I moved my legs harder, ramming my shaft deeper into her pussy. "I love your tits, Ann. They are so perfect."

She smiled, and for once didn't argue about them being too small. The way I had abused them the night before seemed to bring her a lot of pleasure because she was in a mood to have them, well...manhandled. And I'd shown over and over just how much I loved playing with them. Maybe she was getting used to the idea that they WERE perfect. As I rubbed her nipples with my thumbs, Ann threw her long brown mane back with her head and closed her eyes. A peaceful, dreamy smile appeared on her face, and with it came the sunlight; the sky bursting with color as the dawning sun announced morning.

And as the rays began to illuminate the tiny playground we were in, the surroundings seemed to come to life. The landscaping that had been shrouded in the shadows of darkness burst forward, appearing to come closer into view. It was like there was a zoom lens, and everything seemed to become larger, and more vibrant. The various flowers and decorative vegetation seemed to suddenly explode; a black and white picture turning to brilliant color in front of my eyes. 

Against the fence, straight in front of us, was a little waterfall...the re-circulating kind that has a little retaining pond at the bottom. It was designed to look like flat stones, with three distinctive ledges that let the water drop to the next level. There was no hint of plastic, or anything that made it look unnatural. It actually looked liked it belonged there.

Needing to share the moment, I stopped. Ann protested for just a moment, but when she turned around so that her back was to me, she sighed. As my cock slipped back inside her, Ann leaned back into me, and I took her in my arms, wrapping them under her breasts as I held her tight. "It's so beautiful back here, lover," she said softly.

"It's as beautiful as you are, Ann," I said, pointing toward the waterfall, surrounded by what seemed to be thousands of blooming flowers and alluring foliage. "Does that remind you of anything...or any place?"

Ann thought for a moment as I fucked her. "OH! The waterfall at the Botanical Garden...where we...oh FUCK!"

It wasn't anywhere near as exotic as the display at the Botanical Garden we'd visited together back in Indiana. But the waterfall being set in such a beautiful display of foliage was similar enough to remind Ann that she'd had stood completely naked in front of that romantic public setting, even going so far as to squat down and spread herself for me and the camera. I had gotten completely naked there too. And what we were doing now was like the natural progression of what would have happened had we been able allowed to when we were there. 

That thought must have hit Ann just as it hit me. I started moving my legs faster, making the glider rock back and forth with more force...jamming my shaft into Ann. She placed her hands over mine, which were now holding her tits. She forced my fingers towards her nipples, helping me pinch them. 

"I'm going to cum, Neil," she said as she began panting in time with our bodies meeting each other. 

"Don't hold back...let go like that waterfall. Cum for me, lover!" I said in her ear. My heart filled with warmth just by hearing myself call her lover. It felt so natural, just like the setting where we were sharing ourselves.

"Oh...God...please!" Ann said quietly, trying to keep from screaming out as the first waves of pleasure ran through her. She began shaking, and she was making all kinds of squeaks and growls...all in the hopes of keeping from shouting to the world how she was really feeling. And that seemed to make her climax more powerful. She bathed my cock in her sweet fluid, making my cock and balls slick as I pumped inside her. 

It was a wonderful way for us to start our day. Or to continue it, as it were. Yet, as much as I loved fucking Ann where we were, I wanted to be more comfortable. The thought of taking her back to bed now appealed to me, and I grabbed her legs under her knees and rocked myself onto my feet. Ann let out a little giggle as I carried her around toward the sliding glass window, her robe in my one hand as I held her legs wide with her pussy still skewered to my shaft.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 34



She caught our reflection in the window the same time that I did; our hard, naked bodies caught in an erotic sexual position of love filled carnal lust. Ann's thighs were exhibiting their sexy shape as I held them wider, pulling her open like a wishbone; her tight stomach showing off its perfect muscle tone. Her toes pointing toward the dark wood of the deck floor, her years of gymnastics evident in the perfect form she presented. Her pert breasts upturned, the hard nipples perched upon them pointing slightly upward, and heaving with each breath she drew inside her lungs. She was a wild tropical goddess, being served by the hard cock that was lewdly splaying her bronze pussy wide open from being stretched to its limit.

My arms were bulging as I held my lover in that wonderfully wicked position; as if I was showing the world that I was taking her...claiming her as mine in the most primitive way possible. My legs were revealing their definition; the muscles of my things and calves appearing more chiseled than I could ever remember. From the angle that Ann was in, half of my thick cock was showing, while the rest of the shaft remained sheathed inside her pussy, her labia gripping at the shaft. The thick veins appeared more pronounced than normal. My large balls sagged below the base, looming ominously as they waited to send their seed to wherever the goddess demanded. And behind us in the reflection, the backdrop of plant life seemed more like a tropical jungle, calling to us like we were a part of it. 

"We look like Jane and Tarzan," Ann said breathlessly as she stared at the vision staring back at us in the glass. "God...I wish there was someone here to take a picture of us like this." It was a great thought. The image was striking, and I could feel my cock begin to throb harder. Ann giggled as I let out a loud Tarzan yell, not thinking about the time of day or where we were; it was better than I expected it to be, and she quickly opened the door so we could head back to the bedroom.

I walked us in to Sonya's room, lowering Ann to that mattress. She got on her hands and knees like she was coming in for a landing, my shaft still lodged deep into her pussy. I grabbed her hips, and started pounding hard and fast, making up for the slower, steady action we'd enjoyed on the back deck. 

It didn't take long for Ann to cum again. Worked up from her first orgasm and the reflection we saw in the patio door, she was close another orgasm as soon as we had walked into the bedroom. Now, without the fear of waking up the neighbors early on a Saturday morning, Ann didn't hold back.

"OH...OH...OOHHHHHHHH! I'M CUMMING!"

Ann's screams were followed by some intense guttural muttering; all of it incoherent except for the occasional curse word she liked to let fly while we fucked. I slowed my pumping, wanting Ann to calm down a little. With sunlight filling the room, I looked at her hard tanned body writhing beneath me. My hands moved from her hips to her shapely ass, rubbing her cheeks as I made slow, deliberate strokes. Ann finally looked over her shoulders, giving me a wary smile.

"Are you thinking what I think you're thinking?" she asked playfully.

"What do you think I'm thinking?"

"You know what I think you're thinking...and I told you last night, it's yours. If you want it, just say so."

I was still struggling with it, thinking Ann might have some reservations. But the way she was talking; the inflection in her voice, combined with the look on her angelic face made me realize she'd been serious. 

"I want to fuck your ass again, lover," I said, placing my hand on Ann's lower back, rubbing it gently in hopes of helping her relax. 

But Ann didn't seem to need any preparation to get her ready. She lowered her upper body, first to her elbows, and then she placed her neck and chest on the soft mattress. Reaching behind her, Ann grabbed her ass cheeks while I was still buried in her wonderful pussy, spreading them; enticing me with her tight, pinkish hole.

I was certainly lubed enough. Ann's latest orgasm had seen to that. I pressed the slickened head in her crack, slowly forcing it past the opening. Stretching it wide, Ann grunted for a moment, before offering a smile as she bit her lip. 

"Don't stop, Neil. Go slow, but give it to me all at once, baby," she said quietly. 

So, I kept pressing forward. When I was about a third of the way inside, Ann's walls totally relaxed, and a second later the force with which I'd been pushing had my balls touching the wetness of her pussy. It seemed easier than I'd expected it to be, but I was still wary of going too fast too soon. Ann wasn't having any of that.

"It's okay, lover. Use my ass. Fuck me as hard as you want. I've been waiting months to do this...and after last night, I know I can handle it. Just fuck me, babe...I want to feel you cum deep in my ass."

Ann wasn't going to have to ask me a second time. I started fucking her hard and deep, making long, exaggerated strokes with my hips. Ann was moaning. It was a happy, contented sound, coming from deep in her throat, making me shiver with excitement. When she felt my body quake, Ann actually giggled.

"Do you like fucking my ass?" she asked.

My answer to her rhetorical question was to ram her harder, and grunt. I suddenly felt like Tarzan, primal and untamed. Ann was my possession, at least, her ass was...that's how she'd put, and that was the way I was thinking about it at the moment. And in my mind, I was marking her as mine. I said nothing, letting my grunting speak for me. That and the savage way I was reaming her. 

Yet the more I became uncontrolled in my wild fucking, the bigger the smile grew on Ann's radiant face. Her head was turned, lying on the mattress as she stared back at me. Her eyes were open and glazed over, giving her a distant appearance. But her smile and the moaning that was coming from her chest told a different story. Ann continued to pull her ass cheeks wide for me. It was her way of showing that she wanted me to do what I was doing, offering herself to me. And I loved what I was doing, but I was tired of standing. I was tired, period. 

I pulled out, and Ann groaned. "Why did you stop?" she asked.

I climbed up on the bed and pushed Ann tenderly onto the mattress on her left side. Moving up behind her, I slipped my cock back inside her gaping asshole, and resumed taking it, making it mine.

Ann screamed as I reached around and grabbed her tit, squeezing it in my hand. "Yes baby, fuck me. Cum for me...cum in my ass!" she pleaded again.

Just being in a different position seemed to spur me on, and it brought me to the edge of my much needed orgasm. The strokes were becoming shorter and shorter, leaving my cock wedged inside as I pumped frantically. Ann was urging me on, wanting to feel me unload inside her tight ass.

"I'M CUMMING LOVER!" I screamed out, arching my back to hold my pulsing shaft in place while it exploded, my balls retracting in a violent reaction as they released the sperm they held inside. 

"FUCK! Your cum is so hot!" Ann said as she felt me coating her back door with a huge load. 

"OH...DAMN!" I yelled out, my legs shaking a little as I felt my shaft being squeezed by the walls of her rectum. Ann was doing that deliberately, and the feeling was incredible. 

I was exhausted, too tired to pull my still hard prick out. My chest was pressing into Ann's back, rising and falling quickly as I tried to catch my breath. I started to try to move, but Ann reached behind us and grabbed my ass, holding me in place.

"Don't hurry, sweetie. Let's just stay like this for a little while, okay." All I could do was nod, and Ann let out a little chuckle. I started to say something, but she said, "Ssshhh. Just rest...we don't have to be at Uncle Marty's until this afternoon."

~*~*~*~*~*~

I woke up to an empty bed, and the sound of the shower running. It seemed to take forever for my bleary eyes to finally be able to read the clock I never noticed before on the nightstand next to me. It was just before 11:00, and I'd slept over 3 hours by my guess. 

"I hope this means I'm finally on California time now," I said as I lifted my body up off the mattress and swung my feet over the side. Resting my soles on the beautiful hardwood floor, I took a deep breath and thought about Ann. I could hear the shower running, and I pictured her in there, the soapy water running down her naked body. My cock twitched a little, but I resisted the urge to leap up and rush in. We were going to be together for a week before we'd get home. As much as I wanted to make love to her again, or fuck her, I knew I had to pace myself. I remembered my Dad cautioning me, telling not to 'tear it up' too soon. I smiled when I thought about my relationship with him, and how it had grown since Ann came into my life. I couldn't imagine him saying something like that before I was with her.

As I thought of my Dad...it was only natural to think of my Mom too. When I would think of my parents, I would often think of the last moment I was with them...since it was the freshest in my mind. That was why I was reminded so easily of Dad, kidding me as we said goodbye at the airport, teasing me not to tear up Ann because we'd be together all week. When I thought of my Mom, I remembered her in the driveway, kissing me goodbye and telling me to be careful. And I remembered telling her...

"Shit!" I exclaimed out loud. Looking at the clock to see the time again, my heart sank. Glancing to the left, I sighed as I realized what I needed to do. I wasn't upset as much as I was pissed at myself.

"Hello?" My Mom's all too familiar voice sounded peaceful on the other end of the line.

"Hi, Mom," I said, listening for any angst or anger in her voice.

"Neil!"

"Sorry, Mom...I know I told you I'd call last night when I got here. I'm..."

"It's okay, Neil. I knew you'd call when you got a chance."

"But you must have been worried. I'm really sorry."

"Neil, I knew you'd check in eventually. It's not like I'm not used to going days without hearing from someone I love when they travel. Think of all the times we were at home while your father was on the road. It's not like he called us every night."

"I know. But this was a little different."

"It was for you...not for me. Like I said, I'm used to it. But I appreciate that you were concerned about me. And besides, Jean called early this morning to say you made it okay."

"Jean? How did she know? Ann didn't call her."

"I guess Ann asked her friend to call so we'd know...the one that picked you up at the airport. Ann must have known you'd be too...busy...to call. Did you have a good flight?"

"Uh...yeah. Sonya called Jean?" I said, shaking my head as I glossed over Mom's comment, and her question. It was amazing that Ann would think to have Sonya do that...and I felt my heart jump a little, to know she thought so much of my parents that she didn't want them to worry.

"Yeah. I understand you stayed at her place last night. Did you get any sleep?" she said with a little laugh.

"I slept some. This time change is really kicking my butt. I just woke up a little bit ago."

"Well, you'll get used to it. And I'm sure you didn't go right to sleep anyway," she said, laughing again.

"What do you mean?" I asked, not thinking about the way she was talking, or laughing.

Mom sighed and said, "Come on, Neil. I'm not THAT naïve. I know how I was when you're father was gone on those long trips. I couldn't wait to get my hands on him."

"Mom!"

"What? It's not like I don't know you two love each other, or that you love to fuck."

"MOM!" I said, not believing she just said that. 

She laughed again, and said, "I'm sorry to be so blunt, honey. But face it, Ann didn't exactly hold back when she was around us when it came to talking about sex...now did she? So, there's no point in pretending now. I think we just need to be honest about it. The fact is...you two have been apart for months. And if you're anything like your father, I'm guessing Ann is walking a little bowlegged right now."

"Geez, mom...will you stop!"

"Ha...I'm sorry, honey. I am surprised she's let you out of her sight long enough to call me, though."

"She's in the shower."

"And you're not in there with her? I always loved doing it in the shower."

"Good God, Mom...what's gotten in to you?"

She laughed and said, "You're not the only one on vacation, Neil. We've got the house to ourselves...for the first time in a long time. Let's just say I didn't get a lot of sleep last night either. And if you must know, I'm still in bed."

I laughed and said, "No...I DIDN'T need to know that. I suppose Dad's there with you listening to all of this."

"No...you can relax. He stepped out for a little bit. He went to get me some something to eat. So...tell me, what was it like seeing Ann at the airport?"

"It was pretty special. It's hard to believe we were apart for so long, really."

"I know what you mean. The longest your father was every away was right after we were first married. He was in the service, stationed in Germany. We were apart for almost a year. When he came back, it was like we had to get to know each other all over again. It was amazing...the things I forgot. I'm sure you had a moment or two last night where Ann seemed totally different. In a lot of ways, that was really actually exciting."

I thought about how Ann had deep throated me so effortlessly, and how she'd willingly let me take her virgin ass. Yes, she did seem different in a lot of ways. In fact, as Mom mentioned, I had an image hit my mind...one of Ann and me on the deck. There was something out of sorts, and I had this strange feeling come over me. One I couldn't place. I put it in the back of my mind for a moment and said, "It was nice to feel her in my arms again...I won't lie about that. And it was exciting."

"I'm sure it was. When you father came back to the states, it was like we were newlyweds again. And truthfully, I made a promise to myself to treat every time he came home from a trip like it was when he was gone in Europe. He's always called it reunion sex. But I always thought of it as 'keeping my man in line' sex.

"What in the world does that mean?"

"Well, he would be gone three or four days on the road, in other towns or cities, alone in some hotel room at night. He's a man...and I'm sure he had a wandering eye from time to time. I just made sure he knew he had something to look forward to when he came home."

"Mom...Dad would never cheat on you."

"I know...but it certainly didn't hurt to make sure he didn't have a reason too. And it wasn't like I wasn't looking forward to it too. It was fun coming up with ways to be creative...especially with you and your brother around." 

Mom and I talked for another couple of minutes, but then I heard a noise in the background on the phone. "You're father's home," she said excitedly. 

"Are you okay," I asked.

"Yes, sweetie. But I have to go," she said, sounding hurried. 

"Okay."

"You be careful this week, okay. And have fun getting to know Ann again. I'm sure you'll be making little discoveries all week long." 

"Okay Mom...tell Dad I said hi, and enjoy your dinner."

"Dinner?"

"Yeah, you said he was getting you something to eat."

"Oh...well, I didn't mean dinner," she said laughing again.

"Well it's too late for lunch for you. What did he get you, a snack?"

"You could say that. We ran out of Redi-Whip. I have to go, honey. Bye," she said with a laugh, which was followed by a click. I hung up the phone, laughing as I shook my head again. 

Mom had mentioned to me about getting to know Ann again, but it sounded like she was taking the opportunity of me being out of the house for a week to do the same with Dad. And frankly, who could blame either of them. It had to be nice for the two of them have the house to themselves again. That they were wasting little time in taking advantage of it really shouldn't have surprised me. 

What did was my Mom's grasp of what it was like to be apart from someone you love. I had never looked at those absences from Dad, and how they impacted her when I was younger. I only knew I missed him through my eyes...as a son, wanting to spend more time with his Dad. But now that I knew just how sexually active my parents were all along, it gave me a new perspective on their relationship. The idea of rediscovering each other after those absences, even if they were just a few days, made me smile.

And that thought brought me full circle, back to Ann and me on the deck again. My brain was locked on the erotic image of the two of us reflected in the patio door window. There was something different about Ann that I couldn't place. The scene was ingrained in my head like a photograph, and I studied it over and over. I scanned it in my brain, from the gentle brown curls flowing down her head, to the manicured, painted nails of her pointed toes. I smiled when I thought of her beautiful bronzed skin, and the way her pussy gave off a kind of golden glow as my thick shaft pierced it.

"Wait a minute," I said as the proverbial light bulb appeared over my head and turned itself on. Springing up off the bed, I practically sprinted towards the bathroom. 

But as I got there, I froze. The door was closed, and I was reluctant to just burst inside, even though I wanted to. Even though Ann and I were engaged, we had never talked about personal barriers and common courtesies. Being who I was, and being raised in a certain way, a closed door meant the need for privacy. And I wasn't going to cross that line. Wondering if I should wait or go away, I stood silent. But my curiosity wasn't going to go away either. So finally, I knocked.

"Come in, baby!"



Ann: A Love Story Ch. 35



I stood at the doorway of the bathroom, the image of a naked Ann in my mind. But that image, the one that I'd held precious in my mind those many months we'd been separated, had suddenly been altered. Something was different, and while I hadn't realized it at first, I had just had a sudden flash that hit me hard. Hard enough that my head actually hurt from the rush of blood that was now coursing through my body at what seemed like light speed. 

I had knocked at the door, but stood frozen even after Ann had called for me to come inside and join her. Instead, I stared ahead at the beautiful wood of the paneled door, and there was no doubt in my mind that it was handmade. It was more than just a door to a bathroom. It was one of those doors you'd find in an old house, where character was found over every square inch. I glanced at the frame, and was amazed by the intricate carvings that were etched into the molding. The entire door was made with painstaking, detailed craftsmanship. 

I had walked through the entire house with Ann when we first got there, past all of the doors, walking through most of the doorways. Yet while I saw the beauty of the house, the intimate details of the woodwork had escaped me. I had been so focused on just being there, I didn't think to look deeper. 

Ann called out a second time from the shower, yelling, "Neil, you can come in!" 

Opening the door slowly, I walked in and closed it behind me. The mist hanging in the humid room made me smile. Ann appeared to love a hot shower, just like I did. And it added to the ambiance of the setting. It seemed to make Ann all the more mysterious and sexy as she rinsed her long hair in the spray from the showerhead. 

"Care to join me lover," she said seductively, never turning to look, but knowing that I was staring at her sexy profile through the glass. I opened the door and walked in, taking a seat on the little perch in the corner that we'd used to fuck the night before. I sat silently, watching Ann finish her shower routine, intently staring at the voluptuous naked babe in front of me; examining every inch of her. I admired the intimate details that I'd originally overlooked, just like I had with the woodwork of the door to the bathroom moments before.

"What are you smiling about, baby? You seem a little..."

"Surprised," I said, finishing her sentence.

"Yeah. You do...what about?" I looked up at Ann, my eyes engaging hers. The corners of her mouth turned upward, a soft, innocent grin appearing on her perfect face. She wrinkled her nose and said, "What are you thinking about?"

"I'm thinking I can't believe I didn't notice before that your tan lines are gone. Totally! What the fuck happened to them?"

Ann's distinctive laugh filled the shower. "I was wondering when you were going to notice."

"Well, in my defense, I was a little preoccupied making you cum twenty times in the last 12 hours. You'll have to forgive me for not noticing sooner," I said with a laugh. In truth, I had been so thrilled just to be with Ann, that I kept the image I'd been carrying with me for months in my brain, not thinking that she would change that drastically.

Ann didn't seem to mind that I hadn't noticed. In fact, she found it kind of humorous. And yet, my comment to her about making her cum so many times was what was on her mind. "Oh, I forgive you baby...and I am soooo going to thank you, too. You've really outdone yourself. The sex has been even better than I remembered. I can't believe how much I missed you."

The look of determination on her face made me wonder just how she intended to 'thank' me. But I was taken aback by her statement. "I've outdone myself? YOU'RE the one that's been practicing deep throating and jeez...to let me..." I was starting to get emotional.

Ann walked out of the spray and leaned down, kneeling in front of me. "Are you okay?"

"I just can't believe all of the things you've done for me, Ann," I said, sighing a little. I don't know why, but it hit me like a wall all of a sudden. All of the emotions of the previous three months came crashing down over me. 

"Baby...what's going on? Are you upset?"

I took a deep breath to gather my composure; my eyes still locked on Ann's. "No. I'm just overwhelmed by you. You amaze me Ann...and sometimes, I guess I think I don't deserve a woman like you."

"Sure you do. You always have. Besides I could say the same thing about you. I've spent the last 10 years thinking that all guys are selfish assholes, and then you walk into my life and change everything I think about being in a relationship, and what I want out of my life...and you do it in a week. For the life of me, I don't know what I've done to deserve YOU."

"Yeah...okay. But you...you let me be with Tina. And then the whole weekend out east...I'm supposed to be trying to get a job, and instead it's a whole fantasy weekend."

"But you DID get the job. And yes, it was a fantasy. But don't think for a minute that just because I wasn't there, I wasn't getting off on it too. God, if you only knew what I was doing here with my dildo...and where. I had a few secret missions of my own."

"What?" I asked.

"I'll tell you about that later. You just need to know that it wasn't a fantasy for you and Tina...that was our fantasy...you and me. It was for the both of us. I just let Tina be a part of it. And as for Tina...well, we've talked about her a lot. I did that for you because I needed to...for me."

"Well, okay. But you go from being jealous of me fucking Tina's ass, to literally giving me yours, when I told you all along it didn't matter. The fact that you did that just because of me...I don't get it."

"It wasn't just for you, Neil. It turns out, Tina was right."

"Right? About what?"

"That anal sex can be just as intense as getting your pussy royally fucked...as long as you're with a guy that you trust."

"What are you saying?" I asked.

Ann took a deep breath and said, "After I got all stupid and got jealous, I called Tina to apologize. Of course, she didn't know why, but I confessed and told her how I'd treated you. We had a long talk...a couple, actually. And in the end, she convinced me that I wasn't being fair to you, or to myself, if I didn't at least try it. Then she suggested I find a way to practice to see if it was something that I might like. That way, I wouldn't disappoint you. And she was right...you were amazing; I actually came a little from you fucking my ass this morning, and I know that's only going to get better. So, I have her to thank, because I don't think I ever would have done it if she hadn't talked me out of my fear."

I was bewildered about what she'd just told me. As I processed it, Ann reached out and fondled my balls. My prick was soft, and after all the sex we'd had since I'd landed, I wasn't sure I could go again. But Ann had a different thought on her mind. 

"Why don't you let me sit there, and you can take a shower. I want to watch you shave," she said, her voice kind of trembling as the words left her mouth. She was visibly excited, her nipples hardening in front of my eyes, and I couldn't help but think this was another little fantasy she'd dreamed about.

Switching places, I stood under the raining showerhead, letting the water run over my head and body. I had my back to her, deliberately, as I grabbed a bar of soap and began washing myself. I usually took fairly quick showers, but this time, I lingered, making sure I gave Ann a little show. I wasn't sure if it would have an effect, like watching her would do for me. But I thought she deserved it. And I kind of got turned on thinking about her staring at my ass and legs, or my broad shoulders and upper back. When I turned around, I was half-hard as I grabbed the shampoo and washed my hair. When I'd finished, I walked over in front of Ann, my cock bobbing in front of her face, and I reached for the body wash and a razor. Ann licked her lips, and started to reach for it, but I cautioned her.

"Sorry babe. You wanted to watch me shave, and I have to do that when I'm a little hard," I said as I turned and got back under the hot spray. I let the water hit my back as I lathered up my stomach and crotch. Once I'd gotten myself ready, I took the pink disposable razor and started with my lower abdomen, taking slow, deliberated swipes across my skin where my pubic hair would normally be. Removing the stubble, I moved to my shaft, specifically the lower part, and very carefully stroked the blades there as well. 

I finished by shaving my balls, which sounds scary and dangerous, but actually is pretty easy once you get the hang of it. I worked like a surgeon, making quick, deft movements with my hand and wrist to make my skin silky smooth. Putting the razor away, I stepped back under the shower and rinsed myself off. 

I turned off the shower, and walked toward Ann; my cock now a full blown raging hard on. Her eyes were wide before I'd finished. Now that I was done, they were unblinking, transfixed on my freshly shaven shaft and balls. I held out my hand to help her up, but she didn't see it at first.

"Come on, babe. Let's get dried off."

Her eyes blinked, and she looked up at me. "Don't you want me to take care of this?" she said, confused.

"Yes. But not right now, and not here."

"Why not?"

"Because, babe. I want to savor you. And frankly, I love the look in your eyes right now. I think we both could use a little time to recharge. And the thought of you being sexually on edge really appeals to me. But don't worry...I'm going to be the same way." 

"Are you teasing me?" she asked with a smile.

"I'm teasing us. Come on, let me dry you off."

Ann and I dried each other off, which only turned us on even more. I was amazed neither of us caved and just started going at each other again in the bathroom. She took a lot of time drying my groin, feeling how smooth it was. It took all of my willpower to pull away. But I left her so she could do her makeup while I went to get dressed. Not that she needed makeup. Ann was one of those rare women that had the ability to look fabulous without any. Wearing it just made her look totally hot in a different way. She whimpered a little when I left, pretending to be hurt that she couldn't play with my cock. 

I was the one that was hurting. It took what seemed like it took forever for my dick to soften up enough so that I could get a pair of Levi's on over it. I topped that off with a white golf shirt and a pair of white Nikes, hoping that I wasn't too underdressed for Ann's relatives.

Ann walked out looking much like Sonya had the night before. She was wearing an incredibly tight pair of stonewashed jeans that looked like they had been spray painted on. Above that, she wore a bright white top that had two thin strings going over her shoulders to hold it up. It was skin tight as well, and without a bra, I not only could see her erect nipples, I could see the brown circles of her dark areolas through the material. Her white heels were in her hand as she walked barefoot toward me in the living room, her suitcase in her other hand. 

"Ready to go?" she asked.

"Maybe...what time did you say Sonya was coming back?" I asked, winking at her. 

Ann walked briskly past me and said, "You're the one who wanted to recharge, babe. Now we'll both have to suffer for a while." She giggled, knowing I was staring at her tight ass as she headed toward the door.

~*~*~*~*~*~

"You know, this is really a nice little car," I said to Ann as we drove down the highway in her little Honda Civic. It was a blue hatchback, and it was no frills. It didn't even have Air Conditioning. Ann had said she didn't have a lot of money when she'd bought it, so she had to be frugal with the optional features. She'd traded off the AC for something she thought was more important; the one extra splurge she wanted when she'd bought the car, which was a cassette player. The stereo was definitely kick ass. It was small car, but it seemed to be very well built, and for a 4 cylinder, the damn thing flew."

"I think you're being kind. It's certainly nothing like yours," she said.

"Ours."

"What?"

"The Nissan, Ann. It's ours."

Ann took her eyes off the road for a second, glancing at her hand gripping the steering wheel. She moved her fingers, staring at the ring; a visible chill running down her spine. Shaking her head, she said, "I'm getting married." Then she turned to me, and said, "We're getting married!"

"Yes...we are, babe. And what's mine is yours."

"So what's mine is yours?" Ann said with a laugh.

"Of course," I said, wondering what she was getting at.

"Man, did I ever get the better part of that deal," she said with a laugh.

"How do you figure that?"

"You got a better car. I've sold most of my furniture, which wasn't much to start with. And you went out and got a great job for us to start our life together. Frankly, I'm not sure what you're getting out of this," she said with a laugh.

"Well, I'm not looking at it like that. It's not about you and me. It's about us. But if you want to go down that road, what you're giving us is a house."

"What?"

"Your stock is going to get us a house, remember?"

"Shit, you're right. I forgot all about that."

"Right...you see. If ever there was a couple that is going into a marriage as equals, it's you and me babe. And from a selfish point of view, I got the better of the deal."

"And just how to you figure THAT?" she asked.

"I get to have the greatest sex in the world whenever I want, with the hottest piece of ass on the planet."

"I think we're even there too," Ann said, reaching over to pat my cock through my jeans.

~*~*~*~*~*~

It was a bright sunny day, filled with the bluest of blue skies, and as we made our way from Sonya's place outside Antioch, towards Ann's relatives near Modesto, we talked...a lot. 

We were going to visit Ann's Aunt and Uncle...Marlin's brother Marty, and his wife Helen. Their kids would be there...Ann's cousins; Sean, who was single, and Valerie. Valerie was married to Dale, and they had a little baby girl less than a year before. Ann was excited about me meeting all of them, with the notable exception of Dale. She didn't go into details, I think because she didn't want to offer an obviously biased opinion. And she didn't want anything to damper my enthusiasm, which was pretty high. Ann was excited about showing me off, and I wasn't going to disappoint her.

"Are we spending the night?" I asked.

"Hell no. I can't fuck you there," she said, being more candid than I expected.

"What about Chad and Dana's girls," I asked, thinking about how we'd be in her house, with two young, impressionable children. 

"They'll be asleep by the time we get there. And it will give me a chance to practice being quiet for when we have kids some day," she said with a giggle.

"So, we're having kids," I said with an arched eyebrow.

"Didn't we talk about this before," Ann said, again with her little laugh.

"Yeah. I'm just messing with you. I'd love to have kids. So...when and how many?"

"Wow. Well, I'm thinking I want you to myself for a while...at least a couple of years. And I really don't want more than two children. At least, that's what I'm thinking right now. How about you?"

"You know, I kind of like that plan, actually. And I'm sure we'll both know when the time is right."

I watched Ann looking at her hand from time to time. The smile on her face told me everything I needed to know. I was sure she was mulling over our discussion to that point. We'd covered a wide variety of things, mostly about her family. But I wanted to get us back to the sexually charged state we were in when we'd left Sonya's. And I knew where I wanted to start.

"You know, you never did answer my question."

"What question is that, baby?"

"Where did the tan lines go?"

Ann turned to me, and actually started to turn a little red. "Oh. I thought we were past that," she said sheepishly.

"No. We're not past that, and we're not past whatever 'secret missions' you were on, either. So, spill it. Starting with the new bronze body."

"First of all, do you like it? I know you seemed to really like the tan lines. I've been a little worried about it."

"Well, I have to be honest. I did really love the tan lines. But I haven't been able to get that image of you out of my mind. And it turns me on so much just thinking about it."

"Image? What image?"

"The one of us in front of the patio door. Where you said you wished someone could take our picture." 

"Yeah...wow...that was fucking HOT!" she said reaching between her legs for a moment to rub her crotch through her jeans.

"Yes, it was! So...obviously, I love the new you too. You looked like a jungle goddess to me. And part of that was your pussy. It was tanned, and I knew it was, but I didn't get it at first...you know, why it was such a turn on. I just knew it was. It never dawned on me that that was what was different. I didn't think of it until I talked to my Mom...and I'd been dreaming about us in that spot."

"You talked to your Mom?"

"Yeah. I called her just before I came into the bathroom this morning. By the way, thanks for having Sonya call Jean. She called Mom earlier today. That was really sweet of you, babe."

Ann looked over and smiled. "Well, actually, I was just being selfish. I figured you were going to want to call home, but I wanted you all to myself last night...and I didn't want any distractions. But you're welcome."

I smiled and said, "Hell, I'm glad you were selfish. You can be that kind of selfish all you want!"

Ann laughed and said, "That's good to know. So you talked to Betsy and then?"

"And then I realized what was different. At least, I thought I did. That's why I came running toward the bathroom. I had to see if I was crazy or not. I was right about the tan...but I was wrong about...well."

"Well...what?"

"Well, the image I saw in the window made you look like you'd shaved yourself bare...everything looked tan. But I knew I felt your little strip of pubic hair last night when I ate you."

"Yeah...and?"

"And as much as I liked the tan lines, I really loved that little strip."

"I do too...that's why I didn't shave it. But I have to tell you, the more I've tanned naked, the harder it is to see. The hair color almost matches my skin now...I don't know why I kept it, since you can't see it."

"Well, at least I know I'm not totally nuts. And again, I love the total tan look...GOD, you looked so hot in that window! But please, promise me you won't shave the strip...I really love it the way it is, even if it is hard to see."

Ann looked at me, surprised I was going on so much about a thin patch of hair. I wasn't really sure myself why I loved it so much. But I did. Ann saw that I was serious, and she gave me a reassuring nod. "Okay, baby. I wasn't going to shave it anyway, but I'd be happy to keep it for you...as long as you promise to keep eating me like you did last night!"

"I promise, babe. And since I know now that I'm not insane, I can't help but wonder what's been going on to make you change. What made you want get rid of the tan lines?"

"Well, I'm not quite rid of them yet. If you look really, really close, you can still see a slight difference. But the areas that weren't tan before are catching up pretty fast."

"Ann," I said, my eyes peering at her from under my narrowed brow.

"I know, I know...I'm stalling. Okay...confession time. And no, it's not a bad confession. I love to sunbathe. I always have. And I'll tell you now, just for future reference...I get really, really horny from lying out in the sun. When I'm out there, with my body kind of exposed and open, all I think about is sex."

I smiled and said, "Okay...I've got that filed away. I'm pretty sure I can put that to good use."




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 35



"I was hoping you would," she giggled. "Anyway, when I got back from my trip to Indiana, I couldn't stop thinking about you. And the one overwhelming thing that I realized, besides the fact that I love you, is that I have another...well, fetish. Maybe fetish isn't the word. I have another thing that I find really turns me on."

"And that would be?"

"I seem to be a bit of an exhibitionist. I never knew that until I met you...well, we'd already met. You know what I mean. I'm stumbling all over myself here," she said, turning red again.

"Yeah. Are you nervous?"

"Yes...I guess I am." 

"Why? It's just me."

"I know. It's just that sometimes...I think it makes me look a little...I don't know."

"You're not a slut, Ann. We've been over that. You're just very sexual. And you shouldn't be ashamed of the things that turn you on, as long as they aren't crossing any lines that are illegal. Well, being naked in public probably is, but it isn't really hurting anybody. Not like some other things out there." 

"It's not just flashing, Neil. I loved the flashing. I get off on it now. The stuff at the Botanical Gardens, and then at the Putt-Putt. But what really turned me on was the sex. We seemed to fuck outside more than inside, and GOD that was amazing. And I realized I love being naked outside. Feeling the air and the sun on my skin. Or even at night."

I laughed and said, "We do kind of push the envelope a little, don't we?"

"Yeah...whatever that means. I never really understood that phrase. But we did seem to go farther and farther with it, and when I got home, I kind of kept thinking that way."

"So you started sunbathing nude?"

"Not at first. It started that Tuesday of my first week back. I had the morning off. Chad and Dana were working. The girls were at daycare. And I had the house to myself. They have a back yard kind of like Sonya's but bigger. But it's private. And I lay out there all the time, but it never occurred to me to do it nude...not even that day. I was out there a couple of hours, and I got really horny, and I was wishing you and your big cock were around to take care of me. And I ended up slipping my hand down into my bikini bottom and taking care of myself. And it was great, but I missed having a fat dick inside me."

"And that made you go see Missy?"

"Yeah. That same day on my way to work. I'll get back to that in a minute."

"Okay...but you didn't take the bikini off. Right?"

"Not that time. That was the next week. And I tell you, when I finally did, I never put them back on. I stayed out another hour, naked in the sun, and I fingered myself two more times. Then I got up, got dressed, and went back to see Missy."

"You went back. But I thought you bought the dildo from her that first Tuesday. You used it that night when we were on the phone together."

"You have a pretty good memory, babe," Ann said with a smile.

"That's not something I'm ever going to forget, Ann."

"Actually...me either. But yes, I went back to see Missy. But not at the sex shop; I went to her other job."

"She works two jobs? What's the other one...stripper?"

"No. But she could probably pull it off," Ann laughed. "She works a second job at a tanning salon."

"Oh," I said, slowly nodding my head.

"Yeah. I'd decided after that second time that the bikini was just getting in the way. But I was worried that I'd burn...in areas that wouldn't be fun to have sunburn. So, I went to Missy, who hooked me up. I was able to go there and tan a little bit each day in the nude. It actually worked really, really well. And because the bulbs are so close, it worked fast, so I could do it on days I didn't have a lot of time, or if it was a crappy day outside, and still make a difference. And the added bonus was that, for me anyway, it's like my internal fire got even hotter. I felt like my sexual energy was being put in a microwave. I'd get so horny so fast, I had to frig myself right there in the tanning bed."

"I'm pretty sure you're not the first woman to do that," I said with a laugh.

"No. But I might be the first one to actually bring a dildo with her to do it...although I only did that the one time. I'd gotten so used to using it when I sunbathed at the house, that I had to try it at least one time. But it was too fucking hard to move that big thing with the lid of the tanning unit down. It's much more fun in the back yard."

"Are you still going to the tanning bed?"

"No...I just did it to help get the tan even, and so I wouldn't burn. I don't like it as much as just lying outside. But I'd do it again, like in the winter, to help keep a tan. Or in the spring to kind of jump start me." 

"Maybe I can jump start you," I said, placing my hand on Ann's leg, staring at her sexy manicured feet pushing the pedals. Ann was driving barefoot, which seemed so Californian. I wasn't so sure I wasn't developing a fetish of my own. Looking at her feet, I couldn't help but recall that amazing exchange in the restaurant in Fort Wayne, and wonder if Ann was serious about masturbating me with them. 

That thought popped out of my head when she said, "Not now, babe. We're almost there. Uncle Marty and Aunt Helen are a little more conservative than our parents."

"What makes you say that? You thought YOUR parents were conservative, but I think we got them to loosen up, didn't we. Actually, I'm pretty sure our parents were loose all along...we just didn't want to believe it, and they hid it well. Hell, Mom hung up on me this morning when Dad came back from the store with more Redi-Whip. Apparently, they ran out!"

"What! Wow...we're going to have to try that!" Ann laughed. "You know you're right. And maybe you're right about Aunt Helen and Uncle Marty. Maybe I should have worn something different."

"Are you kidding? You look hot! Besides, I like the idea of having to work to get into your pants."

Ann turned to me and blinked, a sexy grin flashing quickly. "Oh, you do, do you?"

"Yeah. Are you going to play hard to get?"

"Maybe. We'll just have to see. But like I said, I am starting to think you're right. We were both who we really are when we were with our parents. Why the hell did I think I needed to act differently now?"

"Because you always have when you've been here. Just like me at home. It took you to bring that out in me, Ann. And I'd like to think I did the same for you. So...tell me about the secret missions you were on, when you were pretending to be Moneypenny." 

"That'll have to wait for later, baby. We're here," she said, pointing toward a house to the right as she began slowing down on the country road we were driving on.

~*~*~*~*~*~

I was a little stunned when we pulled into first of the two entrances of the large semi-circular driveway that arched from the road in front of the spacious ranch home, covered with multicolored dark brick. The palm trees in the island of land between the road and the house gave the front of the estate a majestic look. Of course, it was an estate in a liberal sense. It was more like an actual ranch. Maybe they even considered it one. 

Breaking straight off the left side of the curved drive in the front, there was a paved driveway that went past the house, heading toward the large barn that sat some 200 yards or so from the back of the house. The house itself faced the east, and to the west of the barn in the back, was the beginning of what had to be several hundred acres of rolling farmland. Immediately next to the barn on the right, directly behind the house, was a large equestrian track, and I could see at least three horses grazing in the grassy area in the middle of it.

"Wow. This is impressive. You didn't tell me they owned a farm."

"They don't. Not anymore, anyway."

"What's that mean?" I asked, pointing to all the fields filled with different kinds of crops.

"Uncle Marty sold most of that land a few years ago. They still own the barn, and about 20 acres directly behind the house. But they don't farm anymore. It's what Grandpa...well, his Dad, did back in Indiana, and Uncle Marty bought this farm when he moved out. But he just got tired of it."

"So, what does he do now?"

"He's a ditch tender, and Aunt Helen is a veterinarian assistant."

"What the hell is a ditch tender," I said, getting out of the car. The smell of fresh asphalt sealer rose from the pristine blacktop surface of the driveway, hanging thick in the air. It had obviously just been treated within the last week or so.

"He's in charge of making sure the irrigation ditches in the county are working for the people who DO grow crops. He wanted out of farming, but he still found himself involved somehow. He likes it though," she said as she strapped on her sexy white heels before getting ready to step out of the car."

"You're going to sink into this hot blacktop in those things, babe. The spiked heels are going to stick in it."

Ann had parked on the very edge of the driveway, so she could step out in the grass. She gave me a wink and said, "It's okay. We just have to make sure we walk on the finish line."

She took me by the hand, and we walked in the grass toward the front of the house. There, stretching across the driveway in line with a large brick patio type entrance, there was a yard wide brick path laid between the pavement, splitting it like a stripe.

"See...Uncle Marty's homage to the Indianapolis Motor Speedway. It's supposed to be like the start/finish line of the racetrack. I guess they had a lot of bricks left over when they built the house, and he used them to make the patios in front and in back, and this little pathway," she said with a grin. I shook my head and smiled as she led me across the red brick road.

The front door swung open before we even reached the steps of the little stoop.

"Anna!" the woman, who I presumed to be Helen, called out. She practically jumped out of through the storm door and hugged Ann, squeezing her tight, pulling her into her large bosom. 

"Hi Aunt Helen," Ann said as she winked at me while hugging her Aunt back.

Helen was an attractive woman, in the same age range as Jean and my mother. I knew Marty was a couple years younger than Marlin, and Helen was likely near that in her late 40's. She certainly didn't dress the conservative way I'd expected, at least based on Ann's initial description of the California version of the Franklin's. She was wearing a red and white plaid button down work shirt, which she left unbuttoned. It was over a tight white T-shirt that was stretched to the max over what had to be 38D's. 'Cowgirl' was silk screened in black script on the T-shirt, but it was stretched out of shape, elongated from having the two big melons stuffed inside the shirt. 

The tails of the work shirt were tied in a knot under those massive tits, making them look even bigger as the plaid fabric framed them. Helen was also wearing some very short cut off jeans, showing off a pair of surprisingly killer legs, her bare feet keeping her at her natural 5'5". With her stylish medium length blond hair, she didn't look anywhere near her age.

"Aunt Helen, this is Neil," Ann said, still holding Helen around the waist. 

I held out my hand, and Helen stuck hers out, surprised I was offering a handshake. Taking it, I raised it to my lips and kissed the back. "Ann, why are you teasing your cousin like this...it's obvious she's not your Aunt. I apologize Valerie...Ann likes to tease me like this sometimes."

Ann gave me a loving smile, knowing I was playing with Helen just like I had her mother. Helen turned a little red and quickly grabbed me and pulled me to her, pressing my body into her huge chest. She was freakishly strong, and she let out a high pitched cackle. "My goodness, you're just like Jean said you were. I can't believe you'd flirt with an old fart like me," she said.

"What do you mean, Valerie?" I teased, flashing a shit-eating grin when she finally let me go.

"Anna, I think you've finally found him," Helen said, turning toward her niece.

"He found me, Aunt Helen," she said, winking at me again.

"Actually, we found each other," I said as I took Ann's hand, pulling her gently to me and giving her a soft kiss.

"My, you two certainly are a striking couple. You're going to have some beautiful children together."

I laughed, and Ann looked at her Aunt. "You know, I think you're right. That's still a ways away, though," she said.

I quickly added, "Yeah. We have to do a lot of practicing first."

"Practicing?" Helen asked, a clueless expression on her face.

"Of course. The best part about making babies is practicing making them. Ann was just telling me on the way here that she thinks it's going to take three or four years of practice."

"Ha...I don't think that's exactly how I put it. But yeah...I like the sound of that," Ann said, giving me a another kiss. I kissed her back, with a little more passion than she expected. Ann giggled as I swept her into my arms, giving Helen a little show. 

"Looks like you two need to practice right now. Should I get your old room ready?" Helen said with a little laugh of her own.

"Sorry, Mrs. Franklin. I've been without her for three months, and I kind of get carried away sometimes."

"Oh sweetie, please call me Helen. And I understand. I could use a little more 'practice' myself."

Ann looked shocked at Helen's comment. "What's gotten into you today?" she asked.

"What do you mean, sweetie?" Helen said, acting innocent.

"You know what I mean. You've never acted like this. And good Lord, what's with this outfit? Who are you trying to be, Daisy Duke?" 

"You think this is too revealing? Maybe I should put on some kind of little shorts jumpsuit like you gave Jean?"

I couldn't stop laughing as Ann's mouth hit the brick patio we were standing on. "She TOLD you?"

"Sure. Why, are you embarrassed?"

"No. I'm proud of her...and of you. But I'm surprised you'd wish you were getting more...uh, practice, if you've been dressing like that."

"Yeah," I said, not believing I'd just agreed with Ann that Helen should basically be getting more sex from a gentleman I'd yet to meet, and suddenly wasn't sure I wanted to. 

I got a sheepish look on my face, and both Ann and Helen's heads snapped in my direction, like I'd interrupted a private conversation. The silence made a lump form in my throat, and I could feel a pit start to form in my stomach. But then they looked at each other, and burst out into laughter, and they ended up hugging. It was the oddest reaction, yet I was immediately relieved that I hadn't stuck my foot too far into my mouth.

Helen looked at Ann, and said, "Actually, sweetie, this is the first time I've tried this. And I don't know what the reaction will be. Marty's still at work. He'll be home in time for dinner. Why don't you two come inside? Valerie's here with the baby...she just turned nine months this week...can you believe it! And of course, Dale's here."

Helen had excitedly said that Valerie and the baby were inside the house. But her voice distinctively changed when she'd mentioned Valerie's husband. It was icy, and bordered on being mean. I was going to say something, but looked at Ann first. She opened her eyes wide and gave me a quick shake of her head; the international sign to tell me to shut up and not say what I was going to say. There had to be some kind of issue going on there, and I figured I'd find out what it was eventually. The look on Ann's face told me she was kicking herself for not going ahead warning me about it sooner. I took it in stride. Family dynamics could be complicated, especially when In Laws are concerned.

Valerie was a younger version of her mom, her long hair a little more reddish than blond, and her figure a little fuller, mostly from having a baby nine months before. She was wearing a loose, low cut top that hid her naturally huge rack...but my guess was it was close to the 38D's her Mom lugged around. Her jeans were tight, but a size or two larger than she probably used to wear. She looked stunning; her motherly glow filling the room.

"Nice to meet you Neil. Ann has told us a lot about you," Valerie said as she held her adorable baby girl, "And THIS is Christina." 

"It's wonderful to meet you too, Valerie. May I?" I said, holding out my hands. 

"By all means. She gets pretty heavy. And you can call me Val," she said as she handed me her daughter. 

I brought Christina up to my face and nuzzled up against the soft skin of her cheek. "Hello Christina. Aren't you the most precious little girl in the world? And you're beautiful, just like your mother. But I can't believe you're only nine months old."

"Really?" Val said, looking confused. She looked at Ann, who shrugged her shoulders. 

I was looking at Val, and said "Yeah...you look so fantastic, I would have expected her to be a toddler...not just nine months. You must have worked your butt off to get your figure back that fast."

Val blushed and said, "Wow, Ann. Where did you find this guy?"

"Indiana. They're hard to come by out here," Ann said with a laugh, watching me talk to the baby.

"Tell me about it," Helen said. It was one of those fake under her breath comments that were designed to make sure that we all heard.

"Mother! Stop it," Val said, sending a nasty glance towards Helen.

"Okay...okay. I'm sorry. Where is Sluggo, anyway?"

"DALE, is in the other room watching football. He worked hard this week!"

"Uh huh...well, let me introduce him to Neil."

Ann grabbed my arm and said, "I'll do that. I think the two of you need to talk before this turns out like the last time. And I mean that."

~*~*~*~*~*~

I still had Christina in my arms as Ann led me down the hallway. I could hear the sounds of a college football broadcast coming from somewhere towards the end of the hall. But Ann pulled me into some kind of little reading room and closed the door.

"Okay...sorry for not doing a better job of clueing you in on this sooner. Aunt Helen and Uncle Marty aren't big fans of Dale. He cheated on Val when they were dating."

"How long ago was that?" I asked. 

"Three years. They've been married right around two. He asked her to marry him as soon as they got back together, and for whatever reason, Val said yes. She defends him, probably because she feels she has to as his wife...but I see Aunt Helen's side."

"What's that mean?" I asked. "Dale's lazy, Neil. Val just said he worked hard this week, which means he probably worked three days, if that. Val works cleaning houses...and she puts in over 50 hours a week. Dale works for a contractor installing windows. But he only works a couple of days a week. And when he's not working, he's goofing off with his buddies, drinking beer. Which means Christina still gets put into daycare even when he's off work."

"Wow...that's a waste."

"Tell me about it. But Val puts up with it. I think she thinks she drove him to cheat on her when they were dating, so she doesn't complain. Like I said, she defends him."

I blanched at Ann's explanation of Val thinking it was her fault he cheated. I'd been there. Pushing that unwelcome reminder out of my head, I asked, "So, what's with the 'Sluggo' reference? And what did you mean by what happened 'last' time?" 

"Sluggo is what Helen calls him to Val. She thinks he's a slug. He's kind of chunky, and he moves slow, and all he does when you see him is lay around."

"That's actually pretty funny," I said with a grin.

"Yeah...I have a hard time not snickering, myself."

"Okay, what about..." 

"Oh...well, the last time I came over, I ended up leaving because Val and Aunt Helen got into a big argument about Christina." 

I looked at the cute baby I was holding, finding it hard to believe that she could be the root of any argument. "They argued because of this precious little princess?" 




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 35



Ann saw me looking at her, and said, "Val asked Aunt Helen if she could watch Christina on her day off so she wouldn't have to put her in daycare. Helen said she would, but only if it was on a day that Dale was working too. Otherwise, she wasn't going to do what he should be doing. Val thought that was unfair."

"Really? Val strikes me as being pretty sharp. Doesn't she get how stupid that is?"

"I guess not. I really don't understand it either. Val was always a stand up girl growing up. And truthfully, Dale's a big wimp. And now that they have a kid, if she would put her foot down, their marriage would be a lot better. She's working her ass off, and he's still being one of the guys. He's not taking any responsibility. I think she thinks he'll cheat on her again, so she doesn't push it. Anyway, I wasn't going to get in the middle of their argument, so I left."

"Well, maybe we just need to find another way to help her," I said as I looked at Christina, tickling her under her soft chin and making her smile.

"What...what are you thinking about doing?" Ann said, seeing the mischievous look on my face.

"I don't know, babe. I'm making this up as I go." 

~*~*~*~*~*~

Dale was shaking my hand, but he barely acknowledged me. In fact, I'm not sure he took his eyes off the screen. He was exactly as I pictured him. He was shorter than me, by a good 4 inches or so. That was if I guessed right, since he never bothered to get up to greet me. He was probably a good 75 pounds overweight, and it was obvious from his flabby soft handshake that he hadn't done an honest days work in his life. Sluggo fit, in the sense of him being slug like. But Slobbo was probably closer to the truth. It made me wonder how an attractive woman like Val would have fallen for him in the first place...not to mention take him back after he cheated on her. And that made me wonder what kind of woman would find him attractive enough to fuck him on the side.

"You have a beautiful daughter, Dale," I said, bobbing up and down with Christina in my left arm, making her laugh a little.

Dale took a swig of beer, and tore his eyes off the screen. "What...oh...yeah. Thanks." Then he went right back to watching the game. 

I stood there a minute with Ann by my side, watching the game with him. Ann just shook her head, disgusted by Dale's behavior. I smiled at her. 

"Okay then...nice to meet you there, Dale," I said as I turned to walk away. He put up his hand in a half-hearted wave, shouting at the screen over a fumble.

"See," Ann said, staring at the floor as we walked.

"Yeah. He's a gem. But he's so predictable that it's really going to make this easy. I just have to be me."

"What are you talking about?" "You just make sure Val is paying attention. Okay?"

"Uh...okay," she said, rolling her eyes as she smiled at me.

~*~*~*~*~*~

I was lying on the floor in the same room with Dale, off to the side out of the way. I'd found some of Christina's toys, and I sat her down with me. We'd been playing together for about a half-hour, with either Ann or Helen popping their heads around the corner from time to time, always followed by a quick peek from Val. I did a pretty good job of hiding the fact that I could see them out of the corner of my eye, but I couldn't help but smile whenever Ann looked my way.

I was actually having a great time. Christina was a handful, but like any baby, she just needed some attention every now and then. She still wasn't crawling that much, but she was very active, wanting to touch whatever she could and put it in her mouth. I knew from the drool that she must have been teething. But at least she wasn't cranky.

The loud sound of a motorcycle pulled up next to the back of the house, near the windows. Actually, I knew from the pitch that it was a dirt bike. It startled Christina, and she started to cry. I picked her up and looked outside. There was a young guy covered in dust taking off his helmet, his bike parked in a spot that was obviously reserved for it. Ann stuck her head around the corner and said, "Sean's home."

"I heard," I said, soothing Christina, "Come on, princess. Let's go see your Uncle."

Sean was a strapping young man, just short of my 6 feet, but built like a house of bricks. He was tan and fit...the polar opposite of the man Val married. His shaggy brown hair was matted to his head as he patted at his jeans, trying to get dirt off of them. He was ruggedly handsome, and at 22, he was three years younger than his sister was. His steely gray eyes smiled as he saw his niece in my arms.

"Hello, munchkin! Who do you have with you? You must be Neil," he said, sticking out his hand.

"Sean, nice to meet you," I said, grateful to see he had a personality, and an undeniable love for the girl I was holding.

"She's amazing, isn't she?" 

"She sure is," I said. 

He held her for a little bit, much to his sister's chagrin, because he was dirty. But she didn't stop him. I could tell from the moment that Christina was in his arms that she got more attention from Sean than she did from her own father. I tried not to react to that, but I had a hard time shaking it from my brain. Still, Sean was a kid himself, so whatever he did wasn't enough. And I'm sure it wasn't anything like what Val needed.

Sean handed Christina back to me, and went in to take a shower. Walking back into the house, Ann went back to the kitchen to help Helen and Val with dinner. And I noticed Christina needed changing. It was hard not to.

"Val, where's your diaper bag?"

"Oh...I'll take care of that," she said as she started to round the corner.

"Val!" I said kind of sharply, making her stop in her tracks.

"What!" 

"I only asked you where the bag was. It wasn't like I was announcing that you needed to do it. Now...where is it?"

"It's...over..." She didn't finish her sentence, but she pointed to a chair in the corner. I smiled and nodded, and grabbed the bag, heading into the family room. 

Setting everything on the floor near where we had played, I pulled out diaper changing pad, and went to work. Dale was still intently watching the football game, and drinking his beer. Or, he was intently drinking his beer and watching the game. It was had to tell. But I was oblivious to him, and so was Christina. I went about cleaning up her up and changing her diaper. She appeared to have a little diaper rash, and I was putting some baby powder on her bottom when I realized I had an audience. Not only were all of the women standing there watching me, there was also a rugged gentleman.

I looked up with a smile, and nodded toward him. "Hi, you must be Mr. Franklin."

"Marty. And you must be the most impressive young man that I've ever met," he said, sticking out his hand. I wiped mine off with a baby wipe, and I dried it on my jeans before shaking it.

"What makes you say that?" I said, as I put Christina's little pink shorts back on her, sitting her on her rear and handing her a toy so I could put away the stuff in the diaper bag.

"Well, Christina's been with us for nine months, and I guarantee you that you're the first man that's ever changed her diaper."

I looked over at Dale, who couldn't pretend he didn't hear it. He was turning beat red, and took another sip of beer to try and appear like he didn't know what was going on.

"Who's winning the game, Dale!" Marty shouted.

Dale was startled, and said, "Uh...uh...I think it's..."

"Stanford's winning 24-14," I said as I got up with the diaper and the diaper bag. I took the bag back and put it on the chair it was on, and then I found a trash can in the garage and put the dirty diaper in it. When I got back to the living room, they were all still standing there like they'd taken root, and they stared at me like I was some kind of alien. All except for Ann; her face was beaming, and the sparkle in her eyes told me she was not only happy, she was a little turned on. It seemed like an odd reaction, but I loved it all the same. 

Christina fussed a little, and I bent down and picked her up. Her mood changed as soon as I spoke to her.

"God...he's superman," Helen said as she watched me stick my knuckle in Cristina's mouth.

"Very funny...Val do you have a teething ring?" I asked. 

"It's in the fridge...I'll get..."

"Nah...you rest. I can handle it," I said as I took off, returning a minute later with a baby in a much better disposition.

"Son, where in world did you learn all of this?" Marty asked.

"All of what?" I asked, bouncing Christina again.

"Changing diapers, for one," Val asked, her mouth still open in either shock or awe...I wasn't sure which.

"I...used to have a niece," I said with a shrug.

"What do you mean, you USED to?" Marty asked.

"Well, divorces can be funny things, Marty. Take me for instance. I knew I'd never get the twenty-something grand back I wasted trying to cure the ex of her eating disorder. And I expected to lose the house, and a car that I loved, and pretty much half of everything else. I came to grips with those things long before she filed...I knew it was likely going to be that way. But you realize what's really precious during a divorce when you lose something you didn't expect to, and I never thought I'd lose Maddie."

"Who's Maddie?" Helen asked.

"Maddie is Madeline, and she was my niece. I lost the honor of calling her that in the divorce. Most of the time, people choose sides in a divorce. But sometimes, they don't. They can't. Who they are decides that for them. And in the case of my ex-wife, her sister had to choose her...which meant Maddie was a casualty of the war between the two of us." 

Ann came over and hugged me. "God Neil, that must have been awful. Why didn't you tell me?"

"I only think happy thoughts when I'm around you, Ann."

"Still, baby...I never knew that was a part of the divorce. That's just..." Ann couldn't find a way to finish her thought as she looked at me.

"You know, I used to wonder why a lot. Like, why did I let myself get so close to her in the first place, only to have that robbed from me," I said, smiling at Christina, who was hugging my neck. "But now I know why. It was for times like this. And hopefully, that experience will make me a better parent someday."

Marty stared at me, and then looked over at Dale, who was still immersed in the game. Looking back towards me, he said, "So, let me get this straight. You're playing with Christina, you're changing her diaper, you're taking care of her teething, and you STILL know the score of the game?"

"I don't have to watch it to know the score, Marty. I have ears. Besides, she's just getting to the point where you really can't afford to leave her alone on the floor. She's about to crawl any day."

"And you know all this because you were an Uncle?"

"Well, I babysat Maddie a few times. But I'd like to think that it's more common sense than anything else." 

Marty face turned to a scowl as he looked over at Dale, who turned his body slightly to shield himself. But I knew from his body language that he heard me. And I think he even understood, when Marty said, "There are a lot of common people in this world, Neil. But there are quite a few that don't have any common sense at all."

Val's eyes glossed over. It was like she'd had them opened to her for the first time. Helen lovingly put her arm around her daughter, and said, "You know, I think it's time for dinner."

~*~*~*~*~*~

Christina was sitting on my lap, and I was feeding her some corn niblets while I ate my shredded pot roast. Helen had made a delicious roast with thick brown gravy, and I was having an open-faced sandwich on some thick toasted bread. That along with mashed potatoes and corn, and a nice fresh garden salad. I was in heaven. So was Christina, who was enjoying the mashed potatoes and corn along with me.

"Neil, why don't you put her in her high chair and enjoy your meal?" Helen said for at least the fourth time.

"Really, Aunt Helen...I'm fine. I am enjoying my meal. Look at her!" Helen grinned from me calling her 'Aunt', her head tilted to one side as she eyed her granddaughter. 

"I can't believe I haven't given her anything like that before. She loves it," Val said, sitting across from us in bewilderment. 

It became a raucous table. Starting with the fact that Marty couldn't keep his eyes, and occasionally his hands, off of Helen. The outfit she was wearing had done the trick, and while he'd tried to control himself at first, the fact that Ann and I were being overtly sexual in our banter seemed to get the better of him. I could tell his hand would move to Helen's leg every once in a while, and on one occasion, she gave me little grin and winked at me.

Ann and I had Marty and Helen in stitches, and Sean and I seemed to hit it off really well. We had the same sense of humor, and he found himself comfortable joking with both Ann and me. I got the impression that he didn't show that side of himself often, and Marty was laughing hysterically at a couple of the things we said back and forth. The more we laughed, the more Val lit up. And the more Val seemed to come alive, the more active and happy Christina became. She was banging her little hands on the table, practically demanding more food.

"Here princess," I said as I offered her another kernel of corn. 

Everyone at the table was smiling and laughing. All except Dale, who sat silently at one of the corners of the long table, staring at his plate, playing with his food. He was distant, like he had been all day. But I knew it was for different reasons this time.

"Dale, you're not eating. Are you okay?" Helen said, her motherly tone showing she cared for him, even if she didn't like how he acted all the time.

"Huh...uh, oh...I'm fine. Just not that hungry, I guess."

"Damn, that's a first," Sean said with a laugh. "Usually we have to pray we get any food when you're at the table."

Marty sarcastically added, "That's what happens when you drink your dinner. Hops and barley will fill you up."

"Marty!" Helen snapped, just before she smacked her husband on the arm. Marty let out a yelp, which made Christina cackle. "Sorry dear," he said as he comically rubbed his arm.

"Yeah guys, lighten up. I think Dale's not feeling well," I said, getting up from the table. I walked over with his daughter in my arms, and said, "Hey man...let's go outside and get some fresh air. Maybe that will help."

He looked up at me, and I gave him a quick, nasty stare; my eyes burning holes in him. His eyes got wide, and he nodded. I smiled to everyone else at the table, and winked at Ann as I walked past her. She gave me a little wave of her fingers, along with a giggle.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Dale stood quietly, fidgeting. He was shifting back and forth on his feet, staring at the perfectly manicured lawn in the Franklin's back yard. I was sitting on the grass, watching Christina feel the plush green turf with her hands. I let the silence eat at him for a while, wanting him to be uneasy.

Finally, I looked up at him, and he tried to avert my stare. I laughed.

"What?" he said, giving away that he'd seen me.

"So, what's the deal, Dale?"

"What are you talking about. What deal?"

"The deal with you. Look, I'm going to be blunt. I've been here a couple of hours, and I can tell you that you're in deep shit, buddy. And I mean...deep! I'm not sure how you landed a babe like Val. But I can tell you that you're not far away from not only losing her, but losing your daughter as well. And from what I see, if she leaves, you're not going to get a woman as fine as she is again." I said, poking my finger into his big gut hanging over his belt. "You won the lottery with her, and you pissing away all the money being stupid."

"You don't even know me, man," he said in a huff.

"Oh...I know you. You're everywhere Dale. You're a dime a dozen. So, you asked what the deal is...I'll tell you. HERE'S the deal. You're gonna start doing your part, or you're going to start to go without."

"Without what?"

"Sex, dumbass."

"Ahhh...Val would never do that. She's horny all the time," he said, waving his hand at me.

"I never said Val. I said you."

"She'd never cheat on me," he said confidently.

"Why's that? You did." Dale turned red; stunned that I knew his past. "Anyway, she won't have to cheat. She'll just leave you. And a woman like her can get sex anytime she wants it. You? Not so much." I said with a laugh.

Dale started to say something, but I stood up, towering over him. I wasn't threatening, but I was standing firm, in his personal space. He backed up and said, "I'm not afraid of you. Besides, you don't live here...so who cares what you think."

"Oh...you don't have to worry about me," I said, nodding over toward Sean, who was acting like he was working on his dirt bike, which was about 50 yards away. But he was really just glaring at Dale as I talked. "You need to worry about him." I flashed a smile, and leaned down to pick up Christina off the grass.

Dale was nervous. As I held his daughter, I tickled her chin. "She's beautiful, Dale. You know, they say that any moron can become a father. But it takes a real man to be a dad, and a husband." I handed Christina over to him, making him hold her. "It's about time you decide which one you are. You're daughter needs cleaned up again. And I'm guessing it's close to her bedtime. Why don't you impress the hell out of everyone here and for just once, act like a man."

~*~*~*~*~*~

Ann and I were sitting at the bar in the kitchen, each drinking a cold bottle of Heineken. We were talking to Helen and Marty, and Val. They had tried to ask me what I said to Dale, but I begged off, saying that I wanted to see what happened first. 

Marty was washing some pots in the sink, and the girls were telling me stories from when Ann stayed with them when she'd first moved to California. It was fun to learn more about Ann, and her family. Marty was a lot like Marlin, cut from the same cloth. And Val and her mom were a lot alike. Both were talkative and fun loving women. I could see Christina growing up to be the same.

Ann had switched the conversation back towards her favorite subject of late, which was sex. Looking at her Aunt, and her cousin, she looked at me and said, "Now you know why I've had such a complex about my tits. Imagine coming out here, and having to move into a house with these two."

Val laughed, and I thought Marty was going to fall over into the sink from his cackling. But Helen was a little surprised. "You've never talked like that before, Anna."

"Sorry Aunt Helen. I shouldn't have said that...I'll watch my language."

"Sweetie...I don't care that you said tits. Hell, that's what they are. I just never heard you complain about yours before. We didn't flaunt them, did we?"

"They're D's Aunt Helen. They flaunt themselves. But no...you didn't do anything. I just felt self conscious about them, that's all."

"Well you shouldn't have honey. You should have talked to me about. You're like my own daughter, for goodness sake."

"No offense...but until Neil came into my life, I couldn't talk to MY mother about that kind of stuff."

"Well, you needn't have felt that way. The truth is, Val and I were a little jealous of you."

"Me! Really? For God's sake...why?"

"That killer ass of yours, for one," Val said with a laugh.

Helen looked at her daughter and smiled. "AND, you have a gift, Anna. You make people feel better about themselves just by being around you. It's your personality, and your confidence. I've wished on more than one occasion that I could be more like that."

"I just wished for an ass like yours," Val said.

I looked at Ann and said, "She's right Ann...you do have a killer ass. But I've told you over and over, I love your tits."

"I know that now, Neil. And I believe it. I'm just saying, you have to admit...they really do have nice ones." 




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 36



"You, know, I've always wanted to do this. I just never had the nerve to actually go through with it," Ann said excitedly.

"How does if feel?" I asked.

"Liberating. But I think it helps that you just fucked my brains out, or I'd probably have fallen off by now. God, this is such a turn on."

"Trust me, babe...it is for me too," I said as I watched Ann as I rode along side her.

~*~*~*~*~*~

I'd helped Ann to her feet, and she waited patiently, leaning sexily against her 'romance' tree, waiting for me to tell her what I wanted her to do for me. I took the horse blanket off the ground and shook it out, before putting it up onto Charcoal's back. I'd watched Marty saddle the big stud earlier, and I picked up the huge hunk of leather and flung it up on top the horse over the blanket. 

"Wow, you are a quick learner," Ann said as she watched me finish securing it to her horse. 

"I told you before...I'm the kind of guy that can see somebody do something, and then I can kind of mimic it. And really, that wasn't that hard," I said, shrugging my shoulders.

I walked over to Ann, and took her hand. "Where are we going?" she asked, as I pulled her away from the tree.

"Riding, Lady Godiva," I said with a smile.

Ann became flushed, and she gripped my hand tighter as I led her over to Charcoal. I held Ann's ass as she placed her foot in the stirrup and slowly lifted her leg over, giving me a long, lingering look at her pussy. It was reddened, a little puffy, and it was still slightly open from being stretched by my cock, showing me a wonderful view of pink. I couldn't stop grinning.

"See something you like?" Ann said with a giggle as she nestled in against the leather of the saddle.

I didn't answer her. Instead, I went back to the pile of clothes we'd left on the ground and quickly started getting dressed.

"You're not joining me?" she asked, her lips pouting.

I picked up her clothes and threw them up on Roxy, before untying both of the horses. Handing Ann the reigns to Charcoal, I said, "There wasn't a 'Lord Godiva' that I'm aware of. Well, there probably was, be I'm sure he was watching her with his erection safely hidden in whatever he was wearing that was in style at the time." I climbed up onto my saddle and backed Roxy up. "Let's go, babe."

~*~*~*~*~*~

"How do my tits look?" Ann asked in a rare moment of vanity.

"They're magnificent," I said watching them bounced up and down as we rode along the dirt path back towards her Aunt and Uncle's house. Ann gave me a look, and I chastised her. "NO...I'm NOT just saying that. Ann, I love your tits. They're perfect...and I'll never let you change them."

"You're sure?" she asked, teasing me. I knew her question this time was in jest. She'd admitted earlier at the house that she finally believed me when it came to my love of her tits. And that she didn't see it as an issue any more. Still, she couldn't help but play with me about it.

I laughed and said, "Yes...and you know why?"

"I'm afraid to ask," she said with a sly smile.

"Stop it...or I'm going to have to spank you," I said with a grin of my own.

"Ooh...that sounds interesting. I'm not sure I'm into that...but I'd do it, if make me."

"What do you mean, if I make you?" 

"I told you...months ago. I want to be made to do things. Like this!"

"I MADE you do this?" I said, the question mark appearing on my face. "I don't remember twisting your arm."

"No. You might have twisted my nipple though."

"You did that to yourself!" I laughed.

"Oh. Yeah, you're right. But you didn't ask me either. You just led me naked over to the horse. I'd say that's closer to making me do it than not. And that's what makes it so hot to me. Seriously...I'm so turned on right now I can't stand it. I've got all kinds of nasty thoughts going on in my head."

"Really? Care to share?"

"Not until you tell me why you'll never let me get a boob job," she said, reminding me I'd never told her my reasoning.

I let out a little laugh and said, "Sorry...I got a little sidetracked thinking about paddling you're hot little ass. Anyway, the reason I'll never let you is because 25 years from now...hell, probably 50 years from now, they're going to look just as perfect as they do today. And that thought really turns ME on."

Ann could hear in my voice, and see in my face that I was serious. And her self-assured smile told me that she believed me. But I knew I'd still get questions from her every now and then, asking me about my love of her breasts, and whether it was true. I knew she was self conscious about them...at least she had been. But my undying adoration, and frankly, infatuation with them was pretty evident, and it was making an impact. 

It was to the point that I thought Ann was asking those kinds of leading questions just so she could hear me tell her again how much I loved them. And if that made her feel good, I was more than happy to indulge her requests...because I knew I'd reap the benefits.

Ann sat up straighter, and said, "You really think they're never going to sag?"

"Not enough that anyone would notice. And I hope you're proud enough to want people to notice them. Besides, if you had ones the size of your Aunt or Val., you really would have fallen off that horse by now."

"What makes you say that?"

"The way Charcoal is making them bounce now, bigger ones would be flying up and hitting you in the face. I think they'd knock you out."

Ann started giggling as she thought of the imagery. "Maybe you're right...they would be a lot to lug around, wouldn't they?'

"Absolutely. Now it's your turn. Tell me one of the nasty thoughts you've been having while riding naked."

"Well, the last one was...I was just wondering if there was a way to attach my dildo to the saddle in some way. God it would be amazing to have that thing stuffed inside me while I rode Charcoal."

"Wow. That's a lot kinkier than I expected," I said with a little chuckle.

"Sorry. My mind just goes in that direction sometimes."

"No need to apologize. If we were going to live around her, I'd see what I could come up with."

"It's still hard for me to believe I'm moving away," Ann said, her voice a little somber.

"Are you sure you're okay with leaving California?"

"I'm okay, because I'm leaving with you, Neil. You're...MAKING me go!" she said, snapping out of her little momentary funk.

I shook my head; the inventiveness in her statement causing me to smile. 

~*~*~*~*~*~

We stopped about a half-mile from the barn. We were still out of view of the house, the barn itself blocking the line of sight from where we were on the path. Ann looked over at me and smiled. "Am I going back all the way to the barn like this, or am I getting dressed?"

As much as I loved the thought of Ann riding naked all the way back to her Aunt and Uncle's place, I knew that would create a stir we didn't really need. "You can get dressed now if you like," I said as I got off my house and grabbed the reigns of hers.

"Are you sure?" Ann asked sexily. I wondered if she really wanted to be pushed to stay as she was. The look in her eyes was wild, almost crazed. She was telling me that she'd do it if I told her to. 

"Yes, baby. As much as I'd love to take that chance, I don't really think that's the impression I want to leave with your family," I said, holding out my hand to help her down.

Ann swung her leg over the saddle, bringing her feet together, putting the toes of her right foot into the stirrup with her left. Holding onto the horn of the saddle, Ann held herself there, her magnificent ass wiggling in front of me.

"So, are you still thinking about spanking me?" Ann asked, practically begging me to do it with the way she said it, and the way she was biting her lower lip afterwards. Her dark brown eyes were twinkling from the low sun on the horizon, and the naughty thoughts that filled her head.

I playfully spanked her left ass cheek, giving it a light slap. Ann looked over her shoulder and gave me a 'you can do better than that' look. She was in a mood, my innocent...or not so innocent comment from earlier lighting a fire inside her. Now, she wasn't going to accept a simple pat on her rump. If I was going to say something like I had, she was telling me with her body language that she expected me to follow it up.

I spanked her harder a second time, and she let out a growl; her eyes bugging out as she felt the sting. "Is that more like it?" I asked with an evil little grin. 

"Yes!" she said through her clenched teeth. 

"And?" I asked, wondering where we were going from there.

Ann nodded, and softly said, "Again, please."

I smacked her left cheek again, several times. It was slow and deliberate, and Ann's reaction stunned me. She was not only okay with it, she seemed to be getting off on it. When I moved to her right cheek after a dozen or so spanks, she squealed, and leaned forward, her face planted against the saddle like she was trying to eat it. Her response, and whatever she was doing to the leather, had me puzzled.

I stopped to look at the 'damage'. Ann's ass was pinkish; the outline of my handprint marking her backside, leaving a distinctive, and frankly...a very erotic image behind. Ann was moaning, and she was still shaking her ass like she wanted more, but I stopped. I reached my hand up and felt her skin. It was hot to the touch, and it seemed to flush to a deeper pink by the second, until it was almost red. Ann slipped her right foot out of the stirrup to spread her legs, telling me what she wanted next. 

Cupping her mound, I felt Ann's pussy, which was sopping wet. I ran my middle finger through the folds of her labia, from near her clit towards her rosy bottom, and Ann groaned loudly. Lifting her head up from whatever she was doing to the saddle, she begged. "God, Neil...please. Please make me cum again!"

I smiled as I took first two, and then three fingers, and rammed them up into her soft, warm hole. I fucked her with them, fast and hard. The sloppy gushing sounds filled the air, along with the sweet aroma coming from her cunt, which was at a perfect height for me to eat her. I resisted that temptation, knowing if I went that far, I'd want more. And we weren't really in a place to accommodate that. 

So, I concentrated on getting Ann off as quickly as I could. And that didn't take long at all. She was cumming in just over a minute. It was like a quick summer thunderstorm sweeping across the plains. There was thunder and lightning...and then a torrential downpour, all of it over in a matter of minutes. The only reminders being the dampness it left behind, and that sweet smell of freshness hanging in the air. In this case, the scent of the aroused goddess who'd just soaked my hand and wrist.

~*~*~*~*~*~

I was licking my fingers as Ann pulled her little white shirt over her chest, tucking it into her jeans before she zipped them shut. I winked at her as she stood there in a sexy pose, her hands on her hips as she waited for me to help her up onto Charcoal. She could have done it herself, but I think she liked me giving her a leg up. 

She remained silent while I finished. Actually, neither of us talked until we were back at the barn. Ann had a contented look on her face, and I was content to look at it in all its angelic glory. She looked just as sexy riding with her clothes on as she did without them. 

When we got back to the house, I got off Roxy to open the gate, and Ann rode through, going into the barn to take Charcoal in for the night. I walked Roxy in and tied her up, and the two of us started taking the saddle off of Charcoal.

Ann finally broke the silence, asking, "Did you have a good time?"

I let out a little laugh and said, "You know I did. But it was your romance tree. Did it live up to what you imagined?"

"It was better. It was so much better."

"Really? Why?"

"Because in my dreams, it was always some generic man that made love to me...he was rugged and handsome, but he was nobody in particular. And that was it. He just took me and made me his under the tree. I never thought about the 'ever after' part. But today, it was a handsome, rugged man that I'm already in love with, and he not only took me, but we rode off into the sunset together. That's a much better ending than I could have imagined," she said with a smile.

"Wow...that's...romantic, actually. I guess it really is a romance tree. Of course, you know the sun sets in the other direction, right?"

"Maybe that's why this is so much better...I was always riding off in the other direction," she giggled. "Okay...we were riding during the sunset. And you're right...it is a romance tree now that we officially christened it."

I took the saddle off of the big horse she'd been riding, and carried over where they stored them. Looking at it, I turned back to Ann. "What were you doing to this, anyway?"

"What do you mean?" she asked as she put away the blanket and walked Charcoal into his stall.

"When I was..."

"Spanking your dirty little fiancée," she said more bluntly than I expected.

"Yeah."

"I was cleaning it."

"Cleaning it?"

"Yeah. There was a ton of thick, tasty white cum all over it. I'm not sure where it might have come from, though," she said, acting surprised and trying to sound innocent.

"So, you were..."

"I guess riding Charcoal kind of jarred it all out of me. I don't mind it when it oozes out on the inside of my jeans. As messy as that can be, that actually kind of turns me on a little. But smearing it on the outside of my jeans? Besides, that would have been a waste of good sperm. You worked hard to make it for me...and it was delicious."

"So were you," I said with a laugh as I took the saddle off of the mare I'd been riding. 

"You know, I thought you might..."

"Eat you?" I said, finishing her sentence.

"Yeah...I was really thinking...hoping...you would."

"I thought about it. But I was holding on to the horses, and the whole thing seemed a little dangerous."

"I know...that's why I thought you'd do it," she said, punching my arm.

I took that blanket and put it with the other one while Ann took Roxy to her stall and removed her bridal.

"So, did you enjoy the spanking?" I asked, thinking I knew the answer.

"Uh...it was okay. Actually, at the time, it was fucking hot! But there were all the right circumstances that made it hot. Being naked...at your bidding I might add," she laughed. "Riding a powerful horse after getting fucked and being full of your cum. God, I could feel it squishing on the saddle while I rode Charcoal."

"But it's not your thing, is it?" I said with a smile.

"You're my...thing, Neil. You kind of mentioned it playfully. And my mind raced...the smell of the horses; and of the outdoors, and the leather of the saddle. And then seeing your cum all over the saddle, just waiting for me to lick up. All of that seemed so, I don't know...nasty and dirty. Spanking me just seemed to fit in at the time. Hell, it didn't 'seem' to...it DID fit in. And it made me so wet."

"Yes, it did. Look, Ann, I don't want you to think I'm pressing you, or that that's something I expect. But I like to know what turns you on."

"You do, baby. Like I said, you said it, and the mood was right. You have a way of doing that to me. You mention something so innocently, and I find it incredibly erotic. I liked the unexpectedness of it. You know, that it wasn't planned. You do that to me all the time, and I love feeling on edge like that."

"So, you're going to want to do that again sometime."

"If you mean do I want spanked, yes. I'm sure I'll want to do it again. But we both know it's not going to be every day. In fact, it won't be that often at all...but that's the beauty of it. We won't plan it, we won't see it coming, and that will make it even hotter. I mean, seriously...how many times am I going to get spanked while standing naked on a stirrup of a saddle, while I'm leaning over a horse in the middle of a field, slurping up your cum? I'm guessing that was the one and only time, baby."

"Well, yeah, when you put it like that," I chuckled.

Ann laughed as she closed the door to the stall. Walking over, she leaned into my body, her sexy hands on my shoulders. Her left leg lifted up behind her at the knee in a sexy pose as she looked up into my eyes. "Did I answer all of your questions, baby?"

"Oh, I know I'll have more questions. I just wanted a little insight...that's all. I don't want to assume anything and go down a wrong path. But I also don't want to be afraid to explore a path and we miss out on something amazing."

"Do you have an example you'd like to share," she said, rubbing her hand up and down my chest, feeling for my nipple through my shirt.

"Well, like the spanking...and rougher than normal sex."

"Like last night," she said with a wink, pinching at my nipple.

"Yeah. Like last night. It was..."

"Amazing! It was exactly what I needed, Neil. I needed to feel you take me and make me yours again, and you did...every part of me. Look, I'm not into kink, per se, baby. But I do love to be kinky every now and then. I want to explore. And I think we're good for each other. You know just what to do, and when to do it, and how to get me so worked up I can't stand it. And I think you know by now how my mind can work, and how wonderful I can make things for you, and for us. We're going to have a really adventurous sex life." 

Ann leaned in further, kissing me tenderly, pressing her chest into mine. Her pointed nipples crushed between us through our shirts. It was a breathless, desperate kiss; one that made me a little weak in the knees the way she poured herself into it. I hugged her, swallowing her in my arms as I lifted her up. If we hadn't just made love, I couldn't think of a better place to take her than right there in the barn. But it was getting late, and I knew we had to get going. 

Ann let out a little pant as we broke our kiss, trying to catch her breath. I did too. Setting her back down on her bare feet, she took my hand and we walked towards the side door of the barn to walk toward the house.

"We're you thinking about doing it the barn like I was," she asked, looking up out of the corner of her eye to see if I was looking at her.

Of course I was looking at her. It was always hard for me not to be staring at Ann. I nodded, and said, "Yes, I was. Just another one of those age old fantasies, I suppose."

"What fantasy is that?" Ann asked.

"You know, the traveling salesman fucking the farmer's daughter."

"Oh. Should I go get Val?" she said with a grin.

"What?" I said, my eyes flying open wide.

"Relax. I'm kidding. But I'm sure you could teach Dale a thing or two...hundred, about being a man in bed, just like you showed him how to be one out of it. I'm sure Val would appreciate it too."

"Well, that's one battle she's going to have to win on her own. I've already done all I'm going to do there. And if I did it right, she should be able to get her way in bed anyway."

"What makes you say that?" Ann asked.

"Just a hunch," I said, not really wanting to go into it.

"Fine...keep me in suspense. Last chance. Are you sure you don't want to do me in the barn? I can give you a quick blow job?"

"I suppose you're trying to stay even again," I chuckled.

"Not necessarily. But I did cum last, so it's your turn. We can duck right back here if you want," she said trying to pull me into an empty stall that was full of hay. 

Looking past her shoulder, I saw something white up high on a big pile of hay in the back of the stall. Walking past Ann, she must have thought she was going to get to practice her deep throat technique again. But I went in out of curiosity.

I picked up a bright white T-shirt, and looked at it. Turning, I looked down at the hay surrounding us. There was an area that was pressed in, the shape distinctive. There had been a blanket thrown down, and there was the impression of a body molded into the thick hay. I smiled at Ann, who was giving me a quizzical look.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 36



Holding up the T-shirt to show Ann the script black 'Cowgirl' emblazoned on the front, I said, "It looks like somebody beat us this spot." 

Ann's mouth flew open wide, and she covered it with her hand as she looked at the garment in my hands. "Aunt Helen!" she mouthed as she pulled her fingers away from her lips.

"And Uncle Marty," I said, pointing at the area in the hay where they'd obviously spent more than a little time together.

"Holy shit! That is so cool!" Ann said. It was an interesting reaction, but I felt the same way. Somehow, even from afar, we'd seemed to influence another couple to branch out sexually. I handed Ann the shirt, and her thoughts changed from giving me a blowjob to something else entirely. She got practically giddy, and said, "Let's go inside."

~*~*~*~*~*~ 

Ann and I walked through the sliding glass door hand in hand. She led us over to the counter of the bar and we sat down on the tall bar stools, looking over the counter. Val was in the kitchen, making herself a snack.

"Hey guys. Neil, Sean asked me to apologize, but he had to go and meet up with some friends. He was going to ride back on his bike and say goodbye, but Mom wouldn't let him. She was worried it would spook Roxy and she might throw you since you aren't experienced riding. So, he said to tell you that he loved meeting you."

"Oh...well, tell him the same when you see him," I said, relieved that he hadn't ridden back. I couldn't help but think that Helen had covered for us, knowing what we might be doing. I admittedly didn't know a lot about horses, but they didn't seem to react at all when Sean had come home revving the engine of his motorcycle. When I looked outside with Christina in my arms, they never even looked in the direction of the noise. I figured at the time they were used to it. So, it seemed unlikely that Roxy would have thrown me.

"So, did you two have fun?" Val asked enthusiastically.

"Yes," we both said almost simultaneously. 

"Wow...I guess you did. Can I make you something to eat?" she asked.

"No thank you," Ann said politely.

"Neil...how about you? Would you like to split my sandwich with me?"

"Are you sure?" I asked, not wanting to appear too needy, but I was famished.

"Please...I have a hard time making a half a sandwich, but that's all I really wanted. Here, let me get you a plate."

"Val you don't have to. I can..."

"Oh yes I do! After what you did today, you're lucky you have a fiancée, or I might just pay you back a whole different way!"

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked, a little bewildered at how Val was looking at me.

Ann let out a laugh. "I've seen that look on her before, baby. You might want to cover your crotch."

"Why? Is she going to kick me in the balls?"

"She's more likely thinking about licking than kicking, lover," Ann said, winking at me.

My head snapped toward Val, who was leaning over the counter toward me, licking her lips seductively. My eyes flew wide open, along with my mouth. "Look...I'm..."

"Relax, Neil. I said if you weren't engaged. But you are. So this will have to do," she said, sliding a plate with half a club sandwich and some chips on it. "What can I get you do drink?"

I shook my head and said, "I was thinking about water, but I think I may need a beer now."

Val poured me a cold glass of water from a pitcher in refrigerator, giggling as she brought it to me. When she slid it across the counter, she placed her hand on mine, patting the back of it. "I really do mean it, Neil. I want to thank you for what you did today. I don't know what in the world you said to Dale, but he's scared. And for the first time in my marriage, I stood up to him and laid down a few rules...and he said OKAY!"

"What did you say to him, Neil?" Ann asked.

"Yeah," Helen said, walking in behind us with Marty in tow. Helen was wearing her same plaid shirt she'd worn over her T-shirt, but now it was buttoned and tucked into her jean shorts. Ann took the T-shirt in her hands and quickly stuffed it between her thighs on the seat to hide it.

"I didn't do that much, really," I said, shrugging my shoulders. 

"Bullshit," Val and Helen said at the same time. 

Marty laughed out loud. "We all saw you talking to him, Neil. And he hasn't acted the same since."

"He actually played with that little girl on the floor like you did. He's never done that before...or changed a diaper, which he did earlier," Helen said, acting mystified. "And he's actually giving her a bath right now. They've been in there for a half-hour, and they're both laughing. What did you do?"

"I didn't do anything. I may have insinuated that he was lucky to have a woman as great looking as Valerie, and that if he didn't get his shit together, he was going to get cut off."

"Really?" Val said, not believing me. 

"Yeah."

"Wow...I'm glad he bought it, because I'm not sure I can go without sex that long."

"You wouldn't have to Val. If you dumped him, you'd have a new guy in no time," Ann said.

"That's what I told him," I chimed in. 

"WHAT...Really? You said that?" Val snapped, almost in a panic.

"Now it's your turn to relax," I said, patting her hand like she had mine a moment before.

"I...I'm not thinking about leaving him, Neil! I just..."

"I never said you were. I only planted the seed that you could, and that if you did, you'd do fine. He, on the other hand, has amazingly overachieved. And he knows that now. He also knows that if he screws up, there's a consequence."

"But, I just said..."

"I know, Valerie. You're not planning on leaving him. But, I maaaayy have also insinuated that if he doesn't watch himself, he could have a different price to pay."

"What kind of price," Helen asked.

"Well, he kind of got his dander up and tried to be all big and tough. But when I stood up, he backed off. So, he tried to use the fact that I don't live around here, and so there was nothing I could do about it."

"And?" Ann asked with a smile, knowing I'd done something to intimidate him.

"I sort of nodded toward Sean and told him he didn't have to worry about me. Of course, it helped that Sean was giving him a death stare at the time," I chuckled.

"Well, that's not all that unusual. Sean's always wanted to pop him one," Marty chortled in response.

"Well, now he thinks that's a real possibility," I said.

"Wow. I don't know that to say. I'm just glad I don't have to go without sex. That would have sucked," Val said bluntly.

"Valerie!" Helen scolded.

"What? You're embarrassed because I like sex?"

"No...but that's not something I think you should be discussing in front of Neil."

"Mom...he brought it up!"

"She's right Aunt Helen. Neil always has sex on his mind. That's why I love him," Ann giggled.

"Well, Neil's a man...and that's what men do. They think about sex," Helen said.

"So do I," Ann said with a smile. Pulling the T-shirt from between her legs, she added, "And apparently, so do you. You left this in the stall in the barn." 

Helen's color went past both pink and red, her face flushing instantly to a wonderful shade of crimson. "I...I...got hot!"

"So, you take off that shirt, and then you take off this T-shirt, and you put that one back on?" Ann said as she pointed at the shirt Helen was wearing.

"Uh...yeah," she stammered. Her eyes shifting back and forth, looking to a place to hide.

"Well, that explains it Ann. I guess I was wrong. I could have sworn that place in the hay in that stall where we found the shirt was a little love nest. I mean, it sure looked to me like a woman had been on her back there with her knees pinned up near her ears," I said, staring at Helen.

Her mouth dropped open, and her hands flew to her mouth. "Oh my God! You could tell that from the hay?" she exclaimed.

"He can now," Marty said with a chuckle. Looking at me, he said, "Good bluff son. Remind me never to play poker with you."

"NEIL!" Helen yelled out.

"Well, in my defense, you really can tell you were lying there. I just made up the part about your knees being pinned back," I said with an evil little grin.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Ann's naked body lay pressed against mine, our legs intertwined as we breathed together. They were deep, peaceful breaths. My right arm was draped around her, my hand gently gripping her left breast; her back pressed into my chest as we spooned under the covers. It was dark, but we'd left the drapes open so we could look at the stars through the big window in the spare bedroom of Uncle Marty and Aunt Helen's house. It was Ann's old room when she's lived there when she first moved to California.

Ann's right hand was tenderly rubbing the outside of my thigh, occasionally slipping behind to tickle my ass with her fingernails, making me flinch forward and press my cock deeper against the crack of her smooth, silky ass. Whenever she did, I'd playfully pinch her nipple in retaliation, making her let out a soft, sexy giggle.

"I still can't believe you got Aunt Helen to admit that she'd been bent over by Uncle Marty. I can't get that image out of my head," Ann said quietly.

"Image? It wasn't like you were watching them," I replied into her ear, my hot breath making Ann moan a little.

"No, but I can imagine what it must have looked like. Well, to an extent anyway. I mean, I'm not trying to picture them naked...but you know what I mean. I can't help it. She was so embarrassed at first."

"She got over it," I said, gripping the flesh of her tit a little tighter, and then letting my fingers ease. Ann slipped her hand over mine, lacing our fingers together. 

"Yeah, because you're so damn charming. One minute you're embarrassing her by tricking her into confessing she'd been fucked like a slut, and the next minute you have her laughing about it and sharing the details. Even Uncle Marty talked about it."

"So?"

"So...you amaze me. I'm thinking she's going to kick us out of the house, and the next thing you know, she's forcing us to stay the night."

"Ummm...I'm glad. It got us into bed a lot sooner than if we'd driven to your place."

"It's not my place, Neil. It's Chad and Dana's. But I'm glad too. I love being close like this."

~*~*~*~*~*~

The hours after Helen let it spill out that she had indeed been fucked like a slut in an empty stall in the barn flew by. And they were, to say the least, interesting. After the initial shock of outing herself, Helen seemed to revel in the thought of doing something so spontaneous and outrageous for her. So much so that she kind of relived it, telling us details that I never would have imagined. Even Marty chimed in from time to time, correcting Helen on certain points...like the fact she had attacked him, not seduced him as she was claiming. 

At nine, Dale came into the kitchen and told Val they needed to get going. He said that Christina was tired, and he was worried she'd fall asleep there, and she'd be a nightmare the rest of the night if they had to wake her up just to get her ready to leave. 

Val walked around the bar and got to within inches from his face, a scowl on hers as she stared deep into his eyes. They blinked rapidly as she looked at him; she was stoic, and frankly, a little frightening. Dale's eyes widened, fear reflecting in them as he tried to avoid her stare. "Okay...but remember our deal," she said, patting him on the cheek, almost slapping him. He looked at me, and then nodded before scurrying off to pack up Christina and all the paraphernalia that comes with having a young child, so he could get it all in their car.

Helen looked at Val, who shrugged her shoulders and said, "Dale and I had a little talk. I think he's seen the light, but we'll see."

"What's the deal you were talking about?" Helen asked.

Val smiled and said, "I took Neil and Ann's advice. I'm cutting him off."

"I thought you said you couldn't go without sex," Ann said with a laugh.

"I'm never said I was cutting myself off. I'm not going without it...he is."

Helen started to freak, and said, "Valerie...you're not..."

"Calm down, mother," Val said. Whispering, she continued, saying, "I'm not going to screw around on him. But now he knows it's a possibility. I've told him ever since I took him back that he owes me a free one anyway. He just never thought it was possible before. He's thinking a little differently now though."

"So it's just a threat?"

"Sort of. What I meant was I'm cutting him off...and he's only going to get it if he does what he's supposed to do. And most of that is taking care of me, if you know what I mean."

"I'm not sure I do, sweetie," Helen said.

"Let's just say I'm going to make sure he finally puts that big mouth of his to better use than just drinking beer!" 

Ann started laughing and gave Val a huge hug. I grabbed the portable crib they had, and carried it out to their car, meeting Dale in the driveway. He hadn't seen me coming up behind him, and he screamed like a little girl when he turned around and almost walked into me.

I laughed and said, "Relax, Dale...it's just me."

"What are you doing?" he said, a little perturbed that I had come outside.

"I brought you this," I said, handing him the crib.

"And I suppose you brought this because you thought I couldn't do it?"

"What's that mean?" I asked. 

"That's what this was all about today, wasn't it? Showing me up because everyone thought I couldn't do it. Well, I proved that I could, didn't I!"

"Dale, no one said you couldn't do it...whatever the fuck IT is. No one thought you WOULD do it. And now that I hear you, I can tell that you didn't do it for the right reasons. So, I guess you didn't learn your lesson, did you!"

"What lesson is that?"

I reached over, and grabbed Dale by the collar, dragging him towards the side of the car away from the house, and forcing him up against it so that we were out of sight. He started trembling, and I drew my arm back, and clenched my fist. Dale's eyes got wide, and he was shaking his head.

"D...don't hit me...please!" he begged.

"Why...I'm about to do you the biggest fucking favor in the world."

"Hitting me is a favor?"

"Uh huh. I'm about to put you on a diet, you fat, lazy bastard. All it's going to take is one punch, and you won't be eating solid food for a month. And that's the favor...because when Val leaves you after I tell her you were just proving a point, and you weren't serious about being a real husband, and a real Dad...you MAY have a chance to get laid again because you won't be as big of a cow as you are now. Of course, you'll still going to be an idiot...my knocking you out can't fix stupid!"

I pulled my hand back farther, like I was going to deck him, and he shrieked again. He didn't try to defend himself, or anything. He just closed his eyes tight and said, "I'm sorry! I didn't mean it!"

I grabbed him with both hands on his collar and shook him. 

"What didn't you mean?"

Dale opened his eyes and said, "I was just trying to be...tough. I didn't want you to think..."

"WHAT...didn't you MEAN!"

"I didn't mean what I said. I learned my lesson. I really did. And I'll do what Valerie says. Everything!"

It was hard to tell if he was sincere. He was sincere in that he didn't want to get punched out. And I'd left no doubt in his mind that I was not only capable of doing it, I could have. I didn't like having to go the violent route. In fact, I hated it. But the thing is, if you're going to use it in a bluff, then you had better be prepared to back that up if you need to. I doubted going in that I would have had to...but when he'd challenged me, trying to restore the little manhood he thought he had, I reacted.

Would I have hit him? It was hard to tell. I suppose the answer is yes, if only for that little girl. Christina didn't get to choose who her Dad was. But she certainly deserved a father. It was just a question of whether Dale had the guts to step up, and grow up.

But, I wasn't taking any chances. He'd slipped up once before and screwed around on Val. Now he slipped up, and tried to challenge the need for change just a couple of hours after he seemingly did. It takes a while for change to take. I wasn't willing to leave, and just hope.

Pressing my forearm into his chest, I pinned him against the car. I leaned in close, and gritted my teeth as I snarled at him like an angry bear. "I promise you this, Sluggo. I'll find you. I don't care how far away I am, I'll fucking find you. You're not that smart, and you leave a slime trail a mile wide. I love Ann, and Ann loves Val...which means I do too. And if I EVER find out that you've hurt Val...or God forbid, Christina...I will find you, and I will finish this. I'll fucking finish this, and you'll be eating baby food the rest of your miserable fucking life. Are we CLEAR on that!"

"Yes sir," he said quietly, surprising me. 

I left Dale, cowering in the shadows by the car. As I walked onto the patio, I passed Marty, who was sitting in a lawnchair in the dark. He looked up at me, and I took a deep breath, waiting for a reaction. I knew he had heard. That's why he was on the patio to begin with. But he didn't say anything. He just stood up, and put his arm around me, walking me into the house. 

~*~*~*~*~*~

Valerie and her family were on their way home, and for the most part, we all knew what would be happening when they got there. Ann and I should have left at the same time, but Helen convinced us to stay just a little longer, on the pretense that they really didn't get to visit with us alone. I didn't feel comfortable saying no, and Ann felt we should stay a little longer, considering all they'd done for her when she first moved out to California. She felt it was the least we could do to appease them...and we were having a good time, so there didn't seem to be a rush to go.

We sat in the living room and talked...well, we laughed. It turned out to be a hilarious evening. I found Marty to be much like Marlin in a lot of ways. He was old school wise, but he we also engaging, with a biting sense of humor. Helen was as smart as she was beautiful. But she had a real earthy quality to her. She had a country girl freshness that I thought was both honest and adorable.

It was in the middle of a story about how Marty and Helen built the barn when I noticed for the first time the chimes of the Grandfather clock in the front hallway going off. We all stopped and listened, as they continued on well past what time we thought it was. Looking at my watch, it said 3AM, which confirmed that it was midnight on the couch I was relaxing on.

"Wow...we really need to get going, Neil," Ann said as she stood up.

"Nonsense. You're staying the night," Helen said standing up to block Ann's way toward the door.

"Aunt Helen...we can't impose on you like this," Ann said

"Anna Renee...it's after midnight, and it's over ninety minutes to your house. I'm not letting you drive this late on a Saturday night...too many things can go wrong."

Ann looked toward me for help, but I shrugged my shoulder. "She's right, babe. There's no reason that we should be pushing ourselves like this."

"Well, I can think of one," she said, giving me a wicked little grin.

Helen let out a big laugh, and said, "Sweetie...relax. Sean is spending the night at a friend's house, and you know our bedroom is clear on the other side of the house. You two can do whatever you want and we won't hear it."

"See babe, now there's no reason to go. Besides, I'm getting tired myself. Let's just stay and go to bed."

"Good...it's settled. You know where everything is. Neil, please make yourself at home, okay?"

"Okay, Aunt Helen. Thanks," I said, getting up and giving her a kiss on the cheek. 

Marty wished me a good night, and leaned over to kiss his niece. "You picked out a good one this time, Anna. I'm happy for you," he said softly, but I was still able to hear it. 




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 36



"Thanks, Uncle Marty. I'm glad you like him."

"Get a good night's sleep," he said as he turned to walk with his wife towards the other end of the house. "But remember, just because we can't hear anything doesn't mean we won't be listening!"

"MARTY!" Helen said as she slapped him on the ass.

"Careful dear. That's exactly what got you bent over in the barn!" he said as he reached around pinched her ass. Helen took off giggling down the hallway, with Marty close behind, chasing her.

"Well, I'm guessing we know what they're going to do," I said, shaking my head.

"So are we...let's go get our stuff out of the car," Ann said.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Lying in bed with Ann, we looked out that window together, meshed to each other like we were trying to press ourselves into one being. Skin on skin, our bodies caressed each other in a way that was more sensual than sexual.

We'd rushed out to get our things, and practically scrambled to get to the bedroom together. We took quick turns in the bathroom, taking showers and brushing our teeth, getting cleaned up for each other. Ann was under the covers waiting for me when I climbed over her and slipped in behind her, pulling her to me to share a long, sexy kiss that would begin the torturous foreplay that we'd both come to love, and that we knew would lead to spectacular sex...normally.

Ann had left the curtains wide open. She'd come to love making love outdoors, part of an exhibitionist penchant she had that we were discovering together. The view into the beautiful clear night sky was a wonderful touch to bring that ambiance inside with us. When she rolled over to allow me to cuddle with her, and press my growing cock against her soft, tight ass, we looked out into the galaxy and became lost in it.

We lay there for an hour...probably more. Actually, it seemed timeless. We were both horny, and ready. But for whatever reason, we just never got around to actually fucking. We would play with each other, even tease each other. But for the most part, we were just lying together, looking out towards the heavens, and talking quietly. It was tranquil, and peaceful, and perfect. 

I couldn't remember ever being in that situation before. I was naked, hard and horny. My cock was leaking pre-cum all over Ann's back, and I knew from the times my hand had ventured perilously close to her pussy that she was wet with excitement like I was. Yet, we didn't act on our lust. We were both contented to be highly turned on, and just stay that way. As much as I wanted to fuck her, I wanted to just hold her more. It wasn't foreplay. It was fondling and caressing...it just wasn't going to lead us anywhere but where we already were. And in that moment, it not only what I wanted...it was what I needed. 

~*~*~*~*~*~

"Aghhhh!" I screamed in my mind. It took every ounce of willpower I had not to scream out in pain.

I'd woken up with erections before. It was pretty much a daily event, as a matter of fact. It's a natural happenstance, one that as a male, you become used to. And in many cases I not only accepted the inevitable morning boner. I embraced it...in my earlier days, with my right hand. But as I'd become older, and wiser, I'd found it particularly wonderful to have one on occasion when I was in the company of a beautiful woman in bed with me, where I'd find some other good use for it. 

Morning sex wasn't always the best for me, since I was more of a night owl. But there were times, when the circumstance was right, when there was nothing quite like waking up to a nice slow morning fuck. During those times, it was for me the equivalent of the bedroom version of a morning cup of coffee. It would brew slowly; percolating until it was hot and steamy. After you have a sip, you wanted the whole cup...maybe even the whole pot. And when you'd finished savoring the aroma, and tasting the distinct flavors it has to offer, you find yourself invigorated. 

But I hadn't woken up to find a pot of coffee brewing, in either a literal or sexual sense. This was nothing like that at all. Ann and I had finally drifted off to sleep, still on edge and stimulated. It might have been easier to cave to our desires and just have a quickie, but that would have ruined a wonderful experience. Instead, we made a silent pact to endure and enjoy each other like we were, and we slipped into slumber, still spooning with my hard cock neatly tucked in place in the crack of Ann's amazing ass.

I woke up with a harder erection than I could ever remember. It felt like it was made of concrete, and with every heartbeat that forced blood into the shaft, I felt a sharp, piercing jolt of pain run from the tip of my cock directly to my straining balls. From there, it spread through the rest of my body. 

Sometime, during the night, Ann and I had shifted positions. More accurately, we'd shifted locations. Either she had moved up higher, and then moved herself back down, or I had moved toward the foot of the bed and then back up. Or...we could have somehow each moved in opposite directions only to move back toward our original position. Regardless of how we got where we got, we where there, and I was hurting.

My cock was erect, and it was still nestled snugly into the delightful crevice of Ann's backside. At some point, I knew it had deflated during the night, only to become engorged again. Several times, no doubt. But now, instead of pointing in its natural direction, the shaft was bent downward, pointing directly at my feet. I kept picturing it like a branch about to be snapped off the trunk of a tree at any moment. 

To make matters worse, I was pinned against a wall, as the bedroom was a bit on the tiny side. I'd considered it cozy when I'd climbed in and pressed my bare back up against the cool drywall hours before. Now, I couldn't back away from Ann to relieve the pressure I felt in my groin. She was firmly wedged in place, sleeping like she'd been drugged; her cute snore lost on me as I looked for a way out of the viselike grip her ass had on my engorged, and soon to be damaged prick.

I was tying to find a way to extricate myself without waking Ann. It was morning, but it wasn't time to get up yet. I'd just heard the clock down the hallway chime 6 times moments before. I would have tried to wait it out and hope my cock would start to soften. But my sexual engine had been revved up, and then been left idling before I went to sleep. And even though I'd slept somewhere between 4 and 5 hours, I knew I'd woken up where I'd left off...very highly aroused. I was hard, and I was going to stay that way for quite some time.

Deciding to literally take matters into my own hands, I reached down and cupped Ann's ass, pushing her up toward the headboard slowly, but steadily. When I'd gotten her to the point where the bottom of her amazing bottom was in line with the top of my crotch, I reached down and gently lifted her right leg at the knee, spreading her legs apart. I figured it was better to have my cock wedged at a right angle straight out from my torso, than breaking the damn thing off. So, I was going to let my hard on rest between Ann's legs, and try to fall back to sleep.

What I hadn't anticipated was the spring-like effect that was about to take place. My cock was...cocked, held in position by Ann's body. As hard as I was, my erection was naturally going return to a more normal angle that it was used to. As soon as Ann's thigh cleared out of the way, my shaft snapped up, literally slapping against Ann's pussy. The wet smacking sound made me wince and grin at the same time.

I went to put Ann's leg back down, but she lifted it higher, and I felt her hand stroking the underside of my aching cock with her fingers, pressing the tip against the folds of her moist cunt.

"You sure know how to wake a girl up, baby. Do you need a little pussy?"

"I'm sorry, babe. I didn't mean to wake you up. My cock was killing me. Somehow it got pinned going south instead of north, and I thought it was going to snap off like a twig."

Ann peered over her sensuous bare shoulder and saw the grimace on my face. Turning her body to face mine, she kissed me on the cheek, still lovingly touching my shaft and balls. "I'm sorry, baby. Does it really hurt?"

I nodded, even though what she was doing to me was making the pain lessen by the second. But the ache at the base persisted, a reminder of how painful the experience had really been.

"Well, why don't you let me kiss it and make it feel better," Ann said with a naughty grin. Before I could say anything, she started making a trail of soft, wet kisses, moving from my neck and heading down toward my chest. 

She stopped at my nipples, which seemed like her own little perverted playground. She sucked them, and licked them. She even playfully bit at them, stretching them out from my chest. I was amazed at how hard they got. Not like Ann's permanent hard buds, but they were erect...and she took great pride in how she got them to react to her mouth.

Moving south, Ann licked her way to my navel, and found it was another sexy rest stop toward her ultimate destination. Toying with me, she clamped her mouth over my lower stomach and dug her tongue deep into the little belly button. I was surprised at how incredible it felt. She sensed how much it was turning me on, and she stopped for a moment to look up into my eyes. Her chin was resting on my abdomen, the edges of her mouth upturned in an erotic smile. Ann's deep brown eyes were wide, almost shaking with lust as her left hand started massaging my balls, hidden from view under her body. Still, she continued to flick her tongue, darting it into the natural pit in my stomach, like she was searching for something tasty.

"I'll have to let you cum on your stomach sometime so I can lick it up...I bet a lot gets caught in your belly button," Ann said just before she locked her mouth over it again, showing me just how she'd go about getting her prize. 

I threw my head back, enjoying the sensations Ann was giving me. The pain in my cock was almost gone, and it was quickly fading in my mind. I was in heaven, and Ann hadn't even really done anything to the part that hurt yet. Other than softly fondling my balls, she had all but ignored the very reason she started her oral tour of my body. 

Ann turned her body, moving so that her head was pointing toward my feet. But she was more sideways on the bed. I could reach her head, and her upper back with my hand, but that was it. Her feet were dangling off the side of the bed, until she pulled them up at the knees behind her, crossing her ankles. She looked like a girl lying on the floor doing her homework; her lower legs moving back and forth with excitement, passing the time as 'studied' a subject she really liked. 

Starting at the very tip, Ann kissed my cock, making it better the instant her lips touched it. She kissed every single centimeter of it, slowly and thoroughly. Her movements were deliberate and methodical. She'd press her sexy full lips against a part of my enormous prick, and part them slightly. That was followed by a few sloppy flicks of her tongue. Then she'd move her mouth to another spot, and do it again. 

She began with the top of my cock, moving down to the base where it attached to my abdomen. Moving from there, she took her time kissing, licking and flicking my balls. When she'd kissed every part of my heavy sack, she took each of my balls into her mouth, one at a time, and bathed them in her warm saliva. She was making a mess; her drool practically frothing from her mouth as she left me slick and soaked. 

Ann was humming as she moved her lips ever so slowly up my shaft, dragging them against my soft skin. I could feel the pre-cum beginning to flow as she pressed my cock against my body, forcing the fluid toward the tip like she squeezed it with her mouth. When she'd finished, Ann looked at her handiwork. A little pool of my clear pre-cum had formed on my stomach. "Looks like I made a mess. Let me clean that up," she said, giggling as she bent down.

Ann was making slurping sounds as she licked at the little pool on my skin, still humming every now and then...along with the occasional giggle. 

"Well, that was a tasty appetizer. Are you ready to give me the main course?" Ann asked, grabbing my shaft and licking the head of my cock like a lollipop. I looked up and caught her stare. She was still sucking at my head, but she was looking at me. The grin on her face was magical, lighting up the dark room. I let out a small moan as she ran her tongue along the tiny slit at the head, and her smile widened. "That sounds so much like a 'yes' to me. I'm going to take you deep in my throat, lover. I want to fuck you with my mouth."

"Did I hurt your pussy, babe?" I asked in a desperate pant. It was like a stunning seductress was deliciously torturing me, and I was trying to throw off that sexy captor with a diversion.

"What do you mean, lover," Ann said sexily between licks.

"Well, my cock slapped against your wet pussy pretty hard. Hard enough to wake you up...I was wondering if I bruised it."

"You grabbing my ass and moving me a foot is what woke me up...not that I minded. But I don't think you bruised me."

"Oh...okay. I just wanted to make sure I didn't need to kiss it and make it feel better," I said; my words coming out in a soothing, almost melodic tone.

Ann's head snapped up, her dark eyes lighting up at the hint of my proposition. Her soft hand stroked my saliva-coated shaft, her fist gripping it tight, as she made slow, forceful strokes up and down. Licking her full lips, Ann voice was anxious. "You know, I do feel a little tender down there, now that you mention it," Ann said as she moved her legs. "Yes...oh...yes. Definitely doesn't feel right. I may have sprained it."

"You may have sprained your pussy because my cock slapped into it?" I laughed.

"Yeah. It really hurts. Would you..."

I reached over and pulled Ann's leg toward me, and she scooted her lower body over toward mine, making noises like she was in a great deal of pain. I laughed and said, "Okay...my cock's fat, but I don't think I crippled you. Let me take a look." Ann happily swung her leg over my head, and lowered herself toward my face. I grabbed her ass, pulling her cheeks apart while I forced her lower. "Oh my," I said, looking up at her dripping hole, her labia already parting beautifully for me in anticipation.

"What's wrong," she said, before taking the tip of my cock into past her lips into her warm, wet mouth.

"It looks like I did do some damage. It's all red and it appears to be seeping something. And your clit is all swollen. I'm sorry babe...I'll have to be more careful next time."

Ann wiggled her ass back and forth. "God, baby...please make it feel better. I promise I'll take care of you if you make it feel better."

I filled my lungs, drawing in a deep breath, and then I slowly expelled my hot air over her pussy as I held my mouth as close as I could get to Ann's labia without touching it. "Oh...fuck!" Ann moaned. Her crotch and ass quivering as she shook with excitement.

As my tongue traced it's way along her outer lips, first clockwise, and then in reverse, Ann took my cock and slowly, patiently, swallowed it. We were both taking our time, teasing each other while pleasing each other. When Ann's mouth hit bottom, she held herself still, fondling my balls as she let her mouth and throat relax. It felt incredible, and I felt compelled to return the favor. Extending my tongue as far as I could, I moved my head upward as I pulled her ass toward me. I licked deep into her gaping opening, twirling and twisting my tongue in her cunt as I tasted Ann's sweetness.

Ann reacted, and suddenly she was fucking my cock with her mouth, just as she'd said she was going to. The gauntlet thrown, I increased my pace, worming my tongue, trying to go deeper into her gash...deeper than I'd ever gone before. Ann was fucking me with her throat, and I was trying to fuck her with my tongue. 

Our movements went from slow and deliberate, to fast and frantic in a matter of moments. The room was filled with oral sounds. Sucking and slurping, mixed with moans and grunts. It was wet and nasty...full of lust and desire. It sounded hot; it felt hot...it was hot. 

I knew I was close do cumming, and I could tell Ann was close as well. It was a race of sorts. Not so much to win...we were both going to win. It was more to arrive. I had no illusions that we'd cum at the same time. We'd done it before...but it's never as easy as it sounds. The timing involved for two different people being able to each have orgasms simultaneously is, frankly, very difficult. It happens by accident more than it happens deliberately. Ann and I were on a crash course, trying to bring each other to the finish line. I wasn't thinking about her beating me, or me beating her to our orgasm. I just wanted them to be relatively close.

Ann ultimately beat me. Or I beat her, depending on how one looked at it. I came first, groaning into her sloppy pussy as I filled her mouth with my warm sperm. Ann swallowed most of it...well; she swallowed half of what was more than a mouthful. She let the other half dribble past her mouth, coating my crotch and balls with my sticky seed. I couldn't see it, but in my mind I could picture how hot in must have looked. The image in my brain was so hot that I went off again...shooting another two spurts that hit Ann in the chin.

Ann started to laugh, but I latched onto her clit and sucked hard, rolling it in my mouth as I hummed...making it vibrate rapidly. Ann rammed her mouth back over my cock, stuffing it full as she screamed, announcing her own orgasm. She was able to muffle the sound better than I expected, but that did nothing to stop the intensity of her climax. I was treated to a mouthful of my own. I swallowed, but I was also savoring the taste as I continued to suck and abuse Ann's engorged clit.

We were spent. Ann licked up the remnants of my explosion, savoring the taste much like I did. Turning to kiss me, I took her in my arms as she shared some of what she'd cleaned up. I took it, swallowing it for her.

"God, I've missed you. That is so hot when you do that!" she said as she started lick my face, cleaning her own juices off my skin.

"I've missed you too babe. I love it when you taste yourself too. And everything you do is hot!"

"Mmmm, I do taste good, don't I?" Ann hummed into my ear. It was soothing, relaxing sound, and I closed my eyes. We both did. Ann was asleep in my arms in minutes, her cute little snore making me smile. 

I looked out the window, into the starry early morning sky, and wondered what the dawning day would bring. Based on what Ann and I had just done, it was off to a magnificent start. I closed my eyes again, dreaming about what our new life together might have in store for us next.



Ann: A Love Story Ch. 37



Ann looked amazing, the sunlight reflecting off her golden skin as it came in through the windshield of her car. We were heading west from her Aunt and Uncle's house, driving up the eastern side of the mountain range that separated the valley they lived in, and the town near Pleasanton where Ann lived with her roommates. 

It was early afternoon as we drove past what seemed to be thousands of towering white windmills perched on the mountainsides. Depending on the direction they were facing, they were either sitting idle, spinning wildly, or moving from the wind somewhere in between. I was torn between two spectacular views. The majestic one that was passing by my open window, and the one that was sitting to my left, driving the car as she tapped the steering wheel in time with the song blaring from the stereo. 

"My God Ann...I didn't think you could possibly get any sexier. But every day, you amaze me more and more."

Ann turned her head slightly, her eyes hidden behind her stylish sunglasses. But I could still see the smile in them. "I love you," she mouthed, and then she licked her gloss-covered lips before puckering and smacking them in as seductive kiss.

"I still can't believe you're doing this!"

"You're making me do it, remember?" she said with at giggle.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Ann stepped out of the bathroom, walking toward me as I lounged on the bed. It was obvious that she had gotten over any reservations she'd had about being herself around her Aunt and Uncle. Most of that had been erased just by seeing how Helen had been dressed when we had arrived the day before. And I was sure a lot of that had to do with the fact that Marty and Helen not only knew we had some kind of sex in their house during the night...they had literally encouraged it. They also knew very well that we'd made love when we'd ridden out to Ann's romance tree, which was perched atop a hill in the rolling meadow somewhere out in the vast acres of land behind their home.

Besides, there was also no escaping the truth that Helen had admitted the she and Marty had their own sexual encounter in the barn while Ann and I were out riding the horses, and each other. Not to mention the likelihood that they had followed that up with an amorous evening. True to Marty's word, we weren't able to hear them from the other end of what turned out to be a very soundproof house. But that didn't stop Ann and me from listening at first.

Waking up with her conscious clear, Ann had decided to be herself in front of her relatives; something I was sure she thought would never happen. As she walked past me into the bedroom, my heart leapt into my throat. I was suddenly thankful that Ann had insisted that we not shower together. She'd said that if we did, we'd just end up back in bed.

She had patted me on the chest as she lay next to me when we woke up, and said, "Sooner or later we're going to have to get ready on our own or we're never going to get anywhere...and I have a lot of things yet to show you. Besides, if you never let me get dressed, you won't get the pleasure of undressing me with your eyes...and I love it when you do that!"

True to her word, when I saw Ann walk out of the bathroom, my mind immediately went about ripping her clothes off. Ann was wearing a dark, almost forest green halter, contrasting perfectly against her dark tan and her curly brown hair. Or it was a camisole. Actually, it was kind of a combination. The shiny metallic appearance to the material sparkled as she walked. The front scooped low, hanging loosely between her breasts, and it stopped just above her navel. From the side, three quarters of her tits were exposed, the material held in place by a very thin green string that was tied in the middle of Ann's back in a small, neat bow. But Ann had it tied very loose, letting the garment move and flow pretty much however it wanted to. I began secretly hoping for a windy day.

Ann's long hair hid a similar string that ran around her neck, holding up the top. Looking at her from the back, save for the microscopic string tied in that loose bow, Ann looked naked from the waist up.

Below, Ann wore the shortest miniskirt I'd ever seen her wear. It was ultra white spandex, and as she walked past me, I could see the very bottom of her tight ass cheeks. They jiggled perfectly as she strutted past me in her 5-inch white heels, held in place by her ankle straps. She looked like she was about to go clubbing. Or fucking.

Standing sideways in front of me, Ann showed me her feminine profile as she bent at the waist to put her makeup kit in her suitcase. Her loose top flipped up, exposing her perfect pert tits.

Ann looked over her shoulder, watching me leer at her. "I guess I made it a little too easy for you to mentally undress me, didn't I?" she said with a devilish grin. I stood there, frozen, as I gawked at her, trying to formulate words that were coherent. I wanted to run over and look at Ann from behind to get a view of her perfect tight little ass. But my feet wouldn't move. Instead, Ann stood up, striking a pose for me that made my cock lurch inside my shorts. 

"You are so...damn...hot!" I stammered.

The nasty little smile on Ann's face told me she was she got the reaction she was hoping for. "Come on, babe. I smell breakfast," she said, bending over to pick up her suitcase, flashing me again in the process. I grabbed my own suitcase off the bed, and walked over to Ann. Taking her bag from her hand, Ann gave me a full lipped pout. "I was hoping you were going to hold my hand on our way out to breakfast."

"I think I need to have both of my hands occupied, babe, or we're never going to make it out of the bedroom today. I'm really close to bending you over right now. Besides, you said you had other things to show me."

"Bend me over? Like this?" she said as she turned her back to me and bent over, grabbing her ankles. I got a quick glimpse of her pussy, covered by a sparkling green thong that matched her top. "So, do you like what I'm showing you now?"

I started to put down the suitcases in a rush, but Ann stood and placed her hand on my chest. I knew, almost by instinct, that she wanted to be in control for a while. I got the feeling she wanted to toy with me...and I found that I was suddenly thrilled by the idea of that.

"You know, you look nice too, baby," Ann said as she sidled up next to me. I was wearing a pair of plaid Bermuda's that were mostly navy, and a dark tan short sleeve shirt. It was cotton, and it was kind of dressy, buttoning down the front. I'd left it untucked, and it was buttoned all the way up except for the top one.

Ann looked at me with a sexy expression her her face. She reached up for the top button, saying, "But you're not showing enough skin for me." She unbuttoned the three buttons at the top, leaving just the bottom two to hold it closed. Sliding her hand inside my shirt, she rubbed her soft palm against my smooth chest, and played with my nipple a little. "There, that's better."

Her other hand cupped my balls through the thin material of my shorts. Unlike Ann, I'd gone without underwear, and she realized it almost immediately. "I can feel the heat coming from your balls," she said, almost marveling at her discovery.

"You have that affect on me. Should we change our breakfast plans...I'm sure I could find something to eat here in the bedroom that would be tasty."

"No, baby. As tempting as that really is, I'm sure Aunt Helen has been busy in the kitchen. She's probably gone to a lot of trouble, knowing her and her breakfasts." Ann squeezed my balls one more time, and then patted my cock before she strutted out the door, leaving me there, hard as a rock. She knew I was going to have to wait a little bit for my cock to go down before I could join her. I could hear the sound of her shoes clicking down the hardwood of the hallway, along with her distinctive little laugh.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Ann was right; Helen outdid herself. If there was a breakfast food one might expect that could be cooked on a farm, it was on the counter of the bar, hot and ready to be loaded up on a plate. Or two plates. Hell, there were 4 different kinds of meat! My salivary glands were on overload. I filled a huge plate, and the four of us sat down to eat together. 

Unfortunately, Marty had to leave early into our breakfast. He worked every other weekend, and we happened to catch him on one where he was scheduled to go in. When he finished eating, he asked me to walk out with him to his truck. 

"Marty, let the boy eat his breakfast," Helen said as I put down my fork.

"It's no problem, Aunt Helen. I need to let my stomach recuperate for a minute, anyway," I said as I got up. Marty and I walked through the patio door into the bright morning sunshine. He walked me out to his truck, whistling as we went. When we reached the door, he turned to me and grinned.

"Neil, I want to thank you for what you did yesterday," he said, sticking out his hand.

"I really didn't do anything, sir," I said as we shook.

Marty grabbed me by the elbow with his left hand as we shook, and locked his steely gray eyes to mine. "Yes, you did. You don't know how long Helen and I have fretted about that lazy SOB. You did something we could never do, Neil. You came in as an outsider, and you opened Val's eyes. The fact that she looks up to Ann, and that you're Ann's man...that spoke volumes. I don't know if it's gonna stick, but you certainly got Val thinking."

"I really was just being me," I said shrugging my shoulders.

"Maybe you were. But you were just what Val needed. And I think you know that. I think you knew it all along. I'm sure Ann said something to you about Val, and what was going on between her and Dale...but you didn't have to do all that you did, and I want you to know that I'm grateful."

"Well, I just hope he changes," I said with a smile.

"Well, if not, I'm sure after last night, he'll know what will happen if it doesn't."

I cringed a little, worried that I'd given Marty the impression that I was the type of guy that was used solving problems by becoming physical. And just the thought of that scared me a little. "Uh...about that, Marty. I don't want you to think that I'm..." 

"I know you're not, Neil," he said, his face telling me that he indeed knew I wasn't really a violent man by nature. "But it's also nice to know that you can be if you have to. I have to tell you, it's reassuring to know my niece has someone like you to not only love her, but to protect her too."

"Well, thanks for not making a big deal out of what I said to Sluggo. I just didn't want you to think I go around threatening people all the time," I said, relieved.

Marty laughed and said, "Hell...I knew better than that, Neil. I'm just glad Dale wasn't smart enough to figure that out...and I'm glad that I got to hear it. I'm not sure I would have believed it otherwise."

"Let's just hope it helped, so I don't have to come back and pulverize him," I laughed.

"Time will tell. In the meantime, I hope this helps you and Ann," Marty said, digging into the pocket of his jeans. He handed me a wad of bills; all crisp and new...and all 100's. 

"What's this?" I said, puzzled at why he would hand me cash. 

"An engagement gift."

"You mean a wedding gift?"

"No...it's an engagement gift. Helen and I are still going to get you both a wedding gift. This is different."

"I've never heard of an engagement gift. And this feels like an awful lot of money," I said, resisting the urge to leaf through and count it. 

Marty smiled. "Neil, Ann has been like another daughter to me and Helen. You know, it's kind of funny. She came out her 10 years ago and kind of upset the apple cart at first," he said with a laugh. "It was a little difficult for us there for a while, and I think it was for Ann too there at the beginning. But it didn't take long before she became a real part of our family. Like I said, she's more than just our niece...she means the world to us, and she's worth it. And from what I can tell, so are you."

"Marty, I don't know what to say. I really can't..."

Marty put his strong hand on my shoulder. It felt almost fatherly...a loving, firm, steadying grip, holding me still; making my eyes focus on his. "Yes, you can. I want you to look at this as traveling money. You're going to be driving for 4 or 5 days, in that little tiny car of hers with no air conditioning. And even though Ann has been mailing most the things she's keeping back to Marlin, that car is still going to be packed tight. You're going to be cramped in there." 

Marty took the money from my hand, holding it up in front of my face as he grinned at me. "THIS...this is for you to make this a better trip for the two of you," he said, slapping the money back in my hand, his grip tight against my palm. "I want you to pamper her every chance you get. Splurge on her. Make sure you both eat well along the way. And make sure you find nice places to stay. It's going to be a long trip, and the nicer you make the evenings, the easier drive you'll have the next day. And I don't want you telling Ann about this. I've tried to pamper her before, but she's always refused. Too much pride. She'd say we should be spending money on our own kids...not her. She didn't want to feel like a freeloader. She's so selfless, she was always thinking of Val and Sean instead of herself. She was like their big sister, always sacrificing for them."

"Wow," was all I could say.

"Wow is right. Ann is an amazing young woman, Neil. And you are an amazing young man. Helen and I really want to do this. But promise you won't tell Ann about it, okay?"

"I...I don't know what to say," I said shaking my head.

"Say you promise," he smiled.

"I promise, Marty. But I still don't know what to say."

"I felt the same way about what you did yesterday," he said, opening the door to his truck. He rolled down the window before he hopped in and closed it. Started the engine, and put it in reverse to back out from where he'd parked it near the barn. "By the way, Neil...I need to thank you and Ann for what you did yesterday. Well, really, it's what you did in Indiana with Marlin and Jean."

"What do you mean?" I asked, stuffing the wad of cash in my back pocket.

"I guess Helen talked to Jean, and Jean told her how you and Ann kind sparked them a little, if you know what I mean. I'm not going to say how, cause I don't know. I'm not sure I want to know," he said with a laugh. "But I can tell you, Neil, I can't remember the last time I got laid twice in one day...not to mention doing it in the barn. I've dreamt about that one for a long time, but I never thought it would ever happen."

Before I could say anything, Marty was cackling as he was backing around, and pulling out, driving past the side of the house towards where the asphalt drive to the back of the house met the circular drive in the front. He gave a wave out the window as I stood there, a little bewildered by the entire conversation as I watched the truck drive down the road in front of the house.

My curiosity got the best of me, and I pulled out the wad of bill and counted them. "Holy, shit...two grand?" I said to myself as I checked a second time. And a third. Shaking my head, I stuffed the money back in my pocket and went inside to finish my breakfast.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Ann spent the rest of the morning trying to tease me into a frenzied mess. She was sitting next to me at the round breakfast nook table, and every time Helen would turn away, Ann would lift the material of her top, flashing me one or both of her amazingly perky tits. And when Helen got up to go into the kitchen, Ann moved her lower body gracefully, turning toward me in her seat as she spread her legs. Moving the emerald green thong to the side, she dipped her fingers into her very wet snatch and brought them to her fingers.

"Mmmm...do you want some, baby?" Ann said, holding her finger near my mouth. I opened my mouth, but she pulled her hand away as Helen came around the corner, licking her own fingers and leaving me to look foolish. Helen never reacted, but I was sure I was blushing. Ann let out a little snicker, and coughed as it caught in the back of her throat as she put her thong back in place and closed her thighs.

"Are you okay, Anna?" Helen asked.

"Yes Aunt Helen. Just enjoying teasing my fiancée...that's all," she said bluntly.

Helen looked at me as I stared at Ann, and my posture and expression must have caught her off guard. "My goodness, Neil, you're looking at Ann like she's Little Red Riding Hood and you're the Big Bad Wolf," she said.

"I'm sorry...what did you say?" I asked, not taking my eyes off of Ann, but unsure if she had really said something so out of left field.

"You look like the Big Bad Wolf and you're getting ready to eat her," she said innocently.

I smiled at Ann. It was a large, dangerous grin, full of lust driven innuendo. "The thought did cross my mind."

Helen heard my response, and how it was laced with sexual overtones. "Oh my...I didn't mean to..."

"It's okay Aunt Helen. He knew what you meant. That's what I get for teasing him."

I tore my irises away for Ann and looked at Helen; the skin on her face and neck turning a deep red as the embarrassment from her choice of a metaphor struck her. "I'm sorry Aunt Helen. I shouldn't have said that."

"Sure you should...if that's really how you feel. I just can't believe I said that. It's not like I haven't noticed how Anna has been showing herself to you."

"You saw me?" Ann said, grinning like a kid getting caught being naughty. Although it was pretty obvious from her reaction that she wasn't the kind of child that cared if she got caught. 

"You haven't been trying that hard to hide it dear. It's a little out of character for you, but I don't mind. It's just wonderful to see you so much in love, Anna. And Neil, you've shown remarkable restraint. I don't think my Marty would have put up with me doing that to him at your age. Maybe not even now," Helen said with a giggle.

~*~*~*~*~*~

When we finally finished eating, and laughing, Ann and I helped Helen clean up the table, but she wouldn't let us help her any more than that. She knew we'd already stayed longer than we originally intended. "I can do the rest. Come with me, Anna. I want to give you something."

While they headed out the back door, I loaded up the car in the front of the house. Ann and Helen came out the front door a short time later, walking around the side of Ann's car into the grass. Ann was holding the horse blanket that she'd used under her saddle the previous day...the one we'd made love on.

"What's that?" I asked.

"Aunt Helen is giving us this blanket," Ann said with a smile.

"Why?" 

Ann smiled, but Helen answered. "Marty and I have always thought of it as Anna's. She's the only one that's ever used it since we bought it, and so...it's hers. And besides, after yesterday, I would think it has an even bigger sentimental value to her."

"Why...what happened yesterday?" I said with a smile, looking at Ann as she leaned against the car to unbuckle the ankle straps of her shoes so she could take them off to drive.

"You made my niece's dream come true," Helen said with a smile.

"Really. How'd I do that?"

"By being you," Ann said as she stood on the toes of her bare feet and pulled me to her, kissing me.

"I'm not sure how that warrants a blanket," I said with a grin.

Helen laughed. "You're a very modest young man, Neil."

"The hell he is. He's just being coy, Aunt Helen. He knows exactly what this blanket means to me. And I hope to him, too."

I grinned, and said, "It means I have to buy you a horse."

Ann looked at her Aunt for a second, trying to decide if she wanted to say what was on her mind. I knew she would, even as she was thinking about it. I could see the mischievous twinkle in her eyes, and so I wasn't surprised when she finally turned back to me and said, "Baby, you won't have to buy me a horse, as long as you let me ride you like one like I did yesterday under my tree." Then she grabbed me by the neck and kissed me again, more passionate than the first time.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 37



"I don't remember that, Ann. Are you sure that wasn't someone you were dreaming about," I said, still teasing.

"Oh...in my dreams, there would always be someone handsome and amazing like you, baby. But I never dreamed he'd be hung like a horse. I think you made Charcoal a little jealous," Ann said with a laugh. Then she heard Helen kind of choke back a laugh, and Ann turned to her. "Oh...Oh my God...I'm sorry Aunt Helen. I forgot you were standing there. I shared a little too much, didn't I?"

"It's okay, dear. Valerie made very sure I noticed yesterday how...well endowed...Neil is," she said with a bashful smile. "Sorry Neil...I don't usually talk so frankly about these kinds of things. But I have to agree with Jean...you and Anna seem to be bringing out the side of our lives we all hide away. And I want to thank you for that. It's actually nice not to have to hide who I am all the time. Anyway, Anna...Val thinks you hit the lottery, and she wasn't just talking about how...well...how big...Neil is."

"I think I won the lottery too," Ann said, giving me a big hug.

"Oh...and Neil, if you don't remember what you did with the blanket yesterday, maybe you'd like a reminder. Anna, there's a nice spot in the barn I can recommend. It's really comfortable...even if you end up with your feet pinned next to your ears," Helen said with a hearty laugh.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Needless to say, Ann and I didn't take Helen up on her offer to use the barn, although we did look at each other. There was a long pause, as we both seemed to be thinking it over. When I raised an eyebrow, Ann started giggling almost uncontrollably. Helen promised not to eavesdrop, and that only made Ann laugh harder. 

"As much as I'd love to, I don't think I'll be able to get the image I've pictured of you and Uncle Marty being in there out of my head. Besides, we should get going. I still have a lot of things to do before Neil and I leave on Wednesday." 

The laughter quickly turned to tears as Ann and Helen said their good-byes. It was the first of what I was sure would be many similar scenes as Ann said goodbye to the family and friends she'd been with the last ten years. She was saying goodbye to a place she had called home for a decade, and I was taking her clear across the country with me. Watching Ann hug her Aunt was hard. There were tears of joy for the fact that Ann and I were getting married...and tears of sadness that she was leaving with me to start a new life elsewhere. I quickly fast forwarded that image in my mind and realized I would be going through those same emotional pangs when we would leave Indiana to start my new job in West Virginia. A chill ran down my spine as Helen kissed Ann on the cheek and then hugged me. 

"You take good care of my niece, Neil," she said before running into the house and closing the door to hide the rest of her tears.

"Saying goodbye is so damn hard," Ann said as she looked longingly at the front of her relatives' house. I hugged her from behind, wrapping my arms around her. Ann spun inside them and smiled at me, hugging me back as we shared a quick kiss. 

"You okay?" I asked.

"I'm in your arms, baby. I'm always okay when I'm in your arms," Ann said with a warm smile.

Brushing away a stray tear from her cheek, I smiled back. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah. This is going to be harder than I thought. But I'm happy, and they know it...so that makes it easier for everyone involved, I think. They love you, by the way."

"Who?"

"My Aunt and Uncle. And Val...and Sean...and even Christina, even though she doesn't know it yet. They all love you." Ann didn't mention Dale, but I knew why. It was a subject better left alone.

"That's because I love you, Ann."

"That's a part of it, just like me loving you. But I think they'd love you no matter what," she said, running her hand inside my shirt, feeling my bare chest, flicking her finger over my stiffening nipple.

I flinched a little as Ann pulled at it, and I brought her face to mine, my hand ensnared in her thick brown hair. We kissed as we stood next to her car in the bright sunshine, the warmth on our bodies matching that which was building inside of me. "Are you sure you don't want to head to the barn," I said with a grin, looking over her shoulder at the horse blanket that I'd placed on top of the roof so I could hug Helen goodbye.

"No...I can't. I can't bear the thought of saying goodbye again to Aunt Helen...and you know she'd feel obligated to come out. Let's go. I'm sure we can find a way to have some fun along the way."

I reached my hand up under Ann's short skirt and grabbed her bare ass cheeks. "Are you sure?" I said, pulling them apart and kneading her flesh with my strong fingers.

"Mmmmm...that does feels good. But...let's go," she said, pulling her hand from my chest and breaking away from me. We were standing with the car between us and the house, which meant that we were in view of the road that passed in front of Ann's Aunt and Uncle's house, a good hundred yards away. 

Ann turned her back to me and I thought she was reaching for the blanket. Instead, she put her hands on the roof of her car and jutted her ass out like she was under arrest and about to be frisked. I looked at her from the side, and I could see her tits as her loose top fell down in front. And with her ass turned up, I could see under her short white skirt, the sparkling green sliver of material from her thong showing between her legs. "Go ahead, baby," she said, wiggling her tight ass at me.

"Go ahead?" 

"Sure."

"Sure...what?"

Ann smiled. She turned and leaned her back against the side of the car; her long sexy legs crossed at the ankles. She put her hands behind her head, elbows out. It was like she was relaxing on a hammock on a Sunday afternoon. She had the day right, but she was standing up, and there was no hammock in sight. On the one hand, I was disappointed she'd moved, since I was suddenly deprived of the wonderful view of her body that her previous pose had offered me. On the other, I knew Ann was thinking something very naughty by the devilish look on her face, and whatever it was that was making her look at me that way was enough to make my cock start to stir...and I didn't even know what it was. 

"Are you going to tell me what's on your mind?" I asked.

She glanced at my crotch, her grin widening as she let out a little snicker. "Isn't it obvious what's on my mind, baby?"

"Yes, you're thinking naughty thoughts again...but somehow, I think there's more to it than that. Care to share?"

~*~*~*~*~*~

"Where did you get that stuff, Anna?" I asked Ann as she steered the car along a desolate mountain road as we made our way toward somewhere, in the middle of who knows where. 

We'd gotten off the interstate when I 'suggested' to Ann that we find a somewhere for us to have some fun...and as it seemed to happen so often with us, we both equated fun with something sexual. We were still discovering more about each other in our budding relationship, but we seemed to both have a feel for what the other was thinking...and what we wanted or needed in a given moment. Perhaps that was because I was so turned on by Ann all the time. And I was pretty sure she felt the same way about me.

Ann and I were in that wonderful state of excitement and lust in our relationship where we couldn't get enough of each other. We went out of our way to tease and flirt, endlessly trying to find a way to turn each other on. I seemed to have a perpetual erection, to the point it hurt...in the most wonderful way. Ann's nipples appeared to be constantly hard, and I knew her clit was the same way from the way she wiggled in her seat while she drove, trying to stimulate herself without taking her hands off the steering wheel.

We were also pandering to our newfound desire to not only fuck each other silly, but to do it out in the open. I didn't think we were on the verge of becoming full-scale exhibitionists. Well, I wasn't...Ann was another story entirely. She loved flashing, and loved being partially naked or more in some kind of public setting. It turned her on, and she knew that seeing her like that turned me on as well. We fed off each other's passion when she'd do something like flash her pussy or tits for me, like she had that morning at breakfast. It would light a fire in the both of us, one that we didn't try to put out. Instead, we'd fan the flames.

But what I loved most...what we both loved...was having sex outdoors. For me, it wasn't the forbidden thrill of perhaps being caught or seen. It was the feeling of being free and uninhibited with my lover. Until Dawn, I'd never done anything like that before. And with Ann, we'd taken it to a whole new level. One that I found exhilarating. 

Ann was driving, in search of a place where we could indulge in our wanton hunger for each other. A place I'd suggested. Or more accurately, a place where I'd 'made' her go.

"What stuff," Ann said, turning to look at me.

I pointed to her bare breasts, which were exposed, since she'd taken off her top completely once we'd gotten off the interstate. As we'd left the Ann's Aunt's house, she first lifted the top to flash me, as well as any motorists that might wish to look her way. She got several stares besides my own, and a couple of honks.

"Oh...the lip gloss?"

"Yes. Is that glitter in it?"

"Yeah. Do you like it?"

Of course I liked it. It was a clear gloss that made her lips shine and sparkle in the sunlight. But Ann had also applied it generously all over her nipples and areolas, making them flash like beacons as the sunlight flooded the car through the windshield. 

"Oh God...yes. You look so amazing! But where would you get lip gloss like that?"

"Actually, it's for strippers," Ann said with a little laugh. 

"What?" I said, sitting up straight in my seat.

"Relax, big boy. I'm not a stripper...and I'm never gonna be one. Except maybe for you...in our bedroom. It's just a gloss that strippers use. I got it from Missy."

"Ahhhh...Missy," I said with a grin.

"I said relax!"

"You'll strip if I want you to, Anna," I said with a wider grin, teasing her with my newfound power she'd given me for the day. "In fact, maybe you'll strip for Missy."

"Oh my God," Ann said under her breath, her eyes unblinking as she thought about what I said.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Ann smirked at me as she leaned against the car in the driveway at her Aunt and Uncle's, her hands clasped behind her head as she 'lounged' there.

"You'd like me to share, eh?" she said as she winked at me.

"Wow...I guess that was a loaded question, huh?" I said with a smirk.

"Yes...it was. Am I sharing you, or are you sharing me?"

"Uh...neither at the moment. But I can see that's what's on you mind. Let me rephrase that. Is there something you want to talk about?"

"Yes, now that you mention it. I want to talk about us."

"I figured as much...it seems to be a popular subject. What in particular do you want to talk about?"

Ann smiled and said, "This is going to take a while. Maybe we should do it along the way."

"Okay," I said, moving toward Ann so I could open her door for her.

Before I reached it, Ann quickly turned and resumed her original position, with her hands on the roof and her ass sticking out. "Before we go, you need to take care of this."

"Take care of what?" I asked, wondering how we suddenly ended up right back where we were before, but happy...since I was staring at her exposed tits and tight ass once again.

"You're the one that guessed I'm thinking naughty. Correctly, I might add. So, why don't you guess what your naughty girl is thinking right now?" Ann shook her ass again, drawing my attention away from her perky tits and directing it to the magnificent, hard buns that were barely concealed by her short, skintight skirt. 

My eyes once again honed in on the sliver of green material covering her tight pussy. As they did, I could tell Ann was smiling. Putting two and two together, I practically tripped over myself getting to her. She giggled at the way I scrambled, and how I looked.

"You didn't step on your tongue, did you baby?" All I could do was smile, and she said, "It must have been your tongue. There's no way you could have stepped on your cock. It's big enough, but it looks like it's pointing north to me."

Ann was right. It felt like I had the Washington Monument in my shorts as I slid my hands under her skirt, and felt the bare skin of her ass cheeks again. I pulled the spandex up over her butt, exposing it totally. 

"Oh...shit," Ann said as she felt the warm breeze hit her ass. I massaged her cheeks for a moment, and then I hooked my fingers under the thin strings of her thong that were high on her hips, and slowly pulled them away from her body. A shiver went through her, and she looked over her shoulder at me. She was biting her lower lip in anticipation.

"Are you sure?" I asked, knowing the answer before I asked the question, but feeling obligated to ask it anyway. But I was surprised by the answer. Well, I was surprised more at how she answered.

"I'm sure that I want you to do whatever you want with me today. And if that means you want to take them off and show me off right here, then go ahead and do it. I'm not going to say no today, Neil...it's Sunday," Ann said with a wink.

"What...does...that mean?" I asked slowly.

"That's what we're going to talk about in the car." Ann's impish grin struck me. While I wasn't sure what to think, I knew enough not to question her until we had a chance to talk. 

It was obviously Ann's idea to have me remove her thong. She'd stood like she was standing two separate times, and she did everything but practically scream for me to do it. But she wasn't going to ask me to. I had to me, doing it to her. Then again, that was the whole point. 

~*~*~*~*~*~

"I guess they're better than I give them credit for," Ann said with a giggle as a semi slowed down to take an extended peek. Ann gave a little wave and we sped off. 

"I told you, babe. They're perfect. I love your tits!"

"Thanks, sweetie. They love you too," she said as she raced ahead instead of pulling the material back down to cover them.

The trucker pulling the string on the amazingly loud horn of his rig was the catalyst that sent Ann over the edge. She was beyond horny, and she was pleading with me to let her cum. I hadn't allowed her to finger herself as she wanted, instead, making her wait. She reached her hand out the window and gave the truck driver a little wave as she looked back at him in her rear view mirror; her green thong swaying back and forth seductively as it hung from it.

Her voyeur in the distance behind us, Ann started whining again. "Pleeeeassssseee!" she said, squirming her ass some more, trying to find a way to stimulate her clit as she rubbed her ass slowly back and forth against the fabric of her seat. 

"No, Anna. You can't finger yourself."

"Can you do it for me?" she said, sounding desperate. 

"Pull off at the next exit up ahead. If you want to cum, we're going to have to head up there so you can show the world," I said pointing toward the horizon.

"THERE!" she said, practically panting.

"Yes...there."

"Oh...fuck!" 

"Yes, Anna. That's exactly what I intend to do," I said with a laugh.

~*~*~*~*~*~

As Ann pulled out onto the road from her Aunt's house, she took a deep breath. I was clutching her thong in my hand, feeling the soft material. It was damp from how wet she was, and I was fighting my urge to lift it to my face and smell it. Instead, I hung it from the mirror as a reminder to both of us that she was no longer wearing it.

"So, what do you want to talk about, lover?" I said, turning in my seat a little to face her. Ann was suddenly nervous, and I had no idea why. "Are you okay, Ann?" 

"Yes, baby. I just don't know how to approach you with this. I'm struggling to find the right way...the right words. I don't want you to think I'm..."

I'm not sure how, but I knew what was scaring her. At least, I felt pretty sure I did. I'd heard that strain in her voice before, when we had discussed the 'rules' of our relationship over several conversations we had on the phone. Ann was nervous about being too pushy...she'd felt that way ever since she apologized to me...and to Tina, for setting something up between us, and then getting jealous about what I'd done. Namely, my fucking Tina's ass.

Ann had gone out of her way since then to assure me that our marriage would be equal when it came to making decisions. But the side effect to that was, any time she wanted something, or wanted to express how she really felt...to talk about a desire; she'd lock up for fear that she was going to cross that line again. 

"Ann, I understand. You want to talk about our sex life...but you're worried how I'll react. I'm not going to freak, okay. We've been down this road a little before. I'm glad you want to talk about it...whatever 'it' is. Now, out with it," I said with a laugh.

My words seemed to reassure her, but that didn't stop her from taking another deep breath. And that made me take one too.

"Okay...here goes," she said as we meandered through the valley on the straight, two-lane road. If it wasn't for the mountain terrain in the distance, I could have been fooled into thinking we were in Indiana as we passed mile after mile of farmland, full of crops thriving under the brilliant blue sky. "I want to talk about an idea I have."

"Sure...what is it?" I asked.

"Well, first of all...I'm not going to get upset if you don't want to. And I don't want you to think I have this all figured out, because it's just an idea at this point that I want to talk about. I'm not ALWAYS right, you know!" she said, referring to my habit of telling her she always was. Because, well...she usually always was...at least when it came to our sex life.

So, I said as much. "Okay...not always. But usually."

Ann smiled, and I could see her relax. "I love you, Neil. You always know just what to say."

"I love you too, Ann. Now, what are we talking about...you've got my interest piqued."

"Okay...well, I was thinking about our sex life...big surprise. But more specifically, I've been thinking about what it's going to be like in the future."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, we're going to have a future. Well...you already know that. Actually, I guess what I'm trying to say is that I know how we are now, and I know that how we'll be in the future will be different."

"Really. How do you figure?"

"Because silly...we'll be different. Right now, I can't imagine not wanting to fuck your brains out every single second. But every relationship is like that...and after time, while I know I'll still want to do that, I know it won't be several times a day like it is now. And I'm scared by that."

"Scared? What are you scared about?"

"Because, I know it's not practical to think we're going to have sex two or three times a day for the rest of our lives. I know it may shock you, babe...but there's going to come a time when we're even going not having sex every day, for whatever reason."

"Egad, woman! Stop talking nonsense," I said in mock horror.

Ann reached over and slugged my shoulder. "Stop it...I'm serious. I'm a little worried about this."

I smiled and said, "Ann, I don't think you need to be. You and I both seem to be highly sexed, and from what you've said about your parents, and what I know about mine, I think we both know that's not going to be a problem if heredity has anything to do with it."

"Oh yeah...well I seem to remember my parents saying that their sex life got back to normal AFTER my brother and I moved out. What about you?"

I thought about it for a moment and nodded. "Yeah...now that you mention it, Mom did say that she and Dad held themselves back until after I moved out. In fact, she said that once I moved back, she didn't want to do that anymore. I think she said something about her and Dad just having to be more creative. Although, I seem to have heard them having sex a lot more than I could ever remember when I was a kid. Actually, I'm not sure I remember hearing them as a kid.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 37



"Well, I heard mine. But I also know that from what Mom told me, she would have liked to have been heard a lot more often, and she would have liked to have been a lot louder. But you're Mom...she's got the right idea now. She just got it too late."

"What do you mean?"

"Being more creative. That's what I want to talk about."

"So talk already," I said, trying not to be impatient.

Ann laughed and said, "I know...I ramble when I get nervous.

"There's no reason to be nervous Ann. It's me. We should be able to talk about anything,"

"You're right. Hey...SEE! You were right. It's NOT always me."

~*~*~*~*~*~

I wasn't really sure where we were. I wasn't sure Ann did either. She'd never gotten off the 580 where I told her to, and we were now driving down roads that seemingly went nowhere. But we were getting there fast. Ann's little Honda was zipping down the road, taking curves like a sports car.

Ann was in a heightened state of excitement, brought about by the fact that I'd told her to remove her top entirely once we'd gotten off the interstate that split Altamont Pass. I'll never forget the look she gave me as I told her to do it, or, in her words...MADE her do it. I don't remember any threat, or forcing her to take it off, but the look in her eyes was one of surrender. At least, that's what I determined after studying the Polaroid picture as it developed in my hand. 

We...well...I, was in search of the perfect spot. It was one of those instances in life where you really don't know where you're going, but you know it when you get there. We just hadn't gotten there yet. Ann drove silently, her perky tits gently moving as the car hit the bumps on the road. I couldn't help but stare and smile.

"Please...I can't stand it," Ann said, wanting desperately to rub her clit with her finger and bring on what I could already tell was going to be an incredible orgasm.

"No...and if you don't stop asking...we can wait until tonight."

"God...no!" she said, her head snapping in my direction. She saw my face, and bit her lip nervously, knowing I was serious. I reached out and pulled at her gloss-covered nipple again, stretching it out as I pinched it. "Aggghhh!" she screamed.

I let out a little laugh and said, "Well, if you wouldn't have put so much gloss on, I wouldn't have to grip them so tight to play with them." I reached across her body, and pulled on the left one, twisting it a little, making her wince and scream out louder. "And?" I asked.

"God...it hurts," Ann said as she stared ahead through the windshield.

"AND?" I asked again.

Ann nodded quickly, her body visibly shivering as she made her decision. "Do it again, baby...FUCK...pull them again." I smiled, and I started to reach for her right nipple one more time. "Neil," she said, turning toward me with a wicked grin.

"Yes Anna?"

"Harder please!"

~*~*~*~*~*~

"I was thinking that we could have a rule about frequency," Ann said with a smile as we drove away along the country road.

"Define 'frequency', babe," I said.

"Well, that's kind of what the rule is about. I'm not thinking there's going to be a problem with too much sex. But I want to guard against too little. And so, what I want to do is set aside a day where we guarantee we'll be together every week. And I'm not talking about a time during a day...I'm talking about a DAY."

I was intrigued, and my thoughts raced back to something Ann had said in the driveway in front of her Aunt's house just before we left. Looking at her quizzically, I asked, "Sunday?"

"You remembered," Ann said with a little giggle.

"Well, I remember you saying you wouldn't say no to me, because it's Sunday. But I don't know what that means. You're going to have to give me more to go on than that."

"I was wondering if Sunday works for you, that's all."

"Ann."

"Sorry. I was just thinking that with your work schedule, you know...the switching shift thing. First of all, I know I'm going to do something different...I'm going to get a job that's got better hours so we can see each other more. I think because the hours of your job are going to be so different all the time, our lives are going to kind of revolve around your schedule. Anyway, I want to set aside a day where we have at least one day a week where all we focus on is each other...and I figure that Sunday is the best day, because we would both likely have them off more often than not. What do you think?"

"Well, is it really necessary?" I asked, playing devil's advocate, even though I actually kind of liked the idea. I just wanted to see how much thought she'd really put into it.

"It's not necessary now...but what about 10 years from now? We may be thrilled we thought of this then. And in the meantime, we can have some real fun with it too."

"Does this have anything to do with your comment earlier?"

"What comment was that?" Ann asked.

"The one were you said you wouldn't tell me 'no' today, because it's Sunday."

"Boy...you really DO listen to me," she said with a nervous giggle.

"Hard to believe, since I was staring at your hot body at the time...but yeah, I do listen. And?"

"And you're right again. I suppose we can change it up each week. Maybe have a theme here or there. You know...a fantasy day, or something. I don't really know, because I haven't thought about it that much."

"Bullshit," I said, my eyes peering at her under my half-closed lids as I questioned her. "I don't believe that for a second. You have something in mind and you know it...so stop dragging this out and tell me."

Ann sucked in her breath, and offered a sheepish grin. In fact, she started to blush. "Fine...you're right...AGAIN! I see why this bothers you so much now."

I had to laugh at her statement. "Yes...but I'm just on a roll right now. I'm sure you'll go back to being right again any moment."

"Not this time. And maybe that's the point," she said, her face turning to a pout. And it wasn't a playful one...it was a little more than that. It was an honest reaction to how she was feeling.

"Ann," I said, trying to get her attention, but she was lost in the moment. She was still alert as she signaled to turn off the road we were on and head west toward the interstate. But she didn't hear me call her name. And that made the little dim light bulb go on over my head. "Anna," I said quietly, making Ann's head turn toward me for a brief moment before looking back at the road in front of us.

There was something about me calling Ann 'Anna' that changed not only the mood of a conversation, it changed her demeanor. Her Aunt had called her that the entire time we were there, and I had called her that from time to time when we were involved in a particularly hot, steamy moment; which frankly was difficult to tell from any other moment when we were together. 

Sometimes, I wondered how my brain actually worked. I could forget something really important from time to time, but I could always remember inane trivia that would never come up in a normal conversation. And when it came to something like sex, or just being sexual, and the trappings that surround those things, I rarely forgot a detail. My mental Rolodex started spinning, and I came upon a moment I filed away from months before, when Ann asked me my middle name, and she told me hers was Anna. She'd said something to the effect that she could see 'Anna' and 'Antonio' having a few Latin lover nights. She meant role playing, obviously, but I wondered if there was something more to that. 

Ann's demeanor changed, ever so slightly. I let her gather her thoughts for a moment, convinced that she heard me, and knew I'd not only called her Anna, but that I was waiting for her to speak next. Finally gathering whatever she needed, be it courage, or strength, or nerve, Ann turned to me for a moment; her angelic face brightened by a soft, sexy smile.

"Neil, I was hoping that this could be one of those days."

"What do you mean, Anna? "

Ann smiled wider when I called her by her given name again. "You really do understand me, don't you?"

"To a point. But I'm still in a really hazy area, babe. What's on your mind?"

"I know we've talked about it before. Maybe not to this extent, and maybe you didn't think I was really serious. But it's been on my mind for months."

Ann was right. I was starting to understand her more and more. Her body language; the way she spoke and acted. I was learning her moods the more we were together. The lengthy conversations we'd had on the phone helped, because how she talked before and after I'd help her cum helped me to sort of categorize the moods themselves. Reading between the wide lines she was portraying, I felt I had a pretty good idea of where she was heading with the conversation, at least this time.

"You want me to be in charge, don't you?" I said, trying to help her formulate what she needed to tell me.

Ann got visibly excited. "Yes...oh, yes! You DO understand!"

"Not entirely. But I get it that you want me to tell you what to do...or MAKE you, I guess...isn't that how you put it?"

"Right. I'm not thinking slave, or anything that kinky...although I may want that some day. I just...well..."

"Tell me, Anna...you keep stopping yourself."

"It sounds like I'm whining...and I don't whine!"

"Okay. You don't whine. But you do take forever to tell me what you want. We can't talk about things if you don't actually talk."

"You're right. You're absolutely right, baby. I sometimes have trouble expressing myself. I know that sounds impossible to believe. And sometimes I don't even understand why I get so twisted in my thoughts like this."

"It's guilt."

"What?"

"You thinking this is something that's, let's say...unusual, and there's some kind of stigma that goes along with it. But Anna, we're past all of that. It's me, and I don't care. I'm sure there's going to be some thing that excites me sexually that will have you scratching your head someday...but who cares. We are who we are, and we love each other."

"I'm tired of being in charge all the time!" Ann blurted out, the words coming fast, sounding desperate. The air escaped her lungs as she released whatever it was that was holding her back and I could see the relief in her face.

It didn't seem like that big of a revelation, at least on the surface. But I knew there had to be more than that. "And what, exactly, is that supposed to mean?" I asked, trying to be tender and supportive.

"It's just...I've been on my own for so long. And even though I have Aunt Helen and Uncle Marty out here; and they're great...but I don't live there. I don't even live in their town, anymore. And I've always had pretty good roommates, like Chad and Dana now, who've just been amazing. I love them. But everything that happens in my life, every decision, is up to me. Even at work, I'm in charge. And that's one of the million reasons I'm so thrilled that were getting married; because we can be equals in our marriage and make decisions together. I don't have to do it all by myself anymore."

Ann had been speaking so fast that I worried she was going to hyperventilate, which would have been bad, since she was driving. When she realized I was just going to listen, and I wasn't going to debater her, or interrupt her train of thought, she stopped talking on her own and took another deep breath, taking a brief moment to calm herself.

"You okay?" I asked.

"Yeah. I am now. God I love you Neil," she said. I smiled, and she said, "I know I've said this before, and I know you know it. But just in case, I really want you to tell me what to do...and today seems like as good a day as any, don't you think?"

"Is that what our Sunday's are going to be like?"

"Ooohhh, I never thought of that. I don't know. Maybe. Wow, I just got a little wet."

"You mean you got a little wetter. You've been wet since you met me at the airport."

"Actually, I've been wet since I met you at Matt's. You were such a hunk in those basketball shorts, kicking the asses of all those younger guys. I could watch you play sports all day, baby."

"Anna," I said, and she giggled.

"Sorry; I got sidetracked thinking about that. Well, I don't know. I suppose we could start that way. Or, we could maybe do a monthly schedule if you want. You know, like 'Neil in charge' Sunday one week, and 'Role playing' Sunday the next."

"Latin Lover Sunday?" I asked with a laugh.

"Oh...Fuck!" Ann said, her voice cracking as she shook a little in her seat.

"Yes...I remember, Anna...and I love your imagination. I don't want that to stop, EVER. I want us to be the spontaneous couple that we were in Indiana...well, really, like we are right now too. So I don't want to plan too much. But you have great ideas, and I want to explore whatever you come up with."

"Yeah, but that puts it all on me, doesn't it?" 

"Do you really believe that? I'd like to think that I could come up with things for us to do too. Like the occasional Botanical Garden. Or dancing at a club, or a night on a blanket in a field in the middle of town, making love under the stars," I said, recounting some of the events we shared during our week of courtship.

"Oh...Neil, I can't believe I've been worried about this. What was I thinking!"

"I wasn't with you, Anna. You were out here again, by yourself. And work had to be stressful. But you know what, we're together now...so let it go. And yes, I think it would be a good idea to have a set day, just in case. And Sunday's make sense..."

"Neil?" she said, wondering if I was just going along the ease her fears.

"Yes, baby...it's okay. You know, the more I think about it, the more it makes sense. We'll still be spontaneous. I think that's just who we are together. I can't imagine that ever going away. It's a relationship, so we're both going to have to work at it...but we know what we like right now, and so...I'm not going to fret about that. But the Sundays...I like the idea of having something planned out. If not the details, at least a theme or something. Maybe there's just a 'never leave the bed' Sunday. But I like the thought of a day where we know we'll be together and have something to look forward to."

"Are you...sure?" she asked.

"I am today. Let's find a Semi so you can flash him your wonderful tits!"

"What! Neil!"

"What? You're the one that wants me to make you do things. And in case you didn't know it, this is 'Neil's in charge' Sunday!"

~*~*~*~*~*~

Even though I was 'in charge', it wasn't like I was barking out orders. In fact, it was Ann's idea to put on the lip gloss, not only applying it to her lips, but on her nipples and areolas too. But she made it clear she wasn't interested in being my slave; or anything dark like that. At least, she said not yet. I wondered if that meant there would ever come a time where we would, and if I could handle it. I wondered if she really could, for that matter. It was an odd, erotic thought that quickly swept through my brain as I contemplated the possibilities. But I stuffed it away for another time. 

That didn't mean that my 'directing' her didn't come with some elements of that particular sexual bent. Most telling was that Ann was indicating that she needed me to be more physical with her, much like that first night we were back together at Sonya's. Ann wanted her sex rougher then, and every indication I was getting at the moment was she wanted to be manhandled now as well. 

I started with a light slap on Ann's thigh, just to let her know I was there. She yelped, but she bit her lip and let me know she approved. That led to my yanking on her nipples, twisting them and pulling them. The lip gloss only added to the experience. I couldn't get a very good grip at first, and yet, it seemed right. I wasn't out to hurt her. I only wanted to play with her, so it kept us from getting too out of control while we were still driving. 

I also told Ann she couldn't touch herself. I told her that was my job. And I was amazed at how something as seemingly benign as that got to her. It was like telling someone they were near poison ivy, and even though then never touched it, they started to itch. Telling Ann she couldn't touch her pussy made her wild, wanting; asking...even begging me to let her frig herself to a quick, needed release. The more we drove, the harder it was for her to sit still.

And after that fateful moment when Ann toyed with a truck driver, I knew I needed to get her somewhere where we would at least be safe. I loved it that she was exposed, but the farther we went, both in distance, and in sexually charging Ann, the more dangerous it was going to get. I started looking for a place to get off so that Ann could...get off.

~*~*~*~*~*~

The gigantic white towers were calling to me, the blades of the turbines seemingly motioning to me as they turned from the currents soaring over the mountain. I'd never seen anything like it. Hundreds, maybe even thousands of huge white windmills dotted the landscape on both sides of the interstate as we followed the natural pass in the mountain range. Not only did they call to me, the inspired me.

I had asked Ann to exit, and we turned to the right, heading down a road on the north side of the interstate. Being a Sunday, there weren't a lot of people around. In fact, the land around us was pretty much barren, in both population and plant life. Yet, the mountains were so beautiful, and the fact that Ann and I were seemingly alone was also awesome. Still, I was looking for the perfect spot to make sure we'd be left to ourselves.

I finally found it after we'd been off the highway for about fifteen minutes. We'd taken a side road off of a side road, driving south, back down toward the interstate. There, looming on the top of a large foothill, were seven identical windmills, all in a line perpendicular to the highway below. Ann knew we'd found the right spot before I even said anything, the car sort of steering itself as she got excited. We were heading toward the last tower, which was built near the edge of a bluff. And at the edge, there was a steady decline down toward the valley where the interstate was running, about a mile or so away.

I pointed to where Ann was already driving, and said, "There. Park in that spot behind the second to last one." I wanted Ann to hide the car from the direction we'd come from so it wouldn't be seen. It was also out of view from the interstate, since it was a good distance from the last windmill, and even further to the edge where the crest of the hill started its steady decline. 

Ann parked the car and looked at me, wondering what I had in store for her. I just flashed her a naughty smile and got out, walking to the back to open the hatch. I pulled out the horse blanket, and as I did, I looked through the car toward Ann, fidgeting in the driver's seat. She held her hands tight to the steering wheel, her knuckles white from the grip, fearful that she'd cave to the desires she had to fuck herself with her hand.

"Anna, did you bring Antonio with you?"

"You mean little Neil," she said looking over her shoulder. I nodded and she said, "He's in the side pocket of my make up bag."

I pulled the large rubber dildo and walked around the side of the car with the horse blanket hanging over my arm. Opening Ann's door, she looked up at me with a nervous smile. 

"Ready," I asked.

"No, but I'm guessing that doesn't matter now."

"Having second thoughts?"

Ann shook her head slowly. "No, but that doesn't mean that I'm not a little scared."

I reached out my hand and Ann took it as she sexily turned her body, lifting her legs and putting them onto the brown grass. Helping her to her feet, I brought Ann into my right arm held her tight, kissing her with as much passion as I could muster. As our lips separated, I said, "Isn't that the point?"




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 38



Ann lifted up the 'horse cock' blanket, as she called it, and peered underneath. She knew the answer before she looked. But she wanted to look anyway. Turning toward me as I drove down the interstate, she smiled.

"So...where are my clothes, baby?" she asked.

I smiled back and said, "I liked the way you looked. If you want them, they're on the floor behind you."

Ann looked behind her, seeing them neatly stacked like they were ready to be put into a dresser. "You folded them?" 

"Yeah. They were just thrown on the seat...I didn't want them to get wrinkled. Why?"

"You folded them! Holy shit! You're making me wet again, baby."

"It's not that big a deal, Anna," I said, unsure why she was portraying it like I was some kind of superhero.

"I'm not making fun, Neil. You're so amazing. You just don't know how rare that is...and it IS a big deal, at least to me. It also makes you that much more sexy to me!"

"Well, I think you're overreacting just a little, Anna."

"You're still calling me Anna?" she asked, evident in her voice that she really was surprised.

"Of course. It's still Sunday, and you're still naked. You're Anna the rest of the day, which means you're mine," I said. My heart jumped a little when I said it...amazed that I was with such an incredible woman. And that made me realize why something as simple as folding her clothes seemed to not only to be such a huge event to her, but it actually turned her on. 

Ann leaned over and kissed my cheek, her perfect breasts popping out from underneath the blanket. "I'm yours every day, baby. And I couldn't be happier." As she sat back in her seat, she didn't bother to cover up. Instead, she tilted her seat back and lowered the blanket, kicking it to the floor. Putting on her sunglasses, she smiled.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"I'm pretending to sleep. You want me naked; there's no sense covering up."

"So you're..."

"I'm yours, baby. Do whatever you want with me."

~*~*~*~*~*~

It was a page out of my recent past. Ann seemed to pass out as a final result of me fucking her on the crest of the hillside we were on. Well, I'm not sure she actually passed out. It was more like she was exhausted from the experience, and her body just shut down. She was asleep, her limp frame stuck in an overtly sexual position. 

I, on the other hand, was wide-awake with a raging erection and no place to put it. Actually, there was a place to put it. A couple...but that was the problem. 

It didn't help that Ann's perfect ass was staring at me, her well used cunt still slick from her orgasms; her labia salaciously split wide as if it was inviting me to dive back in. But fucking Ann was never an option. I could have, and she likely wouldn't have cared. But I knew it wasn't right to fuck her while she was out of it, and really, it never crossed my mind. It was what it was. And frankly, while I was hard and horny, I was okay with it. Seeing Ann in such a peaceful state, I melted a little. She was an angel...MY angel. 

Not only would it have been wrong to do anything sexual with her, it seemed wrong to even wake her. So I didn't. Instead, I just lifted her up and put her in the passenger seat. I thought about dressing her, but my devious mind quickly thought of Tina and our trip on the plane. She'd passed out, literally, and our stewardess Rachel and I couldn't wake her...and she was too limp to get her clothes back on in time. So, we covered her with a blanket, still naked.

I didn't bother to put Ann's shoes on like Rachel did to Tina. Instead, I got her buckled in, and then I rummaged through the glove compartment looking for a map. I knew Ann's address, so all I needed was something to guide me and get me close. There was a little map of the county and town she lived in among several others that I ignored. In just a couple of minutes, I felt confident I'd find Chad and Dana's house without a problem. So much so that I put the map away, and I started the car.

I drove back up the the dirt access road that had led us down to the windmills, and turned onto the winding road to nowhere that we'd traveled on from the interstate. But instead of back tracking my way to the exit we'd gotten off at, I turned left and continued west, knowing I'd eventually find my way back to I-580. I'd always loved taking roads I'd never been on to see where they'd lead. I had a keen sense of direction, and a pretty good handle on geography, so I never worried about getting lost. Twenty minutes later, Ann and I were back on the interstate, long before she finally roused from her orgasm-induced slumber. 

~*~*~*~*~*~

Ann sat up straight in her seat, a look of horror on her face. The shock of what I just told her affected her in a greater way than I could have imagined. All I'd done was confirm what she'd just discovered, and she was upset. Really upset.

"Oh my God...you're serious, aren't you!" she said, her hand covering her mouth.

"Well, yeah. But it's really no big deal. Calm down."

"Neil...I'm so sorry! W...why didn't you say something?"

I let out a little chuckle. "Anna, it's okay. Besides, it's not like you could have done anything about it."

Ann had been teasing me as we drove toward her home. Well, towards Chad and Dana's home, where she happened to live. Ann didn't consider it her home, since they owned it and she simply paid them rent for a room to stay in. She'd commented to me the she sometimes felt more like a houseguest, and there was never a sense of real belonging. Every other place she had lived, she shared rent with other people. This was the first time she'd lived with people that owned the house, and that somehow made it different to Ann.

Her reasoning was understandable. When someone owns a place, and you live there, it's never yours. Ann felt like she was just there, borrowing space from friends who loved her enough to reach out and offer a place to stay when circumstances in her life changed once she realized her ex-boyfriend Ray was never going to be 'the one'. She had to move out of the place she had been living, because Ray lived on the next block. Ann kept running into the girl Ray chose, and it was too much for her to deal with. 

Chad was a friend of Ray's. Apparently, he'd been a good friend at one time. But when a line in the sand was drawn, and Chad had to make what was ultimately a final choice of whether to side with his longtime friend Ray, or with Ann, who was a longtime friend of Dana, he chose Ann.

And that spoke volumes. For a guy to throw away a friendship from college because he knew that friend had been a prick to Ann was amazing to me. It spoke not only for his love of Dana, whom I'm sure influenced the decision at least a little, but it also said just how bad the situation was to realize that Ann was the one who got hurt. To take on the extra burden of offering a place to live...I couldn't wait to meet Chad. Stand up guys like that are not all that common. It made me think of Matt, who'd stood up for me early and often in my battle with my ex. 

The closer to the house we got, the more Ann teased me. She was playing with herself, turning her lower body to get me to look at her beautiful tanned pussy as she slowly dipped her fingers inside. She would lick her fingers, or pull at her nipples...not to mention flash any trucker I happened to pass along the way. The more we drove, the bolder she got. And the bolder she got, the more it was driving me wild.

Ann reached over and played with my cock through my shorts for a moment, and smiled. "I can't believe how hard you get, baby."

"Me either. But I'm sure you have everything to do with that," I said as I tried to concentrate on my driving. 

"Yeah, I suppose I do," she giggled. "But still, I love the fact that you seem to get hard all the time for me. Look at you. I just had one of the most intense sexual experiences I've ever had in my life, and you're up and ready to go for me again!"

"It really was amazing, wasn't it," I said, thinking back at how incredibly hot Ann looked as I fucked her on that mountain.

Ann smiled. But as she rubbed my cock, her smile turned ever so slightly; until it changed from one of pure happiness, to one mixed with bewilderment. She looked puzzled, and she reached down to her pussy again, dipping her fingers deep inside. But she wasn't doing it to pleasure herself. Ann was searching, like she'd misplaced her keys or something. Pulling them out, she reached farther beneath her, touching her ass. Then she sat up with a start.

"Neil?"

"Yes, lover?" I said with a song in my voice, inspired by the 'Journey's Greatest Hits' cassette Ann had jamming on her car stereo. "Lovin', Touchin', Squeezin'" was playing, and I was thinking about doing all those things again to Ann.

Ann was looking at the car seat between her legs, when she quickly looked up at me and said, "I seem to be empty."

Her statement amused me, and I said, "Emotionally?"

"No...physically. Where did you cum? Did you cum on me and clean it up?"

"I didn't," I said with a shrug.

"You didn't...what?"

"I didn't cum."

Ann's face contorted, reacting like I was speaking a foreign language and she couldn't figure out what I was trying to say. "What did you say?" she asked. My face did a twist of its own, and Ann heard my unspoken expression perfectly. "Oh my God...you're serious, aren't you!" she said, her hand covering her mouth.

"Well, yeah. But it's no big deal. Calm down."

"Neil...I'm so sorry! W...why didn't you say something?"

"Anna, it's okay. Besides, it's not like you could have done anything about it."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you kind of...fell asleep."

"So...you could have just kept fucking me until you came."

"No offense babe, but fucking you while you're lifeless like that wouldn't have been very thrilling to me. And I have more respect for you than to just use you like you're some kind of whore just so I can get off."

"Neil, I know you don't think that way of me. But I told you, I'm yours to use, especially today. Why didn't you finish?"

"Geez, Anna, you're really upset about this. I'm sorry. It just never occurred to me to continue without you, and that's what it would have felt like."

Ann buried her face in her hands as she leaned back into the reclined passenger seat. Taking a deep breath, she put her hands to her sides and stared at the dome light above her head. "You should have just fucked me," she said quietly.

"Anna, that's silly. I would never force myself on you."

Ann smirked and said, "Well, I hope that's not true. There are times a girl likes to be taken, as long as the mood is right and it's with someone she loves."

I shook my head a little at her revelation, but recovered quickly enough to say, "Okay, but I'm sure when you're sleeping, or out of it, or whatever you were...that isn't one of those times."

"Oh really? What makes you say that?" she said, almost defiantly.

I didn't expect that response, and it showed with I took a deep breath. "Okay...there's obviously more going on here than what you're letting on. Please, tell me what this is really all about."

Ann didn't beat around the bush like she normally did. She looked at me and said, "I'm disappointed, baby. I really feel a little let down."

"I let YOU down?"

"A little...yes. And I KNOW I let you down."

"I'm really confused right now, Ann," I said, suddenly forgetting to call her Anna. It wasn't deliberate, but it wasn't lost on her.

"I guess our Sunday is over, huh?"

"What?"

"You called me Ann. I'm sure that means something."

"Actually, no, it doesn't. Sorry for that, and for letting you down, and for not fucking you when I was worried about you."

"Why were you worried about me? Because you gave me such an amazing orgasm that I went a little loopy?" 

"I've never had that happen before, Ann."

"Sure you have. You told me you did that to Tina a couple of times. Hell, you left her in her shop the night you got home from your trip."

"Okay, you're right. But I stopped fucking her."

"Yes. You also came!"

"Why are we arguing over me having an orgasm?" I asked staring at the road ahead. We were passing a truck at the time, and the driver pulled the string connected to his air horn as he ogled Ann. 

The loud blast startled her, and she turned around as saw him staring with a lecherous smile on his face. Ann immediate got even angrier and yelled out her open window. "So, you want to fuck me...well, here, fuck you too!" she snapped, flipping him off before turning and reaching behind her seat to grab her clothes. Much to my dismay, she started getting dressed.

"Anna..."

"Don't call me Anna right now, Neil. Don't spoil it, okay...please!"

"Spoil what?"

"Our moment, back on the mountain."

"I'm not trying to spoil anything. I'm trying to understand why you're so angry all of a sudden."

"I'm not angry. I'm upset."

"What's the difference?"

"Neil, you're a very smart man. Don't tell me I need to get you a dictionary," she said, giving me a hint of a smile as she lifted her hips to put her miniskirt back on.

"Fine. Why are you so upset?"

"I'm upset because you didn't fuck me."

"I'm pretty sure I fucked you, Ann. That's what made you pass out in the first place."

"No...I mean you didn't fuck me AFTER I passed out."

"I already told you...I have too much respect for you. I didn't want you to feel..."

"I know...like a slut! And I understand that. But..."

"I didn't say slut."

"Slut...whore, what's the difference," she said.

Ann and I had actually discussed that before, when talking about my ex. But her recent comment was on my mind, so I tried to lighten the mood a little. "Ann, you're a very smart woman. But I have this dictionary someone I love gave me...perhaps you'd like to borrow it."

Ann laughed, and that made me laugh. It was a good laugh, breaking the tension. Finally, she said, "Fine...I'm a whore then."

"I didn't say that either," I said, raising my finger to make my point.

"I know. But did it ever occur to you that I wanted to be?" 

"You want to be a whore?" I asked, not believing my ears.

"No...I don't want to be 'A' slut or 'A' whore. I wanted to be YOUR slut and YOUR whore. Do I have to hit you over the head to get you to see that? I said I'm yours, and that you can use me any way you want."

"Ann, I don't understand."

"That's because I figured you'd read between the lines, and I just didn't communicate well enough, I guess." I was as disheartened as Ann seemed to be. We'd had such a great read on each other up to that point, that to totally miscommunicate and have it lead to where we were, was upsetting. Still, she picked us up quickly, saying, "It's okay, baby. It was bound to happen eventually."

"What?"

"A miscommunication. We weren't going to go forever without this happening. And it's going to happen again...I just shouldn't get upset about it when things don't pan out exactly like I'd hoped."

"Well, you could have just told me exactly what you wanted, right?"

"No...because I don't want to have to say it. And actually, that would be worse. I like the mystery of you and me trying to feel each other out. You know, sense what each other is thinking or needing. But I also have to be fair and not overreact when things aren't just how I want them. You're close so many times that I have to stop being so anal about that."

"Nothing wrong with anal," I said with a smile.

"Not your kind of anal!" she cackled as she finished putting her top back on, getting it just the way she wanted it.

"Well, it's not just you Ann...there are two of us, and I could stop overreacting too. But just for clarification, you know...to get us through the rest of the day, how about just telling me what you expected."

"I told you, I wanted to be your slut. And I guess I just kind of got upset because I wasn't dripping with your cum. To be honest, I was more upset that I didn't notice it sooner. I love that feeling."

"That's it?"

"No. I meant what I said about being used. I think it would have been incredible to be fucked back awake."

"Seriously?" I asked.

"What, you never dreamed of some hot girl waking you up with a blowjob, or riding your big cock to get your morning started? Women have fantasies too, you know."

Ann didn't have to tell me that. I'd never met a woman that had a more active sexual imagination than she had. Some of the things she'd come up with boggled my mind, to the point that I loved the mystery about her. And it was that mystery that Ann was looking for. She didn't want me to tell her what I was going to do, and she didn't want to have to spell out every detail of what she wanted. She wanted to plant a seed, and then be surprised by what happened next. Sure, she fell into the trap of being upset that things didn't go exactly as she wanted. But a big part of that was my fault. I'd been worried about taking things too far. It never occurred to me that I might not be taking them far enough.

"Okay...but you need to promise that you'll tell me if I DO go too far," I said as we pulled off the interstate near Ann's town. 

Waiting at a red light to turn, Ann smiled and said, "I promise." She reached for her thong, which was swaying back and forth from the rearview mirror.

Gently grabbing Ann's wrist, I smiled. "Not yet Anna. It's still Sunday." Ann let out a gleeful little squeal as I reached over and felt her bare pussy.

"Do I need to get undressed again?" she asked, biting her lip nervously.

"Not right now, lover. We're going to be at your house soon, aren't we?"

"You mean Chad and Dana's?"

"No...it's your house too, Anna."

"Well, not really. They just..."

"Anna, I know they own it. But your mail is delivered there. All your things are there. You sleep there...and I know that you pay money to live there. So, in my view, it's your house too. But in case there was any doubt, we'll make it official tonight."

"And just how are you going to do that?" she asked.

"I'm going to make love to you there."

~*~*~*~*~*~

Ann was excited that we'd gotten past the little tiff we had, if you could call it that, and that we were looking at having some more fun to finish out our first 'Sunday' together. And if we stuck to the plan we'd discussed earlier in the day, Sunday was going to be a day we'd both be looking forward to every week. Ann was making comments about me 'taking' her as soon as we got to the stylish modern California ranch. But as we pulled onto the street, she saw not just one car parked in the driveway; there were two.

"Shit!" Ann said, obviously upset again.

"What?"

"They're home."

"Who?"

"Chad and Dana...and the girls."

"And that surprises you?"

"Actually, yeah. They must have gone to pick up the girls early."

"Oh...from the girl's dad?"

"Yeah. He's an ass...alcoholic. But Dana deals with it pretty well. Having Chad helps a lot. It was a whole big mess for a long time, but it's a lot better now. Still, they usually don't go get the girls until about 8 on the weekends he has them."

I looked at my watch, and it was a little before eight. But I'd never changed it from my time zone. So it was just before 5 o'clock Pacific time. Looking back at Ann, I sensed her agitation. "What's wrong?"

"Well...Chad and Dana usually leave early and spend the afternoon kicking around together before they go get the girls. But they're already home."

"So?"

"So! I was hoping we'd have the house to ourselves. I knew we should have come home yesterday."

"Why? Didn't we have a good time so far today...and last night?"

Ann smiled. "Yeah...you're right. I'm just frustrated because you haven't cum yet."

"Geez, babe...if anyone should be saying that, it's me. And I'm okay with it."

"Well, I hope you don't mind, but...I'm not. Go past the house and take a left."




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 38



"What? Why?"

"Because...I didn't get up today and dress like this for nothing. In my mind, I'm supposed to be...well, let's just say I was hoping to feel it, not just look it."

"So, where are we going?"

"Just drive. I have an idea."

I smiled. Even though it was 'Neil in charge' Sunday, I had enough sense to know it was not only foolish to try and talk Ann out of what she wanted at that point, it was stupid. It was another instance where I just needed to shut up and trust her.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Ann had pulled out my cock, and was busy giving me a glorious blowjob as I drove toward her secret destination. She had unbuckled, and was on her knees on her seat as she bent over my lap. She didn't try to deep throat me, instead concentrating on the head. I looked down to see her lips, coated with a fresh application of her glitter gloss, as they pulled ever so slowly over my shaft. 

It was a wet, sloppy blowjob, full of soft kisses and the occasional playful bite with her bright white teeth. In between, she gave me verbal directions, never looking up from her work. She had an amazing sense of where we were, and where we were going. But that didn't stop me from wondering.

"Where are we going?" I asked for the fourth or fifth time.

"There are a lot of cops in this town," she sighed as she reluctantly pulled off my cock, stroking the slick head with the palm of her hand. "We're going somewhere where we can fuck in the car in broad daylight and not have to worry about that."

~*~*~*~*~*~

Ann was kissing my neck as she slowly ground her pussy up and down over my rigid cock. I was so hard, my cock felt just like it did when Martina, the company nurse of at the new plant I was going to be working at, had put some stimulation cream on me just before I fucked Carol in the exam room at the Hospital. But as odd at that experience had been; the fact that Ann was fucking me in her car seemed even stranger...and a lot more dangerous.

I was laying back, the driver's seat reclined as far as it would go. My shirt was open, pushed down toward my sides; the result of Ann unbuttoned the last two buttons. Even though I'd gotten naked with her on the mountainside, I'd simply slipped the shirt over my shoulders. I never bothered with the buttons. But Ann wanted to feel my skin as she moved her hips in a tantalizingly passive manner.

My shorts were down around my ankles. Ann had opened them up and stripped me when we finally parked the car. I was nervous at first, but once her shiny lips were back on my cock and she swallowed my entire shaft, I forgot about where we were, and happily let her do what she was determined to do anyway. 

But the resumption of the sloppy hummer Ann had been giving me was just a prelude, and soon after, she lifted herself over my body. Grasping my slick shaft in her small, soft fingers, she fed my cock into waiting cunt, and slowly sank down until we were joined together in the most wonderful way possible.

"God you make me feel so full," Ann said as she fell forward, kissing me.

"You make me feel loved," I said as I bucked my hips up a little.

Ann smiled and patted my chest. "Relax, lover. I'm doing all the work this time."

As I laid there and let Ann fuck me, I reached up under her loose top and played with her tits, which were gently swaying as she rocked back and forth. While I'm sure it wasn't planned, I realized Ann's clothes were an inspired choice. It was the same sexy outfit she referred to when she said she didn't get up and get dressed like she had for no reason, and it had turned me on so much all day long. But now it suddenly provided additional benefits. The spandex skirt was stretched tightly against her body, but it kept her covered. And the loose top let me play with her wonderful tits, while keeping her upper body discreetly hidden.

Not that Ann cared. She could have been totally naked, and she would have been just as happy, if not more so. She was grinding her hips, making long, smooth movements up and down on my shaft. Her eyes were closed as she dug her fingernails into my chest a little. I moved my hands down Ann's body, and gripped her ass, pulling her cheeks wider as I dug my own nails gently into her skin underneath her skirt.

Ann let out a growl, and she tried to move up...but her lower back was pinned by the steering wheel. And being a low frills car, she didn't have the tilt wheel option for me to move it. Resigned to the plight she was in, Ann leaned back down, resting her head against my chest, kissing my cheek as she kept moving and grinding on my lap. 

I'd fucked in tight quarters before, and always found the experience to be good, but never great. Just having sex was almost always enough to make it good. But being cramped for room seemed to have drawbacks that took away from what would normally be an incredible experience. Yet with Ann, fucking like we were fucking brought us closer in more than just a physical sense. I loved the feeling of being on forced together, holding on tight as we ground against each other. On the other hand, because we were in such a small space, it was making it hard for Ann to cum. 

Ann's body went rigid, and she began licking my ear as she panted. "I'm so close baby...do something to help me get off."

I was limited in my options. It wasn't like I could flip her over and start hammering away. And having her sit up enough so that I could suck or bite at her nipples wasn't possible either. Gripping at her ass tighter, Ann squirmed and let out a low moan that told me I was on the right track. I reached below with my right hand, finding some natural lube against the base of my cock. Coating my finger, I quickly wormed it deep into Ann's ass and I pulled at her right cheek to give me room.

"Oh...yes! That's it lover...I'm so close!"

Ann fell down on my shaft and held herself still for a second as I fucked my finger back and forth into her ass. It didn't seem like much, but it was enough to start Ann on her way. She began humping me with more energy; rolling her hips in a circular motion that made my cock feel like it was a piston rod that was riding along a camshaft. Ann became the perfect engine, cranking away as she increased her RPM's.

"More!" she demanded, and at first I wasn't sure what she meant. But she lifted her face off my chest and I saw the desire in her eyes. Moving my index finger next to my middle one, it jammed inside Ann's tight ass as she slammed backwards at the bottom of her stroke. "Uunnnn!" she grunted, her eyes snapping shut as her face fell back to my chest. 

A wistful smile appeared on Ann's face, and she continued fucking me, growing ever closer to her orgasm, but she still hadn't really gone off yet. I moved a third finger toward her back hole, which was starting to loosen up as Ann relaxed. I pulled her cheek wider, and Ann went wild, to the point that the car was starting to rock along with us. I glanced over at the parking brake to make sure I'd sent it. When I did, I noticed something lying on the floor behind the passenger seat. I smiled, and quickly reached over to grab it.

"NO!" Ann said, her head snapping up since I'd reached using the hand I had been fucking her ass with. "Neil...please...put them back! I'm so close!" she begged. Then she felt the tip of her rubber cock as I placed it against her the tiny hole. "Nooooooooo!" she said, low and deep, her eyes growing wider, but her smile lighting up.

"Yeesssss," I said softly as I pushed the head farther between her crack. 

Ann fucked harder, but contradicted that action by saying, "I can't...it's too much with your cock in my pussy."

"Yes you can, Anna," I said, holding wrist firm as she slammed back again. "It's Sunday, remember?"

On her next thrust down over my shaft, the head of the dildo popped past Ann's anal ring, and she bit into my shoulder as she let out a deep whine. She kept fucking my shaft as I held the dildo still, just the head inside her. I wasn't sure she was ready for two thick cocks either. Just having that head of the dildo stuffed in her ass stretched her enough that I could feel it against my cock through the thin wall of her pussy, and that made Ann start cumming hard. 

"OH FUCK! I'M CUMMING!" she said as she flooded my crotch, shaking violently as she continued to move up and down on my shaft. 

The powerful way she was fucking me had me close to joining her. Ann pussy was tighter than ever, her lower body being filled more than it ever had. She leaned down, sounding desperate as she whispered into my ear. "Please baby...cum for me. I need you to cum inside me so bad." 

It turned out to be an innocent flick of her tongue against my earlobe that actually made my pelvis lurch upward as I started spurting, sending my sperm deep inside Ann's quivering pussy, giving her what she asked for. Actually, she had been begging for it. 

"OH...DAMN!" I said as my balls emptied, aching from the force my seed left my cock. Ann started giggling as she felt me filling her, and I rammed the cock in my hand just a fraction deeper into her ass. She let out a little scream and collapsed on top of me. 

I let go of the dildo, leaving it inside her as I hugged her, kissing her tenderly on her temple. She turned her face and kissed me, which turned into a long, wonderful necking session. My cock stayed hard inside Ann for what seemed like forever, from her kissing and the slow grinding she continued long after we both came.

"Wanna go again?" she asked playfully. I wanted to say yes, but Ann beat me to the answer, saying, "You're right. We've taken a big enough chance. Besides, I think it's close to their shift change. Cars are going to be rolling in here any minute. We really should go."

I humped my cock deep into pussy one last time and said, "Are you sure?"

Ann smiled and said, "No...you're in charge. If you want to do it again..."

Just then, we both heard a car drive behind use and pull around to the other side of the building. Ann held still, waiting for me to give her an answer. I honestly think she would have done it all over again, based on how she was acting and the look on her face. She was biting her lip again; all nervous and cute at the same time. She was looking at me...to me...to tell her it was time to stop. And while my cock was still mostly hard, and I loved her willingness to do what I wanted, I knew we had already taken a big enough chance. 

I reached up and tilted the rear view mirror so that I could see out the back window from my position. Seeing the back of the car, I shook my head and said, "No, I think we REALLY need to go." 

Ann laughed and lifted herself off my cock, but not before asking, "Do you want to pull this out of my ass, or do you want me to do it?" My impish smile gave me away, and Ann said, "Orrrrr...should I keep it there for now?"

I nodded and said, "Yea...I think you need to fuck yourself with it until we get back to your place."

Ann's body shuddered a little, but she said, "Anything you say, baby," before she moved carefully back over to her seat and buckled up as another car passed behind us. I was busy pulling up my shorts, and I moved quickly to get myself decent. I never bothered to button up my shirt at that point, content to buckle, readjust my seat and the mirror, and start the car. 

"I can't believe we just did that," I said to Ann as I backed out of the parking space. The look on her face was illuminating, full of life and love. She had her right foot up on the dashboard as she slowly stroked her dildo in and out of her back door. 

"I know. Me either," she said, winking at me.

~*~*~*~*~*~

"That's six, Anna. My God...why didn't you tell me there were so many?"

"I did tell you."

"You just said there were a lot. You weren't specific."

"I didn't know I had to be. A lot is a lot! Besides, if I had told you something more specific, you never would have done it. And you can't tell me there wasn't an added little thrill of fucking me there. I know I felt it!"

I grinned sheepishly and nodded. "Yeah...you were amazing."

"I know," she said, laughing at her comment.

Yet, another police car passed us going in the opposite direction we were traveling. It was just before 6 o'clock, and we were less than a mile from the municipal parking lot we'd just fucked in; smack in the middle of downtown in the quaint village that Ann lived in. 

"That's seven," I said, shaking my head as I looked at the cop driving by us as he headed toward the police station.

"Yeah...but there are just as many that will be coming from the West Side of town. I think there are something like fifteen on each shift...the cop to civilian ratio is really high."

"There are fifteen cops on each shift?"

"Give or take...yeah. Why?"

"And you decide you want to fuck me in the parking lot of the police station...I still can't believe we just did that. What in the world possessed you to think of going there?"

"I told you, the town if full of cops. The patrol all over town...which is one of the reasons I like living here. But if you want to avoid them, you have to go where they aren't going to be. And during their shift, the last place you're likely going to find one patrolling is at the police station."

"So there are never cops downtown?"

"Sure there are. There were some inside, I'm sure. But the odds were in our favor, and as it turns out, I was right, wasn't I?"

"Yes...you're always right," I kidded. "In fact, I think we played it too safe. We should have sex somewhere much more dangerous next time."

Ann laughed, still slowly grinding the fake cock in and out of her tight ass. "Really? What do you have in mind?"

"I dunno," I said with a shrug. "There's got to be a Dunkin' Donuts around here somewhere."

~*~*~*~*~*~

As we were turning to head down the street to her house, Ann suddenly froze. She didn't say anything, but I knew something was suddenly wrong. I instinctively pulled over to the side of the road, and parked.

"You okay, babe?" I asked.

Ann sat stiffly, and put her foot down, which had ridden on the dashboard the entire time we'd casually moved along the city streets. She also stopped playing with the dildo, her hand gripping it tightly. Staring straight ahead through the windshield, she said, "Huh?"

"Are you okay?"

"The kids," she said, cold and edgy. It was like a line out of some horror movie.

"What about them?"

Ann turned to me, her face etched with concern. "Neil...I've...never been like this around them."

"Like what?"

Her eyes widened, and she gave me the 'I can't believe you just asked me that' look. Like me, her sarcasm came to the surface. Moving her hands up and down like a scale trying to find balance, she said, "I don't know...could it be the cum dripping out of my pussy, or the dildo sticking out of my ass?" 

I had to smile. "Okay. You can take the dildo out of your ass."

"That's not what I meant," she said, but that didn't stop her from quickly removing it.

"Then what DID you mean?"

"Chad and Dana know me. They know all about us...everything. But I've never brought a man home before. And while I know they've talked to the girls about you, I know they don't know Aunt Ann can be like I was earlier...well, all day today, really."

"And?"

"Neil, I know it's Sunday...but..."

"Say no more. I'll get your jeans," I said and I unbuckled and turned around to reach for her suitcase. I unzipped the top of the suitcase and pulled out her neatly folded jeans she'd worn from the day before. 

"I'll make it up to you baby," she said as I handed her the tight Levi's. Ann slipped off her cute little skirt and handed it back to me. I was putting it away when I saw her arm move toward the rear view mirror.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Getting my..."

"No underwear. It's still Sunday...and I like it better when you're without panties anyway."

"But I just told you, I've got cum dripping out of me, and..."

"And yesterday, you said you didn't have a problem with cum on the inside of your jeans."

"What?"

"Yesterday. You licked up the cum off the saddle, remember? And you said the reason you did it was because you didn't mind cum on the inside of your jeans, but you didn't want it on the outside."

"Oh...yeah," she said, her face turning a little red to go along with her bashful grin.

"Oh...yeah," I said, mocking her tone. "So...since you wanted to be a slut for me so bad, you can still feel like one, and the kids will never know."

"God...you make me so hot," Ann said, reaching up and pulling my neck toward her. She gave me a long, sexy kiss, before slipping her jeans on over her feet and lifting her hips as she struggled to pull them up her legs. 

"Need a crowbar?" I asked, watching her try and get the taut denim over her hips.

"The only thing that long and hard that's getting between me and these jeans will be your cock, baby," Ann said with a grunt, as she finally got them in place and buttoned them.

I chucked and said, "Do you want a T-shirt too?"

"No...I've worn this top before...I just have it tied a lot tighter. Besides, I don't want to change my personality too much. The last thing I want to do is end up like what's her name."

"What's who's name?"

"The mother you...fucked. With Tina?"

"Carol? She's not a mother," I said, teasing her.

"Not Carol...I know who Carol is. The other one, at the hotel." I started to say something, but my smile gave it away, and Ann said, "Not Tammy either...the mother!"

"Melody," I said, saying it like I was stating her name for the record.

"Yes...Melody. I don't want to become like her and shy away from who I really am inside just because of children being in my life."

"They're not even your kids, Anna."

"No, but they call me Aunt Ann. By the way, you're an Uncle now."

"Cool!" I said, amazed at the sudden change of subject, only to be thrown back into the original train of thought we'd been on.

"Yeah, it is. Anyway, they may not be mine, but I still need to act responsible. I want to be me, but I also want to respect them, and Chad and Dana."

"What does that mean, exactly?"

"I'm really not sure, because you're here. It was pretty easy when we were apart. I guess it means I need to be mindful, but not so cautious that it defines me, or us for that matter." 

As odd as it seemed, I knew exactly what she meant. And I loved the fact that even before we were married, and long before we'd even think about having children of our own other than talking about it, Ann wanted to make sure she looked at our entire life together in a big picture view. 

We'd talked on the phone extensively about Melody, and what she and Kyle must have gone through to fight to get there sexual life back the way they wanted it to be. But it took Tina and I and a strange twist of fate to bring all of that together for them. If they'd never stopped by that park at the exact time I was fucking Tina, they would have still been a sexually repressed and frustrated couple, in what might sooner or later become an unhappy marriage. 

Ann was already fighting to avoid the conservative malaise that our budding marriage could become if we eventually succumbed to the pressures that normal society places on new parents. And I knew I needed to join her in that fight. I had no intention of becoming Kyle, and having to hope for a miracle like the one Tina and I provided him and Melody. I wanted no part of hoping to reclaim a lost sex life that both Ann and I wanted. We were both going to bust our ass for each other to make sure we didn't lose it to begin with.

"So, are we good to go now?" I asked Ann, who was checking out her look in the rear view mirror to make sure she looked presentable.

"Yeah...but can you at least pack these in my suitcase?" she said, flicking the thong hanging dangling down, making it sway back and forth. 




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 38



"You know...I don't think so. I think that's being a little too cautious. Don't you?" I said as I put the car back in gear.

Ann smirked at me. "You're going to make me do this, aren't you?"

"Do what?" I said with a grin.

"You're going to make me...be me."

"It's Sunday, Anna. I'm supposed to make you do whatever I want. And really, that's what you wanted all along anyway."

Ann looked at the floor; her cute, sheepish grin was evidence that I was right. She took a deep breath as the car moved forward, and I drove it the short distance toward her home.

~*~*~*~*~*~

It was a very nice house. A stylish white stucco ranch surrounded by some amazing landscaping. Bushes and trees, surrounded with light-colored tan pea gravel dominated the front yard. The house itself was much bigger than it looked from the front. The attached garage to the left and the fence that draped around the right side and the back of the house succeeded in deceptively hiding the sprawling expanse to the rear. I guessed it was 1,500 square feet when I pulled into the driveway, but it was actually close to 2,000, which was huge for a three-bedroom home.

I was going to unload the car and take in our luggage, but I never got the chance. As soon as we were in the driveway, we were attacked. Well, not attacked really...we were swarmed by the welcoming committee that was waiting for us, and from the looks of it, they were obviously impatient. 

The first to Ann's door was a tall little 8-year-old with long curly blond hair and wire rim glasses. In her footsteps was a 5-year-old with long silky brown hair and a killer set of dimples. Behind them both stood their mom, beaming as she reached for Ann's car door. 

Dana was extremely attractive. She was tall, and she was curvy. She was all woman; standing at least 5'8" in her bare feet. Her large breasts that I guessed were at least 36 double D's jutted out, held up by a dark colored push up bra that was plainly visibly under her white v-neck T-shirt. She had wide hips, a proud reminder of her bearing the two beautiful girls that were jumping up and down in excitement. But Dana had a flat stomach and a wonderful round ass that set off her long, slender legs, which were evident in her medium length pink shorts. 

I could see the resemblance in her daughters. Dana shared the deep blue eyes, and curly blond hair of her oldest, although Dana's hair was shorter at shoulder length. And she had the same adorable dimples and bubbly persona as her youngest girl. As she leaned down to open the door for Ann, Dana peered inside the car and looked over at me. Our eyes met, and I was surprised by the warm motherly smile she gave me. It was something I would have expected from someone much older. At 27, Dana was younger than both Ann and I. Yet, she seemed to take to motherhood like it was her sole purpose in life.

Ann leaned over quickly and said, "Don't let her appearance fool you. She's wild. In fact, she's my role model for how to act as a parent, and still be a slut for her husband. I'll introduce you when we get out."

I went to open my door, and found it being opened for me. I big meaty hand swung down, and I looked up to see the big burly man standing next to me. He stood about 6'3" and weighed a good 240, most of it in his chest and arms. Chad's wirey brown hair was already thinning out...his hairline receding more rapidly than it should have for a man our age. 

"Hi Neil, Chad Stevens. Welcome to California."

I shook Chad's hand, and he helped me out of the car. "Nice to meet you, Chad. Thanks for letting me stay a couple of days."

"Why not? This is Ann's house too," he said matter of factly. I turned to look at Ann, who gave me another sheepish smile just while the girls and Dana squeezed her in a massive group hug. I flashed her the obligatory 'I told you so' smile, and turned back to Chad, who was strangely sizing me up.

"Something wrong?" I asked. 

"I just don't see it," he said; his stare stoic and unflinching. 

"See...what?" I asked.

"Ann kept going on and on about how big you are to Dana. But you don't seem to be so big to me. I wonder what she could have been talking about?" he said with a smirk.

I'd remembered that Ann had said that Chad was good-natured and liked to kid around. And she also had said that she thought he and I would get along great. I didn't miss a beat, and said, "Well, you know, sometimes you can't see the real man for the clothes. Take you for instance."

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"Well, Ann had said that you had a lot of hair. But I can see now that she must have meant on your back. I never would have known that with your shirt on," I said, shifting my eyes towards the top of his head. 

"Ouch!" Dana said, before she let out a laugh. Ann was hiding her mouth with her hand, holding back her own laughter.

Chad stood in front of me, his chest expanding as he drew in a big breath. He was trying to intimidate me, and I just offered a wide, stupid grin, playing innocent. But Chad couldn't hold in his true feelings, and he finally exhaled, bursting out in a deep, reverberating laugh that almost scared the girls. Patting me on the back, he said, "She said you were funny too. That was a good comeback."

Ann brought the girls over. First she properly introduced me to Dana, who gave me a huge hug. And that was followed by introductions to the girls. Allison, the oldest, was sharp. She was as smart as she was cute, and it had nothing to do with her wearing the glasses, which can make any child seem smarter. She really was a bright young girl. Mindy, the youngest, was simply precocious. It wasn't that she wasn't as smart as her sister...she just wasn't as preoccupied by showing it. She was too busy being adorable. 

"Hi Uncle Neil," she said as she lifted her arms. The next thing I knew, I was carrying her into the house, piggyback. Dana started to say something, but she could see in my eyes that I not only didn't care, but I was enjoying it...so she let it go.

Dana and the girls gave me the full tour of their house, except for Ann's room, which they felt she should show me. Chad brought in our things, taking them to Ann's room while the women, all four of them, showed me around. Once we got to the girl's room, they wanted me to show it to me without any interference from their mother, so Dana and Ann walked away leaving me with them.

~*~*~*~*~*~

"What are you doing, baby?" Ann said as she stood it the doorway.

"Playing," I said as I put Malibu Barbie into her pink Corvette convertible for Mindy.

"God I love you," Ann said, her smile so wide it kept her from being able to enter the room. 

"Me too!" Dana said as she stood next to Ann, amazed that I was sitting on the floor playing Barbie with her two daughters. 

"Yeah...well...what's not to love?" I said with a grin.

Dana looked at her watch and said, "Girls, Uncle Neil's been in here with you over a half hour. I think it's time we got ready for dinner, and let him visit with Chad for a while. Okay?"

"Awe, mom!" they said in unison, but I put my hand up.

"It's okay girls. I promise we can play a game together after dinner before you go to bed. Okay?"

"What game?" Allison asked.

"I'll let you pick it, it Allison."

"Awe," Mindy whined.

I put my arm around Mindy, hugging her against me. "Mindy, Allison let you pick what we'd do first, and you chose to play this. So it's her turn now to pick something. Okay?"

"Okay," Mindy said, her little voice pouting a little.

"What game can we play?" Allison asked.

"You choose it...but make sure it's one your sister likes to play. Okay?" I said, getting up off the floor.

"Okay," she said, starting to head for her closet.

"Pick one out after dinner, sweetie...your mom said to get ready for dinner," I said as I walked towards the door.

Walking past Dana, she said, "We actually have some time. Chad's still grilling. I just figured I'd save you from the girls."

"Why...I was having fun."

"I'm sure you're just humoring them. And I love you for it," Dana said with a motherly grin.

Ann touched Dana's arm, reassuring her. "He WAS having fun, Dana. He wouldn't lie to you. He's just great with kids."

Dana looked at Ann, and then at me. "You're serious."

Ann kissed me, and said, "See...I told you. He's amazing."

I shook my head, not understanding what the big deal was. But that didn't stop me from kissing Ann back. "So are you, babe," I said, the sparkle in her eyes lighting me up inside.

~*~*~*~*~*~

"You were really playing Barbie's with them?" Chad asked as he flipped over the steaks one more time before putting on some more of his 'secret' recipe marinade he'd been bragging about.

"Yep," I said before I sipped on my Budweiser longneck as I sat on the lounge chair on their expansive deck. 

"You're kidding me. How do you do it?" he asked, genuinely puzzled.

"Selective substitution," I said with a grin.

"And that's?"

"It's just mind over matter, really. I change the items that they want to play with in my mind to something more...suitable to my liking."

"Oh...so it's all about pretending Barbie's about to go on a hot date and she's going to have sex with the Ken doll," Dana said as she brought out a relish tray for us to snack on.

"I never said that. Just because I'm overly sexed doesn't mean that I have to use that as a way to subjugate my need to make it more appealing to me. All I did was change things to something more...masculine."

"Did you just say 'subjugate'?" Chad asked, looking through the smoke like it had affected his hearing instead of his sight.

"Yeah...do you need me to define it for you? I have a dictionary someone I love gave me," I laughed.

Ann almost did a spit take as I said that, thinking about her comment earlier in the day.

Chad laughed and said, "No...but I don't think I've ever heard anybody use it in a sentence before. So tell me, what did you do to change things in your mind?" Chad asked.

"Well, for one...the purse was a knapsack."

"What?"

"...and the hairbrush was a walkie-talkie," I added.

Ann laughed and said, "You were playing GI Joe, weren't you?"

I nodded and took another drink. Dana, giggled and asked, "So, what about the compact?"

"The what?" I asked.

"You know, the compact...the little make up compact?"

"Oh that? Hand grenade."

Chad snickered, and I said, "Yuck it up all you want, pal. But I played with GI Joe's as a kid...and there's that not much difference. It really wasn't all that hard to remember the official footlocker I had growing up and all the stuff I had in it. Besides, the girls didn't know, and we were having fun together. Isn't that the point?"

"Yes it is," Ann said. "Did you have a GI Joe when you were a kid, Chad?"

"Me...of course. They were mandatory, standard issue equipment for boys when I was a kid."

"Great. That means you won't have any trouble playing Barbie with the girls, then...will it?" she kidded.

Chad's head snapped toward me; his eyes widening when what just happened finally sank in. I tilted the head of my beer bottle toward him in a mock toast. "Happy to help," I said, taking another drink. 

Chad took his beer and tilted the head toward me, more in disbelief. Then he took a long swig, downing the rest of the bottle in a couple of gulps. Setting the empty bottle down, he shook his head, a resigned grin on his face as he accepted his fate. 

Dana continued to giggle at him, but said, "Don't worry honey. If you look as sexy as Neil did playing with the girls like that, I know I'm going to find it hard not to find a way to make it up to you."

"You see, big guy...there's ALWAYS a hidden benefit for doing the right thing," I said.

Chad took the hot dogs he was cooking for the girls off the grill and said, "Still...the things a guy has to do just to get laid."

"Neil was going to get laid anyway," Ann said with a smile. "That's what makes it so sexy...he does that kind of thing all the time, just because."

"What thing?" Chad asked.

"He just...makes me melt," Ann said as she watched me from across the deck.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Dinner was wonderful. The steaks Chad had grilled were amazing. I'm not sure what was in his secret marinade, but the flavor stayed on my tongue forever. And Dana had outdone herself. In addition to the fresh garden salad she'd put together, she made three different vegetables. I was enjoying my meal, and the company of the two young ladies that were sitting on either side of me as they ate their hot dogs. 

Dana tried to get them to sit in their normal seats at the table, but I didn't mind. I was able to answer their million questions and still talk to the adults at the table as well. Chad and I started an extended discussion about Bond films. We touched all of the things we loved, and loathed about them. He truly was as big a fan as I was, and inevitably, the conversation touched on the help he'd given Ann to create the letters and find the props she'd sent for my weekend with Tina. We even talked about Tina and the weekend, although there was some creative editing because of the girls. That only made the conversation more sexually charged, and frankly, it added a certain excitement to sharing some of the details.

"I still can't believe you did all of that," Chad said. "That's always been kind of a fantasy of mine, but I was never able to get Dana to do it before."

"Before?" I said, glancing over at Dana, who turned red and sank in her seat.

Chad said, "Yeah. I've tried to get her to...you know...role play, but she always said it was stupid."

"I never said it was 'stupid'. I said I didn't think it was necessary."

Chad looked at Dana, his eyes smoldering as he looked up and down her body. I swear I could see the steam come out of his mouth...his desire for her that obvious. Still, he continued his conversation like she wasn't in the room, saying, "Yeah. Anyway, she couldn't believe the lengths that Ann was going to just to set up the Bond thing for you...not to mention that she was doing it to set it up for you and your...'friend'. I'm still shaking my head about that part. And I guess that got Dana to think about it differently somehow. Although I'm still not sure what happened to change her mind about being more...adventurous."

Ann let out a little chuckle, and said, "I know", under her breath.

"ANN!" Dana yelled, and then she started to giggle uncontrollably, which only made Ann laugh out loud too. They were like two schoolgirls, sharing an unspoken secret.

"What?" Chad said, wondering why they were laughing so hard.

"Yeah...what's so funny?" Allison asked innocently.

"Nothing sweetie...we're just having a good time," Dana said, shooting a knowing glance at Chad, who knew enough to wait until later to ask any more questions.

~*~*~*~*~*~

The girls were both giggling uncontrollably. Not Dana and Ann this time...it was Allison and Mindy. They were laughing at my mock anger, as I pretended to be frustrated by losing. The truth was, they were teaming up together to beat me, and I found that cute. They didn't care between them who won...the just didn't want me to.

We were playing 'Trouble', complete with the patented 'Pop-o-Matic' push down bubble that made the die underneath it jump to another number. I kept threatened to open the bubble to get the die out, telling them that I would be much better if I could roll it with my hand. But the more I carried on, the more they laughed. Sure, I made a couple of questionable moves in the game to 'help' them along, but they really were working well together, and they really were kicking my ass.

I was en route to my eighth straight loss without coming close to a win, when Dana announced that it was going to be the last game. The girls whined a little, but she said, "It's almost bedtime. Chad and I both have to work tomorrow...so you need to get to sleep so you'll get up in the morning."

"Uncle Neil...will you read us a story," Mindy asked in her cute little voice.

"Mindy, Neil doesn't want..."

"I'd love to," I said, cutting off Dana, who sat back in her chair, surprised.

"I told you...melt city," Ann said proudly, rocking back and forth in Chad's Lay-Z-Boy. 

The girls beat me again, with Allison winning for the fourth time, to give each of them 4 wins, to my zip. I grumbled and said, "Go get dressed for bed...I'm tired of getting beat!" They giggled, grabbed the game and ran off, but not before I said, "Brush your teeth, you two...or no story."

"Who is this guy?" Dana said with a laugh.

"What?" I said, shrugging my shoulders.

"Listen...you can already hear the water running. You wouldn't believe what I have to do to get them off to bed. Not to mention brushing their teeth!"

Chad laughed and said, "He's James Bond, dear. Didn't you know that?"

I smiled as I got up off the floor and headed back toward the girl's bedroom. "I'll be back in a little bit."

"I'll be waiting," Ann said sexily, making my head snap in her direction. She licked her lips and giggled as my body shook from the reaction to seeing her act so sexy in front of Chad and Dana. In reality, it was innocent...but I could tell she was in the mood to be very playful.

My patience was being tested big time. I wanted to stay in the room with Ann, but I'd already promised the girls that I would read them a story. Yet once I walked into their room and saw them tucked under their covers, ready for me...they had my total attention. Not only did I read them one story...I read them three. Mindy was out by the second one, and Allison fell asleep in the middle of the third. I continued to read, just in case she was a light sleeper, but once I finished, I knew they were both out for the night. I tuned off the light and slipped quietly out of their room, closing the door. I tiptoed down the hall, and turned into the living room, which was now empty. 

Surprised, I looked in the kitchen, and still didn't find anyone. I was beginning to wonder just how long I'd been gone, and I looked at my watch. I'd been reading to the girls for a half-hour. "It didn't seem that long," I said to myself as I turned to head back to Ann's bedroom, if I could find it. I knew where it was, but she'd never bothered to show it to me yet. As I took my first quiet step to retreat down the hallway back towards the girl's room, I thought I heard heard a mumbled laugh. I knew it was Ann's, but I didn;t know where it was coming from. 

I turned again and headed towards that laugh, realizing as I walked through the kitched that it was coming from outside. As I approached the sliding glass door, I saw Chad, Dana and Ann sitting around the glass patio table in the center of the dark hardwood deck. I was amazed at just how well insulated the house was, because I knew she was laughing hard, but I could barely hear it standing right next to the door. Opening it, I stepped outside.

"Wow, you sure took you sweet time," Ann said as I slid the door shut.

"Yeah, I guess I did. It didn't seem like I was in there that long."

"Did you get them to calm down?" Dana asked.

"Sure. They're really amazing girls, Dana. You've done a terrific job...I know it can't be easy," I said, not saying any more since I really didn't want to delve into her divorce for fear of having to talk about my own.

Dana knew what I meant though, and she smiled. "I owe a lot of that to Chad, Neil. He's been a real stable influence in their life. They love him. And he makes me happy, so they see the difference in how I am...that's huge," she said as she stood up. 

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"To say goodnight to the girls."

"They're asleep," I said, as I noticed a glass of wine in front of me. I looked at Ann, who smiled as she sipped her own glass. I picked it up and joined her...and Chad. I turned to look at Dana, who was carrying hers.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 39



Ann was silent as she sat at the table. Chad was just staring at me, smiling as if he was a cat and he'd caught the canary. After what seemed like days with no one saying anything, I finally broke the thick tension.

"What's the big deal about playing a game, Ann?" Ann closed her eyes and chuckled to herself; a wry smile crossing her face.

Chad spoke up and said, "It's a little more complicated than that."

"What the hell happened while I was gone?"

Ann opened her eyes and said, "Dana told Chad about what I showed her...and that kind of opened a can of worms."

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

Ann leaned forward, putting her elbows on the table, making her loose top fall forward a little. I saw Chad shift in his seat, trying to sneak a peek, but Ann didn't care. Her mind was on what had happened while I was reading to Dana's girls.

"Remember before, at dinner? We were talking, and Chad said he wondered what it was that made Dana change her mind about being more adventurous."

"Yeah...I remember."

"Well, the thing that changed her mind was...me. And you."

"I'm afraid to ask what that means," I said, taking another gulp from my glass of wine.

"It means I showed her some of the pictures from your trip to West Virginia with Tina."

My eyes flew open. I'm not sure if I smiled, or if it was just the shock of her statement, but Ann grinned back at me as she put her feet up on the glass table, crossing her ankles as she sipped her Chardonnay.

"You...showed...wait, which ones?"

"Uh...all of them, actually," Ann said, matter of factly, a hint of a shrug coming from her shoulders. My lengthy silence must have concerned Ann, because she finally asked, "Are you okay, baby?"

"I'm fine...I just..."

"I know. I'm sorry..."

"I'm not mad Ann. Just a little surprised, that's all. I thought you said earlier that Dana was your role model for being a parent and a slut at the same time. You said she was wild...didn't you?"

Ann laughed and said, "She IS wild...NOW...because I showed her the pictures. So, I'm not sorry I showed her, Neil. I'm just sorry I didn't tell you. I don't regret showing her at all...I had to." 

"You HAD to?"

"Yeah...I think."

"Now I'm confused," I said, looking over at Chad.

"Don't look at me...I'm confused now too," he chuckled.

"It's what you and I do, Neil. We've kind of touched on it before, but we seem to rub off on people...sexually. I think in a good way. That's the real reason you fucked Carol when you were out there, wasn't it...to help her get past her divorce?"

"Yeah...but it was also because I was supposed to be James Bond, and that's what he does."

"Sure...and I was okay with that, because I set it up. But before me, you and Dawn healed each other, and then there was the woman...the maid at the hotel that you and Dawn helped. And I've done it. There was a time or two after I dumped Ray, but before you came into my life, where I fucked a guy to kind of help him out, which helped me out...so to speak. I mean, I think that's what we do. Just look at what's happened since we've been together. Look at our parents, and your parents' friends, and now my Aunt and Uncle. They've all opened up, and I think that is totally because of us and how we are together."

Ann was right, of course. But I wasn't sure what she was driving at. "Well, there's no argument there, babe. But what does that have to do with showing Dana the pictures."

"Everything. She didn't believe me."

"Believe you? What didn't she believe?"

"I needed proof," Dana said as she stepped back out onto the deck with a white cardboard box tucked her under her arm. It looked like a standard issue board game from either Parker Brothers or Milton Bradley. She put it on the deck floor next to her as she sat down and handed Chad her empty stemmed wineglass. "Ann was right, and as luck would have it, I've never been happier to be proven wrong."

~*~*~*~*~*~

Chad had gone inside the house to get another bottle of wine. I wasn't much of a wine drinker, but there were times I found it relaxing. I'd been around Ann when she'd had a few beers before, and I didn't know how wine affected her, if at all. Yet like me, she seemed to become more relaxed the longer we sat and talked. 

Dana on the other hand, was beyond relaxed. She was loose, and wired...and visibly horny. She had been sitting on Chad's lap, and she had practically been giving him a lap dance in front of us. Not that I minded...Ann seemed intrigued by what Dana was doing, and based on what I saw, I knew Ann was horny too. But with Chad in the house, the focus of Dana's prurient energy seemed to change from Chad, to...elsewhere. 

She looked at Ann and said, "So, did you ask him?"

Ann shook her head and said, "No...because I'm not sure I'm up for this. I already told you that."

"Come on...you're the one that said I was too uptight all the time. Look, we don't have to do it EXACTLY like the instructions say. We can do whatever you're comfortable with. But I want to have some fun. And I think you do too. What do you say...do you wanna play?"

I looked at Ann, who gave me a look that was half 'I'm sorry', and half 'I want to do this'...with a little 'I want to fuck your brains out' thrown in for good measure. I was more intrigued than I was confused. I knew whatever it was they were sort of discussing, it was going down the all too familiar path of being sexually charged. 

I studied Ann, who sipped her wine slowly, sexily, peering over the top of her glass. Her eyelids were half shut, but her dark brown eyes glowed from the reflection of the Tiki lamps Chad had lit all around the deck. And in those eyes, I could see Ann's passion and excitement simmering just beneath the surface, ready to explode. It just needed to be ignited. 

And knowing that, I decided to just relax and trust Ann. Whatever this was all about was up to her. I'd yet to be upset or disappointed from anything she had set up before, and even though this seemed to be staged by Dana, I knew Ann knew what was going on. So there was no reason to think this would be any different. Content that Ann knew what she was doing once again, I was more than happy to go along for the ride.

At least, that was before Ann grinned at me when she finally answered Dana, saying, "It's not up to me, Dana. It's still Sunday. It's totally up to Neil!"

I felt a lump appear in my throat to go along with the instant pit I got in my stomach. I was suddenly nervous, and I didn't even know what we were talking about yet.

~*~*~*~*~*~

"Prove you wrong about what?" I asked Dana as she stared at me over her newly refreshed glass of wine.

She let out a nervous laugh, and Ann said, "Go on...tell him! You brought it up."

Dana took a deep breath and said, "I just didn't understand the whole 'James Bond' thing. It seemed silly to me at first, and Chad was putting all of this effort into helping Ann."

"She got jealous," Chad said with a laugh.

"I wasn't jealous. Well, I guess I was, but not about Ann. I was jealous because you were so excited about what she was doing...and you..."

Chad patted her on her thigh. "I know honey...I was so caught up in it that I didn't give you enough attention," he said, soothing her.

"Well, that's part of it. But you know as well as I do that you wanted that to be you. Ann understood Neil's love of James Bond, and I never bothered to try and understand yours. In fact, I never said this before, but I think YOU were jealous of Neil because he was going to get to live out a fantasy that you wanted for yourself."

Chad looked his wife, and his expression changed. It was as if he was suddenly enlightened, and that lit up Dana. Especially when he said, "You know...you're probably right. Maybe I was a little bit."

"I think you were...but that didn't stop you from putting all that work in that night for Ann. And I know I got in a tiff about it, but I just didn't get it then. It wasn't until Ann talked to me about what Neil was doing that I started to. But Ann, you have to admit...setting up Neil for an adventure like that with someone you'd never met? I'm sure you can understand why it all seemed so far fetched to me."

"Sure, but like I told you then...I've never lied to you, so what would I have to gain by lying then."

"I know that...now! And I'm sorry I doubted you."

I thought I had a handle on the entire thing now. Putting two and two together, I hoped I was going to come up with four instead of some odd number. Taking a stab at it, I said, "So, let me see if I got this. Ann needs help from Chad to set up my Bond weekend because she doesn't have enough time to do it herself, plus, he KNOWS Bond. Chad helps, but he's also a little envious that it's me that's getting his 'Bond' fix stroked instead of him. But in the process, Dana gets ticked because Chad's involved with something for Ann, and it's taking time away from her and the girls...and yet she doesn't get the bigger picture. And in the end, the only way Dana can see the bigger picture is by Ann showing her the pictures I sent when it was all done and over. Am I close?"

Chad and Dana nodded, while Ann laughed and said, "Yeah...that's pretty damn close."

"Okay...so I have one question?" I said, looking directly at Dana.

"What's that?" she asked.

"What exactly IS the bigger picture? What was it you didn't believe?"

"Oh...that," Dana laughed. "Well, it's a couple of things really...but for me, the bigger picture was all about me learning. First, I found it hard to believe Ann was actually letting you go out and fuck another woman. Well...women, really. That was hard to swallow to begin with...until she explained it to me. So, I learned there that I needed to be a lot more aware and understanding of Chad's needs."

"I learned that too...about Dana," Chad chimed in.

"Then, I couldn't fathom how all the things she and Chad came up with actually worked out...I learned a lot more about James Bond than I ever knew. But more importantly, I learned I needed to be more willing to not only accept the things that Chad likes, but share in them too. You know, find things I like about them, or at the very least, accept that while it's not important to me...it is to him, and respect that."

"Me too," Chad said, nodding as he drank his wine.

Dana smiled at him and said, "And I think I've come to like Bond movies, at least a lot more than I did. Chad even took me to see the latest one. I also learned that I should try to be a lot more inventive. I don't think I'll ever have the kind of mind that Ann has when it comes to this kind of thing, but I never thought to even try before. I felt what Chad and I had between us was good enough. Funny, though...it turned out it was good, but it WASN'T enough. Then on top of that, Ann asked why I would settle for just good, when I could just as easily have great, or fantastic, with a little effort."

"Or amazing," Ann added as she leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.

"Yes...even amazing," Dana said with a grin. "The point is not to accept less than the best. And I think we were. As for the final piece of the pie, I didn't believe it when Ann told me you and...Tina...that you both helped a married couple with young kids. And that got me thinking about Chad and me. I mean, they're not even his kids, but he's always treated them like they are. And yet, I know he had to sacrifice what he would like, for them...and I didn't see that too clearly."

"I told you Dana, that never bothered me...honestly," Chad said, trying to make sure I knew he hadn't been whining.

"I know that, sweetheart. And I love it that you never complained. But be honest about it...do you like the way we are now, or the way we were before Ann showed me the pictures and we had our little talk?"

Chad practically barked out his answer, quickly saying, "Now! No question about it!"

"That's what I thought...so why don't you just be quiet and enjoy the...amazing sex I've been giving you, okay?"

Chad nodded like a little boy and said, "Yes Ma'am."

Dana giggled and smacked Chad on his shoulder. Turning to me, she said, "So, now you know. Ann had to show me the pictures, especially the ones of the husband and wife that have the young kids...because I thought it all sounded too incredible to be true. Turns out, Ann is the incredible one."

"Enough already," Ann said, waving off Dana's assertion. "All I did was show a couple of pictures...you've done the rest all on your own, and I think it's safe to say that you have a pretty good imagination too."

"You did more than that, and you know it. But I do feel good about some of the things I came up with," Dana said with a twinkle in her eye.

"I feel good about them too!" Chad laughed, raising his glass in a toast to himself. 

~*~*~*~*~*~

I swallowed. Not just my wine, which I finished gulping down just as Chad came out and sauntered over with another bottle, pouring me another half glass like he was a waiter. I also swallowed my nerves. The question I needed to ask hung in the air over us. Having just walked out, Chad had the 'what's up' expression on his face now, knowing things had changed since he left. Dana was looking at me with anticipation, like a teenager hoping to be asked on a date. Ann was simply smiling, knowing she'd put me on the spot, and wondering how I'd handle. 

Gathering the courage to pull that question out of the air and say it, I glanced first at Ann, who smirked. It was sexy, and it was sending a message. I felt confident that I was able to read Ann's signals pretty well, even though we truly were still getting to know each other. What couple that had been together less than a month wouldn't still be in that 'I wonder what they're saying without saying it' stage. And yet, while I was confident, I was also wary, because I didn't have the details. And the only way to get them was to ask that damn question now dangling from the tip of my tongue.

"So, you want to play. Why do I get the impression we're not talking about a board game any longer, Dana?" I asked, making sure I directed the question exactly to whom it needed to be asked.

"No, it's a board game. It's just one that has a slightly higher age appropriate level than the last one you played," she said as she reached down and picked up the box next to her, placing in on the table. I blinked a couple of times unsure if my eyes were playing tricks on me. 

It certainly was a board game. And it was designed for a higher age group. It was for adults. Adults intending to have fun, if you liked your fun naked and it involved some heavy sexual overtones. It was a white box, with a huge red lip print on it in the shape of the letter 'O', like a woman would leave on a napkin in lipstick. Underneath it, in bold red letters, it said, 'The Game of O'. When I saw the box, I looked back at Ann again, trying to read her. And I read yes in her eyes. I just prayed I wasn't wrong.

"Where did you get that?" I asked.

"Gag wedding shower gift," Chad said with a chuckle. "I thought she threw it out."

"I thought about it. But something kept me from doing it. So, do you want to play?"

"That would depend on what exactly it is we're playing. What are the rules?"

"Well, like I said, we can change them if you want. But I can tell you that it's a pretty involved game."

"Involved?"

"Yeah...as in, there will be nudity, and there will be some kind of..."

"Playing," Ann said, as she sipped her wine.

"Intimate playing," Dana said. "But we can do that however you want. I'm not suggesting swinging or anything. I'm suggesting...well, I'm not really sure. We could do this as teams, or...we could just use the cards and the board and kind of make up our own rules."

I smiled and said, "How do you play?"

"It's a normal board game, really. Each player, or like I said, we could do couples...but anyway we each have a piece on the board, and we move it as we roll the dice. And you just follow the instructions on the spot you land on. There are some that make you choose a card, and then you have to do what's on it. I have to be honest, I haven't really read all the instructions. I never really thought this box would ever come out of the closet."

"How far does it go?"

"It should only take an hour or so...maybe two," Dana said.

"Not how long...how far?"

"What do you mean?"

"The sex, Dana. How intimate?" I said as I lifted the top of the box and skimmed through the rules printed on the inside. I looked at Ann, who gave me a wondering look, and I said, "Looks like there's a lot of sex that has to happen to win in this game."

"Yeah...it's pretty..."

"Involved," I said, ending Dana's sentence.

"So...should I put this away?" she asked, almost cringing as she waited for an answer.

Glancing at Ann again, she smiled and mouthed, "It's still Sunday." Her not so subtle reminder that whatever we did, including how far I let us go if we played the game, was totally on my shoulders. 

"We'll play," I said, shrugging those shoulders.

"Are you okay with the rules?" Dana asked, trying to contain herself. She was practically coming out of her skin with excitement. 

"Well, in reading this, there's no point in playing teams unless we just want to watch each other have sex...and if that's the case, there's no point in getting out the game. But I do have one thing I'm going to say 'no' to right off the start."

"What's that?" Chad asked, taking the box lid from me to glance over the rules himself.

"Ann and I have been down this road before...and while it may seem silly considering all the pictures you've seen, Ann and I are really at a monogamous point right now. And I like it that way, at least for the moment. So, I'm going to say we're up for anything, except for fucking. Oh, and I won't touch Chad either."

"Amen, brother," he said, raising his glass as he let out a deep laugh.

"But as girls...we're exempt from the same sex rule? How's that fair?" Dana said.

"I don't have a problem if you decide that's a line you don't want to cross, Dana," I said.

"What about you, Ann? Is that a line you won't cross?" Dana asked her.

All eyes turned to Ann, who leaned in closer to the table again, her top falling away from her body a little farther than the first time, offering the possibility of a glimpse of the underside of her wonderful tits. While none of us could actually see, I know she had our collective attention. She set down her glass and reached for the board inside the open box, pulling it out and opening it up to place it in the center of the table.

"Well, I'm glad there's no chance of guy-guy stuff. I really don't have any desire to see that...and I know that the guys would both be uncomfortable with it, so where's the fun there," she said as she pulled out the little playing pieces. "Here Neil, you get to be the fat cock. I'm going to be the tight little ass," she said as she put them on the start line.

"You didn't answer my question, Ann," Dana said. "Do you think it's fair that they don't, but we might? Do you want to cross that line, or just cross it off the list?"

Ann looked directly at Dana; the expression on her face was calm and almost calculated, like she was waiting for the perfect pause. Finally, she smiled and said, "I'm going to do what I'm made to do. It's still Sunday."

~*~*~*~*~*~

"One...two...three...four...five...six!" Chad said as me moved his purple marker along the board. It was a little cock playing piece similar to my white one, only his was long, while mine was on the fat side. 

"Must you DO that!" Dana said, annoyed at Chad. 

"Do what?" Chad said, pleased that he was on a string of particularly good rolls, this one being no exception.

"Count each space. My god...even the girls can do it in their head."

"I just like to be accurate. You wouldn't want me to land on the wrong space, would you?"




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 39



"You're landed on exactly the space you want to be on...AGAIN!" she said, pointing to the yellow square with the 'T or D' written in script inside it.

"Yes...I did, didn't I," Chad grinned. "I get to pick a 'Truth or Dare' card...AND I rolled doubles, so I get to go again." He pulled the card and placed it in front of Dana.

"Me...again! Why don't you ever pick Neil or Ann!"

"Because, you're the one that wanted to play the game so badly. Now, let me roll this again to see how many minutes if it's a dare." He picked up one die and rolled it, and it landed on a six. "HOT DAMN!" he yelled out.

"Quiet, Chad...it's not the middle of the day," Dana said. Then she turned to Ann and said, "Maybe I need to change and do a 'truth' one this time."

Ann smiled and said, "It's up to you. But you know what the dare is going to be."

"No she doesn't...I could change it this time," Chad said in mock defense.

"Yeah...right. Just roll the dice again so we can get on with it."

Chad picked them up and rolled them, and they came up as a four and a three. He gleefully took his piece once more. "One...two...three...four...five...six...seven!"

"God, he does the same thing when we play Monopoly," Dana said, shaking her head. "It's like playing with that fucking vampire on Sesame Street. He ALWAYS counts like that when he's winning."

"The purple penis strikes again!" he said, this time with a thick Transylvanian accent like the Count on the children's show. His piece was now on a green space that had 'X2' on it. That allowed Chad to pull a green card, which could only be played in conjunction with a yellow 'Truth or Dare' card or a white 'O' card. 

The 'Times Two' card gave a player three options they could use whenever they wanted to play it. At that moment, Chad could double the time of a dare, double the number of truths that had to be told, OR, he could demand both a truth AND a dare on the same play. The one stipulation was he had to declare which of the three he wanted to use before Dana turned over the yellow card that would describe the general options, which Chad would choose since he placed the card in front of her, like he'd been doing all game long. The other stipulation was that all dares could involve something overtly sexual, but there were no orgasms allowed. 

~*~*~*~*~*~

The beginning of the game took a bit to get started. Chad pulled out his playing piece, and Dana took a large set of pink boobs, complete with hard little nipples on them. My fat cock was white, while Ann chose the ass token, which was red. I kidded her about it already being spanked, and she actually blushed a little, letting me know she must have been thinking that when she chose it. I was a little disappointed neither of the women chose the tan pussy, but the same could be said for me and Chad not taking the dark blue set of balls. He commented that he didn't like the idea that they weren't attached to a cock. "I'm not playing with the castrated nuts," he said when Dana tried to hand it to him, making Ann giggle out loud.

Once we read the rules more thoroughly, it came to our attention that the initial part of the game was to get people naked...in fact, it was designed to be a slightly drawn out striptease. The spaces each had a number on them in the top corner, and the idea was to not only build up player cards to use later in the game, but to also make players take off articles of clothing. Depending on the number in the space the player landed on, it told them if they had to take off something above the waist, or below. But on spaces that had both a number telling you to strip and another option, like take a card, you could only do one. 

The set up was interesting, in that even though you had to take off something, but you also added to your arsenal of things you use against your opponents later in the game. And I say later, since you weren't allowed to use, say, one of the 'Truth or Dare' cards against a player until they were totally naked. 

As Chad and I finished reading the rules, Dana fidgeted in her seat. 

"Having second thoughts?" Ann asked as she slowly, sexily sipped her wine.

"Huh...oh, no. You?" Dana said, trying to check and see if Ann was a nervous as she was. But it was obvious that Ann was very cool about whatever was about to happen. Almost too cool.

"No...but it wouldn't matter if I did, because it's..."

"Sunday...I know. What in the hell is that all about, anyway?" Dana asked.

Ann smiled. Happily. She seemed so comfortable sitting there, waiting patiently for the game to start. "Sunday," she said wistfully, as if she was contemplating just how amazing our day had been so far, and dreaming of the many Sunday's we'd share in the future.

Ann looked at Dana, and explained just what 'Sunday' meant. Chad's ears perked up, not just because Ann was being particularly vivid in her descriptions of what we'd already done during our first Sunday together...ever. He was excited about the concept. So much so that he looked at Dana, his face looking like a little boy, hoping his mother will say yes to his request for something. His eyes were pleading with her, saying 'pleeeeease'. 

Dana let out a little laugh and said, "What? Say it."

"Can we?"

"Can we...what? Fuck in the parking lot at the police station? Absolutely not!"

"Not that...although I have to question why not. If they can do it...but anyway...what do you think?"

"About what?"

"About setting aside a day. You've already admitted we need to be more attentive, and with our jobs and the girls, we struggle sometimes to connect."

"We haven't had any trouble...connecting lately, since Ann showed me the pictures."

"No...but we're on a roll right now. And it's a great one...and maybe we really can keep that up. But if Neil and Ann are going at each other like rabbits right now, and they still thought it was a good idea to make a pact to set aside a day for each other just in case...I think maybe we should at least consider it."

"You just want to be able to 'make' me do things," Dana said with a giggle.

"Not necessarily. I just like the idea of making an effort to be there for each other, every week. And you have to admit...you're a schedule person. You live and die by that damn appointment book in your purse. What's the harm in scheduling a day for us?"

Dana looked at Ann, who had pulled her chair closer to mine, and was leaning into me as she rubbed her soft hand up and down my thigh. Turning back to Chad, she smiled. "None, sweetheart. There's no harm in that at all. Do you have a day in mind?"

"I'm thinking Saturday's. The girls are gone every other weekend, but we drop them off Friday nights and pick them up late Sunday. We'd just have to work to find a way to make the Saturday's we have the girls special too. But I think we can do that, if we agree to try."

"Okay...but you better start thinking about how to do that now, because we have the girls next Saturday. And are you sure about this? I mean, Saturday is college football, and you love that."

"I love you more."

"You love me, or you love sex," Dana said with a laugh.

"Both...but I also get to have both," he said, leaning over to kiss his wife.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Dana sat at the table, naked. She'd been that way for about 30 minutes, since she was the first one that lost all of her cloths. And that was amazing, since she seemed to be wearing so many to start with. Ann had just her loose top and the tight shorts she'd changed into while I was reading to the girls, along with her heels...so that counted as 4 items, with just one above the waist. I was the same, with my shirt, shorts and sandals. We'd both gone without underwear...Ann's thong still hanging from the rearview mirror of her car.

Chad seemed to wear the most, which had Dana practically foaming at the mouth. "Did you dress for winter?" she said, thinking she'd never get him totally naked so she could play one of the many cards she had in front of her against him.

"No...I dressed like I always do."

"Well how come you're the only one still dressed!" We all knew the answer. Chad was always choosing not to undress, and he seemed to always land on spaces that gave him the option of stripping or taking a card. Only handful of times did he land on a space that told him he HAD to strip something off, and only twice was it anything below the waist...so he lost his shoes. 

"I'm just good at this game," he said. "Besides...some people are naked because they barely wear anything!"

"Well, Ann and I don't wear underwear very often," I said, sitting naked on the soft cushion. 

"It's so much easier. They just get in the way," Ann said, her left hand on her lap, trying unsuccessfully to keep it from creeping between her legs to play her pussy. I grabbed her arm for what seemed like the hundredth time and looked at her. "FINE!" she said with a laugh, putting both her hands back on the table.

Ann had been the first to lose an article of clothing that exposed her. Chad couldn't stop staring at Ann's hard nipples once she'd casually lifted her top off and placed it with one of her shoes early in the game. Dana handled it well, not getting jealous of her husband's obvious stare. Instead, she was staring at my chest, drooling over my smooth skin.

"Do you shave?" she said, looking at my torso.

"Uh...yes and no," I said, not wanting to give away any secrets.

"What does that mean?" she asked.

Ann looked across the table and said, "You'll see."

But I got to see all of Dana long before she learned what Ann was talking about. Dana rolled doubles a lot early on, and she kept landing on bad spaces for her. That meant that she had to roll again, and she was loosing her clothing at an alarming rate. She was totally naked before any of the rest of us lost more than two pieces of clothing. And that set her up to be the focus of all of us for quite some time, since we couldn't play the cards we were accumulating against anyone else. So, she became the game guinea pig, so to speak.

Ann was the first to play a card against her, but the beauty of the game was that Ann wasn't allowed to look at the card before handing it to her. Ann chose a white 'O' card, which stood for 'Orgasm', and the 'O' on the card was the same shapely lip print of a woman's perfectly parted lips, in red like lipstick, that was on the box. 

In a nutshell, the white cards told the person that it was handed to what they had to do, whether it was alone or with someone else. If you could play a green 'X2' card with it, it added all the double features. Most of the white cards were pretty benign; things like kissing, licking, fondling and such, although there were some that were very explicit. Yellow 'Truth or Dare' cards gave the player in control a lot more options. But the advantage of the white cards that they could lead to an orgasm, while the yellow ones couldn't. 

And this was the first 'O' card to be played, so there was a lot of anticipation when Dana read it aloud. "Roll one die, then count clockwise. Sit on that player's lap and kiss for one minute."

Dana had me to her left and Chad to her right. When she rolled a five, she knew the math in her head, just like she said her girls would do if they were playing a board game and moving spaces. In fact, she likely knew what each number would mean before she rolled it, so when the die stopped with the five black dots in their familiar pattern facing her, Dana quickly glanced at Ann, who ever so calmly scooted her chair back and patted her lap.

Dana smiled nervously, her big magnificent tits heaving as she took a deep breath. Her upper chest and neck became a pinkish-red as she became flushed with nervous excitement. I'd been admiring her huge breasts as they hung over the table. Her nipples were above average, but certainly less pronounced than Ann's...which could only be described as spectacular. But Dana's tits featured some of the biggest areolas I'd ever seen. They were almost 4 inches in diameter, and they fit her body perfectly.

Dana was a full figured woman. She wasn't large, or fat. But she wasn't a size 3 like Ann either. She was shapely, and sensuous. Her shoulder length blond hair, full of soft natural curls, flowed in the slight breeze as she slowly moved her chair back from the table to stand up. She hadn't been as brazen as Ann had been about getting undressed below the belt. I'd come to realize that Ann was a bona fide exhibitionist. I'm not sure she'd categorize herself that way, but there was no other word or definition to describe how she seemed to relish exposing herself.

When Dana had removed her shorts, she did so without getting up, and she did the same with her bikini briefs, choosing to just lift her hips and slide them down her legs. I found it interesting, since she was the one that wanted to play the game so badly. And once she'd gotten totally naked, Dana sat with her legs crossed. I'm sure a lot of that had to do with the fact that she was the first to be topless, and then the first to be bottomless. And none of the rest of us were close to being naked at the time. 

But now here she was, walking toward Ann. She tried to ignore me, but I know she saw me staring at her soft, thick mound of curly blond hair above her crotch. Finally she stopped and turned for me, offering a better look. "Yes...I'm a natural blond," she said, trying to shift my focus from leering at her. 

I smiled as I looked in her eyes. She was biting her lip, and I stared into them. "I never doubted, Dana," I said sincerely. I actually knew that based on her daughter having the same hair, but I didn't bring that up.

Content, Dana turned her attention back to Ann. They said nothing to each other. Instead, Dana took a deep breath and sat quaintly on Ann's lap, like she was riding a horse sidesaddle. She didn't offer up any X-rated view for us to see, keeping her legs closed tightly. Chad would have had the view, since she was facing him, her backside toward me. 

They didn't even wait for us to say go. Ann smiled at Dana and nodded, and Dana leaned in, planting her lips over the wonderful, soft ones I'd come to love kissing myself. It was a long, sensuous kiss. Much different than what I'd ever done to Ann, or would ever do. Their mouths melded as their eyes closed, and Ann put her arms around Dana's back, holding her as Dana leaned in further. At the point when Chad finally said time was up, they parted, and started giggling like high school girls who were sharing a secret.

"Well, that was pretty damn hot," Chad said, stating the obvious. 

Ann licked her lips and quietly said, "Yes...it was."

~*~*~*~*~*~

The game was progressing quickly, all except the cloths coming off. While I eventually was the second one naked, that didn't happen for a while. So, Dana spent every turn other than her own knowing she was going to have to perform something. She had to lick my nipples, and she had play with my cock through my shorts. She even had to suck Ann's nipples for two minutes, making Ann squirm in her chair. 

Lastly, she had to play with herself in front of us, the result of a "Truth or Dare" card played by Chad. Since none of the rest of us were fully naked yet, he 'had' to play whatever cards he selected off the piles against Dana, but he most like would have anyway. It was the first of many times he handed a yellow card, along with a green one, to his wife.

Dana chose 'Dare'. And since Chad had played the 'X2' card, he opted to double the time before she read the card, instead of the other options he had. He could have added a second dare before she read the card. If she had chosen the 'truth' option, he could have made her tell two of them. Or, he could use the 'dominate' option, and that would allow him to make her do a dare AND a truth. 

When he rolled a 4, Dana was stuck having to perform for a total of eight minutes. Chad quickly said, "Finger fuck yourself."

"For eight minutes! I'll cum!"

He laughed and said, "But you can't. It's a yellow card...not a white one. Now, get started."

Dana did, trying hard to control herself. And it was driving her nuts. With her feet up on the edge of the table, she stared across it towards Ann, who was watching intently at her friend...both of them likely thinking about the kiss they'd shared moments before. Dana came dangerously close cumming just a couple of minutes in, and ended up having to stop twice to keep from going over the edge. She was on her way to up to another edge, and I really thought she was going to say to hell with it and cum anyway, when Chad made her stop because her time was up. The look on Dana's face was one of disbelief, but he said, "You'll have to wait for the right card. It's Ann's roll."

And then it was mine, and I was suddenly naked. And with all that I'd seen to that point, I was harder than ever. When I stood up and dropped my shorts, not only did Dana's eyes open wide, so did Chad's.

"Wow...thank God you put in that no fucking rule," he said as he stared at my shaft.

"I wish I could say the same," Dana said, realizing after she'd said it that she'd said it out loud. She sheepishly glanced at Chad.

"It's okay sweetheart. I kind of knew it already. But I think you just got your answer to the shaving question." he said.

"Oh my God!" she said as she stared even more intently before I sat back down.

With Dana going next, I knew that I was in line for a card to be played in my direction. Who could blame her for wanting to make someone else do something besides her? And she didn't waste any time at all, throwing both a white and a green card in front of me on her turn. I took a deep breath and turned over the white 'O' card, reading it aloud.

"Role reversal. The tables are turned on the player with the turn. Oral exams begin when the player who received the card rolls the die."

"What does THAT mean?" Dana asked. 

Chad laughed and said, "Instead of receiving, you have to give again."

"Give what?"

"What do you think 'oral exam' means?"

"Fuck, are you kidding me! I have to blow him. I cannot believe this game. I keep getting screwed. Actually, I'm getting everything BUT screwed."

I rolled the die, and it came up as just a 2, so with the green card, she had to suck my cock for four minutes. 

"Do you want me to stand in front of you?" I asked.

"No...I think I'm supposed to go to you," she said with an anxious smile as she moved between my legs, kneeling on the deck.

Just before she took my hard on in her hand, Chad said, "It's a white card. You can make him cum if you want."

"In four minutes...he's not 18, Chad. I'm pretty sure he can last longer than that," she said sarcastically.

Dana took my cock into her mouth, sucking as much as she could inside, which wasn't that much. She tried hard, but she struggled with the girth. Still, she made up for it with enthusiasm, and her wonderful hand working my balls. I was lamenting the fact that I'd only thrown a two. If I'd rolled a five or a six, she likely would have gotten a mouthful after all. Instead, it was me who got the mouthful, as Ann got so turned on by seeing her friend suck my cock, she leaned over and started kissing me, making my cock jump inside Dana's mouth.

When time was up, Dana got up off her knees and walked back around the table. Sitting back in her chair, she rubbed her jaw. "How the hell do you do that?"

"If I ever get lucky enough to get naked, I'd love to show you."

That came on Ann's next turn, as she finally got a number that had her remove a lower garment, which oddly enough was her right shoe. She got tired of not being naked along with her friend, and she surprised all of us by taking off her shorts instead of the stiletto on one of her turns. And she did that by standing up, turning her back to Dana and Chad, and bending over at the waist as she lowered them, showing off her tight ass and bare pussy. There was nothing bashful or shy about it...as I said before, she was brazen, even flirtatious. It was more of a stripper move. Now she was lifting her foot onto the table, spreading her legs obscenely as she removed her shoe. Chad not so subtly moved the game board so he could get a better look though the clear glass. 




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 39



Ann dropped her shoe on the pile of cloths next to her chair, and kept her foot up on the table. "I'm ready...somebody make me do something before I go nuts!" 

Instead, it was Dana. And the culprit again was Chad. He didn't have any cards to play when he rolled, but the space he'd landed on said, "Pull an 'O' card and play immediately against the player of your choosing. 

Handing the card to Dana, she read it. "Taste test. Orally please the player chosen for two minutes." 

"Ann," Chad said without hesitation. 

"What?" Dana asked, knowing she heard him right. He smiled at his wife, and in moments, she was on her knees in front of my love, who was anxiously spreading her legs wide as she looked at me.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Dana stared at the white card in front of her...the one that Chad had just handed her, along with the green one. Ann was right. With his luck, it was like the eighth time he had Dana right where he wanted her. She was weighing her options, trying to decide if she had the nerve to do another dare.

With Ann and I both naked, she knew she'd be doing something to one of us, but she also knew her husband, and what he'd been doing to her.

The game had become very predictable, for the most part. Once Ann was available, Chad kept playing his cards to his wife, and making sure that Ann was on the receiving end of whatever Dana had to do whenever possible. There was a couple that didn't turn out as he'd hoped...one in particular where Dana got a reprieve with a 'draw another card'. That ended up giving her a free 'O' card, which she placed near her, telling Chad, "This is the one I'm going to use on you if I ever get the chance." Even though she wasn't allowed to read the card to see what it said, her sinister tone made us all think it would be a special one.

And there was one turn that Chad tried to orchestrate, but it didn't quite happen as he'd hoped. It was called a player shift, where instead of Dana doing Ann like he wanted, Ann had to do me. And it WOULD have been Ann doing Chad, but he was still dressed. That didn't work out so well for him, since he was still two articles of clothing away from being naked, and Ann got to blow me for 6 minutes. 

Ann let out a little, "Yippie!" and then turned to Dana. "Now you get to see what I was talking about." I was treated to an amazing display of Ann's oral talents, as she deep throated me like the expert she had become from all her practice with her rubber dildo. My head flew back, and I felt my load stirring, but my little cocksucking expert knew it, and she brought me to the edge several times, but didn't let me cum.

As she pulled off, she said, "You don't want the game to end yet, do you?"

It was hard logic, but in truth, as much as I wanted to cum, I actually wanted the game to go on. I suffered along with a raging hard on as we continued. Chad rolled, and he ended up handing Dana another 'O' card, with an 'X2' added to it. So, Dana stared at those cards in front of her, sighing as she got up the courage to pick up the one that would determine the fate of what would happen next. As it turned out, Chad had lucked out again. 

Dana read it aloud, saying, "Truth or Dare, 'O' style. Same rules apply, but orgasms are on the board within the time limit. If player chooses a Dare, pick a Truth or Dare card from the pile and have fun!" She slammed the card down in mock anger and said, "Can you believe it...even when I get a white card, it still ends up as a yellow one. I swear!"

"You could always do the 'truth' part instead," I said.

"I don't know why I'm so scared of doing a 'truth'...maybe I just need to get over it." Dana thought it over for a couple of minutes and said, "Hell, just give me a 'truth' question."

"Okay, I'm going to use the 'Dominate' option. Now you have to do a truth, AND a dare," Chad said with a smirk.

"Fuck...I forgot he could do that! I hate this game." 

Chad chuckled and said, "No you don't. Look at your nipples. You're on fire right now, sweetie...and you know it. I want you to do the Dare first."

Dana looked at him, and I could tell she wanted to rip his pants off and fuck him right then and there. Instead, she reached down and picked up a yellow card and flipped it over.

"'Reciprocate'...what the fuck does that mean? It says 'Player accepting challenge will also receive'...what's that?" 

Chad read the box top again to be sure, and said, "It means, you give and you get. I get to choose what you do, and who you do it with."

Ann had warned Dana after the first time he had Dana eat her, telling her that Chad would choose the same thing every time he got the chance. It turned out that she had been right, as Chad had Dana eat Ann four different times. It was never more than 6 minutes, because he never seemed to be as lucky with the second roll. But it was taking its toll on the both of them. Dana was frustrated because she wasn't getting any stimulation, and Ann was frustrated because there was never enough time for her to cum.

But this time, Chad rolled a six. He suddenly wished he hadn't been so hasty and insisted on the 'truth' to go along with the dare. Since he'd already chosen that, he couldn't use the 'Times Two' card to double the time. 

Still, Dana looked at him, waiting. We all were.

"Ann," he said.

"No kidding...what are we doing?" she asked as she rolled her eyes.

Chad looked at me, and I smiled. We both said, "Sixty-nine" at the same time.

To my surprise, Ann said, "It's about fucking time!" She got up and walked over to a lounge chair on the deck, resetting the back so that it was in full decline. Lying down, she motioned Dana over. "Don't start being shy now...I need to cum!"

And she did. They both did. They had six minutes, and they ate each other with such fervor that they each came a couple of times. I had actually made them wait a minute before they started, and I ducked through the house and ran out to the car to get the Polaroid. I never bothered to get dressed, taking a chance that at that hour, if I were actually spotted, no one would know to even look that close. I hadn't factored in the streetlight out in front of their house, but at that point I didn't care. It only made me move faster.

Ann was used to the camera. Dana took a moment to warm up to the idea, but once Ann slipped her tongue inside her pussy, Dana lost all her inhibitions. The two women; the two friends, had suddenly become lovers, if even for what would be the briefest of moments. But it was a moment that needed captured forever, at least as far as I was concerned.

It was a monumental moment for Ann, and for me. We'd danced around the subject ever since our last night together in Indiana, when she alluded to the fact that she was willing to have a threesome with the waitress at the Cheddar's restaurant where we had dinner. From that point on, we flirted with the idea of Ann being with a woman, including Ann's assertion that she'd do it if I 'made' her. In this case, we were on the fringes of my actually doing just that. I didn't bring it up; it was in the context of the game, and it was Chad's decision in the game, even though I'd seconded it. Well, since I'd said 'sixty-nine' at the exact same time, it wasn't exactly a 'second'. But it was his turn in the game, and his card that presented the opportunity.

But it WAS me that 'made' Ann play the game in the first place. And it was me that 'made' her accept the rule that her being with Dana sexually was a possibility, since I didn't create a rule against same sex activities between the women like I had for myself. I knew it was what Ann wanted, since she never said it was off the list of things she'd do. Not only didn't she make any kind of protest, she had sent off signals that she embraced it. As I thought of all that while I watched the two of them explore each other, it dawned on me that Dana hadn't put up any resistance either. 

It was six minutes of sexually charged excitement and bliss. Not just for Ann and Dana, who reaped the benefits of their inspired efforts to get each other off. My cock was aching from being so hard. I had gotten excited before by seeing two women together, starting with Dawn and Jill months before, and as recent as Tina and Carol in the parking lot on my trip to West Virginia for the job interview. But this was Ann. This was the love of my life, lying on a thick, soft, floral patterned cushion on top of a lounge chair, willingly spreading her legs to be eaten by a close girlfriend, while she dipped her own tongue deep into the snatch that was lowered over her face. The entire scene had me so turned on I had to fight my urge to grab my shaft and start jerking it wildly.

I glanced over to Chad, and he had the same expression on his face that I did. Mouth open, eyes glazed, lust written all over it. He was practically drooling. He kept glancing at his watch, and as it got closer and closer to the time the girls were supposed to stop, he finally looked over at me.

"What do you think? Should we give them an extra couple of minutes?" he said in a whisper as he leaned over toward me.

I looked down at my enraged cock, and then I looked him in the eye again. "Are you serious? As hot as this is, I'm not sure how much more foreplay I can take. We need to get this game to the point where we get to have some fun too. Shit, you've still got you're jeans on."

"Yeah, you've got a point," Chad said, adjusting the front of his pants to give his own hard on some room. "I'm getting cramped in there." 

Ann got off one more time, and Dana was just about to launch into another orgasm when Chad said, "Times up." 

"Nooooooo!" Dana groaned as Chad literally pulled her off of Ann. "I'm so close! Please...just another minute," she said, squirming to get out of his grasp, to no avail. 

I helped Ann up, and as she got to her wobbly feet, I pulled her to me and kissed her, tasting Dana's juice as I helped clean her chin and lips. "How was it?" I whispered quickly.

"I...I'll tell you later, baby," she panted, her eyes glassy.

I smiled as I helped her to her seat. She was visibly excited, more so than when she'd started with Dana. I'm sure most of it was from the multiple orgasms she'd just had. I had a little happy thought hit me, remembering how she'd said during our magical first week together that she'd never had one. Now, she seemed to have them all the time. I loved seeing her in the state she was in; aroused, even after just cumming, wanting almost desperately to have another orgasm.

Not as desperate as Dana though, who was still beside herself that she'd been denied one more. She tried to reach between her legs and take care of it herself, but Chad stopped her. "We're still playing the game, Dana. You can't just start frigging yourself. That's not fair to the rest of us."

"But I was so close, dammit. Why couldn't you wait?"

"Because I only got to roll one die. If it had been two, you would have cum again. It's the rules." 

"Stupid fucking rules," Dana said, pouting. 

Ann let out a laugh and said, "I'm sorry I couldn't get you off again."

"You should've put you fingers in my pussy," Dana said, "that always gets me off faster when I get eaten."

Ann laughed again and said, "And I would know that how?"

Dana looked at her, and her eyes opened wider. Blushing a little, she apologized. "Oh...God, I'm sorry Ann. You're right, how could you possibly know that? I'm just..."

"I know...so am I," Ann giggled like a schoolgirl, finishing Dana's sentence. Chad and I both wanted to know the part they seemingly skipped over. But the girls weren't saying any more. THEY knew what they meant. It was one of those non-verbal moments where they connected, and didn't need words to convey what they felt, or shared.

Chad shook his head and said, "Okay...well, time for the other part."

"What other part?" Dana asked.

"You still owe me a 'Truth', remember?"

"Oh...yeah," she said timidly.

"Yeah. So, your truth is, do you like eating Ann's pussy?"

Dana shook a little, the question hitting deep inside. She got instantly nervous, and she glanced at Ann, who was grinning. In fact, Ann leaned forward, putting her elbows on the table. Hell, so did I. It was like something out of an old 'E.F Hutton' commercial. She was about to talk, and everybody was going to listen. 

Dana swallowed hard, as she tried to think of a way to formulate her answer. But Chad wasn't having any of that. "It's a 'yes' or 'no' question. Do you like eating her pussy? You've had your tongue there a half dozen times now, and this last time was certainly enough for you to formulate an educated opinion. So, what is it?"

There was silence as the three of us hung on Dana's expectant revelation. The proverbial pregnant pause...named because it seemed like nine months before Dana finally said anything. The odd thing was, she didn't know where to look when she finally got up the courage to answer the question. She didn't know if she should look at Chad, who had asked the question, or Ann, whom the question directly referred to. 

Looking back and forth between her husband and her best friend, Dana finally settled...on me. She looked at me and said, "Yes."

"Yes what?" Chad said, pressing her for more.

I'm not sure that was part of the rules. He'd said himself it was a yes or no question. But Dana had already resigned herself to the answer, and so she added, "Yes. I liked it. I liked it a lot."

Chad's grin said it all. Actually, so did Ann's. But nothing was actually said. The game continued, with the tension greatly increased. In fact, it went on another half-hour, with both Ann and Dana having to suck my cock again. 

Chad however, was suddenly frustrated. He saw me getting hummers, not just from my wife, but his as well, and it was as if he'd just realized what he was missing. He'd spent the entire game on the offensive, trying to put Dana into as many compromising situations as he could...all ones that he found exciting. But he'd been ignoring his own potential pleasure. And now that he wanted it, the dice suddenly decided not to cooperate. He couldn't land on a space to allow himself to remove the final two pieces of clothing he was wearing. He'd land on ones that told him to remove something north of his border, but nothing below the waist.

Dana started teasing him, saying that she had that special card she was saving for him, even though she didn't know what it said. She'd play her other cards, on either Ann or me, but she saved that one, turn after turn after turn. She was taunting him with it. And it was getting late. Chad had to work the next day, and so did Dana. I knew that was weighing on their minds. More Chad than Dana...as he kept looking at his watch, becoming more agitated by the second that he still wasn't naked. 

Finally, we all agreed that we would take one more turn. Well, three of the four of us agreed. Chad lobbied for more time to get naked. Or, save that, he asked if he could just strip for the last round. The majority ruled in favor of it being the last round. But Dana was adamant that because Chad had gone out of his way to go after her in the game, he shouldn't be allowed to circumvent the rules just so he could get involved at the end.

"It's all about strategy," she lobbied. "You chose to play the game the way you did, and you got your jollies out of it. You can't have it both ways." Chad was disappointed, he knew she was right.

On my next turn, I finally got a card that I could play to Ann, hitting a yellow 'Truth or Dare' space. I quickly picked up the card and slid it in front of Ann, along with a green 'X2' card. 

"Truth," Ann said quickly.

"Double it. Two truths," I said, just as fast. 

Ann sat back in her chair, surprised. "You're not splitting them up? I thought for sure you'd say 'dominate' and make me do a truth AND a dare."

"Not this time," I said. I knew she said she would tell me later about her experience with Dana. Part of me wanted to make her say it in front of Dana. But part of me wanted to keep that for myself, just between the two of us. I was torn between the two, and I had two questions to ask. For a brief moment, I wondered if I should have made her do a dare instead. 

"Okay, so...what do you want to know? How was it for me?" she said, anticipating the question. 

"No...I'm not interested in that right now. First, I want to know if you're disappointed that Chad isn't naked yet."

"Well yeah. I mean, we all know why he was doing it, but I think it would have been nice if there was another cock to play with. And looking at him, I think he knows now the whole thing backfired on him."

He groaned as Dana leaned over and licked his earlobe. "You're right about that," she said into his ear, which only made him groan louder.

"Okay, baby. What else do you want to know?" Ann asked me.

"I want to know if you're upset that it looks like you're not going to get to suck Chad."

Ann thought about it for a moment, and finally said, "You know, not really. I wouldn't say upset. I told you before I'm not necessarily looking to do other guys. If it were part of the game, I obviously would have done it. And if you make me do it, I obviously would, since I think it's still Sunday. But I wouldn't say I'm upset about it. I'm more surprised, really."

"Why is that?" Dana asked.

Ann looked at her and smiled. "I'm sorry, Dana...I've already answered my questions. If we're not bending the rules for Chad, I don't feel I should for you."

"Oh...I...I guess you're right," Dana said, trapped in the web she'd spun herself.

~*~*~*~*~*~

It was Ann's turn, and she rolled. The space she landed on allowed her to play any card she wanted, and she had two 'O' cards in front of her. She finally chose one, and played it in front of me. "Time to see what you have to do," she said as she put a green card in front of it, doubling the time of whatever it was I was supposed to do.

"Who am I playing with?" I asked.

Ann smiled and said, "I think this time I'd like you to be with Dana."

That surprised me a little, although I'm not sure why. I turned the card over, and read it. "It's your lick-y day. Time to use your tongue wherever you're told."

"Gee, that's clever," Dana said sarcastically.

"Nevertheless, I'm pretty sure you're going to be thanking me, since he's going to lick your pussy for about," Ann stopped and rolled the die, which landed on a 5. "Oh my God...ten full minutes. I'm soooo jealous right now," Ann said sexily.

I got up, my hard cock bobbing up and down as I walked over to Dana and got on my knees in front of her. She'd been in that position for me three times, sucking my cock wonderfully. But they were always short, quick adventures. Never quite enough to make me explode. Now, I had ten full minutes to return the favor...and based on how she reacted when Ann ate her, I knew I'd take her farther than she'd been able to take me.

"Are you ready?" I asked Dana, who nodded nervously. I turned to Chad and said, "You can start the time, just let me know when I've got a minute left, okay?"

"Why?" Dana asked.

"Because, you're not cumming before then," I said with a grin.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Ann's soft hand rubbed me on the back, just before she helped me to my feet. Pulling me to her, she kissed me, tasting Dana's cum on my face as she licked and sucked at my lips. Her left hand slipped between our bodies, and she took my shaft, slowly stroking it. I could feel the heat in her chest as her nipples poked into my skin.

"God that was hot, baby. I love you so much," she said as she dug the fingers of her right hand into my hair and pressed our mouths together.

It was a passionate, crazed kiss. Ann was excited, having watched me with her friend, playing Dana like she was my own personal instrument. There was no jealousy in Ann's eyes as we parted our mouths for a moment. There was only love, the smile on her face one of pure happiness. Her deep brown eyes were ablaze, and I knew that while the game was coming to a quick end, Ann and I were just about to begin. The night had been a wonderful, drawn out prelude to what was close at hand. But we had the game to finish, and our friends were waiting. 




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 40



Rays of sunlight snuck past the slats of the venetian blinds; the telltale stripes of sunbeams cutting across our naked bodies as we lay together, uncovered on the mattress. Ann and I were spooning in my all time favorite position. The one I'd dreamed on countless lonely nights. The one I'd finally had after some 4 years, that first night I was with Dawn.

Now I was having that same amazing experience with Ann; and I even though I was exhausted, and a little dazed that the heat from the sunlight had woken me up, I couldn't have been happier. My right hand was draped over Ann, resting on her left tit. My left arm bent as my hand was under my head, supporting the fluffy down pillow. My left leg was straight; my right bent, with my knee lovingly trapped between Ann's magical thighs. 

But the best part...the part that I dreamed about, and frankly, loved, was that Ann and I were still coupled together. My cock was it's normal morning state of arousal, which meant it was fully erect and hard as a rock. And it was still buried deep inside Ann's pussy, where it was when we both drifted off almost immediately after we'd cum together following a slow, tender half hour of lovemaking. Well, most of it was slow and tender. I smiled when I thought about the way we ended. 

I lifted my head slightly, trying to see the clock up on the end table next to the couch. The table that was three feet above my head. Ann and I were sleeping on a thin mattress laid out on the floor; the one pulled off of the hide-a-bed. She'd sold her bed months before, and was using the old couch Chad and Dana had as a bed. But the springs inside the hide-a-bed were shot, and Ann said we'd never get a good nights sleep on it. She had been pulling the mattress out and laying there on the floor since the first night she'd been using it.

And Ann using the mattress on the floor kind of changed my mental image of her from all of those nights we'd been on the phone while I was talking her through some amazing orgasm, and she would often do the same for me. I always pictured Ann on a big, four poster bed, fucking herself with her magic dildo. It never occurred to me she was on some old, well-used couch mattress lying on the floor. Not that it mattered. That only made those now altered memories seem hotter in some odd way; like she was so desperate to cum for me she didn't care where she was. Still, I realized that one of the first things we'd be buying together after we moved to West Virginia was a new bed. One that was more deserving of her. I'd be taking mine, but it was smaller than I wanted for the two of us, more suited for a guestroom.

As I strained my neck to try and see what time it was, Ann moved, her lower body reacting to my cock deep inside her tender pussy. She breathed deep as she felt my shaft pulsing, raging and ready once again to bring her whatever pleasure she wanted. I felt her hand touching my balls, as if to confirm she wasn't dreaming. I put my head back on the pillow and squeezed her breast.

"Mmmm...what time is it lover?" she cooed as I took a small stroke inside her, trying to make sure she was lubed enough that I wouldn't hurt her. I could hear the squishing sounds, as my cock easily slid out, and then back in, the stroke itself no more than an inch as the base nestled back firmly against her ass and pubic mound.

"It's almost ten," I said, thinking about how I was now used to the time change. A quick passing thought hit me, thinking that if I was back home, it would be close to one and my workday would be almost over. This was so much better than working it wasn't funny.

"I see you took my hint about fucking me whenever you want to. What a wonderful way to wake up."

"Yes, it is. It's my favorite," I said.

Ann's brow furrowed as she questioned my response. "How...how long have you been fucking me?" Ann asked, looking over her shoulder with a puzzled grin.

"I never stopped, lover."

~*~*~*~*~*~

Dana was standing in the grass, looking at me like I'd just told her she had to run naked through the streets of the town she lived in. Of course, she was already naked, and I'd just reminded her that the second of the three 'dares' I'd gotten on the last card of the adult board game she had talked us into playing was going to be directed at her. For all she knew, I WAS going to make her streak around her neighborhood. 

Ann was standing next to me, still stroking my hard cock. More accurately, she was stroking my still hard cock, as I'd just coated her face and hair moments before with a huge load of my sperm. Dana had been staring at Ann, and then my cock, going back and forth between those two focal points. The crazed look in her eyes made me very glad I'd insisted on the 'no fucking spouses' rule before we'd started the game.

But once I'd said to Ann that the next dare was Dana's, Dana stopped looking at my cock, and Ann's face. She was totally focused on me, staring into my eyes. I could tell by the look on her face that she'd been so engrossed in Ann and I fucking each other, including the fireworks ending, that she'd totally forgotten about the game, and the fact that I'd announced that one of the three dares would be hers. 

"I'm...next?" she said, pointing at herself.

Ann laughed and said what I'd been thinking. "You forgot, didn't you?" Dana nodded, and Ann shook her head in disbelief. "I'm going to go in and check on the girls. Whatever Neil's going to have you do, I'm sure we don't want one of them waking up to see it."

"They'll be fine, Ann. You know they never wake up once they're asleep," Chad said.

"Do you really want to take that chance?" Ann asked, being practical "Let's just be safe...I'm sure you're right, but it will only take me a minute to check. I'll be right back." 

Ann let go of my cock to walk into the house, which made it bob up and down a couple of times. Dana's eyes were drawn back to it, and Chad let out a little groan, thinking he was going to watch his wife play with my cock again. I don't think that bothered him as much as not being able to get involved himself.

"You know, Dana...if we ever DO play this damn game again, I'll never play that way again. I think I'd rather do a dare than be left out all night long," he said, almost pouting.

"Who said anything about you being left out?" I asked.

"You did...you said that two of the dares were for Ann, and one was for Dana."

"Right...but I didn't say what they were, and if you remember, the card said all players are in play. Which means you, buddy!" I said, slapping him on the shoulder.

"Really?" he said, getting excited.

"Yeah...really."

"So, what does that mean?" Dana asked.

"It means I have to ask you a question."

Dana took a deep breath, knowing whatever question I was going to ask her was likely to be one where she'd wished she'd taken a deep breath. So, she inhaled as a preemptive measure, and after exhaling, she said, "Okay...what would you like to ask?"

I grinned, trying to appear charming, and said, "I was just wondering...have you ever been involved in a threesome?"

~*~*~*~*~*~

The sun felt good on my skin, even though it had woken me up sooner than my body was ready for. I'd only been in California a couple of days, but I knew I'd adjusted to the time difference. I wasn't tired from the travel any longer...I was exhausted from the sex. Ann and I had been going at each other practically nonstop ever since I'd landed at the airport. Add to that the extra curricular fun we'd had with Chad and Dana the night before, and there had to be a toll to pay. Yet I felt I was suffering more from mental fatigue. It wasn't the sex physically...it was the thinking about sex constantly. I was tired...happily. 

Ann reached behind her, and me, gently stroking my ass as I moved my hips ever so slightly in and out. I was making the same short strokes, no more than an inch. I wasn't really fucking Ann. Sure, my cock was deep inside her, but I wasn't fucking as much as I was filling her up...stuffing her pussy and keeping it feeling stretched and, well...used.

"You feel so huge, baby. Are you...bigger...in the mornings? 

"I don't think so...I've never been one of those guys that felt compelled to measure himself. Why?"

Ann let out a little laugh and said, "You mean you didn't have a chart like that kid in 'Porky's'?"

I laughed and said, "Hardly...that seems a little vain." 

"So, you've never been curious about just how big you are?" she asked rather innocently.

"It's not like I don't know. I have been measured before."

"What, for a suit?"

"No...by the way, how did you know my suit size?" I said, changing the subject.

"What?"

"You know, for my Bond suit. How did you know?"

"It's my job, babe. I know clothes. You wore a pair of Levi's the one day we were together, and the tag was on the back...so I kind of cheated there. I guessed at the jacket, but I knew I was close. It fit great too, based on the pictures you sent. Now what were you talking about? You've been measured?"

"Yes. There was this curious girl I fucked once in college. Said I was the biggest she'd ever had and wanted to know how big I was. I couldn't tell her, so she got out a measuring tape."

"What...out of her toolbox?"

"It wasn't a carpentry tape. It was one of those from a sewing kit...the cloth kind. And I didn't call it her toolbox...it was just a pussy. Not a very good one either...I only fucked her once."

"Wow...I never thought of my pussy as a 'toolbox'...you are SO funny!" she laughed. 

I didn't think it was as funny as she was making it out to be, but Ann's infectious laughter had me laughing with her. "I never said YOUR pussy, Ann. I was talking about hers...I don't even remember her name."

"Isn't a toolbox where you keep your tool when you're not using it?"

"Yeah...so," I said, not thinking about what she said.

"Well, you said you kept yours in me all night...I think qualifies," she said, laughing again. I pulled back, taking most of my cock out of her, before slamming back deep inside Ann. Ann let out a little grunt, her eyes widening. "What was that for?" she said as I pulled out to do it again.

"Just wanted to use my hammer," I said with a grin.

"Careful babe. I'm a little sore from yesterday...you really fucked me hard last night." 

I could tell Ann was serious, and I quickly backed off. I loved being playful with her, but the thought of hurting her made me blanch. I didn't totally soften, but my cock did feel the effects. "I'm sorry baby," I said as I pulled out.

"Oh...Neil. I didn't mean you had to stop. I wanted it that way. I just..." But Ann couldn't say anything to save it. The moment was lost. Our talking had me in the mood for a hard, vigorous morning romp...but Ann needed something else. I was okay with it, but my once I thought I was hurting her, my body...namely, my dick, shut down. 

Yet Ann didn't get upset. She was a compassionate, understanding lover, and she knew what happened and why. That can only come from experience, and being confident in yourself...and both Ann and I shared those traits now. We'd been battle tested in previous relationships, and what we'd gone through brought us together as two stronger, more open people than we otherwise would have been. 

Instead of dwelling on what happened, or being upset, Ann rolled with the flow. She wasn't giving up on the moment, only altering the mood to help me get back into one that would lead to something I was sure would be wonderful.

She turned over and kissed me, pulling me into her arms. We held each other for a while, gently stroking each other's skin lightly. "I could really use a hot soak right now. Would you like me to wash you?" Ann said, biting the edge of her lower lip as her big brown eyes twinkled in the slivers of sunlight that were landing squarely over the mattress. It made me wonder why she would place the mattress right next to the window of the enormous bedroom. 

"Are you sure?" I asked, grabbing her ass.

"Baby...I've still got two loads of dried cum on my face and in my hair...I can't look that good."

"You look fantastic to me. In fact, I wouldn't mind waking up to you looking like that all the time."

"Ha...I'm sure you wouldn't. I still can't believe you made me go to bed like this."

"It was Sunday," I said with a smile.

"Actually, I'm pretty sure it was Monday when we went to bed...but I did feel pretty slutty. I love you!"

"I love you to," I said giving her another kiss.

"So...do you want me to wash you?" she said, saying it in a way that made it sound very alluring. 

It was an offer I found hard to argue with, particularly since she had me hard again, her hand softly massaging my balls. "Yeah...that sounds wonderful, babe."

"Great...let me clean up just a little first. You really made a mess of me last night."

"It wasn't just me," I said, reminding her of how our night outside had ended.

"Yeah...I know. I still can't believe we did that...that I did that! And yes...I know, it was Sunday."

"Did you have fun?"

"You know I did...and I think they did too. Why don't you get us some orange juice...I'm going to clean up a little bit, and get myself ready for you. Okay?"

Ann hopped up and walked into the bathroom, leaving the door open, and leaving me there. I was hard again, and still horny. But I didn't mind. I knew whatever Ann was planning would be worth it. Shaking my head, I laid back down on the mattress for a moment, thinking about Chad and Dana, and the finale of the game we'd played. 

~*~*~*~*~*~

Ann walked back out onto the deck, closing the sliding glass door quietly behind her. She was wearing her little silky Kimono, having to put something on to cover herself when she'd gone in to check on the girls. Of course, her face and hair were still covered with the big load of cum I'd squirted all over her, but I'm sure she didn't go all the way into their room.

She stopped in her tracks as she looked at the three of us in the grass. "How long was I gone?" she asked with a little laugh as she watched the action.

"Are the girls still sleeping," Chad said breathlessly.

"You were right. They're out...and they will be for the night. I'm amazed at how sound they both sleep," she said as she opened the tie and let the robe slip off her shoulders. She threw it onto the deck next to her clothes, and stepped to the edge of the deck, sitting down on the top step. "I closed their door to be safe though. Look, I know I wasn't gone THAT long. What happened?"

"Who are you asking?" I said, grinning at her.

"Well, I can't ask Dana. Her mouth's full!" Ann said as she parted her legs and started playing with her clit as she watched Dana take on Chad and me.

~*~*~*~*~*~

"NO...are you kidding!" Dana snapped at my question.

"Have you ever THOUGHT about being in a threesome," I asked.

"I thought this was a dare...you didn't say anything about me having to tell the truth!"

"You're right...sorry. Although I think that answered my question." Dana turned red again, embarrassed once more during a game she not only wanted to play, but indicated she was more than willing to play again someday.

"W...what am I supposed to do?" she asked nervously.

"You're supposed to do a dare. And I'm thinking that now is as good a time as any for you to live out the fantasy you're not talking about."

"I never said it was a fantasy. You just asked if I ever thought about it."

"And you have...you just admitted it there."

Dana gave me a grin, knowing I'd tricked her into admitting it. "Fine...you got me. Now how do you want me?"

I loved the way she put it, but my options were somewhat limited. I wasn't going to bend on the 'no fucking spouses' rule. But, I did have a surprise up my sleeve. Of course, my sleeve was on my shirt, which was underneath my shorts in a pile on the deck next to the chair I'd been sitting in. But I had one, nonetheless.

"Well, you're dare is to do a threesome. Undress your husband, and fuck him. You can choose the position...it really doesn't matter to me. And once you're ready, you can have your threesome."

Dana never hesitated, practically ripping the jeans off of Chad to get to his boxers. She pushed him onto the lawn to take off the jeans, and then she yanked the underwear down his legs, throwing it aimlessly into the air. His hard cock was a little longer than mine, somewhere between 7 and 8 inches, but it was pencil thin; a little over half the width of mine. But I could see in Dana's eyes that she was in love with that cock, and the guy it was attached too.

Chad tried to get up, but Dana pushed him back onto his back. "I get to choose the position, so stay put. I'm fucking you just like that," she said as she turned her back to him, and straddled his body. Squatting over his cock, Dana got on her knees, her legs against Chad's sides as she reached between her legs to grab his shaft. A second later, she'd fed his long shaft into her cunt and sank quickly down onto it, making them both groan. 

Dana started riding up and down on Chad's cock. She had her head back; her eyes closed as her curly blond hair bounced along with her tits. Chad reached up and spanked her ass one time, and her eyes snapped open. She started to say something, but she saw me, and her eyes locked on mine. She stared at me, and I wondered what was going on in her mind. I was having trouble reading her expression, and I finally deduced that she was trying to come to terms with what she was about to do.

Dana grabbed her tits, pushing them together as she held them up, showing them to me. I smiled, and her eyes lit up. I was standing a couple of feet from her, just enjoying the show she was putting on, when she crooked her finger to motion me closer. I gave her a quick questioning look, and she pouted her lip. "I can't have a threesome unless there are three," she said, leaning forward.

I took one step forward, thinking I was still out of reach. I just wanted to tease her, but she leapt forward on her next stroke and grabbed my cock, literally pulling me to her. And then I was in her mouth as Dana stuffed as much of my shaft past her lips as she could. I could feel the tip of my cock against the back of her throat as she grabbed my ass and tried to force feed herself. But she couldn't get more than half my cock inside.

Resigned that she wasn't going to learn to deepthroat like Ann in a day, she tried to settle in to a rhythm where she could both fuck and suck. It wasn't the best position for it, but she'd wanted Chad flat on his back, so there was a learning curve. But after a couple of minutes, she not only got the hang of it...she got into it. 

Dana was rocking back and forth, and as she slammed down onto Chad, my cock would pull out of her mouth...and then she move back up off of Chad's cock to ram my shaft back into her throat. She'd been doing that for just a few minutes when Ann came out of the house. Dana's eyes shot over to Ann, but she never stopped. She just got more excited, knowing that she was now the one performing.

Ann played with herself as she sat on the steps of the deck, and I answered her question, saying, "It's actually only been a couple of minutes."

"Well, you sure didn't waste any time. I really wanted to see the look on her face when you told her what to do," Ann said.

"Why don't you get the look on her face now," I said, pointing at the camera lying in the grass, next to a couple dozen pictures of Ann and I fucking earlier, and a couple of unopened packages of Polaroid film. Ann scrambled to her feet and grabbed the camera. She had to reload before she could take any, but she did that quickly and snapped a few of the three of us.

Watching one of them develop, Ann said, "This is so hot!" She looked at me and said, "Is my last dare going to involve a threesome too?" Her face was nervous, but her eyes were hopeful. 




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I nodded, and said, "Yes, it is. Right now. I've been warming her up for you." 

I pulled out of Dana's mouth, and she practically cried out. "BUT...I thought this was the dare!" 

"No...I said it was going to be a threesome. You're the one that pulled me over, remember? I never said it was going to be me."

Dana got a wry smile on her face as Ann stepped up into my place and looked down at her. Ann grabbed Dana, putting her hands into the thick curls on her head. As Dana started to move forward to eat Ann, I stopped them.

"That's not the dare, Anna."

"What? Well, what is it, then?" she asked as Dana licked her lips subconsciously.

I spent the next minute directing Ann and Dana, with Chad lying there on the grass with a big grin on his face. At least, it was a grin until Ann squatted over his head and lowered her pussy to his waiting mouth. I had Dana turn around, so she was facing Ann, and they were told they had to kiss while Dana fucked Chad, and he ate Ann. I also told Dana that she could cum, but she needed to let Ann get Chad off with her mouth when he was ready.

I pulled up a chair from off the deck, and took pictures while I watched. I'd watched sex before, whether it was in the pages of an adult magazine, or a porn video or movie. I'd even had the pleasure of watching in person, like Dawn and Jill reenacting a scene from their favorite porno flick, or Tina and Tammy taking on Kyle in the bedroom of the hotel suite in Northern Virginia. But this was Ann, and that brought out entirely new emotions.

I wasn't jealous...not at all. I was...proud. Proud that she was branching out sexually, daring to go where I 'made' her go, even though we both knew it was where she really wanted to go anyway. Proud that she was so confident in me and in herself, that we could handle that type of fun as a couple and still flourish together. Proud that she was proud, her body showing it in every graceful move she made. Mostly, I was proud that she was mine.

Dana rode Chad for all she was worth, and it appeared to be worth two strong orgasms. And Chad appeared to fairly adept at eating pussy, because Ann had two herself. I was amazed at how much they got into each other, kissing, sucking each other's nipples...playing with each other's breasts. They were giggling like little girls, between the moaning and groaning, and it made for great theatre. My rock hard cock proved it.

Chad started moving his hips, and Dana said, "He'd getting close to cumming, Ann." Ann looked at me and I just smiled. Dana looked over at my grinning face, and said, "Do I HAVE to get off?" 

"You've gotten off twice...it's his turn, and I already made the dare with Anna."

"Fine...then I'm going to find something else to play with for a while," she said as she reluctantly got off her husband's cock and walked over to me. Kneeling between my legs, she bent over to suck my shaft. But I stopped her.

"You wouldn't bend the rules for Chad. So I really don't think it's fair that you suck me, Dana."

Dana was shocked for a moment, but she realized I was right. She stayed there on the ground, turning to watch with me as Ann lowered herself down, getting into a sixty-nine with Chad. Ann swallowed his shaft in one quick motion, her lips touching his hairy sack. 

I could hear Chad mumble, and he let out a loud growl as Ann held herself in that position, letting him feel the sensations of getting deepthroated. I assumed that was a first for him the way he reacted, and I could see Ann smile around the base of his long, thin cock. I took a couple of pictures, and then I tapped Dana on the head.

"Be a dear and get me another pack of film. I don't want to miss the ending."

Neither did she. Dana got the film, and then she pulled down a chair of her own and sat next to me. She put her feet up on the seat, spreading her knees wide against the arms before she started fingering her puffy pussy. 

Chad was getting closer, and finally he pushed Ann off his face to the side so he could breathe. "That feels so incredible!" he said, his eyes wild as he sat up. 

Ann moved her body around, getting between his legs. She giggled over his shaft as she began fucking him with her face, moving her head up and down as fast as she could. Chad put one hand on the back of her head, guiding her...letting her know how much he was enjoying what she was doing to him. 

Ann pulled off, and asked, "Are you close?" Chad nodded, and she said, "Stand up...I want you to shoot on me like Neil did."

"I don't shoot that much," he said sheepishly as he scrambled to his feet.

"I don't care...I want to feel it. I want to feel your cum on my face too."

Ann took his shaft back in her mouth and sucked him deep a couple more times. She had his balls in her hands, squeezing them gently, coaxing him to cum for her. Chad's hand went back to her head, and his head leaned back. 

Dana leaned over to me and said, "I really do need to learn how to do that. After Ann, he's never going to want one of my blowjobs again."

"Don't say that, Dana. You're really good at it."

"You're just saying that to be nice," she said, turning her attention to me for a moment.

"No...I'm not. Every woman does it different, and you're great. I would have cum a little bit ago if Ann wouldn't have walked out of the house." That was the truth...to a point. I would have, eventually. Dana was good at giving head. But after just cumming twice in the previous few hours, it was going to take a while to build up another batch of sperm. Still, Dana knew I was sincere. 

But as Dana turned back to Ann, who was holding her face against Chad's abdomen, her tongue extending past her mouth to lick his balls, she smiled. "Thanks, Neil. You're a sweetheart to say it. And I know I'm good...but I'm not in that league," she said pointing at Ann. "And I want to be. And I meant what I said earlier...I'm getting one of those big dildos Ann has to practice. Someday, we're going to do this again!"

A chill ran through my body when Dana said that. A part of that was caused by her words. Another was caused by her hand reaching over to stroke my cock slowly as we watched Ann and Chad. And another part was caused by Chad, who started flexing his hips and grunting.

"I'm going to cum, Ann!" he announced with a snarl, his legs starting to shake.

Ann quickly pulled back and started jacking him off with her right hand. I noticed, right away. It may have been just the way it was...the normal hand Ann would have used since she really was right handed. But it was significant to me, because it wasn't the hand her engagement ring was on. 

"Give it to me," Ann begged, as she opened her mouth and extended her tongue.

Chad came. And I think the size of his load surprised even him. Dana was laughing, saying, "He must really be excited."

Ann happily took six to seven shots of cum from Chad's straining cock as she pumped him for all she was worth. The first couple of spurts landed on her hair and her forehead, before she adjusted and took a few on her face. I was snapping pictures as fast as I could, moving off the chair to get closer to the action. 

"Ummmmm," Ann cooed as a big splash landed directly on her tongue. But she held it there for all to see, and for me to capture on film twice, before swallowing it down and taking the head of Chad's cock back in her mouth, wanting to drain him. But Chad was one of those guys whose cock gets extra sensitive after he cums. He was squirming all over as Ann tried clean his cock, and she finally had to pull off. But not before squeezing his cock, and licking the very head to get one last drop of sperm that trickled out.

Dana got up, and ran over to Chad, hugging him. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her as I looked at Ann, still on her knees in front of his bobbing cock. "God this was fun," Dana said, as she grabbed his shaft. 

"Yes, it was sweetheart. But we've got to get to bed...we have to work in the morning."

I helped Ann to her feet, and she smiled. "How do I look," she asked proudly.

"Like my slut, Anna," I said, knowing that's how she wanted to feel. 

She was surprised I said it, considering my feelings about the word. But her smile widened, and she said, "That's right. And I always will be!"

~*~*~*~*~*~

Ann led me hand in hand down the long darkened hallway towards her bedroom, which was at the very end. We tiptoed past the girls' room...their door still closed as we carried our clothes along with us. And we passed Chad and Dana's room as well. We'd left them in the yard, still kissing each other. And while Chad said they had get to bed because they had to go to work in the morning, it didn't look like sleeping would be on the agenda right away.

Ann closed the door to her room behind us and flipped on a light. I smiled as I looked at her. She was covered with my cum, and Chad's fresh load. She looked a mess, and yet she looked so sexy to me. She caught me staring, and laughed. "You really DO like how I look, don't you?"

"I love you, Anna," I said, nodding my head.

"It's after midnight, baby. Sunday's over. I'm Ann again. And I need to get cleaned up for bed."

"There's no pumpkin, Anna. It doesn't end at midnight. You're my slut until we wake up."

"Is that the rule then...Sunday's don't end until Monday morning?"

"Yeah...I don't want to be looking at a clock thinking that times up. If we're going to do our Sunday's, it needs to be an extended Sunday, I think."

"Soooo...I can't clean up?"

"No. You earned that look. I think you should keep it. That's what you wanted, isn't it?"

"I never thought of it that way...but if that's what you want...I guess it's still Sunday," she said with a smile. 

Ann walked over to the couch and went to pull it open. Throwing the cushions to the side, I looked around the room. Other than that beat up piece of furniture, there was an end table with a lamp. There were tons of cardboard boxes stacked against the wall, along with more boxes that had yet to be made. Ann had suitcases stacked against another the wall, and her huge walk in closet was open, showing it was still filled with clothes and shoes. 

"This is a huge room," I said to Ann, who was pulling the mattress off the bed.

"It's the Master bedroom," she said, dragging the thin bedding across the hardwood floor.

"It is?" I said, a little stunned.

"Yeah. When I moved in, Chad and Dana gave me their bedroom. They wanted me to be able to have some privacy, and this has the Master bathroom, so I don't have to share it with them or the girls."

"Wow...Chad had to be pissed about that," I said, thinking about him having to move all their furniture and all of their clothes to make room for Ann's things.

"Actually, it was his idea," she said as she got some sheets out of the closet. 

"Wow!"

"Yeah...he really is a good man. He and Dana are great together. And he's got a nice dick...no wonder she's so happy all the time," she said, matter of factly. 

I wasn't going to bring up what had just happened. I was going to wait for Ann to. And she just had. But instead of talking about it, my curiosity got the best of me, and I asked why I was closing up the couch, and why she'd taken the mattress off of it. She told me about the bedsprings being shot, and a whole host of other things about Chad and Dana helping her out, including the offer of the couch once she'd sold her furniture. But she knew I'd changed the subject, and she must have wondered if I was avoiding it.

"Are you okay with what happened tonight?" she asked, her hand rubbing up and down my left forearm. 

"Yeah, why?"

"You seem pretty quiet...like you're avoiding the subject."

"I am...well, I was."

"Why...if there's something wrong, we should talk about it. And sooner rather than later...I don't want things eating at us. It can only hurt our relationship."

"There's nothing wrong, babe," I said with a smile.

"Then why were you avoiding the subject?"

"I was giving you time to think about it. I figured we'd talk when you were ready."

"Oh...okay. Well, I'm ready."

"All right...what do you want to talk about?" I asked.

"Are you really okay with what we did tonight? With what...I...did?" she asked, her big brown eyes batting at me.

"Totally, Ann. I had a great time. Chad and Dana are wonderful people...I'd like to think they're my friends. Although I think we just took that friend part to a new level. But anyway...yeah. And I loved what you did. You are so damn HOT! But the bigger question is, are YOU okay with what YOU did?"

"Which part?" she asked, wrinkling her nose at me.

"Start with the ending. The part with Chad...were you okay having sex with him, in front of Dana?"

"It was a little weird at first, but that was more because I was sitting on his face staring at her while she fucked him. It went away pretty quick though."

"Why, because he made you cum?"

"No...that happened later. It was kissing Dana. She was SO into it, and that made me hot. Once it was just Chad and me it felt a little strange again, with both you and Dana watching us...but then I was cumming again, and that kind of made it feel okay."

"Okay?"

"Oh...the orgasm was great! Being with him alone felt okay. You know...not as weird. What about you? Did it feel strange to have Dana suck you?"

"No...I just met her. It's not like we've been friends like you are. But I did enjoy it, and I liked the game."

Ann and I were suddenly lying down on the mattress on the floor of a darkened room. She'd gotten three or four pillows out of the closet before turning out the light, and we were on our sides staring at each other...our heads up against the wall underneath the big window like it was a headboard. Ann's head was propped up by her pillows, one piled on top of the other. I had my head in my hand, held up by my arm bent at the elbow. I was playing footsie with her, running the sole of my foot against her calf. She was wiping some of the fresh cum dangling off her face and bringing it to her mouth. She wasn't doing it to be sexy...it was more practical. But it was keeping my cock hard.

"I really liked the game too," she said, sucking on her fingers. "I wasn't sure I would, frankly. Dana's been trying to talk me into getting us to play it when you got here."

"What?" I said, smiling at her.

"Ever since I set up the Bond weekend for you and Tina...and I showed her the pictures, her life changed. She and Chad have really gotten wild...well, wilder. They were always a pretty sexual couple from what she told me. But it was always the boring, safe kind of sex. But once she saw the picture of you with that mom at the hotel...Melody, she's changed."

"How?" I asked.

"Isn't it obvious?" 

"Not to me...I just met her."

Ann laughed. "You're right. I'm sorry, baby. It's like you've been with me here forever. I talk about you all the time, and I've really felt like you HAVE been with me every day. Is it just me, or does it seem like we've never been apart?"

That question stopped me in my tracks. I hadn't thought about it, but to say that Ann and I had picked up where we'd left off that wonderful summer night in Indiana when I asked her to marry me would be shortchanging it. It really WAS like we'd never been apart. All those moments where I'd been lonely and longing for Ann were gone. Vanished. It was almost like they never happened. And I knew why as soon as she asked the question. It was because we HAD been together. Ann was always in my heart, and I knew for sure at that moment that I'd always been in hers.

My smile told Ann she was right, and she let out a little sigh. "That's why I love you so much. You understand me so well."

"I can say the same thing for you, babe."

"Well, to answer your question, Dana's gotten a lot braver when it comes to sex. It sounds silly, but she would never even kiss Chad in front of the girls before. But now, she's all over him. They don't do anything, you know...obvious, but she's a lot more aggressive now. And from what she's told me, she's been branching out as far as what she's trying. I got the impression they were a missionary only couple, and now she'll tell me about some position she did and how much it turned her on. And the more open she's gotten about talking about sex, the more she's wanted it. Chad's had a shit eating grin on his face for over a month now."

"So how did the game come up?" I asked.

"I really don't remember. We were talking one day...well, Dana was talking. I was listening to her tell me about something she and Chad had done over a weekend while the girls were away. Anyway, the next thing I know, she starts talking about playing with other people...and she brought up your trip again. She asked to see the photos one more time, so I got them out." 

"Okay...so what happened?"

"I had mentioned something about the picture of Tina and Carol, and how they were, you know, eating each other...and how I'm likely going to be with Carol myself, because of what she did for us. And Dana got all excited and started asking me a million questions. That's when she brought up the game. I didn't know what she was talking about at first, so she got it out and showed it to me." 

My hand reached over and started playing with Ann's breast, and she closed her eyes, her warm smile lighting up the room. She instinctively reached forward, knowing exactly where my hardened cock would be. Taking the shaft in her soft hand, she slowly moved it back and forth, jacking me.

"So, are you okay with what you did with Dana?" I asked, tweaking her nipple harder.

Ann bit her lip for a moment, still smiling with her eyes tightly closed. "Mmmmm...yes, I am," she moaned.

"Really? Did you like it?"

"I...I don't know," she said panting a little. "I didn't...hate it. I've been ready for it for a while, but it was different than I thought it would be."

"Wow...well...how..."

Ann's eyes opened wide, and she stared at me as she went back to biting her lip. "Neil, I promise to talk to you about this in the morning...but I don't want to anymore right now, okay?"

"Sure...I..."

"Make love to me, baby. I need to feel you inside me again," she said, her eyes never blinking as she stared deep into mine.

Ann had rolled over onto her side, wanting me to make love to her from behind. We fucked like that for almost a half-hour. It was slow, and gentle. I gripped her body close to mine as we humped into each other. We didn't talk...not one word was spoken the entire time. And yet we heard everything the other was saying and feeling. Our bodies were talking to each other, telling us what the other needed. Ann came twice; strong rolling orgasms that crashed through her body, seeming to linger like thunder rumbling over the open plains. 

Finally, Ann rolled over onto her stomach, wanting more. Her legs were pressed tightly together as I ground my cock deep into her tight pussy. As I moved my body up to get better leverage, I could see her skin glistening in the moonlight coming through the cracks of the blinds. She had surrendered herself to me, wanting me to take her. She reached her arms behind her back, putting her wrists together, and I knew right away what she wanted me to do. I grabbed her wrists with my left hand, holding them together tightly as I rammed my cock harder and faster into her wet, gushing pussy.

Ann whimpered and moaned as I grasped her hands together, raising her hips up to give herself to me even more. Her face was pressed against the pillows, but from her profile, the look on her face was one of bliss. Her face and hair were still covered with streaks of cum from her escapades out in the back yard, now drying as she waited for another cock to explode somewhere for her. She wanted to be taken, to feel like she had no choice but to lie there at accept my pounding. It was the most submissive Ann had ever been when I'd fucked her pussy, and she absolutely loved it...every cock filled inch of it.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 40



She closed her eyes, and moaned as I dug the fingers of my right hand into her ass. She wiggled it wildly, making it harder for me to fuck her. Ann was pretending to struggle, and again I read her. I lifted my hand and gave her a stinging spank, and her eyes flew open. She stifled a scream, but her body trembled as the beginning of another orgasm jolted her. I gave her a couple more spanks as I squeezed her wrists together, each slap against her tight ass causing her groan and edge closer to exploding.

I was ready to explode myself, and I leaned down, pressing my body onto hers, pinning her beneath me. I bit at her ear lightly, then ran my tongue over it roughly. "It's still Sunday, Anna. Cum like the hot little slut you wanted to be for me today," I growled into her ear.

Ann bucked back into me and said, "Oh...fuck...YES!" She started cumming again, and it was more powerful than any she'd had during the day. I'd like to say the same for me, but I'd already cum twice in the previous six hours. I came, but it was far from the normal explosion Ann had bragged about just a couple of hours before. But she didn't care. She seemed thrilled that I came with her...it was more about the quality of the moment than the quantity of my sperm.

I slumped forward, and rolled onto my side, pulling Ann with me back into our spooning position. My chest was heaving as my heartbeat pounded inside it, matching time with my cock, still buried inside Ann's tight cunt. Ann was panting with me, trying to catch her breath. But by the time our breathing and our heartbeats returned to normal, we had both faded together into a deep, wonderful sleep.

~*~*~*~*~*~

"So...you didn't hate it?" I called into the bathroom.

"Hate what?" Ann asked back.

"Eating Dana," I said with a laugh.

There was silence for an awkward moment, before Ann said, "Oh...THAT."

That...was followed by more silence, to the point where I finally said, "Ann, if you don't want to talk about it, it's okay."

Ann peeked her head around the doorframe, her face nervous, and I worried that I should have just let the subject die with our lovemaking the night before. I couldn't figure out her expression; somewhere in between bashful and innocent looking, almost like a young girl full of wonderment who was confused.

"Neil, would it bother you if I said that I really liked it?" she said, her face suddenly flushed, a nervous, crooked smile appearing out of nowhere.

I grinned and said, "No...why would it bother me?"

"Because, I'm still struggling with it. I went to bed last night thinking it was just kind of okay. But now..." Ann's voice trailed off, as she censored herself, staring at the wooden floor.

"Now...what? Are you okay?"

"I'm...not sure."

I got up and walked over to Ann, my feet shuffling. Taking her left hand in right, I lifted her chin with my other hand and kissed her, making her smile brightly. As we parted, my eyes caught hers, and the spark behind them lit up. "What's on your mind?"

"Women," she said. Almost immediately, she shook her head and said, "I cannot believe I just said that. Never mind." She tried to pull her hand away and run back into the bathroom, but I gripped her hand tight and pulled her into my arms.

"Talk to me, Ann."

She took a deep breath, and exhaled. Then she took a second one, building up her courage. I stroked her cheek with the back of him fingers, and she looked at me again. When she saw my smile, she said, "You make me feel so amazing, Neil. I've never had a man like you in my life before."

"I thought you were thinking about women?" I said with a laugh.

"I was, until I looked into those big blue eyes of yours. Now I'm thinking about you."

"So...that's it then," I said, acting like the chapter was closed.

Ann laughed and said, "You know, you just have a way of just getting me to open up. And that makes me feel so safe, and it scares the hell out of me at the same time. Why is that?"

"I'm not sure what you're talking about, baby. Why don't you just tell me, and we'll figure it out together?"

"All right. Well, I told you last night, I was kind of ready for it for a while. Between you saying once that you thought Tina and I would be good together, to you kind of kidding me about Missy...to whatever deal I have with Carol when we move to West Virginia, I think it was inevitable that I was going to do it. And I've been talking to Dana about all of that."

The look on her face said there was a lot more to the story than she was letting on. I wondered if I should ask, not wanting to press Ann, or make her feel uncomfortable. But she took care of my curiosity. In a way, she needed to tell me.

Ann gave me a sheepish grin, and she said, "Dana and I started talking...she was intrigued that I would even consider having sex with another woman. I told her I wasn't interested in just having sex with any woman. It had to be the right woman, and the right circumstances. She asked me what that meant, and I told her that you had to be involved."

"Me?"

"Sure. I'm not necessarily attracted to women. I mean, I see them, and I'm not afraid to say whether or not I find a woman hot...but that doesn't mean some emotional trigger goes off and I want to have sex with them. I'm not gay...and even after last night, I'm sure I'm not bisexual...although I guess I am by definition."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I laughed.

"Well, I just got done saying I really liked it, so it would be silly to deny it. And since I liked it, that would mean, by definition, that I'm bisexual."

"That's probably a bit of a stretch, don't you think," I said squeezing Ann's hand. "So you liked it. I like green beans. That doesn't mean I'm a vegetarian."

"Actually, I still think I'm right Neil. To use your analogy, if I only liked green beans, that would make me a vegetarian. If I only like girls, I'd be a lesbian...so, I like my vegetables, AND I like my meat," she said, reaching down with her right hand and fondling my cock, "and that would mean I'm a bisexual...to a point. I'm still not going out looking for women. But I did like it. That's hard to ignore."

Ann's 'point' made me think. I got where she was coming from. She squeezed my hand back and said, "Look, I'm okay with it. I meant what I said before. I would only do it if you were involved. Which is why I put off Dana."

"W...what?"

Ann giggled, putting her right hand over her mouth to cover up her laughter. Finally, she said, "Dana kind of offered to have sex with me a month ago. She knew I was horny, and I think all my stories, and the pictures, and me talking about actually going through with being with a woman got to her. She ended up wanted to do it more than I ever did, really."

"How the hell did that happen?" I asked.

"Well, I guess it's kind of my fault, really."

"Your fault...Ann?"

"Yeah. Like I said, Dana didn't believe me at first. But when I told her about Carol and the deal I told you to make for the better compensation package...and then I showed her the picture of Tina eating Carol. Well, let's just say that she finally knew I was serious about doing it. But I told her I was scared."

"You didn't seem scared last night," I said, recalling how Ann had motioned Dana over to her.

"I wasn't. And there's a reason for that," she said slyly.

"Are you going to share it with me?"

"That would depend. Are you going to share me again like you did last night?"

"With women, or with Chad?"

"I don't mind what I did with Chad, babe...as long as you didn't. But I told you...I have no interest in being with other guys. Unless..."

"I MAKE you. I know."

Ann giggled again and said, "Yes...unless you make me. And that's why I'm glad you put in the 'no fucking' rule. I'm not sure I how I'd feel about fucking Chad, since I know him...and Dana. Frankly, I really don't think I could handle fucking any other guy but you."

"Well, relax. I'm not ready to see you fuck some guy anyway. I'm not sure I ever will. So you're just talking about sharing you with women," I said, more as a statement than a question.

"Yeah, which is interesting, considering what I just said."

"What do you mean?"

"The whole thing that made last night happen was me confiding in Dana that I was having problems about actually going through with being with Carol. I knew that I had to, because I agreed to it, and she really came through for us. But I don't know her. And for some reason, that mattered. And that's what's so interesting. I'm ashamed to say that I've fucked a few guys in my past that I didn't really know, but for whatever reason, I needed to know the woman I was going to be with." I shot a goofy grin at Ann, and she smacked me on the arm. "What's so amusing, fella? Does that make me weird or something?"

"No...it makes perfect sense. I'm willing to bet it would be easier for you to be with Tina than Carol too, right?"

Ann thought about it, but only for a quick second and said, "Actually...yeah."

"It's because even though you haven't met her, you've talked to her, and you're at ease. You think of her as a friend. I could be off base here, babe...but this was a big step, and I think it's as simple as you wanting your first time to be with someone you had a certain comfort level with. And the better you knew the person, the easier it was going to be."

"So why is it different with men?" she asked innocently.

"You already know that. When a dick is involved, it's a whole different ball game."

"But why would that be...seriously?" 

"Because...guys can be...dicks!"

~*~*~*~*~*~

Ann went into a little more detail about her conversations with Dana. Dana wasn't pressuring Ann, but she did make it clear that if Ann wanted a little help besides her 'Antonio' dildo, she might be interested. Once she realized that Ann wasn't going to, Dana showed her the game, and asked if there was any way she'd consider playing once I arrived. Ann said she didn't say yes, but she didn't say no either. She said she left it up to fate, telling Dana she'd think about it. 

Dana eventually confided in Ann, telling her that ever since college, she'd had a fantasy...or at least a secret little desire, to try a lesbian experience. She'd shelved it once she got engaged to her first husband, and buried it deep inside. It wasn't until she saw the picture of Tina with Carol, and heard Ann telling her that SHE had been considering the possibility, that those feelings came rushing back to the surface.

But like Ann, Dana said she would only be comfortable if she was with someone she knew, and knew well. She didn't come out and tell Ann she wanted it to be her...it wasn't like she was asking specifically to go to bed with Ann. She was just throwing the possibility out there...testing the waters.

Ann said that Dana kind of let the subject drop, until one night when the girls were playing a game. Chad was kidding Dana about playing a game of their own, and Dana shocked them both by bringing up the adult board game she'd gotten as a wedding shower gift, and telling them they should play it when I came out. Ann said Chad was against it at first, but he warmed up to the idea after Dana said she wasn't interesting in being with another man. She just wanted to do something totally out of character, and it seemed like the safest way to do it. 

Ann looked at me and said, "But you know, Chad also went out of his way to let me know that he had no desires for me...he didn't want me thinking that I was being leered at all the time. And I never felt that way. I know he loves Dana, and that made it seem safe too."

Ann said that Dana brought up the game a couple of other times, telling her it would be the perfect way for them to try something with another woman without feeling guilty about it. She rationalized that if it was part of the game, it wasn't really like they were doing it on their own. 

"And you know, that logic seemed to work. It felt less awkward because it was in the context of what we all were doing," Ann said.

"So, that made it okay?" I asked.

"Sort of. But what sealed it was you making me do it. For whatever reason, that appealed to me. Besides, I think it would have been weird if she and I were home alone together and one of us put the moves on the other. This was so much simpler, and it kind of lightened the mood a little."

"Was it what you expected?"

"I'm not sure what I expected. But the fact that I came a couple times so quickly when we were doing each other...and I made her cum too...I guess that means we both liked it."

"But would you do it again?" I asked, and impish smile on my face.

Ann looked at the floor again, and then she looked up at me. "Yes. If you make me...I'll do it." she grinned. "And I wouldn't feel guilty about it. And for some reason, I think you're going to make me," she said with a wink as she turned and went back into the bathroom. "Go get me that juice, babe. I want to get cleaned up."

~*~*~*~*~*~ 

I puttered around the bedroom first. I could hear the water running, and realized Ann was drawing a bath. She'd said she wanted to soak, and I misunderstood. Not that it mattered. If she wanted some time to primp herself before she had me come into the shower with her, that was fine. I opened up the couch and put the mattress away, folding the sheets and putting them back in the closet. 

Looking around, I realized we had a lot of work to do. The empty boxes against the wall were obviously for the majority of Ann's clothes. The cartons that were already taped up were labeled and addressed to go to Ann's parents. She'd said she'd been mailing them back to her dad when she had the chance, but it was apparent that we still had a lot to finish up. With Ann's car being as small as it was, and with my luggage, there wasn't going to be a lot of room. So most of the things in the room were going to have to be sent, and I was guessing that was on the agenda for the day. That, and some fun, since Chad and Dana and the girls were gone.

I could hear Ann gently splashing in the water, and I had to fight off the urge to peek around the corner and just watch her bathe. A little shiver went down my spine as I thought about how sexy she'd be lifting her legs out of the water to shave them. That was immediately followed by an image of her sitting on the edge of the tub, shaving her pussy. I shook my head and padded across the floor, taking my hard cock with me to get our juice. At that point, I was thinking about getting something to eat for us as well.

As I turned around the corner in the living room and headed into the spacious kitchen, I froze. I suddenly felt like a targeted prey in the middle of the open Serengeti, nowhere to hide from the lioness lying in wait in the weeds. In this case, the lioness was Dana, her eyes honed in like lasers on my very erect cock. I'd say she was licking her chops, but she wasn't. It just seemed that way. 

I went to cover myself, which made her laugh. "It's a little late to be modest Neil. I've seen it. Hell, I've sucked it," Dana said, closing the refrigerator door.

She stood in front of me, as naked as I was, except she had the good sense to replace her house slippers with more appropriate attire. In this case, 4-inch white spiked heels. Dana posed for me, her left hand on her hip, her right leg turned out, pointed toward the side. Both legs locked straight as she had all her weight on her left foot. She sipped a cup of coffee, peering over the rim as she continued to stare at my shaft, which had begun involuntarily twitching.

"You know, Neil, it's impolite to point," she said with a grin as she tried to make me squirm a little.

"Sorry. Just a little surprised that you're wearing white after Labor Day," I said, trying to joke to put myself at ease. 

Dana looked at her shoes and let out a snicker. "Of course, you're right. My red ones are still at the cleaners."

I laughed at Dana's response. She seemed so at ease standing naked in her kitchen in front of a man she'd just met less than 24 hours before. Yet she was right...we'd both performed some kind of sexual act with each other just hours earlier, so there was no need to feel shocked by seeing each other naked. But I was surprised to see her. So much so that I said, "What are you doing here?"

"I live here. What about you?" she said smiling seductively at me.

"I'm just a guest. I'm getting juice for me and Ann."

"And I'm having coffee. Just needed a dash of cream," she said, nodding toward the fridge. "Want some?" I hadn't smelled coffee brewing, which would have been a sign that someone else was in the house. She saw me looking at the counter, and she said, "It's instant. I baked it in the microwave." 

Dana had a great sense of humor, and a warm personality. I could see why Ann loved her so much. And she had a great body, and I'm sure that was yet another reason why Chad loved her so much. "No thanks...I don't care for instant."

"I could put a pot on...I just never know when Ann is around with her job, and Chad doesn't drink coffee."

It was the suddenly strangest conversation. Two people having normal morning talk, but both totally undressed, standing naked in the kitchen. I had an inkling that I wasn't the only one that was turned on based on the way Dana was eyeing me. But I had been turned on before I walked in the room on, my cock on fire because of Ann. Dana was getting benefit of looking at an erection caused by the babe back in the bedroom. Not that staring at her naked form wasn't keeping me hard.

"I'm a little surprised you're running around the house sporting a big hard cock like that. I wouldn't think Ann would let you out of the room like that," Dana said, sort of reading my mind.

"She's getting cleaned up...I just came out for the juice."

"I bet that's going to take her a while. You and Chad really made a mess on her last night," Dana laughed as she put her coffee on the island counter and opened the refrigerator. "I have to tell you, Neil, I was a little jealous. I didn't get any...well, not until after you went to bed." 

Dana opened up a cupboard and reached up, showing her wet pussy between her legs as she spread them a little. She wasn't trying to show me. She was just getting juice glasses, and it was a natural motion as she reached up. But her next was more calculated, as she bent at the waist to open a lower cabinet door and pull out a serving tray. She snuck a peek behind to see if I was looking. With her pussy on prominent display, of course I was.

Smiling over her shoulder, Dana said, "Could I offer you something to...eat...to go along with your juice?"

I smiled and said, "That's really tempting, Dana. But I think I better pass. Ann's waiting for me."

"Well, it never hurts a girl to ask," she said with a giggle as she poured two glasses of juice. "Besides, I knew you'd say that."

"Seriously...why are you home? And...why aren't you wearing anything?"

"Are you complaining?" she smiled. 

"No...just wondering."

She leaned forward, putting her elbows on the island, making her big tits drag against the countertop. She looked at me, the lust in her eyes the same was it was the night before. And I was pretty sure the fire behind them had never gone out. "I'm home because I was up way too late last night...so I called in."

"What about Chad?"

"He had a presentation this morning...the poor guy. I bet he's wishing he drank coffee now. He got up early, got the girls ready and dropped them off at daycare, and then he went to work."

"And your attire?" I said, point at her pumps.

"I dunno...it just felt right. I guess it's just that I had such a great time last night that I didn't want to think of it as being over. And I've discovered lately that I like being naked. As for the shoes...I like feeling sexy...and heels always make me feel sexier. Besides, I was wearing them last night when Chad finished fucking me the second...actually, it was the third time! He fucked me on the deck a second time after you and Ann went inside, and then I put these on to tease him, and he fucked me again in bed. I actually fell asleep with them still on."




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 41



I was sitting on the edge of the tub, with Ann kneeling in the warm water in front of me. She was going about her work with a huge, contented smile on her face. Her 'work', as it were, appeared to be more of a newfound labor of love. She was shaving my crotch, and she was currently working on my balls after already taking care of the base of my shaft. Her fingers felt magical as she whisked the blades expertly over my sensitive skin.

It was in the midst of Ann doing my normal morning grooming that she looked up at me with her sweet brown eyes and asked, "So...what was Dana doing?" I could tell almost at once that something naughty was on Ann's mind.

"What?" I asked, trying to get an idea of where Ann was heading.

"I asked what Dana was doing...when you left her?"

Ann already knew I'd seen Dana in the kitchen. And I had been naked at the time, sporting a huge erection caused by Ann...being Ann. But she also knew that Dana had also been naked. And while I knew that Ann really didn't care that Dana and I had seen each other naked again, the question Ann had just asked didn't have an answer that most girlfriends or fiancées would find acceptable.

"Uh...I'm not sure I should tell you," I said treading carefully.

"Why not?"

"Because...you're holding a razor to my nuts. I don't think it's a good time to say anything that might piss you off," I kidded, flashing a quick little grin to let her know I was indeed joking.

"Do you really think I'm the jealous type all of a sudden?" she said, smiling back at me.

"Really not the time I'd want to find out you were, now is it?"

Ann laughed and said, "You KNOW I'm not jealous, baby. Tell me, what was she doing?"

"She was sitting on the couch in the living room, looking through the pictures we took last night."

"Oh...fuck. Was she..."

"Well, no...she wasn't fucking. She was fingering. But I suppose she could be finger fucking by now though," I laughed.

"Wow...she's that horny, huh?"

"Yeah...I suppose so. I'm pretty sure she's wishing that Chad wouldn't have had to go in to work this morning. But she's making the best of it." Ann's smile changed from one of wonderment to one of wickedness, and I knew for sure that she had something adventurous on her mind. "Ann...what are you thinking?" I asked warily.

She'd finished shaving me, having done my abdomen last, just as I'd 'taught' her when I'd shaved myself in front of her. Ann put the razor to the side and started running her hands over my skin, feeling the job she'd done firsthand. "I'm thinking you need to get in the water so I can rinse you off and make sure I did that right."

Ann took my hands and pulled at them, and I took her not so veiled hint and slid off the ledge and into the water with her. She had me sit on the little bench seat molded along the edge of the tub. Reaching for the controls, Ann turned on the jets to the Jacuzzi, turning up the heat in more ways than one. When the bubbles obscured the view of underneath the water, Ann's hands found my shaft again and started stroking me. 

"Time to test just how well I did shaving you, baby." She moved up and straddled me, quickly sinking her tight pussy over my shaft. "Wow...that feels smooth! What do you think, lover?"

"Oh...God yes!" I groaned as Ann started fucking me hard and fast. 

The walls of the tub were high, designed specifically for the jets to create a ripple effect in the water. Ann's energetic bouncing was creating waves, and the only reason the water wasn't sloshing over the sides was because she'd only filled the tub half way, just above where the jets were. I was surprised there weren't whitecaps on the water along with the foam the jets were creating. Ann had her arms around my neck, and her head was back as she leaned away from me, putting added pressure on my cock as it rubbed against her engorged clit.

I had my left arm around Ann's lower back, trying to hold her steady as she rode me. My right hand was grabbing at her tits, pawing at them. I loved the feel of Ann's slippery skin under my fingers and against my body. But it did make her harder to hold since she was leaning back so far. I eventually had to put my other arm behind her and just hold on. With the added support, Ann cut loose, feeling secure that I wouldn't let her fall back into the water and hit her head on the far side of the tub.

Her feet were on the seat next to my hips, and she was using her legs to push off my cock. I began to help her by pulling her back onto my shaft, shoving my cock as deep as I could into her hot pussy. Ann groaned...her eyes snapping shut as she moved harder and faster. It became a frenzied, frantic fuck. I had expected more of a lovemaking session, since that's what Ann intimated she wanted when we were in bed together. But she wasn't in that kind of mood anymore. She wanted the hard fuck I'd tried to give her in the bedroom earlier.

And I was totally fine with that. Ann's sudden energy was contagious, and I found it invigorating. I knew that she had been sore from the fucking I'd given her the night before. The soak in the tub she said she needed had restored her, as much mentally as physically. But there was no doubt that Ann was a morning person. At least not in my mind...and that was a bit of a concern. 

That was because I, on the other hand, had never been a morning person. I began thinking I was going to have to rethink my thoughts on that subject, particularly if I was going to be waking up to a woman like Ann next to me every day. Of course, we both had gotten up late, after staying up late...so it was actually not as 'morning' as most mornings were for me. But...I was getting laid, and the amazing babe bouncing on my lap was mere moments from cumming all over my shaft. It was hard not to enjoy a morning like that, no matter what kind of person I was.

"Neil...fuck me! Oh...fuck! Fuck me lover. I'm so close...make me..."

Ann had a thing for wanting me to 'make' her do things. It was what our Sunday had been all about the day before. And I was looking forward to many more of those kinds of days to follow in the years to come. But of all the things I loved 'making' Ann do sexually...it was just simply making her cum that I found the most exhilarating. It made me feel magical, and powerful. Ann had a way of making me feel more masculine than I'd ever felt before. 

She had a way of responding to me physically that was not only empowering...it made me soar. It was like when she came, I could feel her spirit somewhere deep in my very core. The warmth of her pussy, and the warm release she'd give me as she coated my cock with her cum, matched the intense heat I'd feel inside me chest as she gave herself to me in the most personal and intimate way she could. 

Ann came. She screamed out, not wanting, or willing, to hold in her emotions like she had the night before. Her body yielded to the orgasm that was overtaking her, and she slammed down hard on my cock, holding herself still. I began to buck my hips upward, making quick, sharp stabs into her tight cunt. Ann's big brown eyes rolled back white, her lower lip quivering as she came.

Ann's hands dropped from my neck, her feet slipping off the edge of the seat I was on in the Jacuzzi tub. I had to grab her lifeless body as it went limp, her full body weight impaling her pussy even deeper onto my thick, hard shaft. Pulling her to me, I wrapped my arms tighter around her, worried I'd lose my grip against her slippery skin. 

I nuzzled on the nape of Ann's neck, kissing and licking my way towards her left ear. Biting at her lobe, she roused, her hands finding my hair. She grabbed my locks and yanked my head back, thrusting her mouth over mine. She kissed me deeply, searching my mouth with her tongue, trying to find mine. The moan she let out was extraordinary in its volume and the sexy siren it created.

Pulling back, Ann smacked her lips, her eyes wider and wilder than I'd ever seen them. She practically growled when she said, "Fuck my ass, baby! I need to feel your big cock deep in my ass!" Ann regained her strength, and got her feet beneath her. She rose up off my cock and turned her back to me. Her perfect ass wiggled in front of me, begging to be touched. I couldn't help but oblige as I reached up and grabbed her cheeks with my hands, spreading them.

Ann cooed and said, "Wider, babe. Spread them wider!" Ann reached into the water and found my hard cock waiting for her attention. Stroking it, she looked back over her shoulder and smiled at me. "Why don't we switch, baby...let me do that."

Who was I to argue? I stood up as Ann grabbed her cheeks and pulled them wider as she backed up toward my cock. The head of my cock wedged between her cheeks, and Ann shoved her body back quickly, making it pop past the tight ring of her anus. In just a few strokes, my cock totally inside her incredibly tight back door. Pulling her to me, I sat back down with her on my lap, buried to my balls in her ass.

Ann was still, at least in the sense that she was just keeping me buried inside her. But she was wiggling all over the place. As I wrapped my arms around her just under her breasts, I couldn't help but wonder why.

"What's gotten into you babe?" I asked.

"You mean besides that big piece of man meat you carry around between you legs?" she said with a laugh.

I chuckled and said, "I suppose that was a poor choice of words, considering."

"Not really...it's a perfect choice of words, actually. I'm just happy...that's all."

"Okay...you're happy. But what's up?"

"Your cock...in my ass," she said with a snicker.

"Ann..."

Ann looked over her shoulder, and she leaned back into my chest. She rested her head on my shoulder as she moved my hands, making me cup her tits. "There...that's better," she said as she put her left hand behind my head, her right dipping below the water. I could feel her moving her fingers, and knew she was playing with her pussy.

"Are you going to keep me in suspense?" I asked.

"Maybe..." she said, drawing it out. I reached up and pinched her nipples, pulling on them and stretching them out as far as I could. Ann screamed out, "OH...GOD YES! Pull my NIPPLES!"

It was like a fire was lit inside her again, and Ann started fucking me hard and fast, rubbing her clit while she rammed over my shaft. I smiled when I realized that there was some direct connection between fucking Ann in the ass, and having it become an aggressive, almost violent fuck. There seemed to be some kind of trigger inside her, where my cock reaming her ass made her want to be manhandled. 

I knew the signs almost instantly. Of course, it helped me read her when Ann slammed down and leaned back again...turning her head, she bit at my ear as her hand gripped my hair harder. I could feel her nails scraping the back of my scalp. It was as if she was saying if I wasn't going to be the aggressor, then she was. And I knew that wasn't what she wanted. That's why she had placed my hands on her tits in the first place.  

I yanked on her nipples again, making her scream out. Catching her off guard, I quickly grabbed her around her waist and stood up, lifting her with me still wedged on my shaft. Ann's feet were dangling, and she let out a happy little shriek as I bent her over the edge of the tub and began pounding her ass hard and deep. Ann's arm was trapped under her leg at her wrist, and I could feel her wiggling her fingers to no avail.

"I...I can't reach..."

I smacked her ass hard, just once. Ann squealed, and tried to move her ass back into me. But she had no leverage. "You can't reach because you're not supposed to...it's my job to make you cum...not yours," I said gruffly and I reached down around Ann's leg with my left hand and flicked her swollen bud with my finger.

Ann shuddered, and she pulled her hand out from under her leg to make herself more comfortable. She followed that up by making herself less comfortable. She put both of her hands behind her, crossing her wrists at her lower back. She looked back over her shoulder with a grimace as my balls slapped against her wet cunt. 

"Take me, Neil. Take my ass and make it yours again!" she begged, holding her arms up a little.

I got her non-verbal message, as well as the one she so eloquently stated. I grabbed her wrists with my right hand, holding them tightly. Ann pretended to strain to get loose, and I pulled her arms upward, forcing her head farther forward and pinning her helpless against the side of the tub. 

I'd started with a tender and loving bath given to my by my lover. A little over an hour later, we'd evolved...or maybe we'd devolved. Regardless, we'd both been transformed, going from that loving moment, to one so primal we were barely recognizable as Ann and Neil. We were fucking like a caveman would take a mate. But the brutal way I was fucking Ann suited her. It was exactly what she wanted, exactly the way she wanted it. 

I WAS taking her ass. And I had no reservations about it. We'd both come to terms with who we both were at that moment. Ann had pushed my buttons in the exact way I needed; to get me to do to her what she needed. 

My finger had been working her clit in rhythm with my strokes into her ass. But I was worried about how long I'd had Ann hanging in the position she'd been in. I started longer, deeper thrusts, going a little slower...but I combined that with moving my fingers faster and faster, rubbing her clit harder as I went.

Ann's legs started to shake, and she screamed out once more. I knew that she knew we weren't alone in the house. Whether she remembered it at that moment it was hard to tell. But there was no stopping her at that point.

"Fuck...yes...PLEASE!" Ann yelled as she came hard again. Harder than her first orgasm, which had made her collapse in my arms. She was panting, and I let go of her wrists long enough to spank her ass one more time. That set Ann off again, and she had to reach up and grab the edges of the tub to get her balance. 

She screamed for me to spank her again, and I did one last time, leaving my handprint on her tanned right buttocks. I slammed my cock deep inside her ass, still hard and still aching, but not yet ready to cum. I wasn't sure why I was holding off, other than I didn't want the morning to end. I knew we had a lot to get done, but I was having too much fun fucking my lover to worry about that at the time.

I stood still, my cock still skewing Ann's ass. Ann was breathing hard, trying to recover from her latest orgasm. I was wondering what she had in mind for us next, since I hadn't cum yet. I figured she'd want to rest for a moment and then let me continue fucking her...but that all changed a second after that thought popped into my head. 

"That was pretty amazing...and fucking HOT," Dana said. She was standing with her back against the open door to the bathroom, pushed up against the wall. Her left leg was bent, her knee pointing towards us as her foot was flat against the surface of the door itself. She was playing with herself, fingering her pussy as she watched us from about fifteen feet away. 

I was amazed that I hadn't seen Dana before, and I wondered how long she'd been standing there. But I shouldn't have been surprised that she was...it wasn't like Ann and I were being discreet. I wondered at that moment if Ann had wanted her to hear. "I'm glad you enjoyed the show," I said, trying to act nonchalant. 

"The shows not over," Ann said as she pushed her body up from being bent over, and moved forward a little. My hard cock popped out of her ass, and Ann quickly turned and knelt in front of me, sinking to her knees in the water. She took my shaft directly into her mouth, making Dana gasp as she swallowed it all the way down her throat in one quick motion.

"You DO know where that's been, don't you?" Dana said, thinking about how my cock had just been buried up Ann's ass, and how Ann had eagerly devoured it.

Ann slipped her mouth off my cock, licking the head as she turned to Dana. "Yeah...but I'm clean." She looked up at me, the excitement growing in her eyes. "I finally mastered giving myself an enema."

"Is that why you were so excited earlier?" I asked, thinking about how she'd acted when I first started fucking her ass, and how she didn't answer my questions...keeping me in suspense.

"Uh-huh," she said as she took the head of my cock back in her mouth. She sucked me for a minute or so, before pulling off and grabbing a bottle of body wash. Squirting it on my cock, she lathered up my entire crotch, jacking me off slowly as she did. That was followed by a quick rinse with a couple pitchers of water. Standing up abruptly, Ann turned off the jets of the Jacuzzi and opened the drain, stepping out and grabbing a towel. 

"So, now the show's over?" I said with a wry smile, wondering why Ann had stopped all of a sudden. I still hadn't cum, and I was at the point that I wished I had, because I really needed to.

"We have a guest, Neil," she said she dried off. "I'm being impolite."

"Impolite?" Dana and I practically said at the same time.

"Yeah...I was accused of hogging all your cum yesterday, baby. I need do be a good host and share."

~*~*~*~*~*~

I was surprised the house was locked. Trudging back to Ann's car, I hit the garage door opener and walked into the house that way. I wondered if Ann and Dana were looking for some privacy, although that really would have surprised me. While they both seemed to enjoy each other, and they had no problems making the other cum, I highly doubted either of them would have evolved so quickly sexually to actually lock the doors and have at each other. 

Then again, if they did feel the urge, I suppose it was safer to lock the doors. I'm sure neither of them would be prepared to handle dealing with the kids running into the house. I looked at my watch, and it was only 3:30PM, so that wasn't going to happen anytime soon. Dana had told us that Chad wouldn't be bringing them home until after he got off work sometime between five and five-thirty.

Entering the house, I saw a note on the kitchen table. I smiled knowing it was from Ann, even from across the room. The lavender stationary was the same she'd been using to send me letters for months. I walked over and picked it up, grinning as I read it. It was a quick note, to the point. Ann and Dana had gone shopping. And it said I was supposed to meet up with them after I'd finished my 'man chores' as she put it. There was no name of where Ann and Dana had headed off to...just an address. It was Ann's way of testing to see if I really did know my way around her town already. I smiled, thinking of it as a challenge. 

The note also said I should hurry, because I might miss the fun. I wasn't really sure how shopping was supposed to be fun, but with Ann involved, I had a thrill go through me as I thought of the possibilities. I folded up the note and stuffed it in the side pocket of my cargo shorts. Heading back down the hallway, I wondered just how many more trips my 'chores' were going to take.

~*~*~*~*~*~

"I can't believe you had that huge thing up your ass," Dana said as she watched Ann playfully patting my cock with the towel as she knelt in front of me. I'd stepped out of the bathtub onto the mat, and Ann had decided to dry me off herself in her own special way.

"Truthfully, it's still so new to me that I have a hard time believing it myself," Ann said with a wistful smile.

"Does it hurt?" Dana asked, her face contorted like she had something big and fat up her own ass.

"Not any more...it actually feels amazing now. But I won't lie and say it didn't at first. It took a lot of...practice," Ann said with a chuckle. "But it was worth it."

"Wow," Dana said, shaking her head, "I'm just not sure I'm ever going to be comfortable with the idea of something stuck in my ass." Ann laughed, and Dana said, "What's so funny?"




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 41



"I'm sorry, Dana. It's just that I was saying those exact words to myself not more than 6 weeks ago. And now I can't imagine NOT letting Neil fuck my ass." Dana shuddered, and Ann said, "I'm telling you, I know where you're coming from. And if it wasn't for a couple of friends, I'd still be there with you."

"Friends? Who?" Dana asked.

"I'll tell you later. Let's go have some fun."

I knew the one of the friends she was referring to was Tina. Ann had told me that they had had numerous conversations, and that Tina told her she really needed to be open minded, and to at least consider trying anal sex. But I was at a loss as to who else had helped talk her into it. But I put those thoughts out of my head, choosing to concentrate more on the word 'fun'.

Ann walked past Dana at the doorway of the bathroom as she pulled me along, holding my hand. Stopping in her tracks, Ann said, "You put away the bed, baby?"

"Yeah, why?" I asked.

"I'm just stunned, that's all."

"Sorry, babe...I didn't know you didn't want me to make it."

"Don't apologize. I think I just had another little orgasm there...God, you make me so wet sometimes."

"By putting away a mattress?"

"No...by being you...and doing all the things you do. You don't know how sexy it is to me that you do the little things that you do to help me out."

"Ann's right," Dana said wistfully. 

It kind of startled me, since I'd forgotten she was behind us, waiting. Ann never said what she had in mind, other than 'sharing'. But based on what she intended to share, there was little doubt something sexual was on her mind. Then again, like me, sex seemed to dominate both of our minds most of the time. It was the beauty of being together after being apart for so long. I had no illusions that we'd always think that way all the time the rest of our lives, but I hoped it would.

"Do you want me to get the mattress back out?" I asked.

"No, baby. I'm sure we can find somewhere else to be comfortable."

And we did, ending up outside again on the back deck. But not before Ann slipped into her closet and came back out with a pair of 4-inch black heels on. "I don't want to be underdressed," she said as she strutted past Dana and me.  Dana had suggested using her bedroom, but I felt uneasy about it. I was already a little concerned about doing anything with Dana without Chad's consent. But Dana assured me that he knew something like what we were about to do was possible when he left. That was an interesting comment, since I didn't know what we were about to do. But she said he was actually fine with whatever might happen, as long as there was no fucking. I readily agreed...and so did Ann. It was as if the rules we'd put in place the night before remained in effect.

Ann had me sit in a chair, and she took the long cushion off the lounge chair and placed it on the deck. Getting on her knees in front of me, she motioned for Dana get next to her as she grabbed my cock. "Come on, Dana...it's big enough for the two of us."

"I'll say," Dana laughed as she got on her knees and crawled between my legs to join Ann.

Ann had my cock in her left hand, slowly stroking me, her thumb rubbing the pre-cum all over the mushroom cap, making it glisten in the sunlight. Dana licked her lips, and not by accident. She was looking right into my eyes as she did, acting seductive as she trailed her fingertips back and forth across my left thigh. Ann was next to my right, her hand gripping my upper leg tightly as she smiled at me.

Turning to Dana, she said, "Okay, before you go out and get yourself something to practice with, how about I give you some pointers on how to deep throat?"

Dana's eyes got wide and said, "I'm supposed to start OFF with this big thing?" she exclaimed, pointing at my cock.

"Why not...I did." 

"No you didn't. You told me you knew how to deep throat before you met Neil."

"True. But I might as well not have...I felt like a rookie the first time it tried to suck him. But don't worry about it. Just consider this practice, okay?"

Ann spent the next twenty minutes to a half-hour giving Dana a hands on...and mouth on tutorial on how to deep throat. In fact, it was more of the art of fellatio as a whole. They shared techniques they had used, and ideas they had, and things they'd experienced while giving head...with Ann doing most of the teaching. During that time, I was nothing more than a cock to practice on. Ann's comment from earlier about the piece of man meat hanging between my legs rang true. At that point, my cock was more of a learning tool than anything else...but I was having a hard time thinking of that as a bad thing.

In reality, it was fantastic. I had two gorgeous, naked women alternating sucking on my cock, and it was driving me insane. When Ann finally let Dana start just sucking on my shaft alone, she moved down and started licking and sucking on my balls, taking them into her warm, wet mouth. Having them both lick and suck me at the same time practically made me come unglued. 

After a few minutes, Ann silently moved down and got on her back on the soft lounge cushion. She scooted her body up toward the chair I was sitting in, until her head was underneath Dana's spread knees. Dana never stopped sucking me, but she knew what Ann was about to do, and she let out a cute little moan from her stuffed mouth when she felt Ann begin to lick her pussy.

Dana was worked up before I'd met up with her in the kitchen. And since that time, she'd only had the level of her state of excitement increase exponentially. So, by the time that Ann's tongue got around to flicking at her clit, she was ready to explode. And she did, firing off two strong rapid-fire orgasms in succession that had her screaming over my cock. She tried to pull her head off to express her God given right to share with the world that she was cumming, but I held it in place with my hand. I know I was denying that right; sort of a repression of her personal sexual freedoms. But I didn't want her screaming out in her own neighborhood. And truth be told, I loved what she was doing to my cock.

I'd been denied my own orgasm long enough. I'd played the biggest role in that, not wanting to hurry the morning in a hasty rush just to get off. Now I sat at the other end of the spectrum, wanting to climax, but having to wait until Dana saw fit to bring me there.

It wasn't like she wasn't trying. She was just preoccupied with her own orgasm at the moment. But there's something incredibly sexy about a woman cumming and they can't scream out. Dana grabbed my thighs, deciding to press her mouth down farther onto my shaft, stuffing more and more of my meat past her lips. Her eyes were closed as her upper body shook. Below, Ann had her hands on Dana's ass, spreading her cheeks as she pulled Dana's crotch farther toward her open mouth. 

Watching Dana, I felt my balls begin to churn, the sperm inside beginning to boil. I put my other hand on her head, moving so that I had a hand on each side. Entwining my fingers into her curly blond hair, I started moving her head back and forth, fucking her mouth. Dana moaned, and moved her torso in time, letting me fuck her face. 

Dana jumped a little, and I looked below to see that Ann was now fingering her pussy with two, and then three fingers, jamming them deep inside as she clamped down on her clit. Dana came again. It wasn't as strong at first, but I could tell it was going to be one of those that ended in a huge blast. She was moving her head in time with the speed Ann was using to finger fuck her, and I wondered if I would be able to cum with her.

I didn't. Ann tripped us both up, and pulled those wet, sloppy fingers out of Dana's cunt, and she quickly slipped one deep into Dana's tight ass. Dana's eyes flew open wide, and she came hard, making Ann giggle as she sucked on the pussy that was flooding her face. Dana had to stop for a moment as she tried to come to grips with what Ann was doing to her. I held her face over my shaft as I watched her nostrils flare from the heavy breathing she was doing. 

I could feel Dana finally relax, the tension of what had just happened to her leaving her for the moment. Ann continued to fuck her ass with her finger, but she'd stopped eating her. Peering from between Dana's thighs, Ann reached her other hand up and fondled her big tits, pulling at her nipples.

"Are you okay with this, Dee Dee?" Ann asked, calling Dana by a nickname I hadn't heard yet.

Dana nodded over my shaft, and kind of mumbled her response. We couldn't tell what she said, other than it was something affirmative. I let go of Dana's head and she popped off my shaft long enough to say, "More! Give me more!"

Ann smiled, and shoved a second finger into Dana's ass along with the first one. Moving out from underneath Dana, Ann continued to fuck her ass, never losing rhythm as she crawled onto her knees next to her friend. Reaching back underneath, she started playing with Dana's tits. Dana pulled off again, and stroked my shaft. 

Taking control, Dana looked at me and said, "Stand up, Neil. I want you to cum on my face like you did Ann last night." Then she turned to Ann and said, "Faster...and make me cum when he cums."

Ann looked at me and shrugged her shoulders and jammed her fingers harder inside her friends' ass. Dana growled as I stood up, and she started sucking me wildly as she squeezed my balls and stroked the base of my cock with her hands. Ann moved her left hand down, and slowly started rubbing Dana's pussy, concentrating on her clit. 

It was only another minute or two before I announced to Dana that I was about to cum. Ann's hand started into overdrive, trying desperately to bring Dana off with me. And she actually beat me by a few seconds. Dana back arched, and she started jacking the head of my cock, slick from her saliva. Her arm was flying back and forth, her hand squeezing my shaft as she pumped me.

"CUM WITH ME NEIL!" she yelled, finally able to announce to her neighbors what she wanted to all along...that she was having sex, and she was loving it.

My cock lurched in her hands, and she gripped it tighter as I felt my balls move up and start to do their job. Dana was choking off the end of my cock with both hands, since just one hand wasn't able to go all the way around it. She was letting my load back up, and I groaned and said, "I'M READY DANA!" It was more out of desperation than trying to make my own pronouncement that I loved what she was doing. My balls started to ache in an almost masochistic way, the pain being the pleasurable kind. 

Dana released her stranglehold on my shaft, and she started making long, slow strokes the entire length of my thick shaft with her right hand, while she gently fondled my balls. My first shot cleared her head entirely, striping the middle of her back and her hair. After that, I pumped seven more bursts of hot white sperm and she moved my cock back and forth to make sure she covered her smiling face with my load.

She began laughing toward the end, and said, "Good God...does this thing ever run out?"

"Yeah, but it fills up again pretty quick most of the time," Ann said, pulling her hand off Dana's pussy and removing her fingers from her friend's ass. "I'll be back in a minute...I've got to go clean up."

Ann went into the house, leaving me standing there like a king in front of a dutiful servant that had just pleased me. Dana took my cock in her mouth and sucked it, wanting to get as much sperm from me as she could. I put my hand back on her head and thought about Ann's statement. I wondered just how quickly I could recharge and be ready to cum a second time. 

As it turned out, it would be a while. Ann came back with the camera, and Dana smiled. Putting my cock back in her mouth, she posed for a couple of pictures that would have been worthy of any porn video box cover you'd find in your local adult store. Dana was smiling with the head of my cock resting on her tongue, her face and hair dripping with the white goo I'd shot there moments before.

Dana finally let go, totally contented from the extracurricular sexual activities she'd just finished. Ann helped her to her feet, and gave her a big hug.

"Thanks guys," Dana said with a lilt to her voice. "I've got to go call Chad and tell him what just happened. I don't want to keep anything from him."

Dana gave me a quick hug, and as very sticky kiss on my cheek before running into the house. Ann laughed and said, "Let me take care of that," and she leaned into me and got on her toes. She licked my face clean, before kissing me wildly. 

"Thanks, baby," she said as she hugged me.

"For what?" I said, thinking I should be thanking her.

"For being so damn perfect!

~*~*~*~*~*~

"Is this one ready?" I asked Ann, who was busy folding some clothes and stuffing them into a cardboard box.

"Yeah. This one is too," she said, sliding one across the floor that she'd just finished. 

"This one too," Dana said as she walked over and placed a third box next to the door. 

"Okay...these should fill the car. I'm going to go ahead and take them."

"Okay, baby. Do you remember the way?" Ann asked, talking to me like I was from a foreign country.

"I've been there, Ann. A couple of times...it's imprinted in my brain now. Besides, this town isn't THAT big. I'm pretty sure I can find anyplace you need me to go. I'll be back in a little bit."

"Okay," Ann said in a tone that made it sound like she didn't believe me. She was teasing me, but I found it playful.

"Yeah...take your time. We'll be...working," Dana said, winking at me.

"I'll bet," I said with a laugh.

"We will, baby. We have to get all this packed and mailed off today. We're going to be busy the rest of the week before we leave," Ann said, waving me off.  I loaded up the hand cart and pulled it outside to Ann's little Honda Civic, stuffing the latest three cartons inside. I packed in the cart and heading on my way to do what Ann was calling my 'chore.' I drove along the streets that were fast becoming familiar to me, heading towards the post office for a third time. Ann had drawn me a map, but I really wouldn't have needed it had she just said it was across from the police station. There was no way I was going to forget the parking lot I'd fucked her in just the day before. I thought back to my last trip to the post office. Actually, I was thinking about my return back to Ann's house after mailing the previous load. 

Dana had gone into the house to call Chad, and sort of confess what she'd done. He apparently was excited about it, particularly the part about her enjoying Ann fucking her ass with her fingers. Dana sheepishly told us that she'd promised him that they could try some anal play if he was patient with her about fucking her there. She wanted a chance to get herself mentally and physically ready like Ann had done getting ready for my arrival to the coast.

I had gotten dressed by the time Dana came back into the bedroom to share her story. She had cleaned my cum off her face, but she still had gobs of it in her hair. She started recounting what she and Chad had talked about, grabbing a carton and helping Ann pack while she talked. It was amazing to see the two of them working side by side, talking like it was just another day and just another normal conversation. But Dana was talking about how turned on her husband was at the moment because she'd given me an incredible blow job while Ann ate her, and I'd blown my wad all over her face. And she and Ann were talking about it while they were still naked, except for their heels. I shook my head as I carried out the first of what seemed like hundreds of cartons out to Ann's car.

It was after I'd returned from that second trip, my hands filled with bags of fast food from McDonald's that they'd asked me to pick up for lunch, when I noticed there was unusual noises coming from the back of the house. I walked out on the back deck to find Ann on her back, holding her feet wide as she held her ankles. She was spreading her legs for Dana, who was ramming Ann's big fat 'Antonio' dildo into her cunt, making her cum again. I knew it was at least her second time, since she was telling Dana to fuck her harder to make her cum again.

I stood in the doorway of the sliding glass door, and saw the camera on the table, conspicuously placed there. I walked past them to the grab it, setting down the food, and Dana said, "You were right, Annabelle, he went straight for the camera!"

I took a couple of pictures, and Ann exploded, her pussy leaking...almost spraying as she came all over the rubber cock and Dana's hand. She was groaning, and Dana started ramming the cock harder, which only made Ann moan louder. She was fighting to keep from screaming out, and based on the intensity of the orgasm, that was proving to be extremely difficult.

As I watched, I began thinking about the new nickname that I heard Dana call Ann...Annabelle. I smiled and wondered if that was another alter ego that I would be meeting in a future fantasy...not unlike when I called her by her given name. 

The scene that they created for me to photograph had me getting hard inside my loose shorts. But I refrained from joining in again. I knew there was too much work for me to do. I fought my urge to get naked and I went back into the house with my food, wanting to eat quickly so I could start loading up the hand cart with the cartons that were ready to go out to the car. 

A couple of minutes later, a sweaty Ann walked in behind a gloating Dana, who was carrying their food as she was saying, "See...I told you I could make you cum more than once."

To which Ann said, "Well, yeah...of course you say that now. But you never said anything about using a dildo. I thought you were just going to eat me. I don't think the dildo counts"

"What are you talking about? You handed me the damn thing when we walked outside. What was I supposed to do with it?"

"I gave it to you to use on yourself while you were supposed to be eating me."

"I DID eat you the first time. And did you cum twice? I think you did, so it counts!" she said with a laugh. 

Ann looked at me, a devilish little grin on her face appearing as she bit her bottom lip. She didn't say anything. She just started packing more of her stuff for me to take to the Post Office, eating her food as she worked. Dana did too, but she was babbling about how hot it was to make her friend cum over and over. "I can't believe how hard you came, Annabelle."

"Which time?" Ann said with a giggle. 

"When Neil took your picture. It was amazing, just like you said it going to be."

Ann looked at me, her devilish smile perfect on her face as she bit sexily at the corner of her bottom lip again. Her big brown eyes flashed like the strobe on a camera as she gave me a quick wink. I felt my cock jump from the electricity of the moment, and Ann giggled at my reaction.

~*~*~*~*~*~

"Well, hello again young man. How's the packing coming?"

I was pulling the hand cart through the front door of the local post office, and I was greeted by a gentleman behind the counter that was eerily similar to Marlin, my future father. When I first met him several hours before, I wondered if he was a clone...some postal version of the perfect man behind the counter; patient and kind with a warm sense of humor.  

"Hi again, Mr. Davidson," I said, offering a smile and a heartfelt wave.

Just like Marlin had done months before, the man gave me a playful frown and said, "I told you Neil, you can call me Alfred."

~*~*~*~*~*~

Alfred was the prototypical father figure, cut from the same patriarchal cloth that my father and Ann's father came from. I didn't know for fact, but I wouldn't have been surprised to find he was originally from the Midwest. His mannerisms and his personal style were warmly familiar. 




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When I'd carried that first carton into the post office on my initial trip, and placed it on the counter in front of him, Alfred looked at the mailing label. Looking up at me, a broad grin crossed his face.

"You must be Neil," he said, sticking out his hand.

I was stunned, but stuck out my hand, shaking his as I said, "Yes, Neil Thomas."

"I'm Alfred Davidson. It's great to finally meet you, Neil."

"Uh...thanks, Mr. Davidson. Nice to meet you too."

"You can call me Alfred, Neil. I have to tell you, son...you are one lucky young man. That fiancée of yours is one incredible young woman."

"Thanks," I said, not really sure what else to say. The whole thing caught me off guard a little.

Alfred realized that, and he tried to put me at ease. "I'm sorry son. I'm sure I freaked you out a little there."

I laughed at his phrasing and said, "No...it's okay. You're right, I am lucky. Ann is an amazing woman."

Alfred smiled and said, "That she is. I've come to think of her as a daughter. Probably since she's the daughter of a mailman," he said with a hearty laugh. "She has such a wonderful, sunny outlook on life. And it's only gotten brighter since she found you, Neil. I'm so happy for the both of you."   

"Wow...thank you, Alfred. That's kind of you to say."

"So, how many are we mailing today?" he asked.

"I'm not really sure. I've got a car full, but she and Dana are busy packing the rest of her things up. I'm guessing I have a quite a few more trips to make. It's going to take me a while."

"Here...let me give you something to help you," he said. Alfred walked towards the back, and the next thing I knew, the door was opening and he rolled out the hand cart. "You can use this...ought to make the job a little easier." 

I smiled and thanked him, and went out to get the rest of the cartons from Ann's car. I was able to make just three trips back and forth instead of the eleven it was going to take...and that was just my first trip to the post office. The cart was literally going to save me an hour or more.

When I trucked in the last of my first load, Alfred was busy filling out some paperwork. "Are all of these going to Marlin and Jean's house?"

"Wow...you make it sound like you know them."

"I do. Met them a couple of times when they came out to visit Ann a couple of years ago. Wonderful people."

"Yeah...I kind of lucked out in the 'In Law' department this time around. All the stuff's going to their place today. How much do I owe you?"

"You know, why don't we wait until you bring everything and we can do that part all at once."

"Gee...okay. That sounds great. I'll be back a little later...and thanks again for the hand cart."

~*~*~*~*~*~

By the time I got Ann's car loaded with the last of the cartons she and Dana had packed, it had been almost two hours since I'd seen them. I'd picked up the note after finding the house locked, and even though they'd finished their part of the 'chores' that needed done, I still had to finish mailing them. 

They had worked their butts off after I found them playing in the back yard...packing up stuff faster than I could load and deliver across town. I had to make three more trips after returning to find the house empty...at least of naked women. It certainly hadn't been empty of cartons to take to the Post Office. 

I had the address memorized that Ann had written on the note, and I kept looking for the name of the right cross street that would hopefully lead me to where they'd gone shopping so I could meet up with them. But I never found the road she'd listed on the address, which meant I was going to have to explore a little to find out where she and Dana had gone. I knew I'd find it eventually...but not having the name of the place, or even the mall or shopping center where they had headed, was going to make the whole thing take longer. And yet I was the one that had insinuated time after time that I knew the town, so I had only myself to blame.

Setting the cart down, I lifted the final three cartons on up onto the counter. "That's the last of them, Alfred." 

"You've had a busy day," he said with a laugh.

I thought about how my day had started, and the fun I'd had with both Ann and Dana. "You have no idea," I said with a grin.

"You got them to me just under the wire," he said, nodding toward the clock on the wall that was just about to click to 5 o'clock, when the lobby would be closing.

Alfred and I made small talk while he got the packages weighed and stamped, putting them in a huge canvas cart behind him. I wondered how many of those were filled in the back with just the stuff Ann was mailing back to her parents' house. Alfred totaled up the items on an old adding machine, and then he handed me some paperwork. "Here's the routing information, just in case," he said with a smile.

I reached for my wallet and said, "What's the damage, Alfred?"

"Actually, it's free," he said with a straight face.

"Pardon me?" I replied, thinking I hadn't heard him clearly.

"There's no damage, Neil. Put away your wallet."

"I don't understand," I said, my fingers on my credit card, ready to pull it out.

Alfred took a deep breath, and his upper body shuddered a little bit. I could tell he was suddenly emotional, and he said, "I meant what I said earlier. Ann has been a breath of fresh air in this old man's life. She reminds me so much of Sarah."

"Sarah?" I asked, suddenly wondering if I should have.

"Sarah is my daughter. My wife Billie and I lost her almost four years ago...to leukemia. Ann is just like her."

"Wow, Alfred...I'm so sorry for your loss."

"It's okay Neil. And we have Ann to thank for that. She helped us both...in ways you can't imagine." I stared at him, knowing without knowing. I didn't need to know the details to know that Ann had somehow helped them not only come to grips with what happened to Sarah, but she'd also found a way to help fill the gaping hole she'd left behind in their lives. It was just part of who Ann was, and the impact she had on people. I offered that knowing smile, and Alfred said, "She's very special, Neil."

"Just like Sarah was, I'm sure."

He smiled and nodded. "Anyway...I talked it over with Billie, and this is on us. It's our wedding gift to the two of you."

"Alfred, really..."

"Not another word, Neil. We wouldn't have it any other way." I knew enough not to argue. Alfred was just like Marlin, and my dad. His mind was set, and there was no changing it. It would have insulted him to try. I let the subject die by thanking him for the gesture.

Alfred came out from behind the counter through the doorway to get the cart he'd let me borrow. And when he stepped through that door, I had an overwhelming feeling come over me; one that I couldn't explain, or really even rationalize. But when I looked into Alfred's soft gray eyes, I felt compelled to say what was suddenly on my mind. 

"Alfred, can I ask you a question, if you don't mind."

"Sure Neil...what is it?"

I took a deep breath and said, "Mr. Davidson, I was wondering, if it's all right with you and Mrs. Davidson, I'd like to have Ann's hand in marriage?"

I'm not sure why I did it. I had asked Ann to marry me in the middle of the night. Hell, I never actually asked Marlin for his own daughter's hand, although for some reason, I had a feeling he knew all along I was going to ask her. But for Alfred, I felt like I was asking on behalf of Sarah, who never got the chance to be asked to become someone's wife. At least, I didn't think so. I didn't know for sure. Regardless, it just seemed like something I needed to do in the rush of the moment.

Alfred looked at me, stunned in silence. A small tear formed in the corner of his right eye, which was followed by an amazing smile. He reached out his hand and said, "Neil, you have our blessings." 

I ignored the handshake, and opened my arms, hugging Alfred. Pulling back, I patted him on the shoulder and said, "That's how we do it in the Midwest."

"I know son...I'd just forgotten. I can't tell you how much that just meant to me." 

"The hug? Ah...it was nothing," I said with a grin.

"You know what I mean. It's just the kind of thing Ann would do...the kind of thing she's done since she walked into our lives. Now I know why she loves you so much. I don't know how to thank you for that gesture, Neil."

"Now you know how I feel," I said, thanking him for the wedding gift. "Does Ann have your address?"

"Yes...why?"

"To invite you and Billie to the wedding...it wouldn't be right to ask you for her hand and not invite you to the wedding," I chuckled.

Alfred and I said our goodbyes, and I turned to head toward the door. I glanced at my watch, and knew I needed to get going. I had no idea how long it would take me to find out where Ann and Dana had gone off to. And as I looked at the time, I didn't want to wait. I was convinced I could have found it on my own, but at that moment, it was more important to me to find them quickly.

I dug into my pocket and pulled out the note, looking it over. Glancing back over my shoulder, I saw Alfred back in his place behind the counter, waiting to wait on the next customer that wasn't there; at his post dutifully with a minute left in his day. In all the trips I had made to the Post Office, five in all, I only saw two or three other customers the entire day. But he was waiting there, on guard, just in case.

Alfred saw me looking at him, and a puzzled expression appeared on his face as I started walking back to the counter. "Forget something?" he asked.

"No. But I could use some help. Can you tell me where this street is? Ann and Dana are there shopping, and I'm supposed to meet up with them."

Alfred took the note from my hand and read the address. He looked up at me, and then looked back at the note again like he was making sure he was reading it right. That was followed by a very interesting smile, which was followed by laughter.

"It looks like Ann is shopping for the honeymoon," he said with a high pitched giggle.

"What?"

"The address she wrote down is for a place called The Leather Door. It's an upscale...adult store, just north of town." Alfred turned the note over and took out a pen, drawing a quick map of how to get there.

"Are you sure?" I said, knowing I was starting to turn red.

"Ha ha...very. It used to be on my delivery route before I moved inside to the counter a couple of years ago. I stopped there every single day I worked that route, almost 8 years. It was one of the highlights of my day," he said with a laugh.

I could feel myself blushing more, and Alfred patted me on the back of my hand, which was resting on the counter. "Don't be embarrassed, Neil."

"I just don't want you thinking about Ann..."

"Son, it's no surprise to me. I know Ann's gone there before, many times. Hell, I'd like to think that if Sarah were still alive, she'd be going there with her just like her friend Dana. It's not one of those seedy places you think about when you think 'Adult book store'. Like I said, it's a pretty classy place. There's nothing to be ashamed of."

"Of course. I'm sure it's just the kind of place you'd take your mother," I said sarcastically.

"Well, I don't know about my mother...but I have taken Billie," he said, winking at me.

My head made a quick little shake, trying to grasp the thought of what he'd just said. That made Alfred laugh out loud again, which made me laugh. He patted me on the shoulder and handed me the note. "It's easy to find. Just follow the directions."

"Okay," I said, shaking his hand. 

As I walked to the door, Alfred called out to me, saying, "Hey Neil?"

"Yes?" I said, turning toward him.

"Say hi to Missy for me."

"Missy?" I said, suddenly puzzled by his not only knowing her, but wanting me to say hello.

"She's a friend of Billie and me...and of Ann's...but I'm sure you already knew that. You'll know her when you see her," he said, giving me a wave, followed by a big, bellowing laugh.



Ann: A Love Story Ch. 42



Ann's little car really moved. I was whipping it along the main drag through town, going back and forth between the left and right lanes as I navigated through the slow moving traffic. No one seemed in a particular hurry to get anywhere. No one...except me. I kept a lookout for one of the many police cars that inhabited the town, but I was in a hurry, and the car moved like it was a part of me.

My mind was racing along with the way I was driving. The end of the conversation I had with Alfred had me smiling...and wondering. The fact that he'd referenced Ann's friend Missy was a surprise, and then again, it wasn't. I knew as soon as he said that Ann and Dana were at a place called 'The Leather Door', and that it was an adult store, that it was the place where Missy worked. The fact the Alfred and his wife knew Missy...enough that he wanted me to say 'hi' to her for him? That had my head spinning.

Alfred was in the same general age group as my Dad...and Ann's dad, Marlin. And I was having a hard time seeing either one of those two in an adult store. Never mind the thought of them bringing along their spouses. My Mom...or Jean...in a store filled with sex toys and porn videos? I shook my head, trying to get the image out of my brain. But I couldn't. And the reason I couldn't was because of Ann. 

Since Ann had come into my life, the way I looked at my parents had totally changed. I'm not so sure my parents hadn't changed a little too. They seemed so much more open and free about who they were sexually; at the very least, they were suddenly a lot less guarded about it around me. Was it really out of the question that they might have made a trip or two to some kind of adult shop? Based on what I'd learned over the last few months, I had to be honest and at least admit that it was not only possible, it was likely.

And the same could be said for Jean and Marlin. I think Ann would have agreed that since I'd come into her life, we'd had the same affect on her parents. So it was at least possible they'd made an occasional pilgrimage to a sex shop of their liking. 

Checking off the cross streets, I knew I was getting close to the turn I had to make. I went two more blocks, and turned left down a road that was filled with fast food restaurants and shopping plazas. It was another main artery to the town, and that surprised me, since the place I was going was on that street. I figured if I was going to an adult store, it would be in a more desolate part of town...one you may not want to be in after dark. But there didn't seem to be a seedy side to Ann's town. At least, not that I could tell from the places I'd been driving.

The farther I went towards the outskirts of the town, the more the landscape changed. Closer to the main street that I'd turned off of, all the buildings had been modern commercial structures, and all businesses of some type. But as the miles passed, some sporadic residential areas started appearing. First, a trailer park, and then apartments and condos would pop up. And as I traveled further West, there would be the odd house in a location that seemed out of place. It was obvious that the town had spread out over time. More and more land that had once been beautiful countryside had been swallowed up in the name of progress, right along with the structures that had been there for decades.  

And so it was that when I came upon the address of where I was supposed to go, I almost missed it. I was looking for a commercial building or some kind of strip plaza. Instead, it was a house. An old Victorian two story house, with a wraparound porch that went around the sides and the front, and it was located in the midst of a grove of huge maple and oak trees. The elegant sign was a little obscured by the picturesque floral landscaping that surrounded it. The sign was in the island of bushes, shrubs and other plant life that split the paved driveway, creating separate entrance and exit roads to the parking lot to the east side of the house. I pulled into an open space in the half-filled lot, which was big enough for about twenty cars. 

The house itself was amazing. The wooden siding was painted a soft yellow, with red trim to go along with the red roof. The red of the railing handle around the porch offset the white spindles and posts. As I walked up the steps onto the porch, I peered through the mesh of the screen door, to the one behind it. It was indeed covered in soft, black leather; the stitching perfect around the edges of the small diamond shaped window. I opened the screen door, and I felt like I should be knocking. Instead, I pressed the latch on the handle, and pushed it open.

Closing the door behind me, I was floored by what I saw. It was, indeed, an upscale place. Much of the lower floor had been gutted, support beams replacing walls, creating a wide-open look. There were racks filled with sexy clothes and lingerie nearest the door. Off to the left and right, there were several long aisles of sex toys. Towards the back, there was a separate room that had nothing but VHS tapes. On the wall to that room, there was a huge rack of explicit adult magazines. And in the middle of the room, next to a wide carpeted staircase that led to the upper floor, was the counter, complete with a huge cash register like you'd see in a general store in the old West.

As I made my way through the maze of clothing racks, I looked at the woman behind the register, who was smiling at me. She came around the counter, out into the open, standing...practically posing as I approached.

She was...well, she was Missy. I knew it the moment I laid my wide-open eyes on her. I wasn't sure of her ethnicity at first. Her dark bronze skin and long, jet-black hair had me wondering, but not to the point that I wanted to guess. It didn't matter...I just knew she was stunning. She was wearing a very short, white sundress that showed off her long, slender legs. The thin spaghetti straps over her shoulders attached to a low scooping front, which held in her modest chest. There was a white sash type tie that went around her slender waist, making the dress conform to her body to show off more of her great figure. She was a little bigger than Ann, but not much. Still it was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra, by the design of the dress, and her dark nipples, which were plainly visible through the white fabric.

An attractive, middle aged woman of about 50 came to the counter, which made Missy have to go back to wait on her. When she turned, I stopped dead in my tracks. I knew Missy had long hair, just from the style and the way it she had it back off her shoulders. But I didn't know it went all the way down to the middle of her ass. It was the longest, straightest hair I'd ever seen. 

I stood, staring at her, unaware of how obvious my leering was. She glanced up at me several times, smiling each time our eyes met. Eventually I realized I was making a fool of myself, so I tried shifting my gaze by pretending I was browsing. But since I was standing in a section filled with strap on dildos, I found that more uncomfortable than just being a potential pervert staring at a hot babe in an adult sex shop. Still, I was drawn to a particular strap-on named 'The Grinder' that was prominently displayed. 

Well, it wasn't the strap-on itself that I was drawn to. It was how it was being marketed. It was marked as a kind of 'house special', and next to the display model, there was a handwritten note encased in a frame made out of the same black leather the door was covered with. The note was a testimonial, written by a customer. I read the detailed account of how the customer loved the product, and the service they received at the store, and it was signed with the person's first name and last initial. Glancing down the aisle, I noticed several other leather frames near items that were being promoted the same way.

Missy finished with her customer, placing a rather large black vibrator in a paper bag that was designed to look like black leather. Handing it to the woman, she said, "I'm so happy you picked that one out, Alice. Take my word for it...you're going to love it."

"Well, I hope so. I'm a little nervous."

"There's nothing to be nervous about, sweetie. You just do it like I showed you, and I promise you you'll be happy."

"Okay," the woman said, turning toward me, blushing when she saw me smile at her.

"You have a great evening, Alice. And by great, I'm saying no less that three!"

The woman stopped and turned back to look at Missy. "Three what?"

"Orgasms. Five's my record with that one, but I know you can have at least three if you stick with it."

The woman smiled and said, "You're incorrigible, Missy."

"Yes I am...now go have fun. And call me tomorrow to tell me how it went!" Missy replied with a wave.

"I will, I promise. Thanks for being so...attentive," the woman said, choosing her words carefully.

"Just doing my job, Alice."

The woman walked through the door, and I looked at Missy. "And you do it very well," I said with a grin.

Missy practically ran around the counter, jumping at me. I had to catch her as she leapt into my arms. Frankly, I was stunned as she hugged me so tight it would make a bear jealous. 

"Neil...I'm so glad to finally meet you!" she said as she kissed me on the cheek. Pulling back she smiled, her bright white teeth matching the brilliance of her dress. 

"Uh...hi...Missy," I said, feeling a little awkward about her being so forward.

"I'm sorry. It's just that I know you, already. I've heard all the stories from Ann...and I've..."

"Seen the pictures," I said with a laugh, and getting a nod in return. "I'm not surprised."

"Don't be upset. Ann was just sharing her love for you, that's all."

"I'm not upset. I'm actually okay with it," I said, realizing that I was. I didn't know why, but it really didn't seem to matter. 

But I must have had an expression that was less than convincing of my true feelings, because Missy said, "Well, just so you know...she's only shown them to me and Dana. It's not like she showing them around to everybody."

"Really, Missy. It's okay. They're Ann's...if she trusts you enough that she felt she could share them with you, then I trust you too."

"Wow...you really feel that way? You don't even know me."

"Ann does, so that's good enough for me. And I'm sure you'll get around to telling me about yourself eventually."

Missy laughed and said, "Not much to tell, really. I'm just your average woman, working on the fringes of the sex industry; trying to make a difference in the world one orgasm at a time."

"That's funny," I laughed.

"Well, it's kind of true, really. I love my customers, and I try to make them feel comfortable about this kind of stuff," she said, motioning to the items that surrounded us.

"This is a nice touch," I said, pointing at the testimonial sign I'd read earlier.

"Thanks! That was my idea. That's part of our follow up with our customers. We ask for feedback, and if we get a customer that really likes a product, we ask for a little hand written note outlining it, and why they like it so much. We call them 'customer certified' products. If someone is willing to write a note and let us use it, we even let them give the product a nickname if they want. Hey, speaking of that...come with me!"

Missy grabbed me by the hand and led me through the store. While we walked, she actually told me about herself, without me having to prompt her by asking questions. She started by telling me that she was part Native American, saying that that was a question she got all the time, so she just told people up front to get it out of the way. Missy told me she was 26, and had been working at the shop for 5 years. The job at the tanning salon was part time and she only did it because the same lady who owned the sex shop owned it as well; and it gave her free tanning...not that she needed it from what I could tell. I was sure her natural skin tone was amazing on it's own, but there was no denying that her deeper tan made her look exotic, and damn sexy.

Missy was a talker...the kind that spoke extremely intelligently, but at a speed that forced you to pay careful attention for fear of missing something. As it was, I learned an amazing amount of things about her in a very short distance. But mostly, I learned that she talked fast, so when she paused finally paused long enough to take a breath, I took that opportunity to say, "By the way, Alfred says hi."

"Oh my GOD! Did he? I was wondering if you met him. Ann was saying you were mailing the rest of her things today. Isn't he the most adorable...well, you may not think so, since you're a guy...but isn't he great! I really miss him...he used to come in her all the time, but then he moved to the Post Office all the time, so now I only get to see him when he brings Billie in. But I think it's great that he and his wife come in together. Don't you?" 

Missy's words had flown from her mouth, and I was still processing them as she abruptly stopped talking. Before I could answer, she was pointing at a huge display of dildos. There had to be over a hundred, in various shapes, sizes and colors. On the top shelf, there were three different ones displayed as 'customer certified', with the one in the middle being labeled the store's 'most popular'. Underneath that sign was a tag, calling it 'The Antonio' and next to that was the elegant, glass covered leather frame; the handwriting on the note was familiar in its style and grace...not to mention that it was on lavender stationary.

Ann wrote three paragraphs touting the virtues of the rubber cock she personally vouched for as a lifelike facsimile of her 'husband'. She detailed the benefits it provided her in my absence, and even outlined how it helped her as a training tool for anal and oral sex, stating for the record that if you could successfully take 'Antonio' down your throat or up your ass, you could handle almost any 'real' cock with ease. The most interesting point, besides saying she had a husband before we were married, was that she signed it 'Anna T.'. 

I looked at Missy, who smiled, knowing what I was thinking. "I asked her write it like she was already married. I didn't want her to have to write a second one...and you'll be married before you know it anyway."

"I can't believe she did this," I said grinning.

"Why not? It's all true, isn't it?"

"Well, yeah...I guess, but"

"But nothing! Thanks to Ann...and you, now that I think of it, the 'Antonio' is currently our biggest seller in the store. I can't keep the damn things on the shelf. I've got two in stock right now, and I'm betting they'll be gone by tonight...tomorrow at the latest. I've got two dozen more coming in Wednesday, and the way the thing has been selling, I may run out by the weekend."

I was going to comment, but Missy grabbed my hand again and dragged me to another part of the store, chattering all the way. I was looking around while she talked, trying to spot Ann or Dana, but I couldn't see either of them. I wondered if they were still there. I'd forgotten to look and see if Dana's car was in the parking lot when I pulled in, assuming they were inside. I started to ask Missy, but she pointed out then next thing she wanted to show me.

It was another framed note from a woman, praising a scented massage oil kit. The note talked about how wonderful the service in the store was, personally thanking Missy for her being so helpful. And it commented on how the author of the note and her husband had several consecutive magical moments the first evening they used it, and how that hadn't happened in a long time. The 'customer certification' was signed by 'Billie D.'

"Alfred must have been on fire that day. Billie told me they did it three times that night!" Missy laughed.

"No wonder he wanted me to say hi to you," I laughed.

"Yeah...I kind of took Billie under my wing," she said with a wink.

~*~*~*~*~*~

The distinctive chimes that hung over the front door announced the arrival of yet another customer. Like most of the ones that I'd seen come in up to that point, this was another young female, beaming from ear to ear as she stepped into the air conditioned room and closed the door behind her. I glanced at my watch, and noted that it was just after 6:00.

"Man, you really have a lot of 'happy go home' traffic," I said to Missy.

"What kind of traffic?"

"You know...the 'I'm happy I just got off work and I'm stopping on my way home' crowd. That's like 10 or 12 people that have stopped by in the last half-hour."

"Well, Monday's are one of our busiest days. We're closed on Sunday."

As Missy showed me around the rest of the store, I continued to scan for Ann and Dana. There were plenty of other customers milling about, being helped by the other two cute young staff girls, but as I craned my neck, there was no sign of either of them. Missy smiled and said, "Are you looking for something in particular? Perhaps a nice leather g-string?"

"I'm looking for Ann and Dana...are they still here?"

"Yep...they're...busy right now," Missy said, being evasive.

"Busy...doing what?"

Missy put her finger over my lips, and said, "Patience, Neil. You'll find out soon enough. I've got to take care of a couple of things. Why don't you browse around? I'll be back in a little bit."

Before I could say anything, Missy turned heel on her white 5-inch spikes and walked briskly across the hardwood floor, making the hem of her little white sundress flow in the breeze she was creating. I could see the bottom of her ass bounce as she strutted off to help a customer she knew by name.

So, I milled about, looking at racks upon racks of erotic clothing, and countless rubber sex items that could be used in countless different ways. All the while, I kept a wary eye on the lookout for Ann. I was amazed at the atmosphere. The house was big and spacious, and extremely well lit. I was a bit surprised that the windows in the front were allowing sunlight in. The idea that someone driving past could look inside and see people shopping for explicit sexual items astounded me. "Is this a California thing?" I asked myself as I watched the cars and trucks drive by outside.

Looking at the windows more closely, it dawned on me that while there was natural light coming through, it wasn't the wattage that I should have expected based on the beautiful sunny day Northern California was providing. The windows were tinted, dark enough that I was sure no one from the street could see in, at least during the day. There were blinds on the windows that could be lowered, and that kind of confirmed my suspicions that at night, the lights inside would make the customers visible. But in the daytime that wouldn't have been a problem. 

I'd been in my fair share of adult stores, and up to that point, they were all the same. All were dark and dingy, having the same ambiance as the floor of a taxi cab. I was amazed at how different this was. And the windows had a lot to do with it. Then I heard the music playing over the speakers. It was classical music, and it actually provided an elegant atmosphere. I felt as ease as I walked through the store. It made looking at, say...rubber vaginas or nipples clamps appear like such a normal thing to do on an early Monday evening. 

Six o'clock became 6:30, time going by swiftly as I looked around. It's extremely difficult to browse through a store like that, being bombarded with visual images of all things sex, and not have it impact you in some way. I suppose there would be some people that would be either embarrassed, or grossed out, or perhaps even angered by such a display. But then again, those people likely wouldn't be loitering for over an hour in a place like I was in, no matter how upscale it was.

But for those who assimilated more easily to that type of environment, I'm sure the reaction was similar to mine. I was getting more turned on by the minute, and as I glanced at my watch, I not only wondered where in the world Ann and Dana had been all that time, I also wondered where Missy had run off to. From where I was standing in the back corner, near the video room, I could see to the left and right. The far center of the store was blocked by the cashier area, and the back of the stairway that came down in the middle. 




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 42



There were far fewer customers in the store at that moment. I counted three, two of which were being helped by the other staff members. I figured Missy was helping someone I couldn't see. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. Not only was I horny, I was frustrated. Ann had told me to hurry to get there so I wouldn't miss 'the fun', but then Missy had told me I needed to be patient. The contradiction had me a little uneasy. I felt I had been patient up to that point, but it was beginning to wear thin.

I finally spotted Missy, walking briskly towards one of her co-workers. I saw her speak closely into her ear, like she was whispering. The girl nodded and smiled, and Missy turned and headed toward me. Seeing that I was staring at her again, she motioned for me to come towards her, and I had to fight my urge to run and close the distance between us faster. Missy laughed as I 'fast walked' over to where she had stopped, at the counter next to the register.

"Are you ready?" she asked.

"Yes I am...ready for what?" I smiled. 

Missy cackled and said, "You're ready, but you don't know what for?"

"Well...I don't know, but you do. And I'm thinking that's good enough. Besides, I'm sure Ann's involved with this somehow, and I trust her."

Missy started giggling, and said, "Relax Neil. Ann doesn't know what this is about, either. But it's not what you think."

"Oh...and what do you think I think?" I said.

"You're thinking sex."

"And what makes you say that?"

"The look on your face, for starters. And your history with Ann. AND that big thing growing in your shorts," Missy said, nodding toward my crotch.

"Sorry...but I'm always thinking about sex. But then again, what do you expect...I would have to think that EVERYONE that comes into this store is thinking about sex."

"True enough...you're probably right."

"Yeah...and I'm sure the ones that aren't thinking about sex when the walk in start thinking about it the second that they see you," I said, actually making her blush a little.

"That's sweet, Neil," she said, taking my hand and leading me toward the staircase. "Let's go upstairs. They're just about to get started."

~*~*~*~*~*~

I couldn't help but be reminded of Tina a little bit. I was next to Ann on black leather love seat, my arm around her shoulders. Ann's hand was on my thigh, slowly rubbing it back and forth. The little sofa was eerily similar in design to the huge one that Tina and I had used and abused as we fucked each other senseless all those times in her shop. The look, the feel...the smell. All of that had me thinking of sex, not that I needed any extra motivation. I pretty much had sex on the brain all the time anyway, and I had been on overload all day long.

The love seat reminded me of Tina, but I was busy thinking of similar ways to use it with Ann. Thinking about how we were so cozy in the smaller confines, and how I'd love to bend and move her flexible body as we explored ways to use and abuse the couch together. Ann didn't know my history with leather upholstered furniture, but there was no doubting she was having similar thoughts to what I was having. What we'd endured the last hour or so had her just as turned on as I was.

"I'm not sure I'm going to make it until tonight, baby," Ann said, leaning close to my ear, practically panting.

"What do you mean?" I said.

"After this, we're supposed to go out to eat with the husbands and boyfriends. I'm so horny now I can't stand it."

"Husbands and boyfriends. You mean just them?"

"No...we're all leaving here and going to a local pizza joint. We're meeting the guys there. It's kind of a going away party for us."

"You knew about that?" I asked.

"Yeah. I thought that's all we were doing tonight. This..." Ann said, pointing to the room full of women giggling and laughing as two girls got personal dances from the two male strippers that were working the room. "This I knew nothing about. This is ALL Dana and Missy. I should have never introduced them...they're dangerous together," Ann said with a laugh as she squeezed my leg.

"I'm surprised they wanted me to be here," I said. "Why didn't they do this before I came to town?"

"I was working too much. I never had a night off the last three weeks I worked."

~*~*~*~*~*~

Ann had indeed worked her ass off to make sure her store was in good hands when she turned it over to her replacement. The pride she had in her work made me smile. The fact that she loved her girls, and wanted to make sure they were taken care of, showed just how much Ann loved her job. And the fact that she gave everything she had of herself up to the very last day showed her commitment. A lot of people would have mailed in their last few weeks at a job they were leaving. Ann worked extra hours, taking on more to make sure she left the way she wanted.

But in doing that, she sacrificed, as she seemingly always did. And part of that was that the people who cared about her had trouble finding the time to be with her. And that also meant that any planning for a surprise party during those weeks was impossible, because no one knew what Ann's schedule was.

Dana had gotten together with Missy, and the result was indeed proving to be dangerous. Dana wanted to make sure that Ann got a bridal shower, thinking that she wouldn't get one when she moved back to Indiana. Missy wanted to throw Ann a bachelorette party for the same reason. But they were having a hard enough time coming up with one day to surprise Ann...let alone two. So, they decided to combine the two parties into one. 

Having me in California at the time might have put a cramp in those plans. But after they'd both seen the pictures of my trip, and hearing Ann tell them some stories about our relationship together, they ended up taking a chance that I'd be okay the party. I was hard pressed to disagree. Ann did deserve the normal things that a girl would get leading up to a wedding. And since I'd denied her the thrill she might have gotten from an engagement ring for all those weeks, I wasn't about to stand in the way of the party they'd secretly set up. 

Dana and Missy were right. I had no idea if Ann would get either kind of party in Indiana. She still had friends there, but nothing like the ones she'd shared the last ten years with. The party needed to happen with her friends in California, and as I sat on that tiny couch with Ann, I knew it was the right thing to do.

That didn't mean I liked watching the two nearly naked men dance around in front of the twenty or so women that had shown up for the surprise party. I wasn't that I minded. I just felt like I was in the way...and that maybe Ann or the rest of the girls were having to hold back because of me. I couldn't help but think of the scene from the movie 'Mr. Mom', where the Michael Keaton character goes with the rest of 'the girls' to a strip club. This was a little different, in that it wasn't a strip club...and in that the dancing was a LOT more graphic than the movie had been. The way a couple of the women were acting, I was amazed the guy's g-strings hadn't been ripped off yet. 

When Missy first took me upstairs, she'd warned me what was going to happen. There was a great debate between her and Dana as to what was going to happen first...the bachelorette part of the party, or the bridal shower. They decided to start with the bridal shower first, and I said to Missy that maybe I'd just stay for that and then I'd leave so that they girls could have more fun. But she insisted that I stay, saying it wouldn't be that bad and no one would care that I was there.

Walking into the room, I was surprised to see Ann. Well, actually I was surprised that Ann couldn't see me. She was blindfolded, sitting in the center of the leather love seat. The other girls were sitting quietly in a circle of chairs in front of her, all with a wrapped box in front of them...and all the boxes had the same silver and white printed paper on them. It seemed a little too coincidental, but I shrugged my shoulders and sat on a stool against the wall. Missy brought me a beer, and I smiled as she turned and walked over to her seat in the ring of chairs with the rest of the women.

Dana got up and went behind Ann, removing her blindfold. The look of shock on her face when she saw all her friends was worth any embarrassment I may have felt for being somewhere I normally shouldn't have been. Ann got up, and one by one, she walked around that circle and hugged each and every one of her friends, thanking them for coming. They ranged in age from the very early twenties, to one woman that was close to my Mother's age. When Ann finished making the circle, she looked over to me and smiled as she sat back down on the love seat.

And with that, the bridal shower began. Each of the women took turns handing Ann their gift, and Ann carefully opened each one, taking the time to read any cards that were attached first. And it was apparent from the first present that we were not only in the right place...it was going to be an interesting party.

Ann started to her left, and the first woman handed her the package. Ann thanked her and opened the card. It was a risqué novelty card, and the room burst out in laughter as Ann read it aloud. I even snickered for a moment. When Ann opened the gift, a hush went across the room as they all waited for her reaction. She moved the wrapping tissue aside so she could look inside. A wicked smile crossed Ann's face, and she looked up at the girl who gave her the gift.

"I can see where this party is going," Ann said as she reached in and pulled out a large vibrator, to the delight of the girls applauding and laughing. Ann turned it on, and the quick burst of power made her eyes bug out. 

"It's my favorite," the girl said, blushing as Ann looked at her with a wondrous expression.

"I can see why," Ann smirked.

And so the party began. Ann opened the personal gifts of each one of her friends. Personal, in that each of them had given her their personal favorite item from The Leather Door. In some of the boxes, there were several items. Ann received dozens of gifts, each of them different. 

One of the highlight moments for me was Ann opening up the gift of the older woman in the group. She sat patiently, her hands neatly folded on her lap as she watched Ann untie the bow on the elegantly wrapped box and lift the lid off. Ann pulled out a black leather case, which looked a little like a bathroom toiletry pouch you'd use when you travel. Ann opened the zipper and peeked inside, smiling. She knew what was going to be inside, but she gushed anyway.

"I love it Billie! I can't wait to use them...I'm going to save them for our wedding night!" 

"Really?" the woman said, lighting up. It was Alfred's wife, and the gift was the massage oil set she'd recommended in her personal note in the store below us. I looked at Billie and smiled. I could feel the love Billie had for Ann from across the room. 

A little later, Ann was laughing hysterically as she continued to add to her new assortment of sex toys. She was getting everything from the 'normal' fare, dildos and vibrators and such, to the more exotic and kinky side. "Oh my GOD! Do you actually DO this!" Ann exclaimed, looking that the bondage aficionado starter set she pulled out of the box in front of her.

The short blond woman that gave it to Ann smiled, and said, "Don't judge, Ann. Try it sometime...you might just like it."

Ann laughed and said sarcastically, "Yeah...right."

Missy spoke up and said, "Didn't you used to think that about getting fucked in the ass?"

Ann thought to herself for just a moment, and then she reached into the box. "You're right, I shouldn't be so judgmental...maybe someday I'll use these," she said, holding up a pair of handcuffs. Then she cracked up laughing again. 

~*~*~*~*~*~

I stayed off to the side, letting the dancers perform for Ann, who was sitting on the couch of honor. The bridal shower portion of the party ended after Ann had opened up all the gifts. It was already a raucous group of women, when Missy announced it was time for the bachelorette portion of the evening. Moments later, the two strippers dressed in tear away tuxedos came strolling in.

Missy cued the cheesy music, and the men stood in front of Ann. From a striptease point of view, they weren't very good. They were all strip, and no tease. It seemed like they were nearly naked in less than 30 seconds. I thought to myself, "Are they racing each other," wondering why they were down to their g-strings so fast. 

Ann smiled, politely. And she tried to get into it. But I could tell from where I was sitting that she was a little uncomfortable. She wasn't embarrassed, but she wasn't really enjoying the show as much as she was pretending. I'm not sure if anyone else noticed. I knew the guys that were providing the entertainment didn't...they were clueless, fueled by the delirious chants of the other women spurning them on. But I knew. Even though Ann and I hadn't been together all that long, I knew her heart.

After doing two numbers where they did everything but rub their cloth covered cocks on her face, they dancers changed their focus from Ann, and turned their attentions to the rest of the women. I waited for a few moments, making sure they were truly done performing for the guest of honor. Ann let out a relieved sigh, her cheeks ballooning out as she expelled the angst ridden air from her lungs. I smiled, thinking she might have been holding her breath the entire time.  

Ann looked over to me, catching me smiling at her. She looked back at the dancers, now occupied by other women practically pawing at them, and then she shifted her eyes back to me. A soft, loving smile came across her face, and she scooted slowly to her left and patted the cushion next to her with her right hand. I got up, unnoticed, and joined her on the love seat. 

Ann gave me a kiss, her hand gently taking me by the neck and pulling me to her. I could feel her fingers running wildly through my hair, and she sighed again. This time, it was one of desire, as she moaned into my mouth. 

Our lips separating, Ann spoke almost breathlessly. "Thank you, baby."

"For what?" I said, my forehead resting against hers as we locked eyes from close range.

"For being here...and for being mine."

~*~*~*~*~*~

Ann and I were still sitting on that love seat, waiting for the party to wind down. But the dancers still had the attention of the girls, who didn't want the fun to end. Ann was starting to get antsy, wiggling her tight little ass in place. She'd already told me she was horny, and that she didn't think she'd make it through the night without getting some relief. I thought at first she was just being playful, but now I was wondering what was on her mind.

"Are you having a good time?" I asked, trying to get her to see the big picture. The party was for her, but it was also a night for the girls. 

"Yeah, I had a great time."

"Had?" I asked, looking at the woman licking the chest of one of the men performing and thinking the party was far from over.

"I loved the shower part. And this is okay, I guess. I mean, I love that they wanted to do it for me.  But this is a little too...I don't know..." Ann said, waving her hand in disdain at the stripper nearest to her.

"What? What's wrong?"

"I have to tell you babe...I just don't get it."

"Get what?"

"Maybe it's just me, but there's nothing I find sexy about a male stripper. I mean, I don't knock it for those who like it...but I don't find it sexy at all."

"Really? Why not?" I asked, actually wondering why.

"Because, I don't think they're graceful at all. They don't dance fluid. They pose, and they thrust their groin at you. I mean, they look okay...don't get me wrong. But that's not sexy to me."

"Well, I'm glad you told me now before I did that for you in the bedroom."

Ann laughed and said, "Oh...YOU'RE different. I wouldn't mind you doing it."

"And why is that?"

"Because you're sexy...and I love you."

I laughed, but I knew there was something on Ann's mind. "I know you love me, but you're just saying that because you're horny. Seriously, you don't like that?" I said, pointing toward a dancer who was moving his ass in front of Dana's face, which was close enough to bite him.

"I like that Missy did this for me, but this is more her style. She finds this exciting...I don't."

"So...what should she have done different?"

"Nothing. It's not about me...it's about my friends. And look at them. They're all eating this up. Maybe it's just me."

At least Ann admitted that she DID get the big picture. Yet it seemed like there was more to her comment. "Could be...I'm still not sure where you're coming from," I said, wondering if I was missing something.

Ann looked at me, her hand riding up my thigh, closer to my balls, which began straining in my shorts. Her eyes sparkled as she looked into mine, and she licked her lips before leaning in and giving me a long, sloppy, sexy kiss, which I quickly returned. 

Pulling back, she sighed and said, "That's sexy!"

"What's sexy?" I asked.

"A real kiss, from a real man."

I shook my head quickly and said, "What...they're not real?" pointing toward the dancers, who were gyrating their hips in front of two women across from us, their naked asses flexing for us.

"No...they're not," she said defiantly. Pointing at the dancer to her left, she said, "The only way that's sexy is if he's pushing his cock back and forth into a mouth or a pussy...but I'm telling you, they're both spending more time in front of a mirror than they are in between someone's legs."

I laughed, and said, "Have you dated one of these guys before?"

"Not them...but yeah, I've dated a stripper before. But that's not what has me so jaded on the whole thing."

"Then what is it?"

"It's about what's sexy to me. And after dating one, and seeing way too many, I realized that as a rule, they just aren't sexy...and the reason they aren't it because of the attitude."

"And what does that mean?"

Ann looked at me again, her smile warm and...sexy. "I know this is a general statement, but almost all of them think because they take their cloths off for women, that makes them sexy. But I see that and think conceited, and self-obsessed."

"You do, do you?"

"Yes, I do. A sexy man is a man that doesn't TRY to be sexy. He makes you breakfast in the morning, or makes the bed because it needs to be made, or he does any one of the hundred things you do every single day that make me melt." Ann's eyes grew wide as she looked at me on the couch next her her, staring intently with a smile on my face. She'd had some kind of revelation hit her, and she said, "Actually, a sexy man is one that's SO self-confident, he can sit in a room full of horny women, including his fiancée, while two guys take off their clothes and thrust their dicks all around, and he's not the least bit jealous or insecure."

I laughed, and Ann kissed me again, this time rubbing her hand directly on my growing bulge. "Careful, babe," I said, not wanting to get too carried away.

"Why...you're better built than either of them...and I guarantee you're bigger. I'm pretty sure the one on the left is stuffing his thong. And the one on the right is no match for my baby's big cock!"

"Now, now...it's not about size, Ann," I said, pretending to scold her. 

Ann looked to her left, and then to her right, to see if anyone was looking our way, but I'm not sure it would have mattered if someone was. You could tell her mind was made up by the mischievous look in her eyes. "Oh yes it is, baby. This is one day that size matters...a lot!" she said with a wink as she slowly unzipped my shorts.

At that moment, I didn't care. Ann had been massaging my groin for quite a while, and I was rock hard. I needed relief...more from being cramped in my shorts than anything else.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 42



~*~*~*~*~*~ 

The hush in the room was deafening. It was as if the sound of my zipper lowering triggered some kind of alarm, drawing attention to the source. Of course, that was in my head. The music was still blaring, and the strippers were still dancing and gyrating. And the women were still focused on them as Ann fished my hard cock out of my shorts, bringing me relief and a sense of vulnerability at the same time. That deafening hush was in my head, caused by my heart beating so loud it made my eardrums pound.

I should have been nervous, but I knew I was safe with my hard shaft tenderly gripped in Ann's small soft hand. She turned on the love seat, facing me as she moved her left fist up and down slowly over my cock. She was doing it in a way that kind of showcased me, like she wanted us to be noticed. But she didn't say anything. She just slowly stroked me.

Dana was the first to notice, catching us out of the corner of her eye. She did a classic double take, her head shifting back and forth quickly before she smiled and elbowed the woman next to her. At first she gasped, but then she smiled as she watched Ann do what she loved to do...play with a hard cock. I only hoped that this wasn't a time where Ann decided to practice her art, or fetish, of prolonged masturbation.

It didn't take long for word to spread, although there were no words spoken. Instead, there was a lot of poking, each woman touching the woman sitting in the chair next to them, followed by pointing and staring. Ann sat patiently on the couch, her legs crossed in her little plaid miniskirt and her buttoned up white dress shirt. If she'd have traded in her white stilettos for a pair of knee high socks and some saddle shoes, she'd have been the perfect naughty schoolgirl. Of course, she would have needed her hair in pigtails too, but I got harder just fantasizing about that look as she pumped me in the most tantalizing ways.

With more and more of the women watching us instead of the dancers, the room DID start to get quiet. Yet Ann remained patient, acting like there was nothing unusual. I wasn't sure what she was patient for, or what was going to happen. In fact, I tried not to think about it. I had my arm around her, and I was leaning back into the couch, just enjoying what she was doing to me. 

A couple of minutes later, not only were all the women watching...well, leering, since they'd been so worked up; now the dancers who'd worked them up had stopped dancing and turned their attentions towards Ann. I say Ann, because, while they were looking at my cock, it was Ann who was captivating their attention with her confident smile. 

She didn't say a word. Instead, Ann looked around the room and locking eyes with each of the guests quickly. It was like she was moving around the circle of chairs, making sure she had the undivided attention of each woman that was already staring at us. Then, she looked at the two men, standing there in their g-strings, staring at Ann with their mouths open. 

Very slowly, Ann got up and slid down in front of me, making me part my legs so she could crawl between them. Her eyes widened as she looked up and me, her face filled with lust. Winking at me, she licked her lips, and then the head of my cock. Her movements were very deliberate. My body shuddered as she reached into my shorts to extract my balls. Trailing her tongue down my shaft, she tilted her head, making sure everyone in the room could see her take one of my balls into her mouth. Ann continued to stroke me as she lapped at my left nut, before moving to the right one and giving it the same wonderful treatment.

A couple of minutes of bathing my balls with her mouth, and Ann moved back up. That was the appetizer to the show she was about to put on. Ann took the head of my prick back in her mouth and started to suck me. She was making short, quick movements, taking about a third of my cock into her mouth, and jacking me off with the rest of her hand. While it felt incredible, I wanted more. I put my hand on top of her head, and she pulled off quickly, looking up at me.

"Patience, lover," she mouthed, still not talking out loud. I was the only one that could see her mouth move when she 'spoke' to me. Just as quickly as she stopped, Ann started up again, her head bobbing up and down on my cock. She was slobbering all over my shaft; her saliva dripping down so that her hand could spread it over every inch of it. Once she had me lubed up to her liking, Ann abruptly stopped.

Standing up, Ann turned to her audience and smiled. But she didn't overreact to the wide-eyed stares she was getting, or the slack jaws on the circle of friends who where watching us. I did see that the strippers had moved to the back of the room, but they were standing like statues as they locked onto Ann, the new star of the show.

Ann pointed gracefully towards the blond that had given her the box of bondage stuff. Motioning her over, the woman looked left and then right, thinking Ann was looking at someone else. Ann smiled and pointed again, and the woman pointed to herself and mouthed, "Me?"

Ann smiled and said, "Yes...you, Suzanne. Come here."

Suzanne's eyes got even wider than what they were before, looking like a cartoon character. I not so sure mine didn't too. Having Ann jack me off and suck me in front of her friends was odd, but also very exciting. Letting a friend of hers participate was more than I was willing to be a part of. Sure, I'd messed around with Dana. But that started in the context of a private game within the confines of their house.  And her husband knew about it...and approved. This...this was a relationship wrecker, and I wanted nothing to do with that. 

But Ann sensed the tension in the room, and put up her hand. "Relax, everybody. This isn't audience participation. I just need her help with something before I continue with our little show and tell. Okay?"

Suzanne nodded, and the rest of us...well, me...I breathed a sigh of relief. I suppose in a room full of horny women, there was likely one or two that were disappointed, but no one showed their hand. 

Ann showed her hand though. Rather, she showed her wrist...both of them actually. She had Suzanne walk over, and Ann pointed at an item in the box she'd received as a gift from her friend. Softly she said, "It turns out, 'someday' is today. Can you hook me up, please?"

Suzanne looked at her and asked, "Are you sure?"

Ann put her hands together behind her back and said, "Very."

Shrugging her shoulders, Suzanne pulled out the handcuffs, lined with soft fur and cloth in a leopard print design. They looked sexy, but the distinctive click of the metal clasp ratcheting as Suzanne closed them over Ann's wrists let everyone in the room know they were very real underneath their camouflage.

"Anything else?" Suzanne asked, hoping that was all Ann wanted her for.

Ann shook her head and said, "No thanks...you can sit back and enjoy the show."

I shook my head, thinking about being a part of a 'show'. Ann stood in front of me and took a deep breath, and then she smiled at me. Big and broad, her white teeth were shining...filling my heart with love. It was the strangest feeling. She was bound, her hands locked behind her back in a room teeming with people who nervously awaited what was about to happen. And yet the look on Ann's face, and the way she was making me feel, was nothing like that scene. It was like it was just the two of us in the bedroom, and nothing was out of the norm. Of course, defining 'the 'norm' for us was a bit of a challenge in its own right. 

But as my steel blue eyes searched her chocolate brown ones, the heat between us was all that I felt. It was steamy, and it yet it was natural. Ann moved forward, placing her left knee next to my right thigh. I moved my legs closer together as she leaned forward, lifting her other leg up onto the couch, straddling me. She was wearing a white cotton thong, so I knew she wasn't going to fuck me...unless she asked me to move it to the side or take it off. Yet somehow, I knew that's not what she had in mind.

Ann leaned forward; kissing me as she started to grind her panty covered pussy over my hard dick. She shifted her hips back and forth, and rotated them in a little circle as she rode me. I was so worked up, pre-cum was leaking from my cock in a steady flow, forced out by Ann's energetic lap dance. Her head was next to mine, leaning into the couch as she dry humped me.

Shifting her head, Ann started licking at my left ear, driving me insane as she wormed her tongue into it. The she hissed, sending hot breath where her wet tongue had been, making me shiver. She let out a little giggle and said, "Do you like that, lover?" I moaned in response, and wanted to put my hands on Ann's ass and force her down harder on my cock. But I resisted. For some reason, my brain thought I was at a strip club, and the phrase 'keep your hands off the stripper' kept screaming over and over inside my head.

Ann licked at my ear lobe again, and said, "Do you trust me, baby?"

It was an odd question, asked at a really strange time. But I never hesitated, or worried about the implications. The truth was, I did trust Ann, and I said so. "Of course, Anna. I trust you with my life."

Ann let out a little moan and sighed at the same time. "Oh God...I love you so much."

I arched my brow, wondering why she would ask me such a question, and why she reacted the way she did to my answer. "Anna?" I said softly, hoping to get some clue as to what she needed from me at that moment.

"I trust you too, Neil. More than you can ever know," she said, almost breaking down. But she composed herself and said, "Look, I'm going to try something. And if I feel I can handle it, I'll let you know."

"Try something? What?"

"It's okay Neil...just follow my lead. If I can do it, I'll give you a sign, and I want you to grab me by the hair and fuck my face as hard as you can...okay?"

"What? Really?"

"I trust you babe. I'll let you know if I want you to start, and I'll let you know when to stop the same way."

"Uh...how?"

"You'll know," she said as she licked my ear one last time. Then she quickly sat up straight and stood up. My cock was practically dripping, and I knew I'd left her thong wet, at least on the outside. She was dripping too...I had felt the moisture from her soaked panties on my cock, and I could still feel it as it bounced and throbbed in the open air.

Ann looked down at her handiwork and licked her lips as she spread her legs wide. I knew as soon as she started to bend at the waist that she was giving herself a stance for balance. She spit on my shaft a couple of times, and started licking her saliva around, making a sloppy mess of my crotch. Looking into my eyes, she moved her mouth to the head of my cock and pulled it upright with her mouth. 

Ann had to move forward a little, working her body to get the angle the way she wanted it. Finally comfortable with her alignment, Ann slowly swallowed my cock, taking half of it down her throat to the delight of the women watching. I could hear Dana off to the side, talking to one of the girls near her. "Watch this...she's going to swallow that monster down her throat!"

The girl she was talking to expressed disbelief, saying, "No fucking way...it's too thick."

"I've seen her do it, Amy. Watch her."

I could tell Ann heard her close friend, and she pulled up to the tip of my cock, swirling the tongue around the head. Taking a deep breath in through her nose, Ann smiled and quickly dropped her head, ramming my shaft all the way down her throat. I could feel her tongue extending past her lips, and she licked at my balls a little, then she pulled up and did it again.

Ann started bobbing her head up and down very slowly, going the entire length of my shaft in long fluid strokes. She was becoming more comfortable by the moment. I, on the other hand, was losing it. I was looking over her back, past her handcuffed wrists, to the people in the circle watching us. I knew the two guys against the back wall were staring at Ann's pussy, which I could only imagine was so wet that her thong would be practically see through. I wasn't jealous of what they were looking at...I wanted to see it too. I wished for a moment that I could have an out of body experience, and could be in two places at once.

That fantasy was short, because Ann dropped down and held herself still on my shaft. Then she startled me by humming on my shaft, making her throat vibrate. I could tell Ann was grinning, even from the position she was in, and I knew that that had to be the sign that she wanted me to do as she'd asked. I was a little concerned I might be wrong, but she talked about trust. And I knew she wouldn't do anything she wasn't ready for. I just made a mental note not to get so carried away that I wouldn't notice the same signal for me to stop.

I grabbed Ann's head gently, and she immediately moaned in approval. My fingers sliced into her long, curly brown hair to get a grip. I could feel her tense up just for the briefest of moments before she relaxed again. Starting up on her own, I just held her for the first few strokes, until she stopped her own movement. It was her way of telling I needed to 'make' her fuck my cock with her face. The cuffs on her hands were in plain view, and I realized Ann was submitting to me in front of her friends. 

I rammed Ann's head downward, and she groaned as her lips smashed into my crotch. I'd gone harder than I wanted and I quickly pulled her back up again. But she let out a little giggle, letting me know she was okay...and she liked what I'd done. So I did it again. And again.

I used Ann's mouth for over 5 minutes, fucking her throat hard and deep. Every once in a while I'd stop to let her catch her breath. I wanted to make sure she was taking it as well as she thought she would when she came up with the idea. And each time I stopped, Ann would let me know in some way that she wanted more. 

After hammering my cock deep into her throat at least a hundred times, Ann finally tired. I don't think it was bothering her throat and mouth as much as it was her back. Bent in an awkward position, with her legs locked, she had no way to support herself with her hands. Ann wasn't complaining or anything, but on one of the down strokes, she began humming over my shaft again, and I knew it was time to stop. 

Ann came up for air, and stood up. Her audience realized quickly that she was done, and I was amazed at them clapping and cheering for her. She turned a little red, and she turned around to look at them. I stood up behind her, my cock finding its place in her hands as they remained behind her back. Ann started groping me as I moved in near her neck and whispered.

"You're the star, Anna. Take a bow."

Ann turned her head to look at me, and she saw the fire in my eyes. There was something about me telling her to do that that made her body shiver. Moaning out loud, she turned back to her friends and bent again at the waist. There was no curtsey; she bowed to show that she had her hands full of my raging hard on, and as I looked at her wrists one more time, something came over me. 

Ann had wanted me to take control, in essence surrendering to me one more time. It was happening more and more, those moments where she got in a mood where she wanted me to 'make' her do things. She'd turned over the reigns to me, and she didn't really act like she wanted me to give them back any time soon. 

After what Ann had just done to me, and with the way she was massaging my cock as we stood in front of the group, there was no way I was going to be able to just stuff my shaft back into my shorts. I was too far gone. I needed to fuck her, and I needed to fuck her right then. And at that point, Ann needed the same thing. But being 'in control' of her or not, I wasn't about to do it in front of everyone. 

I motioned to Missy, and she came over next to me...in a hurry...staring at my cock. Based on how she reacted, I was pretty sure she thought my calling to her was an invite. "Sorry, Missy...I hope I didn't give you the wrong idea," I said, trying to let her know that was not my intention. "I just need somewhere else to take Anna.  The rest of the show is private. I hope you understand."

"Oh...uh, yeah. You can...use my office. It's out the door, down the hall to the left. Last door." 

"I really am sorry, Missy," I said, lifting her chin with my fingers, taking her eyes off my shaft, held gently in Ann's warm hands.

"It's okay, Neil. But a girl can look, can't she," she said returning her longing gaze. "Hell, with that thing, I think I'm OBLIGATED to look!"

I laughed and grabbed Ann by her long mane, pulling her head back lovingly by her hair. "Let's go Anna...you lead the way." Ann groaned and pulled me out of the room by my cock, her arms extended out and just holding the very tip to show it off as we left. 

~*~*~*~*~*~

"Oh my God!" I said as Ann pulled me into Missy's upstairs office.

"Yeah...I didn't even know she HAD an office. This is...amazing!" Ann said, staring at the tastefully decorated corner room. The huge picture windows faced the parking lot and the street that fronted the old house, filling the room with light. The windows were the same tinted variety as the ones downstairs, probably to give the house a consistent look from the outside. The room itself was enormous. While it probably wasn't the master bedroom of the house when it was actually someone's house, it certainly could have been.

Missy had spent a lot of time doing the décor. It was very modern, with lots of black and grays and reds. The walls were covered with framed prints of artwork by Patrick Nagel, and I felt a jolt run through my body. I'd always loved his work. Well, ever since I, like most of the world, 'discovered' his amazing style and grace on the cover of Duran Duran's Rio album. From that point on, I was sucked in by the images of the women he painted.

It wasn't just that the women in Nagel's work were sexy...and sexual; they were much more than that. To me, they always seemed powerful, and intelligent. I could see Ann in the images on the wall, thinking she would have been a perfect model for him. And the reason wasn't just because she fit the mold of being a smart and sexy modern woman. It was because of her eyes. Nagel's paintings were known for the eyes...their distinctive style, and truthfully, their soul. 

And of all of Ann's physical attributes that I loved and was attracted to, it was her eyes that had me from them moment I saw her at Matt's house. They ensnared me, and drew me into her, holding me tight. Ann's eyes were captivating; speaking to me on levels most women couldn't verbalize if they wanted two.  

As I stood in that room with Ann, I was mesmerized by the images on the walls. The eyes of the women were speaking to me in a similar way that Ann did. And I couldn't help but see a paradox in the moment. I'd always viewed the women in Nagel's art as powerful, as in strong and independent, and I viewed Ann in the same way. I'd never seen a Nagel painting with the subject being depicted in a submissive light. And yet, here was Ann with her hands cuffed behind her back, and she was excited to the point her pussy was wet. I could tell, because I was looking at her soaked thong as she bent over to look at some objects on Missy's desk.

I weighed that contradiction in my head, trying to make sense of it. And it finally occurred to me that I as looking at it on the wrong plain, which was strictly the physical part of it. It was the mental aspect of Ann's sexuality that was suddenly speaking out to me. And when I thought about it, even in that briefest of moments, I knew that Ann wasn't belying the fact that she was a strong woman by acting in a sexually submissive role from time to time. Quite the opposite, the very fact that Ann was willing to be more passive, and in some cases, take on physical and mental sexual challenges that were out of her control, only proved just how strong mentally she really was. And frankly, she had to be physically strong as well. There was nothing 'weak' about it.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 43



As I drove us towards the restaurant, Ann was quiet. Oddly, we both were. Once we'd gotten into the car, we'd both stopped to think about all the things that had just happened while we were inside The Leather Door. It was as if we were silently reflecting on what we'd just done. For me, it was more than just the sex with Ann. It was the entire party, and what happened afterward. And while I didn't know what Ann was thinking about exactly, I was sure the events of the last few hours were going through her mind. She was playing with the heel of her white stiletto, her legs crossed underneath her as she sat in the passenger seat, staring out the windshield. I was following Dana, who was leading the way towards where we were going, with Missy in the passenger seat of Dana's car.

Ann eyes shifted toward the floor of the car, and finally she took a deep breath, sighing.

"Are you okay, babe?" I finally asked.

"I suppose," she said, not sounding that convincing.

"What's the matter?" 

"I...I shouldn't have done that."

"Done what? You did a lot of things?"

"Upstairs, with you."

"So...you're saying you shouldn't have fucked me?"

"No. Well, I don't know."

"Wow...I never thought I'd hear you say you're sorry we had sex," I said with a laugh, trying to lighten her mood just a little.

Ann looked at me and smiled. "That's not what I meant, Neil. Are you upset that I sucked you in front of all of those girls?"

"No...why?"

"Well, I just don't want you to think that I used you."

"You did use me...and I used you too. That's always going to happen when we fuck."

"Again, that's not what I meant." I looked at Ann, letting her know she needed to just tell me what was on her mind. "You know, I love showing myself...the exhibitionism...the thrill of it. But that's me. I guess I feel a little odd about all my girlfriends knowing now just how big you are...and how amazing you are."

"They were going to know how big I was anyway, Ann. Missy gave every one of them one of those 'Antonio' dildos as a party favor for coming to your shower. Or you're bachelorette party...or, whatever that was."

"I didn't know Missy was going to do that at the time. When I unzipped you and pulled out your cock...that was me doing that on my own."

"So?"

"So...I'm the one that showed them. And now, I'm not so sure I don't regret it. And part of that is BECAUSE Missy gave them the dildos."

"I thought you said we shouldn't look back with regret if what we did was hot. And I have to tell you, Ann...that was a lot hotter than watching those strippers dance. The fact that every girl stopped and watched you kind of proved that, don't you think?" 

"That's because YOU are so much hotter than either of those guys, and you know it. But you're right. I did say we shouldn't regret what we do together." 

"Well, then the question is...do you believe that?"

~*~*~*~*~*~

Ann stared at her torn blouse and shredded bra, lying in a pile on the black leather couch in Missy's office. She was still naked, cum oozing down her legs from her pussy, her labia splayed and slightly swollen from the intensity of our fucking. Her hands were still cuffed behind her back, tits jutting out proudly from her chest from the position she was bound in. 

I had the same feeling of guilt come over me that I had when I'd ripped the front of Carol's blouse open in the examination room of the Hospital in West Virginia. But this time, the bra was toast too. And there was no blazer for Ann like Carol had, to put on and cover herself. While it was hot when we were doing it, now, it seemed really stupid. Not to mention wasteful. 

But Ann looked at me after eyeing her mutilated clothes, and she smiled, just before she burst out laughing. 

"What's so funny?" I asked, still feeling a little remorseful for ruining part of her outfit. 

"I just can't believe you read my mind and ripped those off of me. God that was hot!"

"What? Really?"

"Sure! Don't you think so?"

"Well, yeah...when I was doing it. But now..."

"Neil...I don't think you should feel guilty for doing something like that with me. It WAS hot. And if it was hot at the time we were doing it, then it is what it is. I don't think we should look back with regret. If we start doing that, we'll end up never taking chances. I think we've both established that we don't want to play our marriage safe."

"So, we're not going to be...safe?" I asked.

"I want to be safe in your arms, baby. But I think I speak for both of us when I say we love taking a few risks every now and then. If we start regretting things we've done, then we won't want to take any more risks...and I think that would be a shame. Don't you?" she said, batting her big beautiful brown eyes at me with an impish, innocent look on her face.

It really wasn't a point that one would argue. I loved the fact that we were...adventurous. "Yes...that WOULD be a shame. So...where do we go from here," I said, pointing at the pile of useless clothes.

"Well, I love flashing...but just walking around naked? I don't know about that. Besides, giving those two guys a free look at the goods...that just ain't happening."

I gave her a wicked little grin, and grabbed Ann by the handcuffs, pulling her to me, twisting her quickly so that she fell into my arms. Holding her steady, I reached down and pawed at her left tit with my big right hand, squeezing it.

Ann smiled nervously, biting her lip as she said, "You're going to make me go in there like this, aren't you?" I could feel the shiver run up her spine as I held her tightly. 

I watched her eyes, trying to determine if she really wanted me to do just that...make her parade around in the room just like she was. But as much as that appealed to me on one level, Ann was right. Even I didn't want the two strippers to get that good of a look. So, I compromised, helping Ann into her thong and miniskirt.

"I'm surprised you're letting me put these on," Ann said, leaning into me as I pulled the thong up her sculpted, athletic thighs. 

"I thought about it. But I don't want them even thinking they might see your pussy. Besides, I like the idea that you're going to be very wet...and very sticky the rest of the night when that big load starts dripping out of you." I felt Ann shiver and I let a devilish little laugh.

"You are such a naughty man," Ann said. She looked down at me, crouching in front of her. I leaned forward and flicked my tongue quickly over her protruding clit as it tried to poke a hole in the fabric of her thong, making a jolt run through her body. When I looked back up at her, Ann's eyes were wide, and she answered my question before I asked it, saying "And...I wouldn't want you any other way, baby."

Her panties safely tucked under her little plaid skirt, I got dressed and led Ann out of the room and down the hall; the rest of her garments, or what was left of them, held tightly in my left hand. Ann took a deep breath as we stopped to let her compose herself before I led her in the room. Her nipples were stiff, but I couldn't resist leaning down and sucking on each of them, making them pop out farther from her areolas. Leaving them shiny from my saliva, Ann moaned and said, "Are you happy with my nipples now, or do you need some more time to make sure they stick out the way you want them?"

"You know, I think they might look better if the were accessorized. I think I saw a set of nipple clamps in that little kit that these cuffs came in," I said, my eyebrow arched as I peered into her eyes.

She knew I was serious. At least, she thought I was, and she shuddered a little. "Uh...I'll be good," she said, trying to make me laugh. I patted her on her ass and opened the door to the room where the party was being held.

Actually, it was the room where the party HAD been held. The room was empty, except for all of the presents left behind, and the three people who were cleaning up the mess left behind. Missy and Dana were busy picking up wrapping paper and throwing away plastic cups and napkins and such. To the side was Billie, taking Ann's presents out of the individual packages they came in and neatly packing them into a larger box that would hold them all.

"Where'd everybody go?" I said disappointedly.

Dana looked up and smiled. Missy laughed and said, "I only paid for the guys for two hours. The rest of the girls left to get their other halves so we can meet them at the restaurant. They got tired of waiting."

Ann said, "Waiting. We only went off to have a quickie for God's sake."

Missy got a shocked look on her face and said, "A quickie? Hell, Ann, you two were gone for almost an hour."

"Really?" Ann said, looking over at Billie, who was smiling at the two of us.

"Fifty minutes by my watch, dear," Billie said.

"Wow, that really WAS a quickie," I said with a smirk on my face.

"Really?" Missy said in disbelief.

Before Ann could answer, Dana said, "It probably is, the way those two go at it. I bet they'd still be in there if we didn't have to go out to eat."

"Very funny," Ann said. "Still, I feel bad that they all had to wait around for us. Did everybody at least have a good time?"

"I think so," Missy said confidently.

"It would have been better if the strippers would have actually stripped!" Billie said, surprising all of us.

"What?" Dana chuckled.

"Well, if they're going to do a private party, and they're going to thrust their dongs in our faces, the least they could do is actually strip off and show us," Billie said gruffly.

Missy said, "You know...they were supposed to, weren't they! Hell, I paid for the two of them to go all the way. I'm going to have to call their agency tomorrow and get a refund, dammit!" Missy walked by with a trashbag, and I stopped her and dropped the blouse and bra in side. "What that hell happened to those," she asked.

Ann perked up and said, "Oh my God Missy! We did it...we did it!"

"You did what?"

"Neil was Rupert! And I...I was...I was..."

Ann was so excited, she was stammering. "Stacy," I said, helping Ann finish her sentence. 

Missy's mouth dropped open. "No WAY!"

Ann nodded. "Yeah. And your office was perfect...and this is even a..." 

"Sex shop!" Missy said, and the two of them screamed like teenagers. Ann was even jumping up and down with Missy, her tits bouncing for me to admire. Missy went to hug her, and realized Ann's hands were still cuffed. Turning, Missy said, "Billie, do you have the keys to the handcuffs over there?"

Billie nodded and slid them across the floor towards Missy, and Ann turned around and let Missy take the cuffs off. Missy removed them, and then she hooked one of the cuffs to the sash on her waist, giving her sexy white sun dress an even sexier look. She added to that when she lifted up the short hem and tucked the key into a white lace garter she had on her right thigh. Ann turned back to Missy and got her hug. It seemed so strange that Ann was half-naked, and yet it also seemed so natural...and more than a little hot. 

"The couch?" Missy asked.

"It was perfect. And then he put my arms over his head...and...carried me. Just like the movie!"

"You're kidding me! How was it?"

"I felt like I was flying...and God was he huge inside me then. Well, he's always huge, but it felt even bigger...and then..."

"The doorway?"

"No...we used the window. It was a little different. He had me pressed against the glass overlooking the street."

"Really...so everyone could actually see you if the were looking?"

"Well, not really. I mean, with the glass being tinted and all, no one could see us."

Missy put her hand over her mouth. "Ann! It's tinted, barely. Not like the glass downstairs. Hell, even that glass you can see through if it's cloudy or dark out. That's why we have the blinds."

Ann started to turn red and said, "What are you saying?"

Missy laughed and said, "I'm saying, the windows in my office are a little darker than normal, but you CAN see through them...easily. And if you were pressed against the glass...well, if anyone was looking, they sure got a good show."

Ann turned to me, and I smiled. She shrugged her shoulders and said, "Fuck it. I had fun, and I lived out my little fantasy, so it was totally worth it."

"I'll say," I agreed.

~*~*~*~*~*~

We helped finish cleaning the upstairs room. But Dana was getting antsy. "You know, we really need to get going."

"Then let's go," I said, looking around and seeing we were pretty much done.

Ann looked at me and said, "I suppose you want me to go like this?" She lifted up her amazing tits in her hands, making sure I remembered she was still topless. It wasn't like I could forget, since my eyes had been stealing looks the entire time she walked around as she helped straighten up.

"Now that you mention it," I said, kidding with her. 

"I need a new outfit," Ann said, looking over at Missy. "Got anything particularly slutty that might suit me, Miss?"

"I think we can find something. Let me go downstairs and see what I can find."

"Nope. I'm coming with you. That will just take more time, and Dana's in a hurry." 

"You're going downstairs like that, dear?" Billie asked.

"Uh-huh. You're not disappointed in me, are you, Em?" 

"Never, sweetheart. I love your free spirit. I always have. Just act like you're supposed to be that way...don't look for the stares, or it WILL take longer."

"Thanks, Em...see you in a little while?" Ann asked.

"Of course. I have to go get Alfred, but we'll be there. We may be a little late though."

"Really?"

Billie picked up her little gift bag, and pulled out the take home dildo, waving it as she passed us heading toward the door. "Yes. I think 'Antonio' and I are going to have to get acquainted first."

I kind of blanked for a moment, shaking my head as what she said sank in. When it finally registered, I noticed Billie staring at my crotch as she stood in the doorway. Ann didn't seem fazed in the least, acting like there was nothing unusual about Billie announcing she was going to go home and fuck herself with a rubber cock. Instead, Ann asked, "What about Alfred?"

"Don't worry, dear. I'll let him watch."

~*~*~*~*~*~

Billie left us standing there, shocked just a little. Well, I was. The women in the room seemed to take it in stride. 

I turned to Ann, bewildered, and she just shrugged her shoulders. "What can I say? Em really never was in a shell for me to get her out of. She's been pretty open about her sex life since I've known her. That's what makes it so easy to be around her." 

Dana said, "That's crap and you know it. She may have said a few things, but she never would have acted like this before you came into her life."

"Okay, that might be a little true. But don't make it sound like I corrupted her. Em has taught all of us a thing or two, if you remember." 

Dana and Missy started laughing, but I knew it was something I was never going to know about. It was one of those secrets that 'sisters' share, like my Mom had with her friends, Carrie and Paula. Instead, I honed in on something else entirely that intrigued me. 

Looking at Ann, I asked simply, "Em?"

"Em...as in the letter 'M'; as in...Mom. Em is like my California Mom."

"Oh...well...that makes sense to me now," I chuckled.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Missy and Ann walked hand in hand down the stairs towards the store part of the old house. I was sure there would be at least a few customers that would be milling about, and I was excited about seeing their reaction when Ann strolled through the aisles topless on the way to the clothing area. But I didn't get see that. Dana had me taking things she had brought to the party back to her car. And, I had to put Ann's big box of sex toys in the back of her Honda. By the time I got that done and I was back in the store, Ann was already in the dressing room area with Missy.

I knew Ann had had an impact on the customers, because I saw several men craning their necks from behind displays and racks, hiding themselves. My guess was they were hoping for another look, but didn't want to be out in the open in case that might scare her off. In contrast were the two women that were in the store, one browsing in the vibrator section, and the other holding a VHS tape in the doorway that led to the adult videos. They were both very blatant and open in their staring towards the closed curtain that led to the dressing rooms. 

I walked over next to the checkout counter and waited for five minutes, until Missy walked out of the dressing area, strutting toward me with a puzzled look on her face. She stopped so abruptly right in front of me, it made the silver handcuffs dangling from the sash of her dress swung up and hit me lightly in the crotch. Her quizzical stare made it evident something was really bothering her, and she said, "Ann was telling me that you're really different from most guys. Well, all guys that I know of. Is that true?"

"I'm not sure what Ann would have been talking about. Care to enlighten me?"

"Um...well, I'm...not really sure how to phrase this."

"You're a friend of Ann's, Missy, which means you're a friend of mine. And I'm sure it has something to do with sex, so...just spit it out."

Missy flashed me a big, toothy smile and said, "Well, it does have to do with sex. I think everything Ann has on the brain lately has to do with sex...but that's because she has you on the brain all the damn time. And you should know, when it comes to sex, I don't spit. I swallow."

"I would have been surprised if you didn't," I said as I leaned back with my hands the counter, crossing my legs. "So...what do you want to know?"

"Ann says that you...kiss...afterwards. Is that true?"

Missy was squirming a little, going back and forth between being a confident sexual woman, and a shy inquisitive little girl. I knew what she wanted to know, but I loved watching the way she was acting, so I played coy. "I kiss after what...sex? Of course I kiss her after sex. I kiss her before it and during it too. It would be rude not to kiss her afterwards."

Missy looked at me and crossed her arms, striking a defensive pose. "Okay...I'll be blunt. Ann says you don't mind tasting your own cum, and that you kiss her after she sucks your cock and lets you cum in her mouth. She said you've even cleaned her face before. True...or not true?"

"Why?"

"Why...what?"

"Why do you want to know? Were you planning on sucking me?"

"No!"

"Well, why is this so important then?"

"I just wanted to know if Ann was lying to me, that's all."

"Have you ever known Ann to lie...I mean, does she have a habit of telling you stories that aren't true?"

"No...Ann's never lied to me before. Why would you think that?"

"I don't," I said with a grin.

Missy's left hand came up and covered her open mouth. Then she grinned and said, "I just answered my own question, didn't I?" I nodded, still smiling at her. She practically jumped up and down, excited for reasons that I couldn't figure out. "Don't go anywhere, Neil. I'll be back."

I watched her tight little ass swaying as it headed back to the dressing room along with the rest of her, and I couldn't help but wonder what that conversation had been about. At least, other than what was on the surface. I'd gotten used to women and their reactions to the fact that I was willing to taste my own sperm. But usually that was a direct result from what I'd done it with them during some kind of sexual encounter. I couldn't remember having a random conversation about it with anyone that I hadn't been intimate with. As Missy slipped through the curtain, I was left to ponder why she'd asked the question in the first place.

~*~*~*~*~*~

I had a long time to ponder. At least, it seemed long. Dana had been browsing around the store, looking for things that she might like to continue to stoke the fire between her and Chad. She'd even bought a couple of things and had taken them out to the car. But now she was standing next to me as we waited for Ann to pick out an outfit. The odd thing was, Missy wasn't bringing her any clothes to try on. In fact, Missy hadn't come out in the ten minutes or so since she went in.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 43



"What's taking them so long? We're really going to be late," Dana said, grabbing my arm and twisting it so she could look at my watch. "We were supposed to be at the restaurant 15 minutes ago."

"It's okay, Dana. There's no timetable, is there?"

"Well no...but it is a Monday night. Most of us have to work tomorrow."

"You didn't today," I said with a smile, thinking about how she'd blown off work because we'd been up late the night before playing the sex board game, which no doubt was purchased by whomever gave it to her from the very store we were standing in.

"I took this as a vacation day weeks ago. I just didn't tell Ann because I didn't want her to know about the surprise party. I hope she had a good time."

"She did. And we're going to get a lot of good use out of the things she got," I said with a laugh.

Just then, the curtains parted, and Missy strutted through them, making her way back towards the two of us standing next to the register.

"Holy shit!" Dana said as she watched Missy's steamy eyes dance as she paraded down the aisle.

Holy shit was right. I could have said that and a lot more, but I couldn't get my mouth to work. I could almost hear the necks snapping of the guys who'd been waiting patiently for another glimpse of Ann's tits as they wretched them trying to follow Missy as she walked through the store. I was certain there would be some kind of whiplash effect on a couple of them. I know that I heard their moans. I might have ended up with a neck brace too had she not been walking right at me, the wicked, tight-lipped grin sending a shiver down my spine.

Missy had walked out from behind the dressing room curtain much like Ann must have walked in earlier. She'd taken the straps of her sundress and lowered them over her shoulders, letting the top of the dress fall. The only thing holding up the dress at all was the sash she had tied tightly around her waist. 

My eyes were focused on the large areolas and nipples topping Missy's magnificent breasts. I knew they were big early on, from the sheer nature of the white dress against her dark skin, and the fact that she hadn't been wearing a bra. But now they seemed like headlights mounted on her tits; and the high beams were definitely on. I could feel my head bobbing slightly as I leered at them bouncing elegantly in time with her sexy gait. Missy could have been a runway model the way her feet were perfectly placed one in front of the other to maximize the sway of her hips, making her long black hair flow in the breeze she was creating. This was one sexy fucking woman, and she was heading our way.

Well, my way. Dana might as well have been a blow up sex doll on display, as Missy didn't seem to notice her in the surroundings. And since Dana was actually standing next to one, that only added to the oddity of the entire situation. It was beyond bizarre. But Missy only saw me, her sights fixed on my eyes. I had lifted mine from gazing at her amazing chest, and they became ensnared in her smoldering irises.

Missy stopped less than a foot in me, making sure she was invading my personal space. I wasn't about to complain about that, though. She stood firm, her feet shoulder width apart, with her hands on her hips. As much as I wanted to stare at her breasts again, I couldn't take my eyes off of her eyes. They were a dark, deep brown, appearing almost black. But they were alive, the fluorescent lights of the store reflecting like stars. They were not only deep in color, they were deep in character. They pulled at me, like they had some kind of mystical power. Or maybe it was more of a physical power, like a vacuum trying to suck me into her soul. Regardless, Missy had my full attention as she stood her ground confidently, grinning at me. 

"Did I tell you I love your dress?" I joked, offering Missy a sexy smile.

Missy's answer to the question I'd asked...one intended to try and throw her off her stride...was to instead throw me off mine. And she did that by practically pouncing at me. Before I could react, Missy had leapt forward and I found myself holding her as she pressed her mouth against mine, her hands holding my head. I was suddenly in the middle of a hot steamy kiss. I panicked for a brief moment, until I realized that a couple of things were happening.

First, there was the distinctive taste of a woman. And it wasn't Missy, as in, I tasted her mouth as she kissed me. I'm sure that I WAS tasting her mouth, but the... flavor, for lack of a better word, was definitely sweeter to my palate. And immediately after that initial taste hit my tongue, Missy opened her mouth wider. She pushed her tongue forward, feeding it to me...along with a gift she'd found back in the dressing room. 

It hit me like a punch. The sudden impact of what Missy was doing, coupled with the realization of what she obviously had just done, overwhelmed me to the point that she had to help me lean back into that counter of the checkout area again to keep my balance. Once she had me stable, and still somewhat upright, she moaned as she transferred the contents of her mouth to mine.

The first savory taste I'd experienced was Ann. Namely, the taste of Ann's wet pussy on Missy's lips. Which meant that the other taste that I was experiencing was...me. Missy had obviously eaten Ann's cunt. And from what I could tell, she must have dug her tongue deep inside Ann's tight snatch. She seemed to have gotten all of the cum I'd deposited there when I'd fucked Ann upstairs, because she was feeding me a huge load.

It was more than I'd ever had in my mouth before, and that weirded me out a little. But now that I had opened my mouth, literally and figuratively, and admitted my penchant for being more than willing to taste my own sperm, I had a reputation to uphold. More importantly, so did Ann. She had bragged about me to her girlfriend, who thought it was so preposterous that she'd actually questioned Ann's integrity. Well, perhaps it wasn't that severe, but if it was even somewhere in that neighborhood, I felt I had an obligation to defend Ann's honor.

Regaining a little of my composure, I swallowed some of what was in my mouth, and then I started sharing the rest back and forth with Missy. She went wild, pressing harder into my body, pulling her left leg up and wrapping it around my right thigh, pulling my groin into her crotch. She began humping against my growing cock, and she moaned into my mouth. 

Missy got lost in the moment, forgetting where we were. That or she just didn't care at the moment that we were in the middle of her store. Sure, it was a sex store...but that didn't mean people would expect to actually see something sexual happening there out in the open. But she was so into what I did, she grabbed my left hand and brought it up to her breast, and she squeezed my fingers with hers, showing me she wanted me to feel them up. 

Part of me was nervous about it, what with Dana standing next to us, staring at what I was doing. But I knew that if Missy had come out from behind the magic curtain as she did, Ann had to have known about it, and must have approved. Still, I didn't KNOW that, so I was only willing to go so far. 

The way Missy was grinding her pelvis into mine, I knew what she wanted...or, what she needed. We still hadn't broken off the sultry kiss she'd initiated, and we continued to play with the cum in her mouth, moving it back and forth between us, making a sticky mess on our lips as we pressed them together. And that had her on fire.

Reaching my right hand down, I pulled up the hem of her dress while I pinched her nipple with my other hand. Missy moaned as she felt my hand slip underneath the material, and she caught her breath as my fingers brushed against the soft curls of her closely cropped pubic mound just above her pussy. I ran my fingers through that hair, my fingertips moving roughly along her skin, making Missy's stomach draw in from my touch. She moaned her approval, and I moved my hand lower.

My index finger brushed against her swollen clit, and my mind raced thinking about what it must have looked like. If felt huge, even though I barely touched it on my way to her running my middle finger through the folds of her pussy. I played with Missy's labia, spreading it with my fingers and feeling how wet she was. The outside of my index finger hit something that felt, well...different. But my mind was thrown off that she grabbed my ass. She was also sucking at my tongue, which I held still, letting her play with it. 

By the time I stuck my middle and index fingers into her pussy, Missy had swallowed the last of the load she'd found in Ann's cunt, and she broke off the kiss to throw her head backwards. I licked at her neck and chin as I started thrusting my fingers into her cunt, dragging my thumb across her throbbing clit. 

"Oh...SHIT!" Missy snapped, her body starting to shake. Her body fell forward, pressing against me as I leaned on the counter. I had to take my hand off of her tit, very reluctantly, to put my arm around her waist and hold her steady. Missy's hard abdomen pinned my right arm between us, holding it there while I finger fucked her.

Missy's orgasm hit her swiftly, and violently. She threw her head forward, making some her long hair fly over us as she leaned down and placed her open mouth on my shoulder, biting into my shirt, hoping to hold in what she wanted to scream out. It hurt, but at the same time, the intensity of what we were doing made it feel good...or, at least tolerable. It felt like it was supposed to feel...hot. Missy was breathing through her nose, and her stifled screams became steamy breath on my skin though the wet fabric of my shirt.

With Missy pinning my arm, I could only use my wrist to finger her wet cunt. So, I buried my fingers deep inside her, and held them still, and concentrated on rubbing her clit with my thumb as fast as I could. I felt the warm fluid from her pussy flood my hand, and her legs started to wobble. A second later, she took a deep breath, and she went limp, collapsing onto me with her full weight. 

I quickly wiggled my hand out from between us and grabbed her, holding her in my arms. I couldn't help but wrap my right arm underneath Missy's arm and around her neck, bringing my hand to my mouth to taste where it had just been. I smiled as I licked my fingers. The sweetness exploded in my mouth, and I dreamed about how amazing it would have been to have it wash over my tongue as I licked the source where it came from. But I knew that wasn't to be. In fact, the moment we'd just shared was perfect, because I knew in my mind that when Missy gathered herself and was able to stand up so I could see, Ann would be standing next to Dana in a hot new outfit, smiling about what she'd set up.

Missy recovered about a minute later, and she pushed her upper body away from me for just a moment as she threw her hair back, getting it out of our faces. She was standing in the same sexy position she'd been in just before she kissed me, her hands on her hips as she stared into my eyes. I thought she was going to say something, but instead, she quickly leaned forward and kissed me one more time. It was a quick kiss, but it was hot. As she pulled back, she grinned.

"What was THAT for," I asked, a little stunned that she'd kissed me again.

"Hey, you're the one that said it's rude not to kiss after sex, buddy. I'm just making sure I thank you for what you just did for me. That was amazing!"

"You're welcome," I said as I placed my hands on the counter and tried to act nonchalant. 

Missy stood back, and let me gaze at her chest again for a moment, her sexy smile almost teasing me. Finally, she reached down and pulled up the top of her dress, putting her arms back through the straps. "Time to put them away, Neil. I've already given some of my customers more of a free show than I thought I would."

"Well, I'm sure you've just increased the sales on your shift. I'm guessing you just won some customers for life."

"Ha...probably. But it was totally worth it. I still can't believe how damn hot that was. Hell, I can't believe you actually let me do that!"

"Do what?" I asked, knowing what she meant, but wanting to hear her say it.

"You know," she said, turning a little red. I'm not sure why she was getting embarrassed, yet she lifted one shoulder and tilted her head toward it in a bashful way. "I...can't believe you let me feed you your cum. I mean, Ann said you didn't mind tasting it...but that was a lot more than a taste. Speaking of which...holy shit, do you cum a lot!"

"Thanks. I guess it's my thing...kind of a gift, I suppose." 

"A gift? Hell, it's more like some kind of super power."

I laughed and said, "Let's not get carried away."

"She's right, Neil. It really is amazing," Dana said from her spot next to the inflatable blond with her mouth stuck in a permanent 'O'. 

I shrugged and said, "I don't know what you want me to say. It's just part of who I am. It's not like I practice, or train, or anything like that."

Missy said, "I'm not sure about the training, but I know you've been practicing...at least from what Ann told me."

That was the second time Missy had mentioned Ann, and my head snapped. I stood up, looking past Missy, thinking she would be standing behind her like I'd envisioned. But she wasn't there. I scanned the store. Yet for all the people that were hiding behind displays, pretending to browse through novelty items while they were actually peeping at the little X rated sex show Missy had performed with my help, none of them were Ann. I looked back at Missy, who had put her hands back on her hips; her sexy smile back on her face.

"What in the world is taking Ann so long to pick out an outfit? We need to get going, don't we?" I said with a hint of worry.

Missy said, "Oh, she picked out an outfit twenty minutes ago."

"Is it that hard to put on?" 

"You could say that," she slowly nodded.

Missy's smile went from sexy, to wicked. She slowly lifted her right leg, bringing her knee straight up toward her chest. Extending her lower leg, Missy planted her high heel firmly on the edge of the counter next to my hip. My eyes followed the hem of her dress as it slipped down her thigh toward her abdomen. Taking her left hand, Missy moved the material that had gathered in front of her crotch, and moved it slowly to the side, exposing her pussy to me.

My eyes widened as I looked at the soft black curls of the pubic hair I'd stroked just moments before. It was thick, and elegantly styled. Missy moved her right hand to it, running her own fingers though the hair, her red nails striking a sharp contrast against the color of her hair and her dark tanned skin. 

Slipping her fingers below, Missy tilted her hips backwards ever so slightly to give me a better view. She spread her labia, showing off her pink hole, and the huge protruding clit I'd played with earlier. But my eyes locked in on the little silver ring that was attached to Missy's left labia. She'd had it pierced, and my eyes almost bugged out of my head. 

While it seems pretty much common place today, at the time, piercing was a rare event other than a normal earring. This was the first time I'd ever seen a body piercing in person, and that included tongues, eyebrows, bellies and nipples. In fact, the only other time I'd ever seen a pussy pierced was on an 'actress' in a porn movie. It seemed novel when I saw it, but that was about it.

But the ring in Missy's pussy was having a profound impact on me. It was mesmerizing. Missy watched me staring, like I was in some kind of trance induced by the magical powers of the ring itself, and she moved it with her thumb. "Do you like it?" she asked quietly. I moaned something as I nodded, and she let out a little giggle. "I'm surprised you didn't feel it when you were fucking me with your fingers."

I snapped out of my state of confusion and shook my head a little, gathering myself. I looked up and said, "I felt it...I just didn't know what it was."

I looked back down at it, but even that became a passing moment as Missy dipped her fingers into her pussy, and then pulled them out and ran them down the inside of her thigh, leaving a wet trail that shimmered in the lights. "See what you did to me, Neil. Look at how wet you made me when I came." It was hard not to. I followed her hand until it stopped at the lacy garter that was stretched around her leg. Reaching her wet fingers underneath, she pulled out the silver key she'd hidden there.

In seconds, Missy had lowered her leg, letting her dress fall back into place. My mouth remained open as I looked up, my eyes once again ensnared by hers. She reached up and touched my chin, playfully closing my mouth. I could feel the coolness from the moisture she'd left on my skin as she reached down with her other hand and grabbed mine, turning it so that my palm was up. She placed the key into my hand, pressing it into place with her thumb.

"You're going to need this to get Ann," she said with a little laugh as she closed my fist over the key.

~*~*~*~*~*~

The soft brown curtain to the dressing room startled me when I touched it. It wasn't made of cotton or polyester, like I'd thought as I'd watched Missy walk through it several times. It was actually made out of suede, which was only fitting for a place called 'The Leather Door'. As I parted the curtain at the center and walked through, I saw five dressing stalls down the long, narrow room. All of them were to the right side of the three foot wide hallway, and each had their own leather curtain, but of a different color than the one covering the entrance to the room. There was a black one, red a one, as well as yellow, tan and maroon. The odd part was that all of the curtains were open. And although I couldn't see inside any of them as I stood just inside the doorway, I knew that Ann was supposed to be in one of them.

I walked softly, peering into the first stall with the black curtain, and found it empty. As I went to check the second one, I noticed the maroon curtain of the last stall move ever so slightly. I smiled, and slowly moved toward the very back of the dressing room. 

Ann looked up at me and grinned. "Hi baby. I was beginning to think you were never going to come."

"I didn't cum, babe. But it did take me a little bit to help Missy," I said, looking down at my fiancée.

Ann smiled at my comment, not a hint of jealousy crossing her face. She was lying on her back, naked on the floor with her hands stretched out above her head. The bench that was used for changing had metal legs, and a wooden seat. Each of the legs was about two inches in diameter, and all four of them were bolted to the floor to keep the bench in place. At the moment, they were also keeping Ann in place. Ann's wrists weren't cuffed on either of the legs closest to the door of the stall. She was cuffed to one of the back legs, with her arms separated by both the front and the rear legs on the left side of the bench, towards the back wall of the room.

The way Missy had handcuffed her, Ann had little room to maneuver. She was forced to stay on her back, her legs pointing toward the open doorway. Ann saw me staring at her, and she spread her legs wider, showing me her reddened, swollen pussy, which was still very, very wet.

"I had a feeling that was how that going to play out," Ann laughed.

"How what was going to play out? What the world happened between you two, anyway?" 

"I think you know what happened. At least, you should if Missy did what I think she did."

I chuckled and said, "We'll get to that in a second. How did you get like that? Did she overpower you?"

"Ha! Hardly...I let her."

"What do you mean you let her?"

"Well, Missy picked out a couple of outfits she thought I might like, and when she brought them to me, I stood up and got out of my skirt. That's when she saw my thong, which was soaked. And if you remember, that's because you put it on me to make sure all that cum you shot inside me stayed pretty much where you put it."




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 43



I laughed and said, "Yeah...I vaguely remember that." "Well, when Missy saw that, she asked me about it. And then we talked more about how all that sperm got there...she asked me to give her more details about what we did in her office. And then, she made a comment that it was a shame that I didn't get to live out the entire fantasy scene from the movie."

"The entire scene?"

"Uh huh. Remember, it starts with Stacy being handcuffed to a file cabinet by one of her employees and getting her clothes ripped off her...and then she..."

"Gets EATEN!" I said, having a little 'eureka' moment where it finally all made sense.

"Yeah. And after she said it, I laughed and said she probably wouldn't want to do it because my pussy was still a little full. And Missy actually said that it wouldn't be the first time she'd done that, which really shocked me."

"Wow...me too," I said as my eyes widened.

"Anyway, somehow, that brought up a conversation I'd had with her after I first came back after the reunion. I had been telling her about you, and how damn sexy you are...and I was telling her all the things that you do that turn me on so much. So, today, she brought it up again, and the next thing I know, I'm letting Missy handcuff me to this bench, and she's ripping off my thong. Then she starts grilling me about whether you really like tasting your own cum."

"So that's why she came out to see me the first time?"

"Yeah. Of course, I may have made it seem a little too good to be true the way I told it the first time a month ago," Ann smiled. "But when I told her today that it was actually true, she didn't bite. So she went out to talk to you. Once she came back, she was determined to find out for herself." 

"Did you enjoy it?"

"Fuck yeah! It wasn't exactly like the movie...but it was close enough. And Missy obviously has a lot more experience eating pussy than Dana. She was almost as good as you are, baby! The question is...did YOU enjoy it."

"Yeah...although I think Missy enjoyed it more."

"That's because you made her cum. Did you eat her in her office?"

"I never said I ate her Ann. I just said I made her cum...I fingered her next to the cash register," I said, making Ann's eyes bug out.

~*~*~*~*~*~ I was tempted to take advantage of the situation Ann was in, but I knew we needed to get going. There were going to be countless people waiting for us at some nearby restaurant, and while I'm sure Ann would have enjoyed whatever I might do to her, I also knew she'd ultimately regret missing the get together with her friends.

I got down on one knee, reaching under the bench to unlock one of the cuffs around Ann's wrist so she could get up. As I did, I recounted what happened between me and Missy while we were out in the store together. Ann listened intently as I gave her all vivid, graphic details that she seemed to crave. I thought she was going to start fingering her pussy the way she was acting. Of course, I WAS telling the story in the same, erotic way I'd told her ones on those lonely nights when were separated by thousands of miles and a telephone line, trying to turn her on.

Instead, Ann resisted the temptation to start anything between us, and she got dressed. As she put on her new outfit, I had to fight that urge too...it was that hot. First, Ann put on the top, not bothering to put on any kind of bra. It was white, and it looked like one of those that a wench would wear. The arms were loose and flowing, coming down past her elbows. The elastic of the sleeves held it midway down her forearms, giving them a billowy look. The front was low cut and very tight, forcing her tits together to form a nice cleavage. And the blouse itself was cropped, with an elastic bottom that held it tight against Ann's body just below her tits, showing her amazing bronze midsection.

Ann then wedged herself into very tight pair of hip hugger short shorts made of the same soft brown suede leather the curtain to the dressing room was made of. They were actually below her hips a little, and the bottom part of the legs came to her crotch level, showing off the very bottoms of her delightful ass. 

But the most amazing feature of the little leather shorts was the front. There wasn't a zipper, and it wasn't the kind that buttoned up. It laced closed. Or a better way to look at it was it laced open. The very front of the shorts were open, the material cut in a 'V' that ran from just inside Ann's hips, going all the way down to the very tip of her crotch. The material that covered her pubic triangle was...missing. There was just the criss-crossing of the brown leather lacing that Ann tied at the top in a neat bow, leaving basically her entire lower abdomen totally exposed.

Ann saw me staring at her, my tongue practically hanging out as I drooled over the image of her cute little landing strip of brown pubic hair running vertically from the point of the 'V' in the cut out of the shorts, to almost the top near the bow. It was still hard to see because, once again, the color of Ann's pubic hair would get lost in the bronze of her tan. But I knew it there, so I couldn't stop myself from looking at it. And it had me hard as a rock.

Ann giggled as she saw me squirming, trying to reposition the erection in my shorts. But then she got a little serious and said, "Tell me the truth Neil...I know you love them, but is this too much for tonight. Should I pick out another pair to wear to the restaurant?"

I pulled Ann to me, gripping her ass as I pressed her crotch into mine; feeling the velvety texture of the suede with my fingertips. Kissing her wildly, I moved one hand to the front, feeling the strip of hair in my fingers. Ann had one hand on my lower back, and the other on the back of my head as she rammed her tongue deep into my mouth. Just as we were about to break the kiss, I took a few strands of her pubic hair between my finger and thumb, and I pulled it tight...not enough to hurt, but enough to get her attention. Ann let out a playful squeal and started laughing.

"I wish it was more revealing," I said as I nibbled at Ann's neck.

"More?"

"Yeah. I love your tan, babe. I really do. But can you imagine how hot it would look if you still had the tan lines, and they could actually see this?" I said, pulling at the strip of hair again.

"So...you like the style of the shorts that much, huh? You know, they're designed to show off a g-string with a design on them."

"Yes...but I love the way you take fashion and make it your own, babe."

"Good...I'm glad you like them. I've got three other pair at home...black leather, red leather, and white suede just like these, and I have a pair of black leather jeans a little like them too. I've never worn any of them out in public without any underwear though. Are you sure they're okay to wear tonight?"

"Totally. Like I said, it's a shame your hair blends in with your skin."

"I'm sorry I disappointed you," she laughed.

"I never said I was disappointed. I told you...I LOVE your tan."

Ann looked at me...the mischievous look in her eyes making me blink. "Well, this is going to have to do for now," she said, making me wonder what she had in mind. I was going to ask, but she grabbed my hand and said, "Come on...we've got to get going, baby."

~*~*~*~*~*~ 

Ann stared ahead through the windshield, still playing with the heel of her shoe. She was looking at the back of Dana's white Volvo station wagon, looking as her two friends, Dana and Missy laughed hysterically. I'm sure part of Ann was wondering what was so funny, if she was actually paying attention. I was even surer she was thinking about the question that I'd just asked her.

"So?" I asked, making Ann snap out of her little trance.

"So...what?"

"Do you believe what you said...that if we do something hot, we shouldn't regret it?"

Ann smiled as she continued to stare ahead, looking at her girlfriends.

"Look at them, Neil. What do you think they're talking about?"

"Us," I said without looking, and without really thinking about it.

"You're right, they are."

I laughed and said, "I just said that to say something, Ann. I don't really know that they're talking about us."

"I do. I've been watching them. There's no doubt in my mind."

"Okay. So they're talking about us. So what? Does that change how you feel?"

"Yeah, it does."

I was a more than a little surprised that Ann said yes. I fact, it stunned me, and I felt a lump in my throat. "It does?" I asked, suddenly concerned that Ann really did have some regrets.

"Yeah. Right now I'm upset that I was ever upset about showing you off," she laughed.

I shook my head and said, "What?"

"I know. I'm full of contradictions, aren't I?" Ann said as she looked over at me.

"I don't know about that, but you are confusing me, that's for sure."

"I'm sorry baby. The truth is...I meant what I said. I don't want to rethink things, or worry about what I've done, or should have done, or...whatever. It was hot. I loved sucking you in front of all those girls. And if they're envious because I'm going to be married to be greatest man in the world, and he just happens to have an amazing cock, then that's their problem."

"So we're good, then? No more regrets?"

"None. It's kind of funny that I had them anyway. I wasn't even showing you off to my girlfriends at first."

"You weren't?"

"Well...maybe I was a little. I guess I was the one that was jealous."

"What the hell are you talking about? Jealous of what?"

"The two strippers. They were getting all the attention with you in the room, and not only were they not that great at their jobs, I'd bet anything they were both stuffing their thongs. I know the brown haired guy was. I guess I just wanted them to know they were in the room with a real man."

"Is that why you said that size mattered?"

"They never took off their thongs, did they?" Ann said laughing. "I really think you scared them off, baby."

I shook my head. "Well, I'm not sure about that. I'm just glad you're not regretting that all the women saw my cock anymore."

"Oh...I'm still not that thrilled. I mean, I don't care about Dana...she already saw it...and more. And Missy...she's a good friend. And I suppose that makes the two of you even since you've seen her pussy."

"I saw more than I bargained for. Did you know about the ring?"

"Ring? What ring?"

"She has a ring...in her labia."

"What?"

"It's kind of like an earring...but a little lower."

"You mean she's been pierced?"

"Uh huh."

"Was it...sexy?" Ann asked, gritting her teeth, her eyes squinting a little

"There's nothing to be jealous about babe. I only brought it up because I didn't want to keep it from you. We don't keep secrets when it comes to the things we do, right?"

"Right...but was it sexy?" This time, she seemed more inquisitive.

"Well, I have to be honest. I'd seen one before in a porno, and I didn't think so. I mean, it was different, but I didn't think of it as sexy. But this?"

"So...it was, wasn't it?" Ann nodded as she bit her bottom lip. She'd gone from slightly jealous, to inquisitive, to apparently turned on, all in less than sixty seconds.

"Hey, it's not like I'm telling you to get one. I just found it interesting."

"Interesting...you don't want me to get one, then?" she asked, batting her eyes.

"Baby...I didn't bring it up to make you feel bad."

"I don't feel bad. I'm not sure how I feel. I guess I'd have to see it."

"Yeah...well..."

"Hey...don't put it past me. Besides...she saw my pussy. She owes me."

"Ann, she didn't just see your pussy. She ATE your pussy."

"Okay...maybe I owe her that too," Ann said with a big laugh.

My head snapped back, and my eyes flew open wider. And then I started laughing with Ann. I didn't know if she was serious, but I knew I was turned on by the thought. Ann turned her attentions back towards the Volvo, and I wondered if she was thinking about Missy's special jewelry, or about the thought of eating her. Turns out, I was wrong on both counts. Ann seemed to have a mind that ran wild when it came to the subject of sex. I was busy thinking about what she'd just said, while she had moved full circle, back to where we were moments before.

"Neil?"

"Yes, babe."

"Promise me that the next time I have to see strippers, you'll at least take me to an actual strip club to see them. Okay?"

"What? I thought you said you don't find them sexy at all. Why would seeing a guy strip at a club be any different?"

Ann turned toward me; her nose turned up and wrinkled. "I wouldn't. Why would you think that?"

"Because you just said it, that's why?"

Ann gave me a wicked grin. "If you're ever going to MAKE me to see strippers again, Neil, then they had better be women," she said, giving me a quick wink. 

Before I could decipher what Ann had just said, she changed the subject again, just to keep me off balance.

"Neil, tell me about the couch," she finally said. 

"What? I'm still thinking about what you just said. Not to mention what you said about Missy and looking at her pussy...and God knows what else you have in mind," I laughed.

"There was something about that couch in Missy's office. You got excited, and when I asked you about it, you told me 'not now'. And then...you fucked that thought right out of my brain for a while. I just now remembered it."

I smiled. She had drifted back to the adventure in Missy's office. I was just about to tell her when she put her hand up and pointed at the parking lot of the huge pizza joint Dana was pulling into. 

"Well, we're going to have to wait some more, baby. I've got a lot more people for you to meet."

"Just warn me if you're going to show me off like you did the last time." I said as I followed Dana's car into the lot.

Ann pointing to the front of her shorts and said, "Sorry baby...this time, we're showing off me."



Ann: A Love Story Ch. 44



Every town seems to have one. While national pizza franchises dominate the landscape...and the conscious of the collective consumer, every town has that one local legend that goes against the grain. A place that places far more emphasis on the unparalleled taste of their product, rather than the packaging they put it in. Face it, the uglier delivery box, the better the pizza.

Not only does each town have one...they need one. It could be a dive...or a hole-in-the-wall. Maybe it's a pub, or perhaps a greasy spoon. But it's always a place where the pizza is so amazing that it makes the atmosphere, and creates the experience. They don't need people with sandwich boards standing next to the road, or promises of being able to get it hot and ready just by walking in. They don't need million dollar advertising campaigns or movie product tie-ins to sell their pizza. All they need is word of mouth. The quality of what comes out of that special oven they have in the back does all the rest.  

From the parking lot, this one hadn't seemed that big. The pizza joint where Dana and Missy had set up the going away party for Ann looked like it wasn't big enough to hold thirty people. Never mind the 60 to 70 that were supposed to be coming to meet me, and show Ann just how much they cared about her. Yet when Ann and I walked in, I was blown away. 

It reminded me of some of the dark caverns I'd been in as a kid in Virginia; it seemed endless. There was the huge main room that we had walked into, and then there were numerous chambers that extended off of it. I was looking around for a tour guide to take us through the place and explain the sights.

Instead, a cute little waitress in a very short black cocktail dress came over to greet us. She stood about 5' 8" in her heels, and she had very stylish, cropped brunette hair. The dress was rather conservative, but it perfectly accentuated her athletic legs. Her upstairs was a little smaller than Ann, but her breasts were just a perky. 

And by coming over to greet us, I mean she practically ran in her 4-inch heels and hugged Ann. "OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD...ANN!" she screamed as she clutched onto her friend.

"Hi Gloria. It's good to see you," Ann said, hugging her back.

"You too! I am SO glad Dana and Missy decided to have the party here. I'm sorry I missed the shower, Ann...I couldn't get the night off."

"It's okay, Gloria. I understand. You didn't miss that much," Ann said, smiling at her friend.

"Bullshit. I already know I missed the strippers. Where they hot?"

Ann smiled, letting go of Gloria with her right arm as she pointed towards me. "Let me introduce you to hot. Gloria, this is my fiancée, Neil. Neil, this is my friend Gloria."

I held out my hand and said, "It's great to meet you, Gloria."

Gloria let go of Ann and practically jumped into my arms, giving me a huge bear hug. It startled me a little bit, but not as much as when she reached down and grabbed my crotch. I flinched and pulled back, but Gloria didn't let go for a moment. I looked over at Ann, who had an odd smirk on her face.

"Gloria?" Ann said, looking at her friend.

"Sorry," she said, letting go and laughing. 

I looked over at Ann, bewildered at what had just happened. I tried to make light of it, and said, "Uh...if that's how the rest of your friends are going to say hello, I'm not sure I want to meet any of the guys."

"What was THAT all about, Gloria?" Ann asked.

Gloria turned a little red and said, "I'm sorry, Neil. Sorry, Ann...I just had to know if the rumor that's running rampant in the back was true."

"Rumor...what rumor," I asked innocently.

Ann sighed and said, "About you, Neil. My girlfriends are talking about you."

"What ABOUT me?" I said naively, still stunned that I'd just been groped by a girl I'd just met, right in front of my fiancée in the entrance of a packed pizza parlor. 

Ann looked at Gloria and smiled. "Isn't he just the cutest guy in the world. He has no idea sometimes just how amazing he is."

"I'm sold," Gloria said with a giggle as the two of them stared at me.

"WHAT?" I said, still focused on my suddenly bulging crotch.

Ann hugged me and said, "They're talking about you're cock, baby. I told you they would be, now that they've seen it."

"You didn't say they'd TALK about it. You just said you weren't sure you should have done what you did. And why would they need to talk about it. They already saw it...me!"

"Neil...what if...you and your buddies saw a girl flash her tits? Wouldn't you still be talking about it afterwards?" Ann asked. 

I stood there, a blank expression on my face as what Ann had said sank it. I nodded, realizing she was right. My friends and I would have been talking about being flashed every day for a month...and then we would recount it for years thereafter. I really shouldn't have been that shocked that Ann's friends were talking about me less than a couple of hours later. Maybe I wouldn't have been so surprised, had Gloria shaken my hand instead of my groin. I was still a little stunned that she'd done that.

"Well, that's what they're doing, baby. They're sharing, because they know what they saw was pretty damn special."

"That's why I grabbed you. I thought they were kidding me, trying to make me jealous about not being at the party. I mean, I knew they saw it...they wouldn't make that part up. But when Missy handed me my door prize and said you were thicker...I didn't believe her."

"Oh...Missy gave you a dildo too?" Ann asked nonchalantly, like it was a normal thing to say in a crowded restaurant. "That's nice."

"Yeah. It wasn't like I didn't WANT to be there, Ann. I did, more than anything. I tried, but I couldn't find anyone to take my shift so I could get off of work. But Mack felt sorry for me...so he said I get to work your party, and I don't have to work the floor...so I'll get to be with you tonight. Hell, I'll even get paid to do it!"

"GREAT! I'm so glad you're going to be with us. It wouldn't have been the same without you, Gloria. And I really missed seeing you at the shower."

"And I apparently missed seeing a fat cock," Gloria said, looking back down towards my crotch. 

Ann laughed and reached down and fondled it through the front of my shorts in front of her friend, making my cock lurch a little. "I think it's showing off for you now," she said with a laugh. "Aren't you, Neil?"

"Oh...you're talking to me? I thought you were talking to my dick," I said, giving Ann a disapproving look. 

I was actually just messing with her. I didn't care any more that Ann seemed to talk about my cock like it was an individual entity all it's own. I had actually come to find that a little endearing when she talked about me like that. I was secure enough in my relationship with Ann...I knew she loved me for me. The fact that she loved my cock so much only added to my love for her. And if I were honest with myself, I knew I felt the same way about her hard, sculpted ass.  And her tight, wet pussy, and her perfect, upturned breasts, and...hell, any part of Ann's body. Name it, and I could certainly go on at length about it like it was my possession, and not attached to her. 

Still, I playfully scowled at Ann, and she blinked. "I'm sorry sweetheart. I KNOW that your cock is really attached to you. I don't know why I do that sometimes. I guess I'm just so amazed that you're mine that I can't help myself. Sometimes it's still so hard to believe."

"And I found it hard to believe what the girls were saying," Gloria added, trying to lighten what she thought was a tense moment. "That's why I grabbed you. I figured if I was the only one that didn't get to see it in person, at least I could be the only one that felt it." 

I smiled slyly knowing that wasn't true. Dana had felt it. Hell, she'd sucked my cock. But neither Ann nor I was going to bring that up. Instead, Ann just looked at Gloria for a moment, while she continued to squeeze my balls through my shorts, letting those words sink in.

Finally, Ann she looked up at me, her eyes searching for mine in the dim light. Her smile was sweet, and her eyes were sparkling. She was happy...as happy as I'd ever seen her. And at the same time, I saw that familiar little grin start to cross her face. The one that told me she was up to something; the one that told me I should relax and be open minded. 

"Baby, I know I told you in the car that I was only going to show myself...and I'm doing that," she said, moving her hand off my crotch to play with hers. Specifically, she was running her hand through the strip of hair hidden in her tan, and the laces of her open front shorts. "But...I was wondering..."

"Wondering what, Ann," I asked, watching her bite her lip.

"You did say in the car that I should warn you if I was going to show you off again. But I think it would be better if I asked you instead. Would you mind?" Ann said seductively, almost pouting as she put her hand back onto my bulge and massaged my balls through the material of my shorts one more time.

~*~*~*~*~*~

"HOLY SHIT," Gloria said as she looked at my raging hard on. 

I was on display again, this time in a slightly more private setting than when Ann had removed my cock in front of all of her friends at the bachelorette party. Gloria had led us toward the back of the restaurant, to a small private room they used for intimate parties and overflow capacity. She'd closed the door behind us, and locked it so Ann could play her own special game of show and tell. 

Ann was on her knees in front of me, slowly stroking my shaft as she looked up into my eyes, trying to gauge if I was okay with what she was doing. It was another one of those strange, exciting moments where we were pushing the sexual envelope. I was not only okay with it, I had suddenly become so turned on physically when she started that I couldn't stand. My legs had become too weak. 

Ann and I had walked into the room holding hands, but she spun be as soon as we cleared the doorway. Pressing her hand against my chest lovingly, she pushed me back against a wall. She slowly unzipped my shorts and pulled the opening wide. Her fingers felt electric as her soft fingertips touched the skin of my shaft, making my cock flinch. Ann let out a giggle and asked me if I was sure it was okay. I could only nod as she flashed me a wicked little grin.

"You love me showing you off, don't you baby?" I said quietly. Her answer came with her eyes, the deep brown irises smiling at me.

I was suddenly in the midst of one of Ann's deliciously torturous hand jobs. We'd only been in the room for five minutes, maybe less, and Ann had my cock dripping with pre-cum. She was using it to coat the head, occasionally licking the very tip as she flicked her tongue along the tiny slit. When I saw a tiny string of my pre-cum stretch from the tip of my cock, sticking to Ann's extended tongue in a sexy little rope as she pulled back, my knees wobbled a little. Ann giggled and had me sit in a chair.

Ann had pulled my balls out of the opening, and she was gently playing with them as she pumped me. Gloria was transfixed, leering at my crotch as Ann lovingly worked on me. "God those things are huge," Gloria said quietly, but loud enough that we heard. 

"They're heavy too," Ann said as she put her fingers underneath them, lifting them up like she was testing their weight. "And they pack an amazing punch, Gloria. He cums so much it's like a fire hose going off."

"I'd love to see that...but I think one of us really should go tell the rest of the people waiting what's going on. And it looks like you're going to be busy for a while," Gloria said with a laugh.

"You can stay a five more minutes, can't you?" Ann said with a smile.

"Five minutes? Hell, I've seen you do that for five hours, Ann. Remember Jesse?" Gloria said before she started laughing hysterically. 

Ann smiled and said, "Well, yeah...I could make it take that long if I wanted to. But that was different and you know it. I wasn't doing it to try to make him feel good, and neither were you."

The very thought that Ann could keep me on edge for five hours both intrigued me, and scared the shit out of me. On the one hand, I marveled that she was so good at what she was doing to me, it seemed impossible that she could deny me an orgasm that long. On the other hand, she'd done it to me for over an hour when we saw the movie together our last night in Indiana. And when I thought about how amazing that was, and yet how easily she'd been able to manipulate my cock that night to keep me hard and turned on, but keep me from cumming, I had no doubt that Gloria and Ann were telling the truth. 

As much as that impacted my thoughts, my mind had quickly moved passed that, to two points that now dominated my brain. One was how excruciating a hand job would be if Ann's goal wasn't to make the experience pleasurable. Sure, it was vexing the way Ann played with me, but I'd knew there would be a happy ending eventually. Yet I knew now by the way Gloria had made her comment, and in Ann's response to it, that there could be an ulterior motive to Ann's self proclaimed hand job fetish...one that I didn't want to experience first hand, so to speak.

The other point that came to my mind was..."Who the hell is Jesse?"

Gloria laughed again, and pointed back and forth between herself and Ann. "Jesse was our boyfriend."

"Oh...okay," I said at first. But then, I became confused by the inference of Gloria's statement. I didn't add up. I shook my head and said, "Wait? You said you saw Ann do this for five hours. How could you SEE her, if he was her boyfriend and then he was yours? Or...well, even if it was the other way around, it's the same thing." 

Ann looked up at me and said, "Gloria and I...well, she and I were dating the Jesse at the same time. We just didn't know it at first...and then, we both found out."

Gloria added, "Yeah. I met Ann at her store one day by sheer coincidence. She was waiting on me, and when I opened up my purse and pulled out my wallet to pay, a picture of him dropped on the counter."

Ann said, "It startled me for a second, and I asked if that was her brother. When she told me it was her boyfriend, and I knew she meant her CURRENT boyfriend, I lost it."

"And then I lost it," Gloria said. "After we calmed down, we ended up meeting up after Ann got off work. We had a couple of beers and became pretty quick friends."

Ann looked up at me from between my legs and grinned. She winked at me and said, "That's when we hatched the plan."

~*~*~*~*~*~

Gloria had gone back to work. She was going to be working at the party that was being thrown for Ann...and for me. After all, there were a lot of people waiting for us to arrive, and many had been for about a half-hour. And since Ann literally had her hands full of a very hard, almost angry cock, we were going to be a while longer. 

As Gloria slipped through the door, making sure it was locked, I turned to Ann and asked, "Are you going to tell me what that was all about?"

"What...what was all about?" Ann said as she slowly stroked my cock, her grip firm and tight.

"Well, I get the fact that you wanted to show Gloria my cock...you didn't want her left out. But what's with the whole Jesse thing? You know...the plan...that you said you hatched?"

Ann smiled and said, "That's a long story, baby. I promise, I'll tell you later tonight. But right now, we need to get to the party, and we're never going to get to that unless I get this to go down. And the best way to do that is for me to make you cum."

"You know...you might as well go and be with your friends, and I'll be along I a little bit."

"You don't want to cum for me?" she said, her lips pouting.

"Ann, I know you said earlier that you could make me cum in five minutes...but I just came not that long ago babe. I'm thinking it's going to be closer to the five hours you were kidding about."

"Well, first of all...I wasn't kidding. It was at least five hours...maybe longer. But we'll talk about that later, okay?"

I nodded, speechless as I realized for sure that Ann had been serious. In all honesty, I already knew that, but somehow I tried to make myself think that Ann could never be that...well, evil. Then again, I didn't know the circumstances. I had to believe that Ann would have had to have a good reason for what she'd done. And based on the limited knowledge I had of the situation, I knew I had to give her the benefit of the doubt until I heard the rest of the story. 

But that didn't matter. Not as soon as Ann said, "Secondly, you need to have a little more faith in me, baby. You're GOING to cum; you're going to cum a LOT...and you're going to cum when I WANT you to."

The look of determination on Ann's face was a little startling. But the smile she was flashing warmed my heart. She stopped stroking my cock and stood up. Walking over to the wall near the door, Ann turned a dial that was next to the light switch, which turned up the piped in music that was playing throughout the restaurant. 

I was stunned by the coincidence of the song being 'Hungry Like the Wolf' by Duran Duran. My mind quickly flashed to Patrick Nagel posters in Missy's office from a few hours before, and the Rio album cover by the same artist. Ann, however, seemed to be thinking of the video for the song, and she began moving about to the music. She danced, very provocatively. She was gliding elegantly across the floor, letting the music flow through her body...guiding her movements. It was like she had become a part of the song. Ann was both graceful and sexual...she was dancing exactly like a stripper would at a strip club. And I knew that from experience. 

Ann and I had had to endure watching the two male dancers perform at her bachelorette party, and she had described how she felt the artform was much more suited to women. In fact, she gone so far to say that if I was to ever make her watch a stripper again, it had to be a strip club, and it had to be a woman doing the stripping. I wasn't sure where to go with that at the time, but I had certainly filed it away.

Ann knew what she was doing, and she knew how to do it. I watched her move catlike, slowly and seductively; she looked like she'd just strutted off the canvas of one of those prints I'd admired on Missy's wall...now one of Nagel's girls come to life. She was strong and confident. She was independent and sexy. She was making me harder by the second as she twisted and turned across the floor, each move perfectly timed to the music like she'd practiced it.

It didn't surprise me that Ann was a natural at moving the way she was.  Her athletic background notwithstanding, she had also been the best dancer on the high school dance team. It really wasn't even close between her and the other 19 girls on the squad at the time. But now, she was at a whole new level. And I couldn't help but wonder if Ann had ever actually stripped before. Or maybe I was fantasizing. Regardless, I was convinced that had there been a pole of some kind in the room, Ann not only would have been using it...she would have been an expert on it.

Ann moved close to me, doing a little pirouette before starting to shake her ass in front of me. I remembered all of those basketball games where she's dance for me at halftime while I sat at the scorer's table, watching that magical ass sway back and forth. But this was so much more overtly sexual, and I realized I had been wrong earlier. Wrong when I thought that I couldn't possibly be more turned on than I was, when Ann was between my legs, stroking the cock. The same cock that seemed to be throbbing in time to the rhythmic bass of John Taylor, and the driving beat provided by Roger Taylor. After all, there was more to Duran Duran than just Simon LeBon. 

Then the song ended, and there was a short pause. Ann caught her breath for a moment, staring at me while she waited for another one to begin. She lit up when 'Rio' began playing. It appeared the restaurant was playing Duran Duran's greatest hits. As the first notes played over the speakers, Ann launched into another dance. This time, she started playing with the bottom of her shirt, toying with the elastic that held it tight under her breasts. 




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 44



As she gyrated, turning her body so that her back was to me, she continued to toy with me. Ann was lifting her shirt in different ways, flashing me with hints of flesh that had been hidden. And then, in a flash, her shirt came completely off, and she covered herself with it as she turned back to face me. Truth be told, her outfit wasn't that ideal for a strip routine, and yet Ann made it seem like it was specifically designed for that one purpose.

Ann moved her shirt little by little as she moved her hips back and forth, showing more and more of her chest. Then she turned around and dropped the shirt at my feet. She put her hands on her knees and looked over her shoulders as she shook her delectable ass a couple of feet in front of me. Spreading her feet shoulder width apart, Ann slowly moved her hands down her legs, until she was grasping her ankles. I could see a glimpse of her tits through her legs, but she was amazing in that she knew to how to move to keep me from seeing more than she wanted me to see.

Spinning on her heels quickly, Ann covered her tits with her hands, her arms crossed across the front of her upper body. I wanted to look at her chest, but I couldn't take my eyes off her eyes. They were alive, the coffee color in them seeming to swirl as she started into mine. Knowing she had my full attention, Ann flashed me her sexy grin, and then she moved her hands, showing me her tits. 

Even though I'd seen them before...well, really, dozens of times as I thought about it, I couldn't get over the thrill I had when Ann lifted her breasts with her hands and took one of her nipples in her mouth. It was like I was seeing them, and her, for the first time. Or maybe it was because I was seeing her in a whole new light. All I knew was my cock was pulsing like never before, to the point that my erection was straining, and it actually hurt a little in the most amazing, exciting way. I was glad I wasn't actually in a strip club...at least my cock and balls were out of my shorts through my open zipper. I could only imagine how uncomfortable I would have been if they were still confined.

Ann moved forward, and straddled my lap facing me. Grabbing my head with both hands, she shoved her perky tits toward me.  Moving her body back and forth, she dragged them across my face, letting her nipples rub up against my lips. I opened my mouth slightly, catching her hard nubs several times. And each time I did, she would grind her hips forward and back, moving the soft suede of her shorts along my shaft pinned beneath her covered pussy.

Popping up, Ann grabbed my hand, bringing it to her hard stomach. Up to that point, I hadn't realized that I had been treating her like a real erotic dancer, my hands grasping the sides of my chair in classic 'don't touch the stripper' mode. As she pried my fingers from the seat cushion, and placed it against her abdomen, Ann closed her eyes and moaned. Slowly, she moved my hand south, towards the leather laces covering the opening of her shorts.

Once my fingers found the velvety strip of hair above her pussy, Ann pulled her hand away and resumed playing with her tits, pulling at her nipples. She continued to move to the music, which had shifted seamlessly from 'Rio' to 'The Reflex', and she thrust her her hips forward, shoving her pelvis into my hand. When she did it a second time, and then a third, her hands were behind her head, rousing her hair. She looked down at me, biting her bottom lip.

I knew what she wanted, and I grabbed one of the ends of the laces, holding it in my hand. She pulled her hips back and undulated her stomach muscles, rolling them like a belly dancer. With my fingers holding on tightly to the leather string, Ann's movements untied her shorts. She let out a little squeal, and quickly moved away from me, spinning on her left shoe before standing with her naked back to me, feet apart like they had been moments before. Ann wasted no time, moving her hands quickly. In what seemed like seconds, she was throwing the long lace on top of her shirt.

Ann turned again, her hands grasping the front of her shorts, peeling the material to the side as she lowered it down her smooth hips. One more turn, and I was greeted with the sight of the top of her ass, her beautiful crack coming into view. Ann stayed there, moving her legs together as she lowered her shorts more and more. Once she had them all the way over her hips, Ann bent at the waist and whisked them down her thighs. 

I watched Ann's ass as she stood up, sashaying her hips back and forth to shimmy the shorts past her knees, and the rest of the way down her calves. She pulled her left shoe out of the leg opening, before setting in solidly on the floor and hooking her shorts on the heel of her right foot. 

Lifting her leg up at the knee, shorts dangling from her shoe she held straight out behind her, Ann looked over her shoulder again. "I could use some help for the next couple of minutes, baby. Then I promise to help you."

I didn't know exactly what she meant, other than to remove her shorts. I did that, and threw them into the pile of things she'd already discarded. Ann moved back to my favorite stance, feet spread, bending over to grab her ankles once more. She giggled as I groaned when I saw her wet snatch. It took all of my willpower not to stand up and ram my cock deep into that warm tight pussy, which seemed to be calling out to me. But I knew I was the 'customer', and Ann was the stripper, which meant she was in control.    

She left me, strutting over to her purse. Pulling out a tube of some kind of clear gel, Ann came back and squirted it on the tip of my cock. Rubbing it in, my shaft became slick and shiny. Looking at her handiwork, Ann took a wipe she'd pulled out of her purse and cleaned her hands, leaving me to wonder what she had in mind. 

Ann got on the floor in front of me, at first sitting on her ass. Then she moved her hands back, and I realized she was going to lie on her back. The soles of Ann's shoes were on the floor; her knees pointing up at the ceiling as she grinned. Slowly moving her feet to the sides, she spread her legs wide as her shoes wedged up against the insides of my chair legs. I looked at her dripping pussy as she slowly moved her left hand down to her slit, making sure I saw her ring sparkling in the dim lights. 

My right hand starting to move towards my shaft, thinking Ann wanted me to jack off while watching her play with her pussy. But she raised her right hand and waved her index finger back and forth at me.

"Ah, ah, ah...that's my job. Here's where you get to help me again," she said sexily. Lifting her left foot up, she put her shoe onto my right knee. Winking, she cooed, "Take off my heels for me baby."

I quickly unbuckled the strap on her ankle and took off her shoe, placing it next to my chair. As soon as Ann's foot was free of its confines, her toes were at work, playing with the head of my cock. I closed my eyes for just a second, reacting to how amazing the feeling was as she moved her toes over my prick. I was startled when her right shoe came to rest lightly on my left knee, but I knew instinctively what to do. As I placed that second stiletto on the floor next to the first, Ann scooted forward ever so slightly on the floor to position herself the way she wanted.

"Okay baby. Relax and enjoy the little show I put on while I make you cum," she said as she licked her lips. 

Ann bent her knees to the side, resting her calves on my legs as the soles of her feet sandwiched my cock. Moving her feet in tandem, Ann started jacking me off with them. I'd never had anyone do that to me before, and the feeling, combined with the new thrill of it had me on edge in mere moments. 

I watched Ann frig herself, jamming two fingers of her right hand deep into her pussy, while she rubbed her clit with her left, making sure I kept an eye on her engagement ring. Well, maybe she wasn't MAKING me look at the ring, but I was captivated by it. Ann's dexterity was mind boggling. Most people can't pat their head and rub their stomach at the same time. Ann was finger fucking her pussy with one hand, while rubbing her clit in tiny circles with the other, AND she was moving her feet over my shaft in ways that made my legs tingle.

"I'm going to cum baby!" Ann moaned, which was followed by her back arching, as her eyes snapped shut. I could hear her pussy squishing as her orgasm washed over her, even over the music. It helped that the song that was playing was "Save a Prayer," which was one of Duran Duran's slower songs. Still, while she came and came hard, Ann kept stroking my cock with her soft feet.  

Ann's legs quivered as she came, which vibrated her feet against the shaft of my cock in the most magical way, sending shock waves through me. I felt my balls start to tighten, and I knew I was moments away from cumming myself. I was about to warn Ann, but she already knew it. She had gotten to the point that she could read my sexual body language like an expert.

"Cum on me, Neil. Show me how far you can shoot that big load...cum all over my body," Ann pleaded.

Ann focused all her concentration and energy on what she was doing with her feet. She still had her right hand stuffed into her pussy, but she took her left hand away from her clit, not wanting to distract herself. She pressed her feet closer together, squeezing my prick as she pumped it. I could hear her breathing hard as she groaned; or maybe those noises were coming from me. It was hard to tell...since we were both so turned on. I could see the sexy sheen of sweat appear on her body. Here I was, sitting still in a plush cushioned chair, and my lover was working her hot little ass off to pleasure me.

Ann looked up at me, and we made eye contact. It was like she was waiting for the perfect moment. She pulled her fingers from her wet, dripping pussy and brought them to her mouth. She held her hand up, like she was about to feed herself grapes. As soon as fingertips touched her extended tongue, I knew I was about to spurt all over the place.

"Stand up, baby!" Ann commanded, and I found the strength to get to my feet. Ann adjusted her legs, gaining leverage from my new position. She deliberately slowed her strokes, tightening the grip with her feet on the down stroke. The gel she'd used to grease up my cock made it easy for her to manipulate my shaft. I was about to go off like a geyser, spewing my sperm...and she knew it. 

"I'M CUMMING, ANN!" I screamed, wondering if they could hear me elsewhere in the restaurant. Not that I cared. As I felt my load racing up my shaft from my balls, the only thing that I cared about was the gorgeous woman that was giving so much of herself to give me one of the best orgasms of my life. It helped that my cock was now three feet above her lying on the floor. The first shot left my cock in a high arch, landing on Ann's neck and tits. I shot four more big ropes just like that first one, before I started running out of cum. Or so I thought. 

Ann moved her left foot between my cock and my stomach, pressing the top of her foot against my shaft. Using her right foot, she carefully pressed her toes into my ball sack, making me spurt two more times. I groaned, and I had to move my feet apart to balance myself better as she moved her foot up the underside if my cock, pushing as much cum out of me as she could. Ann let out a devilish little laugh as the last of my sperm dribbled down my shaft and covered her toes.

"God, Ann...that was amazing!" I said, shaking my head to try to get it to stop spinning. 

Ann took her fingers and scooped up some of the cum that had landed on her left tit. Licking it off her fingers, she said, "I'm sorry I couldn't take as long as I wanted to, baby. But we do have some people waiting to see us."



I'd totally lost track of time. I didn't know how long Ann had taken to make me cum. It was longer than five minutes...that I was sure of. But as I stood there, looking down on Ann's naked body, covered with my cum, I wished she would have taken five hours, no matter how torturous it may have seemed. My thoughts ran back to another restaurant, thousands of miles away...when Ann first mentioned jacking me off with her feet. That last night we'd been together in Indiana seemed so long ago before. Now, it seemed like we'd just had the conversation, and Ann had found a way to do it. 

I stood there, staring at Ann, lost in thought she continued to play with my cock.

Finally, Ann sat up on her elbows, letting go of my cock as she put her feet back on the floor as she looked at me, her face filled with wonder. She stood up, and snapped me out of my trance when she kissed me on the cheek and said, "What are you thinking about, lover?"

"I was thinking about how the first time you ever talked about masturbating me with your feet. We were in a restaurant...and when you finally do it for the first time, we're actually IN one. That just seems so surreal to me. Doesn't it seem that way to you?"

Ann raised her eyebrows, and she said, "Huh. Really...we talked about that in a restaurant? I don't remember that." 

Then she giggled, and winked at me. It was a knowing wink, letting me know that she not only had remembered...it was like she'd somehow planned it. And I suddenly wondered if she had. 

I just stood there, watching Ann get dressed as she happily hummed along with the music coming over the speaker. In what seemed like seconds, Ann had cleaned herself up, and was back in her sexy outfit, and she was strapping on her heels as she sat on the chair I had been in. And all I could do was watch her as I thought about what she had said.

Ann walked to the door, and turned back toward me. "Are you coming, baby? There are an awful lot of people waiting for us." I walked over to the door, shuffling my feet as I went. When I got there, she kissed me on the cheek again and asked, "Are you okay?"

I jutted my chest out a little to seem confident, pretending that I had my act together. I was really still trying to figure out if what just happened was a delightful coincidence, or a delightful byproduct of Ann's amazing talent for setting up little fantasies for us to live out. Not that either way really mattered. Still, I answered her by saying, "Sure...why?"

"Just wondering," she giggled as she pointed towards my cock, still half-hard and sticking out of the front of my shorts, along with my balls. "You might want to put that away, or we're going to have a lot more people talking about your cock before the nights over, baby." 



Ann: A Love Story Ch. 45



The thunderous cheers hit us like a shock wave. Ann and I had just entered the large banquet type room at the very rear of the pizza restaurant where Missy and Dana were throwing her a going away party. The place was absolutely packed, and we were being greeted like we were celebrities. The reception they were giving us overwhelmed me a bit. And it brought Ann to tears. Tears of joy.

I knew the welcome was intended for the two of us, but there was little doubt that I was Ann's sidekick for the evening. She was the reason all of those people had gathered...and gather they did. I looked around the room, sizing up the crowd, and I had a feeling of guilt hit me, thinking about how Ann and I had made them all wait on us while I was getting my cock stroked by my fiancée's feet in the next room.

I wondered at first how that many people could wait at that hour and not start to become impatient. Then I looked off to the side and noticed they had set up a buffet style service. As I glanced around at the tables where people were standing and clapping, I saw that most everyone had already started eating, and I smiled. It was no wonder Gloria had to leave us and get back to her job, which was working the party as our personal hostess. 

Still, as I politely waved to the crowd, I was stunned by the turnout. I leaned to my left, towards Ann, and said, "My God, there has to be over 80 people in here baby." 

"Ninety-four, now that you two are finally in the room," Gloria said as she came over with two frosty mugs filled with draft beer.

"Ninety-six," said the genial male voice from behind us. We turned to see Alfred, who had Billie on his arm.

Ann hugged him and said, "Thanks for coming, Pops!"

"Billie's the one that came, sweetie. I just got to watch," he said with a grin. I thought back to Billie's comment at the bachelorette party, where she said that she was going to go home and test drive the 'Antonio' cock she'd received as a door prize. And...how she said she was going to let her husband watch her. I couldn't contain my grin as I thought about the two of them. 

Ann took Alfred's comment in stride and kissed him on the cheek. "Well, I'm sure she'll make up for that later," she snickered as she looked him in the eyes. 

It was an exchange that normally would have made me do a double take. But I'd gotten used to those kinds of conversations around people that Ann and I came in contact with. 

Gloria took it in stride too, saying, "And what about you, Neil?"

I nodded, thinking about the amazing orgasm Ann had given me moments before with her feet, and said, "Oh yeah. I'm going to have to pay Ann back big time."

Ann cooed and said, "Mmm...I'm looking forward to it, baby!"

Gloria ran off, and returned quickly with two more beers, for Ann's California parents. Handing off the mugs, she put the index finger and thumb of her right hand to her mouth and took a deep breath. Gloria blew hard, and a very loud, shrill whistle echoed throughout the entire room. The four of us were shaking our heads, trying to get the ringing out of our ears.

"Sorry...forgot you were so close," Gloria whispered as she grinned sheepishly. 

"It's okay sweetie," Billie smiled as she wiggled her pinky in her ear. 

With the crowd now hushed, Gloria said, "I want to thank all of you for coming tonight. I think everyone has finally arrived, so it's time to get on with why we're all here. And that's to congratulate Ann and Neil, and to wish them well in their new life together. There's no agenda tonight...I don't think either of them are up for that. But it wouldn't be right if we didn't at least start out with a toast. And there's only one person in this room qualified to do that. Alfred, would you do the honors?"

Alfred stepped forward and took a deep breath. He had struck me from the moment I met him as a quiet man...humble by nature; Yet, I knew he worked in the public eye. Based on what I'd seen at the post office, I was sure he was one of those people that could work a crowd, and would be able to handle speaking in public. But I could see he was nervous, and I wondered if I had the wrong impression. Maybe he was out of his element. 

Then he looked at Ann...and then to me, and he smiled at us. It was warm, and loving, and I felt the emotion of the moment. Turning towards the room, he cleared his throat; the crows' feet around his eyes showing as he blinked a couple of times. 

"Like most of you, Ann came into our life rather unexpectedly. She was like a fresh, warm California breeze...but with a Midwestern charm that's all her own. And I can say that, because I'm from the Midwest originally. When Billie and I first met Ann, we were still dealing with the aftermath of losing our Sarah. I'm not going to go into that here, because most of you know the story. But I mention it, because Ann saw our hurt...our pain. As much as we tried to cover it up, and be strong in public, Ann was the one person that saw through that. And while she didn't have to, she went out of her way to be there for us. She found a way to help us through that tough time in our lives, in her own special way." 

Alfred stopped for a moment, choking up a little bit. Billie walked up next to her husband and took his hand, knowing he was having a tough time. He smiled warmly, and kissed her on the cheek, finding the strength to continue.

"I look around this room, and I know that just like she did with the two of us, Ann has impacted all of you in that same special way. Ann is our friend, plain and simple. Or like I said...in our case, she's been like a daughter. My point is, once you're Ann's friend, that's it. She's your friend...for life.  And that's not something she takes lightly like most people do. That's what set's her apart. She lives and breathes it, like it's the most important thing in the world to her. Ann is honest. She's funny. She's intelligent. She's beautiful, inside and out. And if I'm allowed to say this about someone I think of as my own daughter, she's a damn sexy woman."

There were a lot of hoots and hollers when Alfred said that last part...and Ann turned a little red, acting bashful. I, on the other hand, was beaming with pride. Everything Alfred had said was true, and I couldn't help but feel a little giddy that the woman he was expounding upon was going to be my wife. Alfred let the room applaud for a moment, and then he raised his hand, and continued his speech.

"Ann is genuine. There's not a fake or phony bone in her body. She's the most loving person most of us will ever meet. And until today, I was convinced that she was alone in having ALL of those traits. I couldn't believe that there was someone else on this earth that could be all of those things. No one that could be as kind, or as caring as Ann is. No one that could make you feel like a lifelong friend from the moment you met them." Alfred turned to me, and he smiled, holding out his hand as he pointed my direction. "But then I met Neil today.  And he asked me for my permission to marry Ann, knowing how Billie and I feel about her."

Billie's hand flew over her mouth, and the room was filled with a murmur. It was like a collective gasp went through the crowd. 

Ann looked at me, a tear running down her cheek as soon as she heard those words. "Did you really do that?" she whispered into my ear. All I could think of to do was shrug and nod when I looked at her, and she said, "You are the most amazing man, Neil. You have no idea how much that must have meant to him."

"I think I just found out," I said quietly.  

Alfred quieted the crowd with his hand again and said, "Neil, I know I said this earlier when you asked me, but I want to say it again, in front of all of Ann's friends...in front of all of YOUR friends, even the ones you haven't met yet. You have my blessing. Billie...what about you?"

Billie handed her beer to her husband and grabbed me, pulling me into a hug so tight I was sure my eyes bugged out. "HELL YES!" she yelled, and the crowd began clapping and cheering again.

Once things had calmed down, Alfred looked at Billie, and she knew to take her beer from him. But she didn't let go, keeping one of her arms around my waist as she looked at her husband.

Alfred raised his glass and said, "So now, to our two guests of honor...to Ann and Neil. Two toasts. First...may you both blessed with friendship, happiness, good health, and great fortune. And secondly, in a toast befitting the two of you, and who you are together...may you also have a lifetime of amazing sex, filled with love, passion, and adventure! TO ANN AND NEIL!" 

The crowd yelled 'CHEERS' in unison as they raised their glasses, and drank their toast...and then they went nuts. I stuck out my hand towards Alfred to shake his, but he walked inside my arm, and grabbed Ann to pull us in to a little huddle. The four of us hugged each other while the rest of the room celebrated.  

We shared a tender moment, before Billie took my hand and said, "Ann, I'm going to introduce Neil around. Why don't you take Alfred and mingle. I'm sure he'd like to spend some time with you tonight...I had mine with you this afternoon."

"Is that okay, baby?" Ann asked, thinking I would be out of sorts without her by my side.

"Sure. I'm in good hands," I said, lifting up my hand to show her Billie had a hold of it. "Besides, I'm sure if you need me, you'll be able to find me," I laughed.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Billie took me on the rounds, introducing me to couple after couple. It was pretty evident early on that Ann did treat her like a Mom, because Billie knew all of the people that where there, even the ones from out of town. Ann had obviously included all her friends in her relationship with Alfred and Billie. It was the kind of thing that Ann just did without really thinking about how it impacted those around her. It was just natural, and that was what made it so special.

I'd been mingling for over an hour, but every time we would move to the next couple for Billie to introduce me, I'd lock eyes with Ann, who was walking around the other side of the room on Alfred's arm. She would give me a little smile, or a wave, or blow me a kiss, just to let me know she knew I was looking. And so was she.

On the occasions when I would look over and we didn't make eye contact, it seemed that each time, she was showing someone her engagement ring. I was watching her do it one more time, when I had a flash of guilt hit me. I couldn't help thinking about how I'd totally screwed up by not buying Ann the ring myself, and making her wait. But that went away quickly, when Billie tapped me on the shoulder to get my attention.

Standing in front of me was a tall, distinguished looking gentleman in his mid 40's, with dark hair, graying around his temples. He was overdressed for the crowd, wearing a sharp, tailored navy suit with a red tie. The woman next to him was a classic beauty. She stood about 6'0" next to his 6'2", but 4 inches of that were caused by her red high-heeled shoes. She wore a business suit of her own; a sharp red one with a tight skirt that came mid-thigh. Her bright red lipstick contrasted perfectly against her dark tan and shoulder length, straight black hair. 

Billie had introduced me to about a dozen couples to that point, and every woman I'd met so far had been at Ann's bachelorette shower. And some of them had a roving eye, going from my eyes, down my torso, presumably to look at my crotch, and then quickly back to my eyes. But they never said anything, and they didn't dwell on it. 

This woman was definitely not at the party. I would have remembered her just by the sexy outfit she was wearing. And she wasn't looking me in the eye at all. She never even pretended to. She was staring directly at my crotch, smiling as she did. Billie ignored what she was doing, and focused on her latest introduction.

"Neil, this is Dave Hendricks and his wife Lucy."

I stuck out my hand, and said, "Pleased to meet you."

"Pleased to meet YOU," Lucy said looking up, holding up a dildo in front of her ample chest. She was shaking the rubber cock back and forth gently for me to see.

I gave her a sexy smile as Dave shook my hand. He said, "Yes, Neil. It's great to meet you too.  As you can see, Lucy is quite enamored with your understudy."

"My understudy?" I said, a little confused.

Lucy spoke up and said, "Missy said this particular model was personally endorsed by Ann. If you don't mind my asking...the rumor going around in here is that this is you, give or take a little. Is that true?"

"A gentleman never tells," I grinned politely.

Billie smacked me on the arm just like Ann would have and said, "Don't toy with the woman, Neil. There are at least 25 women in this room that have seen you." Billie looked at Lucy and said, "Give a little on the width dear, and take a little on the length...and that's him. It's close enough in my book."

"Holy shit," Lucy said, looking at the cock in her hand, and then looking at my crotch again.

David laughed and said, "And to think that all of these years I was foolish enough to believe that the jewelry I was buying her was the way to her heart."

Lucy winked at him and said, "You've always had my heart, sweetheart. You were buying me jewelry to try to get in my panties."

Dave laughed and said, "Well, it worked, didn't it?"

"Yes, it did," she said, reaching up and giving him a kiss on the cheek, leaving a red lip print on it. 

Dave elbowed me and said, "It's a good thing I get such a good discount. With big dicks like yours out there, I'd have a hard time keeping her happy."

"Your dick is big too, sweetheart, and you know it," she said, grabbing the crotch of his pants. 

I looked stared at Dave as his wife groped him, but I was thinking about what he'd said. Something about the conversation hit me, but I was having trouble putting my finger on it. I must have had a puzzled look on my face as I tried to put it all together, because Dave looked back and said, "Are you okay, Neil? Lucy and I were just doing a little playful flirting with each other."

My mouth opened as I finally put two and two together. I smiled and said, "Wait a minute...you're Dave? Dave...the jewelry guy! You're the one that sold Ann her engagement ring, right?"

"Yeah, why? Is something wrong?"

"Oh...God no! Something is very, very right. I can't tell you how much I appreciate what you did. I totally screwed up, and not only do you sweep in and save the day for me...hell, I got a Bond watch out of it to boot!" I said, pointing to the silver timepiece decorating my wrist.

"A Bond watch?" Lucy asked. 

"It's kind of a long story," I laughed.

~*~*~*~*~*~

As it turns out, Dave and Lucy were in the mood for a long story. Billie left for just a moment to get us both another beer, and I started recounting the tale of what Ann had done with the watch, and the adventure with Tina it had led to. I tried to abbreviate it as best I could, but it still took a while to tell the story and do it justice. Lucy was captivated by every word. Not to mention Ann's overactive imagination when it came to sex. Dave listened too, but he was more caught up in Lucy's reactions.

When I'd finished telling them the story, ending with how I'd found out about how Ann got the rings and the watch and then fast forwarding to my proposing to Ann a second time at the airport with the engagement ring, I stopped and looked around. It was only then that I realized that I had attracted a larger audience than I had started with while I was talking to the Hendricks'. It had grown from just the four of us that had started the conversation...to group that now included five other couples that had been listening nearby.

When I'd finished, Lucy looked at Dave and said, "You know...I feel a little like Ann's thrown down a gauntlet for every other woman in this room. I always thought I was pretty sexually adventurous, but after listening to Neil, I think I'm going to have to step up my game a little."

"Well don't let me stop you," Dave laughed.

A couple of the other women that had listened in were nodding along, like they were agreeing with Lucy. And I was sure they had good intentions. But the reality was, Ann WAS in a different league than most women. I could see some of them trying to be more like Ann, and maybe even pulling it off for a while. But Ann lived it. It was a part of her...ingrained in her soul. Being sexual just seemed to ooze from Ann's every pore. She didn't have to 'try'. She lived it and breathed it every moment of every day.

Dave and Lucy politely excused themselves, and Billie took the opportunity to introduce me to the other couples that had gathered around us. We made small talk for just a couple of minutes, and then Billie took me away towards the buffet table.

"You need to eat, dear. You've been talking for almost two hours, and I'm worried about you," she said as she grabbed me a plate. It was something that my own mother would have done. I felt Billie's loving hand on my arm and the affection for me in her voice. 

I couldn't help the feeling inside of me, and I said, "Anything you say, Mom."

Billie looked up at me, the sweetest smile appearing in her eyes. She put her arm around my waist, pulling me in tight, hugging me with one hand as we stood in the buffet line. 

"You are so sweet, Neil," she said softly.

Leaning down, I kissed Billie on the forehead. "Thank you for letting me marry your daughter."

A tear welled up in Billie's eye. "Thank you for even thinking to ask."

We sat down at a table, and Billie and I got to know each other a little better as we sat and ate. I didn't realize how hungry I was until I took that first bite. I downed two amazing slices of the house special in what seemed like seconds. When I started the third, I scanned the room while we talked, looking for Ann, since I hadn't seen her in quite a while. But as I glanced around, I couldn't find her. 

I didn't have a lot of time to look thought. People were stopping by to say hello, and Billie was always gracious in her introductions. There were pleasant exchanges, but no one lingered, probably because we were eating. But as I finished my last bite, an attractive young woman came over to the table and asked if she could sit with us. I stood up and held her chair for her, and she sat down, placing her plate of dessert in front of her. 

Billie introduced her as Debbie; a friend of Ann's that Ann had met through Dana. Debbie started talking like we were old friends, and I smiled politely, nodding along as she talked. Yet as much as I tried to have a conversation with her, I became distracted. I kept looking for Ann, wondering where she'd gone. I'd lost track of her when I'd started telling Dave and Lucy about the adventures Ann had concocted in her naughty little mind. It wasn't that I needed to know where Ann was. It didn't really matter. She was saying goodbye to her friends. But that didn't stop me from looking. 

I heard Debbie say something, and turned to look at her. She had a quizzical look on her face, and I realized I was being very rude. She'd asked me a question, and I shook my head, disgusted with myself.

"I apologize, Debbie. I have to admit, I really wasn't paying attention very well. What was it that you just asked me? I promise to pay attention this time."

Debbie smiled and said, "Wow, how refreshing is that? A man that admits he wasn't listening to me instead of just pretending he heard every word. You ARE different."

"Yeah, well...apparently I'm not as perfect as everyone is making me out to be or I wouldn't have gotten preoccupied in the first place. Now what were you asking me?"  

"Never mind that. What's got you so preoccupied?" she asked.

"Nothing important, really. I was just wondering where my fiancée is. She was with Alfred earlier, but I can see him over there with Chad."




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 45



"Do you want me to find her, Neil?" Billie said, putting her hand on my arm again.

"No...it's no big deal. I just love staring at her from across the room."

Debbie grinned. "Aw...that's so sweet. I saw her about a half-hour ago. She and Missy walked into the other part of the restaurant. I think they went to the parking lot."

"The parking lot? Why would they go to the parking lot," I said out loud, thinking I'd kept that comment to myself.

Debbie finished a bite of her cake and said, "I think to look at Missy's ring."

"What?" I said, not sure I heard her right.

Debbie swallowed, and wiped at the corners of her mouth with her napkin as she said, "Missy was going to show Ann her ring. Ann was showing a bunch of us her engagement ring...which is really, REALLY nice, by the way. And then I heard Ann ask if she could see Missy's. Missy sort of giggled and told her yes, and soon after that, they left. I assume Missy must have left it in her car or something...I didn't see one on her finger, and she didn't have a purse with her."

My eyes widened and I said, "Are you sure?"

"Yes. Why? I'm sure they'll be back soon. Besides, the one you got Ann is so nice, I don't think you have anything to be nervous about. Ann loves the one you got her."

A chill when down my spine as I imagined Ann sneaking a peek at the ring I'd seen Missy wearing hours before, which was most definitely NOT the kind you wear on a finger. It was considerably further south. And then I thought of what Ann might do. Ann had said Missy owed her a chance to look at her pussy, since Missy had gotten to see hers, and much more, in the dressing room at the Leather Door. But Ann also alluded to owing Missy something a little more, and I couldn't help but wonder now what that might have meant.

I grinned and said, "I'm not nervous, Debbie. I'm sure Missy's taste is totally different than Ann's" 

Debbie wrinkled her nose and said, "Taste?"

"Yeah. You know...her taste in rings." 

~*~*~*~*~*~

I was having an amazing time. There were twelve guys, standing in a corner, drinking beer while we watched the tail end of a Monday Night Football game between Denver and Buffalo. But the game was just the background noise. We were listening to Alfred tell us tales from his years of working at the Post Office. 

I had wandered into the midst of the group almost by accident, still staggered by the thought of Ann, and whatever she might be doing with Missy. But as I melded in with the rest of the guys, I quickly became captivated by Alfred's storytelling, and what he was sharing with us. Alfred knew how to spin a story, and most of the ones he was sharing with us were of the X-rated variety. 

It seemed that being a mail carrier in California in the late 60's and early 70's carried with it a lot of fringe benefits. Alfred insisted that he had never cheated on Billie, in large part because the sex in their relationship was so amazing, he'd never felt the need to. He said he didn't want to chance ruining such a great thing as what he had with Billie just to get some extra tail on the side.

But that didn't mean he didn't have plenty of opportunity. Alfred had been greeted at the door by countless naked babes over the years. They were either bored housewives, or adventure seeking babes. But they were all women that were looking for some kind of a thrill. For some, the thrill was just the idea of answering the door in the buff. For a rare few, they were more interested in getting a different kind of package in their mail, and they wanted it made special delivery. 

Alfred told us about several of the stunning women that continued to hit on him during his years on the beat, and the lengths they would go to try and get him to change his mind about going to bed with them. He said he always came home and told Billie what happened during his day, because he never wanted to keep anything from her. Better that she heard about what his day was like from him, than from someone else.

Alfred said that Billie seemed to take it all in stride. It was part of the era they lived in, part of the culture of Northern California, and part of being married to what Billie considered a virile, handsome man. At least, those where his words, and he cackled when he said that last part. He did get serious when he said he used to worry about her getting jealous, but he never got the feeling from her that she was. Instead, he said it added to their sex life. Billie knew he was coming home horny all the time, and she made sure when he came home, he knew why it was such a good idea to save himself for her.

The most amazing story he told us was one he told after Billie joined the group. Billie had walked over, beer in hand, standing between Alfred and me in the large group of guys. Her eyes had a fire behind them, and she wasn't trying to hide the fact that she was horny. She leaned against her husband, rubbing her hand on his chest as he finished up a story that had us all roaring in laughter.

"Looks like I found the fun spot," Billie said to us.

"What makes you say that," I asked.

"A dozen handsome men circled up in a huddle, and not a woman in the group. And you're all laughing and carrying on. What's not fun about that! So, what's so funny?"

"I was just telling some of my boring stories," Alfred said with his calm, laid back tone. 

Billie nodded very slowly. "Sure...that would explain why you're all laughing so much. The stories are soooo boring."

"Well, they are. I just tell them well," he said with a grin.

Billie looked at me and said, "So, Neil, which story was he telling you. The one about the blond with the big tits, or the one about the natural red head that had the thick carpet down below to prove it?"

I smiled and said, "The brunette that had the..."

"...big nipples and tan lines," Billie said with a smile as she finished my sentence.

"Yeah," I nodded.

"That's a good one too." Turning to Alfred, she said, "Couldn't resist telling the about the glory days when you actually got to carry the mail?"

"They asked," Alfred said, shrugging his shoulders.

"Because someone was talking about sex, no doubt. Why else would you bring it up?"

"Billie, it's not like..."

Billie smiled and said, "I don't mind, Alfred. This whole room is talking about sex. It's kind of the theme of the night. But if you're going to tell them a story, tell them a STORY."

"I'm not following," he said. 

"Tell them about the month that you had to change routes to cover for Stan. I would think they'd find that one a LOT more interesting."

"Are you serious Billie," Alfred said, his body pulling back a little as his eyes flew open wider. "I've never...you've never wanted me..."

"I've heard all those other stories a thousand times, sweetie. And they're all good. But I think tonight deserves a story with a little more excitement than just you getting to look and feel up a few naked women."

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"It's now or never, sweetheart."

Alfred kissed his wife, and she pulled up a chair and sat down, crossing her legs as she looked at the rest of us. Taking a deep breath, Alfred started in on one last story.

~*~*~*~*~*~

It seemed that after years and years of getting free looks and the occasional free grope, Alfred had to leave his prime route for a month to cover for a friend named Stan. The primary back up to Stan had just retired. But before Stan could train anyone to cover for him when he was out, he had an appendix attack, and had to have emergency surgery. So, Alfred's boss, the Postmaster, asked him to take over Stan's route because no one else had been trained yet. Alfred said he was chosen because he had more experience, and his boss felt he would be able to get up to speed the fastest. That, and Alfred had someone that knew his route, so that transition would be the smoothest. 

Alfred said he was reluctant at first to change because the he was had been on a particularly good stretch where he was seeing someone in some various state of undress a couple times a week. But the trade off to working Stan's route was that it a little smaller, and it was very familiar, since it was on his side of town. And that meant he would get off of work and get home a lot sooner. The thought of being home with his family appealed to him. 

He said he came home to tell Billie he was being reassigned, and she asked why. He told her what happened to Stan, and that he was picked to take his place until he came back. Billie asked what that meant long term.

"I told her I didn't know about long term, but that short term, it meant that for the next month, I wouldn't be getting any fringe benefits from the half a dozen women that had a habit of flashing me."

Billie laughed from her chair. Sticking her lower lip out in a pout, she said, "Oh, you poor baby. That must have been so hard for you."

Alfred glanced over to his wife, his smile wide. "We're getting to the part where I was hard, Billie. Do you want me to tell the story, or would you rather do it yourself?"

She laughed and said, "I'm sorry I interrupted, sweetheart. You're doing just fine."

Alfred waved his finger at Billie, letting her know she was being naughty. Then he continued. He told us that when he got to work the first day he was to take Stan's place, he looked over the route sheet that Stan had created. He didn't think twice about the fact that he was going to be delivering mail in his own neighborhood. He just packed his bags according to the route list, loaded them up in his truck, and drove off. 

It was close to noon when Alfred said he parked his mail jeep at the entrance of his own development and took out his large leather satchel. Most of the streets he worked didn't have mailboxes next to the street, his included. The neighborhood was older, and the houses all had their mailboxes hanging by the front door of the houses, or they had a mail slot in the door. 

Alfred said he walked the familiar sidewalks, dropping off mail to people he considered more than neighbors. They were his friends. Most of the time as he walked his neighborhood, he was delivering the mail to empty houses, the owners away at work. Occasionally, though, there would be someone home, and Alfred would exchange pleasantries. He said it was nice, but it wasn't the same. He said that even though it was just the first day, he knew it was different. There was nothing like the amazing sights that he'd been lucky enough to admire so often on his own route...and he figured it was going to stay that way until Stan came back to work, and he got back to his own route.   

Alfred said he walked up his front walk, and up onto the covered front porch. He was lifting the lid to the mailbox, when the front door opened.

"I turned to say 'Hi' to my wife, and when she opened the storm door, she was naked."

All our eyes turned to Billie, who grinned wider as she stared at Alfred. He went on to say that she pretended that he was her normal mail carrier. He said Billie dragged him inside, and fucked him on the living room floor with the windows open. She kept calling him Stan and she told him her husband wouldn't be home for hours. He got back on his route a half-hour later. Instead of getting home early, he was walking in the front door at his normal time. 

Alfred said it was amazing to actually get to fuck his wife in the afternoon during his shift, and in his words, he 'got paid to do it'. He said fucking a woman that came to the door naked was something he'd fantasized about often. He couldn't wait to get home. But Alfred said that was when things got strange. He said that Billie acted like nothing had happened. 

He came home with a huge smile on his face, and asked how Billie how her day was, thinking they might pick up where they left off. But instead, Billie launched into a long list of things she'd done during the day, avoiding any mention of them fucking. She made it all seem so routine...talking exactly like she did every other day when he came home, telling him how hard she had worked around the house, and how it wasn't easy or glamorous being a housewife. She commented how it must be nice to get out of the house and stare at pretty, naked women all day long on his route.

Alfred said, "I was puzzled by her reaction, but he had a meeting to go to. I had to leave before I could figure out why she was acting like she was. When I came home, Billie had left a note on the kitchen table that she had a headache and went to bed early."

The next day, when Alfred got to the house to deliver the mail, Billie was waiting for him again, wearing a see through negligee. She opened up the door and told him that he needed to get inside quickly before the neighbors saw him. That time, she fucked him right in the foyer after she closed the door. Alfred said that when they finished, Billie stunned him by saying that she was so nervous the night before when her husband came home. She was worried that he would keep pressing her about her day, and she was scared because she had never done anything like that before. Billie told him that she was going to tell him when he walked up on the porch that she'd made a huge mistake by fucking him the first time, but the closer it got to him getting there, the hornier she got. She said she just had to let 'Stan' fuck her one more time.

Alfred was excited as he told the story. Not the, 'he's got a rock hard cock in his pants' excited. He was into telling the story, and that made him more animated. And he was so focused he seemed to forget that Billie was in the group with us. He was being very graphic, and very, very descriptive. And I noticed that the more detailed he was, the more SHE was getting visibly turned on. She was fighting to hold her composure as she sat back and listened to her husband recount their adventure.

He said that Billie practically threw him out of the house when she'd finished fucking him that second day, and she called him Stan again when she said goodbye, telling him she wouldn't be able to see him again. 

"When I got home that night, Billie asked me how my day went. I figured she wanted me to talk about what we did that afternoon, so I said I had another hot girl answer the door in a see through nighty. But before I could say anything else, she got this angry look on her face and she said she had a PTA meeting to go to. She told me I needed to take care of getting dinner for our daughter, and she left before I could say anything else. She stormed out the door and she didn't come home until after I went to bed. I had to get up early the next day, like I always do. I spent the whole night wondering what the hell had gotten into Billie."

Alfred smiled, and said the next day, when he got to the house, Billie opened the door and actually stepped out onto the porch, totally naked except for a pair of modest heels. She grabbed him and gave him big kiss, and then she went back inside and held the screen door open for him. He said he just stood there, and she asked him if he was just going to look, or if he was going to fuck her brains out. 

"I asked her what changed her mind, since she'd told me the day before that she wouldn't be able to see me any more. She said that 'her husband' was a mail carrier too, and she found out that he had all these 'hot' women on his route that were throwing themselves at him, trying to get him to fuck them. She said she never heard her husband describe her as hot...ever, so she decided it was time for her to prove to herself that she still was. And then do you know what she said," Alfred asked us, as he turned to look at his wife.

Billie smiled, knowing that Alfred wanted her to say it again for him...and for us. Her legs were crossed sexily, her left foot bouncing slightly in the air. She took a swig of her beer, and then peered over the glass, looking directly at Alfred. She stunned us when she said, "I want you to take me into the kitchen, Stanley. I want you to fuck me with that big cock of yours, because I want to think about you cumming inside me when my husband eats dinner a that table tonight."

Billie had said it to Alfred the same way she must have said it standing naked in their doorway. And she seemed to get the same reaction from him. It looked like he was going to take her over to one of the tables in the restaurant we were standing in, and start fucking her right in front of us. Billie winked at him, and then she looked directly at me...sipping her beer as she grinned. The twinkle in her eyes reminded me of Ann, and it was at that moment that I realized why Ann thought of her as her California Mom. They were so alike it was scary.

Alfred cleared his throat, and said, "Yeah...she said that. Then I asked her about how things were going during the evening with her husband, and she said she went out to a meeting, and then stayed out at a bar until she knew he was asleep. She said it was while she was flirting with a guy at the bar that she realized she WAS hot, and she wasn't going to stop fucking Stan. She liked feeling wanted."

Alfred said when he got home that night from work, Billie had dinner ready for him on the table. She made him sit down in a seat so that his plate was exactly where her pussy had been hours before when he'd fucked her. He said he asked her how her day was. Billie said she'd spent all day doing housework, like she always did. Alfred said he asked what she did, and he said she went off on him. Billie said that if he MUST know, she had stripped and polished the kitchen table. 

Billie laughed and said, "I think I even told him that I had sweated my ass off working for him to make the table look good for dinner...and then I slaved over a stove to cook his meal."

"Yeah...she did. That kind of put me on the defensive, and after dinner, she went upstairs and closed herself up in the bathroom for a couple of hours, then she went to bed without even saying goodnight." 

Alfred said he knew at that point what Billie was doing, and while it seemed out of character, it turned him on. And he said it went on all month long while he covered for Stan. He would stop by his house in the middle of the day, have some kind of mind blowing sex with Billie, and then at night, he would get home, and Billie would pretend like nothing had happened during the day. 

"And it went on like that, for the whole month. The thing was, Billie was having sex with 'Stan' every single day. Even when she was at that time of the month, she'd still give Stan blowjobs. Once, she took me to the side of the porch, behind that big tree we have in front, and she did it right there. And another time, she had actually walked through the neighborhood in her housecoat, and met me at the front entrance of the development when I was parking the jeep. She ended up sucking me off inside the jeep...and you know she was naked under that housecoat!" he cackled.

"I think they could have guessed that part," Billie said with a little giggle of her own.

"It needed saying," Alfred said in defense, "and so does the part where you cut me off."

"What," I asked, along with a half dozen other guys.

"Yeah. Billie was fucking 'Stan' during the day...but I went the entire month without making love to my wife. And I have to tell you, as much as I was enjoying fucking Billie the way I was during the day, getting the cold shoulder every night was really hard to take. I realized what it would be like if I ever DID mess around on my route...and I didn't like it one bit."

When Alfred finished his story, all the eyes of the guys in our now tightly knit little group fell on Billie. She winked at us as she stood up and walked through the circle towards her husband. She kissed him full on the lips, in effect making out with her husband in front of all of us. When she finally pulled back, we could see she had trapped her hand between them, and she had been fondling his balls through his pants.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 45



"What do you say, Stan...want to come out of retirement tonight and give your mistress one more special delivery for old times sake?"

Alfred moaned, while the rest of us started laughing and clapping. For a moment, I thought they were going to do it right there in front of us, but Alfred amazingly controlled himself. Billie didn't care. She was clinging to him, and as I looked at the two of them, I don't think I'd ever seen a couple more in love. I hoped I could say that about Ann and me when we'd been married as long as Billie and Alfred.

And that thought made me think of Ann again, for the first time in 20 minutes. Scanning the room, I still didn't see her...and that made me wonder where she was, and what she was doing.

~*~*~*~*~*~

I was taking another sip of a glass of cold, iced water, with a lemon wedge inside. I'd had two beers over the couple of hours that I'd been at the...well, the celebration, as it turned out to be. And that was my self-imposed limit. I wasn't that big of a drinker to begin with, and I had no desire to push myself now. I'd been too busy pushing the limits my body could handle when it came to the abundance of sex it was getting. And since I had no intentions of stopping when it came to that, consuming too much alcohol would have been counterproductive to that goal.

So I drank my water while I talked with Billie and Alfred. The rest of our merry band of horny men had dispersed...all of them leaving our huddled group to scour the room and find their better halves. Alfred, and in her own way, Billie, had them so worked up by the time he finished his explicit, erotic story about their month together as 'The Mail Carrier and his Mistress', that the guys split pretty quickly at the end. They were like heat seeking missiles...and it seemed their intended targets were sending off heat plumes for them to find, as most of the women in the room appeared just has horny as the men were.

I laughed as I saw Dave leave our group and make a beeline for Lucy, who was still fondling the big rubber cock she'd been handed when she arrived at the restaurant. She was playing with the head with her fingers as she watched her husband practically race walk towards her. 

I looked at Alfred and Billie and said, "Well, if we've done nothing else this evening, I would think there's going to be a lot of bedsprings squeaking before the night's over."

Alfred smiled and said, "If they get that far. There might be a bunch of cars bouncing in the parking lot instead."

Billie was watching a few of the younger couples, and the way they were acting. "We might even be looking at a baby boom in nine months!" she kidded. 

Taking another drink, I watched Lucy stand up as Dave approached her. She leapt into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist as she locked her ankles. She had her arms around his neck as she kissed him, the big dildo bobbing in her hand as she clung to him as they...well, made out. Watching them, it didn't seem to be that big of a stretch to think they might skip going home, or to the car, and just start fucking each other right there.

I started to play the part of voyeur, wanting to watch to see if they would start to do anything...well, public. But that thought was knocked from my head when I saw yet another heat seeking missile brush past them. This one was heading in the opposite direction than the one Dave had taken; and it was headed straight for me.

As I watched Ann cross the floor, I was once again moved by the feminine grace of this stunning woman. She appeared to float instead of walk. I looked for a cloud, expecting her to be carried to me in a white shrouded mist. It would have gone along perfectly with the entrance she made into the room. 

As she got nearer and nearer to me, I could see that Ann's white cropped blouse was clinging tightly to her tits, her tanned skin showing through from the wetness caused by her perspiring. I could see her bare abdomen glistening in the dim lights. I could only imagine what she had been doing to cause that. Then again, I wanted to imagine, knowing that Ann had disappeared with Missy what seemed like hours before. Regardless, her blouse took on the look of a wet T-shirt, making it more transparent than opaque. Her nipples were in plain sight for everyone that wanted to see them, and as the heads turned as she passed, it was obvious just how many did.

The look on Ann's face was a cross between angelic and seductive. Her curly brown hair was swept back, flowing in the breeze she was creating as she walked, which made her smile seem wider and more sensuous than the normal, sexy expression she seemed to always have. And the closer she got to me, the more wicked her smile became. Ann was turned on. As if the size and hardness of her nipples weren't enough of a clue for those of us staring at her, her entire essence screamed 'I'm horny'. Suddenly, the image I had of her floating into the room surrounded by a cloudy mist was morphing into something different. As stunning as Ann looked walking towards me, the picture I now had in my mind of the white cloud surrounding her could only be caused by one thing...the steam her hot, sexy body was creating.

Ann didn't jump into my arms like Lucy had done to Dave. Instead, she sort of poured herself up against my chest, easing her body forward as she leaned into me. She was smooth and sultry as she sidled up to me. She planted her left foot between my feet as her left arm slithered around my waist toward the middle of my back, pulling us together. I grabbed her lower back with my right hand, feeling her wet bare skin against my arm and palm. Her right leg bent as she rubbed it against the outside of my leg, lifting her knee up like a dancer so that it was touching my belt. My left hand instinctively moved down and grabbed the outside of her leg, pulling her into me harder, melding our crotches together. 

Placing her right hand on my abdomen, Ann spread her fingers as she slowly snaked it up my chest. She stopped to toy with my left nipple through my shirt for a moment, before continuing north. I felt her soft hand brush against my cheek, before softly rubbing it along my neck. Ann's fingers nestled into my hair, becoming entangled as she lovingly gripped my locks and tilted my head.

Ann's dark eyes were ablaze under her heavy, half-closed lids. I could see the colors of her irises moving, swirling and sparkling like the stars in a galaxy spinning in the universe. They seemed just as deep and endless. She had a dreamy expression in those magical eyes, and on her face. Her full, sweet lips were moist, and they parted as she pulled my face to hers, pressing our mouths together. It was exactly the kind of hot, sweaty, steamy kiss her body language had told me was coming. It was the kind of kiss I longed for on so many lonely nights before she came into my life.

Ann smiled as her tender lips mashed against mine; her perfect moan making the hair stand up on the back of my neck as her tongue played with mine, letting me taste her...and more.

The electric moment that our lips met, I knew Ann had been with Missy in the most intimate way she could have. Actually, tasting Ann's mouth just confirmed it. I was certain I sensed the sweet musky scent of a woman on Ann's skin as her face went to kiss mine. I found myself moaning back as I hungrily sucked at her tongue, trying to get more of that taste for myself. 

Ann pulled off for just a moment, holding her lips so close to mine I could feel the heat, and she stared at me. She paused, letting the time our mouths were apart linger. She waited, as she seemed to always do, for the perfect moment. The perfect time to tell me what was on her naughty little mind.

And once again, she hit the mark when she finally said, "I just want you to know, this is the closest you're every going to get to eating Missy's pussy." Then she leaned forward, and kissed me again. 

I could feel Ann smile as she slipped her tongue past my lips, searching with it. I had a little flash of jealousy, knowing Ann had eaten Missy, and that I'd never get the chance. And yet, that very thought turned me on even more. 

The idea that Ann had done something so wicked on the spur of the moment had me hard. Sure, I had planted the seed, and Ann teased me about doing it earlier in the evening. But that was all I thought it was. I knew Ann had taken a couple of huge, milestone steps in the last couple of days in her own sexuality. She gave me her anal virginity, and then followed that up with having her first lesbian experience with her good friend Dana. That she had done each of them again, more than once, in such a short amount of time...was like she was validating her first experiences to make sure she liked them. 

I knew from what she'd told me that anal sex would continue to be a part of our lives from that point forward. Ann seemed to love it, and it brought out a whole new sexual side to her...where she seemed to like her sex a little more on the rough side during those times. But I had really thought the whole bisexual experiment was just that. I knew she had the whole 'date' thing with Carol, the Executive Secretary at my new job, looming over her head. It was part of the deal she'd made in order to help get us such a good benefit package. And I figured that her being with Dana was a dry run for that. Well, it more of a wet run, doing it with someone she loved and trusted so that she wouldn't feel so nervous later.   

Yet, as I tasted Missy on Ann's lips and tongue, I could feel Ann's excitement. Missy had obviously cum, and cum a lot. And it was recent. Ann's face was still very wet, and the taste and aroma of the reward Missy had left on Ann's mouth and cheeks were very strong. I could only think that Ann had left Missy basking in the glow of an amazing orgasm, to come and find me and share that sweet reward as soon as she could. I pictured Missy naked, gasping for breath as she recovered from the orgasms Ann provided her with her mouth. 

Ann leaned into me, pressing her pelvis harder into mine, grinding her pussy against the hard cock in my shorts. As she did, I couldn't help but think that the position we were in would have been incredibly hot to actually be fucking. Ann seemed to think so too, the way she was dry humping me in front of Alfred and Billie. 

I knew for sure that she was thinking that very thought, when she broke off our kiss again to say, "If I were wearing a miniskirt right now instead of these shorts, I'm pretty sure I'd be fucking you right now, baby."

"Turned on a little bit, are you?" I smiled.

Ann moved her right hand back to my chest, playing with my nipple again. "You could say that." 

"I love it when you do that," I said as I closed my eyes.

"What? Eat Missy?" she giggled softly.

I leaned down and kissed Ann again. It was a quick, hot kiss, with me biting and nibbling at her lower lip. "Yeah...that's exactly what I meant," I said with a sigh.

"Mmmm...that's what I thought. Tell me, does she taste as good to you on my lips after I licked her pussy, as she did when you tasted your fingers after you fucked her with them?"

I felt my cock jump a little when she said that, and I'm sure she felt it. But I looked into those deep, soulful eyes and said, "Actually, I was wondering if this is how your lips are going to taste from now on. I could really get used to it." 

I could feel the heat from Ann's crotch as she pressed harder against me. "I don't know about all the time, baby. But I can promise that this definitely won't be the last time. It was incredible."

I was about to ask her about it, but we were interrupted when Billie leaned in close to us and said, "You know, if you need to go someplace private, our house isn't far away, Anna. You're more than welcome to use our guest room."

Ann moved her leg, and I reluctantly let go as she straightened herself out. "Sorry, Em. I forgot where I was. I guess we got a little carried away."

"Sorry? Oh sweetheart...I don't want you to be sorry. You know me...I wasn't trying to mother you. I can just see that you're a minute or two away from ripping each others clothes off, that's all."

"Thanks Em. But we didn't bring our stuff to spend the night."

"I didn't say anything about spending the night, Anna. Although you know you're always welcome. I was offering you a place to fuck...if you want it."

I laughed and said, "After what I heard tonight, I'm not sure we can live up to the reputation of what goes on in your house, Billie."

Billie slapped me on my shoulder and said, "Who are you kidding? You two are PERFECT for our house. How many times have you had sex today, Neil...two, three...four?" Pointing at my crotch, she added, "And look at you...you're as big now as when I saw you at the store."

"That's Ann," I said squeezing my baby in my arms, pulling her against me. "And that story Alfred told us," I said with a laugh.

"What story?" Ann asked as she her hands squeezed my ass.

"Oh...it was nothing," I said, thinking about how Alfred had just been given permission to finally tell the erotic exploits of him and his amazing wife. But thinking it was a secret, I didn't know if I should share it.

"Neil, Ann asked you a question. Don't keep things like that to yourself. It'll only cause problems," Billie said, smacking my arm again, acting like MY mother. She laughed and turned to Ann. But she didn't say anything. She just grinned at her.

Ann's eyes opened wide and she kind of snapped her head back. "You finally let Pops talk about your affair with 'Stan'. Wow, I'm sorry I missed that!" I knew she had regretted missing the story, but she wasn't sorry. The way she was still licking her lips, still tasting Missy, told me different. 

But now I was surprised, and I said, "You knew about Billie pretending Alfred was Stan?"

Ann looked up and me and said, "Of course. I told you, she's my California Mom. Besides, where do you think I get my wild side from?"

My head snapped toward Billie, who said, "I think I got mine from her, to tell you the truth."

Ann acted surprised. "You had your month with Stan years before I ever met you, Em. Besides, what about that weekend in Vegas?"

Billie smiled and said, "I may have had too much to drink...but so did you!"

"Okay. Then what about the trip to Palm Springs...to see your sister?"

"We've always shared," she said with a giggle.

"And what about Jennifer's party...the one..."

Billie held up her hand and said, "Okay, okay, okay. I get it. I've been a bad influence on you."

"No...you've been the perfect influence on me Em. I meant what I said to Neil. You ARE my California Mom," Ann said, letting go of me to hug Billie. Looking into her eyes, Ann teared up. "You taught me things about sex that I never would have known, Em. I never got any of that from my mother. She was so busy making sure I didn't make a mistake like she did, she kept all the important stuff like that away from me. She only taught me how to cook, and how to sew, and how...well, to take care of myself. But she never taught me how to take care of a man. YOU did that."

I was kind of stunned by Ann's revelation. I never thought about her growth from a young girl into a woman. I knew she'd made an amazing transformation in the 10 years she'd been away after high school. But I thought it was mostly just trial and error on her part. The kind with tragic experiences mixed in with the pleasant discoveries she made along the way. It never occurred to me that perhaps she had some...well, I'm not sure what it was. It probably wasn't tutoring. It was likely more like mentoring. But Billie had obviously helped Ann more than I ever realized.

Still, Billie took Ann's hands in hers and held them firm, making Ann lock eyes with her. "Now listen here, Anna. I only helped you. But the truth is, if Jean didn't teach you how to do all those other things, there's nothing I could have done to help. Whether you want to admit it or not, she made you into a strong, confident, independent woman."

Ann shook her head for a moment and said, "And just how do you figure that?"

"Sweetheart. You were an 18-year-old girl that moved to California fresh out of High School."

"I was naïve."

"No you weren't. You knew what you wanted."

"I wanted out of Indiana, Em. That doesn't mean I wasn't naïve."

"You wanted a career in fashion, Anna. And look at you now. You run one of the most successful stores in the entire chain...what did you tell me the store was rated; in the top twenty in the entire country?"

"I RAN one. I'm unemployed, remember," Ann smiled.

"Anna..." Billie said, lowering her brow, giving Ann that stern 'Mom' stare that must come naturally to women who have children.

"We were 14th when I left," Ann said sheepishly.

"Right, out of something like 500 stores...in a mall half the size most of them are in. Anna, most of the girls that move to California from the Midwest have big dreams, just like you did. But they come out here, and they get eaten alive. You made a life for yourself, all by yourself. If Jean didn't teach you how to cook, and clean, and use your brain to get a leg up in the world, you never would have made it here, and you know that."

"Okay...maybe. But I don't see why she couldn't have taught me about sex too. It's not like she didn't know how to do it herself. I felt so inadequate when I got here. I felt like the only virgin in all of California. Why couldn't she have taught me...something?"

"Because you would have had sex," I said with a laugh.

"Well...yeah! Maybe I would have even had sex with you!"

"Nah...we've already talked about that Ann. And that's not my point, really."

"You had a point to that? I thought you were just being funny," Ann said, her big brown eyes blinking in wonderment.

I sighed and said, "If she would have taught you about sex, you would have undoubtedly had sex. And you wouldn't have moved out here."

"That's a bit of a leap, don't you think?" Ann said, not buying my theory. 

"Not really. You weren't interested in school. I mean, you were a great student, but you never talked about going to college. So, you would have had sex...with some guy at school. And if you remember, every girl that was having sex in school had a boyfriend, and kept him. How many of the girls in our class ended up marrying some farm boy from school, Ann?" Ann shook, her body doing a little quiver as my question sank in. She stood frozen for a moment, and I said, "Just tell me...how many of those kinds of girls were at the reunion?"

"Fourteen...maybe fifteen," she said quietly as she pondered the significance of that number.

"In a class as small as ours, that's a pretty big number. How many were friends of yours when you were in school; a dozen?" Ann nodded, unable to say it. "And that's just the ones at the reunion Ann. The odds were...that would have been you too. Who knows babe? Maybe your Mom didn't teach you more about sex because she knew you were better than that. Maybe that was just her own way of setting you free."

"Neil's right, sweetheart," Billie said, squeezing Ann's hands again.

Ann looked at me the longest time, before her look of wonderment turned to one of acceptance. "I know he is, Em. He's always right," she said with a smile as she winked at me. Then she turned back to Billie, her tears gone. Her eyes were filled with love. "But that doesn't mean you didn't pick up where my Mom left off. She may have done what she had to do to set me free, but without you I still would have been lost when it came to pleasing a man...and pleasing myself for that matter. Face it Em, I was strong...and I wanted be independent. But I gained a lot of my confidence after that first talk where you sat me down and explained the ways of life for a woman."

"I was happy to do it, Ann. In fact, I'm so grateful to you for letting me. I never got the chance to do that for Sarah. At least, not to the level that you and I got to."




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 46



Ann had had a rough end to the party in her honor. I suppose it was a party for the two of us. But being honest, in their eyes, the guests were all losing Ann...they weren't gaining me. Not that I didn't feel welcomed. In fact, Ann's friends were amazing, not only in accepting me quickly and with open arms, but in making me feel like I was a longtime friend as well. I'm sure being engaged to Ann gave me a certain cache, but I couldn't think of one person that made me feel like they weren't being genuine in their affections towards me. But the fact remained that I wasn't in California to stay, and I was taking Ann with me.

And the way Ann's friends made me feel welcomed made the end of the party tough on me as well. But whatever I might have been feeling as we stood at the exit of the big room where the party was held, it was nothing compared to what Ann went through. Each guest filed past us, in a long line, not unlike a reception line at a wedding. And that's how I chose to look at it. But for Ann, it was a more somber occasion. She was sad she was leaving her friends. 

Yet now, as we traveled down the quiet streets of her town, she was practically giddy. Of course, she tended to get that way when she was horny. And she was definitely horny. I was horny too. But at the same time, I wasn't sure if I could go again. Billie had mentioned at the restaurant that I had gotten hard again. That seemed to be a natural reaction I had just being around Ann. Of course, she HAD just eaten Missy before walking up to me and giving me one of the sexiest kisses I'd ever experienced, so that helped.

Billie had also wondered aloud how many times I'd cum already that day. I knew it was more than the two she'd mentioned at first. But was it three, or four? She had said both of those numbers too, but I couldn't remember, in part because I couldn't remember what day it was. I'd cum so many times since arriving in California that it was hard to count. And I was losing track of the days. Being on vacation was a Godsend...and I was having such an amazing time that it seemed like it had been just one long day since I arrived in California, with some sleep thrown in from time to time.

After experiencing first hand...well, first foot, how incredible Ann could make me feel just using her feet on my cock, I had no doubt that if she wanted me to cum one more time, then it was likely that I was going to. But I wanted our sexual experiences to be amazing. Ann deserved that. I didn't want to not be at my absolute best. I didn't want to have sex and have it be any less than what we'd kind of set as our standard. And I knew that if I tried to fuck her, I wouldn't be at my best...my cock needed a rest, no matter how hard I'd been back at the restaurant.

By the time we'd left the restaurant, I wasn't hard any longer. The mood had changed as we stood at the door and said goodbye to the assembly line of people passing by. Alfred and Billie had been the first to leave, just as they'd been the last to arrive. 

Billie had kissed Ann goodbye, holding her hands again like she had earlier, and said, "Remember, we live close by. The offer still stands if you want to drop by and let loose. You can make as much noise as you want. You won't bother us...we'll be making noise too."

"Thanks Em. We'll see. I think this is going to take a while, and I'm not sure what kind of mood I'm going to be in when we're done."

"Anna, remember what I told you...sometimes you can use sex to change your mood. As long as you've got a great partner that knows you, and I know you do. You just have to be willing to let go, and let him take you where you need to be." Billie had said that last sentence looking at me. And I knew what she meant. 

So did Ann. As she hugged Billie one last time, she said, "I'll remember, Em. I'll never forget any of the things we've talked about. And I'll never forget you."

"Me either sweetheart. And I'm serious. Stop by if you want to. We'll leave the back door open. Just come in and make yourself at home."

"You're going to leave the door open?" I said, thinking that was an odd thing to do.

"Don't worry, Neil. There are so many patrol cars in this town it's not that big a deal for one night. Besides, I'm pretty sure I'm going to be tied up, and Alfred will be too busy to hear you knock."

Alfred smiled and said, "It's only fair, Billie. You tied me up so I could only watch you and your new toy before we came over. Now it's my turn."

I looked at Ann. She had the same shocked look on her face that I did. But Billie just smiled and took it in stride. "What can I say? You two inspired me with the handcuffs at the party. Seemed like something we needed to try for ourselves!" She gave a little wave, and took Alfred's hand as they walked out together. 

~*~*~*~*~*~

We were still pretty far from Ann's house. The way she was acting made me think that it might be too far. She had the stretchy elastic bottom of her white blouse pulled up over her tits. She'd taken each of her nipples into her mouth, making them very hard and very wet. She made a show of it for me. But now she was lying back in her seat, which she'd reclined a little, and she was playing with them for herself. 

Ann's eyes were closed, and her back was slightly arched. She was cupping her breasts from underneath with her hands, and her thumbs were rubbing the hard, rubbery buds, traipsing circle around them as she moaned. I began to rethink waiting to have sex with Ann after all. If she was that into it, I was pretty sure I had nothing to worry about regarding not being at my best...I figured Ann was going to find a way to get me where she needed me to be.

"Do you want me to take us to the Davidson's?" I asked, not knowing where Alfred and Billie lived, but knowing it had to be closer.

"Mmmm...that sounds enticing," Ann moaned.

"Does it sound...inviting?"

Ann opened her eyes, but barely. Her eyelids hung heavy over her pupils, like she was in that dreamy state between awake and asleep. "No, baby. It doesn't."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah...I've already said goodbye to almost everybody. I don't want to go back now. I want to move on from this. I want to..."

Heal. She wanted me to the salve to the ease some of the pain she was feeling about leaving the friends she loved behind. She was tired of the life she was leading in California; tired of working her ass off to be successful, but not having a life for herself. But she would never be tired of her friends...her family. Yet we were moving on. And Ann wanted to start that process right away.

"Let's go home, Ann," I said, letting her know that I was on board with her decision. She closed her eyes and reached down to the little string closing the front of her shorts. She slowly untied the bow, and pulled the criss-crossing laces to make the front loose. A mile later, she'd wiggled out of her shorts, letting them lie on the floor of the car near her feet. 

Now naked below the waist, she spread her legs wider, but her hands remained at her breasts, toying and pulling at those amazing buds. I reached over, letting my hand rest on her left thigh. The sly grin that crossed Ann's face, letting me know I'd done exactly what she was hoping I'd do. As my hand moved slowly up her thigh from near her knee, she sighed. When I was almost to her pussy, her body trembled, and she quickly removed her top altogether so that she was totally naked. It reminded me of the night I'd eaten Ann after our 'prom' night.

And that was my answer. I was worried about being able to perform. But remembering that magical night by the pond on my friend's farm gave me the inspiration I needed. I had followed an equally amazing night of dancing and fingering Ann to an intense orgasm at the Starlight night club at the Holiday Inn, and gave me my focus for the evening. That night back in Indiana had been about Ann. I was giving her what she needed, and I had decided early on that it was going to be all about her. I didn't cum that night. I didn't need to. And I realized now that I had cum so many time since I'd found myself back in Ann's arms, I needed to make the rest of the night all about her. After all, she'd just done the same thing for me by masturbating me with her feet.

As my fingertips brushed against the outer lips of Ann's pussy, she sucked in her breath, holding her lungs full of air as she waited for me to do something more. But I continued to play with just the outer fringes, flicking my fingers, making her wetter. Ann moved her hips forward, trying to press her pussy harder against my hand. When she did, I moved my hand back up on top of her thigh, leaving a little wet trail with my fingers.

"Are you teasing me, baby?" she said with a little whine.

"Yes...I am. This isn't going to be quick, babe. I'm taking my time tonight. I'm not sure if you're aware of it, but I can make you cum in five minutes...or I can take five hours," I said, using the line she and Gloria had referred to earlier in the evening.

Ann sucked in her breath again, this time through her teeth. "Oh God," she said as her body shivered again. 

"Ann", I said, looking over at her as she breathed hard in her seat.

"Yes, lover," she answered, looking at me with lust in her heavy eyes.

"Tell me about the 'plan'...that you and Gloria hatched." 

~*~*~*~*~*~

The trip home seemed to take on a life of its own. I was driving carefully, and I was obeying the posted speed limits to the letter. If I didn't want to attract attention before, I certainly didn't want to get pulled over with Ann naked in the front seat. But while we were about 15 minutes from Ann's house, it seemed to take us much longer than that. Mostly because I was engrossed in what Ann was telling me.

I'd pulled my hand from her leg, to concentrate on driving...and listening. Ann took matters into her left hand. She turned her body to face mine, leaning her back against the locked door. She had her left leg snaked between our seats, her foot actually rubbing up against the back of my seat as her calf rested against the console between her seat and mine. Her right leg was stretched out too, resting between the dashboard and the gear shifter. For such a tiny car, Ann had found a way to spread her legs as wide as she could in her seat. She was slowly playing with her labia like I had, not wanting to touch her clit, or insert a finger into her tight, wet cunt. She was just keeping herself warmed up as she explained 'the plan.'

"Obviously, I met Gloria under circumstances that weren't exactly ideal. But she's turned out to be an amazing friend, which is incredible when you think of how we started out."

"So, she comes into the store..."

"And I'm the one that waits on her. If it was one of the other girls, or on a different day, we may have never found out Jesse was dating both of us."

"How long did you date him?" 

"Me...maybe two weeks. It wasn't very long. And it really wasn't more than sex, and kind of bad sex at that. We met at a party. I was between boyfriends, and I wanted to get laid. He said he was between girlfriends, so we hooked up that night. And we saw each other one more time the next week and fucked again. But it was never going to be serious. In fact, I was pretty much done with him when Gloria came into the store. He hadn't called in five days, and I never called him. Truth was...if he had called, I would have told him we were done. He really wasn't good in bed at all."

"So if he was that bad, why'd you see him again after the first time?"

"I was a little drunk...so I'm sure I wasn't at my best either. I figured if I was off my game, he might have been too. And he was really cute, so it seemed worth the risk. Turned out I was wrong. He was one of those selfish guys out here I've told you about...more concerned with his orgasm, and not taking care of mine."

"So what happened?"

"I went home and frigged myself, like I usually did after sex with a lousy fuck."

"No...what happened when you found out. The plan...hatching...remember?"

"Oh...that. Well, Gloria was paying, and she dropped her wallet and his picture fell out. I was a little shocked, and I asked her if it was her brother. She actually laughed and said it was her boyfriend. It struck me as odd, since it had just been less than a week since I'd fucked him the second time. I mean, who does that?"

"Does what?"

"Fucks someone, and then goes out and gets a girlfriend within a couple of days, AND gives her a picture. I knew as soon as she said he was her boyfriend, with a SMILE, that she didn't know he was screwing around on her."

"So, what happened?"

"I was going to let it go. You know, not tell her. But Gloria and I had connected so well while she was shopping. She was in the store for over a half hour, and I really, really liked her. And I thought about that. And I thought about how I didn't like being the other woman."

"So you told her?"

"Well, she asked me why I was so interested in the picture...and I didn't have a good answer. She kind of put me on the spot. So, I finished up, told my assistant that I had to leave, and I told Gloria we needed to get a beer. She knew something was up, but I smiled...and she kind of calmed down."

"Wow, you calmed her down with your smile?"

"Well, I DO have a great smile," Ann laughed, flashing me a really goofy one, which made me laugh too. "We met up at a bar, and we had a beer...and I told her."

"And?"

"And she was hurt at first. Then she got pissed. They had been dating for six months. But she figured out pretty quickly that he'd been screwing around on her all along."

"So...what about the plan?"

"Well, Gloria had said that she was supposed to meet him the next night...that's why she was buying a new outfit. He had some big public event that he had to attend...his job was a part of it. She said that she didn't want to go anymore, and I made some passing comment that it was too bad we didn't both go, and bump into each other there."

"So that's what you did?"

"Oh...it's even better. She liked that idea, but it kind of evolved after that. She didn't want to go home that night, because she was worried he'd want to have sex, and she obviously wasn't in the mood. I made some comment about him being selfish in bed anyway, so I didn't blame her...and she gave me a weird look. She said she thought it was just her. That got us to talking about him and what he was like in bed. It was a weird conversation, but she needed it."

"Okay, so what did you decide to do?"

"I agreed to have a threesome with her and Jesse," Ann said with a giggle.

"WHAT?"

"Relax. It was a ruse. But he bought it."

"You lost me," I said, shaking my head. Of course, it was a little hard for me to concentrate on what Ann was saying. What with me driving down the dark, deserted streets...and trying to watch Ann play with her perfect pussy out of the corner of my eye every time we passed a street light.

"I guess that was one of his fantasies. But Gloria was adamantly against it. When she mentioned it to me, a light bulb went on in my head, and I told her that was the perfect way to get him back. So, she went home, and put him off by telling him that she didn't want to have sex that night because she wanted to save her energy for the next night. He asked her why, and she said she would do it. She told him she had met an old girlfriend who was willing. Of course, he thought she meant a girlfriend of hers."

"How did you pull it off? Did you just go to their place?"

"No...the event was at a big, fancy hotel in Oakland. It took up almost the whole hotel. I made sure I bumped into Jesse while Gloria was still upstairs in her room. He asked me what I was doing there, and I told him I worked for a company that was a part of the event. He didn't know any different, since I never told him where I worked. Anyway, I told him that I had a room there, and I wanted to know if he wanted to go have a quickie. The pig didn't even think about it. We were in the elevator, riding up to my floor in like 15 seconds."

"God, Ann...you took him to your room?" I asked, a disgusted look on my face.

"Hey, don't judge baby. It was all a part of the plan. On the way up in the elevator, I told him I'd met an old girlfriend when I was checking in, and she was a real party animal. I asked if he was interested in a threesome, because she was cute, and..." 

"He said yes."

"Of course. I think he thought he was going to have two of them in the same night. Or, at the very least, he'd have two during the weekend."

"How did you...I mean...at what point did you..."

"Patience baby...I'm getting to that. We kind of took a page out of tonight. I told Jesse that my 'girlfriend' was only interested in the kinky side of sex, so I tied him to the bed with the ties to the robes. He never questioned why I had four of them, since each room only came with two robes. I got the other two from Gloria. I had gotten undressed first to entice him to do the same, and once I had him tied up on one of the two big king-sized beds in my room, I got dressed again."

"Really?"

"Yeah. He asked what I was doing, and I told him I had to go get my girlfriend. He didn't seem to mind. He thought it was part of the game. I went to the room next door to get Gloria, and we walked into the room together. He just about shit right there." 

"Wait...he didn't know his own room was next door?"

"No. She checked in. He had to work to get things ready for his company. She was supposed to get the room for them so they could spend the night. He had never been there." 

"What did you do...did you just tease him?"

"You could say that. First, we left him there, while she and I went down to the shindig and had a good time. And we really had a good time. Are you sure you're okay with me telling you all of this, Neil. I have to tell you, I don't come off looking too good in this story. I was really a bit of a bitch. And..."

"Ann, you were betrayed. So was Gloria. I understand. Hell, when I found my ex in my bed with the jerk she was fucking, I dragged him out of bed and kicked him in the nuts as hard as I could...twice. Then I threw him out of the door naked, and I threw his keys as far as I could across the road into a field. I think I told you before, it wasn't one of my proudest moments."

"Yeah...but you walked in on that. Gloria and I PLANNED this."

"Still, same category, same free pass as far as I'm concerned. If you don't want to tell me any more than you have, that's okay. But I'm not going to feel or think differently about you, Ann. I love you, and that's all that matters."

"Well, I just worry, because I don't want you to think that I'm really like that. Like I said, we planned it out. And the more we talked about what we were going to do...well...we kind of fed off each other's anger at first. Then it became kind of fun to think of how outrageous we could be. The whole plan sort of took on this life of its own, if you know what I mean."

I looked at Ann, and realized that she really didn't want to tell me any more than she already had. It wasn't like she was hiding anything, and I think she would have told me if I'd pressed her. But it was pretty obvious that they'd planned to exact some type of revenge, and they'd gotten it. To press her for the details would make it seem like I was either titillated by the story, which I wasn't, or that I 'needed' to know. And I didn't. Just knowing that Ann would have told me the rest of the story if I'd asked her was enough for me. 

In truth, I was titillated. But it was because of Ann and what she was doing in her seat. She was still teasing her pussy, refusing to dip her fingers into her sweet hole, or play with her clit, which was so aroused I could see it peeking out from under the cute little hood. She was horny, and I wanted her that way. If we'd continued to talk about an event in the past that didn't matter, and it upset her because she thought it would put her in a bad light, then her mood might change. That wasn't a chance I was willing to take. I wanted Ann's night to end on a high note.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 46



~*~*~*~*~*~

It was quiet. It was still. It was peaceful. It was a picture perfect night, just like the day had been. The front of Ann's house was hidden in the shadows, and when I closed the door of Ann's car, the sound echoed off the houses, making it seem louder than it was. But sound always seems to travel faster at in the cool of the night.

It was a little nippy out, the temperature dropping into the 60's. It was comfortable...but then again, I was dressed. It might have been different if I'd been dressed like Ann. As I walked around her car to open the door for her, I smiled. I wasn't sure what exactly the night might bring, other than the hope of an explosive orgasm for Ann. But I was looking forward to getting her there. 

I glanced though the back window of the hatchback, and saw the big box of adult toys from the bachelorette party. Suddenly inspired, I opened the hatch and picked up the box. When I placed it on the roof of the car to open Ann's door, she had a nervous look on her face. 

"Why do I have the feeling you took that box out of the car for a reason?" she asked.

I grinned and said, "And if I do?"

"You're not going to use my story against me, are you?" 

"I've already used handcuffs on you today, baby. So did Missy. I think that's enough tying you up for one day. Don't you?"

"So what do you have in mind?" she asked, turning her body in her seat. She placed her shoes on the concrete driveway, and held out her hand.

I pulled her up, taking her in my arms. There's something amazingly sexy about hugging a woman that's totally naked while you're still dressed. It's eroticism at its very core for a man. That I was hugging her outside, in her driveway, only added to that magical feeling. 

Ann felt it too, and she cooed, "Ooh, I can feel you getting hard for me baby."

"I'm getting hard, but it's not about me tonight, Ann."

"What?" she asked, batting her big brown eyes at me.

"You heard me, babe. Tonight, it's all about you," I said as I reached down and grabbed her ass. She let out a little squeal, thinking for sure I was going to treat her to another adventure in cunnilingus. And that sounded appetizing in more ways than one. But with Ann changing things up and masturbating me with her feet, I wanted to make her next orgasm as memorable as my last one had been. Which meant I had to change things up a little bit; I knew I had my work cut out for me. 

I let go of Ann, letting her stand in front of me in the cool night air. Her nipples hardened, and I could see the tiny goose bumps begin to appear now that she was out of the warmth of my embrace and in the open. A breeze blew over us, and Ann closed her eyes. The hint of a smile appeared at the corners of her mouth as she felt the wind flow over her body. She shivered, but she didn't complain. Instead, she waited for me to make a move.

I handed the keys to Ann and grabbed the box off the top of the car. Ann made her way to the front door as I followed her. She didn't bother grabbing her clothes, content to walk into the house as she was. It was one in the morning, and there was little chance either of the girls would be up. But that didn't mean I wasn't concerned.

"What about Mindy and Allison?" I asked.

"They're at Dana's Mom's, spending the night," she said, smiling over her shoulder at me. 

~*~*~*~*~*~

Ann was moving so much I had to stop several times. Finally, after she almost fell off the mattress, I had to caution her. "Babe, if you don't stop squirming, I may have to tie you up after all."

It wasn't like she was going to hurt herself if she DID fall off the mattress. After all, it was on the floor, underneath the open window so she could look up at the stars. I wanted Ann to feel like she had when she was in the back of my car on that memorable night next to the pond back in Indiana. Except for it feeling more like we were outside, and except for what I was doing to her.

Ann was panting...her words desperate as she stared at me. "Please baby...I'm not sure I can take much more! I need to cum...NOW!"

~*~*~*~*~*~

The sound of Ann's heel's clicked on the hardwood, announcing our arrival. Not that Dana or Chad heard us. Dana was screaming out loud, begging Chad to fuck her harder. And Chad was grunting with each thrust as he pounded into his horny wife. Even through the closed door to their bedroom, Ann and I knew what was going on. We could hear their bodies slapping hard against each other in a fast, steady rhythm. Ann giggled as we passed the doorway, heading towards her own room.

Once inside, Ann headed to the bathroom, closing the door in silence. I put the box down in the corner, turning on a lamp next to the couch. Going to work, I first pulled the blinds so that they were all the way up over the large window. Next, I took the cushions off the couch, quickly working to 'make' our bed for the evening. The mattress was on the floor quickly, and the hide-a-bed was back to being folded away to make room for it. I went about putting the fitted sheet in place, and I pulled out the top sheet and a blanket out of the closet, but I left them neatly folded next to the 'bed' for later.

Once I had the pillows in place, I returned to the box of sexual goodies, and rummaged through it quietly, trying to find things that appealed to my sense of sexual adventure at the moment. I'm sure at any given time, EVERY item in that big corrugated box would eventually appeal to me, depending on my mood...and Ann's. But I was looking for what caught my eye at the moment.

Selecting a handful of items, I placed them on the floor, between the mattress and the wall underneath the window, using the pillows to hide them. Once that was done, I put the cushions back on the couch and clicked off the lamp, making the room dark. Only then did I open the window wide, letting the cool night air fill the room through the screen. I had a seat on the couch, waiting for the star of my show to walk out of her dressing room.

I had no idea what was taking Ann so long. She knew what was on my mind. I had thought I had made it pretty clear that I intended to concentrate on her pleasure and not mine. It seemed odd to me that Ann was in the bathroom so long freshening up. Perhaps she was thinking she could change my mind. Maybe she thought making me wait, and having to listen to Chad and Dana fuck each other senseless through the walls, would get to me to the point I'd cave in to temptation. 

As I sat looking out the window, listening to Dana scream out to the same heavens that I was comfortably lost gazing at, I grinned. Ann's roommates were finally able to cut loose in their own house. With the girls gone for the night, I'm sure it was nice for the two of them to be able to go at each other with the wild abandon they were obviously enjoying, and not have to worry about the noise then were making. As I heard them cumming together, I smiled...thinking they were both going to sleep well after that.

I had moved on the couch slightly to look farther to the East. I was smiling, pleased with myself for finding the big dipper in the clear night sky. Now that the house was again quiet, it startled me when I heard the creaking of the door to the bathroom. My eyes darted across the darkened room, catching Ann as she stepped out of the shadows of what she called her sanctuary, into the bluish light that was coming through the open windows next to me. I was hidden in the corner, out of sight to Ann. She took a couple more steps and stood poised at the end of the mattress. She could feel the same cool breeze wash over her skin that she'd felt outside, and she sucked in her breath, making her chest just out and her stomach muscles tighten. 

If making me hard was her intent, Ann had succeeded. I could feel the blood raging through my body, my heart pumping furiously to feed the thick veins that brought life to my flaccid cock. It was becoming more and more engorged every second. I was glad I made a conscious decision to leave my clothes on.

Even in the distorted light, I could see that Ann had indeed decided to doll herself up a little. She was still mostly naked, but she'd decided to enhance her look a little for me. First, she added stockings and a garter belt. Both were red, to go with the red high heels she'd put on. I suddenly wondered if there was another closet in the bathroom full of clothes that needed to be packed up. But that was a passing thought as I scanned my eyes up Ann's lithe, feminine body. 

She'd skipped putting a bra on, leaving her natural, perky breasts free for me to admire. Perhaps the bra that went with the panties and g-string was the full cup variety, and not a half bra that would expose her nipples while lifting her tits up higher. Then again, I didn't know about the panties, since she wasn't wearing those either. What she WAS wearing was some of the glittered lip gloss she'd worn for me before. Not on her lips, but again on her nipples and areolas like she had during our trip home from her Aunt and Uncle's house. I could see them shining in the dim moonlight, flashing me as she gently swayed back and forth.

Ann had also redone her makeup. She'd put on some blush, reddening her perfect cheekbones. She'd added eyes shadow and eyeliner, making both thicker. She'd also done something to her eyelashes. I was trying to decide from where I sat if they were false, or if she'd just gone with the mascara. The seemed heavy as she batted her eyes at me, which seemed to happen every time a breeze blew through the window, into her face. 

But I was most surprised by the last couple of finishing touches to her new look. Ann had pinned her hair up, pulling her long brown curls up high on her head with a stylish red hair barrette. I couldn't remember ever seeing Ann with her hair up, and I had a tingle run up my spine, exciting me as I looked at her long, elegant neckline. I'd never realized just how beautiful Ann's neck was. It was another one of those little discoveries that my Mother had told me I'd be making once Ann and I got back together.

Ann had also put on some long, dangling gold earrings. They were shaped like flat spirals, and they were twirling and spinning a little as the surface caught the breeze in the room. The final touch was the thick, deep red lipstick she'd put on her lips, making her mouth look like an inviting place to stick my hard cock. I could only imagine how amazing she'd look with her lips moving up and down my rigid shaft. 

But I put that out of my mind, forcing myself to stay focused. Ann's eyes had adjusted to the light, and she saw me in the corner, and she saw my resolve. Instead of pouting, which just might have worked if she had pursed those sexy full lips, she took the high road and smiled at me.

"How do you want me, lover?" Ann asked, like it was one last attempt to entice me to fuck her. 

"On your back; head towards the window, please."

Ann got on her knees at the edge of the mattress, and crawled sexily towards the wall. When she got to the pillows, she flipped over onto her back, placing her arms up towards the window, spreading her legs as she did. I sat on the couch, looking down at Ann in her spread eagle position.

"I told you Ann, I'm not going to tie you up."

"I know, baby. But I'm willing to do whatever you want me to do."

"It's not Sunday."

"That's too bad," she giggled. 

"Where's your dildo?" I asked, making sure she knew I was all business for the moment.

"Uh...they're in the drawer, in the end table next to you."

"They?" I asked, opening the drawer to see 4 of the Ann endorsed 'Antonio' model dildos. I'd seen dozens upon dozens of them during the goodbye party we'd just attended. But I never expected to see so many of them in Ann's possession. Two of them were still in the original packages, yet to be opened. They were in the center of the drawer, splitting it. The other two were on the outsides, one on the left, and one on the right. 

"I have more than one," Ann said as she stared out the window over her head.

"I can see that. Why on earth would you need more than one?"

"Well, if you remember, I was in training."

"Training?" I laughed.

"That's what I called it. Actually, I think Dana coined that phrase. Anyway, I was learning how to deep throat, and how to do anal, and it seemed like a good idea at the time to have one dildo for each, until I got better at cleaning myself, if you know what I mean. The one closest to you, on the right, was for my mouth and my pussy. The one on the left is the one I used for my ass. Oh...and the one in my purse, that's for both, now that I know what I'm doing."

It actually made more since than I could have imagined. I'd never thought of the personal hygiene angle, but it seemed to me to be just like Ann. She was practicing techniques that a lot of people might consider kinky, or even taboo, and she was doing it in a safe and practical way. But that answered only half of my question.

I looked at Ann, lying perfectly still, waiting for me to do whatever I was going to do, and I said, "Okay...that actually makes perfect sense. But why do you have five, then?"

"Backups, in case I lose one, or if one is being cleaned, or...I wear one out," she said sheepishly. 

"Wear one out?" I questioned, not believing my ears.

"Well, no offense baby, but you know your new job is going to involve rotating shifts. There are going to be some nights where I need to get the edge off to get to sleep. I hope you don't mind."

"I don't mind, Ann. Masturbation is a part of a healthy sex life. I'm not going to stop. I'm sure there's going to come a time where I might need to, for whatever reason. It would be ridiculous of me to think you wouldn't do the same."

Ann turned her head, looking at me. "You're going to have to masturbate?"

"I didn't say 'have to'. I said there would be a time where I might need to. I'm not planning on it...but you know. If I'm working those shifts, and YOU'RE at work...I may need to for the same reason...so I can get to sleep."

"Baby, I promise you, I'm going to do everything I can to make sure you don't need to."

I grabbed the dildo on the right, and threw it onto the mattress next to her right hip. "I wish I could say the same for you, Ann. I want to watch you use that for a little bit."

"Which one is it?" she asked. 

It was a fair question. And the fact that she wondered which hole I wanted to watch her stuff had me thinking even dirtier thoughts. But that would have to wait for a moment. "That's the one for your pussy baby. Show me what you used to do while we talked on the phone."

Ann picked up the rubber cock, one of the two...well, three, that she'd become such good friends with. She brought it up to her eyes, looking it like it wasn't an inanimate object. It wasn't just a dildo to Ann...it was so much more. You could actually see her affection for it on her face, like it was an old, dear friend. 

She brought it to her lips, licking the head with her tongue, swirling it around the tip, trying to bring it pleasure. It seemed odd at first, but the way Ann made love to it, kissing it tenderly, I finally realized she was only doing what I'd told her to do. She was pretending I was back in Indiana, and she was forced to fend for herself. She was with 'Antonio', which was anything but a rubber stand in to Ann. It was my my alter ego.

Ann slipped the head of the cock past her lips, taking more and more of the thick shaft into her mouth. Then she pulled it out, only to push it back into her smiling mouth. Each time she took the cock past her lips, Ann took more, until she was taking it down her throat. I knew from experience that she could have swallowed it all down the very first time she placed the head of it onto her tongue. But she was making a show of it. When she finally got it in her throat so deep that just an inch was sticking past her teeth, Ann took her hand away for a second or two to show me how deep she'd taken it. 

Just as quickly, she pulled the shaft out of her mouth and spread her legs wider. It was then I noticed that Ann was breathing harder. She had actually worked herself up just sucking the dildo down her throat. Reaching down with her right hand, she spread her pussy lips with her fingers. Her left hand held the dildo, just like I had her do once I knew about her ring, and she placed the head of the cock against her open cunt.

Ann didn't tease me, or herself, any longer. The dildo was shining, slick with her saliva, and Ann gripped the end tight. Shoving the cock deep into her wet slit, I watched as Ann's chest moved up as she arched her back. She'd impaled the entire cock into her gash on the very first shove. Ann's legs pulled up at the knees, lifting her feet off the mattress. She held them there in that awkward position as she started abusing her pussy.

Her hand was a blur, ramming the cock as deep as she could every time. It was quiet, just like it was when we stepped out of the car in the driveway. All I could hear, besides the breeze blowing through the screen of the window, was the soft squishing sound the dildo was making as Ann fucked herself. That and the occasional little moan Ann would make. Well, that...and the yelp from Dana that came through the walls, announcing that she and Chad were not done for the night after all. Still, Ann was pretending she had to be quiet, because in her mind, the kids were in the house. 

I found that cute. Damn cute. Ann certainly knew how to role play...she was so good that until Dana screamed out, I had forgotten the girls were gone. As she fucked herself, the little squeaks and groans she would swallow inside her throat to try and keep quiet, all became too much. She was closing in on an orgasm, wanting to show me exactly what it was like night after night to be so horny, and yet to be without me. But she wasn't without me any longer.

"Stop, Ann."

"Wh...what?" she said, her eyes opening as she continued to stroke the cock deep into her pussy with long, steady strokes.

"I want you to stop," I said quietly.

"But I'm so close baby. Please..." she pleaded.

"If you make yourself cum, that's the last one tonight. But if you stop, I promise you'll get a lot more than just one."

"Oh God!" Ann said she let go of the dildo while it was still buried inside her. That wasn't necessarily my plan, but I loved it. 

I moved next to Ann, sliding across the mattress so that I was up against her right side. Leaning over her, I kissed her forehead, while my right hand lifted her leg at the knee, and place it over my legs to keep Ann spread open. Moving my hand along her thigh, I quickly made my way to her cunt, grabbing the dildo. 

I continued to kiss Ann, but I avoided the perfect lips she'd decorated with the deep red lipstick. I was kissing her long, bare neck, drawn to it because she had her hair up. And as I did, I started slowly pumping the cock in and out...making sure when I rammed it inside of her, I went as deep as I could go. Ann's body started to shake, picking up quickly from where she'd left off. She HAD been close to cumming. So close, that once I started fucking her with the dildo, she let loose.

"Oh...OH...I'm CUMMING!" she said loudly. She didn't scream out like Dana had been. But she wasn't quiet either. 

It wasn't the most powerful orgasm I'd ever seen Ann have. Far from it. But I was looking at it as a starting point. I'm not sure Ann was thinking that way when she finally started to breathe normally again.

"That was wonderful, Neil," she said as she put her hand on the back of my head and tried to pull me to her. But the devious grin on my face must have told her to stop. She looked up at me, her eyes innocent and full of life. 

I pulled the cock from her pussy, and brought it back to those perfectly painted lips. Ann opened her mouth, taking the head between them. I hadn't been able to see just how special it was from where I had been sitting in the dark. The contrast of Ann's tanned skin and red lips, against the flesh toned cock made me flinch a little. My hard shaft twitched in my pants, begging me to release it so that Ann could do the same thing to it. That feeling only intensified as I watched her draw her lips tight against the head of the cock, and pull it out like she was sucking on a lollipop.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 46



"I take it we're not done," she said softly.

"No...we're not."

"I thought maybe you were just kidding me."

"I may tease you Ann. But I'd never kid you. Not about this." 

~*~*~*~*~*~

Ann had cum three times in the last hour, and was nearing her fourth. I'd just warned her that I might have to tie her up if she didn't stop squirming. She had moved to her left, and was in danger of dropping off the mattress onto the hardwood floor. It would have only been about a 5 inch drop, but I didn't want her getting hurt.

Just the mention of tying her up made Ann freeze in place like she already was. She held herself perfectly still, and I smiled, thinking she had once again found a way to latch on to something I'd said and twist it into a role she felt compelled to play. 

And she had never looked more beautiful to me as she panted. The makeup she had so painstakingly applied was being severely tested. I wondered if the people at Covergirl or Revlon ever did studies on the effects that rigorous sexual activity had on their products. Ann had been sweating profusely since I'd really started in on her. I'd starting using some of the toys we'd gotten at the party, trying out a couple of different vibrators on Ann...each of them bringing her bigger and better orgasms. And with that came the changes to Ann's look.

Her hair, which had started out pulled up, was still sexy, but it was now a mess. Part of it was matted from the sweat. And with her moving her head back and forth as I toyed with her, the barrette that had been holding it together had somehow fallen off, making her brown curls spill out awkwardly, tangling with her earrings. Ann's mascara had begun to run a little, mixing with her eye shadow, giving her a sudden gothic look. Her eyes appeared more sunken and dark. The blush she'd put on was no longer necessary. Ann's cheeks, neck and upper chest had become flushed, which was interesting considering Ann's dark tan. 

All in all, Ann looked like she'd just done a triathlon, and I was still making her work. The first three orgasms I'd giving Ann, I'd concentrated on her pussy. After I'd finished fucking her with the dildo, I switched to a long silver vibrator. It wasn't as thick as the dildo we'd been using, but it had variable speeds. 

When we'd finished with that one, I switched again, to a second vibrator. This one not only vibrated, it spun. And it had a little part that stuck out and rested directly on Ann's clit. I didn't stroke her with that one. I simply inserted it into her reddening pussy and turned it on. Then, I'd play with the speed buttons. One made the spinning portion rotate faster inside her pussy. The other would increase or decrease the vibrations she felt on her clit. That one was fun. I was able to draw out her orgasm for a long time, bringing her to the edge, and then backing off. That's when she first started to move.

When I finally let her cum, she screamed so loudly that a few minutes later, we heard Dana and Chad going at it for a third time. They seemed to have stopped, only to be turned on by Ann's inability to control her reactions any longer. I had to give Ann credit, in that she got through her first and second orgasms without making much noise at all. But that third one shook the foundation of the house and made me laugh.

I had some other items in the little space between the mattress and the wall, but I decided on something different. I sat up and grabbed the other dildo from the drawer...the one she'd used on her ass. Ann had cum so hard and so often, she had a steady trail of fluid rolling down from her pussy to the crack of her ass. I ran the dildo in that crack, turning it like I was buttering an ear of corn to lube it up.

Ann knew what was coming. She anticipated my move be reaching below and grabbing her ass cheeks.

"I was wondering if you were going to fuck my ass," she said in a hushed voice.

"I'm not. Antonio is," I said as I slipped the head past her tight anal ring. Ann grunted, and I stopped for a second, not wanting to hurt her. But Ann was so turned on, and really, so physically loose, she never blinked an eye. 

"Fuck me, baby. Fuck my ass with that big dildo!" 

I did. Long, steady strokes. Not too fast; not too hard. Long and steady. I wanted to establish a rhythm with my left hand that I could maintain. I knew my right hand was going to be busy. I moved up onto my knees, between Ann's legs. Reaching above Ann, past her head, I grabbed the last couple of items that I had stashed. 

Ann started to look, but I cautioned her again. "Close your eyes, babe. You're going to cum one more time before we go to sleep. Okay?"

"I'm not sure I can take any more, baby," she panted.

"Mmmm...I know you can cum one more time Ann. Let me take you to a whole new level of pleasure. Don't you want to feel what that's like?"

Ann got swept up in the moment, and she nodded. "Yes...please. Take me there, lover. Take me...OH GOD NO!" she screamed out. Which was quickly followed by her yelling, "YES...FUCK YES!" 

It was the quickest change of heart I think I'd ever witnessed. When she first yelled 'no', I almost froze, thinking I'd misread Ann and crossed a line. But she humped her hips one time, and screamed 'yes', telling me and all the good people of Ann's town that I'd made an excellent choice after all.

With the 'Antonio' dildo sliding smoothly in and out of Ann's ass, I'd taken another dildo about half its size, and slipped it into her pussy. In effect, I was fucking both her ass and her cunt, double penetrating her lower body. Every time I thrust the big cock into her ass, I'd pull out the smaller one from her cunt. Then I'd move my arms in the other direction, reversing the effect. 

"Oh...OOOOHHHH!" she yelled again, unable to control herself. She started moving all over the mattress, which made it very hard to control the intensity and the length of the strokes. I suppose it didn't matter, since Ann was cumming. And she really didn't stop. 

Not even when I pulled out the dildo in her pussy altogether, and replaced it with the last toy I had...a dildo that was two-thirds the side of the one in her ass. And instead of alternating strokes, I stuffed this one into her pussy at the same time I pushed the big one back into her ass.

"OH...FUCK!" she screamed, which was followed by Dana screaming the same thing on the other side of the wall. I was sure Chad had a similar grin on his face like the one stuck on mine.

But at that point, with me attempting to fuck Ann, she started moving so much I couldn't concentrate. So, I gave her something to think about. I threatened to tie her up, even thought it was lighthearted. But something snapped inside Ann. She heard my words, and took them serious. She froze in place, holding her body perfectly still. She was pretending to be tied up.

Seeing her reaction, I took that a step further, and said, "If I were going to tie you up, Ann, it wouldn't be like that. It would be like this!" I let go of the dildo for a second, and took Ann by her legs. Lifting them up, I bent her in half, placing her knees near her ears, her feet touching underneath the windowsill. Ann groaned, more because the dildo that had been in her pussy fell out, leaving it empty for the moment. But she didn't complain. Instead, she embraced the position I'd put her in, grabbing her knees to hold herself there.

I kept my eyes locked onto Ann's, making sure she was okay with what I was doing. The look in her eyes went beyond lust. She seemed...driven. She was looking at this as a challenge...where once again, we expanded our sexual limits, pushing towards the edge little by little. I reached down, feeling for the fallen dildo on the mattress. When my hand touched something rubber, I picked it up, quickly realizing it was the wrong one. It was the twin to the one in her ass. I held it up for a moment, ready to discard it to the side and search again for the smaller one I just had. But Ann saw me holding it before I could do that.

Her eyes widened...more than I think I'd ever seen. They were almost childlike, like she was looking at a new toy she wanted. In a way, that's what it was. It was a sex toy. And it was exactly what she wanted. Ann never took her eyes off of the cock in my hand. 

Instead, she spoke. "Do it, baby! I want them both inside me!"

I knew better than to ask if she was sure. She made that crystal clear when she pulled her legs a little wider apart, stretching herself open for me. 

It didn't take long at all. Four, maybe five strokes was all Ann needed once I jammed the other big cock into her pussy. And Ann was cumming harder that I'd ever seen her. I'd kept the cock on her ass still, holding it as deep into her as I could and still hold onto the end. I was only moving the one in her pussy...barely. And that was enough.

Ann's scream pieced the night, flowing out the open window like a siren. Thankfully, it was a scream of passion, and not one that might incite a call to the numerous police the town employed. Anyone that might have been listening would have known instantly that the person behind the scream was in the throes of an incredible orgasm. Instead of making someone reach for the phone, Ann's 'love call' was more likely going to jump start a couple into finding their way to that kind of pleasure. 

It certainly had that effect on Chad and Dana. They started banging into the wall so hard I thought they were going to come through it. When Ann finished cumming for the last time, we both listened to Dana cumming once more...a wail to rival Ann's. Chad grunted as we heard the headboard slam into the wall one last time, and we knew he was cumming, since Dana was screaming for him to fill her pussy again.

Ann was still locked into the position she was last in, frozen still, her eyes wide open and unblinking. I slowly removed the fake cocks from Ann's holes, and I put them back in the drawer quickly so I wouldn't forget which one was which. When I turned back, she had lowered her legs, but she was still breathing hard. She stared out the window, in some kind of daze, much like she had that night in the back of my car, when I'd eaten her to her first multiple orgasm. Getting up, I went into the bathroom to get ready for bed. I brushed my teeth and cleaned up a little, before taking off my clothes. I was still semi hard, but not like I was while Ann was in the midst of her marathon orgasm tour. Walking back out, I was hit by just how cold the room was. With Ann sweating as much as she had, and now laying motionless in the cool air coming through the window, I was worried about her catching a cold. I had two choices. The first was to close the window. I chose option number two. 

Grabbing the top sheet and blanket I'd left folded next the mattress, I crawled next to my naked babe and covered us up. Pulling her in close to me, I tried to warm her up with my body. Ann turned on her side, and pressed her body back into mine. I could feel the wet spot under me that she'd made, but I didn't move. Better I lay in it than her. She'd already been through so much during her day. I wanted Ann to be comfortable. 

As I put my arm over her, and held her close, she grabbed it with both hands, squeezing it tight. As her heartbeat started to slow, her breathing calmed a little. Finally, she spoke to me, her voice in a whisper.

"Neil?"

"Yes, baby."

"I don't ever want to do that," she said, her body shaking.

"Do what?" I asked, wondering what she meant.

"In real life. I don't ever want to fuck two cocks like that for real...okay?"

"Why would you think I'd want you to do that?" I asked, which was a stupid question, considering what I'd just done.

"Because...you seemed to like it so much, and I just..."

I could feel the fear in Ann as she held onto my arm, and I knew I needed to make a decision, and I needed to make it right then and there. And it came easy. It was really something I'd felt all along, but just never said. I squeezed Ann tight, and said, "I think you need to know something, Anna."

"What?" she asked. Her eyes were wide as she turned her head to look at me over her shoulder.

"I don't want another man fucking you."

"Ever...really...but I thought..."

"I've thought about it Ann. You're mine. I don't mind playing around...and what we've done so far, like you sucking Chad, or what I did with Dana...or really, what you did with Dana and Missy...I don't have a problem with any of that. It's been amazing. But I don't want anyone fucking you. And if you don't want any other woman fucking me...I'm okay with that." 

"Do you really mean that?" Ann said, her eyes welling up.

"Yes...I do."

"But I don't want you to be disappointed. We said we were going to be open-minded, and..."

"Anna...I'm not disappointed. I told you all along I didn't know if I could handle another guy fucking you. And I know now that I don't think I can."

Ann smiled, and said, "Okay...it you really feel that way."

"I do. I really do. I didn't have a problem with the occasional blowjob...and I don't really, going forward. But I have to draw a line somewhere. That's the line."

"What if my line isn't the same?" she asked.

"You WANT to fuck another guy?" I said, surprised by her comment.

"NO...NO...I told you all along that I would do it if you wanted me to. But I never really wanted to. I just didn't know how to tell you that. I'm actually relieved you feel this way."

"Okay...but what did you mean then?"

"What if I still want you to be with another woman?"

"You mean like I was with Dana? I told you...I didn't have a problem with a blowjob...why would I have a problem..."

"No Neil. What if I wanted you to fuck one? What if someday, I wanted that...what if that was MY line?"

My mouth opened, and but nothing came out at first. Finally, I said, "Is that what you want?"

She smiled, and reached her hand back, brushing her fingers against my skin. "Not right now...but yes. I can see that. It's turned me on ever since I saw those pictures of you and Tina...to be there and watch you fuck another woman, and maybe a threesome...that excites me. Now more than ever, really, since I've actually been with a couple of women. And I just don't want to close that door because I got so emotional over an amazing orgasm. I just got scared you wanted me to do that for real."

I could see the sincerity in Ann's eyes. She wasn't asking me to start fucking other women right then...or even telling me I had to. She just didn't want to squash a fantasy she had. And I wasn't going to do that either. 

I squeezed her breast and said, "We'll leave that door open for now, Anna. But mine is closed. Okay?"

"Are you sure you're okay with this?" she asked, wanting to make sure she hadn't upset me.

I hugged her tight and said, "Yes...I'm sure. Just know that the only man that's ever going to fuck you again is me."

"Mmm...I love you, Neil."

"I love you too, Anna."

" So...you're absolutely sure you're not upset that I didn't want to do that?" 

"Do what...get fucked in both holes?"

"Uh huh," she nodded.

"Did you like it?" I asked, trying to get a read. I thought she did at the time, based on how she initially reacted. But now I wondered if I'd been wrong.

"Truthfully?" Ann asked sheepishly.

"Of course, truthfully. I need to know if I went too far."

"I LOVED it!" Ann said with a grin. "I just know I couldn't handle it for real. But you can do THAT to me any time you want!"

I flashed an evil little grin and said, "Well in that case...I'm changing my mind."

"W...what?" she said nervously.

"Yep...I can guarantee you now that you'll be fucked by two guys at once now that I know you really LOVED it."

"But Neil...I..."

I put my finger over her mouth. "It's okay lover. Antonio and I will be very gentle with you."

Ann sighed as she smiled, and closed her eyes. She took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly, a peaceful expression etched on her angelic face. I knew she was exhausted. As I went to kiss her on her temple, I heard that cute little snore. I only hoped her dreams would be as amazing as mine were going to be.



Ann: A Love Story Ch. 47



It was the best night's sleep I'd gotten in a long time, which was a little hard to believe considering the state of mind I was in when I'd finally drifted off. As much as I had tried to play it off at the time, I was horny. I did my best to hide that from Ann while I was making her cum over and over. But as when she fell asleep in my arms as I cuddled with her, I was so turned on from what we'd just done, I wondered if I was going to be able to fall asleep myself. 

I'd cum so many times during the trip, I'd felt like I needed a night to recharge my batteries...and my balls. So, I'd told Ann that the night was going to be all about her, and her pleasure. That idea seemed really stupid when Ann walked out of the bathroom. She looked so hot in her garter and stockings, dressed to fuck, that it took all of my energy to focus on just pleasing her. I doubt she would have minded if I would have changed my mind and fucked her...but then we both would have missed the incredible ending to our day. 

So, it was with great relief, and a little shock, when I woke up feeling more refreshed than I had in what seemed like a month. As I listened to the birds chirping outside the window, I knew I was beginning my next incredible day in California. But as sunlight filled the room, I moved slightly as I stretched...and I knew at once that I was starting the day alone. 

I sat up, and quickly lay back down under the covers as I felt the cold air against my naked back. The room was more frigid than I expected it to be. Yet that was one of the very reasons I'd slept so well. I always got a good night's sleep when I was able to sleep with the windows open. And I always slept well next to a naked goddess, especially after I made her cum all night. It turned out that was even true when I'd made her cum without using my own cock or my tongue. That I had made her cum at least four times using a dildo or two, with the odd vibrator mixed in between, didn't lessen my physical connection to Ann. I made love to her, and I fucked her...I just did it in a different way.

But I woke up cold...and horny. It would have been a perfect morning to just lay in bed with Ann and fuck ourselves warm. Obviously, she had some other idea in mind, because she was up and in the bathroom already. I could hear the hairdryer going, and I realized I'd slept through Ann running her bathwater. I glanced at my watch, which I had placed on the end table next to the couch that held Ann's dildos. It was 10:00AM, in Indiana. Which meant it as seven in the morning for Ann and me...and that really surprised me. We couldn't have gotten more than 5 hours of sleep, and yet she was up and going. 

But I was refreshed. I hadn't slept better in a long, long time. I wondered if my watch had stopped and it was really later than that. Yet, the second hand told me differently. I could only think that Ann must have slept as wonderfully as I did for her to be up so early. 

Ten minutes later, Ann opened the door slowly. She crept across the wooden floor in her bare feet, a pair if while high heeled sandals in her hand. She was wearing a light green sundress that was very snug, yet somewhat modest. It didn't fit the X-rated fare she wore the night before, or the R-rated clothing she wore most of the time. In fact, this was closer to G. But it was still Ann, so it was still sexy. She could have made a plastic bag and duct tape look sexy. But I was still a little surprised she was dressed so conservatively...for her. 

I was also surprised that she appeared to be trying to sneak out of the room. As she passed in front of me, I sat up on my side, holding my head up with my hand, my elbow pressed against the mattress to support it.

"And where do you think you're going, young lady?" I asked, startling her.

"Neil," she said, putting her hand over her heart. "You scared me, baby?"

"Sorry. Just wondering where my lover is running off to so early in the morning. I'm not used to making girls cum harder than they ever have in their life and then having them sneak out on me the next morning. Not even going to leave me note?"

Ann blushed. Changing direction, she walked toward me, kneeling down in front of me before tucking her legs under her perfect bottom in a very ladylike fashion. Her hair was back down, and styled to perfection. Her makeup was modest, yet alluring. She wore a pearl necklace that seemed to reflect in her brown eyes. The only thing that was the same from the night before was her deep red lipstick. 

Ann looked elegant, and very ladylike. And yet she was sitting in the very spot where she was bent over just a few hours before, holding her knees near her head as I plowed one large dildo deep in her ass, while I rammed an identical one in and out of her wet pussy. The contrast of those two images collided in my brain, making me shake my head.

"Are you okay, baby?" she asked. I nodded, still thinking about the how Ann could be two totally different women just hours apart. She took my silence to mean that I was waiting for an answer to my earlier question. "I was going to write a note. But I packed all of my paper. I was going out to get some of Dana's."

"Sure you were," I teased. As I inhaled, I caught the alluring scent of her special perfume. The very fragrance that brought her to me so many times when I was in Indiana, sniffing a lavender envelope scented with it. I pictured Ann writing on that special stationary in the very room I was lying in, dripping a couple of drops of it on the parchment, knowing it would drive me crazy. Now she was driving me crazy with it just a foot away from me.

I could feel my cock growing, just from the aroma. Ann noticed the sheet move near my crotch, and giggled. "I'm not even dressed that sexy, and you still get hard for me. You are one horny man."

"That's because I'm marrying a horny woman. And you're avoiding the question. Where are you going?"

"I'm sorry baby. I'd love to stay and take care of that for you. But we're leaving today, and I promised Allison and Mindy that I'd pick them up from their Grandma's and take them to daycare. I promised them I'd see them one more time before I left."

"We're leaving today? I thought we were leaving tomorrow. Today IS Tuesday, isn't it?"

"Yes...it's Tuesday. We're not leaving California today, baby. But we're leaving this town."

"Where are we going, and when were you going to tell me?"

"I'm sorry...it's kind of a surprise. I hope you don't mind."

"No...but a little notice would have helped."

"Well, I was going to tell you last night when we went to bed. But you made me cum so much I think I passed out there at the end. I don't remember anything much after I started cumming that last time."

"What about Chad and Dana?" 

"I said my goodbyes last night. So did you, remember?"

I thought about it for just a minute, and Ann was right. In fact, EVERY goodbye we'd had was like a last goodbye. It was perfect. It was so perfect, I hadn't thought about how perfect they really were. Ann had orchestrated every ending, so that each final conversation felt right. 

"So, where are we going?" I asked. 

"I told you, it's a surprise."

"Right. Okay...when are we going?"

"In a few hours. I have to go get the girls, and I don't know how long it's going to take. I don't want to rush it, though. I'll be back as soon as I can, but I'm guessing it will be at least nine before I get home. Then I'll change, and we can pack up and go. You can go back to sleep for a while."

"Okay," I said. I kissed Ann on the cheek, not wanting to mess up her lipstick. Then I watched her leave the room. As my head hit the pillow, I heard the door to the house open and close, followed by her car starting. 

Feeling my cock raging, I sat back up. "Well screw this...there's no way I'm going back to sleep now."

~*~*~*~*~*~

I sat there, soaking. Looking around the room, the whole thing seemed a little surreal. I loved the bath I'd had the morning before with Ann. But sitting in a tub, alone, just seemed odd. It wasn't necessarily that I was overwhelmed by the need to fuck Ann. Or that I was somehow consumed by loneliness. I did want to fuck Ann, and I was lonely in that there was no one in the house, so if Ann had been there, we could have fucked for hours. It was more the situation. 

I was hard. I was horny. And I was sitting in a hot bath, which was making me, for whatever reason, harder and hornier. What I needed was a cold shower. And taking a cold bath just seemed too cruel to do to myself just to get my libido in check. So instead, I embraced my horniness. There were times I'd told Ann it was good to be on edge, to feel that constant need to be with her. In some ways I suppose it could considered playfully torturous, yet I knew that when I finally did get to be with Ann, the result would be well worth all the suffering I endured. 

I'd already washed myself, and shaved, before is slipped down totally into the water to soak. I turned on the jets to the Jacuzzi part of the tub and quickly decided that the bath wasn't so bad after all. Tubs with jets weren't that all that common in the late 80's...not like they are today. And I had been too busy enjoying fucking Ann the first time I'd been in the tub to realize how amazing it really was...so now I was enjoying the tub on its own merits. I could see why Ann wanted one for our home.

Leaning back, I was letting one of the jets hit me in the small of my back. I was a little sore from carrying dozens of cartons the previous day to be mailed. Not to mention all the torque required to fuck Ann as much as I had been. The hot spray splashing over my back muscles was soothing. Resting my arms on the edges of the top of the tub, I closed my eyes and thought of Ann.

It couldn't have been more than a couple of minutes before my eyes flew open, like I'd been hit with a jolt of electricity. Jumping up, I turned off the jets and pulled the plug on the tub. I was out and drying myself off as fast as I could, feeling a sudden rush of adrenaline course through my body. My horniness was gone, replaced by a burst of inspiration. But I didn't have much time. In fact, it just might have been running out fast, because I didn't know exactly when Ann would be returning, since I wasn't wearing my watch.

As I threw on a pair of shorts, I looked in the mirror. "It's about time you evened this relationship up a little bit, Thomas," I said, admonishing myself for not thinking like I was sooner...or more often. Knowing time may be short, I figured I'd finish getting ready for whatever Ann had planned for the day afterwards. I had to plan for the rest of the week. 

~*~*~*~*~*~

Listening to the phone ring, I was leafing through the money in my wallet, counting the bills. I had brought a thousand dollars of spending money with me. I don't know why, other that I wanted to be prepared. I also had my credit card, which would take care of any big emergency we might encounter along the way home, but I wanted to pay in cash as much as I could so I wouldn't run up the card. I also had the two grand that Ann's Uncle Marty had given me.

He'd given us what he called an engagement gift, with explicit instructions to make sure I splurged on Ann. To the point, he wanted me to pamper her, and make sure we not only ate well, but that we stayed in nice places. And he didn't want me to tell her about it. I'd given him my promise and a handshake. So, I needed to use that money for what he intended it to be used for. 

I thought back to those last moments in the tub. I'd been relaxing, thinking of Ann. Thinking about how amazing it was to have a girlfriend...hell, a fiancée, that seemed to always want to surprise me. And I was thinking about what today's surprise could be. What magical adventure had Ann come up with that she wanted to share with me? In a flash, my mind went back in time, thinking about all of the amazing things she'd done for me already. I smiled as I relived them quickly in my mind, going from one moment to the next like a fast forward slide show if images in my head. And when I'd finished, I got excited when I thought what she had in store for our day.

But as that thought hit me, I wondered what I'd done for Ann. Sure, there were some moments. Some really good moments, actually. But there was nothing on the level of what Ann came up with. And that's when it hit me. I'd been so focused on being with Ann, I was content with that. I never pretended to be as sexually imaginative as Ann was when it came to setting up something adventurous. My strength was more of making things up on the fly, which was an area that Ann seemed to enjoy. She loved it that I could find ways to make our everyday lives more interesting. So, between the two of us, we seemed to have all the bases covered.

But that didn't mean I COULDN'T be imaginative. I hadn't really tried. And that was what hit me so hard. Ann had gone to such great lengths so many times, and had been so incredibly giving. And all I did was go with the flow. I knew she appreciated what I did for her. After all, I think it was fair to say that I was REALLY good at taking ordinary situations and making them more sexually charged for Ann. But it wasn't like I was working at it all that hard. When a situation presented itself, I took advantage of it. But Ann...she was actually creating the situations. She was thinking, and playing on an entirely different level than I was. She busted her ass to make me happy, and while I knew it was a little harsh, I felt like I hadn't even broken a sweat. It was a little too one sided for my liking. And since Ann had a thing about being even when it came to sex, I knew I needed to step it up a little.

Getting out of the bathroom, I relaxed as I grabbed my watch off the end table. It wasn't as late as I thought, and I knew I had some time. I figured I had at least an hour before Ann would be home. I just wondered if I could pull together all of the resources I'd need in that short amount of time. I had a vague plan when I got out of the tub. It was nowhere as detailed as I wanted, but it was starting to come together a little in my head. What I did know, without a doubt, was that I needed help...just like Ann did with the adventure she'd set up for Tina and me. And I knew who I had to call...the most logical person to help me. Otherwise, I could forget getting the whole thing off the ground. 

I just didn't know if she'd be willing to help. In fact, it was a little hard for me to believe I had already dialed the number.

The voice on the other end of the line sounded sexy, and cheerful. "Good Morning, Beck Manufacturing...how may I direct your call?"

"Good Morning, Nancy. It's Neil."

~*~*~*~*~*~

Calling Nancy was taking a huge risk. But it was also a calculated risk. On the downside, we had a history. It wasn't a long history, but it was a sexual history, and one never knows how that might factor in. I didn't think Nancy was the type to use my asking her for help as a way to get me to fuck her. But it was a risk.

Fucking Nancy was the one thing we hadn't done, and it had been implied that we would. But circumstances changed when I asked Ann to marry me. And as risky as it might have been to call her for help, Nancy bartering her assistance for a chance to fuck me didn't seem like a likely scenario. Sure, Nancy was a self-professed slut. But she also had class. It just wasn't her style to screw me over just to screw me. 

On the upside, there were several reasons calling Nancy was worth the risk. First, she liked me. Not the 'I want to fuck you' kind of like. That happened on the spur of the moment, and the aphrodisiac that was Ann and I as a couple fueled that moment. A lot of the people we came into contact with seemed to get caught in our sexual wake as we passed by. No...Nancy liked me before we hooked up in my office for that quickie, oral style. She was one of the few in the plant that didn't look at me as just Darren's boy. She saw the truth early on that I was my own man, and that I deserved everything I'd gotten because I'd worked for it. And that was one of the reasons I liked HER so much.

Another upside was that Nancy had access...to a phone, and a fax machine. She had experience with setting up itineraries. She'd organized countless business trips for the sales staff, including my Dad. He'd said on more than one occasion how much he appreciated her attention to even the smallest of details to make his trips go smoothly. And, she was a slut, of the romantic variety. Helping to set up a little adventure for me to surprise Ann with just might appeal to her naughty, kinkier side. I could easily see Nancy getting off just at the thought of knowing she played a part in something like what I had in mind. 

But the last reason, the one that I felt would weigh in above all others, was that I was doing this for Ann. Nancy liked Ann a lot...even though they'd never met. More than that, if Nancy thought about it, she really owed Ann in a way. Not for lighting the spark that led to her and me getting together in my office, but rather for reigniting the inferno that now raged within her. Ann's actions with me helped Nancy regain whatever confidence she'd lost that was holding her back. Her sexual life had been somewhat dormant, for as long as I'd worked at the plant. But thanks in some small way to Ann, Nancy was back to being the borderline nymphomaniac she had been earlier in her life. And now there appeared to be no looking back, and certainly no regret.

As it turned out, the risk I'd thought I'd taken wasn't such a risk after all. Nancy couldn't wait to help. I'd spent about five minutes laying out my master plan, telling her what I wanted her to do for me, and for Ann. Nancy was not only willing to help...she came up with a few ideas of her own. 

"Hey, for the second day, what about where Tommy went with Angel for their honeymoon? Remember how much he talked about it?" Nancy said excitedly.

Tommy was Tom Butler, and he worked at the plant. In fact, he was the best mechanic we had, and he was a good friend of mine. We had played a lot of sports together over the years, and he was the kind of guy that would give you his last dollar if you were in a jam. He and his wife Angel had been married about two years, and they each loved to tell about their honeymoon to whoever wanted to listen. Of course, I got a lot of the more risqué details of the honeymoon from Tom, but the overwhelming theme of their stories was how much they loved where they went, which was oddly enough in Colorado. 

That wasn't the place I thought of first when I thought of honeymoon. But Tom insisted that that was exactly why it was perfect. It wasn't a tourist trap, or a overcrowded destination. It was secluded, and romantic. And as he spelled out details, I knew he wasn't kidding. Now, Nancy was bringing it up as a possible place for Ann and me to stay on one of the nights on our trip.

"What do you think?" she asked.

"Isn't that a little farther south? I don't think it's near interstate 80, is it?" 

"Well, it isn't on I-80, that's for sure. But I think it's close. Let me get out the atlas," she said. I could hear her digging around, looking for the big book of maps she used when she was planning trips for the sales staff. A second later, she said, "It's a little out of the way, but it's not as bad as you would think. It'll add a couple of hours on the total trip. When are you coming home?"

"Well, we were looking to drive Wednesday through Saturday. But really, we don't have to be home until Sunday. I just wanted that last day to rest." 

"Well, maybe we can find a place for the two of you to rest that last day that's close to home."

"You know, that's not a bad idea. Maybe we SHOULD just come home on Sunday," I said as I thought about not having to rush the trip. Then again, the idea of doing it in four days was so I could rest before having to go back to work on Monday. I didn't want to be driving a long way that last day of our trip. I told Nancy I'd think about that last part. 




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 47



"Okay...I'll call Tommy in a minute and get the info on where they stayed. I'll do my best on this Neil. But to tell you the truth, I'm not sure I can pull all of this off. It's already almost noon, and if you want this to happen, the first part of this really has to be set today. I'm..."

"I know, Nancy. This is a pretty big favor."

"It's not that, Neil. I want to help you...you know that. It's just that I'm swamped this afternoon, and this is just a lot to ask one person to do in such a short amount of time, that's all. And I want to do it right...you know me. I'm a perfectionist."

"That you are. And you know what, you're right. This is too much for one person. But fortunately, I have someone in mind that might be willing to help us out. I just have to make another call."

"Really, who is it?" Nancy asked.

"Let's just say she's...a former accomplice of mine," I laughed. "With a little luck, she'll be willing to be one again. If she is, I'll have her call you."

~*~*~*~*~*~

I dialed the number so quickly it was like it was on mental speed dial. I knew it that well by heart. Too well, it turned out. I had punched the numbers so automatically that I forgot I needed to dial an area code first. Dialing a second time, I waited for someone to answer. Fortunately, the person I wanted to talk to answered the phone. I recognized her bubbly voice right away, and my cock jumped just a little, thinking about what I used to dial that number for.

"Good morning, Sexy Styles. This is Tina; how can I help you?"

Her voice was like a song; sweet and melodic, and it made me smile. I was also smiling from hearing Tina say the name of her shop. And the reason was that when I'd left for California just a few short days before, it was called 'Contemporary Styles.' I could only wonder what happened for Tina to change the name. The shock must have hit me, because I hesitated for a moment.

"Hello?" Tina said a second time, and I knew I was close to that perilous moment where she was about to hang up.

"Hi Tina," I said quickly. Almost too quickly...to the point she didn't recognize my voice at first.

"Yes...this is Tina. How can I help you sir?"

I was a little surprised that she called me 'sir'. But I took advantage of her not knowing who I was, and I said, "Pussy, it's me...James. I need your help with a mission." 

Tina giggled and said, "Neil? Is that you?

"Yeah...it's me."

"Oh my God...what's going on? I thought you were in California."

"I AM in California."

"Really? How's everything going!"

"Amazing...what's with the name change?"

"Uh...well, frankly, 'Contemporary' wasn't cutting it. No pun intended," she laughed as she thought about her comment. "I mean, we were doing well. But sex sells Neil...even in a town as small and conservative as ours. Just by putting 'Sexy' in the name, my appointments have increased by 30 percent this week."

"Wow...really?" 

"Yeah. I mean, I don't expect that to continue. I'm sure I've gotten some new customers that were just curious, and it will be a one-time thing. But if I only increase my business by just 10 percent, I can't tell you how much of an impact it will have." I smiled, thinking about how amazing Tina was. She was a beautiful, smart, sexy woman, who had so much more going for her than she gave herself credit for. Then she blew me away. "I have you to thank for this, Neil."

"What? Why are you thanking ME?"

"I never thought about my being successful until you said I was. And that kind of hit me...hard. I started thinking about my business, and realized that if I want to get more out of my life...and have a life, I need to put more effort into building this up so I don't have to work my ass off forever just to keep my head above water."

"I think you would have done that anyway," I said.

"I don't. It took you telling me I was successful for me to believe it. Now, I want more. Seeing how happy you are with Ann...Neil, I want that in my life someday. I want to find my prince too."

When I heard Tina, I had a feeling come over me. And I knew I needed to act on it. "Can I be honest with you, Tina?" I asked, my voice becoming more serious.

"Or course...you know that."

"If you want to find your prince, stop pretending to be something you're not."

"What do you mean by that?"

"I've told you before, Tina. You're not a slut. So stop pretending you are one. You can still love sex, and not present yourself..."

"Already done, stud. I heard you loud and clear on our little trip, and I felt it too. Hopefully, I haven't done too much damage to my reputation. But that's another reason I'm working so hard on the shop."

"So, do you still think it's a good idea to have 'Sex' in the name of your shop then?"

"I'm not selling sex, Neil. I said that sex sells. Besides, you said it yourself. You said that my job is making people feel better about themselves...to make them feel beautiful. Somehow, I don't think making a person look 'contemporary' helps them to feel that way. But if they come away looking sexy, they'll feel sexy, and that's why it works."

"You know, you're right, Tina. It does work."

"Thanks Neil," she said excitedly. "But that can't be why you're calling long distance. Hell, why are you calling long distance?" 

"I told you, Pussy...I need help with a mission I'm trying to set up. It involves me...and Moneypenny!"

Tina was silent for a moment, which was monumental for her considering how much she loved to talk. Then she said, "You're serious, aren't you?"

"Of course I'm serious. I'm calling you from California, aren't I? I told you, Ann and I are having an amazing time. It's been better than I ever could have imagined. But now, I'm actually trying to put that imagination to good use," I laughed.

I gave Tina a rundown of what I was trying to set up, and she was so excited I could feel it through the phone. Like Nancy, she had a couple of ideas that were going to make the experience even better, including one that expanded on what Nancy had said about staying closer to home on Saturday night so our Sunday wouldn't be so long. 

I didn't have enough time to expand my original plan on my own, so any good ideas Nancy or Tina thought up were more than welcome. But the way Tina said she would make our Sunday memorable actually made a tingle run up my spine. I had no idea what she had in mind, but I knew enough to trust her. And trust was one of the main reasons I decided to ask Tina to help in the first place.

The biggest part of the plan that Tina could help with was execution. Nancy would be able to do a lot from her desk, but Tina would be able to do follow up things that Nancy wouldn't have time for with her job. And, while I liked Nancy, and I had no reason to worry about her...I trusted Tina a lot more. I suppose it was because of the number of secrets we shared, and that I had been with her in a lot of interesting situations. I mean, Nancy and I shared one big secret. But Tina and I had been running around together for months, and keeping it quiet in a town that lived for gossip.

Add to that the 'mission' we had been on, and it was fair to say that I looked at Tina like a partner...a fellow agent that I had been through tough, physically demanding operations with. Tina was battle tested. Hell, I had tested her, in every way I could think of. And that meant that I trusted her.

And the thing I needed the most trust in was money...specifically, my credit card. To make the plan work, Tina and Nancy would have to know where we were going to stay ahead of time. Ann and I had originally anticipated just driving aimlessly, and stopping when we got tired. But in truth, we had to go a certain distance each day in order to make it home by Saturday, which was our original intention. And that meant there were logical places that Nancy and Tina could use as stopping points to even out the trip. But it also meant that there had to be a room waiting for us at each place to carry out the plan...and that meant a reservation was required.

Hotels weren't going to hold a room based on the promise that we would show up. There had to be a reason to create the reservation, and that meant a credit card. But I was going to pay in cash...the cash Ann's Uncle Marty gave me to spoil her with. So the card was just going to be used to hold the room. Yet, they would need the card information, and I wasn't comfortable giving that to Nancy. That seemed a little odd, since she was older, seemingly more mature, and she'd done similar type negotiations for the management staff of the plant, including my Dad. But I had been intimate with Tina in ways that built trust, so I went with my gut.

I gave Tina the information, much to her surprise. But she took it, and accepted the responsibility the way I knew she would. We finalized a couple of details that I knew would be important, and asked her to call Nancy.

"She's going to be thankful for your help, Tina. Give her a call, and get going. You don't have a lot of time."

"Don't worry. I won't let you down, James. Pussy is ON the job," Tina said with another of her bubbly giggles. ~*~*~*~*~*~

I sat in the living room of Ann's house. Actually, as I looked around the room, I realized it was Chad and Dana's house. I know I'd told Ann it was her house too, since she lived there. And Chad and Dana had done everything they could think of to make Ann feel like it was her home too, including sacrificing the master bedroom to give her more privacy. But it was Ann's last day there, and as I waited for her to come back, it began to feel like it wasn't hers any more.

It was odd that I was having such an emotional reaction to that fact. I'd only been there a couple of days, and yet I could feel the change. It was a melancholy moment for me, and I really couldn't figure out why. 

The phone rang, interrupting the mood I was wallowing in at the moment. It was Tina, who gave me the details of where Ann and I would be staying the first night. She told me the name of the hotel, and how to get there. That's all I needed to know, really. I told Tina if I got to the hotel, and that's all they were able to accomplish, that would be fine. I didn't want them feeling any pressure, or putting themselves out trying to accomplish the impossible because there wasn't enough time.

"You need to have a little faith, Neil," she said, her voice practically saying 'tisk, tisk' in the tone she'd used.

"I have faith, Tina. I'm just being realistic, that's all."

"You gave me a mission to complete, my friend. And I owe you...AND Ann. I'm going to make sure I do everything I can to make it happen. You just show up at that hotel and leave the rest of your plan to me. Okay?"

"Okay...Tina. Thanks," I said, admiring her determination.

"You can BOTH thank me later. Have a great time, and drive safe," Tina said as she hung up the phone.

I couldn't help but wonder how we were supposed to thank her. The way she said it made me think she had something in mind. But that thought popped out of my head when I heard the garage door going up. 

~*~*~*~*~*~

Ann was driving, and we'd traveled the first hour in almost complete silence. The second one wasn't going much better. But I didn't push it. I knew there would be times in our relationship where it would be tough. Truth be told, we really hadn't even had a real fight yet. I wasn't looking forward to the day that would happen, but I knew it would, eventually. Even though I considered us to be perfect together, we weren't perfect. 

Ann wasn't silent because she was mad though. She was quiet, because she was sad, and it made her mad to have to admit that. She was mad at herself.

The night before, Ann had insisted that she was at peace with her decision. And in truth, she was. She'd said goodbye to her friends, and I knew she was not only being honest about her feelings once we'd left the restaurant, she was also realistic. There was no hidden agenda to make me think she was better than she really was letting on. There was some heartache in leaving a place she loved. But there was far more joy in both of our lives since we'd found each other. That was what Ann chose to focus on.

Ann really had come to grips with leaving her friends and family. Even the end of the party the night before, as hard as that was, was a lot better than I expected. Ann was quiet in the car, but after a quick moment of inner reflection, she was ready to move one. And I thought she had. But when she came back to the house as I sat in the living room, she was in an entirely frame of mind. 

Walking through the door, I could tell that Ann had been crying. Sobbing was more like it. Her eyes were red and swollen, and she looked like she hadn't slept in days. And since I knew she had slept, at least a little...that meant that she was more than a little upset. She went past me, down the hall, straight to her bathroom, not saying a word to me. Closing the door, I could hear her start crying again. 

I let her. Sometimes, you know when you need to say something, and you do. And there had been times when Ann and I had talked on the phone that I had to deal with her crying...and we talked it out. This wasn't one of those times. I knew that the moment she walked past me. So, instead of trying to 'get to the bottom' of Ann's feelings, and do the thing men normally try to do, which is 'solve' the problem...I did the other manly thing I could do. I packed the car.

Ann had said we were leaving, and I took that comment literally. So, I started carrying out the remaining things she had in the house, along with the things I'd brought with me, and I put them in the garage next the her car. Ann had backed in, centering her little car in the two car garage, to make things easier. And that was enough confirmation for me that we were going to be leaving, since she always parked out in front of the house in the street.

I will say that Ann's little Civic held a lot more than I would have given it credit for. It was crammed, but there was still some room left. I tried to pack in a way that made sense, making sure we had access to things we would likely need. But in a lot of ways, that was a guess. So I also tried to pack strategically so that if we DID have to get to something that was buried, I could do it by going from one of two directions in the car and not have to unload everything. I was pleased that there was still some room left over for things Ann had in the bathroom with her, and for the emergency supplies I had promised my Dad we would take along. 

I was standing in the garage, sweating a little as I checked the fluid levels in the car. Ann had said she'd just had her car serviced the previous week, but I wasn't taking any chances. I wanted to feel confident that it was ready for the long journey. As I was putting the dipstick back into the car after checking the oil level a second time, I heard the door open. I resisted the urge to look around the hood. But I did want Ann to know I cared.

"You okay, babe?" I asked.

"I will be," she said quietly. "Here's the rest of my stuff. I need to write Chad and Dana a note, and leave my key and the door opener."

"Okay. I'll finish packing. How long are you going to be?"

"Ten...fifteen minutes. Why?"

"I'll run to the store and get some supplies for the trip. Take your time."

Ann didn't say anything. Instead, she shuffled back into the house. The trip to the store didn't take that long. I was able to get all of the emergency things on the list I'd prepared, and I was back before she was finished...and I know I was gone the fifteen minutes, plus another fifteen. But instead of going in, I just waited for her in the driveway. She finally came out, and closed the door with the button pad. I had had the sense to move to the passenger seat, and she climbed in behind the wheel. Looking at the house one last time, Ann took a deep breath and turned the key. We were on our way a minute later, but only she knew where we were going. It was a little after ten in the morning, and all I knew is we were heading west.

After the first half-hour, I leaned the seat back and closed my eyes. Driving in silence, even with the windows down, was driving me nuts. But I knew I needed to wait it out. Ann would talk about what was bothering her when she was ready. I just needed to be patient and give her some space...which was easier said than done in a car stuffed as full as Ann's was. 

I woke up an hour or so later, and the only thing that had really changed was that the cassette player was playing. Ann still seemed to be in mourning...but her eyes were looking better. She had changed at the house, no longer wearing the sweet summer dress she had on earlier. She was wearing a pair of white jean shorts and a baggy red T-shirt. She had tennis shoes on, and her hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail. She looked as dressed down as I seen her, and yet she still looked sexy as hell.

Yet, as much as I wanted to stare at her beautifully toned legs, or the striking lines of her exposed neck, I knew this wasn't one of those times where flirting would help like it had the night before. So I sat up, and looked out the windows at the beautiful scenery of Northern California, wondering where we were going. And wondering where our day was headed.

"Neil. Do you think they'll remember me?" Ann asked, her voice quiet and shaky.

"Who, babe?" I answered, trying not to act surprised that the silence we had been sharing had finally been broken.

"Mindy and Allison? Do you think they'll remember me?"

"Of course they will. Why wouldn't they?"

"Because they're kids."

"They're not babies or toddlers, Ann. Allison's eight years old. And Mindy's five. And they're both smart."

"They're kids...and kids forget."

"Who was your first grade teacher?" I asked.

"Mrs. Long. Why does that..." Ann stopped, and turned to me. Her eyes smiled, and mine smiled back.

"Kids remember people that have an impact on their lives, Ann. You lived with Mindy and Allison for over a year. You love them, and I know they love you. That's not going to change just because you're moving...unless you let it change. And I know you Ann. You don't let those kinds of things happen when it comes to people you care about."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, you may not see them in person, but you'll still see them in your heart. And I know you'll find ways to stay connected."

Ann was silent again, staring at the pavement as she drove down the freeway. One mile became two. Five became ten. Finally, she spoke again, her voice cracking. "It had to be hard to lose Maddie."

Ann was referring to Madeline, my former niece, whom I 'lost' when I got divorced, because she was my sister's daughter. A smile came to my face, and I said, "Yes, it was." 

Ann looked at me, surprised that I was grinning. In fact, she looked shocked at my reaction. "Did you hear me right?"

"Yes. You said it must have been hard to lose Maddie, and I said it was. Why?"

"I just didn't expect..."

"I can't think of Maddie and not smile Ann. Can you think about Christina and not smile?" I asked

Ann thought about her Cousin Valerie's baby, and she started beaming. First it was a simple grin, which evolved quickly into a wide, toothy smile. "No, I can't", she said with a little giggle.

"That's the thing about kids, Ann. They make me smile. As hard as it was to lose Maddie, I'm just grateful she was in my life at all."

Ann choked back her emotions, the smile on her face filled with the grace I'd come to love from her. It was yet another silent moment, but this one spoke volumes. As we drove a little farther, I could see a single tear running down Ann's cheek. I reached over and wiped it away with my finger, bringing it to my mouth; the salty taste lingering on my tongue.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 47



Ann opened her mouth, but stopped herself. Whatever was on HER tongue, she kept inside. But I had a feeling I knew what it was. I couldn't explain how I knew, but I was as certain as I'd ever been in my life. So much so, that I never hesitated to answer her unspoken question.

"The answer is 'Yes', Anna," I said, looking over at Ann with what I hoped was a sweet, confident smile.

"Yes? I didn't even ask you the question. I didn't even let you know it WAS a question."

"I know, babe. But the answer is still yes. You're going to be an incredible mother someday."

Ann's eyes came to life, sparkling as she wrinkled her nose at me. "God I love you, Neil."

"I love you too, babe."

~*~*~*~*~*~

The skies were not what you would call picture perfect. It was overcast, the grayish misty clouds seemed to hang low on the horizon, creating a ceiling that made the setting more intimate than I had imagined in my mind. As we'd crossed over the mountains and headed west, the weather had changed. Gone were the bright sunny skies that had started our day, replaced by weather than was anything but pleasant.

It was breezy, and cooler. The shorts we were wearing were warm enough, but I had to dig out a couple of sweatshirts for Ann and me to put on. A white hooded one that zipped up the front for Ann that had the name of her former store in pink lettering on it. I had pulled out a gray pullover for me, with the emblem of my alma mater on the front. I stood there, holding my girl at my side as I looked out into the distance. I couldn't believe I was standing where I was standing. 

"It's like a cathedral, Ann," I said quietly over the sound of the waves crashing onto the beach below.

A gust blew in off the water, bringing with it the salty sea air. I filled my lungs, wanting to take in the full experience. 

Ann smiled and said, "It is beautiful here. I'm just sorry it's not a better day. You just never know what the weather's going to be like when you travel in Northern California. It can bright and sunny a half-hour east...and cold and grey when you get to the coast."

"Like today," I said, squeezing her against my body.

"Yeah...like today," she said with a little laugh.

"Don't apologize, Ann. It's perfect. It's heaven on earth," I said as I looked at the huge, majestic pine tree looming over the lush green putting surface. "I've seen this place a hundred times on TV...I never thought I'd get to see it in person."

Ann had taken me to Monterey. More specifically, we were standing on the edge of the cliff just behind the 18th green at Pebble Beach. I was indeed in heaven, and my angel had taken me there. 

"I wish I could have found a way for you to play. When I called, they said they take tee times months in advance. I..."

"Ann...this is perfect. I can't believe you drove us all the way here just so I could see this place. Not to mention the Lone Cypress," I said referring to the famous tree perched on some rocks on a point along 17 Mile Drive. Ann had taken me along the tourist route, showing me the spectacular homes, along with the beyond spectacular views. "I mean, it's not this is exactly on the way to where we're going tomorrow."

"You can't come to California and not see the ocean, Neil. And I couldn't think of a better place to see it than here. Here, let me take another picture," she said as she moved back and held up my Nikon, framing me in the lens.

I knew there were other places for me to see the Pacific Ocean for the first time...ones that were much closer and a lot more convenient. Ann chose one that would mean the world to me. We watched one more group play up the 18th fairway. They were a bunch of hackers, having the time of their lives. "Look at them, Ann. You can see their smiles from here."

Ann looked at one guy who was on his way to the most memorable 12 he ever shot on a hole in his life, and said, "I think you could par this hole, baby."

"Me too," I laughed.

~*~*~*~*~*~

We'd left Pebble Beach around 1:30PM, and we had traveled about an hour and a half up the Pacific Coast Highway from Monterey. But we'd traveled the last half of that in silence again. It wasn't the same somber silence I'd had to endure during the morning drive. Ann was in a good mood now. But it was still silence. Well, the stereo was on, and the windows were open. But we weren't talking...so it was THAT kind of silence, and it was driving me nuts. 

Caving to the pressure to actually say something, I said, "So we drove two and a half hours just so you could take me to Pebble Beach?"

Ann burst out laughing. "No. I told you, I wanted you to see the ocean," she said with a grin. Pointing out her window to her left, she said, "See...the ocean," her voice thick with sarcasm. 

And that made me laugh. "Okay...we can check that off the list."

"We had lunch too."

Ann was right. We ate lunch a Café inside the Pebble Beach Lodge, overlooking the same 18th green we were standing next to earlier. It was pricey, but it was worth every penny. "True enough. So, what's next?"

"Sorry...still a secret."

"Alright. But where are we spending the night?" I said, suddenly worried that my OWN surprise would be spoiled by having to drive a lot farther the next day than I planned.

"I'm only going to tell you it's near Sacramento. Is that good enough?" she asked, seeing how antsy I had become. 

"That's all you're going to tell me?" I said, trying to seem disappointed. But I wasn't. Sacramento would work, even if we were sleeping in a barn.

"Yes, baby. I want tonight to be a surprise."

"Okay, but I get the rest of the week."

"What?" she said, turning to look at me.

"You've already surprised me so many times I can't count anymore. So, if there are going to be any surprises the rest of the week, I'm springing them on you. Agreed?"

Ann's head kind of snapped back a little, a quizzical look appearing on her face. "What do you have in mind?"

I played it off, not wanting to get ahead of myself. After all, Tina and Nancy may not have gotten anything set up at all. "Well, nothing at the moment. You know me, Ann. I'm kind of a 'make it up as I go' kind of guy. I don't plan things out like you do. But I want to be able to do something if I get the chance. Okay?'

Ann leaned toward me, and I met her halfway giving her a quick kiss. "Okay, baby," she giggled.

We drove another couple of minutes without talking, and I wondered if we were going to slip back into that silent mode. Not that it really mattered. I realized just being with Ann was enough...I knew there would be times where we'd just sit quietly for hours, and be thrilled that we were next to each other. My heart sang as that sank in, thinking about how comfortable I really was with her. I stared at Ann, and I could tell she was in thought. I was going to ask her what was on her mind, but didn't. I'd warmed to the idea that we didn't need to talk all the time.

But now Ann felt compelled to talk, and she turned to me, putting her hand on my arm.

"Neil, can I ask you something?"

"Sure, babe...what is it?

"Were you serious last night?"

"Of course," I said with a smile, then I added, "About what?"

Ann smacked me on the arm and said, "Neil...I'm being serious."

I laughed and said, "Sorry...but you're going to have to be a little more specific. I said a lot of things last night."

"At the end of the night, Neil. Were you serious...about..."

"About not sharing you with another man?"

"Yes...did you mean it?"

"Yeah...why?"

"Because last night, I said something to you that I wish I'd never said. And that makes me wonder if you wish you hadn't said that." I sat up straighter in my seat and turned myself a little towards Ann, rolling the window up while I did. Ann took my cue, and rolled hers up while I turned off the stereo. Ann looked at me nervously and said, "What are we doing...the 'Cone of Silence'?"

I cracked up laughing, and said, "THAT'S why I love you!"

"What?" Ann said, her eyes still showing her nerves.

"Ann, you obviously have something you need to tell me, and you're worried about it. But the fact that you would reference 'Get Smart'...hell, the fact that you even know what the 'Cone of Silence' is...that's so funny! And that's one of a million reasons why I love you."

"Because I watched the TV show?"

"Yes! And you get the humor...and you used to try to break whatever tension you're imagining is here between us."

"I'm trying to break tension?" she said, batting those beautiful brown eyes again.

"Ann...you're so adorable. You do the cutest things, and you don't even know it when you do them. I just wanted to close the windows so I made sure I heard you. Now stop worrying, and just talk to me. What's on your mind?"

Ann took a deep breath and said, "Last night, I was teasing you when I kissed you, and I said something about how that was a close as you were ever going to get to eating Missy. And I feel bad about that."

"Bad...why?"

"Because it's not true. I didn't really mean it."

"Wait...you WANT me to eat Missy?"

"Well...not right now. Maybe not ever."

"Anna," I said calmly, letting Ann know she was getting lost in her thoughts again. 

She took another deep breath and let out a little giggle. "I know...I'm talking in circles again. Look...here's what I'm trying to say. I meant what I said at the end of the night...you know...where MY line is. And so, what I said about Missy...well, that kind of contradicts that. And I was just wondering if I confused you. And because I kind of said two different things in just a couple of hours, I was wondering if you really meant what you said too. Maybe you were just saying that because I kind of freaked a little, when...you know..."

"I was fucking you with two big dildos?" I laughed.

"Well...if you have to be blunt about it...yeah."

"Ann, we're in the Cone of Silence. Nobody heard me," I laughed.

Ann smiled, and said, "You're right...I don't know why I'm being so modest all of a sudden. It's just you."

"Right...and we should be able to talk about anything with each other, and not be embarrassed about it."

"Okay...so, how do you really feel about me fucking other men?" Ann said bluntly.

"I told you last night, Ann...I want you all to myself. I'm okay with us playing around and having fun. The game we played with Chad and Dana was a blast, and I was totally cool with you blowing him. I really don't have a problem with us doing things like that. But I put in the 'no fucking' rule for a reason that night...and that reason really isn't going to change. I don't want to share you like that."

Ann's eyes smile softly as she wrinkled her nose. The excitement on her face practically glowing as realized I was absolutely serious. But she stopped herself, like she was hitting the brakes. "Okay, but what does it say to you that I want you to be with other women?"

"What does it say?"

"Yeah. I mean, I said what I said last night about Missy because I was trying to tease you, and turn you on. And, well, we're leaving...so there's not going to be an opportunity, really. I mean, she could come visit us, and I'm sure someday we'll come back here to visit...but you know what I mean. Let's say, hypothetically, that we COULD be with Missy."

"Today?" I asked.

"No...just sometime. Or maybe someone else...like maybe Carol. Or whoever...what does it say to you about ME, that I might want us to have a threesome, and I'd want to watch you fuck someone? What does it say that I want you to go farther than you want me to go?"

"Well, before I answer that, are you okay with where MY line is? Does it bother you that I don't want you to fuck other men? It's not like I told you before last night...there was always a possibility that..."

"Neil, I am so happy you want me to yourself, at least as far as fucking goes. I can't TELL you how happy that really makes me. I want to play games...I want to have fun like we did Chad and Dana too. But it's going to be a lot easier, knowing you want to keep part of me for just you. And you know I'd never do anything without you, or behind...OH MY GOD!"

Ann's hand went over her mouth, and she turned a little ashen as she thought of something that obviously bothered her. "What's wrong, babe?" I asked, my hand reaching out to touch hers.

"I did just that. I went behind your back last night," Ann said, turning to me, horror showing in her eyes."

"What are you talking about...Missy?"

"Yes. I just did that on my own...I never asked, or told you I wanted to. It just happened."

I smiled and said, "Yeah...so. I finger fucked her in her store without telling you. You didn't get pissed about that. And she ate YOU in her store...neither one of us was upset about THAT. What's your point?"

"I just should have told you...that's all."

"Like what...leave her and come ask me for permission? Is that what you mean?"

"Well...yeah. I guess."

"Ann, I know this may seem like a double standard, but if it had been a guy, then yes...I would be very angry. But it was Missy, and I'm not. I hope you can understand the difference."

"But what if...what if that DID happen with a guy?"

"Will it?" I asked with a smile.

"Well...of COURSE not...but..."

"Ann...I KNOW that's not going to happen. You're NOT my ex. You know that, and I know that. And it's not like I didn't know you being with Missy was a possibility. You said that yourself. You're over thinking this...and I don't want you doing that."

"So, you're really okay that I didn't tell you?" 

"Ann, I think if you're honest with yourself, you know...in your heart, that we BOTH know where the line is now. And you told me we weren't going to regret when we did things that felt right together. And last night felt right, and you know it. You KNOW it turned me on when you kissed me...and you KNOW it turned me on KNOWING you'd been with Missy. If you had told me ahead of time, it wouldn't have been the same. It wouldn't have been as good...as...exciting for BOTH of us. So stop regretting, okay?"

"Alright," she smiled.

"So...are we good?"

"I guess so," she said, not so convincingly.

"That wasn't a glowing endorsement, babe."

"Tell me...just suppose...if we go to West Virginia, and I want to do my date with Carol and have it be a threesome, would you do it?"

"That would depend," I said, shrugging my shoulders.

"On what?" she asked.

"On whether she wanted to or not."

"Fine...be difficult," Ann laughed. "Suppose she did...would you?"

"If you wanted me to, and that's how we're still feeling at the time...then yes. But I'd be doing it for you...not necessarily for me."

Ann grinned and said, "You have no idea just how wet that made me."

"So...that's what you want to do...a threesome with Carol?"

"Don't you get it, baby?"

"I guess not," I answered.

"The third party doesn't matter as long as we both like her, and we're attracted to her. I just want to do it...with YOU!"

~*~*~*~*~*~ 

Ann seemed to have a destination in mind. She kept looking at the road signs, and appeared to get more upbeat the farther we drove; like we were getting closer to wherever it was she wanted to take me. She was also squirming in her seat, which I'd figured out was a telltale sign of her being horny. Or maybe she was pretending to be an eight year old, and she had ants in her pants. Either way, it was amusing to watch her wiggle her cute ass around as she drove.

I really wasn't paying attention to the road when I felt the car start to slow down on the two-lane highway. I sat up in my seat, and my antenna perked up when I saw what I was sure was a golf course to the left as we drove. I wondered to myself why Ann would be taking me to another one, after we'd just been to the best one on the planet. A moment later, she had turned left, and we were now going down what looked to be a residential street. I could see her smiling out of the corner of my eye, and she seemed pleased that I was puzzled.

Ann pulled into an empty dirt parking lot at the end of the dead end road she'd taken. I could see the ocean in front of us. We were right next to it, and yet, we seemed so far away. It was an optical illusion, because I didn't realize that we were near the edge of a very big cliff. Ann parked the car and set the parking break. 

Opening the door, she hopped out and reached behind her seat, pulling out a small orange bag that looked like one you'd put clothes in and take to a gym. Draping it over her shoulder, she smiled and said, "Come on."

"Where are we going?"

"For a walk on the beach, silly. Let's go."

~*~*~*~*~*~

The cliff was impressive, at least 40 feet high, if not more. Ann and I held hands as we carefully made our way down the wide, steep dirt trail cut into the side that led down to the beach below. It was a few hundred yards of treacherous footing, with loose rocks everywhere and little crevices created by water run off. 

"So, what do they call this place? Sprained Ankle Cove?" I said as we traversed very slowly down the pass.

Ann's intoxicating giggle filled the air, and she said, "No...this is Half Moon Bay." 

We finally made our way to the bottom, and Ann stopped to take off her shoes. I did the same, so we could walk barefoot on the sand. It was still a crappy day along the ocean, even though we were an hour and a half farther north. The sky was battleship gray, the clouds seeming to just hang low over the water and beach as the waves rolled up onto the shore. Yet I couldn't get over the beauty. With the cliffs rising straight up, it was like a huge wall, separating us from the rest of the world. We were looking out against the vast expanse that was the Pacific Ocean, and we were secluded. 

As beaches go, it wasn't what you think of first when someone says 'Let's go to the beach'. The sand wasn't white and pristine, and there wasn't a lifeguard tower filled with Baywatch babes. It looked more like something out of Ireland, or perhaps Scotland. I silently listened for bagpipes to be playing above the sound of the tumbling surf. 

No, it wasn't the classic beach one might picture when you think of 'California', but the place had a unique beauty all its own. As we strolled down the sand, our hair blowing wildly in the ocean breeze, I felt Ann squeezing my hand. She was dragging her toes in the sand, looking shy as she glanced towards me. She had that wicked grin on her face; the one she flashed me whenever she was thinking naughty thoughts.

Very naughty thoughts. Ann dropped her shoes at her feet, and pulled the rope like strings of the orange canvas bag off of her shoulder and handed it to me. Opening it, I saw that Ann had put the cameras inside it. She pulled out the Polaroid, and said, "It's loaded and ready to go. But you better hurry. It's pretty cold, and I'm not sure how long I'm going to do this." Ann handed me the camera, and slowly unzipped the front of her sweatshirt, grinning at me. 

Before I could get the camera up to my face to look through the viewfinder, Ann walked away, taking off her clothes as she went. I followed, taking pictures of her as she stripped along the beach, leaving a trail of items along the way. It reminded me of Dawn, leaving her clothes on Mark's lawn in front of his house, finding a way to let him and Jill know what we'd done. I didn't strip like I had that time. Instead, I focused on taking pictures of Ann. 

I got several great ones of Ann in various stages of undress, and two amazing ones of her walking naked on the beach. One from behind, and one as she turned slightly towards the water, offering a perfect profile of her breasts to go with that magnificent ass of hers. Yet she kept walking south, away from me, towards the end of the stretch of beach we were on.

At the south end of that beach, the water jutted in towards the coast, crashing onto a large rocky formation in what was a little cove along the shoreline. With the tide out, the rocks toward the cliff were exposed and dry. Ann headed toward them, and as she got to a large one, she climbed up and sat on top, posing for me. I got closer, shooting a couple more pictures as she changed positions. Ann was moving like a model. She wasn't being X-rated...it was more along the lines of what you'd see in Playboy. She was being tasteful as she played upon the dark formations, formed and sculpted by thousands of years of ocean gales and battering seas. 




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 48



I couldn't get over the difference.

It was amazing how being just five or so miles east of the ocean seemed more like a hundred. The skies were back to being the clear, brilliant blue skies Ann and I had been experiencing the last few days. There were a few wispy clouds scattered here and there, but for the most part, it was perfectly sunny; nothing like what we'd experienced the last few hours along the coastline. And the skies weren't the only thing that was different. 

It was around a quarter to four when Ann and I had left the parking lot at the beach. We'd driven from Half Moon Bay, winding through a spectacular forest as we made our way to I-280. From there, Ann headed north, and we were soon flying along the freeway.

We'd started out with the car closed up, trying to warm ourselves from being out on the beach, literally exposed to the elements. But now we were driving down the interstate with the windows down. While it was in the 60's and windy on the coast, the temperature along the corridor we were driving down was in the 80's. It felt more like a thirty degree difference. 

I got so hot I had to change...so I took off my sweatshirt and stuffed it behind my seat. Ann must have been feeling the effects of the temperature too, because she had lowered the zipper on her hoodie, and I was staring at the soft curve of her bare left breast. She knew I was looking, and she giggled. 

"Something catch your eye, sweetie?" she said playfully.

"I'm just admiring the beautiful views," I said, not bothering to look at the amazing landscapes that we were passing us by outside the car. As gorgeous as they were, they weren't a match for Ann. 

Ann took the loose tie that was in her hair, holding it in a ponytail, and pulled at it, making her long locks fall over her shoulders. She shook her head to make them curls bounce and settle. Then she lowered her zipper a little more, and deftly reached for the opening, pulling the cotton material away from her body. She smiled softly as her hard nipple came into my view. 

"Mmmm...the view just got better," I said, and I reached down to adjust my hardening cock in my shorts.

"You amaze me baby. You just came like a horse a half hour ago, and now you're getting hard again just because of a nipple," Ann said as she looked over at me. 

"No...I'm getting hard because it's YOUR nipple, babe."

~*~*~*~*~*~

As we were sitting at a table at a cute little restaurant, Ann pointed at the view in the distance. "So...was I right?"

I nodded, laughing at Ann as she gloated about her decision to stop to eat along our way to whatever surprise destination she had in store for me. "Yes babe. You were right. You were VERY right. Hell...you're always right."

"Well, like I told you a little while ago, you can't come to Northern California and not experience San Francisco. It would be like going to France and not going to Paris," she said as she raised the camera and focused, taking another picture. Fidgeting with the settings, she said, "This thing is hard to get used to." 

As the skyline of San Francisco came into view as we drove, Ann said she wanted me to see at least a little of the city. She had likened it to a sin, to be so close, and simply drive past it. She said she had what she called a secret place where she could park the car, and get in and out of the city pretty quickly. Of course, that meant we had to walk, but Ann said as we would be close to where we were going. 

And where we were going was Fisherman's Warf. We were sitting at a table at a restaurant; one of those restaurants that had outside seating, overlooking San Francisco Bay. We were eating dinner, within eyesight of the Golden Gate Bridge and Alcatraz Island. Ann was right, not only would it have been wrong to miss seeing the city, it would have been downright criminal.

As we waited for the waitress to bring us our bill, I looked out over the water of the bay. Ann was taking a picture of the bridge with the 35mm, and she Ann turned to me. "So, are we really, really serious about using this camera when we take ALL of our pictures now?"

"I don't know...why?"

"I'm just thinking about having to get them developed, that's all." 

"Ann...we'd don't have to. I don't want..."

"How many pictures do we have left on this roll?"

"I don't know...let me see," I said as I took the camera from her, and looked at the counter. I lifted the lens up to Ann, and she smiled as I focused the camera, but she put her hand up. "Just a minute...I'm not ready." Ann backed her chair up a little from the table. Then she looked to her left and her right before quickly reaching for the zipper of her sweatshirt. Lowering it, Ann subtly opened the front, exposing her tits for me. 

I smiled behind the camera and re-focused, making sure I did justice to the pose Ann was giving me. As I snapped the picture, the camera began rewinding the film inside. "That was the last one," I said as I waited for the little motor to stop. I quickly pulled out the film, and placed it in the little protective plastic container it came in. Ann zipped up her top as I popped in another roll of film.

I had placed the exposed film on the table, and I was busy putting away the camera, when the cute young waitress came back to the table. She was very Californian. Actually, she was very San Franciscan. She was very personable, and you could just tell she was a free spirit by the way she had interacted with us during our dinner.

"There you go, Neil," she said, remembering my name from our earlier introduction as she took our order.

"Thanks Holly," I said to her as I reached for my wallet.

Ann picked up the film canister and looked at it. It was more like she was studying it for a moment, turning it in her hand to see different angles. "Holly?"

"Yes," she said, taking the leather payment wallet from me after I put my credit card in it. 

"Are there any camera shops nearby that develop film?" Ann asked.

"Yeah...there are a couple of them."

"I mean ones that develop in an hour or so."

"Sure," Holly said nodding.

Ann gave her a sheepish grin and asked, "Any that develop pictures that are a little more...explicit."

Holly smiled and said, "Ooh. You two have been naughty, have you?"

"I'm not sure..." I started to say, but Ann quickly spoke over me.

"Yes...we have. So, anywhere close by that might fit that description?"

"As a matter of fact, there is. I'll be right back," Holly said with a grin on her face. She was back a couple of minutes later, with a credit card slip for me to sign, and what looked to be another bill. It was blank on the front, but it had directions written on the back. "Here you go, Ann. It's just two blocks away. Here's how to get there."

Ann stood up and thanked Holly with a hug. I took that as a sign that the service we'd just received was better than even I thought it was, so I added another 5 percent to the tip on top of what I was already going to give her. 

Ann looked at me and said, "Let's get rolling...it's going to take a while to get this developed, and we have an hour and a half drive to Sacramento ahead of us yet."

~*~*~*~*~*~ The walk to the camera shop didn't take as long as I thought it would. Two blocks in a city are a lot bigger than two blocks in the rural towns of Northern Indiana. And we had even had to go uphill, and uphill in San Francisco can be a bit of a chore. But Ann was motivated, so I kept pace. It helped that she was wearing sneakers, instead of the heels I'd become so accustomed to seeing her wear. She had decided on more practical footwear for the day, and yet the shoes she was wearing still seemed to make her sexy. 

We found the camera shop along a dark narrow street. It appeared to be little more than a hole in the wall. There was one storefront window next to the door, jammed full of camera equipment. It was a small, cramped store from outside appearance. And there, in the bottom corner of the window, was a little sign that said 'One hour photo'. Ann smiled and said, "Well, it's not exactly what I expected."

"Me either. But then again, these are the kinds of places that usually end up as a pleasant surprise."

I opened the door, and we walked into the little shop. The chimes against the door frame announced our arrival, and almost at once, we were being greeted by a girl coming out from the back of the store. We couldn't see her at first...she was yelling to tell us she would be right with us. But as she came out from the room she was in, Ann and I both smiled. She was most definitely a child of the city we were in. 

She was wearing all black. The top was a leather bustier, and she was wearing a black miniskirt that matched. She also had long, straight, jet black hair, black lipstick, and black nail polish, all of which made her pale white skin seem even brighter. Her breasts were practically spilling out of the top she was wearing, her areolas showing a little at the top. On her left breast, she had a tattoo of a rose, the petals black instead of red. She was as Gothic as I'd ever seen, but her personality was what surprised us. 

She was bubbly as she practically bounded over to us at the counter we were standing next to. The way she was acting seemed to contradict the dour appearance she projected. The adage of judging a book by its cover hit me, and I smiled as she came over and welcomed us into the store. 

"Hi, I'm Rose. How can I help you?"

Ann stuck out her hand and smiled. "Hi Rose...I'm Ann, and this is my fiancée, Neil. I love your tattoo."

I gave a little wave as Rose said, "Hi Ann...hi Neil. And thanks. I get a lot of people staring at it, but most are too self conscious to say anything. I guess it's because I got it on my boob."

"Well, I think it fits you," Ann said with a grin.

"Thanks again. So, what can I do for you?"

Ann pulled out the film canister and placed it on the counter. "We'd like to get this developed."

"Oh...okay."

"I suppose I should warn you that there are some explicit pictures on there. That's not a problem, is it?" Ann asked.

"This is San Francisco, Ann. I develop X-rated pictures every day."

"Great...how long will it take," Ann asked.

"Oh...you want them today?" 

"Well, your sign does say 'one hour photo'. And the thing is...we're leaving after today. We're moving...first to Indiana, and then on to West Virginia after we're married in December. We start driving in the morning. So we were kind of hoping..."

"No problem, Ann. Actually, I forgot that sign was even there...I've only had it there a week. Most people don't even notice it. I'll have them ready in a half hour. You can both come in the back with me while I do it. There's no place to sit out here."

Rose lifted the gate on the counter, letting us walk through. As we walked back to the back, I laughed out loud when I saw that the 'place to sit' she had in mind was a leather couch. 

"What's so funny," Rose asked.

Ann slapped me on the arm and said, "Nothing. Neil just has a dirty mind, that's all."

Rose looked at me, her eyebrow arched. "Really? And what inspired you?"

"The couch. I seem to keep finding leather couches wherever I go," I replied.

"And?"

Ann spoke up and said, "He likes to fuck on them."

Rose went about her work, but stunned me when she said, "Well, be my guest. It hasn't been fucked on since last week."

Ann and I looked at each other, and we burst out laughing. But instead of fucking, we chose to just sit down. We had a marvelous, engaging conversation with Rose while she developed the film. In addition to being bubbly, she was also very smart, and very funny. And, she was pretty damn sexy. Ann kept staring at Rose, looking at her attire, and how she carried herself. 

"So...West Virginia, huh? I would imagine that's going to be quite a difference from California," Rose said with a grin.

"Sure...but I'm ready," Ann said with a wink to me.

"Are you going to keep taking pictures like this out there?" 

Ann looked at me and shrugged her shoulders. "Well, probably. But we'll likely have to go back to using the Polaroid. I can't imagine anyone out there is going to be developing the kind of pictures we like to take." It was a change from how she felt back at the restaurant, but I understood her logic...and her concerns.

"Ooh...Half Moon Bay! I love it there. Wow Ann, you look amazing," Rose said holding up a picture of Ann perched up on the rock. "I think once you see how these turn out...you may want change your mind."

Ann walked over and looked at it closer, seeing the quality of the image on the photo paper, comparing it in her mind to the ones we'd been taking with the Polaroid. Her eyes got wide, and I could see her body shake a little.

Rose pulled another one out of the machine. Staring at it for just a moment, she said, "Now THAT is hot!" She handed it to Ann, whose eyes got even wider than they were a moment before. Ann turned it toward me, so I could see it. It was one of the ones of Ann spreading her pussy for me while showing off her ring.

Rose looked over Ann's shoulder when Ann was looking at it again. "You know, that's more than just an explicit picture, Ann. It's actually more of the erotic variety...even artistic. I love the way your engagement ring is like the centerpiece of the picture. It makes your pussy like the backdrop. That was very well done."

"Wow...you seem to look at that a lot deeper than I did, and I'm the one that took it," I said, a little shocked at how Rose was describing the photo more as art than as...well, two people having a little fantasy fun on a Tuesday afternoon.

"Like I said, I do a few roles of these every day, Neil. I really don't look at that many anymore. I just kind of go on auto pilot and process them. But, every once in a while I see some that are really hot, and they catch my eye. Of course, it helps if the people in the pictures are hot too," she laughed.

"You're sweet, Rose," Ann said as she handed the pictures back to her. 

Rose put them back in the pile, and finished up the pictures in another couple of minutes. As we followed her back our front, she put the envelope of pictures in a bag for us. I asked how much, and Rose said, "Fifteen." 

"That's it?" I asked, thinking it would be a lot more for a rush job. 

"No...just fifteen dollars."

I handed her a twenty and said, "I think twenty sounds more reasonable. After all, you let us use your couch."

"You sat on it...you didn't USE it. But that's okay. Thanks for the tip."

"Thank you," Ann said, taking the bag. 

Rose looked at Ann and said, "So...did you change your mind?"

"About what?" Ann asked.

"About sticking to your plan and using the Polaroid. You have to admit, the pictures I just developed have got to be light years better than the ones you've been taking...right?"

"Well, of course they are. But like I said..."

"I know what you said. Look, I'm a struggling business owner Ann, and when I get a chance to make a connection with new customers like you and Neil, I act."

"What are you getting at?" I asked.

"Point blank...would you rather take pictures like these with a Polaroid, or with a 35 millimeter?"

I started to speak, but Ann spoke for both of us when she said, "The thirty-five."

"Good," Rose said, sliding a dozen of her business cards across the counter. "Take the pictures, and mail the film to me. I'll develop them the same day I get them, and have them back in the mail by the next business day. The same day if I get them in time to send back out."

"Really?" Ann said excitedly.

"Yep. Truthfully, it's the fastest growing area of my business. I charge fifteen bucks for every roll of 36 you send me. But, if you send me four rolls of film, I'll do a fifth one for free. For sixty bucks, you'll get a hundred and eighty 4 by 6 prints. And that saves on the postage too." 

Ann looked at me, and I winked at her. Ann smiled at Rose and said, "You know Rose, I've never liked the idea of this before today, because I didn't like to think of some strange guy looking at me. But I feel totally different about it now...now that I've met you, and I know you'd be the one developing them. You ARE going to be the one doing the developing, right?"

"I promise Ann...I'm the only one that will see them. You have my word."

"Good, because I have a feeling you're going to be getting a package from us next week. We have a long trip ahead of us, and we have to find something to do to entertain ourselves along the way."

Rose laughed and said, "I'll keep an eye out." Ann picked up one of the cards Rose had scooted across the counter, and Rose said, "Take them all."

"Why would we need all of them," Ann asked.

"Because the analysis I've done on the growth of my business has told me that I get most of my new customers by word of mouth. That's how you got here, didn't you?"

"How did you know?" I asked.

"Just a feeling...but I was right. So, if I do a good job for you, I hope you'll tell your friends." 

Ann picked up the rest of the cards and stuffed them in the back pocket of her shorts. "We'd be happy too," she said with a grin.

"Thanks. You two have a safe trip."

"We will, Rose...thanks again," I said as I opened the door for Ann.

~*~*~*~*~*~

I was having another déjà vu moment, but reversed. As I flipped through the photos that Rose had processed, I thought of Ann, doing the same thing with the Polaroid pictures we'd just taken after we visited the Botanical Gardens in Fort Wayne. Most of the pictures I was looking at were ordinary ones, taken before we'd made the spur of the moment decision on the beach to use the better camera for taking the hotter pictures. But the hotter ones were...fucking HOT! 

We were out of the city, having taken I-80 across the Bay Bridge, and we were following it northeast towards Sacramento. Ann glanced over at me as I was looking at a picture that had made me want to use the better camera in the first place. I was mesmerized by Ann's pussy, and the ring on her finger as she deftly spread her pink slit for me.

"What are you thinking about, baby?" Ann said with a smirk.

"I'm thinking this is the hottest picture I've ever seen."

"You sure you weren't thinking about something else?"

"Like what?"

"Well, you keep staring at that picture, and I keep thinking that you haven't asked me about Missy...and her ring. In fact, you haven't asked me about Missy at all."

I was surprised that Ann brought it up. I was more amazed that I hadn't. But then again, there really hadn't been an opportune moment before. When Ann and I had gotten home the night before, we were too charged up from all we'd been through at the going away party. And Ann really wasn't in a receptive mood earlier in the day because she'd said goodbye to Dana's daughters, which had been a lot more difficult than she'd thought it would be. And once she'd gotten past that, we'd been pre-occupied with our sightseeing tour. And I had seen some of the most amazing sights, the most memorable of those being Ann, in various stages of undress.

That Ann brought the subject up first, or even at all, kind of floored me. My grin must have given away my thoughts, because Ann started giggling and said, "I don't think I've ever seen you at a loss for words before, baby."

"I'm just trying to think of where would be the best place to start this conversation. There are so many things jumping into my head it's hard to decide."

"How about you let me start it then?" 

"Sure...go ahead. What's on YOUR mind?"

"The pussy ring...same thing that's on your mind. I suppose you think I should go out and get my labia pierced like Missy, don't you?"

My eyes snapped open, and I rocked back in my seat at the way she'd stated her thought. I stammered a little, my reaction coming out way too fast, backpedalling from the conversation altogether. "Whoa...Ann. I never said that. I..."




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 48



Ann's smile was disarming, and she said, "Relax, Neil. It's alright. I'm not mad. I'm curious. I can see you staring at the picture. You see my pussy, and you see a ring. It's only natural that you put two and two together." 

I looked at her, quizzically. A smirk crossed my face, and I said, "You obviously were thinking about it too. The way you placed your hand there...and you were moving your ring with your thumb. You wanted me to notice it. You wanted me to think that."

And flashed a quick, sexy grin and said, "Maybe."

"Maybe? What do you mean by...maybe?"

"Like I said, I'm curious."

"Curious? About what?"

"Your reaction. You seemed to get really excited when I did that. Was that because of me, or was it because you were thinking of Missy's cute pussy ring."

I could see where this was going. Ann wasn't jealous. I could tell that she was excited, and she was trying to build on that feeling by teasing me. And she was doing it by trying to ensnare me into her web of words. 

Realizing that I knew what she was doing, I quickly regained my composure and went on the offensive. I flashed my own sexy grin, and I moved in my seat, toward Ann...getting closer to her as he drove. "Cute, huh?"

"What?" Ann said, shaking her head quickly.

"You just said Missy's pussy ring was cute. What did you think was cute about it?"

"WOW...that was VERY nice!" Ann said, looking astonished.

I shook my head quickly. "What was nice?" "How you turned that back on me. I thought I'd get you squirming by teasing you a little bit, and the next thing I know, you've got me on the hot seat instead. That was really impressive." I shot Ann a look, and she batted her big brown eyes and said, "I'm stalling again, aren't I?"

Thinking about Ann's propensity to struggle with telling me things from time to time, I grinned. "That's okay, Ann...I think THAT's kind of cute. At least it is when you catch yourself doing it. So...tell me about it?"

"About what?" Ann said, being coy. 

"Missy...and her ring."

I thought Ann was going to draw the story out, but I was wrong. Since she was the one that brought it up in the first place, I quickly found out that she WANTED to talk about it. She told me that she and Missy went back into the room that Gloria had taken us into before...the room Ann and I had used when she jacked me off with her feet. And according to Ann, she and Missy didn't waste any time, because they didn't know how much time they had, and Ann didn't want to be missing in action from the party for too long. 

Ann said she had Missy sit in the same chair I'd sat in, and she got down on her knees in front of her friend. When Missy sat down, she pulled the back of her dress up so that she sat down on her bare ass. Ann said when she got down on the floor in position in front of the chair...Missy pulled her dress up her thighs, and slowly spread her legs.

"So," I asked, "what did you think?"

"About the ring? Or are you asking about the fact that my friend was showing me her pussy? OR, are you asking about what I thought about eating her pussy?" Ann giggled.

"Wow...uh...well, let's start with the ring?"

"You only get to ask me one question," Ann said, teasing me. I reached over and grabbed the tab on the zipper of Ann's top, pulling it down quickly so it hung loose in from of her. "What was that for?" she laughed.

"For teasing me. If you tease me, I'm going to tease you back," I said as my hand moved up her stomach and cupped her left breast. As I squeezed the soft flesh, Ann moaned and closed her eyes. I quickly grabbed her nipple and pinched it.

"HEEEY...and what was THAT for?" 

"You're driving, Ann...you can't close your eyes just because I squeezed your tit."

She bit her lower lip as she smiled softly. "I can't help it. It felt so gooood!"

I pulled her nipple again, and she yelped. "Stop stalling. I never said my teasing couldn't be painful."

Ann grinned as she snickered, "Okay, lover. I'm sorry. So...what did I think about the ring? Well, it was...interesting."

"Interesting? Is that a good interesting, or a bad interesting?"

"That would depend entirely on whether you want me to get one or not."

"I never asked you to get one Ann."

"I know. But you liked it on Missy...and you must have an opinion. Why else would you be asking me?"

"I'm pretty sure YOU brought this up."

Ann tilted her head toward her shoulder, and acted bashful. "Oh...yeah. I guess I did."

"Anna?" I said, reaching for her right nipple, rolling it between my thumb and finger."

"Mmmmm...that feels good too!" Ann's expression was practically asking me to yank on her other tender nub, and I did, making her wince. The car moved slightly as she pulled just a touch on the steering wheel. "Whoa...okay. No more of that. I guess I better just tell you."

"Tell me what?"

"I'm not ready to get a ring in my pussy."

"Uh...again...I never asked you to."

"I know, I know! Look, I just don't want to disappoint you."

"What?" I said looking at her like she had suddenly lost her mind.

"Neil, I know you never asked me to get one. But you're lying if you say Missy's didn't turn you on. Hell, I think it turned ME on just a little."

"Uh...why am I suddenly uncomfortable with where this conversation is going?"

Ann looked at me, batting her big dark eyes again in my direction. Her smile was oddly reassuring. "Baby, it is okay to admit that it turned you on. Really...it is."

"If it's okay, then why are you making it sound like you're going down some jealousy road?"

Ann sighed. "Okay...that's a fair question. Look, I'm not jealous of Missy. I'm not jealous of anybody. If I was, I certainly wouldn't have let you and Dana do what you did. And if I thought for a second that you were the jealous type, I wouldn't have done what I did with Chad. Hell, I'm glad you think Missy is hot...I'd be a little worried about you if you didn't. And I'm not going to be one of those wives that marries you, and then starts changing the rules. If a good looking woman walks by and you look at her, I'm not going to get upset. I'm only going to get upset if you stop looking at me."

Ann sighed again. And I think I knew where she was going. "Ann, I love you. Not what you wear. Well...that's not true...I love the things you wear," I laughed.

"You see!" she said, wondering if I was serious.

"Anna...stop it. I love what you wear, because it's you, and your personality coming out. If you want to get pierced, get pierced. If you don't, then don't. But I'm never going to tell you to, I'm never going to pressure you to, and I'm certainly never going to think that you don't look hot because you didn't. You're already the hottest woman I've ever met. If you got any hotter, I don't think I could take it."

"What do you mean you couldn't take it?"

I leaned closer to Ann, and put my right hand between her legs, cupping her mound. I slowly rubbed my finger back and forth along the material of her shorts, feeling the wetness. I was sure a lot of that was just naturally Ann. But I couldn't help but wonder just how much of that moisture was my cum. Even though it had been a couple of hours, I was sure she was still seeping some. 

I brushed Ann's hair from the side of her face, and leaned in to kiss her cheek. Ann's shorts were so tight, I could feel the little bump where her clit was, and I rubbed it with my finger, putting pressure on it. Ann sucked in her breath, and had to open her eyes wider to concentrate on her driving. Leaning in close to Ann's ear, I said, "If this little pussy was any hotter, it would melt my big dick off. I'm not sure either of us wants to take that chance."

I could feel the heat between Ann's thighs, and I could picture the steam coming from her slightly parted lips as she exhaled through her teeth. She WAS hot, and I had just made her feel a lot hotter. I moved back to my seat, not wanting to distract Ann any further than I already had. Her body shook a little, and then she shook her head to try and gather herself. 

"So...you're okay if I don't want to get it done...right?"

"I don't know how else to say it, babe. You're perfect just the way you are."

"Okay...I'll think about it."

"What?" I said, stunned.

"Oh...I'm not going to do it today. Or anytime soon. I just want to think about it."

"Ann, what the fuck are you doing to me?" I said as I shook MY head. "I just got done telling you I don't care if you don't get one."

"You also said you don't care if I do...which means it's up to me to decide. And I'm going to think about it."

"Good God, Ann! You really make things complicated sometimes!"

"I'm a woman, Neil. I wouldn't want you to think I was predictable. The truth is, I DO think it was sexy...on Missy. Me, I don't know. I'll have to give it some thought...a LOT of thought, really. But since it won't be today, it will probably be never. It's not like they do that sort of thing in Indiana or West Virginia. If I was ever going to get it done, we were just in the one city in the country that it would make the most sense to have it done, don't you think?"

I wasn't arguing, because I still couldn't figure out how the conversation just changed. Ann looked at me, and I couldn't help but laugh. She seemed to be a walking contradiction. But that made me love her all the more. I didn't want her to be predictable. I didn't want her to be ordinary. I wanted her to be Ann. And while I was still trying to figure out who that was, it made me smile to think that I may never know because she WAS so unpredictable. And THAT thought excited me to no end.

Plus, Ann was right. At the time, it wasn't that popular a phenomenon to get your body pierced. Not like it is in today's world. Piercings and tattoos weren't all that common...and if you wanted either, you really had to go to a big city. She certainly wasn't going to find that in rural Indiana, or in West Virginia. San Francisco would have been the ideal place...and we were going about as far away as we could go from there and still be on the continent. But the look in Ann's eyes told me she was thinking about it.

"Wow," was all I could say.

"I know baby. I'm sorry that I do that to you. I just can't help myself...I get myself all twisted up when I think about things. Like I said, I really loved the way it looked on Missy. But that doesn't mean I can't do some things that make me look hotter to you."

"I'm afraid to ask what you mean by that," I laughed.

"You'll see...tonight," she said, making my jaw drop open.

~*~*~*~*~*~

"SO...do you wanna talk about me eating Missy's pussy now?" Ann asked as she slid back into the driver's seat and shut the door. She had a big paper bag in her hand, the top rolled up neatly to keep it shut, and as she stuffed it behind her seat next to the door, she slipped the key into the ignition and started the car.

It was obvious Ann was trying to distract me from what she had been carrying. We'd stopped at a drug store after we'd gotten off the exit near Sacramento where she said we needed to use to go wherever we were going. She didn't warn me when she pulled into the parking lot. She just whipped in and said she needed to get a couple of things, and she told me to stay put. It wasn't like she ordered me, but I knew from the tone of her voice that she wanted me to remain in the car for a reason. When she came back about ten minutes later with a bag of...well, something, she decided to use a diversionary tactic so that I wouldn't ask about it.

And it worked. I knew why she'd said what she said as got into the car. It wasn't that hard to figure out. And under normal circumstances, I would have honed right in on the bag and its contents, and tried to get it out of her. But Ann had selected the perfect subject to throw me off stride. I'd never been one that could be described as impatient. To the contrary, patience was really one of my strong suits. And I called on that ability once Ann suggested her topic for conversation. Whatever was in the bag could wait. 

I think I surprised Ann when I said, "Please...go on."

"Oh...okay. Well, I ate Missy's pussy."

"Very funny," I laughed.

"Well, I did."

"And how was it?" I asked, as I started to reach for her nipple again.

Ann grabbed my hand, bringing it to her mouth. She licked at my fingertips for a moment, and said, "I'm not stalling, Neil. You don't need to make me tell you. I want to."

"So tell me already."

"It was different."

"Different...how?"

"It was just different than it was with Dana. Missy was different. I mean, I know all people are different, but I didn't realize it would be...different!"

"Didn't you like it?"

"Oh...I loved it. I loved Dana too. It just surprised me a little that it was different."

"Why...guys are different. You can't tell me that all cocks are the same."

"Oh, hell no," she laughed, staring at the bulge in my shorts. "YOU'RE different...trust me! But I guess I'm used to the fact that guys are never the same. I never thought of women being THAT different. I figured they would all be pretty close to the same."

"Well, you're not like any woman I've ever been with...on any level. And that is such a good thing," I said with a smile.

"Thanks, baby. I guess what I'm trying to say is that they were more different than I had considered possible. I'm sure part of it is that Dana's had kids...and Missy hasn't. Dana seemed to have a bigger pussy. But Missy lips were fuller. Then again, Dana has a bigger clit. But Missy's seemed WAY more sensitive...and each of them liked different things. Actually, it was fun to figure out what Missy liked, compared to Dana."

"Wow...you're becoming..."

"Don't get ahead of yourself. I liked it. And I know I'll do it again. I know I have to with Carol...and I think I'm actually looking forward to that now. But I'm not sure you could classify me as bisexual just yet."

"I don't want to classify you, Ann. I just want you to have fun and be happy. But for the record, you actually said you LOVED it."

Ann blushed a little, and she shrugged sheepishly. "Well, I had fun...but maybe 'love' was a little strong. I'll go in between and say I really liked it."

"Right...you loved it," said with a smirk.

"Whatever," Ann laughed. "...anyway, Dana's a little sweeter than Missy. I mean, she tastes a little sweeter...but they both...holy shit! Will you listen to me...I DO sound like I'm Bi. Hell, I'm comparing how they fucking taste. WOW!"

"They do taste different Ann. That's one of the reasons I love eating women...they all taste a little different, and they all have different things they like that get them to cum for you."

Ann looked at me, her eyes widened. "Wait a minute. How do YOU know Missy tastes different than Dana?"

"I was saying that as a general statement...that all women taste different. But if you remember, I finger fucked Missy, and I licked my fingers afterwards. And she cums a lot...so my hand was really, really wet. And, I kissed you after you ate her, remember?"

Ann smiled and said, "She does cum a lot, doesn't she? Do you remember how wet my face was when I kissed you?" 

"Yes, I do...I think everyone you walked past saw how wet your face was. They just didn't know why." 

Ann shivered a little and said, "Well, I did have my tongue pretty deep in her pussy." 

She reached over and put her hand on my leg. My cock was semi hard, and growing fast. I wanted her to reach farther up my leg and touch my crotch, but she stopped. She was playing with the edge of my shorts, her fingertips running underneath the material. Her hand ran farther up my leg, but she was constricted by my shorts. I groaned as she tickled my thigh, her nails lightly moving along my skin.

But she knew she wouldn't touch my cock...and that seemed to be part of her plan. My cock was nestled down the right leg of my shorts, where it always was. But Ann was playing with my left leg, the material keeping her hand safely away from any part of my cock or balls. It gave the appearance that she was trying to please me, all the while knowing that it was teasing me instead, and driving me wild. My cock was now fully hard...and painfully trapped inside the man made prison that was my shorts. 

Ann started talking to me, telling me how great it felt to stick her tongue deep into Missy's pussy, and how amazing it was to suck on her clit. She described what she did, and how she did it, all in a low, husky voice. It wasn't her natural voice...she had dropped it lower, attempting to sound more sultry and sexy. And it was working. A shiver when down my spine as I thought about all the ways she could use that voice in the future to turn me on. 

And Ann knew that it was having an effect, saying, "You like me talking like this, don't you lover?"

I slowly nodded my head, and said, "Um hmm."

"Would you like me to talk like this more often for you?" she said, pulling her hand out of the leg of my shorts, and running her fingers along the inside of my thigh until she rested her nails on my balls.

"Um hmm," I moaned, playing along with her teasing.

"Okay...but don't get TOO used to it, because it kind of hurts my throat." I cracked up laughing, but Ann just smiled and continued talking, and teasing me as she drove us to wherever we were going next.

~*~*~*~*~*~

It was a cool night in Northern California. Ann and I had taken a stroll down the city streets of Sacramento. Well, they were more of the neighborhood streets, but they were in the area of midtown. We were a little off what could be considered the beaten path. We were in the city, but as we walked the tree lined footpath on an early fall night, it felt closer to a walk in a small town. The nip in the air brought us closer together. We'd started out holding hands, but as the temperature dropped, along with the sun over the mountains, my right arm found it's way around Ann's shoulder; her left arm hugging me at the waist. Pulling her to me, I felt the warmth of her body, and my heart beat a little faster. It made me realize that a phrase like 'romance was in the air' was not just a corny saying...I felt it. 

Ann had booked a room at an amazing Bed & Breakfast in the heart of the city. It was a Colonial structure built in the late 1800's, and it was a stately, regal place. Walking into the foyer, it was like we'd gone back in time. With the antique furniture, and the period décor, if felt like walking into a manor back at the turn of the century, but with some modern amenities.

We'd checked in with what would become our overnight bags, but Ann was in the mood to walk. We'd been in the car a lot of the day, and we'd be trapped in it over the next several ones as we made our way to Indiana, so she wanted to get out and stretch her legs. I had an idea of how to stretch them a different way, since she'd been teasing me the last hour, but I stayed in a patient frame of mind and went along with it. And frankly, we created a magical memory as we slowly ambled down the sidewalk

Ann had said she was getting cold toward the end of our walk, and it didn't help matters that I had lowered the zipper on her hoodie again. Not all the way, but enough that the inside of her fleshy tits were showing, along with her navel. But she didn't argue. In fact, I caught a hint of disappointment in Ann's reaction when I didn't lower the zipper all the way. She had gotten so into the idea of being an exhibitionist that she was turned on...but it was one of those cases where I needed to MAKE her do it. And I was teasing her, like she had me.

I'd zipped her top back up once we got back to the B&B, and I kissed her before we walked inside, standing inside each other's arms out on the front porch. Ann finally took my hand and led me through the doorway, back into the foyer of the house. To the side, there was a fireplace in a living room type setting, and she pulled me in with her.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 48



"I need to warm up for a minute," she said as we sat on a couch near the roaring fire. But the fire didn't warm me up as much as when she kissed me again. As Ann's tongue searched my mouth, I felt a flush of heat run through me as I realized we were necking on the couch in this public room. I wasn't embarrassed...I was turned on, and ready to head to the room. 

I thought Ann felt the same way as she stood up and held out her hands, taking mine in her palms. I stood up and took her into my arms, kissing her one more time. I was close to just lifting her, and carrying her off, but she broke off the kiss. We headed silently towards the stairs, and I couldn't take my eyes off of her. And hers never left mine. I'm amazed we actually made it to the door of our room without walking into something.

Once inside the door, Ann let go of my hand, and she walked over to her overnight bag. She picked it up...along with the big brown paper bag she's brought in with us. I still hadn't questioned her about what she'd bought at the drug store...but it was a bigger bag than I had first thought. She'd done an amazing job concealing it, not only when she put it in the car, but carrying it to the room. I probably didn't notice the size because I didn't really care at the time. I'd been so focused on Ann, she could have been carrying just about anything and I wouldn't have noticed.

I closed the door to the room, and turned back to Ann, who was standing at the doorway to the bathroom. "I'm going to need a little time to get ready for you, baby. I hope you don't mind."

"Really?" I said in a whiny, teasing voice, pretending to be upset. I figured she was going to prep herself, and maybe even give herself an enema. With the thought of getting the chance to fuck her amazing, tight ass, I wasn't going to argue about having to wait a few extra minutes, or whatever it took. But I also wanted Ann to know I wanted her. I didn't need to fuck her ass...I just needed to fuck her, period.

"Yes, lover. It shouldn't take more than an hour and a half." 

I was puzzled by the expression on Ann's face, because it wasn't what I expected. It was sweet, and innocent. It was her normal, angelic, loving smile. "You're being serious, aren't you?" 

"Uh huh...is that okay?"

"Ninety minutes? Ann, it's after nine now...and we've got a long day tomorrow...and the rest of the week! I don't want to rush tonight, babe. I wanted to take my time."

Ann walked over to me, and patted my face with her hand before kissing me. "Sweetheart, I need a little time. And we're not going to rush...we're going to take our time tonight, and enjoy each other as much as we want. I'm going to make sure we're both relaxed tonight, and then we'll get a great night's sleep. Besides, we've got 5 days to get to Indiana...so we don't have to be in any hurry."

I kind of panicked for a moment. I didn't know what Tina and Nancy had been able to work out for the week, if anything. But I did have reservations for the first night...and that meant we had a long drive ahead of us the next day. Yet, the last thing I wanted to do was blurt out that I had plans for the rest of the week, and in the process, spoil the ones Ann had for our night. The worst thing I could do was say something and change whatever Ann had in mind for our evening together, only to find out later that there was nothing to look forward to the rest of the week. 

Ann felt my tension, and she kissed me again, tenderly. "Don't worry, baby. That's what this is all about tonight. I don't want to be keyed up in the car for the rest of the week. I want us to start out in the right frame of mine. I promise you, I'm going to make the wait tonight worth your while, and you'll still be rested in the morning. And remember, we're both going to drive, so we can sleep some on the way when we need to."

I was at another one of those little crossroads in our relationship where I needed to shut up and trust. If I was going to ask Ann to do the same thing the rest of our trip home, and let me be the 'entertainment director' for the next five days, then I needed to relax and turn over the reigns of our evening to her...fully.

"Okay babe. Take as much time as you need."

Ann got excited. She got up on her toes and kissed my forehead. "I love you, Neil. You are so amazing!"

I didn't really get why she said I was amazing, but I was in 'shut up' mode, so I didn't bother to ask. She was happy I'd agreed to be patient, and that was all that mattered to me. As she turned, I patted her on her hard ass, and she skipped a little, giggling as she walked into the bathroom.

I thought she was going to close the door, but she left it open. I shook my head, and started to walk over to the big antique rocker that was in the far corner of the room, and read the complimentary newspaper that was on the end table next to it. I could hear the unmistakable sound of the paper bag filled with whatever Ann had bought at the drug store being opened. I smiled behind my paper as I thought of Ann once again going to great lengths in order to surprise me. Greater, it turns out, than I ever dreamed.

"Baby...which one do you think you'd like more? Red or blond?" Ann called out to me from the bathroom.

"What?" I asked, the question she'd asked not registering all that well.

She poked her head around the corner and said, "Which do you like better, redheads or blonds?"

I peered over the top of my paper and laughed. "Is that some kind of trick question?"

"No, baby. Seriously, which do you like better?"

Now, my normal reaction would have been blond, if for no other reason than while it was true that I had become more attracted to redheads since I'd been intimate with Denise and Nancy, it still wasn't my 'favorite' hair color on a woman. But something told me that this wasn't just some generic question that had popped into Ann's head. I'm sure my face contorted a little as I mulled about how to answer her, but in the end, I continued to question the reason for the question. 

"What in the world are you asking me that for?"

Ann stepped out of from behind the wall, into the open doorway, and my eyes naturally shifted to her bronze tits. She was standing topless, and she said, "Because I don't know which one of these I should use, silly."

Taking my eyes off her chest, I saw that Ann was holding two boxes of Clairol Nice'n Easy hair coloring; a blond coloring kit in her left hand, and a deep red coloring kit in her right. "Ann, you can't be serious...really?"

She flashed a wicked grin and said, "I told you earlier, I was going to do something tonight to make me look even hotter. Now, which do you like better, red...or blond?"

I dropped my paper as my eyes snapped wide open, along with my mouth. "ANN! What are you thinking? I already told you...you can't GET any hotter."

"Sure I can."

"No...you can't...not to me! You're already the hottest woman on the planet to me. I love your hair just the way it is. It's perfect, just like the rest of you."

Ann's wide smile warmed my heart, and she said, "You are so sweet, Neil. But sometimes change can be really exciting...just like my tan. I know you liked the tan lines, but I can tell you like this too."

"Okay...point taken. But that doesn't make mean it's hotter. They're both just as hot."

"So, then is shouldn't matter if I color my hair then, should it. So, which is it? Red, or blond?"

I put my hands over my face, rubbing my forehead, trying to get my brain around what she wanted to do. Would I stop loving her if she were a blond for a while, or a redhead? Of course not. And I didn't control Ann...and I didn't want to. Why should it matter to me if she changed her hair color?

I finally sighed and said, "I don't know Ann. I love you. No matter what you do to your hair, that isn't going to change."

She smiled again and said, "Okay...but I'm still giving you a choice." My brain was telling me to scream out blond, but my heart was telling me it didn't matter. Ann WOULD be hot, not matter what. As I sat silently, trying to think over my options, Ann said "Boy, I thought women had trouble making decisions. You know, I have another off brand one that I bought. It's purple...would you like that instead?"

"Purple?" I said, wondering if she was serious.

Ann moved back into the bathroom and came back with a third box...that was indeed purple. "Uh...I don't think so," I said with a laugh.

"Good...you at least decided that. So, what'll it be?"

I sighed again and said, "I'm really okay with either one, Ann. You told me were going to surprise me tonight. I'm sure you meant this amazing place we're staying at, but we might as well make a night of it...surprise me."

Ann shrugged her shoulder and said, "Okay...no complaining if I pick the one you really didn't like."

"You have my word, babe," I said as she closed the door.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Now my patience WAS being tested. I'd already read all of the parts of the newspaper that had interested me, and several more that hadn't. Yet, I still ended up with time to kill. I had no interest in turning on the television, because I didn't want to get engrossed in anything other than Ann. I was up, pacing around the room, and decided that I'd done that enough as well.

Knocking on the door to the bathroom, I said, "Babe, I'm going down to the lobby for a while. Just call down when you're ready."

Ann laughed and said, "Okay, lover. It shouldn't be that much longer."

I looked at my watch as I walked down the stairs. It had already been over an hour. I wondered how much longer it would be, and if I would still be in the mood once she was finished. I chuckled at that thought. I was, after all, a man. If the countdown to launch had to be suspended for some reason, it was ridiculous to think that I'd just scrub the mission altogether. Once I got the go ahead from Ann at mission control to resume the launch sequence, I knew it would only be a second or two to refuel the rocket inside my shorts for liftoff. 

I stepped out on the front porch for a couple of minutes to get some fresh air and clear my mind a little. Just being outdoors in the cool night air seemed to get me back to being relaxed. The smell of the fire burning in the fireplace rolled through the air along with the smoke from the chimney, and I breathed deep to catch the aroma, and embrace it. I could feel myself grinning as I closed my eyes.

Starting to feel the chill, I went back inside and had a seat on the couch next to the fire. As I watched the embers glowing underneath the charring wood, I heard the popping and crackling caused by the flames. It made me think of the noises I'd heard from behind the wall in our room. I had heard all kinds of odd little sounds emanating from the bathroom. I could only imagine what Ann was doing in there besides coloring her hair. Although I was pretty certain she had indeed given herself one, if not several enemas. 

I closed my eyes again as I thought about Ann, taking her time, primping herself for her lover. A pang of guilt ran through me for just a moment, thinking about how I had pretended to whine about having to wait on her. "I shouldn't have done that," I said to myself, regretting the moment.

Ann wanted some alone time, on the pretense of getting herself ready for me...for us. But even if she just wanted some alone time for herself, was that such a bad thing? I though about what lie ahead for the two of us. If the loosely formulated plan I'd hatched with Nancy and Tina would come to fruition, we were looking at a four day road trip, traveling over two thousand miles in a tiny, cramped car. We would be driving an average of about 500 miles each day, some more, some less. But we'd be doing it together, which meant that while we loved each other, we were going to be trapped, with no chance to get some breathing room for ourselves.

As that thought sank into my head, I realized that Ann was enjoying what was probably going to be the last significant alone time she'd get for the next several days. And so was I. I really loved Ann. And I couldn't wait to be married. But I knew that this trip would be a real test for us. A test of whether we really were meant to be. We'd dated for less than a week. We'd spent the last four days getting to know each other all over again. In between, we'd been separated for over three months. In all honesty, we were still getting to know each other, even though we were engaged.

I wasn't doubting the plans to get married, or that we loved each other. I wasn't doubting anything, really. But I was smart enough to know that two people, no matter how much they love each other, will eventually get on each other's nerves on a long cross country trip, especially when the start getting overly tired and cranky. I could envision tension kicking in somewhere over the course of the trip. My prediction was Iowa, because I pictured it being flat and boring to drive through, and we'd be at least three days into the trip, which would engage the 'tired and cranky' factor. 

That was, unless Tina had been able to come through. If she had been able to work with Nancy, and work out something...anything, along the lines of what I had in mind, the trip would go from being potentially filled with frayed nerves and edginess, to one filled with sexual adventure and anticipation. 

Yet as I was sitting there next to the fire with my eyes closes, I had a revelation. My lids opened, the glow of the flames flashing around the dimly lit room. I became inspired, and a little voice went off inside my head, giving myself a little pep talk. I encouraged myself, saying "You don't need any help making this trip a sexual adventure, Thomas! You can do it all by yourself if you have to!"

All kinds of erotic visions started flashing into my brain, rapid and random like the flickering flashes coming from the fireplace. They played together like grainy images of film dancing on a movie screen; bits and pieces of scenes that we could play out on our trip. All of them were singular ideas and themes that seemed to weave together to create a common thread throughout. The more I sat there, the more I was convinced that I could find ways to fight off any boredom or tension might arise on the trip, with or without any help from my accomplices back home in Indiana.

I'd been alone in the living room of the romantic Bed and Breakfast we were staying at for about a half hour since I'd come back in from the chilly front porch. Sitting in virtual silence, the only noise that of the burning logs in the fireplace. Noticing some movement to my left, I turned my head slightly to see Ann walking gracefully into the room. 

She was wearing a short little Kimono, different from the multi-colored one I'd seen her in before. This one was a silky, shiny black one, with a golden butterfly above her left breast. She wore that along with a pair of 5 inch yellow stilettos. The top of the little robe was tied tightly, keeping her totally covered. As she moved toward me, my eyes bugged out as I looked at her. I couldn't believe my eyes.

She stood in front of me, our eyes connecting. She glanced down at my legs, and I could tell from her body language that she wanted me to uncross them. When I did, she straddled my thighs, sitting on them as she faced me. It was only then that she offered an impish little smile. 

"I...I thought you were going to color your hair?" I said, looking at the brown soft curls of her long, permed locks. 

Ann put her finger to my lips, and said, "Shhhhh. We can talk about that later, baby. I've made you wait long enough. I've got everything ready. Why don't we go upstairs and make up for lost time."

"But I thought you were going to..."

Ann leaned forward and pressed her lips against my, her tongue gently parting my mouth and flicking at my teeth. It was a wet, sexy kiss. As she searched for my tongue with hers, I could feel one of her hands moving between us. When she pulled away from me, I knew that she had untied the sash holding her robe closed. Ann moved her hands towards the edges of the material and grasped it. She got a naughty twinkle her her deep brown eyes, and she slowly opened the Kimono for me, showing me her amazing bronze tits. 

Standing up, Ann posed for me, and my eyes were drawn to the bright yellow thong she was wearing, and how it contrasted against her deep tan. Looking back up at her eyes, Ann winked at me as she fondled her tits, her thumbs playing with her nipples. 

"Now that I have the full attention you and your cock, shall we go upstairs?"

I nodded, and Ann tied the front of the robe, covering herself back up. Taking my hand, she pulled me off of the couch and we headed back to our room, Ann sort of leading me along, walking a little in front of me. When we got to the door, I pulled out the room key and unlocked it. Opening it for her, Ann stepped through and quickly took off the robe, throwing it at the foot of the bed. I watched her bare ass, her cheeks bouncing slightly as she walked. The floss thin yellow string appeared like magic from between those her tight tanned buns, morphing into the little band that ran around her waist to hold the thong up. 

Ann stopped at the door of the bathroom, her feet inches apart as she stood with her hands on her hips. Looking over her shoulder, she winked and nodded. I turned to realize I hadn't bothered to close the door. Standing there in silence in the hallway, was an extremely handsome silver haired gentleman in what appeared to be a very expensive tailored suit standing in the hallway, looking past my shoulder. My guess was in was in his mid 50's, and he was very tan, and appeared to be very fit. He was staring at my fiancee's nearly naked backside, and he seemed frozen in place, unable to move. It was hard to blame him, since I'd done the same thing. 

I moved farther inside the room, and in doing so, I gave the gentleman admirer an unobstructed view. Grasping the edge of the door to close it, I smiled at him.

"Neil, wait a second," Ann said from behind me.

I turned to look at Ann, and I could see in her eyes even from across the room that they were filled with excitement. She was turned on by the thought of an older gentleman ogling her body. Instead of hiding herself, and slowly turned around, showing us both her perfect upturned breasts and her hard abdomen. I heard a soft sigh behind me, and I'm pretty sure I mimicked it. 

Ann giggled as she completed her slow pirouette. When she was back in her original position, she looked over her shoulder again to make sure we were both still watching. The older man behind me had moved a half step closer to get a better look, but he stopped there, not wanting to frighten Ann and make her stop. She moved her hands from her hips, sliding them slightly lower along her skin, until her thumbs hooked inside the elastic band of her thong. 

As she stretched that string wide, and slowly lowered it down her thighs, she bent at the waist. The man behind me gasped quietly and whispered, "Oh sweet heaven," loud enough for me to hear it, but I was sure it was too quiet for Ann to make out. That didn't seem to matter to Ann. She knew she had a captive audience, and she put on a delicious show. Lowering the bright garment all the way to the floor, she grabbed her ankles and flexed her ass, exposing her wet slit to us. As we both groaned, Ann giggled again. She stood upright, and spread her legs apart, lifting her feet very deliberately and planting them firmly onto the hardwood floor. 

Even though I knew what was coming, I still felt an electric jolt of excitement run through my body. Ann was about to give me what I'd often dreamed of; she was going to strike my favorite pose. But before she did, she glanced over her shoulder and said, "Baby, I'm thinking you should get the camera." 




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 49



I pressed down on the shutter, making the camera take a couple of pictures in a row, but my face pulled away from the viewfinder to stare at Ann with my own eyes. Hers eyes were fixed, showing their excitement as she looked at me. Mine were blinking, trying to make sense of what they saw. I was sure our guests heard the thud of my jaw hitting the floor in shock and elated surprise.

Behind me was Todd, the handsome voyeur who'd stumbled upon the two of us because I had neglected to close the door to our room. I had been too busy looking at Ann as she removed her robe for me. Todd also got an eyeful as he strolled by the open door. And now, as he stood in the doorway getting even more of one, he moaned loudly. 

Standing beside him was his beautiful wife Gracie, who had stumbled upon the THREE of us, because her husband hadn't returned to their room when she thought he should have. So she came looking for him. 

And she found a lot more as she looked at Ann, saying, "Wow...that is soooo..."

"HOT!" I said, finishing Gracie's sentence for her. And it was. 

I started grinning from ear to ear as Ann let out a little laugh and said, "Tell me baby...can you see it now?" 

~*~*~*~*~*~

Ann was standing near the bathroom door of our room at the spectacular Bed and Breakfast she'd booked us in near downtown Sacramento. She was naked, playing with her nipples as I watched, along with an attractive older couple that had happened to stumble upon us by accident. Ann had removed her robe as we walked in the door of our room, and I was so taken by her near naked form that I had forgotten to shut the door. 

Todd, a dashing gentleman in his late 50's, had noticed Ann's backside as he walked past our open door towards his own room. At the time, she was wearing just a bright yellow g-string, and it didn't cover anything from the angle that he had seen her. Instead, she looked totally naked. Todd stopped in his tracks, like any red blooded male with a pulse would have done, and Ann ended up showing him her bare tits by doing a little 360 degree spin on her yellow pumps. 

After that, she stripped out of her thong, and asked me to get the camera. That's when I noticed that Gracie, Todd's stunning platinum blond wife, had joined us. She wasn't a true blond...I was pretty sure her hair color was done at an expensive salon. But that didn't stop her from acting the part; that of being a blond now having more fun. That point was proven when Ann had stopped the little show she was putting on out of concern of Gracie being there and not knowing how she would react. Gracie insisted that Ann continue, knowing she was eventually going to be the one enjoying the benefits of the hard cock that Ann was creating inside Todd's tailored pants.

So Ann went on with her little show, bending over and exposing herself to the couple standing in the open doorway that led to the hall outside our room. Of course, Ann was more that willing to go on with the exhibitionist fantasy that was becoming more of a lifestyle with each passing day. And, she was showing herself to me, so that I could take pictures...something that seemed to shock Gracie.

When Ann finally turned around to face us all, she had held her hands low over her crotch, using her arms to push her perfect little breasts together, making them fuller and perkier, if it was possible for them to more perky than they usually were. She'd told me to get the camera ready, and the way she said it made me think she was going to strike another amazingly acrobatic pose. Instead, I got one of the best shocks of my life.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Ann looked hotter than I had ever seen her. And as I thought of that, I realized that she had pulled off what I didn't think could happen. We'd had a conversation earlier in the day, and I'd told her that she was already the hottest woman on the planet to me...so trying to improve on that was not only unnecessary, it was impossible. She had obviously looked upon that as some kind of challenge. And when it came to Ann, and challenges, she rarely fell short of whatever mark she was shooting for.

"Wow...she matches me!" Gracie said as she stared at Ann.

"Upstairs...yes," Todd said with a wicked little laugh.

"Well I never would have thought to have Ellen do the downstairs too," Gracie giggled.  "Now don't you wish you had?" Todd said grinning at his wife. She just nodded as she continued to stare at Ann.

Ann wasn't looking at her new admirers. She was looking at me, and she was looking for an answer to her question. "So?" she said, her smile wavering between somewhat confident and slightly nervous.

"Ann, that is the hottest thing I think I've ever seen. YES I can see it! And it's so fucking HOT!"

Ann had done exactly what she said she was going to do when she went into the bathroom a couple of hours before. She had colored her hair. She just left out the part that she was coloring her pubic hair, instead of the beautiful brown long, curly tresses that framed her angelic face. Ann kept a neatly trimmed 'landing strip' about three quarters of an inch wide, running from the top of her pussy to her bikini line. I'd fallen in love with it the first time I saw it. And I'd told Ann I never wanted her to shave it. 

But while the soft brown curls were enticingly noticeable when she'd had tan lines during her trip to Indiana, the three plus months of tanning without a bikini while we were apart had given Ann a deep bronze tan all over her body. And in doing so, it had made the strip of hair I'd grown to lust over blend in with her body. It was like camouflage, hidden against Ann's skin.

But now, it was lit up like an actual landing strip at night. Ann had chosen to color her hair a similar shade of blond to what Gracie had selected for the beautiful locks on her head. Against Ann's dark skin, the light colored hair seemed to come alive. I couldn't wait to see it up close.

Ann must have had the same thought, because she walked over towards where I was standing. She stopped ten feet or so from me, at the foot of the antique four poster bed. Lifting her right foot up, she placed it on a large wooden storage trunk that was up against the footboard. She held her right leg out from her body at a ninety degree angle, opening her hips to spread herself as much as she could in that position. She had her left hand on her hip, making her look confident. Her right hand rested on her right thigh, near her groin, as if she was pointing with her fingers to where all of our eyes were going anyway.

Lifting the camera back up, I got down on my knees where I was and turned the zoom to get a close up of Ann's new look. I groaned from my cock being so snug in my shorts, which made it difficult to move. But I carried on, taking a couple of photos. Then, from my position, I turned the camera quickly toward Todd and Gracie.

Gracie looked startled at first, while Todd grinned. I moved my head to the side for a second to make eye contact, and said, "Would you be offended if I took a picture of the two of you? We'd like to remember the moment, and you've been a wonderful part of it."

Ann spoke up and said, "Please," quietly, while she started playing with her pussy.  Gracie looked up at Todd, who shrugged his shoulders and smiled. "Why not," he said to his wife, "What harm could it do?"

Gracie turned toward me, and they stood in the doorway holding each other like the perfect couple. Todd's arm went around Gracie's shoulder, and she hugged him tightly at the waist. She was beaming, the perfect compliment to Todd's confident smile. I took a couple of photos, and then turned back to take one of Ann fingering her pussy.

I was surprised that Todd was the one that decided they should take their leave. "We should let them have their privacy, Gracie. I'm sure we're only getting in the way now."

I wasn't going to say anything. After all, it was Ann's night. She'd set everything up, and while them being in our doorway was a wildcard, I half expected her to ask them to stay. Not that I thought she'd invite them into our bed with us...but the way Ann was frigging herself, I couldn't rule that out either. But since I'd already told Ann I had no interest in sharing her, if she was to ask them, it would likely just be to watch.  

Instead of asking them to stay, Ann simply said, "Thanks for stopping by. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did."

Gracie chuckled and said, "We certainly did, Ann. And I think I'm going to enjoy what you just started for us this evening. Come on, dear...let's go make love." 

Todd kissed his wife, and they left, closing the door for us. I turned back to Ann, who shrugged her shoulders and gave me a sexy little grin. 

"You really did enjoy that, didn't you," I said as I put the camera on the trunk next to Ann's foot. 

"Yes I did. But now it's time for me to give you something to enjoy."

~*~*~*~*~*~

If Ann's goal was to get me to relax, she had certainly pulled out all the stops to do it. I don't think I'd ever been more relaxed in my life. I was sitting in a huge antique soaking tub...the kind with the claw feet. And to be more precise, I was soaking in a very hot bubble bath. The room was filled with dozens of candles, which were providing the only light. Ann also had incense burning. Between the burning candles, the incense, and Ann's special perfume, my nostrils were being filled with a wonderful array of intoxicating aromas. 

My eyes were closed as I enjoyed an amazing massage from Ann. She was sitting behind me, outside the tub on a little stool, and she was using her hands to knead my shoulders and upper arms. Every once in a while, she would lean forward, letting her hands run down my chest, bringing her naked breasts against my upper back. 

In the background was the music. Ann had turned on a radio, and had found a soft jazz station. It seemed that all of my senses were being soothed as she pampered me in her own special way. The sounds of Ann breathing near my ear made me tingle. It was like I was in some Japanese bathhouse, and she was my own personal Geisha girl, tending to my every possible need. 

I remembered commenting to Ann when I first saw the big tub in her house that I hadn't taken a bath in years. Now I was in the midst of yet another one, and it was a bubble bath no less. A stray thought of a box of Mr. Bubble from my youth crossed my mind. But I quickly shook those childhood memories out of my head as Ann reached down in the water and massaged my abdomen, creeping closer and closer to my crotch with her talented fingers. If I had known I could get a bath like that when I was a young teenager, I may have never started taking showers to begin with.

As the water began to cool, Ann pulled her hands back and stood up quietly. She left me in the bathroom, the clicking of her heels telling me she was walking away from me and into the bedroom, returning a short while later as she appeared at the side of the tub. She reached her hand into the water to open the drain, and then she motioned for me to stand up as she grabbed a big, fluffy white towel. As I got out, Ann knelt before me, drying my body from bottom to top. She worked lovingly, but silently, a gentle smile on her face as she took her time, carefully avoiding my raging hard on.

Once I was dry, Ann took me by the hand and led me to the queen sized bed. There were a dozen more candles lit, along with more incense. The radio continued to play, but she turned it down, since we were now in the room that it was in. And Ann also had taken the time to turn down the bed all the way, so that there was just the fitted, silky sheet awaiting us. 

She had me lie on my stomach, and she proceeded to give me a full body massage, starting with my upper back, and working her way down my torso. Her fingers were magic, and I could feel any tension I may have had left draining from me. It was sexy and therapeutic at the same time. I couldn't imagine going to a spa and having a better experience. The fact that I was getting that kind of treatment from someone I loved only made the whole thing more amazing.

She worked out the kinks in my thighs and lower legs, before concentrating her efforts on my ass. The way her fingers moved as she hovered over my body both relaxed me, and had me getting harder and hornier by the moment.  Ann finally had me turn over, and I got to see her sweet smile as she went to work on my chest and shoulders. I looked down, staring at the golden velvet strip of pubic hair she'd colored just an hour or so before. My cock lurched a little, and she grinned, but she didn't say anything. Instead, she just moved her body so that she could continue her work, and yet give me an even better view.

I wondered how she knew I wanted a better look, but then again, I had been rather obvious in my stares...and my groans. Ann finished my upper body, and twisted hers to give herself better access to my legs, and in doing so, she moved her leg, straddling my head. I was staring up at Ann's pussy for the briefest of moments before she crawled a little lower down my body to work on my thighs. She rested her ass on my stomach with her back to me, inches from my crotch, and cutting off my view of her new 'hairdo' in the process.

Ann lingered there for a while, finishing her work. I could feel the wetness of her pussy against the skin of my stomach, but she resisted the urge to hurry, or skip any area she felt needed her special touch. I admired her patience, and I was frankly a little surprised at my own at that point. It seemed like days since Ann started the process of helping me relax, and getting me turned on...yet, it was perfect. It was more than perfect. It was extraordinary. 

Ann turned around, her pussy hovering over my throbbing cock. Leaning forward, she put her hands next to my body on the bed, and she lowered her face to mine, taking my mouth like it was a possession. My hands found her rib cage, and they moved gently up her sides until my thumbs found the fleshy underside of her tits. Ann moaned in my mouth as she nibbled and bit at my lips. Breaking off, she sat back down, moving her hands to my chest. 

She was resting on my thighs, playing with my nipples for a moment as she stared at me. The candles were reflecting off Ann's irises; the corners of her mouth upturned in a sexy, contented grin. I glanced down at her lower body, but my throbbing fat cock and balls hid her golden strip. She giggled, and slowly lifted herself, dragging her pussy across my ball sack until she sat down on my shaft, pressing it against my abdomen.

Ann moved her hips left and right, shifting her body, using my prick to split the folds of her pussy. After some sexy maneuvering, her pussy lips were gripping my cock like a suction cup. Ann cooed as she settled in, her clit protruding as she leaned forward just a little. I smiled as I looked at her pubic hair, lined up perfectly with my shaft. She knew I was watching, and she slowly moved forward.

Ann started rocking her hips, rubbing her wet pussy all over my rigid cock. It was anything but a dry hump. It was a wet one, and it dawned on me that Ann had never touched my erection with her hands. She'd steered clear, not even touching my cock when she dried me off. She was completing my full body massage by using her pussy to do the final part of my body that needed stroked and stimulated.    I couldn't believe how slick my cock was getting. Ann's cunt was soaked, and she easily slipped back and forth along my shaft like she was riding on some kind of rail. My eyes locked on to her blond bush and her hard clit as she moved back and forth slowly, grinding her pelvis as she forced her body down harder onto me.

Ann closed her eyes and picked up the pace, going faster and faster as she increased the pressure on her clit. I grimaced a little as she dug her beautiful yellow nails into my chest. She wasn't scratching me, but she was leaving indentations where her sharp talons had been. It hurt, and at the same time, it felt incredible. The faster Ann rocked her hips, the more she started panting. She was using my shaft to masturbate herself on, and I knew she was getting close to exploding.

"Uuunnnnnhhhhhh!" Ann squeaked, her body shaking as she coated my cock. I felt the warm fluid washing over my shaft a she kept grinding her clit back and forth over it.

Then she collapsed, falling onto me in a limp, damp heap. I held her tight as her tits pressed into me. Ann had worked hard, her back already slick with sweat. I kissed her neck, licking and nibbling at the tender area behind her ear. She moaned as she took a deep breath, trying to calm her heartbeat, which I could feel pounding against my chest. 

With me licking her ear, Ann moaned once more, and started rocking her ass back and forth again. She was making longer strokes along my shaft, going from the very base of my cock, all the way to the tip. And that had me moaning. Ann giggled and sat up a little, staring me in the eyes. There was a look of determination on her face, and she rocked a couple more times, until she finally slipped all the way off the tip of my cock. With Ann coming off my prick for the first time in like ten minutes, it sprang up, bobbing up and down for a moment until it settled.

I thought at first she'd just gone too far and accidentally let my cock slip out from under her; and that she was going to lift herself up and get back on top of my shaft. Instead, Ann moved her knees up my sides a little, her shoes touching my thighs, and she rotated her hips to line herself up. She quickly shoved her body backwards, impaling her pussy over my cock. I let out a loud groan as I felt her warm, wet cunt enveloping me. 

"Mmmmm," Ann hummed as she started rocking her hips back and forth, this time, actually fucking me.

I reached up again and grabbed Ann's tits from underneath, my thumbs flicking back and forth across her rubbery nubs. Ann hissed a little, and she sat back to give me better access to her chest. Her hands went to her the back of her head, elbows pointing out to the sides as she dug her fingers into her thick hair. Yet she continued to hop up and down on my shaft, showing off her incredible athleticism. Sure, I was providing her some balance by playing with her tits, but when I took my hands away for a moment, it proved it didn't matter. Ann was able to fuck me without her hands supporting her, riding me just as deep and just as hard as before. 

I loved watching Ann make love to me. I loved watching her half-closed eyes, showing she was in that dreamy state of sexual ecstasy. I loved watching her hair as her hands tousled the long curly strands, making them cascade over her shoulders. I loved watching her breasts; the way they would bounce quickly when she hit bottom, and then rise with her body to do it all over again on the next stroke. I loved watching her stomach ripple as she stuffed herself with my fat prick. 

And I loved watching Ann's new blond thatch of pubic hair. It was the perfect ornamentation to draw attention to her even more perfect pussy, practically making your eyes look in that direction like a flaming arrow pointing the way. And in a way, it did the same thing that Missy's pussy ring did for her, albeit in a slightly different way...it really did make Ann look hotter, something I didn't think was possible. As Ann bounced gracefully up and down on my shaft, I vowed never to make that assumption again. I loved the idea that she would continue to find ways to turn me on by altering her look from time to time. 

Ann leaned back farther, hooking her high heels underneath my now knees to lock her in place.  Putting her hands behind her between my knees, she was pulling back, making my cock bend with her at an awkward angle. It hurt a little, but the pain was far outweighed by the pleasure she was giving me. Ann started humping me faster, jamming her pussy over my shaft. 




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 49



She leaned her head back, staring behind her like she was looking at the far wall...that is, if her eyes were even open. I could hear her moaning, mumbling something incoherent to herself in sort of a chant. But she still hadn't said anything to me. Other than moaning or groaning, Ann had been totally quiet in the sort of subservient role she'd embraced since she had led into the bathroom, not saying a single word once she took me in and began taking care of me. 

And that continued as I watched as our groins joined, Ann's tight wet hole sliding over me, accepting my girth as it stretched her wider. Her clit was protruding, just underneath the golden swath of hair. It dragged across the soft skin of my cock, pulling it; then it seemed to turn under a little on the down stroke, as if it was snagging on my shaft. The friction caused by Ann's movements made me shiver from the sensations it was creating, bringing me closer to my orgasm. Yet she was going a step further, starting to cum hard again as she bounced wildly up and down.

She rammed her body down on last time, holding herself still. 

"Nnnnnaaaaggggghhhh!" she yelled, trying desperately to hold her scream inside her heaving chest. It was unlike anything I'd ever heard; low, primitive, and sexy as hell. I could feel my balls being soaked from the secretions from Ann's cunt, and I felt her inner walls gripping at my shaft.

I started to sit up, thinking that I would take over and give Ann a break, but she snapped her head up looking at me. Her eyes were ablaze, and she reached forward with her hands to meet my rising chest. I felt her nails embed themselves again, and she caught me off balance, making me fall back onto the mattress. 

Ann moved quickly, twisting her body, and in seconds her back was to me. She'd planted her stilettos next to my hips into the mattress, and her hands where back on my chest as she began fucking me again. It was a reverse cowgirl, and Ann remained in control of our lovemaking. She was taking care of me, wanting me to lie back and enjoy it. 

And I did. Ann fucked me like that for almost ten minutes, and the new position totally changed the feel. I was slipping deeper and deeper into her cunt on every stroke. But I also knew I couldn't just lie there forever. Ann would get tired sooner or later, and I didn't want her so worn out that she wouldn't be able to function the next day. After all, it was getting later and later, and we had to get up early to get on the road. And...I wanted to be able to enjoy HER the next day.

I held onto Ann's back as I started bucking my hips, making my crotch slam into hers as she tried to slam down onto me. I fucked into her as hard as I could, my balls slapping up to meet her pussy as I hammered her. Ann tried to keep up, but she was tired. She didn't want to admit it, but she had run out of steam. I kept pounding her pussy, and eventually, Ann just held herself still and took it, letting me fuck up into her as hard and as fast as I could.

Ann had another orgasm. It wasn't as powerful as the first two, but it still sent her over the edge to the point that her arms slipped and she fell back onto me. I had to wrap my arms around her chest to hold onto her. She was panting and mumbling, and I let her rest for a moment, holding my fat cock deep inside of her and feeling it pulse against her tight walls.

Realizing Ann was worn out for a moment, I pulled my cock out of her pussy, and gently moved her over to my right side, onto her back. She let out a little gasp, presumably because she suddenly felt empty. Her hand quickly went to her pussy, and she started rubbing it, feeling the space where my cock had just been. I looked at her eyes. They were wide open as she was stared at the ceiling while lying on her back. They were still smoldering, but they were distant, lost in the vast expanse of the emotions swirling around her head.

Ann still wasn't talking...more because she was still feeling the aftershocks of her orgasm than anything else. We'd been letting our actions speak for us. Well, that really was more Ann than me...I'd been following her lead, and she seemed more interested in showing me her love and affection this time than saying it. I actually thought that our being mute, whether it was by choice or just happenstance, added to the excitement of the evening she'd created for me. 

Yet I sensed in Ann the need to connect now. She'd sort of set a tone of being subservient, and so she was playing that role for me. And even though we were still in the early stages of our relationship where we were really still getting to know each other, I felt I had a pretty good read on Ann. I had come to realize that she would sacrifice what she needed in order to give me what she thought I needed. That's how deep her love was...and I'd do the same for her. But for some strange reason, my gut was telling me...screaming at me, to reach out and let her know that I knew what she was feeling, and that it was okay to let herself out of the role she was playing and join me in any way she wanted. 

Ann was still breathing hard, her tits rising and falling rapidly with her chest. I turned onto my right side and put my hand over Ann's chest, above her breast, feeling her heart beating inside. Ann took a deep breath, and turned her head, her eyes finally becoming focused. And they focused on my eyes, and my loving smile. Just my touch, where I placed my hand, brought her to me. It was like I'd hit her with a defibrillator, snapping her out of the orgasm induced fog she'd been in.

"How are you, baby?" I asked, wanting Ann to know it was not only okay to talk, I wanted her to.

Ann smiled, and she turned onto her left side to face me. Her face was inches from mine, and she smiled as she stared into my deep blue eyes. She raised her hand, stroking my cheek softly. "I'm in love with you," she finally said, her voice cracking a little. "I don't know how much better I can be than that."

I took her hand in mine, bringing it to my mouth. I tenderly kissed Ann's fingertips, closing my eyes as I did, wanting to feel them on my lips. I breathed in deeply, taking in Ann's scent, the sweet mixture of her perfume and the aroma left on her fingers from feeling her empty pussy. "Mmmm...I'm in love with you too lover. And I love the smell of your skin," I said softly, knowing that statement had many meanings, none of which were lost on Ann. I took two of her fingers into my mouth, sucking on them.

Ann giggled as I swirled my tongue over and around her fingers. "What part of my body do you want next, lover?"

"What?" I mumbled over the digits in my mouth.

"What part of my body would you like to use next? Would you like to fuck my ass now?"

I took Ann's fingers from my mouth and reached over to pull her face to mine. My left hand entangled in the soft brown curls as I gripped them. I kissed Ann, my tongue tasting hers. 

"Ann, I don't want a 'part' of your body. I'll always want you. Whatever we do in bed, you're more to me than just a piece of ass. Although like I've said before, I'm marrying the hottest piece of ass on the planet."

Ann saw the sincerity in my eyes and said, "I was just being cute, baby. I know you don't think of me like that." Then she sighed and said, "God I love how you defend my honor, even when it's just the two of us."

"That's because you're going to be the mother of my children someday. I'm also defending your virtue...just in case you're keeping track."

Ann giggled again, making me laugh with her. She sighed and said, "Okay, I'm no virgin."

I placed my hand back on that special place on her chest, feeling her heartbeat. "No, you're not. But your heart is pure. That's all that really matters to me."

Ann had a tear come to her eye, and I smiled. "Why do you always make me melt like that?" she said, her voice cracking again.

"Well, I don't know about 'always'. I'm just speaking from MY heart, and you have that affect on me, babe." I brushed away the tear, and Ann batted her eyes.

"You are the sweetest man alive," she said, reaching down to feel my cock, which was still hard as a rock. She started stroking it, and she started to turn over. I grabbed her shoulder and kept her facing me. "You don't want to fuck my ass?" she said with a smile.

"Not today, babe. We can do that tomorrow. Or maybe the next day."

"Would you rather have a blowjob then?" she asked, her face showing she wanted to please me in whatever way she could.

"I think you've given me enough tonight. It's time for me to give a little to you."

Ann looked surprised by what I'd said. "Neil...I've had three orgasms tonight. I think you've already given me all I can take!"

I lifted Ann's right leg at the knee, and pulled it over my hip, spreading her legs. "I think four is a better number. Besides, I don't think this night could end any better than with us cumming together."

Ann didn't complain as I dragged the tip of my cock through the folds of her pussy, letting her know where I intended to stuff her with it. Instead, she twisted her torso so that it gave me better access. Both of my legs were straight down, my left on top of my right as I slipped the head of my cock past her splayed labia. Ann's left leg was also straight, resting up against my right one like they were glued together. She moved her right foot up higher, bending her knee so that the sole of her shoe rested on the mattress on the other side of my body; the back of her heel up against my lower back.

My left hand went to Ann's ass, caressing it as I started to slowly move my hips upward. Ann gasped and grabbed the back of my neck, her head tilting back towards the headboard. I bucked my cock hard up inside Ann, not quite getting as deep as I wanted. The awkwardness of the position we were in kept me from being able to get my entire shaft inside her. I thrust a couple of times into her, hoping it would improve for her, but it just wasn't going to happen.

I was about to change positions, when Ann spoke up. "Oh God lover...don't stop! You're hitting my G-spot just right!"

Who would have thought? I stopped trying to go deeper, and instead concentrated on staying consistent. If the depth I was reaching was perfect for Ann, I wanted to make sure I hit that same perfect spot every stroke. I started a steady rhythm of quick, stabbing thrusts. Ann held on to my head as we fucked, her back still slightly arched. I felt her foot against my hip, riding along with each little movement.

It was one of the most unusual sexual positions I'd ever been in. And after we'd gone at each other for about five minutes...well, after I'd gone at her, since at that point she was pretty much just taking the fucking I was giving her...Ann changed how she was positioned. And it made the unusual way we had started fucking each other seem like the missionary position. Leave it to Ann to add yet another element of excitement to what we were doing.

She pulled out another weapon from her sexual gymnastics arsenal. And she started by moving her left leg. Her right one was still stuck in place; right foot planted behind my ass as her leg straddled over my body. The left leg that had been pressed snugly against my right one...slowly began bending it backwards at the knee. Ann was dragging it across the silk sheet over the mattress, until it was pointing at a ninety-degree angle from our bodies. Next, Ann's thigh began moving away from mine, as her leg curled even farther. As her thigh moved, her knee stayed bent at the same angle, until eventually, Ann's heel was point back at her head.

When her leg was as far back as I thought it could go, Ann let go of my neck with her right hand, and she reach back and grabbed the spike of her left heel, pulling her foot up toward her head. Ann was twisting her body into a sort of sexual pretzel. Pulling on her foot torqued her hips, making her pelvis move to a different angle, which in turn increased the pressure on my cock, and her G-spot. Ann already had the tightest pussy I'd ever been fortunate enough to fuck...and it got even tighter as she pulled her leg higher.

I knew Ann was close to cumming before. So was I. But the new position she created made for one of those magical sexual moments where it was literally too damn good to last too long. I continued to grip her ass with my left hand. But I wormed my right hand out from underneath Ann's body. I needed to feel her, in the most intimate way I could think of. 

Ann's head snapped down, looking me in the eyes as she felt the warmth of my hand touch her skin. My palm was resting on that now familiar place above her breast, searching for signs of the pounding heart that was underneath. Ann's angelic face was a flash of brilliance, and her initial smile turned into a tender, loving grin, her eyes welling up again.

"I love you, Ann," I whispered to her, knowing I had her attention on every level imaginable.

"Oh...God! I love you, toooo!" Ann answered as her eyes snapped shut quickly. As her orgasm started to hit her, she screamed out. I let go of Ann's ass, my fingers again finding the silky strands of her hair as I pulled her head towards mine. We kissed; her screams of release finding their way into my lungs as she let go. Then I gave back, groaning into Ann's mouth as I thrust my cock as deep as I could into her tight, wet cunt one last time as I came. I felt my cock pumping, feeling the hot sperm filling Ann, and she squealed in delight as she giggled into my mouth, still kissing me passionately.

Ann let go of her leg, letting her body recoil, and relax. Her right hand joined mine, covering it as I felt the quick thumping coming from within her chest. She broke off the kiss, looking at me, her eyes still moist from the emotional experience. Her fingers trailed down my arm until they met my elbow, tucked under my body. From there, she ran her fingertips softly along my skin of my chest, her palm coming to rest just like I'd been doing to her. Ann felt my heartbeat, which suddenly became a little faster from feeling the love of her touch.

I held my cock inside her for the longest time, as we stared at each other, feeling our hearts slow to a normal beat. Ann still had a tear from time to time, and I'd use my left hand to wipe them away, bringing each to my mouth, where I'd smile as I tasted her joy. For that's what the tears were about...tears of joy...and love.

Finally, my cock softened, and it slipped out of her pussy on its own. Ann took that as a sign, and she moved her right foot back over my body to join her left. Then, she pushed me onto my back, and she climbed over my body to be on my other side.

"I sleep better on this side of you," Ann said quietly as she got into position. I reached down and pulled the covers over us, and she nuzzled up next to me to stay warm. Instead of using a pillow, Ann scooted down and placed her head on my chest, listening.

"Comfy?" I asked as I closed my eyes and wrapped my arm around her, my hand finding that new favorite spot.

"Very," she said in her dreamy voice. We were quiet for a moment, heading off to sleep. But Ann left me with one last happy thought to dream about. "Neil?"

"Yeah, baby?"

"If I never get to make love in California again the rest of my life, I'll always be happy thinking about how you made love to me tonight. You were amazing. That was the perfect ending to a perfect last day."

"You made love to me, babe. I think I was just along for the ride."

"Not that last part...that was both of us. And it was incredible," she sighed.

"Yes...it was, wasn't it?"

"I love you so much, Neil."

"I love you too, Anna Renee."

Ann moved her head a little, getting herself settled as we headed towards sleep. Just as I was drifting of, I heard talking to herself, whispering, "I can't wait for tomorrow." 



Ann: A Love Story Ch. 50



I packed our bags and put them next to the door while Ann was putting the finishing touches on her makeup. She was applying just enough to highlight her eyes. In truth, Ann didn't really have to wear a lot of makeup to look amazing. She was one of those women that could get away none if she wanted to. This was a day where she was choosing not to wear much at all...and the same could be said for her outfit. 

Ann had put on a sexy little cropped top and a matching miniskirt. They were both kelly green, with yellow piping around the edges. The top was sort of a tank top, but the straps over her shoulders were thinner, and were like a bikini would have...they even tied on top of her shoulders, making it a little daring. The skirt was pleated, and just barely covered Ann's ass and crotch. She showed hints of each when she moved toward me, making a quick spin on the yellow stilettos she'd worn the night before to show herself off for me.

When she made her little turn, I caught a glimpse of the yellow g-string she was wearing...the same one she'd worn for a very short time the night before. I wondered how long it would be into our day before I could coax her out of it. It looked like it wouldn't take much. Ann's nipples were pressing into her tight top, announcing their presence, and her arousal. 

"So, what do you think?" she smiled.

"I think you're a very smart woman," I said with a grin.

Ann gave me a puzzled stare. "I know I'm smart, Neil...what does that have to do with what I'm wearing and how I look in it?"

"Because you were the one that insisted we get ready to go and eat downstairs, instead of having breakfast in bed. If I would have known you were going to wear that, we'd be spending another night," I said as I took her in my arms.

Ann moaned as I kissed her neck and said, "I thought the same thing when I saw you this morning when you came out of the bathroom. You don't know how tempted I am to rip your clothes off right now and fuck you all day long."

Ann ran her hands over the tight stretchy material of the cut top I was wearing. It was a red workout shirt that was designed to breathe while you ran or lifted, or whatever. It molded to my body, accentuating my abdomen and chest, making me look more ripped than I really was, at least in my opinion. Ann seemed to be drooling as she felt my upper body through the shirt. But her eyes were staring below. I was wearing a pair of white gym shorts that came three quarters of the way down my thighs. The sides were a mesh that allowed them to breathe as well, and they were what I considered perfect. Not too snug, and not too loose. They gave my cock plenty of room to move, but also showed my bulge. Ann could tell through the weave of the mesh on the side that I'd gone without underwear, and she moved one of her hands down to play with me for a moment.

I kissed her and said, "I'd love to Ann, but I'm starving, and we've got a big day ahead. I promise, we're going to have a lot of fun on the way though."

"Sure I can't tempt you with a quickie?" she said with a grin.

"You can tempt me anytime, babe. But we really do need to get on the road in the next hour or so. Besides, I've already fucked you in this room. We're going to be crossing most of the country the next few days...I'm sure we can find someplace else to have some fun." 

I took her hand off my crotch and held it, leading her toward the door. We'd certainly gotten our money's worth out of the 'Bed' portion of the Bed and Breakfast we were staying at. We headed downstairs for the Breakfast part of our stay.

~*~*~*~*~*~

"My goodness. You two are up a lot earlier than I ever would have imagined. I figured you might be in bed all morning after the way we left you, and here you are, already dressed," Todd said as we entered the little dining area just off off the main foyer.

Todd was the distinguished older gentleman that had walked down the hallway our room was on the night before, only to catch a glimpse of a nearly naked Ann because I'd been too preoccupied staring at her to close our door. That glimpse caused him to stop dead in his tracks, and from there Ann gave him, and eventually his beautiful wife, Gracie, a voyeuristic treat.

He was sitting at a table in a maroon silk robe and a pair of navy silk pajama bottoms. His hairy chest was exposed just a little as he pretended to read the newspaper he was holding. In truth, we'd caught him ogling the hot woman next to him. And that woman was Gracie, who looked amazing. She was wearing a bright red robe that was made entirely of lace. It covered all of her intimate parts, but it still offered enough of flashes of skin here and there to leave a wonderful impression as to what may be underneath. There was little doubt it was meant for the bedroom, which made it all the more sexy that Gracie was wearing it in the dining room.

The other thing that struck me was her hair. Gone was the perfectly coifed look she'd sported the night before, replaced by her blond locks being so mussed, I couldn't help but picture what had happened to make it that way. I seriously doubted it was sleep. It looked wild and tousled, and that only made Gracie look more attractive.

Gracie waived to Ann and I as we stood in the doorway. They were the only two people in the quaint space; the entire room only having 6 tables. Four of them were tables for two, and two were tables for four. Gracie and Todd were sitting together at one of the tables for four in the middle of the room. Ann waved back, as I asked her where she'd like to sit.

"Please, won't you join us," Gracie said with a warm smile.

I looked at Ann, who was already nodding. I held Ann's chair for her as she sat down across from Todd and next to Gracie, which meant I would be sitting between Ann and Todd, looking across the table at Todd's attractive wife.

Todd stood up as I pulled out my chair, and stuck out his hand. "Todd Armstrong," he said with a firm shake. "And this, of course, is my dear Gracie." The pride in his voice in announcing his wife really hit home with me. Here was a man that was truly devoted to the woman he was sitting next to, the lustful way he had been staring at her when we walked in being exhibit A.

"Neil Thomas," I said as I sat down. Pointing toward Ann, I said, "And of course, you've met Ann."

Ann stuck out her hand, and Todd took her delicate fingers in his grip and pulled her hand up slightly. "Mrs. Thomas. I'm so pleased to actually meet you properly."

"Ann Franklin," she said as he kissed the back of her hand.

"Franklin?" Gracie said, her face showing she was a little stunned.

"Yes. We're engaged," Ann said with a smile.

"Of course...I shouldn't have presumed that. When's the wedding?" Todd asked. 

"December. Either the 2nd or the 9th...we'll know when we get back to Indiana and talk to the minister to see which week works best," I said.

Ann was busy showing off her ring to her new friend. It was nowhere near the huge rock that Gracie sported on her finger, but the way Gracie reacted to looking at Ann's, you would have thought it was the other way around.

"My, what a beautiful ring! Neil, you have such good taste."

I snickered and said, "Yeah, well...I'll just take credit for having the good taste...and sense, to fall in love with such a loving, forgiving woman, and leave it at that."

Gracie and Todd looked at me, and I looked at Ann. Ann looked at me and said, "You could have just smiled and nodded, Neil."

"That would have been a lie, Ann. And I love you too much to lie about it. Besides, it's part of who we are now."

"What's part of who you are?" Todd asked.

We were interrupted by the waitress, who took our orders. Gracie and Todd had gotten there just before us, and since it was just six in the morning, there was no one else but us for her to wait on. The waitress told us she would also be the one preparing our breakfast, so she brought us some coffee and orange juice to bide us over, and once we'd selected our choices from the menu, she disappeared through the doorway to what we assumed to be the kitchen.

That left us alone again, and Ann picked up where we'd left off in the conversation. And she picked it up, telling Gracie and Todd our life story so far. I smiled as Ann recounted how we'd met, and the events that led up to us being at the Bed and Breakfast on an early Wednesday morning. She had an amazing way of covering a lot of ground in a very short time. While Ann didn't tell them EVERY little detail, she shared more sexual adventures than I thought she would...enough to paint a picture as to why we'd let them watch Ann the night before.

"So, you LIKE showing off your body?" Gracie asked at one point, a little perplexed, and a little turned on from what I could tell from the nipples poking at the fine lace of her robe.

"Well, I'd be lying if I said I didn't. And Neil kind of let you know a little bit ago how we both feel about lying. It only leads to problems," Ann replied.

As we talked a little more, it was pretty evident that Todd and I were really hitting it off. He had a wonderful sense of humor, and we seemed to have similar tastes in what we found amusing...and oddly, we seemed to have a lot in common in spite of the age difference. And it didn't surprise me that Ann was becoming fast friends with Gracie. Gracie found Ann's outlook on life exhilarating, and Gracie was an enchanting woman. She seemed both high class and down to earth at the same time.

"So, what do you do, Neil?" Todd asked as the waitress/cook brought us our food.

"Uh, I'm a photo journalist touring America, looking for oversexed women to photograph naked in elegant, historic lodging establishments."

Ann spoke up and said, "And I'm an oversexed woman that loves to take her clothes off in public and be photographed for my amusement, and the pleasure of others."

Gracie busted out laughing, and Todd cracked a wry smile and said, "What do you really do?"

I shrugged and said, "Well, it's not exactly glamorous. I just took a new job as a shift supervisor at a brand new manufacturing plant in West Virginia. We're going to be moving out there after the wedding."

Ann winked at Todd and said, "I'm still an oversexed woman that loves to take her clothes off in public and be photographed. But professionally, I'm really in between jobs. I used to be in retail...I ran a woman's clothing store in a mall the last nine years." 

Gracie laughed again, patting the back of Ann's hand as she ate.

I looked at Todd, who was buttering a biscuit to go along with his omelet. "So, what do you do, Todd?" I asked, thinking I was making polite conversation.

He smirked and said, "Uh...I'm a millionaire industrialist, on a little mid week fantasy escape."

Gracie smiled and said, "And I'm his secretary, pretending to be his wife. We're on a little secret getaway from our spouses. Todd loves to take me to beautiful places like this on pretend business trips during the week so he can fuck the shit out of me. Don't you, Mr. Armstrong."

Todd leaned over and kissed Gracie's cheek and said, "Yes I do, Gracie. Yes I do."

I looked at Ann, who started cackling herself. I grinned at Todd and said, "Good one. So, what do you really do?"

He took a bite of his eggs, and when he'd finished chewing, he swallowed and looked up at both Ann and I. "I'm a millionaire industrialist. Made my money in shipping. Not exactly glamorous, but that's the thing with jobs, Neil. They're hardly ever about the glamour. They're all about doing an honest day's work."

I looked at Ann, whose eyes widened before her head snapped toward Gracie. We both wondered the same thing. If Todd had really told the truth the first time, then what about what Gracie had told us?

Gracie was snickering so hard she snorted. Todd looked at her and she finally calmed enough to say, "I'm Todd's wife, pretending to be his blond secretary, pretending to be his wife. We're on a little getaway, pretending to be away from our spouses. It's been a little fantasy of his for years, and I finally decided I really liked the idea of giving it to him. I even had my hair colored. I'm normally a brunette."

"So, do blonds have more fun?" Ann laughed.

"This one did last night," Gracie said as she shifted in her seat.

~*~*~*~*~*~

We had a spirited breakfast. It was still a little hard for me to believe that we were actually sitting with people that were apparently rich, but the truth was it didn't really matter. Todd and Gracie were as genuine as any couple that I'd ever met. They were fun loving people, and a fun, loving couple, and they treated Ann and me like we were lifelong friends of theirs. 

Gracie was especially intrigued with Ann. "So you don't have a problem with Neil taking pictures of you like that?"

"Like what, naked?"

"Yes. It just seems a little dangerous. Do you develop the film yourself, Neil?"

"Uh...no. We were using a Polaroid until yesterday. Then we got a little carried away, and started using the better camera," I said.

"But once we started using the Nikon, I actually got turned on even more," Ann said. "So, there was really no turning back."

"So what are you doing...just taking them for the thrill? How will you ever know they're better than a Polaroid if you can't develop them?"

Ann reached into her purse, and pulled out the envelope of pictures we'd had developed in San Francisco. Pulling out one of the more benign nude pictures I'd taken of Ann on the rocks at the beach, she handed it to Gracie, along with one of the cards we'd gotten from Rose. 

Gracie looked at the picture, with Todd leering from near her shoulder. Ann winked at me as her foot rubbed against my lower leg.

Gracie sighed and said, "You are really a stunning young woman, Ann. I do like the new color of your hair though. Neil was right...the way it is in this picture, it really doesn't stand out enough. Not that it was bad...but going blond definitely makes you look hotter."

"I could say the same for you, my love, but the truth is you're hot no matter what color you're hair is," Todd said, nuzzling at his wife's neck as he looked at the picture.

"Mmmm...you seem to be good at fueling Todd's fire, Ann. Looks like I'm going to be getting some more lovin' this morning. So tell me about this place...this "Black Rose Photography."

"Rose is the owner. She's struggling to find her niche, but she seems to have stumbled onto one that might be it. She develops explicit erotic pictures."

"How explicit?" Gracie asked, her curiosity getting the better of her as she looked at the big packet of photos Ann was holding. Ann pulled out another one; one of the close ups of her pussy and the engagement ring. "Oh...THAT explicit."

"Yes...I suppose that might be a little too much for some people," Ann said with a bashful smile.

"Nonsense dear; it's almost art. Very beautiful," Todd said with a smile.

Gracie agreed, saying, "One person's pornography is another person's Picasso. Granted, we're more open minded than most people that you'd find. But this is quite beautiful."

Ann winked at me and said, "You can have them. We've got extras."

Gracie looked shocked and tried to hand them back to Ann. "What? Dear...we couldn't. Those should be for you and your future husband."

Ann showed Gracie the envelope, flipping quickly through the photos. Of course, most of them weren't nude photos, but they didn't know that. They also didn't know Rose had given us duplicates of all of them.

"See, we have plenty. Please, I insist. It will give you something to remember us by. Here...here's one of Neil for you Gracie," Ann said with a laugh.

Gracie hadn't seen me the night before. She and Todd have left before I'd gotten naked. But the way she was looking at the picture Ann had handed her made me think Gracie had a preconceived image in her mind that was similar to what she was looking at. The picture was of my cock, looming above a smiling Ann as she kneeled underneath me on the sand. Ann looked excited in the photo as she was about to suck my shaft between her lips. Gracie looked excited looking at it. 

"Oh my goodness, Ann...where do you put that big thing in that little body of yours?"

"It's a labor of love, Gracie. Go ahead and take the pictures. We have plenty more, although I don't have any of Neil fucking me. We'll get to that eventually, but it was too cold on the beach."

Gracie was clutching onto picture of my cock tighter than she had the others at first, but she still protested...albeit a little less profusely. "Ann, really...we shouldn't." 

"Sure you should. We aren't going to share them with very many people. So, we might as well share them with people that would enjoy them that we trust."

That comment hit both Todd and Gracie. To say that we trusted them with something so personal meant the world to them. "I'm so touched that you would trust us with them," Gracie said as she put them in the pocket of her robe. 

It was years before the world of scanners and the internet. The thought handing over intimate photos to what basically were total strangers hours before would be a ludicrous thought today. But what were they really going to do with them. They'd use them to get excited before fucking each other silly. It really seemed like a harmless gesture on Ann's part, and I really didn't have a problem with it. And the truth was, I trusted them. There was just something about the two of them that told me it wouldn't be an issue.

Todd picked up the card off of the table and said, "So...this Rose. She's a struggling business owner?"

"Yes. But like Ann said, this seems to be a pretty big opportunity for her. You mail in the roll of film, she develops it, and sends it back the same day."

"Is she trustworthy?" he asked.

"I think so. I generally have a pretty good read on people."

"Are you sure about that?" Todd said, questioning me like I was on a job interview.

"About my read on people?"

"Yes," he said with a keen, confident stare.

"Well, I let you watch Ann last night when I could have closed the door on you. I made the judgment that you were trustworthy in a split second with my fiancée nearly naked. And now we've given you photos of us naked. Tell me Todd...was I wrong?"

Todd grinned, and shook his head. "No, Neil...no you weren't."

"Well, then I'm right about Rose. Granted, if you passed her on the sidewalk, you might think you should walk on the other side of the street. But she's a sweet girl that's trying to make a living. You just have to look past the exterior she puts up."

"What does that mean?" Gracie asked.

Ann spoke up and said, "She's fine...just a little quirky, that's all. She just dresses dark...lots of black, lots of leather, lots of dark makeup. But hey, it's San Francisco...she's just expressing herself." 

"Even in the business world, you need to look past the outfits, Ann," Todd said as he finished the last bite of his omelet. "You can't be impressed with a three piece suit. It always comes down to the guy wearing it. And the same thing is true in reverse. Just because someone wears something that may seem a little outrageous to mainstream America, that doesn't mean they're not sharp, or that they don't have a great work ethic and a keen business sense."

"Wow...makes me think I wasted a lot of time, considering I worked in the fashion industry," Ann kidded.

"I never said that. They still say clothes make the man. And a woman can dress for success in a lot of different ways that men can't. I'm just saying that there's more to being successful in life than what you wear. Take me for instance...I'm a lot more comfortable in jeans and a T-shirt than I am in a suit and tie."

"You're even more comfortable lying naked on the couch," Gracie said with a snicker.

"You like me that way and you know it. Besides, you're the one that got us into being nudists."




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 50



Ann's mouth dropped open, especially when Gracie quickly opened the front of her lace nightie to flash her amazingly perky 36D tits at us. She winked and closed it back up as the waitress walked back into the room with the checks. I grabbed both of them as soon as she put them on the table and pulled out my wallet.

"What are you doing?" Todd said.

"I'm paying for your breakfast," I said with a smile.

Todd laughed and said, "It's part of the room fee, Neil. It's a Bed and Breakfast...she's just letting you know what it comes to. They add it to the bill when you pay for the room."

I looked at the waitress and said, "Okay...add theirs to our room fee, please. The name's Thomas. We'll be checking out in a minute." I said with a grin.

"Very well sir," she said as she took the two bills and walked to the back.

"Neil, what did you do that for?" Todd said as he shook his head in bewilderment.

"I just figure you don't get a lot of people buying you breakfast, Todd. And since you're a jeans and T-shirt guy, you're not that different from me. And where I come from, friends buy friends breakfast. It's no big deal."

"We're your FRIENDS?" Gracie asked.

"You must be," Ann said. "How else can you tell Rose in all honesty that she was recommended by your good friends, Ann and Neil?"

"What makes you think we'd take pictures like the ones you've been taking?" Gracie said with a smile.

"Because, you're nudists...and your husband just put the card in the pocket of his robe," Ann said, winking at Todd.

"Well, thanks for breakfast then, you two. And for the pictures," Todd said as he stood up.

"Don't forget to thank them for last night, sweetheart. I think they both took a hell of a chance letting you live out one of your other little fantasies," Gracie smiled as Todd pulled her chair out for her.

"Other...fantasy?" Ann asked.

"He's always wanted to watch...you know."

Ann looked up at him and said, "Aw...I wish you would have told me. If you were just interested in watching, I might have let you two stay."

I looked at Ann, trying to determine if she was serious. But Todd assumed she was teasing. "That's okay, dear. It was a perfect fantasy moment as it was. And it certainly led to a wonderful night."

"Well, then I have to say that I'm a little surprised that you're both up this early too," I said with a laugh.

Gracie dabbed her mouth with her napkin and stood up, taking her husband's hand. "Up? We haven't gone to sleep yet. We just needed to get some nourishment to keep us going. After all, we're going to be here three more days!" She patted her husband's crotch and said, "Ready for round three, Mr. Armstrong?"

"I'm ready, Samantha."

"Samantha?" Ann asked, looking at me. 

Gracie looked back, her blue eyes dancing back and forth like an excited schoolgirl. "Samantha Jennings...Mr. Armstrong's secretary. Looks like I get to take some more dictation! It was great to meet you both. Have a safe trip!" 

Todd waved as he grabbed Gracie's ass though her robe, making her squeal as they walked out of the dining area. Ann and I sat there for a little while, smiling at each other as we finished our coffee. I looked at my watch...I could have sworn we'd been sitting there well over an hour, but my watch said it was only 6:35.

We got up, and headed back to our room to get our stuff. Ann stopped at the desk to settle the bill, while I went ahead and took the bags out to the car. After all, this was her surprise for me, and she'd put the reservation under her credit card. I could have paid cash, but I didn't want Ann to know about the bankroll her Uncle had given me to pay for our traveling. Besides, I wanted Ann to feel good about what she'd done for us, because I intended to be directing our activities the rest of our trip.

In fact, I needed to remind Ann of that. I noticed her yellow heels standing next to me as I packed the bags carefully in the hatchback. "Okay babe. That was the last thing you get to plan on our trip. You've had the last four days, I get the next four...okay?"

"It didn't really end like I thought it would," she said, grinning as she looked over the paperwork she gotten from the front desk.

"Is something wrong?" I asked.

"The room cost us $26.00," Ann said, looking up from the paper.

"What? That has to be a mistake."

"No...it isn't. Read this," she said, handing me the paper.

At the bottom of the bill, there was a handwritten note. I read it, not believing my eyes.

'To our good friends, Ann and Neil,

Ann, you are such a beautiful young woman, both inside and out. You've opened our eyes in more ways than one with how open and honest you are (so are you Neil). Ann, what you did last night was beyond remarkable. It was truly a memory we with both treasure the rest of our lives. 

Neil, you were right. It's been a very long time since someone besides me has picked up the tab for any meal at a table where I've been sitting, and that includes a few friends I've known for over 30 years. For you to do it the first chance you get, even after finding out that we're not hurting for money, shows what kind of young man you really are. 

I've gotten so accustomed to it, that it really surprised me when you reached for the check in the first place. It overwhelms us that you and Ann were serious in thinking of us as your friends, and then using that as the real reason for your generosity. And for you both to be so gracious, what with the precious gift of yourselves that you gave us last night, and again with the pictures this morning, I can't help but feel that Gracie and I have done all the taking. And when it comes to REAL friendships, they're a lot like marriages. They can't be one sided, with one doing all the giving, and the other doing all the taking. There needs to be balance. 

We would never offend you by going against your wishes. You asked to pay for the check at breakfast, and so you shall. But to make things a little more even between friends, Gracie and I are picking up the tab on your room. You'll be spending a lot of nights in hotels the next few days. So we feel it's the least we can to do to pay for your stay last night. After all, it was one of the most memorable nights of our marriage, and we thank you for giving us that. We wish you both safe travels and an amazing adventure this week.

Your friends,

Todd and Gracie Armstrong

P.S. We're looking forward to meeting Rose!'

I looked up from the paper, and Ann leapt into my arms. "We have to GOT to be the hottest couple in America!" she said with a squeal.

"I think you're right," I said, a little in shock at what Todd and Gracie had done for us. 

"I know...isn't that cool!" Ann said, giving me a quick kiss. She hugged my neck tightly, her legs locking around my waist. I could feel my cock starting to stir as she ground her hips into me. 

I broke off the kiss, knowing if we didn't get going pretty soon, we'd end up checking back into the Bed and Breakfast just to use a bed. Plus, we had a lot of driving ahead, and I was hoping to get to the first destination in time to have plenty of time for fun. I was also hoping to have a lot of other fun along the way. 

Looking at Ann, I grinned. "You know...the only way to really PROVE that we're the hottest couple in America is to actually go out and let them see us first hand. I think we should hit the road and show them." 

"Anything you say, baby. You're in charge the rest of the week!"

~*~*~*~*~*~

It was a beautiful sunny day. And that was huge, because the day before had been a beautiful day too. And my hope was that we were in a pretty good weather pattern, and we'd hopefully be traveling under similar sunny skies as we crossed the country. I'd kind of worried that we'd get stuck in some storm system that would literally hang over us like a black cloud, following us wherever we went. 

Of course, that didn't mean there wasn't the possibility of things changing as we went along. It was, after all, the weather; which I'm told can be as unpredictable as...well, the weather. But the fact that we were starting off our trip under clear blue skies certainly increased the odds of us having great driving conditions for our cross-country adventure.

I had started out driving, and we'd been traveling east on Interstate 80 for about an hour and a half since leaving downtown Sacramento. Ann was sitting in the passenger seat, and she was reading the note on the bill that Todd had hand written to us. Actually, she was re-reading it, for like the hundredth time.

My curiosity got the better of me, and I asked, "Is there something in that note that I'm missing?"

Ann looked up from the paper, her expression a little blank. Catching herself, she flashed a grin and said, "I'm sorry, baby. What did you say?"

"I asked if there's something in that note that I'm missing? You've been pretty quiet since we left this morning."

"I've just been thinking...that's all."

"About what?"

Ann tilted her head a little to the side and winked at me as she grinned. "About last night."

"And?" I asked, knowing there was more to it than what she was letting on. She'd been too quiet for too long, staring at the note in her hand.

"You were...amazing."

I didn't know if Ann was beginning one of her moments where she was going to struggle with how to say what she felt, or maybe if she was being coy, wanting me to drag information out of her. Or, she could be stalling like she'd do from time to time. It really could have been any or all of those. But I was struck by what she'd said.

"Ann...YOU were the one that was amazing. I really haven't told you how what you did affected ME. You seem to keep finding ways to blow me away."

"You want me to blow you?" she said, teasing me.

"I'm being serious, Ann. Picking out the perfect place to stay...and then all the things you did to make me really relax..."

"Did it work?"

"Yes! You were right...I slept fantastic!"

"Me too...but I always seem to sleep great after you fill me with your cum," she grinned.

I sighed and shook my head, my own smile letting her know I found her comment cute. Still, I tired to stay on the mark, and said, "I'm glad I could help. I just want to make sure you understand that none of that would have happened if it wasn't for you being so loving, and so giving, Ann. I'm really trying to be serious for once. I mean it...I love you so much!"

Ann looked at me, and she kind of sat back a little in her seat. "Wow, Neil...I'm sorry. Here I am flirting with you...and you just..." She waved her hand in front of her face, trying to keep from crying. 

"It's okay Ann. I want you to flirt...but I also wanted you to know just how special last night was for me."

Ann was quiet again...this time to regain her composure. Finally, after a couple of miles, she said, "Me too."

Chuckling, I said, "Okay...so really, what's with the note? You can't read it as many times as you have and not be thinking something."

Ann looked at it again, and then she looked back at me, turning in her seat a little to face me. "I just can't get over that they think of us as friends," she finally said.

"What?"

"Todd and Gracie think of us as their friends. That just kind of blows ME away."

"Ann, I think they were just being polite, and returning the favor for us buying breakfast. That's what rich people do."

"I don't believe that Neil. If Todd wouldn't have told us, would you have thought they were...well, rich? They sure didn't act like they had money. They seemed pretty down to earth to me."

I thought about if for a second, and Ann was right. There wasn't a pretentious bone in either of them. They were a couple in love...having a romantic week of adventure together."

"Well, maybe he was just kidding about being a millionaire."

"I don't think so, Neil. That would mean they were lying, and I don't buy that for a second. We made it pretty clear how we feel about lying. They're the real deal."

"Okay, so they're wealthy, and they're good people. What's your point?" 

"My point is they're offering their friendship back to us. I've read this thing over twenty times, and every time I read it, and then I think about how the four of us were together at breakfast...I really think we ARE friends now."

"Ann, we don't even know where they live. And they don't know where we live. Hell, WE don't even know where we're going to live. How can we really be friends with them?"

"Do you want to be?"

"What?" I asked, my face contorting a little.

"Do you want to be friends with the Armstrong's?"

"Ann, I just said..."

"I know what you said, baby. But I'm reading this, and they don't seem to care about the obstacles. I don't think they look at life like that. And I felt something...and I have a really strong sense about these kinds of things. I think they already ARE our friends. I think they saw us treating them like real people in spite of their money, and they loved us for that. You said it yourself...you bet that Todd didn't get a lot of other people picking up a check, and that did something to him. It spoke to his heart...and Gracie's too. So, what do you think?"

It was a weird question. And at the same time, it seemed perfectly logical for us, considering that the life that Ann and I had together was at times anything but logical. For us to gain a friendship just by being our sexual selves, and then following that up by being honest and generous...well, it may have sounded a little conceited in my head, but that was who Ann and I were together. Sexual, honest and generous...so why couldn't that lead to becoming friends with a couple that we knew, but didn't know. Yet it all seemed so preposterous. 

"Sure, why not? They seemed like great people. Why wouldn't we want a rich, horny couple as friends?" I said with a hint of sarcasm.

"Neil...I am really serious about this. Something in my gut is telling me that we haven't heard the last of them. And if I'm right, I think we have an obligation to be their friends, since we implied it. You WERE serious about what you said, weren't you?"

"About what?"

"When you reached for the check, you said that friends buy friends breakfast. Did you mean it, or was that just a line?"

I thought back to the conversation we'd had with the Armstrong's. We'd touched on friendship, but we'd also touched on honesty. And as I searched my soul, I realized that I hadn't been putting on a show for them. I was serious. They did seem like friends to me. After all, they'd invited us to eat with them. They treated us with respect even AFTER we'd let them watch Ann. They didn't judge what we were doing that night, or the pictures we'd taken. And we hadn't judged them either...about their little fantasy weekend, or that they were nudists. It all seemed so perfectly natural being with them.

"You're right, Ann. I did mean it. They really ARE our friends, aren't they?"

"Uh huh. And like I said, for whatever reason, I really don't think we've heard the last from them," she said with an excited smile.

~*~*~*~*~*~

We'd been driving along the banks of the Truckee River for miles, the Interstate following the natural pathway where the water had created a pass though the mountains. We'd crossed the river several times, but for the most part, it was outside the passenger window to Ann's left. She was staring out that open window, looking at the riverbed, and the forest beyond it to the east. 

I was staring out the windshield, looking at the road ahead. Coming around a slight bend, I noticed a place to pull off the side of the road; one of those places to get out and walk, or deal with some emergency, without being right on the shoulder of the freeway. And just beyond the end of that area, about another 100 feet, was a large sign that was looming there. I smiled when I saw it, and asked Ann if she wanted to stop for a moment to stretch her legs. 

"That would be nice," she said, turning towards me for a moment before looking back out the window.

I signaled and pulled off the interstate, whipping the little blue Honda into the wide area of pavement that was off to the side. I pulled the car over near the guardrail, making sure I left enough room for Ann to open her door. She was standing outside before I even turned off the car, stretching her slender body as she watched the river below. I set the emergency brake and got out with her, camera in hand, and I took a couple of shots of the beautiful landscape.

"Where are we?" Ann asked as she put her arm around me, hugging me close to her.

I turned and pointed at the large sign that sat at the end of the paved area along the highway where we were standing. It was the welcome sign for Nevada. "We're just about to leave California, babe. I figured I'd give you a moment to say goodbye if you want."

Ann looked at me, her eyes smiling. "Wow...sometimes I just can't believe that you think of the things you think of, Neil."

"I feel the same way about you...I'm still overwhelmed by last night. So, do you want to fuck one more time in California, or do you want to drive all the way to Nevada," I said with a laugh. 

Ann looked around at where we were, like she was thinking about it, but she said, "You know, I meant what I said last night. I really kind of want my last time in California to be what we shared together in Sacramento. At least, until we come out here to visit friends someday. I think I'd rather fuck you in Nevada."

"I didn't ask you about making love. We made love last night. I don't want to ruin that. But if you wanted to FUCK one last time in California, now's the time and the place."

"Using semantics as a way to get laid...I like it," Ann said with a smirk.

"Just thinking of you, my love," I grinned.

Ann thought about it for a second and said, "You know, truthfully...I really want my last time having sex here to be what we did last night. That was so special to me...and I hope it was for you too. I hope you don't mind." 

"Mind...Ann, Nevada is like, eight feet away," I said, pointing toward the sign again.

She laughed and said, "So, you just want to walk me over to the other side of that sign and start fucking me? Even that's a little brash for us, don't you think?"

"What do you mean?"

"What do I mean? I mean...it's one thing to flash people on a highway from a car, or to fuck next to an interstate when you're on top of a mountain next to it where no one can really see that well...like we did after we left Aunt Helen and Uncle Marty's. But it's another thing entirely to just fuck out in the open right there," she said pointing at the sign. "I'm pretty sure that's a sure fire way to get us arrested."

A spark of an idea ran through my mind, and I got a wicked smile on my face. Ann saw it, and her eyes got wide. "What in the world are you thinking, Neil Antonio Thomas?" she said as she wagged her finger at me.

I grinned and said, "I'm thinking you need to get undressed, Anna Renee Franklin!"

~*~*~*~*~*~

"You better find a place to pull over pretty soon, baby...or I swear I'm gonna just straddle you and fuck you while you drive!"

Ann was playing with her pussy, slowly fingering her clit in a tiny little circle. She wasn't trying to make herself cum. She was bringing herself close, and then torturing herself by stopping and denying her own pleasure. She'd been doing that since we'd stopped to stretch our legs, and have a little fun. We'd traveled about twenty minutes, which put us just outside of Reno.

"Patience, babe. I'll get off at the next exit."

"You better, or I'm getting off in this seat, and you can wait until later!" Ann wouldn't really have done that, but she was a little on the desperate side. Our adventure back by the side of the road at the state line had gotten Ann so horny, she actually considered fucking me right then and there. Instead, she scrambled into the car and we took off, my rock hard cock seemingly pointing the way as I drove to find somewhere for us to fuck off the sexual edge we'd worked up.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 50



I had asked Ann to get undressed. She sat down in the car first, not really believing that I was serious. But as I returned from the back of the car with her little black Kimono in hand, she realized that I not only was serious, I was serious with a camera in my hand.

"What are we doing?" she asked.

"You love to show off your body, and we're on a long road trip. I'm thinking we should be documenting our cross country adventure, don't you?"

"And what...exactly...do you mean by 'documenting'?"

I reached down and lifted Ann's tight little shirt over her breasts, exposing them to me. Lifting the camera, I looked through the lens and focused it. "Smile for the camera, babe," I said sexily.

Ann instinctively put her hands under her breasts to lift them of a little, and she stuck out her tongue, licking her lips provocatively. It was such a quick, natural reaction to my pointing the camera at her that I knew Ann wanted to pose for me. I took the photo, and then watched as Ann took off her top, and then her skirt, leaving her in just her bright yellow thong and matching heels.

I handed Ann the little silk robe and she slipped it over her shoulders. She looked at me and said, "What about these," playing with the elastic string of her thong.

"I don't think you're going to be needing panties until we get back to Indiana," I said with a wink.

"Very well, Mr. Thomas," she said sexily. In an incredible move of strength and agility, Ann lifted her feet up off the ground, pointing them straight out. Then she placed her hands on the edge of the seat, and she pushed her body up, holding it still. It was a gymnastic move if ever I'd seen one, her upper body held erect with her ass off the seat; her legs pointed out at a 90-degree angle form her torso. "Care to help me take them off?"

I put the camera on the top of the car, and I quickly reached down and slipped my fingers underneath the strings on Ann's hips. Pulling them toward me, I stripped Ann's thong off, slowly working my way down her thighs. Once I'd passed her ass, Ann lowered it back to the seat and lifted her legs higher. Her hands were behind her on the seat as she leaned back to support herself. As I took the tiny little garment off past her shoes, Ann slowly spread her legs, keeping them straight, her toes pointed perfectly.

My eyes were drawn to Ann's pussy, and the golden strip of hair that pointed down toward it like some kind of erotic arrow. "Is this how you want me, Neil?" she said, teasing me with both her body and her voice.

"Um Hmm," I said as I took the camera and snapped another picture of Ann. Sticking out my hand, Ann placed her fingers into my palm and I helped her up.

I closed the front of her robe, and tied it tight so it wouldn't blow open by accident. Ann looked up at me, her eyes wild and excited. "What are you going to do with me?"

"Lots of things, babe. Lots of things," I said with a wicked grin. "But the first thing I'm going to do is tell you two things that we're going to do all trip long."

Ann bit her lower lip nervously as she shifted back and forth on her feet. She didn't say anything, instead waiting on me to let her know what I had in mind. I led her toward the sign, and as we reached it, I glanced across the interstate, seeing the sign that welcomed people to California. 

There really wasn't a median between the eastbound and westbound sides of the freeway. It was close quarters, the two sides separated by a concrete retaining wall about 4 feet high. I became inspired and held Ann's hand, looking at traffic in both directions.

"Where are we going?" she asked as I waited for a car to pass.

"Over there," I said, nodding toward the other side of road.

"You're kidding!" Ann said, looking down at her shoes.

"You'll be fine. Come on...we can go now!"

I helped her across the eastbound side of the road, and she held the camera while I climbed over the wall. Then I reached over and lifted Ann up, bringing her over the barrier in one quick motion, making her squeal. Before she had a chance to catch her breath, we were on the other side of the road, and Ann was standing next to the welcome sign of the state she'd called home for 10 years. 

I moved back, camera back in my hand, and admired the love of my life. She was standing underneath the sign, a nervous smile on her face as she watched me position myself to get ready to take a picture. 

"Neil?"

"Yes," I said, undressing Ann with my eyes, thinking about what she'd look like standing there naked instead of being hidden behind her little black cover-up. 

"You said you were going to tell me two things that we're going to do on our trip. What are they?"

I'd gotten so excited about what I had in mind that I totally forgot to finish my thought. I'd whisked her across an interstate, not bothering to tell Ann why, or what I had in mind. She was looking at me, her big chocolate brown eyes appearing innocent, a sweet smile on her face as she stood there with her hands clasped in front of her. 

"I'm sorry, Ann. I didn't mean to keep you in suspense."

Ann giggled and said, "I wouldn't say I'm in suspense. I mean...I have a pretty good idea about one of them, since I'm standing here the way I am and you have the camera in your hand. But I am curious to know if I'm right, and I'm really curious about the other one."

"Okay...fair enough. The reason you're standing there is I want to take a picture of you flashing me. I was kind of hoping that you'd stand in front of the welcome signs as we go from state to state, and open your robe so I can take a quick picture."

"Are you 'hoping' I'll do it...or are you MAKING me?"

My head shook a little, and I'm sure I blinked my eyes a couple of times. "It's not Sunday, Ann...it's Wednesday. And even if it was, we haven't even decided what we're doing. It's not always automatic that it's a 'Neil in charge' Sunday. We need to talk about that." My sentence came out rushed, and it seemed more like a question when I'd finished it, that the statement I'd intended.

"I'm pretty sure you said you were going to be in charge the rest of the trip."

"I said I wanted to be in charge of the ACTIVITIES the rest of the trip."

"Hmm. Funny how I kind of interpreted that differently," Ann said with a wink. "So...are you just hoping, or are you making me do it?"

The devilish look in Ann's eyes told me how she wanted me to answer. The whole thing knocked me off stride for a moment. I'd only intended to be in charge so that I could surprise Ann. But that was all contingent on what Tina and Nancy had been able to work out, if anything. I only knew that Tina had been able to make a reservation for our first night's stay, which meant I knew where Ann and I needed to be at the end of the night. I really didn't have a plan for anything like Ann was referring too.

But as I looked at her, I realized that there was really no reason they couldn't go hand in hand. If Tina was able to set something up, I could just infer that that was all part of the master plan. If she'd come up empty because she didn't have enough time, well...being 'in charge' of Ann the rest of the week could at least keep the trip interesting, which was something I was at least a little concerned about. Besides, I'd been pretty good about making things up as I went along. Wanting Ann to pose nude for me beside a road sign was just the latest explicit example. 

I grinned at Ann, and said, "Take off your robe, Anna."

Ann's eyes grew wider, and she looked at me like she hadn't heard me correctly. "Did you say take it...off? Or open it?" 

I let my grin answer for me as I lifted the camera to look through the viewfinder. Focusing it, I looked at the priceless expression on Ann's face as she nervously untied the bow of the sash around her waist. "Any time you're ready," I said as I peered around the edge of the camera, before quickly ducking my head back behind it.

Ann looked past me, trying to gauge the traffic. In reality, it really wasn't that busy. She wasn't concerned about the traffic heading east on the other side of the barrier. She was just looking the oncoming cars and trucks, trying to decide when to put on her show. Ann watched, and after a semi roared past us, making her hair blow in the wind it created, she opened the front of her robe and struck a sexy pose. I snapped a picture, and went to re-focus and take another, when she quickly closed it as another truck barreled up to where we were standing.

"Anna...I want you to take it all the way off," I said as I looked at her again.

"Neil...there are..."

"Or, you can take it off and hand it to me, and then you'll have to go back across the road naked," I said holding out my hand. 

Ann literally shook, her body reacting to my words. "Oh...shit," she said as she looked past me again, kind of standing on her toes to peek around me.

Finding her moment, Ann opened the front, and slipped the garment off her sexy shoulders, throwing it to me to hold so it wouldn't get dirty. As I took the first picture, my heart was doing flip-flops thinking about what Ann was willingly doing for me. Sure, in some sense...a very loose sense, I'd made her do it. But Ann was letting it happen, surrendering herself to me so we could have some innocent fun. 

The expression on her face when I took the first photo seemed to paint the picture of her being in shock. That was followed by a bit of embarrassment as a car passed us. They were flying by, so I'm not sure how much they really saw. But it still had an impact on Ann's demeanor. She knew they had seen something, and I confirmed that when I saw the brake lights come on for a brief second after it went past us; the driver undoubtedly tapping them quickly when they realized what they thought they had seen. 

Ann looked at me, a slight expression of fear on her face. Then again, maybe it was more a look of childlike wonder. She seemed both calm and anxious at the same time. 

"Anna...stop worrying. It's just you, me...and the camera right now. Try to think of yourself as a model, and this is part of what you do. Don't worry about what's going on around you and just concentrate on the camera. That's the only thing that's looking at you, and it wants to see you being sexy and excited, just like you were on the beach yesterday."

Ann heard what I said, and took it to heart. Her personality kicked in, and in seconds, she was striking a couple of sexy poses. The first was with her right arm raised over her head, leaning it against the post closest to the road. Her left hand was on her hip, which was jutting out a little, her legs spread with her toes pointing a little outward to open her hips. Next came a pose where she took the post and treated it like a stripper pole, her legs straddling each side. Her right hand held the pole as she back bent backwards, her head tilted so that her long curly hair dangled behind her. Her left hand cupped her breast, and I couldn't get over how wide her smile was.

Then she bent over at the waist, her legs spreading shoulder width as she moved her hands down her legs to her ankles. She looked back between her legs, making me shiver. It was my favorite pose from all the Playboy and Penthouse magazines I'd ever looked at as a kid. I didn't remember if I'd ever told Ann that, but the way she was smiling told me she knew.

Lastly, Ann squatted down in front of the sign, spreading her knees wide to offer me a shot of her bare pussy. Her hands were in her hair, tousling it as her elbows pointed straight out like her knees. Once I'd taken a couple of pictures in that position, she stood up, and we both knew it was time to move on. I walked over to her quickly and handed her the Kimono, but she didn't take it. Instead, she quickly looked in both directions, before grinning at me.

"There's no one coming...I don't have time to put that on," she said, and she started strutting across the interstate just like she was. I looked, and any vehicles that were coming were off in the distance. Instead of walking with her, I stayed put and took pictures as she walked away, carefully traversing the wall, before walking over to the car and getting in.

By the time I made it over to the car, Ann had two fingers deep into her pussy, and she was ramming them in and out as fast as she could. I smiled as I opened the passenger door and I quickly took another picture. Ann glanced over at me, her eyes glazed over as she tried to bring herself to a quick climax. I knelt down, beside the open door and grabbed her hand, pulling it out.

"Wh...what! Why did you stop me!" Ann said desperately.

"Because, I want you to remember your last orgasm in California as the one I gave you last night."

"Then you better get in and start driving...cause I'm really close, and Nevada is just over there," Ann said, pointing. Her fingers shined, wet from the moisture of her cunt, and I looked down to see that her thighs were also glistening. 

I took her hand, and said, "I know were Nevada is, babe. We have to take pictures in front of that sign too."

"Oh my God...really! I don't think I can do that again so soon, baby."

"Sure you can," I said, holding the robe in front of her. "Do you want this?" 

Ann took it this time, and slipped it on. She took a deep breath, and said, "Before I do this, what's the other thing?"

Ann wanted to know what else we were going to do along our trip. I really wasn't trying to draw it out. Our fun just kind of kept getting in the way. I took her hand and helped her to her feet, bringing her wet fingers to my mouth as she leaned up against the little blue car. I licked them clean, tasting her, savoring it like it was a delicacy.

"The other thing we're going to do...is...we're going to have sex at least once in every state we go through. And that's something we're going to do every time we travel. If it's a new state, we're fucking in it."

Ann let out a low mewl, and asked, "How many states are we going to travel through on this trip?"

"I don't know...we can figure that out later. I just know it's a lot, and it's going to give us some wonderful memories to go along with driving across the country, don't you think?"

Ann turned and headed toward the sign, dropping the robe onto the ground next to the car. She strutted over to the sign, and turned, making the same perfect pose with her hand against the inside pole next to the road than she had on the other side of the highway. 

Smiling, she said, "Yes it will...and as you can see, Nevada is waiting for us. So let's take these pictures baby. Then we can go find a place to fuck and add Nevada to our list!"

~*~*~*~*~*~

It was a short list. Ann and I had only fucked in Indiana and California to that point, so it was hardly a list at all. But if we stuck to our plan to have sex at least once in every state we visited during our trip, we would be adding quite a few more to it by the end of the week. 

We hadn't found anyplace in the Reno that we felt comfortable with. It was just too crowded, even on a weekday. But the farther we headed east of Reno, the less traffic there was. It was farther than either of us really wanted to drive, but Ann understood, even as she teased her own pussy into a wet, frenzied mess. Part of the problem was that as we passed Reno, there were not only less people on the road, there were practically no towns. We didn't just want to pull off on the side of the road, thinking that in such a desolate area but still close to a major city, any cop that might be going down the interstate would stop to check on what was going on.

We finally caught a break when we came upon a rest area. Ann saw the sign for it first, and she squealed and said, "There! There's a place, Neil!"

"Way ahead of you, babe," I said as I pulled into the right lane and left my blinker on to pull off the interstate.

We were in a part of Nevada where the population was getting more and more sparse. And that meant that there was a lot less traffic than on most interstates I'd traveled on. So much so, that instead of building rest areas on both sides of the interstate, they'd made and exit, and both east and west bound travelers used the same one on the south side of the highway. 

Because there were so few cars and trucks on the highway, the rest stop wasn't that busy, and the few cars that had stopped had pulled up next to the building so they could go in, cool off, and presumably use the facilities. I found a secluded spot in the back of the place, well behind the building. I found a little area of shade trees, and pulled in at an angle so that Ann's side of the car was more hidden. We'd already made love...well, fucked, on the driver's side of Ann's car when were in the parking lot of the Police Station in the town she had lived in, and that proved to be very cramped. I was hoping with the steering wheel out of the way, the passenger side would be at least a little better.

As I got out of the car and walked around to the other side, I noticed the heat for the first time. Ann's Civic didn't have air conditioning, but traveling at close 80 with the windows down and the fan blowing though the vents, it hadn't seemed that bad. Perhaps I had just become conditioned to the comfortable climate of northern California, and my mind hadn't transitioned to the desert-like conditions where we were in Nevada. But now that we had stopped, I couldn't help but feel the burden of the oppressive heat.

Ann didn't feel it as much as I did, simply because by the time I got to her door, she'd already opened it, and she'd slipped off her little silk robe. She turned to face me, spreading her legs; placing her heels on the concrete surface as she scooted to the edge of her seat. Looking at her naked body, I let out a little moan. 

"I feel the same way, lover," Ann said as she reached up for the waistband of my shorts. Pulling it away from my body, she carefully stretched it over my hard cock, sitting up to take a peek as the head of my shaft popped into view. Ann moaned herself as she lowered my shorts past my knees, letting them drop to the ground. Moving her upper body forward, she took my cock in her hand and slowly swallowed me down her throat until her nose was nestled against my abdomen.

Ann grabbed my ass and started pulling me into her, fucking me with her face. I slipped my shirt off, wanting to join her in being naked. It was so hot that anyone that saw me standing next to the car wouldn't have blinked an eye from my being without a shirt. Of course, they might have wondered why I was standing behind the car to begin with, and why I was moving back and forth in place like I was.

If anyone was watching, they didn't have long to wonder about that. Ann was just getting me slick with her mouth so that she could fuck me. Not that I really needed that extra bit of saliva lubing me up. Between the precum flowing from the tip of my cock and Ann's soaked pussy...lube wasn't going to be a problem.

Ann stood up and had me sit where she'd been sitting. I stepped out of my shorts, and got in position so that Ann could straddle my legs. Her hot, tight pussy slipped over my shaft, and she sank all the way down in one slow, smooth motion. She let out an exhale, like my cock was pushing the air out of her lungs from the inside. And I felt big enough and hard enough to do just that. 

Letting out a little giggle, Ann said, "God that feels soooo good!"

"Yes it does, lover," I said as I pulled her face to mine, kissing her passionately. 

Ann melted into my arms, as much from the heat as from the way we were kissing each other as she sat on my fat cock. I could feel the veins of my shaft pulsing against the walls of her stretched cunt. We were starting to sweat, and we weren't even moving yet. Fortunately, there was a little breeze coming through the trees guarding us from the west, and the passenger door was facing that direction.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 51



Ann had tilted the rear view mirror to look at herself as she drove. It wasn't like the mirror was doing her much good from a driving standpoint anyway, since the back of the car was packed almost to the ceiling for our cross country trip. Still, it was odd when she kept glancing at the mirror like she was driving normally, knowing that each time her eyes checked it, she was looking at herself, and not the traffic behind her.

"I still can't believe you made me go in there like this," Ann said as she shifted her head a little to look at herself at a little different angle.

"What are you talking about," I laughed. "That's not how you looked when you went in and you know it. You look fine now!"

"Well, yeah. But you know what I mean. I can't believe you made me go in there like I looked like before I went in there."

"That's the weirdest sentence I think I've ever heard." 

"Well...that's the weirdest thing you've ever made me do."

"So far," I laughed. "Besides, you love me making you do things, and that turned you on and you know it," I said as I reclined in the passenger seat. 

I couldn't recline as far as I wanted, again because little hatchback being stuffed so full. But I'd deliberately given some extra room to that side, whatever space I could create, so that whoever wasn't driving could tilt back and sleep if they wanted. It wasn't a full recline, but it was a little over halfway, which was good enough.

Ann turned and looked back at me, reaching over to rub my leg as she drove, feeling up under my shorts. She was teasing me with her fingertips, and she winked at me. 

"You're right. I just can't believe how horrible I looked."

"Anna, you've never looked more beautiful than you did then...well, except now. And any other time I've seen you."

"Yeah...right!" she said sarcastically.

I sat up and reached underneath her cropped green tank top, feeling the damp skin of the underside of her right breast. "I'm serious, babe," I said as I licked her earlobe. "You looked so fucking HOT!"

"I WAS hot! I was also sweaty, and sticky, and I had a huge load of your cum all over me."

"And yet you're still the sexiest woman I've ever seen, then and now," I said, kissing her temple.

Ann turned and gave me a quick kiss, and said, "I needed to hear that, Neil. Thank you."

"You're welcome. And besides...it's true," I said, laying back and closing my eyes to get some rest.

~*~*~*~*~*~

When we'd finished our Nevada fuck, Ann had gotten dressed, putting her cute little green skirt on. She went to get a towel from behind her seat to clean up her face, and I said, "Babe, you begged me to cum there. I think it needs to stay there."

"I just need to get it off my face so I can get my shirt on," she said, not comprehending what I was saying.

"Anna...did you want me to cum on your face?"

"Well...yeah," she answered; her eyes wide and innocent.

"Then I don't want you to clean it. You asked for it, you got it...you can leave it."

"Neil!"

"I'm in charge...so...I want you to leave it like it is." I leaned over and kissed her, reaching under her skirt. I stuffed two fingers into her pussy and rammed them in and out a couple of times, making her squeal into my mouth. Taking them out, I brought my fingers to my mouth and tasted them. "Put you shirt on, and let's get going. We still a lot of driving to do to get to Utah," I smiled.

Ann had just mentioned wanting to get to Utah so we could add another state to our list of ones where we'd fucked. And since I'd just primed her pussy again by playing with her, she suddenly couldn't wait to get going. 

"I'll drive!" she said a she threw her shirt on and scrambled around the car. I grabbed my shorts off the concrete and hopped in, slipping them on as she started the car and pulled out of the parking lot. "We're heading east, right?" she said as she made her way towards the ramps to the interstate. Being that both directions of the interstate used the same rest stop, Ann had the option of going either way. 

"Yes, babe. We're going east," I laughed as I lifted my hips up to get my shorts over them.

With my crotch thrust up in the air, Ann reached over and grabbed my still half hard cock, stroking it. "Don't tease me about not knowing which way I'm going right now," she said as she waved my shaft back and forth to make a point. "With this big thing around, it's really hard to concentrate."

"I'm sorry, Anna," I snickered.

"I'm serious. You made me cum so hard I'm still a little loopy right now. I feel like a wet dishrag," she said, taking her hand off my cock as she sped up on the entrance ramp. 

I had slipped my shorts on, but left my shirt off. We were both hot, and the sudden burst of wind through the windows, and the vent fan being on high, made us both feel a little better. I was cooling off, and Ann seemed to be too. Her shirt was clinging to her breasts, the perspiration from her chest soaking through. It wasn't a wet T-shirt moment, because her top was green. But her nipples were hard, and poked into the thin material, making what had always been a very nice view for me even better. 

Ann caught me, and said, "You're staring at my nipples again, aren't you?"

"Uh huh. But hey, I left mine out for you to enjoy too."

"Do you want me to lift my shirt?" Ann said, her hand touching the bottom of the cropped top. 

"Actually, I kind of like them the way they are right now, babe. Besides, I like knowing I can make you do that anytime I want. Even when you least expect it," I grinned.

Ann saw my devilish smile, and let out a little moan. Staring through the windshield at the road ahead, she let out a peaceful little sigh. "I love you, Neil," she said over the loud rush of the road as she hit 80 on the speedometer. 

"I love you too, Anna." 

~*~*~*~*~*~

We'd stopped for lunch at a town called Winnemucca. I'd hoped to find a nice place to eat, mainly because I'd remembered Ann's Uncle Marty telling me to make sure splurge on her with the money he'd given me. He wanted me to make sure we ate and stayed at nice places. And I'd promised him, so I felt like I kind of had an obligation. But I also promised him I wouldn't tell Ann...and she was in no mood for a fancy, sit down lunch.

And the main reason for that was how she looked. How we both looked, really. We'd fucked hard and fast in the parking lot of the rest area...and it was hot sex both figuratively and literally. Any time I fucked Ann it was amazing; but for whatever reason, to me it was one of the best times we'd had together. Maybe I was a little biased simply because it was the most recent...but the fact that we both came away from it a filthy, sweaty mess made it seem even better.

Yet that also made Ann self-conscious, since I insisted that she not clean up. I loved the way she looked. The cum on her face had dried, but other than being a little flaky, it didn't appear to be that noticeable. The dried cum in her hair was another story. I'd shot a lot of thick ropes of cum in her curly brown locks, which at the time had become matted down some from her perspiring so much. And so, her hair dried like that.

Ann kidded about it at first, making a comment about how she'd like me to cum in her hair before she laid out in the sun, thinking it would create natural highlights in her soft brown curls. But now that we were looking for a place to eat, she had a different view.

"Can't we just go to a drive through somewhere and get it to go. I can eat while I drive, and you'll still get the thrill of at least one person seeing me like this."

"Ann...we need to go inside and cool off. It's got to be 95 degrees out. Besides, we really need to let the car cool down for a while too."

"The car's fine. I just had it serviced...the coolant is perfect," she said, grasping at straws.

"That doesn't mean we shouldn't stop. Let's go in and sit down and cool off for a little bit...okay?" She started to say something, and I said, "We can compromise on where we go...or, I can just MAKE you go where I want to. I'm willing to be a good sport about this."

"Are you REALLY willing to compromise?" she grinned wickedly. 

I could have played the trump card and told her that I was in charge. That's what she said she wanted all along...to be made to do something. But I knew deep down that it was upsetting her to look like she did. Ann wanted to look sexy...and it wasn't the cum that was changing that look about her. It was the way her hair looked flat and unnatural, and that bothered her. 

Because of that, I could tell that Ann was more than willing to compromise. Knowing from her smile that she was likely thinking of trading off the type of restaurant where I hoped to take her to eat for something else, I figured I'd at least find out just what that meant before I made a big deal out of it. After all, bartering could be good, provided you were holding the advantage going in. And I really didn't want to embarrass Ann...I just wanted to keep her on edge and turned on.

"What do you have in mind?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

Ann smiled and said, "I'll willing to go into a fast food place. But, I want to clean up once I get in there."

"In exchange for?" I questioned, wanting to see what her mind was thinking.

"I just want to clean up, Neil. You're still in charge. Take this however you want, but I'm going to be in a much better mood if I feel good about how I look. And when I'm in a good mood..." she said, winking at me at the end. 

I could have finished that sentence even without the sexy little wink. Knowing that only good things could come from helping Ann to feel good about herself, we ended up going to a Wendy's; Ann carrying her purse, filled with who knows what, and me armed with the orange canvas bag that we were using to carry the camera. Ann decided since there was no one else standing in line when we walked in, she would at least join me at the counter. She stood there, leaning into my body, her arm around my waist as we waited for someone to come and take our order.

When the young girl came up, Ann smiled at her and asked how she was doing, attempting to deflect the stares with her smile and personality. The girl nodded, but couldn't take her eyes off of Ann. I could only imagine what she must have thought. 

Ann looked up, studying the menu board. "I'll take a double cheeseburger meal with everything, and a water. Oh...and a medium Frosty," she said with her normal cheerful voice. Then Ann turned to me and said, "I'm going to go wash you out of my hair, baby. I'll meet you at the table." 

I laughed and said, "I'm sorry I made such a mess." 

Ann leaned up and gave me a kiss. She started to walk away, swaying her hips seductively as she went. Looking back over her shoulder, she said, "That's okay, lover. It's all protein, anyway. It'll make my hair shine." She gave me a playful little wave and walked around the corner.

I smiled and looked up that the board, knowing I was being stared at. I gave the girl my order, and when I looked down, she was still wide eyed with her mouth open.

"Did you get that?" I asked.

"Huh? Oh...yeah," she said, looking down to enter my order. I paid her and got my change, then I slid down the little wooden railing they have and waited for them to place our food on the tray. 

I heard the clip-clopping sound of Ann's heels coming from the hallway next to the kitchen. As she emerged from behind the wall, she kept looking straight, heading for the dining section. Her hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail. It was slick, and looked a little darker from being wet. That in and of itself was enough for me to take notice, but I was also struck by Ann's makeup. She didn't just freshen herself up...she totally changed her look.

I didn't get that good of a look, since she walked by quickly, heading for the atrium area that all Wendy's seemed to have at the front of the building. She turned when she passed through the little doorway, heading past the partition wall toward a corner. When the food finally came, I walked carefully back to where Ann was seated.

I'd wondered why Ann would have chosen the atrium, just because of the oppressive heat we'd been experiencing. The main dining area was totally empty, probably because we were eating a late lunch, and we were well before the dinner crowd. But Ann headed to the front anyway. But the management of the restaurant obviously anticipated what the weather conditions would be like, because they had the shades all the way down to hide the sun and keep that area of the dining room darker and cooler.

I glanced to my right as I turned around the corner, seeing an older couple at the far end. Ann was to my left, seated at a chair at a table in the corner with her back to me. I set the tray in front of her and went to sit in the chair across from her, and when I saw her, I damn near missed the chair altogether. 

Ann let out a little cackle as I stumbled before collecting myself. "Are you okay, baby? You act like something startled you."

"You could say that," I said as I grinned at her, trying to grab the table to support my suddenly wobbly legs.

Ann looked like a model. She hadn't been wearing much makeup to start her day. First because she could get away without wearing a lot, something than most women wouldn't even dare to try. And secondly, we were traveling, and she knew it was going to be a hot day with us trapped in the car. But now, with her hair pulled back, she'd totally changed her image, and she'd done her makeup to match her new mood.

She had applied more blush and redone her eyeliner, which I would have expected just under normal 'freshen up' standards. But she added eye shadow...a beautiful shade of green that complimented her outfit. She'd also done her lashes. I'd never seen them so long and thick, and when she batted her eyes, I became lost in them. That is, until she licked her lips, which were now a dark shade of burgundy, highlighted around the edge perfectly with a darker lip liner.

Ann had also changed her jewelry, removing the emerald studs she'd been wearing on her ears before, replacing them with two golden hoop earrings the size of half dollars, and a she added a fairly thick gold necklace that had a star the size of a quarter dangling from it. Lastly, she had some gold hoop bracelets on her left wrist. It was all costume jewelry, but it looked really good together. 

I literally shivered a little as I stared at Ann. She smiled and said, "So, do you like the new me?"

I laughed and said, "No...I love the new you. Just as much as I love all the other versions of you."

"Awe...that's sweet. But really, do you like it?"

"I love it Ann. I love YOU!"

Ann smiled and took her sandwich off the tray. I shook my head slightly as she started to eat, and she just grinned as her teeth sank into the big sandwich in front of her. I grabbed mine and opened the wrapper, and I joined her. I hadn't realized how famished I actually was. And the way Ann was attacking her burger, I knew she must have been hungry too.

We ate in silence for a while, content to eat and stare at each other. Ann was flirting with her eyes, and it wasn't long before I felt the toe of her shoe resting on the chair between my legs. As she eased it up against my crotch, she grinned.

"Do you want to take off my shoe for me?" she said in the deep sexy voice she'd started to use every now and then to drive me wild.

It was obvious what Ann wanted to do. She'd teased me with her foot at restaurants before. And my heart jumped when I thought about letting her do that to me again. And then my mind jumped back to the last time Ann had her foot on my shaft, thinking if how she'd jacked me off at the going away party a couple of days before. Looking at Ann sitting there, eating a french fry like she was making love to it, I became inspired. Ann still had food left to finish, including her Frosty, while I'd pretty much finished mine. I guessed that Ann figured we still had some time, so she wanted to play...and I agreed.

I took her foot and kind of pushed it off the edge of my chair gently as I slipped the sandal off my own foot. 

Ann's bottom lip jutted out in a fake, but sexy pout. "You don't want to play footsie?" Of course, Ann was talking about her brand of foostie, compared to the every day, run of the mill type where one person rubbed there foot up and down the foot and lower leg of the person they were flirting with. But that was fine by me.

"Of course I want to play footsie," I said as I flashed an evil little grin, my bare foot making its way up along her leg until it rested as hers had, on the seat between her legs.

Ann's eyes widened as she felt my big toe against her bare pussy. "Oh...fuck," she said as I grazed her clit.

"So, tell me Anna...what made you change your appearance so drastically?"

"You...you brought the camera in with you. Which means you obviously had a reason in mind for you to do that...and I'm pretty sure it's going to involve me. So, I figured if you're going to take my picture, I'd better make sure I look good for the camera."

I smiled when I thought about Ann's logic, and the fact that she was prepared for me to take pictures. She continued to nibble at her food as I dug into the canvas bag and pulled out the 35mm. Ann smiled for me as I focused the lens on her face. Then, just before I pressed the button to take a photo, I pressed my foot forward, forcing my big toe to slip into Ann's wet pussy.

Ann's mouth flew open, and I pressed the button on the camera, capturing her shock and surprise. "Oh...Neil!" she snapped, her eyes closing as she felt me start to jam my foot back and forth a little. I wasn't penetrating her much, but it was enough to make her squirm in her seat.

"Yes?" I answered, taking another picture as she leaned her head back and let me fuck her with my foot.

She grabbed the edges of the table, gripping tightly...and I realized she was actually enjoying it more than I could have imagined. "God...I can't believe how good that actually feels," she panted. 

"Lift up your shirt," I said quietly.

"What?" she said, her eyes looking at me from underneath her half-open eyelids.

"Lift up your shirt...I told you that I was going to make you do it when you least expected it," I said as I looked around the camera.

Ann froze for a second, not processing what I was saying. I wasn't sure if she was distracted by what I was doing with my foot, or if she suddenly had second thoughts about exposing herself. I stopped playing with her pussy, pulling my toe out of her and placing the sole of my foot squarely on the edge of her seat between her legs.

"Noooooo!" Ann squealed, trying to keep her emotions under control. "Baby...I was so close...why did you stop?"

"I had to stop, Anna. You didn't do what I asked you to do. If you want me to make you do things, I don't think it's too much to ask that you actually do them. Or did you mean that I have to physically make you do them. Because if that's what you meant, I don't..."

"That's not what I meant, Neil. You don't have to 'make me' make me, if that makes any sense," she said nervously. 

"Well, just asking you doesn't work. I mean, either we're doing this, or..."

"Neil...I'm sorry. I got caught up in what you were doing to me, which was AMAZING, by the way! Can we start over, or did I ruin the mood," she said calmly, leaning over the table.

"Maybe...but we have to have an understanding. I don't like the mixed signals I get sometimes, Ann. I think we need to talk about some things. There've been a couple of things that have kind of had me wondering."

"Oh...," Ann said, sitting back in her chair a little. "Okay...we can talk." Ann put pushed her food off to the side, and put her hands on the table, folding one over the other in front of her. I looked down at her ring, sparkling from the light hanging low over our table. 




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 51



She didn't seem to be nervous. Ann's body language told me that she was more than willing to stop what we were doing and address whatever was on my mind. I stared at that ring on her finger for the longest time. And Ann sat patiently, waiting on me to say something. She didn't fidget, or squirm...or even sigh. She just sat there, waiting for me to talk. 

A warm feeling came over me. Ann seemed so secure in who we were together. My statement could have been taken any one of a hundred ways. Yet she apparently didn't see anything negative in it...at least, not enough that she was worried. And when I thought of how I might have reacted had she said that to me...well, I doubt I would have been sitting there so calm, with a loving smile on my face like she had. And that warm feeling of love reached across the table and embraced me as I sat there. I smiled back at Ann, and moved my foot forward, grazing her pussy again.

Ann's eyes opened wide again as I pressed my toe against her labia, spreading her lips apart a second time. "I...I thought you wanted to talk!" she stammered.

"We still have about 1,700 miles left to talk, Anna," I said with a wink. "Right now, we're starting over, just like you asked. Take off your shirt."

"Take it off? I thought you just wanted me to lift it up?"

"I did before...but you lost that privilege when you didn't do it the first time. So...take it off. I'm going to make you cum right here, and I want to see you naked while I do it...at least from the waist up."

Ann moaned as she crossed her arms in front of her and grabbed the bottom of her little cropped off shirt. She started to glance over her shoulder, and I shook my head. "Don't worry about them, Anna...or anyone else, for that matter. The windows are covered, so I'm the only one that's going to see you. Just take it off." Ann quickly slipped it over her head and placed it on the table next to her food. I nodded toward her dessert, and said, "Grab the Frosty and start eating it."

I picked up the camera, and took several pictures of her eating the cold treat, including one of her reacting to both my toe jamming into her pussy, and the brain freeze she got from the big spoonful she had in her mouth. Her body shivered a little, and the heel of her hand went to her right eye, pressing against it as she felt the sharp pain behind it.

"I hate that feeling," Ann said as she shook her head.

"What about this one?" I said as moved my toe to her clit, and started moving it back and forth rapidly. 

"OH!" she yelped, her voice traveling across the room. I looked over her shoulder and saw the elder gentleman look past what was presumably his wife, glancing towards us. But he went back to his meal as I lifted the camera again and took another picture of Ann.

"Rub the cup against your nipples," I said to Ann as I kept playing with her clit with my foot.

"Holy shit...that's cold!" she exclaimed as she did what I asked her to do...this time, on the first request. But just a couple of photos later, Ann had to put the dessert down rapidly. Grabbing the edges of the table like she had before, her body went rigid. I wiggled my foot, trying to rub her clit harder, but I was already doing just enough.

"Neil...I'm cumming!" Ann whispered faintly, her voice a high pitched squeak as I felt my foot being coated with her warm, wet fluid. She spread her legs wider, and I was able to go a little deeper. Ann sucked in her breath and held it, letting the pleasure of what I was doing flow through her. Finally, she exhaled with a low "Unnnnnhhh!", and she slumped down in her chair. 

The other couple got up right after Ann's orgasm, never bothering to see what was going on behind them. He took the tray of food and dumped it, and returned to help his wife by pulling her chair out a little. They walked hand in hand out the door, and I couldn't help but smile at the image. Of course, the one in front of me was a pretty nice sight too.

I pulled out my foot, sticking it back into my sandal still very wet. Standing up, I moved to the other side of the little atrium, about 10 feet or so from Ann, and I lifted the Nikon. Ann looked over to me, still a little disheveled. But she knew what I wanted without my having to ask this time, and she turned in her chair and spread her legs, showing off her wet pussy for me. She made a couple of poses, and then she picked up her Frosty and placed it against her cunt. Her eyes got wide, but she left it there and started spooning out the chocolate ice cream and eating it.

When she finally finished, she looked at me and said, "I'm done. Is there anything else you'd like me to do?"

"Yeah...let's go. Grab the tray, and I'll get your shirt," I said with a smile.

"I'm...walking out like this?" she asked sheepishly.

"Uh huh...there's nobody in the place," I said as I grabbed the shirt and the canvas bag. I walked past Ann, grinning as I left her at the table and headed for the door. I stood at the doorway and waited for her, camera in hand. 

Ann came strutted down though the empty dining room, carrying the tray in one hand and her purse in the other. And she wasn't covering herself up. She was walking proudly, her head held high as her tits bounced with every confident step. I took a couple of pictures, and she smiled as she turned when she got to me and dumped the trash off the tray into the garbage can. Setting the tray on top, she reached into her purse and pulled out her keys.

She smiled, looking at me like everything was normal. "Ready to go, baby?"

I kissed her and opened the door. "Yes babe...I'm ready."

Just then, another couple walked in through the outer door. They were in their 40's, and they stopped as Ann stepped through the door I was holding. She looked at them nonchalantly and said, "Hi...how are you?" Then she walked through the other door the gentleman was holding open and said, "Thanks!"

They both looked at me with their jaws dropped, and I held up her shirt, balled up in my hand. Shrugging my shoulders, I said, "What can I say...she spilled some ketchup on herself. Thanks a lot." I walked past them out the door and I stopped just outside and took a couple of pictures of Ann as she walked topless across the parking lot. 

She looked back as she opened her car door. "Are you coming, or are you just going to stand there staring at me?"

"I probably could cum just by standing here staring at you. You are so beautiful!"

"I think that's what the people looking out the window are thinking too. Come on, baby...let's go." She climbed in the car and shut her door, and I scrambled to get into the passenger seat. I had a little trouble sitting down because my cock was so hard. I groaned, and she asked if I was okay.

"Just a little hard to get in," I said.

"I bet...did you have a good time?" she asked.

"Shouldn't I be asking you that question?"

"I just came in the middle of a restaurant, Neil. But yeah, if you're asking...I had a great time!"

"Me too," I said a she backed the car out and whipped it out of the parking lot.

~*~*~*~*~*~

We'd driven about a half-hour since we'd gotten back on the interstate, after we'd finished our combination lunch and erotic photo shoot. I'd let Ann put her sexy little top back on, mostly because I was still hard as a rock, and every mile she drove topless was driving me crazy. She giggled as she slipped it over her head and moved her arms through the little yellow straps that held it up.

Ann was driving at a pretty good clip, passing the occasional car or semi as we hurtled down the highway. She was a very good driver, and while I suppose that could have surprised me, it really didn't. It was just another item checked off on the long list of things she was excellent at. We were in the middle of nowhere, driving with the windows down, the fan blowing, and the stereo blasting. I was singing along to one of my Eric Clapton tapes that I'd brought along, when Ann suddenly reached for the power button and turned off the music.

"Hey...that was a good song," I said, puzzled by what she'd just done.

"It's a very good song. I love Clapton," she said with a smile. "Well, maybe I don't love him as much as you do...but I really like him."

"So...why'd you turn it off?"

"We need to talk," she said, smiling at me.

I had a nervous pang run through me almost instantly, and then I caught myself. I looked at Ann. Specifically, I looked at her ring, and it calmed me, as I began thinking back to me saying the very same thing at the restaurant.

She grinned and said, "I figured you forgot that you said that, after all the stuff we did back at Wendy's. But it's kind of been on my mind, and I don't want it hanging out there. You said we needed to talk, and I think we should. What's on you mind, baby? What's been bothering you?"

"Did I say 'bother'?"

"No...but you didn't have to. I could tell. Don't be like me and drag it out. Just tell me."

I laughed at her making fun of the way she sometimes stumbled over telling me things. And that was part of it. So, I started there.

"Okay...why DO you have such a hard time telling me things? Sometimes I feel like you're keeping things from me."

"What do you mean?"

"It just seems like sometimes you can't get the words out. Or that you're...I don't know...hedging a little bit."

"Okay. That's fair. And I know I struggle with my emotions sometimes. I could say that's just part of being a woman. And there's some truth to that...but I also don't want to use that as a crutch."

"Is it hard to talk to me?" I asked.

Ann looked over and smiled sweetly. "No, baby. You're one of the best listeners I've ever met...and maybe that's part of the problem. I've always had problems in relationships because it's like...guys don't understand me, or they don't WANT to understand me. I've always felt like what I have to say didn't matter."

"Really? Why would anyone think that?"

"Because I had a habit of picking guys that were wrong for me. And...well, it was California, and every guy I went out with seemed to have that 'me first' quality to them that we've talked about before. They were so busy talking about themselves...well, let's just say you are such a change from what I'm used to...that I'm still getting used to you."

"So...why would that make it harder for you?"

Ann sighed. "Because...you just got out of a bad relationship...and so did I. And I guess sometimes I have trouble saying what's on my mind because I don't you to think of me as being like your ex. I don't want to be compared to her."

"Ann...there's no comparison between you and her. First of all, I'd never DO that."

"Sure you would. And you have."

"No I haven't," I said, a little defiantly.

Ann laughed and said, "SURE you have. Everybody does it. I've done it with you, Neil. Face it...we judge those we're with against those we've been with in the past. We may not THINK we're doing it...but we are. That doesn't mean there's anything sinister about it. But if you were to, say...fuck me in such a great way that I've never felt before...well, in some little way, I'm comparing you to other guys I've fucked, aren't I? I have to be, to know that I never felt it before. And when it comes to the most recent person we've been with, or more importantly...the person that broke our hearts, that comparison is going on a lot more than we care to admit. And the fear in the back of my head is...am I doing or saying anything that's going to remind you of her."

I thought about what Ann said, and it touched me in a way that I never thought it could. She was right...I had judged her. How could I not? And the fact that I had done it without really thinking about it bothered me. It made me wonder if I'd been unfair, or overly critical. And it made me wonder if I'd acted in a way that reminded her of her ex boyfriend.

My silence must have been longer than I'd thought, and Ann seemed to read my thoughts. "Baby, I didn't say that to freak you out. And in case I've never told you, you haven't said anything, or done anything, other than be the most amazing man I've ever been with. I'm so lucky to have you...and that's why I stumble sometimes. I don't want to mess that up, because I don't want to lose you."

My head shook quickly, and my eyes snapped up, looking at her. "Ann...do you think..."

She smiled, a small little tear running down her cheek. "Not anymore. You came to get me." 

The realization that Ann thought that I might not come to get her hit me like a NFL linebacker. "Oh my God...Ann. How could you think that I wouldn't come to get you? I love you!"

"I know you do. I've always known that. But...sometimes, late at night, I'd lie awake and wonder. It just seemed like it was taking forever, and that the magical day when you'd come to California to rescue me was never going to come."

When Ann said 'rescue', my thoughts actually went to Dawn. That was something she'd said...and something we'd done for each other. And when Dawn came to mind, in that briefest of moments, I realized, then and there, that comparisons between other women I'd been with before Ann WERE always going to be there in my mind, ready to be plucked out of the air in an instant and used. And that use was the issue. You could use those memories and compare them favorably or...as Ann had said, there was always a possibility, however small it may be, that there could be something sinister lying beneath the surface. 

That was actually the whole issue with my ex. Too busy comparing. Actually, she took the concept of comparison shopping to a whole new level. She couldn't stop looking for guys to compare. In fact, she wasn't 'comparing' at all. She was always on the lookout for the next guy that she could find to use to contrast against me, and there's a big difference.  

"Neil...are you with me?" Ann asked. I'd been lost in thought, and she'd brought me back.

"Forever, Anna," I said, reaching across to wipe the tear from her face.

"Why do you always do that?" she asked.

"Do what?"

"Brush away my tears."

"That's what I'm supposed to do. It's all a part of the rescue."

Ann sucked in her breath, and I thought she was going to burst into a full-blown cry. But she caught herself and kept it together. Now SHE was silent, and she focused on her driving for a little bit. 

I let her gather herself emotionally, and then I asked, "Anna...are you with me?"

She reached out her hand, taking mine in hers. "Forever, Neil. What else do you want to talk about?"

I felt like we'd already talked enough. Any time you talk, and it gets to the point of being emotional, sometimes it's best to find a good stopping point. And we seemed to be there. "That's it," I said, thinking it best to quit while we were ahead.

Ann squeezed my hand and said, "No it's not. Let's do this...we're doing so well. I want to get everything out that's on your mind. Please?"

Her little pleading at the end made me melt. And I sighed. "Okay...but before I say anything else, I want to say that you're right. I do compare...I just didn't really think about it like that. But just so you know, there's nothing about you that's anywhere near what my ex was like. So you can stop worrying about that." 

Ann took her hand and patted me on the leg. "And the same goes for you, baby. But it's nice to hear that, and know for sure...isn't it?"

I nodded. "Yeah...it really is."

"Okay. What's your next question?"

I thought for a second for a perfect follow up...but I went instead with what had weighed on my mind the heaviest during our time apart. "Why didn't you give me your phone numbers...or your addresses? Why did you make me feel like I was on an island?"

Ann looked over at me, and she had a little bit of a shocked look on her face. Then she shot me an odd little grin and said, "Neil, I don't remember you ever asking me for them...not until the night you got home from your trip with Tina."

"What?" I said, stunned myself by her answer. 

"You never asked me for them. And frankly, I could never figure out why."

"I never ASKED you?"

"No...you didn't."

"But even your Dad said something to me the day I mailed the pictures to you. He laughed about you finally giving me your information when I handed him the package. He obviously knew you were keeping it from me."

"I wasn't keeping it from you, baby. I talked to him, because I wanted to know if you had asked them for it. Like I said, I couldn't figure out why you hadn't asked me."

"I had to ask? Really?"

Ann sighed again, but it was a good sigh, if there was such a thing. She even laughed a little as she exhaled. "No...I guess you didn't HAVE to. But it would have been nice. And you wouldn't be feeling the way you are now if you had...and I wouldn't have felt like I did all that time."

Ann stunned me again. "How YOU felt?" I asked.

"Of course! Neil, I know you know this baby...but there are two people in this relationship. And we both have feelings."

"Yeah...but I never..."

"I can see that now. Let me ask you a question. Have you ever given a girl your phone number?"

"Sure...but what does that..."

"Have you ever given your number to a girl that didn't ASK for it first?"

"Yes...a few times. Why?"

"Did they call you back?"

"One did."

"But a couple didn't, right?"

"Yeah...so?"

"So, how did that make you feel?"

"Ann, I'm really not following this."

"Look, maybe it's different when a guy gives a girl his number on a whim and she doesn't call. Maybe you're just taking a shot and hoping to get lucky. But for a girl to do it...look, nobody likes to go out on that limb and let someone know you think they're attractive, and you'd like to get to know them a little better, and then have that empty feeling inside when day after day they never call you. And I've had that feeling more than my fair share of times."

"What are you trying to tell me?"

"I'm trying to tell you about me, Neil. What I've gone through. You asked why I didn't give you my number, and I'm trying to tell you why. It's because of who I am, and what I've been through. I went through a year early on, after I moved out of Aunt Helen and Uncle Marty's house, where I was out on my own but I was still this naïve little girl from Indiana...and I got preyed on."

"Preyed...w...what?" 

"That's what it felt like. Guys could tell I wasn't that experienced with men, and they used me. They used that naiveté to their advantage, and they used me. I'd think they were really interested in me, not just sex. And I'd give them my number on my own, thinking that they'd call me. When I finally learned my lesson, I was pretty jaded to the whole 'sharing' personal information thing. So...I never offered. I wanted control over my life, so...I would never give a guy my number unless he asked me. And even then, I rarely did it. And I'm ashamed to say that I turned the tables on a few of them. I got so upset about how I'd been treated, that...occasionally...I'd lead a guy on, get his number, and then throw it away. I'm not proud of it, but it happened."

"Okay...that explains it, to a point. But I asked you to marry me. Doesn't that kind of fall into the 'exception' category?"

"I suppose it does. But why didn't you ask me? Neil, we went at least 6 weeks before you finally asked me...and even then, it was more of a demand than a request. And when you finally said you wanted to know, I kind of said that I was going to tell you anyway. I made it seem like it didn't bother me. But it did."

"But Ann, I never knew it bothered you. You never let on. I thought it was part of some game we were playing...you keeping me on edge."

Ann thought about that for a moment, and said, "Okay...I can see that. I suppose there might have been a couple of times where I made it seem mysterious. I don't remember any specifics, but I suppose I could have."




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 51



Honestly, I didn't remember any specifics either. Maybe I had asked...but not the right way. Or maybe I thought I asked, but never got the words out.

Ann got a little emotional again and said, "I know now that you never asked because you were frustrated that I hadn't told you. But then again, you never asked, and that frustrated ME. I wondered about it a lot. I even worried about it. Sometimes I felt like I was back to being that naïve young girl, and I was chasing you. And I wondered if you were really going to come get me."

"I'm so sorry Ann. I never dreamed it was bothering you too. I was so busy being weird about it...hell, you didn't even give me a return address on the letters you sent."

"Actually, I never do that on anything I mail. I've moved around so much, it's hard to keep track where I'm living half the time, so I just don't do it. I know it's a bad habit, and trust me, my Dad has yelled at me about that for years." Ann mimicked her father's voice and said, "Anna Renee, you're the daughter of a postal worker, for God's sake. How can you send out your mail like that?"

I cracked up. Ann not only deepened her voice, trying to sound like Marlin, she also tried to match his facial expressions and he demeanor. Actually, she hit it pretty close. Close enough that I was laughing hysterically. "THAT was funny!"

"Yeah...well, anyway, now you know that you weren't the only one that didn't understand why we hadn't crossed that bridge. And yes, I suppose I could have been the bigger person and just given you my address, and my phone numbers. But deep inside, I kept hoping that you'd ask."

Now I was upset that I hadn't. I went from being happy with laughter, to depressed about not being the bigger person myself, that I thought about how else I'd let Ann down. "And on top of that, I never bought you an engagement ring," I said quietly.

Ann kept her eyes on the road, but I could tell she was trying to keep her emotions inside. Fortunately, there was an exit coming up. I looked at the gas gauge, and saw that we had a half a tank. But, we were getting closer to the state line. I'd looked earlier at the atlas I'd bought when I'd picked up supplies for the trip...the ones that my father insisted I get. An atlas seemed like the proactive, 'be prepared' kind of purchase he would have made. And when I figured out where we were, and how far we had to go, I realized that we'd be crossing the Great Salt Desert. There weren't going to be any gas stations out there, so filling up seemed like a good idea.

"Babe, pull off here and let's find a gas station," I said, touching her hair.

Ann nodded and pulled over into the right lane. We found a Chevron station, and I got out to fill up the car. Ann got out to stretch her legs. Once I had the nozzle in place, and the gas flowing into the tank, I moved over to her and swallowed her in my arms, hugging her tightly.

"I am so sorry, Ann. I feel like such a jerk for being mad at you for not telling me. I never realized. I could have asked...it seems like there were a lot of things I could have done differently," I said, taking her hand and looking at her ring.

"I never told you...so how could you know? I knew you weren't like those other guys. That's why I fell in love with you in the first place. And I never doubted that you loved me, so I don't know why it bothered me that you hadn't asked asked. I'm sorry I never told you, Neil. And let's not bring up the ring anymore, okay. You gave it to me at the airport, and I'm going to remember that moment for the rest of my life. I think that makes it even better than if you'd have given it to me the night you proposed."

"Really?" I said, looking at her like she was nuts. "The ring is part of the reason it bothered you so much."

"Actually, that's not true. You act like I needed a ring to know you were serious. Truthfully, baby, if you would have had a ring with you that night, I'm not sure what I would have done. I know this may sound crazy, but I said yes because you DIDN'T have a ring. It made me know that it wasn't a calculated moment. You asked me to marry you, because you didn't want me to leave, and I could feel the passion in your voice. And I knew then, for sure, that you loved me."

"So are you saying you wouldn't have said yes if I had a ring in my pocket?"

Ann laughed and said, "No...I'm not saying that. I'm just saying I'm glad you didn't. I think it turned out just the way it was supposed to. So let's remember it that way...okay?" Ann got up on her toes and kissed me.

"Okay," I said, kissing her back.

Ann handed me the keys to the car and said, "Good...your turn to drive. I have to get myself prepared."

"Prepared...for what?" 

"We going to be crossing into another state pretty soon, aren't we? I've got to get myself psyched up for another stop by a road sign," she laughed.



Ann: A Love Story Ch. 52



It was dusk as we drove across the Great Salt Desert towards the Rocky Mountains, which were looming on the horizon in the east. Well, it was getting closer to dusk. The sunlight was fading in the rear view mirror, and I had turned the headlights on. I looked at my watch, and it was just before 8:00...but it was still set on Eastern Time, and that had me confused.

"Ann, doesn't it seem a little dark for 5:00?" I asked out loud.

Ann looked up from one of the Polaroid pictures we'd taken earlier. She had been straining to see her image, not thinking about how much less light there was every mile we drove. Glancing out the windshield, she said, "It's 6:00, Neil."

"No it's not. My watch says it's 7:55, Eastern Time."

"We're in Utah now, baby. They're on Mountain Time. But you're right...it is getting darker a lot earlier."

"Well yeah...especially when you lose an hour when you don't fucking expect it!" I snapped. I couldn't believe I forgot about the time changing as we drove east. I factored that in when I flew out to California, but it really never occurred to me that it would have an impact as we crossed the country the other direction in the car. 

Ann giggled as she realized I was still processing what she said. "You totally forgot about that, didn't you?" she smiled.

"Yeah...I did. And actually, I'm having a hard time with it, thank you very much. I can't believe I didn't think of that...that's three less hours!" I said, miffed at myself.

She reached over, her hand touching my thigh. Gently rubbing her palm and fingers back and forth, Ann leaned over towards me. "Don't be upset, Neil. I know it seems like you're going to lose a few hours with me on the way home. But it was always going to be whatever it was going to be...so don't think of it that way. Besides, getting dark earlier could be an advantage if we put our minds to it."

I smiled when I thought of Ann's comment. She seemed to always be looking at life with a positive spin, her glass half full. Sure, there had been moments when she was down, and I'd picked her up. And that's just what she'd done for me. As I felt her hand touch the bottom of my loose shorts, an electric charge ran through me.

"You're right. We still have the rest of the week. I just know you don't like riding in the car in the dark," I said, thinking back to a conversation we had earlier in the week where Ann said she had night vision issues. She could see, but having to concentrate on the road while staring into the oncoming lights over a long period of time gave her a headache when she was driving. Knowing that, I told her that I'd do the driving in the mornings and the evenings on the trip, and she could drive in the middle of the day. She argued at first, thinking she was putting too much of the load on me, but I won out when I told her that getting a headache would only put a damper on anything fun we wanted to do along the way, or when we stopped for the night.

And it was that 'fun' angle that had her licking my earlobe. "I said I don't like to DRIVE in the dark. I never said anything about riding. And I think it was YOU that came up with the reason you should drive at night...you didn't want me to get a headache and spoil our fun. And thanks to you driving, I don't have a headache, lover...is there some kind of fun you have in mind?" 

"Now?" I said, looking at where we were.

"Sure. You're in charge...and I'm sure you can think of something you'd like your slut to do?"

I arched my eyebrow, and looked over at Ann, who had sat back in her seat posing for me, trying to entice me. Not that she needed to. What she'd said was enough to get my sexual blood boiling. I wasn't even upset with Ann calling herself a slut, which normally would have had me saying something about how much I didn't care for that word. I wasn't sure why, but when she'd said it, the way she said it...it seemed right for how she was behaving at the moment.

"Why don't you get undressed while I think of what that could be," I said with a naughty grin. 

Ann giggled happily as she stripped off her little top almost before I'd finished my sentence. Raising her hips, she hooked her thumbs into waistband of her little skirt and lowered it down her sexy legs. She placed her outfit behind her seat and turned toward me.

"Any ideas yet?" Ann asked. I couldn't take my eyes off her, and she pointed toward the road. "You might want to keep you eyes that direction...or we're both going to have headaches, or maybe a whole lot worse," she laughed.

"Sorry. It's hard not to look when you've got a naked Goddess riding shotgun."

"Oh...that's sweet," Ann said. "Have you thought of anything yet?"

"I'm just trying to drive now babe," I said, pretending to be distracted. "Why don't you come up with something this one time?"

"Do you promise to concentrate on the road?" 

"Sure...why?"

Ann unbuckled and leaned over, grabbing my shorts. I lifted my hips, and she helped me get them off. Once she had, she reached for her purse. "Because I want to play with you," she said with a wink.

~*~*~*~*~*~

I had pulled of to the side of the interstate, directly in front of the 'Welcome to Utah' sign. Ann looked at me, her eyes wide. She looked nervous, where just five miles before, she said she couldn't wait to get out of the car and strip for me again. It was an amazing change of in her demeanor in such a short period of time.

As I reached behind my seat for the camera, Ann looked at me and said, "You have GOT to be kidding me...HERE?"

"Well, they put the sign where the state line is, babe. I can't help it that it's here."

"But it's in the middle of a town!"

Actually, it was between two towns. Namely, West Wendover, Nevada, and Wendover, Utah. But you wouldn't have been able to tell the difference between the two without the sign. And it's not like it was a thriving metropolis, but that's where the sign was, and Ann was suddenly having second thoughts about our plan for her to pose naked like she had entering Nevada. 

"Neil...I'm..."

"Stalling," I said as I opened my door and got out. I walked around the car and opened Ann's door, reached behind her seat, pulling out the little black Kimono she'd used the previous time. "Do you want to wear this, or were you thinking of just walking out there naked," I smirked.

"Neil, I can't. It just too...out in the open," Ann said as she turned in her seat, putting her stilettos onto the pavement.

I looked around, not seeing any cars going by in either direction. It was civilization, but barely. I could think of a lot worse states where we could be doing it...and I said as much. Holding out my hand, I said, "Ann, it's not like we're going from New York to New Jersey along the Jersey Turnpike. Besides, you agreed to do this, so let's do it."

Ann sat frozen, looking up at me with the biggest sad puppy eyes she could muster. But I wasn't falling for it. I knew what she wanted. And if she didn't, at that point, I really didn't care. For the first time that I could remember, I decided that if I was going to play the role of being in charge, and she really wanted me to 'make' her do something, then it was time to take a stand. I figured it would come to that eventually anyway. But at least this was a harmless thing. Ann wasn't going to get hurt doing it. At worst, she might be embarrassed if she was seen. Well, really, at worst, a cop might see her, but that wasn't very likely, even though we were in a town of sorts. I saw how turned on she was after watching her walk out of the Wendy's topless in front of another couple, so I decided it was worth the risk to push the issue.

I put the camera and the robe on top of the car, and reached down, taking the bottom of Ann's top in my hands.

"What do you think you're doing?" Ann said with a smirk.

"I'm undressing you. It's still you're choice whether you wear the Kimono or not. But you ARE going to do this."

"Oh...I AM, am I?" she said defiantly, crossing her arms to keep me from taking it off. 

"Yes, you are," I said, quickly pressing my hands against her chest to push her backwards. Ann lost her balance, and when she did, I grabbed the top of her skirt and yanked it down her legs quickly. She put up a little struggle, until I rubbed my hand over her wet crotch, letting my thumb sink in her juicy snatch.

"Oh my GOD!" she screamed. But she also spread her legs as she sucked in her breath.

I knelt down in front of her, and pulled out my thumb, replacing it with two fingers. Rubbing my thumb on her clit, I looked up at her, looking at me. She was panting as I slowly massaged her mound. 

"Do you want me to make you cum?" I asked. Ann nodded like a little girl, and I was offering her a lollipop. And that's what came to mind for me. "Then take off your top, Anna." 

Ann quickly lifted off her top, pulling at her nipples as I fingered her. I pulled my fingers out of her snatch, and she yelled. "What...Neil!"

I stood up and grabbed the robe and handed it to her. Ann looked at me like I'd lost my mind, but I held my ground. "You can wear it, or not. It's totally up to you. But the sooner you do this, the sooner I'll finish what I just started. I promise."

"That's a dirty trick," Ann said, smiling at me. I knelt back down and reached in to take the robe back, and she quickly started to put it on. "Okay, okay!" she said with a laugh. 

As she was getting herself ready, I went back on the other side and got out the Polaroid. When I returned with it, she looked at me, visibly puzzled. "Trust me, babe," I said with a reassuring smile.

"I do, baby. I really do." Not only did Ann say it with a straight face, she sounded sincere.

Ann stood up and took a deep breath, closing her eyes to gather herself. Then she sauntered over to the sign, which was a little farther off the shoulder than the others had been. And that little nuance provided a bit of shelter for Ann. Because of where I'd parked the car, Ann was pretty much hidden from oncoming traffic...and she caught on to that fact quickly. Anyone that might actually see something wouldn't know to even look until they'd passed us at over seventy miles an hour. And the traffic coming from the other direction would only see her backside, at a very poor angle. So for all intents and purposes, she was relatively safe. I could see Ann relax, and the warm, sexy smile returned to her face. She was bristling with confidence as she looked past me to the world beyond my shoulders.

Putting her hands on the little tie holding her robe closed, Ann said, "Tell me when you're ready, baby."

I put the Polaroid on the hood of the car and turned around, lifting the Nikon up and focusing. "I'm ready," I said giddily.

Ann quickly opened her robe and it slipped off her shoulders, falling elegantly at her feet in a soft, silky pile. She took her time, striking the same four poses she'd done for me at the last state line, where she'd stood in front of the California sign on one side of the interstate, and the Nevada sign on the other. I snapped several pictures of her in each of the poses, the last being the one where she squatted down in front of the sign with her legs spread wide, her hands behind her head. My mind flashed back to the pages of the many men's magazines I'd stolen from my brother's stash growing up. Looking at Ann reminded me of the women in those tattered, well-used issues. She was sexy personified; the true 'girl-next-door'.

Slipping the robe back over her shoulders, Ann stood up and closed it. I waved to her, motioning for her to stay put. "What...why?" she said, a little exasperated that she'd done what I asked, and yet I wasn't done. 

I put the one camera down, and picked up the other one. "I just need a couple more," I said with a grin.

"Why? You know the ones that camera takes aren't anywhere near as good as what we'll get from the other one."

I knew Ann was horny. I could see how wet her pussy was when I'd taken that last picture. Of course, it was easy, since I'd zoomed in the lens to get an extreme close up of it. And she was right...the Polaroid wasn't going to take that good of a picture. That's why we had stopped using it. Now that we had a place to send our film to get developed that we felt safe with, it didn't make a lot of sense. But the one advantage that it still had was the one that I was looking for.

"I know, babe. I told you...just trust me. You don't have to do all the poses again...just the last one. And you can keep the robe on if you want. Just squat down like you were, and flash me."

Ann was tapping one of her toes on the ground, her arms crossed in front of her again. "Okay...but after that, we're going, right?"

I smiled and said, "I'm going...you're going to be cumming."

~*~*~*~*~*~

I tasted Ann on my fingers as I licked them. They were wet and slick...just like the pussy I'd had them in moments before. I took a deep breath, filling my lungs with the amazing aroma of a woman satisfied and content. Ann was lying back in the passenger seat, panting like a dog in heat as I drove us down the highway. Her seatback was reclined as far as she could make it go considering how jam-packed the car was, but Ann hadn't seemed to mind. Her eyes were fixed and unblinking, their glassy appearance evidence of her being elsewhere mentally at the moment. She just kept staring at the pictures in her hand. 

The thrashing her body made during her orgasm had shaken the entire car while I was driving, and that both amused me and alarmed me a little at the same time. I had a little trouble controlling it with just one hand on the wheel, but my other hand was occupied. It was busy creating the sudden turbulence that caused the steering issues in the first place. It was quite the conundrum. 

Ann didn't see it that way. When she was cumming, she didn't see anything but the pictures. She had intently focused on looking at herself on the distinctive squares in her hands; photos of her spreading her thighs seductively on the side of the highway as she flashed her pussy for me. The photo was all the lewd evidence Ann needed to remind herself of how naughty she'd been, spreading her labia with her left hand to show me her pink, along with her ring. I damn near came when I took the grainy, plasticized photos. Still, I focused my mind enough to quickly switch cameras and take two quick shots of her with the 35mm film, knowing we'd both want a better quality photo of the moment somewhere down the line.

But the Polaroid's were good enough for Ann at the time. She jumped up out of her squat, and bolted for the car, not bothering to cover herself up along the way. She ran, not because she was suddenly nervous of being seen. She was on fire, and she needed me to help put her out. I grabbed the other camera and got in the driver's side, handing her the two pictures I'd taken while I put away the cameras. A minute later, I was driving in Utah while she was watching the photos develop in front of her eyes. 

The more the pictures came into view, the more visibly turned on Ann became. Her chest flushed, and her breathing became shallower. She lifted her left leg, moving it over the center console between us as she laid it lazily over my leg. Turning in her seat a little, she moved her right leg along the door, spreading herself as wide as she could for me.

"Please, Neil...you promised," Ann begged in a quiet, desperate voice. 

I don't know how long it took for me to make Ann cum. I couldn't see my watch because that hand was on the steering wheel. And I never thought to take my eyes off the road to look at the clock on the radio in the dashboard. I was either looking at the road, or stealing a quick glance at Ann as I fucked her hard and fast with the index and middle fingers of my right hand. 

What I did know, is that it took 3.7 miles from the time that I'd started finger-fucking Ann to when she started cumming. And, we were traveling at approximately 76 miles per hour. I supposed if I was really that curious, I could have gone back to my days in math class in school, and worked out the word problem. But I never cared what time the train traveling the 190 miles from Boston to New York at 60 mph would pass the train traveling from New York going 70 if they both left at 8 in the morning. Knowing how long it took Ann to cum wasn't as important to me as how hard she came, or how satisfied she was afterwards.

You would have thought I had pulled over the car and fucked Ann with my cock the way she went off. She had been fueled by the pictures she was holding in her hand. If it was possible to leer at oneself, Ann had been...starting lustfully at the pictures of herself posing naked by the roadside. The images did something to her, making her climax more intense than I would have ever imagined. 

Even in the afterglow of her orgasm, Ann continued to look at the pictures. The corners of her mouth turned up, the soft warm smile that appeared on her face matching the one in the photos in her hands. It was like she was looking in the mirror, and that wasn't lost on her. She finally started giggling, and then she sighed and put the pictures on the dash of the car.

"Thank you for helping me cum, baby. I really needed that," Ann said as she moved her leg off of me and sat up in her seat.

"You're welcome," I said, still sucking at my fingers.

Leaning over to kiss me, she said, "Are we staying in Utah the rest of the night?"

"Yeah...why?"

"Because, if there aren't any more signs I need to pose next to, I want to get dressed. That is, if you don't mind."

"No, I don't mind. Go ahead." Ann picked her clothes up off the floor and put them on, before buckling up. Picking the pictures back up, she resumed staring at the naked images they captured forever. 

"I'm glad you made me do that," Ann said quietly. Glancing over to me, she smiled. "And you really MADE me do it."

"What?"

"You MADE me. I almost came when you ripped my skirt off of me. God...that was so fucking HOT!"

"Really?" I said, not believing my ears.

"Oh my God...yes. That was so amazing. It's like you read my mind sometimes, Neil. I wasn't going to get undressed, and you made me. That was one of the hottest things anyone's ever done to me."

"I thought you'd be mad," I said with a smirk.

"Mad...Neil, we're playing. It's not like you didn't know my mood."

"I have to tell you, babe...I wasn't thinking about your mood when I did it. It was in the heat of the moment, and you weren't doing what I wanted you to do."

"I know, baby. I know. But that's part of the fun. I knew you were in the moment...but so was I. And that's what I really wanted. I was really scared to stand in front of that sign, and you put your foot down and...MADE me."

"That's all well and good. But what if I go too far the next time. What if our playing becomes something else by accident? I don't want our fun to ever spill into a fight...or worse."

"What are you suggesting?"

"I don't know...don't they have some kind of thing they say when things get out of hand?"

"A safe word?" Ann laughed.

"Yeah...one of those!"

"Neil, we're not doing bondage."

"Yet," I laughed.

"What do you mean...yet?"

"You've mentioned it a couple of times...and you have to admit, there's times you like our sex a little on the rough side. AND...you got that S&M starter kit at the party, remember?"

Ann started howling. "Okay...I grant you that I've mentioned it before. I've even thought about it, and I think I might like to try it. But I also said it would have to be the perfect reason, and the right circumstances. But that's a far cry from us looking for a house with a basement so we can make a fucking dungeon. And yes...I DO like my sex rough sometimes. So do YOU! So don't give me any crap about that." She kept laughing and said, "I don't think we're going to be buying all leather outfits any time soon."




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 52



"No...but you haven't ruled anything out, either. I just think..."

"You know...you're right," Ann said as she put her hand on my arm, rubbing it tenderly. "I didn't rule it out. I don't want to rule anything out right now. Time will tell on the bondage thing. But there shouldn't be a problem with coming up with a safe word or phrase for ANY little game we decide to play. I suppose any fantasy we try could start to cross a line one of us doesn't like, so there's no reason not to be prepared ahead of time."

I smiled and said, "Do you have one in mind?"

"Well, it would have to be something that wouldn't likely come up in a situation where we'd accidentally say it and stop our fun."

"True. I suppose saying something like 'fuck me' would be a pretty poor choice. It really needs to be something that you'd never say otherwise."

Ann looked at the picture in her hand again. She studied the image for a moment, and the backdrop of the sign she was posing in front of. And then she turned to me. "How about 'Utah'?" she grinned.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Sitting naked below the waist behind the steering wheel as I drove, Ann leaned across from the passenger seat, and played with my engorged prick. Actually, 'played' didn't seem like the right word. It was too general. She did more than that. A lot more. 

There were lots of words to describe how she was masturbating me, each of them different, and each of them amazing. There were so many because Ann seemed to change tactics with the wind, which was interesting since we'd rolled up the windows and we were just using the fan since the sun went down. 

Ann toyed with me, a look of childlike wonder in her eyes. She teased me, her fingers light as feathers as she barely touched my shaft, which only made it twitch more as it begged for her attention. Then, Ann abused me, gripping my shaft as tightly as she possibly could, stroking me up and down very slowly in the most excruciating way. It hurt, and felt good at the same time. She followed that up by ignoring me, letting go of my cock and letting it bob helplessly in the air, my pre-cum dribbling profusely from the tip; a little shiny string of it connecting my cock to the pool that was forming on my lower abdomen.

Ann finally engaged me, proving to me once and for all that she hadn't been kidding that first night she'd told me of her, well...fetish, when we ate dinner in Fort Wayne the last night we were together. She was an aficionado of the masturbatory arts. And she had me squirming in my seat. 

It was moments like that that made me thank the heavens that someone in the automotive community had the good sense to invent cruise control. I'm sure getting a hand job from an expert in the art wasn't part of the inventor's original concept plan; I can't imagine that being the main creative spark that spawned the idea. But it certainly was an amazing byproduct of the feature. I could only imagine the marketing possibilities. 

I was surprised Ann's car had it, frankly. I didn't even notice it was there until that moment, when she suggested I turn it on when I had trouble keeping my foot on the gas pedal at a consistent place. I wasn't having any trouble keeping the car straight...because the road was so straight, but keeping us as at one steady speed proved a little harder.

"Wow...you've got cruise?" I said as I turned it on and hit the 'set' button. "I thought this was a basic model car. Didn't you tell me the only thing you splurged on was the stereo?" 

"Yeah...but the stereo was after market. I had that put in after I bought the car."

"Well, cruise control couldn't have been standard," I said, looking at her as she slowly moved her hand up and down my shaft.

"It's not. I got it for free."

"What?"

"Yeah. I told them what I wanted in the car...all the features I wanted. Well, all the features I didn't want. I told them I just wanted the basic package in this color. I really wanted this color blue. But the dealership couldn't find one that was...stripped down. They found this one with cruise control on it, and they tried to get me to pay for it...but I told them no. They stalled for a week, but I didn't change my mind, and I finally told them I was going to start looking elsewhere, for a different brand of car. They ended up giving it to me, because they did the math and figured out it would cost them more to take it out."

"Wow...that's so cool."

Ann shrugged her shoulders and said, "I guess. I never use it, so I never really think about it."

"You don't use it. Why?"

"Well, this is going to sound silly...but I didn't pay for it. And for whatever reason, that kind of bothered me. I mean, I know it was all a part of the negotiations, but it kind of felt like I stole it. So, I don't use it. I just pretend it's not there...at least, I did until today. I've never used it."

"Ann...that's silly."

"I know...I think I just said that." I shook my head, and she started laughing and said, "Hey, I never said it was logical. It's just how I felt about it."

"You know...that's what I love about you Ann. You're honest, and you live that way. And you're silly...and I love that too!"

Ann leaned against my shoulder, her right hand slowly moving up and down, making me squirm in my seat. It all seemed so surreal, us driving on a desolate stretch of highway, making conversation as it got darker and darker. That Ann was naked, giving me a tantalizing handjob as a way to help pass the time seemed beyond bizarre. I couldn't fathom that kind of thing happening to me six months before. That I was going to marry the stunning woman doing it to me only added to the excitement I felt. 

There was a car in the distance; it's headlights coming toward us from the other direction. It looked like it was about a mile off, yet as we drove those lights didn't seem to be getting any closer. They were, of course, but the terrain was so flat, and so expansive, that it became an optical illusion. I thought we'd be passing that car in less than a minute, and in reality, it took almost five. I wondered how far off the car had been when we first saw the lights on the horizon. And that made me wonder how far we had yet to travel during our first leg of the trip.

Ann looked out the windshield and said, "It's pretty empty out here."

"Empty?"

"Yeah...there's nothing."

"You're right. Now I know why Dad insisted I bring along the emergency supplies. He drilled that into me before I left, and I thought he was just being overprotective. I'm sure this road is patrolled pretty well, but could you imagine being stuck out here for any length of time?"

"Stuck with you wouldn't be such a bad thing," she said with a naughty giggle.

"For the first couple of hours...but you have to admit, this is no place you'd want to break down."

"Mmmmm...you're right. I was just saying that..."

"I know, baby. I'd love to be stranded with you too. But on a deserted island...not in the desert."

I continued driving, while Ann continued what she was doing. Namely, driving me insane. She truly was an expert. 

She had started out by playing with my balls, massaging them in the most amazing ways. Her left hand was on my abdomen, her fingers spread wide as she pressed her palm against my skin just above my crotch. The back of her hand was barely touching my rigid shaft, while her left hand fondled my sack. She was going out of her way not to touch my cock, and her magical fingers felt amazing. I'd never experienced anything like it, and she did that for at least fifteen minutes.

When she noticed the pre-cum start oozing from the tip of my twitching prick, Ann grinned and stopped what she was doing. She reached for her purse, tucked neatly under her seat, and pulled out a little plastic bottle. Taking the base of my cock between her index finger and thumb, Ann made it point perfectly perpendicular to the ceiling of the car, and she held the bottle an inch or so above the tip. She flicked up the flip open cap with her thumb, and squeezed the bottle. A steady stream of clear, thick goo flowed from the opening, and she moved my cock around to coat the head, letting the stuff start running in little trails down the sides. It kind of looked like clear honey, and I moaned a little from the sensations.

It was different from what she'd used the night she made me cum with her feet. As Ann closed the bottle and put it in the cup holder between us, she continued to move my cock around, letting the thick liquid coat my shaft on it's own. The smile on her face as she went about her 'work' made my heart jump a little. Well, it was from that and the feeling of her fingernails ever so lightly tickling my balls. 

Ann continued to hold onto my shaft with her left hand as she had been; her finger and thumb holding it straight. Using her index fingertip of her other hand, she made sure the head of my cock was totally coated, and then she took that finger and her thumb, and started masturbating me, leaving her other three fingers out of the way for the moment. My cock was a little too thick for her fingers to meet, but she didn't let that affect what she was doing. She just twisted her wrist from time to time, making sure she got my entire cock slick with the stuff she'd dribbled on it.

Once she was satisfied, Ann turned a little in her seat, her left leg pulling up underneath her...which spread her legs. My head snapped, looking at her wet pussy.

"Eyes on the road, baby. You're supposed to feel this...not watch."

"I was looking at you!"

"I know. Eyes on the road...okay. Or I'll have to stop."

I pouted like a little kid, and said, "Well why would you go and get undressed if you didn't want me to look?"

"You told me to get undressed. I just followed your orders."

She had me there. I had told her to get undressed...but I was so worked up by what she was doing, and by not being able to ogle her hard, naked body, that I didn't get what she said entirely. I knew she was right, but I argued by saying, "Well, why in the world did you get dressed again in the first place? You were already naked before."

"If I didn't get dressed, you wouldn't have been able to MAKE me get undressed again," she giggled. "And I just got done telling you how hot that was."

"But that was different. You said it was hot because I ripped your skirt off of you. I was just driving this time."

"I know. But in my mind I was thinking of what you might do if I didn't. Now that you've done that, even just once...it makes the thrill of being made to do something a lot more real to me. I know you could do it...does that make any sense?"

I nodded my head a little to the side and said, "Actually...it does."

"Good. Now, keep your eyes on the road. I've got a hard cock I need to play with!"

~*~*~*~*~*~

My fingers started to tingle from the way I was gripping the steering wheel so tight. I glanced away from the long, straight road ahead, looking at my knuckles, which had turned white. But Ann backed off yet again, and I let out a little whine, making her giggle. Knowing that I still wouldn't be cumming for a while, I took a deep breath and tried to relax.

The roadside sign stated it was fifteen miles to Salt Lake City. But it might as well have been fifty...because I couldn't get there fast enough. Ann had been masturbating me for well over an hour, and I was about to lose my mind, because I knew all to well that I wasn't about to lose my load, no matter how close I thought I was to cumming. Ann continued to bring me to the very edge over and over again. I came close to cumming at least...well, I actually lost track of how many times, but it had to be close to eight. It was incredible how Ann could sense the exact second in time...that 'point of no return' moment that would bring on my climax, and she would know not only to stop, but what to do to prevent me from cumming. It was also excruciating. 

When she had played with my cock at the theater in Fort Wayne all those months before, she was just slowly stroking me. It felt great...even amazing, but Ann never did to me what she had been doing while we drove the long stretch of interstate between Nevada and Salt Lake. Ann was TRYING to make me cum, and then denying it...time after time after time. And as excruciating at it was, I wouldn't have changed a single moment of the experience. 

Instead, I was trying to come up with ways to cope with what Ann was doing until she actually saw fit to let me cum. So, I decided to engage her in conversation to try and focus my mind on other things...and surprisingly, the delicious torture she was putting me through was the topic of choice.

"What is that stuff you're using," I asked, pointing at the bottle she'd left in the cup holder.

"That's my jack-off gel," Ann laughed.

"Your what?"

"Jack-off gel."

"Where did you get...oh, wait! Missy."

Ann chuckled as she looked out her window towards the large image of a girl holding an umbrella that was on the side of a big, round storage silo of some kind, letting us know that the big facility we were passing on our right was a part of the Morton Salt Company. "Huh...I never put two and two together on that," Ann said.

"What...you didn't think I'd get that you bought the gel from Missy?"

Ann turned to look at me. She was puzzled at first, and then she broke into a smile. "Oh...no, baby. I knew you knew that. I never thought about salt coming from here. It makes sense. Salt Lake City...Great Salt Desert. I just never thought about that before." Now I was laughing, thinking about how Ann was so good at what she was doing, she didn't even have to pay that much attention, although I was sure she was just making an observation. "What's so funny?" she asked.

"You are. Sometimes it's like we're having two different conversations at the same time. That's funny."

"Sorry, babe. I was just making an observation. Don't you like this?" she asked as she squeezed my cock a little tighter.

"I love it...I just found it funny how we jump around from subject to subject sometimes."

"Are you going to be getting off soon?" Ann asked sincerely.

I looked at her like she was nuts and said, "Hell, I thought I was a couple of dozen times...but you've made it pretty clear that it's not up to me."

Ann laughed and pointed at a big sign on the side of the road announcing the upcoming exits for Salt Lake City. "I meant are you getting off the highway soon."

"Oh...uh...yeah. We're just a few miles away, why?"

Ann let go of my cock and reached into her purse, getting out some kind of wipe. She started cleaning the stuff off of my shaft, and said, "Because...the way you are right now, if I let you cum, we'll be cleaning up the car for a week."

"So you're going to make me wait?" I said, whining a little.

"Uh huh...but I'm sure you're going to MAKE me do something later tonight that will more than make up for it," she winked.

I looked down at my cock as she let it go. It bobbed up and down; the veins thick and pulsing rapidly with my heartbeat, the head shiny and purplish. Ann bent over and grabbed her skirt and started pulling it up her long, smooth legs. "You're getting dressed?"

"Uh huh," she said again. "I'm not sure you're going to be able to get your shorts on...and one of us needs to check us into a hotel." 

~*~*~*~*~*~

Somehow, my cock actually started to deflate a little. But it was still huge, and still twitching. Nevertheless, when we got off of the exit for the airport, I quickly pulled up my shorts and tried to get myself settled when I stopped the car at a light. 

Ann laughed at me and said, "I thought you'd be hard for the rest of the night after what I put you through."

"I'm still hard," I said, noting that my cock was still mostly erect.

"Yeah, but it's not 'hard' hard. You're more like eighty percent hard."

"It's hard enough that it's going to get noticed," I said as I looked at my shorts tenting up.

"I know...find a hotel and I'll go in." But I drove past the first hotel we saw...and the second, and third. All of them were national chain hotels that were relatively inexpensive. Ann said, "What are you doing? You just passed..."

"Patience, Anna. We've got all night."

I turned into the parking lot of a very nice Hilton Hotel, and I pulled under the awning. "What in the world are we doing here?" Ann said as she looked at the place.

"A woman like you deserves to stay the night in a place like this," I said as I opened the door and walked around. 

I opened Ann's door, and she came face to cock with the bulge in my shorts. Looking up past it, Ann said, "I...DESERVE it?"

I held out my hand, and helped Ann to her feet. Taking her in my arms, I kissed her and said, "Absolutely, lover. You deserve the best."

Ann's reaction was priceless. I'm not so sure she didn't swoon. I held her tightly in my arms as I kissed her, and then I had to wait for a moment for her to get her legs back underneath her. She wiped her forehead with the palm of her hand quickly, and she shook her head, trying to snap out of her little funk. Ann didn't say anything. She just walked into the hotel with me, holding my hand as we approached the front desk.

I wasn't nearly as hard by the time we walked into the hotel, but that was okay. I really wanted any attention to fall towards Ann anyway. I meant what I had said to her. She did deserve to stay at the nicest hotels, and eat at the best restaurants...whether I could afford it or not. And truthfully, even though I'd gotten an unexpected raise before I left, and I had a nice new salary in my new job...I couldn't. Not for any prolonged length of time, anyway. But through the generous gift of Ann's Aunt and Uncle, hopefully I could give that to her the balance of the week. 

That is, if Tina had come through.

~*~*~*~*~*~

"Look at the size of that thing!" Ann said with an astonished look on her face. She was sitting at the table, marveling at the size of the lobster that was on the plate in front of her. "How am I supposed to eat something that big?" 

"You've had bigger than that in your mouth before," I laughed.

Ann playfully kicked me on the side of my leg, and I was thankful that I was sitting next to her in the booth, instead of across from her. Otherwise, I might have caught the toe of her stiletto on my shin instead of a glancing blow against my calf. "Neil, you promised...no sex talk," Ann snapped playfully.

"I never mentioned sex...I just said you've had bigger things in your mouth."

"No innuendo either!"

"I can't help it that you have sex on the brain right now."

"Well...you ALWAYS have sex on the brain," she said in a rather childish comeback.

"Actually, so do you. But I'm a man. It's kind of engrained in our DNA."

Ann leaned in close to me, placing her head against my shoulder. Whispering, she said, "I wouldn't have it on my brain now if you would have just fucked me before we came here like I wanted you to."

I kissed her forehead and said, "If I remember right, you said that I was going to make you do something tonight."

"Well I didn't think making me WAIT to have sex with you would be an option I had to worry about."

"I don't know why not...I only did the same thing you did to me," I smirked as I cracked open a huge king crab leg and dug inside for a big morsel of meat.

Ann put her hand on my thigh, feeling the thin fabric of my dress pants. "I can't believe you have more willpower than I do, baby. I want to rip these off and fuck you right here."

I winked at her and said, "Careful, or I just might make you do that."

Knowing she was only making herself hornier, Ann cracked open one of the claws of her Lobster, and took a butter-coated bite of the succulent meat. She moaned a little like she was having an orgasm, and when she'd finished chewing, she said, "This is so delicious. I still can't believe we're here. And you actually had a reservation waiting for us...how?"




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 52



"I already told you, Anna. The rest of this trip is going to be full of surprises...and you're just going to have to take them as they come."

"Well...I know you had some help. Was it Tina? It had to be Tina...right? The dress had to be Tina too!"

"You know I'm not going to tell you anything," I said as I calmly ate another bite of my perfectly baked potato.

"Aw!" Ann exclaimed, pouting in a way that reminded me of one of her friend Dana's young girls. 

~*~*~*~*~*~

As we stood at the counter in the lobby of the hotel waiting to be helped, Ann looked around at the grandeur of the place. It really was a spectacular room. It wasn't over done, or gaudy. It was very tasteful and elegant. It made you feel welcome, but it also made you feel special just for being there. 

Ann was absolutely giddy, her hand squeezing mine tightly as she held it. "This place is magnificent, Neil. How did you even know it was here?"

Just then, an attractive older woman of about 50 came to the counter and said, "May I help you, sir?"

"Yes Shirley," I said as I read her badge. "We have a reservation, under the name 'Thomas'."

"Yes sir. Just one minute," she said as she started rifling through her little index box of alphabetized cards.

"We have a reservation?" Ann asked as she batted her big brown eyes at me in surprise.

"Yes...you do Miss Franklin," Shirley said with a smile, "And you're just in time." Both Ann and I glanced past Shirley to the clock on the wall, which said it was 7:35 local time. 

I tried to look confident, like I knew what she was talking about all along. But Ann asked the question that was really on both of our minds. "In time for what?"

"Your evening. Sign here please, Mr. Thomas," Shirley said, sliding the paper across the counter. I looked at it quickly, and saw a couple of extra charges that were interesting...but it also let me know that Tina had been successful, at least as far as the first stop on our trip. 

"Our evening?" Ann said.

"Yes, Miss Franklin. You have dinner reservations for 8:30 at a wonderful seafood restaurant not very far from here. And then you have a 10:00 appointment with your masseuse."

"My WHAT?" Ann asked.

I winked at Ann and said, "Your masseuse, Anna. To give you a massage."

"But..."

"That's right Miss Franklin. You have a half-hour full body massage at 10:00. Here's your room keys, sir."

"Thanks Shirley," I said, handing one to Ann. "Why don't you go on up and get in the shower. I'll bring our stuff. We need to get going if we're going to make dinner."

"Wh...what? I don't have any..."

"Everything you need is in the suite, Miss Franklin. And if it's not, just let me know and I'll have whatever you need sent up. Elevator's are down this hall on your left. You're on the fourth floor. Turn right out of the elevator, and your room is at the end of the hall on the left."

"Uh...okay," Ann said, a stunned expression on her face.

I patted her on her ass and said, "Get going, babe. We don't want to be late for dinner, or your massage."

Ann took a couple of steps, then she turned and looked over her shoulder as that last part registered. A shy smile crossed her face, and she actually skipped a couple of steps as she headed around the corner.

I laughed and turned back to Shirley, who was smiling wide. "That went well," I said with a big grin of my own.

"It certainly did," Shirley chuckled.

"Excuse me?" I said, a little surprised at her response.

Shirley put out her hand, and said, "Hi Neil...I'm Shirley. I'm the person that's been talking to Tina. I actually switched shifts tonight because I just had to meet the two of you. I've been on pins and needles all afternoon wondering when you were going to get here."

I shook her hand politely and said, "Really? You actually changed shifts?"

"Just for today. I've talked to Tina a couple of times, and the more I talked to her, the more curious I got. And finally I realized that I was always going to be curious unless I met you and Ann."

"Curious...about what?"

"Well, let's just say that Tina's been pretty forthcoming with information about your relationship with your fiancée."

I arched my eyebrow, looking at Shirley a little differently. Not sexually...although she was very attractive. I looked at her differently because she knew about Ann and me, and suddenly I realized that I might be being judged in some way. 

"Really?" I said, trying not to show that I was a little unnerved, although I really didn't know why. After going a couple of years of being self conscious because my failed marriage had wracked my confidence, I was now totally comfortable with who I was. And I was just as comfortable with who Ann and I were together.

And that newfound confidence must have been what shown on my face. Shirley read the tone of my voice and my facial expression differently than I'd anticipated. She actually started to blush and said, "Oh...my. No Neil...I didn't mean to give you the impression that I..."

I quickly realized what Shirley knew about me and Ann came through the Tina filter. And Tina was trying to set up an adventure for us that would be as exciting as what she and I had shared because of Ann. So it was easy to assume that most of what Tina had told Shirley was sexually enhanced. And that meant that Shirley thought I was looking at her as a potential sexual partner for myself and Ann.

I laughed and said, "It's okay, Shirley. Contrary to what Tina may have told you, I don't look at every hot woman that I see and think that I'm going to have sex with them. That's really not what I'm about...and neither is Ann."

"Well, that's a relief...wait...hot?"

"Yes...why?" 

Shirley blushed again, waving her hand in front of her face. "I guess I really am now," she said, trying to laugh off the comment.

"You were hot when we walked in, Shirley...and my guess is you've been hot since you were a teenager...and cute before that," I grinned.

"My...you are quite the little charmer, aren't you?"

"Just making conversation," I said laughing.

"I'm pretty sure it's a little more than just conversation," Shirley said as she stood up straight, and smiled back at me.

That surprised me a little. I really was just flirting, and I had no intentions of anything more. I wondered if I'd opened my big mouth one time too many, but I'd already started down the path. I knew it was probably wiser to just back off, but I leaned on the counter and said, "Well, there are lots of different ways people communicate...I just happen to like flirting."

Shirley put her hand up to brush her hair, making sure I saw that she was wearing a wedding ring. I smiled knowingly, and moved back a little as a response. It wasn't verbal, but my body language told her I understood. And I was relieved actually. I wanted to be with Ann...and the thought of 'entertaining' another person didn't really fit my mood at the moment.

Shirley's eyes sparkled when she saw that I got her unspoken message, and she said, "You've been wonderful for my ego, Neil."

"And you've been nice to play along," I said softly.

"Neil," she acknowledged, "it's not like it isn't a very tempting thought. But my husband isn't as progressive in his thinking about marriage like you and Ann seem to be. After all...this is Utah. It's pretty conservative."

"You make it sound like you're not as conservative as the rest of the state."

"I'm from Nevada originally. He's from Utah. It's amazing how big the differences are just because of a state line. You'd think they were two different countries, really."

"So...you're..."

"Wishing I was back in Nevada, most of the time. Maybe things would be different. But, we're good. Don't want to make it sound like I'm unhappy or anything. And I'm certainly not going to jeopardize my marriage on a foolish moment of fantasy. But I was intrigued enough to want to meet you. That says something, I suppose."

I didn't push it. I could feel I was on the outer fringes of another one of those moments Ann and I seemed to continually stumble across. There was a wonderful, amazing woman standing in front of me...and we might be able to bring out the sexual side of her that was somehow buried, beneath years of boredom and staleness caused by a life of routine. 

But in this case, I sensed there was too much trepidation, both in Shirley, and in myself. As much as we might have been able to spring those feelings of pent up frustration loose, there seemed to be an overwhelming vibe that told me it wasn't right. Some things really aren't worth the risk...and Shirley's marriage was at the top of that list. My plans of a night with alone Ann were a very close second.

I smiled and tried to change the focus of the conversation. I knew I needed to tread cautiously...not wanting to have it be so obvious that I was regretting anything I said. There really wasn't any harm in flirting with Shirley...but I also didn't want her to think anything I'd said was ingenuous. 

"So...what intrigued you enough to make yourself change shifts?" I asked.

"Tina. She was so positive on the phone. I really didn't believe her at first, but she kind of has this way..."

"Kind of wears on you, doesn't she? She is amazing."

"It sounds to me like Ann is too! My goodness!"

"She is," I said, perhaps uttering the biggest understatement I'd ever uttered.

Shirley walked back to a desk against the back wall, and picked up a little package off of the top of it. It was an express letter package, and I was sure it was handled by Marlin, looking at the postal mark on the front.

"This came for you this morning. It's from Tina. She told me to tell you that Ann isn't supposed to see this," she said as she handed it to me. I resisted the urge to open it right away, instead asking about the itinerary for the evening. Shirley smiled and said, "I'm sure you noticed some extra things on your bill."

"Yeah...what's with the 'dry cleaning' here," I asked, pointing at the room bill.

She laughed and said, "Well, I didn't know if Ann was going to ever see the bill...and I had to hide the dress. So I hid it in a line item that kind of made sense."

"Dress? What dress?"

~*~*~*~*~*~

As I rode up the elevator with Johnny, the bellhop, I couldn't stop staring at him. He was young, personable, and looked eerily similar in a lot of ways to the guy that had done the very same thing for Tina and me when we were at the hotel in Virginia. But it wasn't just that he had the same job, or a similar build that had me doing double takes. It was that he also had the same name.

"What are the fucking odds of that!" I said to myself as I glanced over at him for the third time. 

When Shirley had told me that 'Johnny' would be happy to get our bags from the car and bring them to our room, I actually snorted. Then I asked her if I heard her right. When she said it again and asked why, I went the 'never mind' route and let it go as a coincidence. Then I met him, and I'm sure I freaked a little. 

I mean, I KNEW it wasn't the same guy. He had a slightly different length hair, a deeper voice...maybe a little stockier. But he was close enough in his overall appearance at first glance that it unnerved me for just a moment. I half expected him to ask me something about Tina...or to start talking about Tammy, the cute young woman that worked at the hotel with him that Tina and I helped him hook up with. Well, not him...the other Johnny. 

But this Johnny was all business, coming with me to the car, taking the bags, and waiting for me to join him after I parked the car. Once in the elevator, he stared straight ahead with a stoic, professional expression on his face. He ignored my occasional stares in his direction, and the goofy look I must have had on my face. Or he just didn't notice. Or maybe he just didn't care. He got off the elevator first and led me down the hall to our room. Opening the door to an amazing suite, he put our luggage in the appropriate places and handed me the key.

"Will there be anything else, sir?" he asked politely.

I handed him a five-dollar bill and said, "No...that'll be it."

With a simple nod, he closed the door behind him on the way out. I shook my head, and smiled to myself as I thought about the previous edition of Johnny, and the last time I remembered seeing him...cumming in the mouth of Melody, the young mother I was fucking...while Tina was screwing her husband Kyle in the other room. A quick flash went through my mind as I thought of a naked Ann in the shower, and the two images melded. Just as I thought of this new Johnny in a similar situation with Ann and me, I freaked again.

"I don't think so," I said to myself as I quickly shook my head. I'd just reaffirmed that I wasn't willing to let Ann fuck another man, and at that moment I didn't even want her to suck his cock. And that was interesting, since I'd willingly let her suck Chad just a couple of days before, and I still didn't have a problem with that. I wondered if it was different because Chad was a friend, or because the game was involved. Maybe it was that I had a problem with it being a stranger. All I knew for sure was that what happened with the first Johnny wouldn't be happening with the second one.

It was still weighing on my mind when I passed a mirror, and noticed that I was still clutching the envelope that Shirley had handed me, and that I hadn't opened it yet. With Ann in the shower, my thoughts shifted, and I became excited as I found a letter opener in a desk in the living room, and I sliced the package open to reveal the contents. 

Inside, there was another envelope, along with a couple of maps, confirmation documents, and what amounted to a vague itinerary. I left those alone for the moment, and opened up the letter. Pulling out the folded stationery, I opened the handwritten note. I could feel my heart pounding with anticipation as I read the first line

~*~*~*~*~*~

Hey Stud!

Hope things are going fantastic on your trip so far. I know it must be amazing for you and Ann to be back together again! I'm so thrilled for the two of you. 

I have to tell you, I've been one busy little Pussy since you called me. (Galore, that is. Don't want you to think all I do is fuck!) Anyway, I actually had a bit of luck, starting with Shirley. She was incredibly helpful in setting up tonight for you. If you aren't aware by now, I had her make a dinner reservation for you at a seafood restaurant she recommended. 

And I also set up a massage for Ann, hoping to light a fire in her for you...not that you need help, Stud. You've always done just fine doing that on your own from what I remember. But you said you needed to pamper Ann, and that's one of the first things I thought of. Shirley was huge in making that happen too, and in getting the dress. I got Ann's size from the store where she worked. (I still had the number from the letter she sent). I had Shirley get her something to wear for dinner tonight. She's adding that to the hotel bill, and she faxed me a copy of the actual receipt so you'll have it.

As for the rest of the week, I'm really excited because I was able to set up some more things. You have reservations to stay someplace every night, and a couple more surprises. I'm still working out some of the details, and I need to get this sent off, so I can't tell you all of it now. But I'm hoping you'll be happy with what I've done so far, and what I'm hoping to do. 

There are directions, and confirmations are in the packet for where you're staying at tomorrow night. I'm trying to plot it out so that it makes sense. Nancy helped with the driving times and recommended the right stop off points. But like I said, I'm still working out the details. I know it's not a theme, like our Bond mission was. But you said you needed to pamper Ann, so that's my mission. (I guess that is a theme, huh!)

Have a good time, and make sure you fuck Ann like you fucked me on our trip! I'll see you both when you get back to Indiana. I'm so excited about finally meeting Ann I can't stand it!

Tina

~*~*~*~*~*~

I leafed through the papers that Tina had sent along with her letter, getting a quick feel for where we'd be staying the next night. She made it sound like she just thrown everything together, but there was a lot of detail, particularly in the maps and directions. I knew that was most likely the handiwork of Nancy. She was so much more than just a self professed slut. She was amazing at organization and detailed planning. 

But Tina's figurative fingerprints were all over the packet too. She had taken my innocent comment about my needing to pamper Ann on the way home, the way her Uncle Marty had instructed me to do, and she ran with it. Nancy didn't know I needed to pamper Ann. And unless she told Nancy, which I doubted, then it was only logical that Tina was orchestrating the rest. And the thought of that brought a smile to my face. It was a smile that got wider when I heard the shower turn off. I could tell that Ann was hurrying by the frantic sounds that were coming from behind the door. I hid away the packet of things that Tina had sent to me into one of the pockets of my suitcase. I was pulling out a pair of dress pants when Ann came bursting through the bathroom door.

"Hurry, baby! The bathroom is yours. We don't want to be late." 

"Late for what...dinner, or your date with your masseuse?" I said with a grin, picturing a big strapping guy named Sven using his muscular hands to knead her half-naked body.

"NEIL! STOP THAT! I don't want to be late for dinner...but I need fucked. Take a quick shower, and then let's have a quickie before we go eat. I need to cum so bad, and I know you do too."

I grabbed the rest of my clothes and headed into the bathroom. I looked at Ann, naked and still dripping as she toweled off. I felt my cock start to rise, but I resisted. "We don't have time, babe. But that doesn't mean we can't still have some fun." 

"Baby...please! I can take another shower...with YOU!"

"No...we'll just have to wait. But we can talk about what we want to do to each other over dinner."

Ann was exasperated, but she looked at the clock next to the bed and realized I was right. Resigned to the limits time was putting on us, she said, "Fine...if we're not going to do anything now, then I don't want to even think or talk about sex until we can get back here to the room, or I'm not going to enjoy dinner at all."

I wanted Ann to have a good time. I wanted to pamper her. And making her more sexually frustrated wasn't going to help with either of those. I knew I needed to change the subject, so I looked around, and smiled. "It is quite a room, isn't it?"

And it was. It was very similar to the room I'd stayed in with Tina. There wasn't the huge wall of windows, and the living room area wasn't as big. But it did have a separate bedroom, and the large double doors that opened to it. The room was tastefully decorated in a contemporary way, with warm colors. I couldn't help but feel at home there, and I knew Ann felt the same way. 

She smiled as she stopped to actually notice, and said, "Yes...it's beautiful."

"Well, why don't you look around the suite, and find the new dress you're going to wear tonight."

Ann's eyes got wide, and she dropped her towel, running naked, heading for the closet in the bedroom. With her mind on that instead of sex, I closed the bathroom door to get ready. As much as I wanted to fuck Ann, I was also starving. And I didn't want to be late for dinner either. 

~*~*~*~*~*~

Standing in the elevator holding Ann's hand, I couldn't take my eyes off her reflection in the silver doors. It was a little distorted...not the perfect, clear image that you'd get from glass or a mirror. But it was a good enough that my cock was at attention, and my heart was beating a hundred times a minute.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 53



I had become totally engrossed in the movie. Sitting on the edge of the overstuffed reclining chair, I was in front of the television in the living room area of the suite Ann and I were staying in. It was a B-movie thriller, with a really hot actress playing the heroine, which was what caught my eye to begin with. Well, her huge tits caught my eyes, and looking at them seemed as good a way as any to kill some time.

And actually, it was more of a C or D-movie...the kind made hilariously infamous on Mystery Science Theatre 3000. All I needed was my best friend Matt sitting beside me, and we would have been cracking jokes about what was happening on the screen just like Joel Robinson, Tom Servo, and Crow T. Robot would have been doing while they were stranded in space. 

Oddly, I went beyond just watching the movie and thinking of how absurd it was. I didn't realize it at the time, but I had actually started following the plot. I had been drawn in further than I would have imagined in the hour or so that I'd been watching it. And because of that, I'd kind of forgotten where I was, and what I was doing there. It was during a suspenseful scene, complete with the ominous, cheesy 'something bad is about to happen' music playing in the background, that I was jolted to my senses. 

When you're sitting in a hotel room all alone in the dark, you're not thinking that anyone is going to come visit you. I'd gotten so immersed in the action on the screen, that when someone came knocking at the door, it startled me. So much that I actually flinched and flew back into the chair. I had to think about what it was I'd heard while I searched around to find the heart that had leapt out of my chest.

There was a second knock, four taps rapping against the door in a steady rhythm. I got up and started to reach for my dress shirt lying over the arm of the nearby couch where I'd left it after taking it off to relax. But I decided against putting it on, instead walking briskly towards the little entrance hallway of the suite before a third knock came. 

Peering through the peephole, I saw Ann's face close to the door. I'm not sure why it surprised me that she was standing there. It never dawned on me that she didn't take a key with her when we'd left the room for the restaurant downstairs. I'd taken mine, and there was no reason to think that we wouldn't have come back to the room together. But for some reason, I thought that Ann had taken her key too, since she had one. She'd said something about going back to the room when she left the restaurant with Maryam to get her massage. Maryam had said she didn't need to, but that made me think Ann had her key...and I just assumed that she would use it to get into the room when she was finished.

I opened the door slowly, only to be surprised for a second time. Ann had moved back a little when she heard me opening the door, and she was standing in the middle of the wide hallway, clad in a plush white robe that came down to mid thigh. She clutched it tight at her chest, holding it closed, which gave me mixed signals. She was acting like she was cold, but her face was flushed; a curious shade of pinkish red.

She also had an odd smile on her face. She looked...bemused. "Are you okay?" I asked as I opened the door all the way.

"Yes...why?" Ann asked; her voice raspy.

"You look...I thought you were going to come back relaxed."

"I am relaxed," she said in an almost dreamy way that made me wonder if she'd been drinking.

"Are you cold? Why are you wearing that robe...you look like you're hot?"

Ann opened her robe, letting it slip over her shoulders into a pile on the floor at her stiletto encased feet. "I am hot," she said, standing nude in the hallway of the hotel. She winked at me, and walked past me, stopping to kiss my cheek as she left me standing there speechless. I'm not sure why, but I grabbed the robe and pulled it into the room before shutting the door as quickly as I could behind me. 

I threw the robe toward the couch that my shirt was on, missing it entirely as it landed on the floor. I'd become distracted looking at Ann, who was standing next to the drapes, posing for me. The room was still dark, but I could see her eyes. They seemed to glow like a cat...the fire in them ablaze as they reflected the dim light from the black and white picture coming from the TV screen. 

"That must have been SOME massage Maryam gave you," I said as I looked at Ann.

"Mmm...it was," she said. And the way she said it made my spine tingle. It was amazing how just a few words could be so laced with sexual overtones...and it made me wonder what happened to make Ann say it the way she had.

Before I could ask anything, Ann turned her back to me, and quickly opened the drapes of our room. Turning again, she pressed her naked back up against the glass and she motioned me over with her index finger, crooking it as she gave me a 'come hither' smile.

I didn't run, but I did seem to glide across the carpet like I was being moved by some magical force. Ann pressed her hand against my chest when I tried to take her into my arms, making me stop in place in front of her. Dropping to her knees, she unzipped my fly, pulling my hard shaft out, but leaving my pants on. She looked up at me as she moved closer to my cock, licking her lips. 

"Just so you know...you're going to cum twice tonight."

I was a little stunned by her statement "I'm not sure I can, babe," I said, thinking about what time it was, and how many times I'd cum since she and I had gotten back together.

A mixture of desperation and determination came over Ann as she looked at me. "It wasn't a request, Neil. I'm telling you...you're GOING you to cum twice for me tonight."

I wasn't sure how that changed anything, but the way Ann seemed to demand it of me hit home when she took my cock into her mouth and started sucking the head. I felt her tongue twirl around the mushroom cap, flying back and forth as she played with me. I looked out the window for a brief moment; the thought of the young mother I had fucked in front of the window of a Northern Virginia hotel flashing through my mind very briefly. But unlike Melody, Ann was mostly out of sight of anyone outside. This window didn't go all the way to the floor like that one did...but still, Ann's head would have been visible. And it was pretty obvious what she was doing.

I closed my eyes as she took me deeper into her mouth, her head moving back and forth as she played with my balls. Then she moved off of me, licking down my shaft as she pressed my erection against my stomach, holding the head with her fingers. Ann licked at my balls, lifting them one at a time with her tongue as if she was trying to see how heavy they were. And then she took them into her mouth, pulling at them as she sucked hard. I let out a gasp as I felt her teeth scrape against them playfully.

"Mmmm," Ann moaned as she tried to get both of my nuts in her mouth at the same time, to no avail. But the fact that she even tried was enough to make me weak in the knees. I leaned forward, placing the palm of my left hand against the window to steady myself as I locked my knees, which made Ann giggle as she went back to sucking my balls one at a time.

Ann massaged the tip of my cock against my hard abdomen as she licked and sucked my balls, squeezing it and making the precum seep out. Moving up my shaft with her tongue, Ann licked at the nectar she'd helped create, playing with it. She pulled her head back, a string of that precum clinging to the tip of her tongue, connecting it to my cockhead. Ann kept moving back slowly, like she wanted to see how far she could go before the little lifeline between her tongue and my cock finally broke.

Her eyes grew wild, and she let go of my cock, letting it spring forward in front of her face. When it stopped bobbing, she practically pounced forward, devouring my entire shaft down her throat in one quick motion. Ann held her mouth against my pubic bone, her face impaled over my hard cock...and she moved her head from side to side, wiggling me inside of her throat.

My left hand stayed glued to the glass window, but my right hand found its way to the back of Ann's head. My fingers became ensnared in her hair as I held it tightly. I pulled her strands a little, and Ann took my hint and started fucking me with her face. Her strokes were long and steady as she moved back and forth over my shaft.

It was more than I could take. From what Ann was doing to me, to standing in front of a window while she was doing, to all of the sweet torture she'd put me through that last hour we'd drove in the car, I couldn't take any more. Okay, sure...we'd had dinner, and then Ann had a massage between the events in the car and the incredible blowjob she was giving me now. But I was close, and Ann knew it. She felt my balls in her hands, and knew I was ready to go off.

"Cum for me, baby," Ann pleaded in her sexy, raspy voice. She started stroking my cock as she opened her mouth. Her tongue licked the bottom of my cock at the head, flicking it as her soft hand moved slowly back and forth.

"I'mmmmmmm CUMMING ANN," I yelled out as I felt my balls jerk up.

As my load raced up my shaft, Ann moved slightly, lowering her body, her thighs resting on her calves as she sank down. My first shot arced over her head, splattering against the glass of the window, followed quickly by the second one. Then Ann moved back in place, her mouth open with her tongue extended. I shot several more big ropes of hot sperm, all of them landing on her lips and mouth. When I'd finally finished firing, Ann took the head of my cock back into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it.

It was one of those times after cumming, where my cock was overly sensitized. It didn't happen all the time, but when it did, the nerve endings in my cockhead made it feel like it was electrified. I had tried to stand upright, but when Ann sucked wildly on my prick, my knees actually buckled, and I lost my balance. I fell backwards, my hands breaking my fall as I landed on my ass. 

"Oh my God...Neil! Are you okay?" Ann said, her voice strained out of concern.

"Yeah...you just sucked my brains out, that's all," I said as I lied back and tried to catch my breath.

Ann giggled and pounced at me again, taking my shaft back in her mouth, deepthroating me a couple of times before she pulled off. Crawling up my body, she lay on top of me and took my face in her hands.

"I love how much you cum, baby!" she said. Leaning down, she gave me a sticky, erotic kiss, making me taste my load on her lips. Not that I minded...I loved the way she reacted whenever I did that, and this was no exception. She wiggled on top of me and let out a long moan. "Mmmmm...that was great. Thanks, lover."

"I...should be...thanking you!" I said, still breathless.

"You just did, when you came all over me...and look at that," she said as she pointed at my cum running down the glass. "You made a stained glass window!" she cracked, making me laugh out loud.

~*~*~*~*~*~

I hung up the phone, still a little stunned by the answer I'd gotten from the Shirley at the front desk.

"They don't have one," I said, shrugging my shoulders.

"They don't?" Ann said, her face questioning my statement as she sat on the edge of the bed, a wine bottle and the two stemmed glasses in her hands. She looked so sexy there in the light of the lamp I'd turned on so I could see what number I needed to dial to get the front desk. Ann was sitting naked with her legs crossed, one knee over the other. She'd cleaned her face, and she had re-applied her makeup, saying she wanted to look fresh for me. 

Ann had brought a bottle of Chardonnay from Napa Valley for us to celebrate our first night together as a couple. Well, our second...or third, depending on how you counted it. We'd been alone together the night I arrived in California, when we stayed at her friend Sonya's house. And we'd slept together every night since, included the overnight stay at the Bed and Breakfast the night before in Sacramento. But somehow, driving all day and having left California behind, kind of made Ann and I look at each other just a little differently. 

We were on our own; traveling across the country together, to start our new life...as a couple. Just being out of California really made that point hit home with me...and even more so with Ann. We were moving, and not just to Indiana. Eventually, we'd be going all the way to the eastern part of West Virginia, and we'd be on our own together. While the thought of that was a little overwhelming, what with a new state, a new town, new jobs, and being newlyweds to boot, the idea that we were going to be together forever really sank in somewhere in Nevada. And it excited us both. 

Ann had brought the wine, hoping we would experience that very sentiment somewhere along the trip, and we'd want to celebrate when we did. That she thought of something so amazing in the first place made my heart smile. She seemed to always be thinking ahead about things, looking for perfect little moments to share; packing the two long stemmed glasses in her suitcase to go along with the wine was just another example of how amazing Ann was. Of course, it might have helped had she thought to bring a corkscrew along for the ride. But I could forgive her that...she had already outdone herself all day long, it would have never occurred to me to complain.

I had called down the front desk thinking they'd have one, but I was told otherwise. I looked at Ann, seeing the question on her face as she tried to process what I'd told her. 

"No, they don't. But you know...I'm sure I have a Swiss Army knife somewhere in my suitcase. Dad preached that whole 'be prepared' thing for the trip, and I know I brought one just in case of an emergency."

"An emergency?" Ann asked.

"Yeah. Although I'm sure he didn't have a wine emergency in mind. But then again, you never know," I laughed.

"They really don't have a corkscrew at the desk?"

"She said it's a dry county, Ann. What can I say? Our waiter never asked us if we wanted anything alcoholic, and now that I think about it, I don't remember seeing anything on the menu...or a wine list."

"A dry COUNTY? What the hell is that all about?"

"We're in UTAH, babe."

"So! What...you can have six wives here, but you can't have a glass of wine?"

I laughed out loud and said, "Wow...that was a little harsh."

"Why? I mean, I know that really doesn't happen here anymore...but this is pretty much the only state in the country where it did. I would think they'd be just a little less conservative, wouldn't you? I mean, you have to figure that if you DO have six wives, then on any given day...ONE of them is probably going through PMS. It just seems to me the guys that came up with the whole 'I want to bang as many women as I can, so it'll look better if I'm married to all of them' idea would have figured that out too. And then the very next thing they should have realized is...if you're going to go through all of that shit, you're REALLY going to need a drink every now and then."

I laughed hysterically as I reached for my shirt on the arm of the couch. Grabbing the car keys off the desk, I headed towards the door. Shaking my head, I said, "Wow. That puts a whole new spin on getting a little extra pussy on the side."

Ann nodded, and asked, "Where are you going, baby?" 

"To get the knife. I told you, it's in my other bag, and it's still in the car."

"Do you really need to put your shirt on just for that?"

"How do I know? If you can't get a drink here, maybe there's some obscure law about being shirtless in public. You never know."

Ann stood up and walked over to me, placing the bottle of wine and the glasses on the end table next to the couch. She took my shirt from my hand, and slipped her arms inside, pulling it up over her shoulders. She was swimming in it as she buttoned up a couple of buttons. Taking the car keys from my hand, Ann turned away from me. 

I thought about the comment she'd made in the elevator when we'd gone to dinner...and she was right. There really is nothing like a sexy woman wearing a man's dress shirt...and only the dress shirt. Well, except for the white high heels Ann was wearing, which added to the look. She was sexiness personified.

"Where are you going?" I asked, teasing her. 

"I'm going to get your knife so we can open the wine," Ann said confidently.

"You don't even know where it is?"

"I'll find it, Neil. Have a little faith."

Ann walked out the door, and I walked over to the window. I found our car, which was parked underneath one of the security lights in the parking lot. Not only that...but unbeknownst to me at the time, I'd parked pretty much directly below our room. I had a perfect view...one that had escaped me moments earlier when I'd glanced outside for a moment while Ann had sucked me, making me cum on the very window I was now gazing through. 

I stared at my load, still slowly oozing down the glass. But then my eyes shifted to the window itself. It was a split window, with the panes running vertically so that the window could be opened. I opened the latch, and slid the window to the left, creating a little opening that would let fresh air into the room. There was a built in stopper, only allowing the window to open slightly. I'm sure that was for safety reasons, since we were four floors up. Still, it was enough for me to peer through without having the glass in front of me.

And along with that unobstructed view came inspiration. I tore across the room, scrambling to find my camera. Now that we had a safe and reliable source to develop our film, we were using the 35mm camera for the racy, explicit photos we loved taking. And that allowed for new opportunities that never existed with the Polaroid. Most notable at the moment was the ability to zoom in with the lens. 

I found the orange canvas bag mixed in with the luggage Johnny the bellhop had brought up, and checked the camera. There were only two pictures left on the roll of film, so I grabbed a fresh pack and headed for the window. I took two quick pictures to check the angle and lighting, and then I changed out the film so I'd be ready for when Ann walked outside.

Standing in front of the window, I had a naughty grin on my face. With the camera in hand, I felt a little thrill, thinking that I would be sort of spying on Ann. But I was also pretty sure she knew I'd be looking, or at least attempting to look. I had to wait a couple of minutes, but finally I spotted her walking down the sidewalk, her back to me as she made her way to the car.

There was no car parked on the driver's side, which was closest to me, and Ann walked through that empty space towards the hatch. I snapped off a couple of quick pictures, playing around with the zoom lens some more to get both wide angle and close up shots of Ann as she walked. She was hidden behind the car for quite some time, the hatch up as she rummaged around. I saw her pull a couple of items out and set them on the pavement of the parking lot as she dug deeper into the car to get to my suitcase. I did get one nice close-up shot of her left leg sticking straight out in the air, parallel to the ground as she bent over to reach into the car. It was just her bare leg, but it still made a chill run down my spine.

A minute or so later, Ann walked back to the side of the car and put the knife and the keys on the roof, and then she went back underneath the hatch and started putting all the things back that she'd taken out. Closing the hatch, she picked up the items as I took a couple more pictures. Then she surprised me by looking up. If I had thought about it, I would have turned off the light I'd turned on in our room. But as it was, I was lit up and in plain view for her, even at that distance 




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 53



I was looking through the viewfinder, the lens zoomed in close to capture her entire body standing next to the car. When Ann noticed that I was looking at her through the camera, she put her hands on her hips, her legs spread shoulder width, with her weight on her left foot and the right sticking out to the side slightly in front of her. She stared at me, and her expression floored me. She looked at me like she'd caught me doing something naughty, and she was both scolding me and telling me she loved it at the same time. 

I'm not sure why, but I got nervous for just a second. Perhaps it was that feeling I had at the beginning that I was doing something I shouldn't be doing, and now I'd gotten busted. I put the camera down in front of me and just looked at Ann. Yet without the benefit of the camera, it was harder to read her expression. And neither of us was about to yell to draw attention to ourselves. Ann just stood there in that empty parking space underneath the light, her hands on her hips. I almost walked away from the window a couple of times, but I couldn't make myself leave. That Ann wasn't moving either told me something...but I didn't know what. 

Finally, she turned around and placed the knife back on the car top, along with the car keys, and she looked up at me again. She motioned towards me with her arms, and I put the camera back up so I could see her face more clearly. Once I did, she broke out in a broad smile, and she winked at me, knowing I could see her face.

Ann reached up to the top of the three buttons she had fastened in the room. My heart leapt in my chest at the thought of what she might be about to do. And true enough, Ann unbuttoned all of them, slowly, like it was some kind of seduction. She turned her back to me, spreading her legs wide, her toes pointed slightly outward. Her head was turned to the left, giving me a profile shot of her angelic face as she glanced over her shoulder. She knew I was taking pictures, and she was making sure she made the most of the situation, playing to the camera.

Ann opened the shirt wide, in essence, flashing the parking lot. I couldn't see anything, other than her holding the shirt out to each of her sides. But my cock still jumped from the mere thought of what she was doing. I pressed the button on the camera, making the shutter fire...the distinctive click filling my ears, and driving my lust. I felt like a private investigator on a stakeout trying to get evidence of some hanky panky; or a member of the paparazzi getting the shot of a lifetime. Or maybe I was just a peeping tom, getting a cheap thrill. All I knew was that I was turned on.

Lowering her arms as she let go of the edges of the shirt, Ann moved her shoulders, arching her spine a little as she threw her head back. Her long brown curls dangled as she stared up at the parking lot light above her. With her hands now pointing toward the pavement, the shirt slipped perfectly off her shoulders, and she caught it with her fingers as it slid down her lithe body.

The shirt hid Ann's ass, but I could see her naked back, and I shivered as I focused the camera. I was having trouble holding it still, my hands shaking from the excitement. Ann let go of the shirt with her right hand, and flung it around and up, the white fabric flying in the breeze, until in landed perfectly over her left shoulder. It was a move out of an old movie, something that Gene Kelly or Fred Astaire might have done with a coat when they were in a great mood.

Ann spun around, her right hand finding her hip, her left holding the shirt in place with her hand next to her breast... and she posed for me...or the camera. I'm not sure which turned her on more. But there was no doubt as I looked at her hard nipples through the zoomed lens of the camera that she was. I took several photos as she offered a couple of other poses for me, before she picked up the knife and the keys off the roof of the car and started walking naked down the sidewalk with the shirt over her shoulder. 

Halfway to the door, when she became less visible as she escaped the spotlight that the parking lot light had created, Ann slipped the shirt back on, leaving it open as she walked along. And then, she was gone, disappearing into the dark of night. It was like the entire thing was a mirage, or an erotic dream. As I stepped away from the window, I wondered if my entire life had become an erotic dream. 

It all seemed too unreal. How could I go from the depths of darkness that I'd found myself mired in during the aftermath of my divorce, to being so sexually charged that I felt like I could light up the world? Was I really with a woman that made me feel more alive and excited than I'd ever been in my life? I'd had small doses of that euphoric state before...but it never lasted. But with Ann the feeling was not only lasting, it was increasing. It was gaining power...and strength...and intensity, like a storm gathering itself, ready to release its combined energy on the world. 

The imagery of the scene Ann just played out for me outside struck me hard. She was sexually charged too...to the point that I wondered why the sidewalk hadn't lit up when she stepped on it, like the one from the 'Billie Jean' video by Michael Jackson. That's how she made me feel...and that's how I felt we were together. Maybe we WERE like a storm...an electrical storm, dispensing that pent up sexual energy and leaving our mark behind on the landscape everywhere we went. 

I walked toward the foyer of the suite, and waited for Ann. Trying to think of the perfect way to greet her, I unlocked the door and stood against the wall, pretending to be patient. But inside, my heart was pounding, and I couldn't wait for her to get to the room.

It took longer than I'd anticipated, but finally there was a knock at the door. "It's open," I yelled, raising my camera and getting ready to focus it.

Ann turned the doorknob and pushed the door open, but she stayed in the doorway. Her shirt...well, my shirt...was still unbuttoned. Her blond strip of pubic hair was exposed, but her tits were covered. I took a quick picture, the flash making her eyes sparkle. But Ann was already smiling, knowing I was going to take her picture. She let go of the door, and I quickly moved to wedge it open with my foot before the spring on the hinge closed it. 

Ann threw the keys and the knife into the room, past me onto the floor, and she stepped backwards into the middle of the hallway, placing her hands on her hips. Her feet were spread apart again, and she stood there tall and confident, looking like some kind of superhero. I half expected a burst of wind to come from behind me and catch her hair and shirt, making both flow with the breeze.

"Are you going to take a picture, or do you just like the idea of me being like this in the hallway?" Ann asked. 

I'd been so enthralled by the fact that Ann had moved back for me, I had lowered the camera to gaze on her hot body with my eyes instead of the lens. I wanted to say something, but all I could do was nod with a big goofy grin on my face. Ann grinned back and held the edges of the shirt in her hand, waiting for me. I lifted the camera and focused it to make sure I got a perfect picture.

"Ready?" Ann said. It amazed me how her saying just one word made my cock even harder than it already was. Her voice was lilting, her tone deep and sultry...tinged with a sensual heat that made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. Sure, there was her expression, and her body language. But I could have closed my eyes and still had the same reaction to that word. 

Maybe it was the word itself. Just Ann asking me if I was 'ready' offered up so many possibilities in my naughty little brain. The adolescent buried inside of me was jumping up and down, screaming "Hell yeah, I'm ready!" I tried to remain cool on the exterior, but it was hard to hear Ann say that and not become excited.

I nodded, and Ann opened up the shirt, pulling the white cotton to the sides. She let go, letting her breasts hold the shirt open, her hands returning to her hips as she posed for me. That was all she did...nothing more. She'd opened the shirt about 6 inches in both directions. I had already been looking at her pussy, and her navel. But somehow, Ann baring her breasts in the hallway of that hotel seemed like so much more. It was almost like she had been totally covered before, but now she was totally naked.

Yet she wasn't. She still had my dress shirt on, letting it frame her tits and cunt, making the photograph more erotic than it would have been if she HAD been standing in front of me naked. It seemed more sexual, more daring...that she still had some clothes on. I couldn't figure out why it seemed hotter to me. Maybe it was the damn shirt. All I knew was I was so turned on, I couldn't stand it. And Ann knew that. 

~*~*~*~*~*~

It really was an amazing white wine. The Chardonnay that Ann had brought along so we could officially celebrate the beginning of our life's adventure together had a Napa Valley label, and it was a rather expensive one at that. I'd opened up the bottle with the corkscrew on my Swiss Army knife, and I'd poured two glasses, letting the wine breathe for about 15 minutes. 

Ann had been in the bathroom, getting herself ready for bed, while I watched some more of the movie I'd been watching while Ann had been getting her massage. I really didn't care about it anymore, but it was keeping me occupied while I waited for Ann to come back out.

When she finally did, through the open double doors from the bedroom, she didn't look any different than she had when she'd walked in. Well...other than her hair being pulled up in the back, showing off her long, sexy neckline. I turned off the TV as she sat down in a straight back chair at the table they had in the living room, and she picked up the wineglass I'd left for her. Twirling the contents as she moved the glass in tight little circle, she lifted it to her nose and enjoyed the aroma.

"Can I drink this yet?" she asked playfully, "Or do I have to wait for a timer to go off?" She was teasing me, because I told her she shouldn't drink it right away...I insisted she let it breathe first. 

~*~*~*~*~*~

Ann had questioned me at the time, saying "I've never let wine breathe before."

I responded by saying, "Well, that's fine if your wine of choice for the evening has a screw off cap. But this is expensive, and there's a right way drink it...and there's a wrong way too."

She was surprised I knew about wine, but she didn't argue. Instead, she was intrigued. "So, why is it wrong to drink it right away?" she asked.

"Again, it depends on the wine. In general, red wines needs to breathe longer that white...but letting any fine wine breathe brings out the flavor. It makes it better, the way it's intended to be."

"But we can drink it if we want to. It will still taste good right out of the bottle, right?" she asked innocently.

"Sure. But why settle for good...when you can have great?"

"It's just wine, baby," Ann said with a smile.

"It's not a cheap wine in a bag, Ann. It's a real wine, from a real winery."

"So?"

"So...sometimes a cheap wine is okay...if it fits the mood you're in, then it does the job. But sometimes, you need something more."

"I'm not following you," Ann said. 

Ann was just being honest, but it was frustrating that I wasn't able to get my point across better. Then I looked at her...how she was semi dressed, her entire essence baring her sexuality with every movement...with every breath. She was breathing...heavy, her lungs filling with air. Her chest rising and falling underneath that white dress shirt as she tried to control the horniness she was feeling. I was horny too, but I wanted to savor the moment. Inspired by watching Ann breathe, just like the wine, I had a light go on, and I knew what to say. 

"What kind of mood are you in right now, babe?" I asked.

"I'm horny...for God's sake, can't you tell?" she laughed.

"I know you're horny. But if we were fucking right now, how would you want to be fucked?"

"That's the dumbest question I've ever heard. I just want you to fuck me."

"No...you don't. Think about it Anna...we fuck, and we make love, and we do everything in between. A cheap wine, or a fine wine...there are two ends of the spectrum."

Ann's eyes opened wide, and she looked at the wineglass, filled with the Chardonnay as it became acclimated with the air around it. "Are you saying what I think you're saying?"

"I don't know. What am I saying?" I asked.

"Some wines are for fucking, and some are for making love?" she said, her brow wrinkling as she thought about what she'd said.

"Well, that's not EXACTLY what I meant...but you're on the right path. I want you to think of a fine wine as making love. Letting it breath is like foreplay. It takes time and patience, and it can be excruciating at times...but the payoff is so worth it when you finally taste that release. A bottle of everyday wine where you screw off the cap and gulp it down...that's like stripping and fucking. It's fast, and satisfying...and it can be totally amazing. But there's a time for each, and you know the difference between the two. All I'm saying is that with a wine like this, if you take your time, it's worth it."

~*~*~*~*~*~

"I never would have thought it would have made that big a difference...but it really DOES," Ann said after her latest sip of wine. She'd taken it into her mouth and let it linger on her palate for a moment, before swallowing.

I laughed and said, "What's so hard to believe...that I know something about wine?" I asked. "I may not drink that much, but I'm not just a beer drinker."

And in truth, I wasn't that big of a wine drinker either. But I'd learned about wine tasting from my Dad, and it stuck with me. I never looked at it like it made me look sophisticated or anything. I just thought it gave me an appreciation for the art of making a good wine, and I suppose it did have a certain cultural air about it. But Ann was stunned that I knew what I was talking about.

She sat there in her chair, glass in hand. The shirt she was wearing for cover was still unbuttoned, but her breasts were covered again. And, she had her legs crossed at the knee, her foot bobbing up and down slowly as she enjoyed her wine. 

"I never said it was hard to believe. I just get excited every time I find out something else about you that I didn't know."

"I feel the same way about you, babe," I said. 

And that was true. We still were in the infancy of our relationship. We were going to be married, and yet we still had so much to learn about each other. I found that both exciting, and a little frightening at the same time. But it was frightening in a good way, if there was such a thing. Ann was Ann, and every little discovery I made, no matter what it would be, would only make me love her more.

Ann finished her glass of wine, and I asked her if she wanted any more. "No thanks. I don't want to drink too much. I'm feeling really good right now."

"I bet I can make you feel better," I grinned.

Ann pulled open her shirt, exposing her breasts. She caressed her right one, pinching her nipple, pulling it...stretching it out from her tit. "I bet you can too," she said with a wink.

I picked up the bottle of wine as I got up from my chair and walked over to where she was sitting next to the table. Setting down the bottle, I knelt in front of Ann. She smiled as I lifted the calf of her left leg and moved it off her other leg, spreading her legs wide.

Reaching my hands underneath Ann's ass, I lifted and pulled her body towards the edge of the chair she was sitting in, making her squeal just a little. Leaning in, I got close the Ann's pussy and exhaled directly over her wet labia. "Oh...fuck," she said out load.

"That will have to come later," I said looking up at her face. "Now, close your eyes."

"What?" 

"Close your eyes, Anna," I said as I traced my fingers lightly on the inside of her thigh.

"Oh God," Ann said as she closed her eyes and pulled on her nipples again. 

I took another sip of wine, and then settled in on my knees, bringing my face ever so close to Ann's dripping pussy, taking in the scent. I started by licking her thighs, letting my tongue drag heavily across her skin until I got near her outer lips. Then I would lightly flick my tongue at her labia, and start again on the other thigh. I was starting just above her knees, leaving a wet trail as I slithered my way towards her cunt.

I glanced up at Ann every once in a while, and each time she still had her eyes clamped tightly shut. She was moaning, and her legs were moving back and forth, spreading wider each time I got nearer to her crotch. But she never tried to force the issue, letting me play with her however I wanted to. 

Finally, I nibbled at her labia, pulling at her tender flesh with my teeth. Ann squealed, and yanked on her nipples yet again, making them stretch out farther and farther to the point where I was worried she might pull them off. Then she surprised me by grabbing her tits with her palms, clawing at them with her long red nails. 

When I slipped my tongue into the sweet crevice of her cunt, splitting her lips apart, she growled. I sucked inward, taking both of her outer lips into my mouth and holding them tightly with my lips, pulling at them like she had her nipples, making them swell. Ann grabbed the arms of the chair, her fingers clinging to the wood as I sucked at her pussy lips again and again. 

Looking up at her, I saw that she was shaking, her pending orgasm building inside of her. And yet, Ann's eyes were still shut tight. As I glanced up, I got an idea that made me giggle. Ann reacted to my sinister little laugh by tensing up for just a moment. As she took a deep breath to try and relax, I reached up and grabbed the wine bottle.

Holding it just above her pussy, I pressed my tongue into her slit, extending it out from my mouth. Pouring a little wine onto her golden strip of pubic hair, I drank both the Chardonnay and Ann. She felt the warm liquid trickling over her clit, and she knew what was coming next. I latched onto that swollen clit with my mouth, licking it quickly with my tongue as I sucked it in my mouth like a grape.

"Oh...FUCK! I'M CUMMING!" she screamed.

I already knew that, as she filled my mouth with more of her sweet, intoxicating liquid. As I gripped the wine bottle in my hand, I thought about how amazing it would be to bottle what Ann was producing. Tilting the bottle again, I poured more wine over her pussy, sucking it up with her cum. Ann moaned and grabbed my head by the hair as I attacked her clit. 

I finished the remaining little bit of the wine the same way, eating her pussy while I drank. Ann came a second time, and she started scooting forward in her chair. It was so intense that I had to put the bottle on the floor and grab her ass, helping her to the floor so she wouldn't scrape her back. 

Lying underneath me, Ann finally opened her eyes. "You're a naughty man, Neil Thomas," she said as she tried to catch her breath.

"Just trying to make you feel good," I said with a smirk.

"Yeah...well now it's my turn to make YOU feel good, baby," she said as she reached up and grabbed my belt.

Moments later, we were on the bed. Ann had my hard shaft down her throat, and I'd pulled her around so that I could eat her some more. She was on top of me, sucking my full length into her mouth. Any thoughts of more foreplay were gone. Ann wasn't about to take any more time. She'd taken off my pants and dragged me to the bedroom by my cock, playfully pushing me onto the mattress. I fell on my back, and Ann jumped on top of me, giggling as she took the head of my cock into her warm, wet mouth.





Ann: A Love Story Ch. 53



We settled into a 69, and we took our time. I was back to bringing Ann to the edge, and backing off, trying to build up some tension. But as masterful as she was at giving head, she was doing the same to me. We were trying to bring each other to that perfect crescendo, but not let each other cum. And we went at each other like that for over ten minutes. 

Finally, knowing it was getting late, Ann pulled off of my cock as she squeezed the base of my shaft hard and dug her fingernails into my scrotum to keep me from cumming. She turned to look at me, but of course, she had to lift her lower body off of my face to do that.

"Are you ready to fuck me yet," she said bluntly.

"I'm always ready to fuck you, babe...all you have to do is ask."

Ann laughed and said, "I doubt that. You've been taking your time all night...I'm sure there are times you'd drag it out just to make me beg."

"Funny...you're the one that wanted me to make you do things. Begging is just part of the package."

"Fine...I'll beg then," Ann said, turning around to lie on my body facing me. She kissed me, tasting her pussy on my lips and mouth as she forced her tongue down my throat. Then she started kissing my neck, biting at my skin playfully as she worked her way slowly up to my left ear. Licking my earlobe, Ann begged. "Fuck me, baby. Fuck my ass."

"You want me to fuck your ass?" I asked. I was a little surprised, but I wasn't complaining. I just wanted to make sure.

Ann pushed herself up off of me with her hands, doing a little push up on my chest as she stared deep in my blue eyes. She smiled and said, "If they don't want us drinking in this state, I can only imagine what kind of law they have for anal sex. We might as well break all the taboos we can while we're here."

~*~*~*~*~*~

Ann's ass seemed tighter than I could remember. Or maybe my cock was just fatter than usual. I know I was worked up, and Ann certainly was too. But the way her ass was gripping at my shaft was almost more than I could stand. Thankfully, Ann had seen fit to lube herself well when she'd gone into the bathroom to get herself ready while she waited for the wine to breathe.

She was standing next to the bed, her elbows on the mattress as she bent over, letting me take her from behind. It was something like the fifth position we'd been in since I'd first eased my big cock deep into Ann's ass. But she wanted to stand up. So I obliged her request, pulling her up to her feet as I rammed my cock into her like that. I fucked her standing for a while with her back against my chest, my hands gripping her tits as she leaned back into me and held my neck with her hands, her head next to mine as I looked over her shoulder.

Yet after fucking that way a little while, Ann let go of my neck, letting her body fall forward, catching herself with her hands. That eventually evolved to Ann supporting herself with her elbows and forearms as she let her upper body move towards the mattress. That changed the angle of her back, increasing the pressure on my cock as I screwed her back door. And it was that angle that was making her feel tighter than ever. 

Ann felt the change too, and she started to moan as I bucked into her harder and harder, making her nipples drag across the ribbed fabric of the bedspread we'd never bothered to turn down. 

"My God...did your cock just get thicker!" she groaned.

"I was going to ask you how your ass just got tighter," I said as my fingers dug into the skin of her ass cheeks, trying to pull them wider. "Are you okay?"

"Oh...FUCK...YES!" she said as she reached underneath her and started playing with her clit.

I reached around with my hand, my fingers joining hers as we rubbed her pussy together. It seemed like such and innocent thing when I did it, but it did something to Ann. She started ramming backward, trying to meet my thrusts. And that spurned me on, making me want to fuck her even harder than I was.

I was jamming into Ann harder than she was ramming back into me. And after a couple of particularly aggressive thrusts, Ann's elbows gave way, and we both fell forward, collapsing onto the mattress. My full body weight was on top of her, and I lifted myself with my left hand and I continued to try and finger her clit with my right. Her right arm was trapped underneath her, but she didn't care, since I was still shoving my cock deep into her ass. My strokes weren't as long, but they were still just as powerful as they had been moments before, and that, along with what I was doing to her pussy had Ann ready to explode.

"Neil...I'm going to CUM!" Ann screamed out.

I could feel the warm wet fluid start to cover my hand, and hers, as her orgasm took her. She was shaking underneath my body as I ground my cock into her. Ann spread her legs, pulling her knees up onto the very edge of the mattress, giving me more room and allowing me to bury my shaft farther inside her. Ann moaned as I hit spots inside her ass that I hadn't been touching before.

"Cum for me, baby! Cum in my ass!" Ann said, her head turned to the side as she let me abuse her anally. I could feel her other arm move, and she grabbed her left leg at the knee, pulling at it to try and hold herself wider for me.

She didn't need to. The ache in my balls had already started, and I was about to give her what she wanted.

I felt my sperm racing up my shaft, and before I could saying anything, I fell forward again, shoving my cock as deep as I could with one last urgent thrust of my groin. Ann let out a little exhale as I landed on her, but the smile on her face as I unloaded my cum inside her ass told me she was loving it.

Ann moaned as I filled her. I was practically whining; the grip her asshole had on my prick making me thrust forward a couple of times, like it was trying to free itself and find a different way out. It hurt and felt amazing at the same time. 

"Are YOU okay?" Ann finally asked as she heard me whimper again.

"God your ass is tight, Ann. Have you been doing some kind of exercises to make it stronger?" 

"Yeah...that's it. I've been doing special butt crunches in my sleep," she said sarcastically.

I pinched her clit, making her squirm and squeal at the same time. The next thing I knew, my cock was out of her ass, and we were playfully wrestling on the bed, making a mess of the green bedspread as my cum leaked out of Ann's gaping hole, and a little still leaked from my cock. It was a fun, joyful romp, and I let Ann escape. That turned into me chasing her around the hotel suite. I didn't go full out, because she was wearing her heels, but it was fun running after her tight ass around the furniture. I eventually trapped Ann in a corner, and she surrendered as I pulled her into my arms.

We kissed. It was hot and steamy at first, and then it became tender and loving. Finally, I held Ann's back with my left arm as I reached down with my right, sweeping her legs off the floor, making her squeal again as I quickly lifted her up. I was cradling her as I carried her back to toward the bedroom. 

"God...you're so strong," she said breathlessly. 

"Let's go to bed, baby. We've got another long day tomorrow," I said as I looked into those chocolate eyes. 

Ann placed her head against my shoulder, closing her eyes once more. She sighed peacefully and said, "I hope it's just as long as this one has been."

"Me too. And tomorrow, you're going to tell me about Maryam and that massage."

"Mmm...okay...if you make me," she said with her little giggle.



Ann: A Love Story Ch. 54



Ann and I had another long drive waiting for us. I knew that as I stared at the ceiling. But the warmth of the covers, and Ann's silky smooth skin nestled snugly against my body was making it next to impossible for me to move. In fact, that combination was only going to make a difficult task that much more arduous. But I knew we needed to get up if we were going to make the next destination on Tina's list in time to have any sort of fun. And since I didn't know if there was a specific agenda other than the destination itself, I didn't want to chance ruining anything she might have set up.

I was the one that was already awake, so it was up to me to make that first step. I slipped carefully out from under the sheets, not wanting to lift them too far so that the colder air of the room would disturb Ann. I wanted her to get at least a little more sleep. I slothed off slowly toward the bathroom...my tired body dragging along as I shuffled across the carpet. Closing the door quietly, I turned on the light, squinting and shielding my eyes until I got used to the brightness. 

Pulling back the shower curtain, I groaned as I looked at the single silver handle, and the odd markings on the ring that surrounded it. They looked more like hieroglyphics than actual words. All I wanted to do was take a nice steamy shower to wake me up, yet I knew from the design of the fixture I was staring at that I'd likely need a one hour course to learn how to operate it. I fiddled with the handle, trying to figure out how to make the water hot, without going straight to scalding. 

"Why do hotels always have to make these things so fucking complicated," I cursed as I moved the handle back and forth, trying to find a temperature that my body could withstand.

After a minute of playing around, I was finally standing underneath the hot spray, and my body started to feel human again, rather than whatever unrecognizable life form it had been in when my feet first hit the cold tile. My hands were against the wall of the shower, my body directly underneath the head as I let the water rain over me. I didn't move for the longest time, just feeling the hot, steamy spray as it tingled against my skin.

Finally feeling alive, I grabbed the unopened package of soap, the paper soggy from sitting it the little puddle of water that had formed on the tiny shelf it had been perched on. Discarding the wet wrapper on the edge of the tub, I lathered up, cleaning the nooks and crevices of my body. After washing my hair, I was just about to take the first stroke of the razor against the skin of my abdomen when there was a knock at the door.

"Neil...why's the door locked?" Ann said, just loud enough for me to hear over the noise of the water splashing all around me.

"I didn't want to get distracted," I laughed.

"Distracted?"

"Yeah...if I would have left the door open, I'm sure we'd be doing something besides showering."

"And there's a problem with that?" I heard Ann giggle.

"There is if we want to get to the next little erotic playground on our trip and be able to do anything there."

"Oh...OH...never mind then, baby. I can wait." I could feel her excitement coming into the bathroom, like it was oozing underneath the door, and I felt my own body shake. I had to take a deep breath to calm myself before I resumed shaving my crotch. I didn't want the blade to slip...otherwise, it really wouldn't have mattered what time we made it to the next stop on Tina's map of sexual adventure.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Ann was taking a shower and I was busy packing up my things. She had said she had gotten the things she needed out of her suitcase, and she hit the shower after me, just keeping her makeup bag with her to get ready. 

That allowed me to go downstairs and pay the hotel bill with the cash Ann's Uncle Marty gave me to pamper her with on the trip, and not put the charge on my credit card. As I waited for the young man to come back with an invoice, I thought about our first day of the trip back to Indiana. Besides the incredible sex, I was pretty pleased that I had been able to actually treat Ann in the way Marty had intended. And while I didn't know all the details of the rest of the trip, I felt pretty confident that Tina had similar things in store for us for the next few nights ahead.

I took all of our things to the car, including the dress Ann had worn the night before. It was there, waiting for us, freshly dry cleaned and bagged, ready for travel. It startled me at first when the guy went back behind a wall and brought it out to me, but I couldn't help but smile as I thought about Ann removing it for her massage with Maryam. And that made me wonder more about what happened in hour plus that Ann was with Maryam.

When I finished packing the car, I met Ann back upstairs in the suite as she came out of the bedroom with her makeup case. To say I was stunned with what she was wearing would be an understatement. So stunned, that I stopped caring about what happened the night before...I only cared what was happening right in front of me.

Ann always dressed sexy for me...and I suppose she did it a little for herself too. But every once in a while, she would surprise me with a combination that was unexpected, and this one fell in that category. She was wearing a pair of her hip hugger shorts...the ones with the V shaped opening in front that where held up with the lacing across the opening where her crotch was. Ann had bought a pair of brown suede ones the night we were at 'The Leather Door', right after I'd found her lying naked on the floor in the dressing room, handcuffed to the bench by her friend Missy. She'd told me that she had three other pairs that were the same general style as those brown ones, and she was wearing one of them as she walked toward me.

These were made of black leather, and they were skintight, appearing to be glued to Ann's body. The thin, shoelace like leather string criss-crossed back and forth across the front, splitting the soft blond hair of her pubic strip, which was totally visible. My cock lurched inside my navy shorts. 

As amazing as what Ann was wearing below, it was what she was wearing above the waist that had me smiling. She was wearing my dress shirt from the night before. She'd rolled up the sleeves to the middle of her forearms...and she'd taken the tails and tied them into a perfect little knot below her tits, making sure she showed off her perfect, flat stomach. She also left most of the buttons undone...fastening just the bottom one that was above the knot she'd tied, to help cover her tits. Not that it mattered. As big as the shirt was, the top still flapped open as she walked toward me, flashing parts of her wonderful, perfect breasts every so often. 

I was also surprised Ann had decided to go without her trademark high heels. Instead, she was sporting a bright white pair of canvas sneakers, along with some low cut white socks that you could barely see above the cut of the shoes. But that made more sense when I looked at Ann's angelic face. She had done her hair in pigtails, and her lips were elegantly done with a dark, almost maroon lipstick that matched her eye shadow. She looked sultry...and she looked slutty at the same time. 

She looked like a naughty schoolgirl. Well, not really. Maybe she was a naughty rocker chick in a hot video. Well, maybe not. Maybe she was...well...it didn't matter. Ann's style defied a logical category or stereotype. The fact was, she looked hot, and that's all that mattered to me. 

But Ann saw a look of disappointment cross my face, and she looked down at her attire. Looking back up at me, she said, "What's the matter? You don't like it?" 

I grinned wickedly at her and said, "Anna...I love it. I'm just pissed at myself for packing the camera in the car!"

~*~*~*~*~*~

We'd done a lot of things in Utah that would be considered taboo there by most local residents. From the innocent act of drinking a bottle of wine together, to the lascivious one of my fucking Ann in the ass...with a few others in between that were thrown in for good measure. But Ann walking through the lobby of the hotel that morning might have been the most brazen, because it was the most public. 

Sure, Ann had returned from her full body massage with Maryam in just her robe and her stilettos, and she'd dropped the robe there in the hallway to show me her amazing naked body. And, she'd gone to the car in just my dress shirt, and had gone so far as to take it off in the parking lot to let me photograph her from the hotel window. Ann had even returned to the room with it still unbuttoned, although I was pretty sure she would have covered herself quickly if she needed to. And of course, she'd sucked me off in front of the window, making me splatter my load all over the glass.

But in all of those cases, there was little chance she...or we had been seen. And if we had been, we hadn't noticed anyone watching us. So while there was a thrill to it, we still felt fairly safe and secure in what we were doing. Anyone that may have seen us did so anonymously, from the shadows or out of our sight. 

This was different. Ann was walking calmly down the long, marbled hallway from the elevators, past the front desk, towards the front doors of the elaborate hotel. She was also walking proudly as she held my hand...her head held high, her eyes glowing as we moved slowly. She was in control of her emotions, which was saying something, since I was so nervous I felt like we were criminals about to get nabbed any second.

Ann hadn't bothered to button up any more buttons of the dress shirt, and the front was flapping and moving as we walked, showing more skin than most of Utah had probably ever seen. From my vantage point next to her, I could see all of her right breast. I know it wasn't that obvious to anyone else, but the mere thought that she could be flashing all or part of either of her tits at any moment had me on fire. 

But as much as that turned me on, it was nothing compared to the fact that Ann still had the shirt tied below her breasts, which meant that there was nothing covering up her bare midriff. Or...her shorts. Ann was walking through the lobby with her blond strip of pubic hair on display for everyone to see. With her having the black shorts on, the color stood out, drawing your eyes to it. 

Ann having her stomach uncovered meant that it was pretty obvious it was her tanned skin that was showing in between the black laces. And that meant the blond stripe they were seeing wasn't just a design element of the shorts themselves.

Ann got stares. Lots of them. I suppose I did too, since I was walking next to her, holding her hand as we made our way from the elevators out to the parking lot. I could feel the stares and shocked expressions. So could Ann. But we she never acknowledged them...other than the smile she had on her face, and the way her fingernails were digging into the back of my hand as she squeezed it tightly.

"That was so hot!" Ann said as soon as her tight ass plopped down in the passenger seat of the car.

I slammed the hatch, having put her make up kit away, and I got in. Heading down the road, I looked over at Ann, my eyes shifting towards that golden strip of hair above her crotch. I actually tried not to, but it was impossible. It was like it was calling to me. Still, I tried to act nonchalant and said, "So...where do you want to go for breakfast?"

Ann giggled and said, "I can tell where you want to eat." Her hand gravitated to her lap, and she played with the curly fur, making sure I knew what she meant.

I might have blushed, but I struggled to maintain control and said, "Sit down, or fast food on the go?"

Ann moved a little, making sure she got me to look so she could make eye contact. "You don't have to pretend you're not looking, Neil. Everyone in the hotel was staring...why shouldn't you?"

"Sorry, babe. I just can't help it," I shrugged, my eyes glancing back again.

"Don't be sorry. I wore this because I WANTED to be stared at. I'd be disappointed if you didn't look." 

"You're never ever going to be disappointed then. Because I can't imagine not staring at you...you are without a doubt the most amazing woman I've ever met."

"You're just saying that because you want to fuck me," she said, her nose wrinkling as her eyes sparkled in the sunlight.

"Yes...I do. But you know I mean every word I say, Anna," I said, winking at her. "So...do you want to eat inside, or go though a drive thru?"

"Let's get it to go," she said, unbuttoning the one button she'd bothered to fasten on the oversized dress shirt she was wearing. I looked at her, a mischievous glint flashing in her eyes, and I knew the morning just got even more interesting.

~*~*~*~*~*~  

While it seems commonplace now, not every fast food restaurant used to have breakfast menus. So, it took a while, but Ann and I finally found one that was open, and we pulled into the line of cars waiting to order. Ann turned in her seat, pulling her left leg up onto it, bending her knee so that her lower leg was pointing a little towards me. She leaned back against the very edge of her seatback and the frame of the door, and she reached for her stylish dark sunglasses she had set on the dashboard earlier. 

Putting them on, she started moving around her shirt, trying different positions to see how the material of the white fabric covered her upper body.

"What in the world are you doing, Ann?" I asked, smiling at her.

"Trying to figure out how this looks best. What do YOU think?"

My face twisted as the smile on it changed. I became bewildered by her question. "What are you TALKING about?"

"I want to show off as much as I can, but I want it to look natural...not staged. What do you think?"

"I think your nuts," I laughed.

"Neil...I'm serious."

And she was. As turned on as Ann was, she wanted to be even more turned on. At first, I wasn't sure how to help her, but when we pulled up close to the menu board, I smiled and let out a little laugh.

"Something funny?" Ann said, not necessarily seeing any amusement in a big sign with food items on it. 

"I have an idea. Quick...tell me what you want to eat before we get to the speaker," I said as I nodded towards the car in front of us, showing her that we were just one car away from being able to place our order.

"What?" 

I grinned and said, "I want you to pretend to be asleep, just like you are now." How Ann looked at that moment...was spectacular. Her right breast was pretty much totally exposed, and her left one had the fleshy inside showing.

"What?" she said again as she started to move to shift her position.

"Stay still, Ann. Just tell me what you want to eat, and follow my lead when the time comes."

Ann smiled; the confidence she had in me reflected in her face. She told me what she wanted me to order for her, and then she leaned back, letting her body relax. By the time we moved forward to the speaker to place our order, I wasn't so sure Ann wasn't asleep. She wasn't moving at all, her body limp and, well...she didn't look 'staged', as she put it. She looked natural...and hot!

I pulled up to the speaker, and scanned the menu again to make sure I had our order right. A fast food drive thru is always a crapshoot anyway. You have just as good a chance of getting what you want in the bag as you do getting something you didn't order. But I was a little distracted by the half naked babe to my right, so it seemed only logical to make sure if there was a mistake in the order, to make sure it was on their end and not mine.

After giving my order, I glanced over and Ann, who was still sitting there in the same position she'd slumped in when I told her to be still and trust me. I watched her naked breast rise and fall with her deep breaths, and I fought the urge to reach over and pinch her nipple. I waited for the car in front of us to move, and then I slowly pulled forward to the first window to pay for our meal. I tried to keep my composure, not wanting to tip my hand.

Oddly enough, the girl at the first window never noticed Ann. She was in her twenties, and she was totally businesslike, taking the order of the next car in line while she took my twenty and made change. Handing it to me, she robotically told me to have a nice day as she moved her attention back to her next customer, telling them what the total of their order came to.

I glanced at Ann again, wondering if she was disappointed that she hadn't been noticed. But she didn't show any sign of it. Instead, she held her position, and continued to breathe deep, like she was sleeping. I grinned, thinking about how easily Ann had fallen into the playful mood she was in, and how well she acting the role of sleeping beauty. 

Pulling forward again, I stopped at the second window, and waited for the person working the drive thru to bring us our order. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Ann's body tremble slightly with anticipation; the first real sign that she wasn't sleeping after all.

It took a moment, but finally another girl in her early twenties showed up at the window. She was a cute redhead, with long curly strands that surrounded her face. She looked like she was barely tall enough to reach over the counter, and I wondered why they'd make her work there. 

Yet there she was, looking sexy as hell as she slid it open, asking politely if I wanted a drink tray in a voice that was high pitched and bubbly. I told her no, and she stepped up onto something, likely a stool, and she leaned through the window to hand me the first of two coffees to go, asking if we wanted cream and sugar. 

As I grabbed the Styrofoam cup, I turned to Ann and said, "Babe, here's your coffee...do you want cream and sugar for it?"

I could hear the gasp behind my turned head as the girl got a look at Ann's bare breast. Ann roused, yawning and stretching, bringing her other tit out in the open for just a second, before both of them were covered by the front of the shirt as she flipped up her glasses and took the coffee from my hand.

Making eye contact with the girl at the window, Ann said, "Yes please."

The girl just stood there, her mouth smiling softly as she held out the other coffee for me take. I took it and put it in the cup holder nearest to me, and turned back to the same wide-eyed stare. "We'd like the cream and sugar, please," I said, startling her.

"Oh...sorry," she said as she reached for sugar packets and the little containers of creamer. She fumbled with them, and started giggling as she looked over her shoulder towards Ann...staring right past me. 

Ann leaned forward, kind of ducking her head a little to make eye contact as she smiled warmly at the girl. In doing so, she inadvertently uncovered herself as the shirt moved with her movements. Her breasts were again visible for the briefest of moments...and then the material drifted again, and just the inside of her perfect tits showed as she waited. 

The girl turned back to me, blushing a little as she handed me the packets of sugar and the little creamer containers. I handed some to Ann, who smiled and said, "Thanks," nodding toward the girl that was now staring blatantly at her. 

It was such a small comment, but it made our 'guest's' eyes light up, and she flashed a big toothy grin, along with the cutest set of dimples I'd seen in a long time. She watched Ann though the window like she was looking at a painting, studying it...captured by the beauty and texture displayed in front of her.

Ann calmly went about shaking the sugar packet as she put the coffee in her cup holder, taking the lid off and placing it on the dashboard. It all seemed so perfectly natural...like Ann and I were at the kitchen table, and she was making her morning cup for the day. But she was being watched, and as Ann stirred in the cream, her nipple came into view for just a moment.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 54



I heard a sigh behind me...and I turned as Ann looked to see the girl practically leaning through the window on her elbow, staring at her. Ann winked as she put the lid back on and pulled open the little tab. Then, she lifted her cup and took a sip.

"Mmm...that's what I needed," Ann purred as she sat back again in her seat, lounging with her coffee in hand. With the way her body and legs were positioned, Ann's golden strip was now in perfect view of our voyeur. But just to make sure, Ann's left hand fell gracefully onto her lap as she took another sip of her coffee, and her fingers slowly played with the fine, soft strands of hair.

"Anna...you're teasing," I said in a mock admonishing tone.

"I'm just sipping my coffee, enjoying the view," Ann said as she winked at our new friend again.

"Me too," the redhead said, twirling as strand of her long soft hair with her fingers as she seemed to practically languish at the window. 

I glanced at the rear view mirror quickly, noticing the car behind us, and the impatient driver behind the wheel wondering what was taking so long with our order. I smiled, thinking about what he would think if he could see why the girl was taking her time. Ann seemed to have a way of making time stand still.

"You're very pretty," Ann said, which startled me...not to mention the girl at the window. "What's your name?"

"Gwendolyn," she said softly. She followed that by blurting out, "But I go by Gwen," quickly correcting herself, like she'd made a mistake. She was nervous, and you could tell she was questioning why she said her given name first, instead of the name on her nametag.

But Ann reacted to that like it was something she had planned, almost like she tricked her into saying it. "Mmm...Gwendolyn...that's a really pretty name. It's sexy, like you are."

"Thanks...Anna," she said sheepishly. "I've always hated it. I don't know why I didn't just say Gwen."

Ann leaned forward and said, "You hate it...why? It's perfect for you. It's got kind of a sensuous quality to it. Makes you sound alluring...which fits, 'cause you ARE." 

Gwen turned a little redder, her pinkish skin turning a little blotchy around her neck as she became flushed with embarrassment. She lowered her head and shrugged her shoulder, and said, "I'm not alluring. I'm FAR from alluring."

"Sure you are," Ann smiled, and pointed towards me. "Baby, what do you think?" Ann looked at me and smiled, saying, "Oh...how rude of me. Gwendolyn...this is my fiancée, Neil. Neil...is Gwendolyn alluring to you?"

"I don't think she's alluring, Anna," I said looking closely at Gwen, like I was scanning her body through the wall. Gwen looked at me, her eyes widening when she heard me disagree with Ann. But I grinned and said, "I think she's hotter than 'alluring'. I'd say she's closer to being captivating...or better yet, she's seductive...look at how amazing her eyes are."

Ann leaned forward again, looking at Gwen's green eyes, and how they sparkled in the morning sunlight. "Wow...you're right baby. She IS a little seductive, isn't she?"

I nodded and said, "Yep...that she is." Then I looked at Gwen, staring into those piercing emerald eyes and said, "May I say something?"

Gwen perked up, her body showing more confidence. "Sure."

"Gwendolyn really does fit you better. It's more mature, and Anna's right...it's damn sexy."

Gwen batted her eyes at me, and then glanced towards Ann, who was sipping her coffee seductively. Gwen started to say something, but she was interrupted. A young man carrying a bag wedged himself next to her at the window and placed the bag on the counter

"Here's the order, Gwen. Thanks for covering for me while I took my break."

"Gwendolyn," she said, smiling at him as she grabbed the bag.

"What?" he said, looking puzzled.

"My name is Gwendolyn, Todd. And it was my pleasure covering for you," she said as she handed me the bag. "There's your order, Neil. Thank you Anna...you made my morning...and a lot more than that!"

Turning back, she looked at Todd, who said, "Gwendolyn? Since when are you Gwendolyn?"

"I've always been Gwendolyn, Todd. I just didn't know it until now," she said as she turned and winked, giving us a little wave.

~*~*~*~*~*~

It had been a much better breakfast than it really had a right to be. For processed, assembly line, fast food fodder, it was really pretty good. Maybe I was just so famished that my taste buds didn't care, but I couldn't help but enjoy it. And Ann seemed to have the same reaction, based on how she had moaned while she ate. 

Now, it was hours later, and Ann was basking in the warmth of the morning sun as we made our way across the tops of the Rocky Mountains. The tiny Honda was working overtime as we had climbed them coming out of Utah, but that didn't keep us from flying up the steady incline, passing slower trucks that were in the right hand lane. 

Ann was laying back, her chest exposed and her hand on the front of her shorts as she played with her pubic hair between the laces. She'd already had one orgasm, fingering herself right after she got back into the car after posing naked by the sign welcoming us to Wyoming. After she came, she'd gotten dressed, leaving off her shoes and socks. With her supple, sexy body covered up, she fell asleep.

Ann must have been having some kind of naughty, erotic dream. When she finally woke up, she immediately unbuttoned the dress shirt again, very slowly, exposing herself. From there her right hand made the long, sensuous journey down her body, going from pulling and pinching her nipples, to where it rested now on her lap. Her left hand was above her head as she stretched out her athletic frame, making her body look longer. She was like a sexy feline as she toyed with the pubic hair that was sticking out between the laces. And from the looks of her chest rising and falling rapidly, I knew she was still thinking about whatever erotic thoughts that had aroused her in her sleep.

"Where are we, baby?" she finally asked over the steady hum of the engine.

"We're still in Wyoming. Why?"

"Are we spending the night in Wyoming?"

"Why?" I said with a laugh, not wanting to give too much away.

"Because we're supposed to have sex in every state, and I wondered if we were going to be doing that any time soon."

"Wow...you do wake up horny, don't you?" 

"Well, I have ever since my last trip to Indiana. Is that a problem?"

"God no...just making an observation, that's all."

Ann tilted her head slightly and said, "Looks to me like you're observing my tits."

"So are most of the truckers we're passing," I laughed.

"We've only passed two in the last 15 minutes, Neil. And only one looked. There's nobody out here."

"What's your point?"

"My point is, we're alone, and I'm horny. Why don't you find a place to pull over and fuck me?"

I laughed again and asked, "What it the world were you dreaming about?"

When Ann looked over at me, I could tell she was stunned that I had asked a question instead of just whipping the car across the two lanes and screeching to a halt so I could have my way with her. "Why does that matter?" she asked incredulously. 

"Just wondering what's got you so worked up?"

"It could be any one of a thousand things that have turned me on over the last couple of months, Neil. What does that have to do with you fucking me?"

I shrugged. "Nothing, I guess. I just wondered what had you moaning in your sleep so much." I was kidding her, of course. Ann hadn't moaned at all. All I could hear was the faint sound of her cute little snore as I drove silently down the highway.

But that struck a nerve in Ann. She turned a little red and said, "Oh my GOD! I was moaning!"

I nodded and said, "Uh huh," not really sure why. I suppose it was her reaction...like she was embarrassed that something she had been dreaming might stir up something inside her to the point that she was actually moaning out loud. I felt bad that I was being deceptive, but my interest had been piqued, and so I just confirmed her statement automatically...without really thinking about my answer.

Ann didn't bite though. She turned her head back towards the ceiling and said, "Huh. So...where does Tina have us spending the night, then?"

It was a classic diversionary tactic; one designed to throw me off the scent of the trail I'd found, by putting me on the defensive. I was amazed...by both her quick thinking, and the flawless execution of her strategic maneuver. 

I decided to answer her question instead of pressing her, figuring she'd eventually tell me when she felt more relaxed. But I also changed my tactics, asking, "What makes you think Tina is doing all of this?"

"I don't...I'm just assuming."

"Well, for your information, where we're staying tonight was my idea. I just needed her to set it up for me," I said defiantly.

"I'm sorry, Neil. I wasn't trying to insult you. I just figured you were trying to make our trip home special."

"I am, baby. Tina is helping, but I do have some ideas of my own every now and then," I said, admitting what Ann already knew, which was that Tina was indeed helping me. Not that that bothered me. Ann was bright, and she'd already made the assumption that Tina was involved to some extent the night before. I didn't see any harm in letting her know what she already knew.            

"Oh...okay...so, where are we going?" Ann asked, in a way that made my head spin for a second. 

It wasn't mean spirited or anything, but it kind of felt like she didn't believe me. And before I could stop myself, I said, "Colorado."

Ann smiled, knowing she'd gotten me to blurt out where we were going. It was a desperate attempt to let her know I was the one making the moves. And that really wasn't true...since I didn't know what Tina had in mind. Then again, I didn't know if Tina HAD anything in mind. She probably did, but then again, I didn't really know that. 

Right then and there, I decided that I needed to take a little more control of the trip. I trusted Tina, more than almost anyone I knew...and I know she was busting her cute little ass to make sure Ann and I had an amazing adventure on the way home. But she'd also said in her letter that she was still working out some of the details. Suddenly, thoughts of my Dad telling me to make sure I had emergency supplies with us for trip came to my mind...along with his every ready speech about being prepared.  

Ann giggled and said, "So, lover...where are we going in Colorado?"

I was already a little ticked at myself for telling Ann the state we were spending the night in. I wasn't going to tell her anything else. And I decided the best way to do that was to tell her. Or at least, make her THINK I was going to tell her. 

"Fine, if you want to keep ruining the surprise, I'll tell you...we're going to..."

"WAIT...DON'T TELL ME," Ann snapped, almost coming out of her seat.

"I thought you wanted to know...or was this just some way to get out of telling me what you were dreaming about?" I asked, my eyebrow arching as I stared at her.

"What?"

"You changed the subject for a reason, Ann. You must not want to tell me."

Ann's hand moved lower, cupping her pussy through her shorts. She was rubbing it...and I had no doubt that if she weren't wearing a pair of shorts that were so hard to get in and out of, she would have been fingering herself hard and fast. 

She took a deep breath, and said, "Fine...I'll tell you."

I pretended that it didn't matter, and said, "You don't have to tell me, Ann. I was just wondering...that's all. It really isn't that important. Anyway, we're going to..."

"TINA," she blurted out, much like I'd just said 'Colorado'. Ann seemed more desperate to get it out than I had, if for no other reason than to stop me from telling her where we were going. But I had a feeling it was more about telling me what had been on her mind all along.

"You were thinking about Tina?" I asked.

"Yeah...sort of."

"Wait...sort of? What's that supposed to mean?"

"Tina was the last one I was thinking about. I also thought about Dana...and Missy...and..." Her voice trailed off as she thought about what she was revealing to me. Ann smirked beneath her glasses, moving her hands to her breasts. She pulled at her nipples, pinching them and making them harder. 

"Mmm...this feels so good. Just like last night."

"I don't remember pinching your nipples last night," I said with a laugh.

"You didn't," Ann said, looking over at me again, this time with a shit-eating grin on her face. "MARYAM did."



Ann: A Love Story Ch. 55



"She did WHAT?" I asked, turning to Ann as she snickered at my reaction. I was so stunned I let off the gas pedal for just a moment, making the car slow down quickly. And that was because we were climbing up a rather steep incline in the Rocky Mountains. 

"You heard me," Ann said with a bashful grin. She was lying back in her seat, her eyes hidden by her glasses. She looked so hot, her hair still pulled up in the sexy pigtails, her makeup looking immaculate...and her half naked breasts practically begging me to stare at them as the peaked into view occasionally from underneath my dress shirt.

"You're kidding me...right?" I said as I pressed my foot back on the throttle, trying to regain the speed I'd lost.

Ann looked at me, lifting her glasses so I could see her big brown eyes batting at me, trying to gauge my reaction to what she'd just told me. "You're not upset, are you?"

I looked down at the crotch of my shorts, which was suddenly sporting a tent any three-ring circus would be proud of. Nodding towards it, I smiled. "What does that tell you!" 

Ann glanced at my lap and she exhaled in relief. "Good...I was worried."

"Why would you be worried?"

"Because I didn't tell you about it before now," she said as she put the glasses back down, smiling at the ceiling of the car.

"I've told you, Ann...you don't have to tell me when it's something like that. Besides, you haven't told me anything...yet," I grinned. 

In fact, what she'd just told me about Maryam, the masseuse at the hotel we'd stayed at the night before in Utah, really wasn't necessarily a revelation. All Ann had said was that Maryam had pinched her nipple. I could have been reading a lot more into that than I should have been. After all, it was Maryam's job to give Ann a massage. Perhaps Ann was just overreacting to Maryam touching her in a certain spot in a way she hadn't anticipated. Or maybe Ann was just making it up, as another diversion to keep from telling me what had really gotten her so turned on in her dreams while she was sleeping next to me in the car. Or maybe she was just teasing me...to get me hard.

But the way Ann was acting told a different story. She was definitely turned on, and from the look in her eyes, I knew it had something to do with Maryam. Ann started unlacing the front of her sexy black leather shorts, and she removed the lace altogether, dangling it around the rear view mirror. As she lifted her hips to peel them off her ass, and down her tanned legs, Ann looked over to me. Her hard nipples were exposed, pointing at the ceiling of the car as the unbuttoned white dress shirt she was sort of wearing fell open to the sides.

"If you promise to not ask questions while we fuck, I promise I'll tell you all about EVERYTHING that happened last night when I'm done with you," Ann said wickedly. Her voice sounded passionate and slutty at the same time, and it certainly got my attention. I wanted to ask her what 'everything' meant, but I wanted to fuck her more. And I wanted to do it right then and there.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Ann was humming along with the stereo as she drove down the interstate. She had the windows down just a little, and the vent fan blowing full blast. The white dress shirt she was wearing was sticking to her damp skin, the translucent effect making my semi hard cock start to revive as I stared at her from the passenger seat. 

The image of Ann throwing the shirt back on after we'd finished fucking in the very seat I was now lounging in ran through my mind. I could see her getting out of the car, and walking around the front in her bare feet, not bothering to button it up, or to put her shorts back on, for that matter. She just put it on like some kind of superhero cape, and whisked around the car as if she was participating in a Chinese fire drill at a stoplight.

But Ann was the only one that got out of the car, and we hadn't been stopped at a busy city intersection. We had been pulled off on the side of a desolate stretch of Interstate 80, somewhere on the outskirts of Nowhere, Wyoming. She had walked smoothly, and deliberately, the high mountain winds blowing her shirt open, showing her tanned, naked body, which was covered with a glossy sheen of perspiration. She looked so free and natural as she came around the driver's side door and opened it. She never said a word as she started up the engine, and reset the seat and the mirrors. She flipped the directional signal on, letting the oncoming traffic that wasn't there know that she was about to pull onto the highway, and seconds later we were back on our way.

As she drove down the road, Ann was covered, but barely. The shirt clung to her tits, the perspiration quickly soaking though, making her nipples plainly visible. The front of the shirt remained open, showing her midriff and her mound. But Ann didn't care, since there were practically no cars or trucks traveling where we were at the time. And even if there had been, I'm not sure it would have mattered. Ann was radiating, her aura filling the car. It was as if we were all alone on the planet as we drove along in the wide-open wilderness.

I glanced over at my bride to be, her chest jutting out as she focused on the road ahead. She had her legs spread, and I could see a white pool of cum forming between them as the huge load I deposited in her pussy started to ooze from deep inside her. Ann didn't seem to care that it might stain the fabric of her seat. And that surprised me. She kept her car immaculate, much like everything else I'd seen in her life when it came to her possessions, or where she lived. Ann...was a clean freak, and I smiled when I thought about that. She loved things as squeaky clean as anyone I'd ever met...yet when it came to sex, she could best be described as leaning toward the dirty side. I couldn't help but love that about her.

She left me reclined in that passenger seat, dripping of sweat and feeling used. It was the greatest feeling in the world. Ann had done all the work, saying she was rested from her own version of a 'power nap', and she had certainly fucked me like that were true. Lying there, I closed my eyes, thinking about how Ann had fucked me.

All I could do was hold onto her hips, and let her ride me like I was some wild horse. I wondered at the time if there were any near us out on those high mountain plains. There was no doubt that if there had been, Ann could have broken them the way she relentlessly rode me. I might have even had illusions of being a wild bronco when she first slipped her hot, tight pussy over my cock. I was trying to buck into her, hard and deep. But when she'd finished taming me, I knew I'd let her ride me like that anytime she wanted.

With my eyes closed underneath my shades, I listened to Ann's happiness, feeling it fill the car. I could sense her love as she hummed along perfectly with the music, and it warmed me, just as much as the sun shining into the car. As I lay back with my hands over my head, my limp cock twitched a little. I was still naked below the waist, enjoying the warm rays dry my damp, sticky skin. 

After about fifteen minutes of just lying there with my eyes shut, feeling free as we drove down the sparsely used interstate, I felt Ann's hand. It started at my hip, resting there. I could feel her fingers gently rubbing my skin. It was a loving, tender touch...her fingertips feeling electric as they lingered there. Her hand stayed still for a while, and I didn't move either. I loved that feeling of togetherness, even in the most simplistic of ways...so much that I didn't want it to end.

A few more miles down the road, I could feel Ann move her body towards mine, shifting her ass closer to the console that split our seats. Shortly after that, I could feel her hand sneaking its way along my hip, heading for my crotch.

She gently took my cock in her soft hand, and played with my shaft. "I love your cock, baby," she said softly, almost to herself. It seemed she was unsure if I was even awake, and she didn't want to disturb me. But that didn't keep her from playing with my shaft. 

I was going to say something, but for whatever reason, I didn't. I kept my eyes closed, and fought to keep a straight face as her delicate fingers massaged my prick. Knowing how much she loved playing with a cock, I had a hard time keeping my excitement buried inside my beating chest. And I was worried that my shaft might be getting hard too fast, thinking that would give away that I was actually just pretending to be asleep.

If Ann noticed, she didn't act like it. Or she didn't care. She was so happy when my cock finally grew to its full erect stature she let out a quiet little moan. I tried to remain still as she slowly started stroking it. And Ann was making that easier, because she wasn't trying to get me off. It was more like a dalliance. She was just playing with my cock, pacifying her self-professed need to toy with my manhood. Ann had called it a fetish, but in reality, it was more like a hobby. Still, my being naked below the waist, and appearing to be asleep, gave Ann an opportunity she apparently couldn't pass up. 

I suppose I should have felt guilty about it. It was a little like putting candy in front of a child and expecting them not to pick it up. Or, perhaps more accurately, it was like putting the vice of choice in front of an addict. I suppose even that is a little too harsh, though. It wasn't like Ann couldn't keep her hands off of me. I knew that she could have, if she had wanted to. If anything, it was just something to do to help her pass the time as she drove us across the beautiful, spacious countryside. Since I was 'asleep', it was a way for her to not be alone...it was a way for her to be connected to me. 

Ann slowly moved her hand back and forth, and I lost track of time; lost in the pleasure she was giving me. But as time passed along with the miles, I finally had to move. It had become too torturous. Not Ann masturbating me...that was amazing. I wished I could have stayed still to let her continue what she was doing uninterrupted. But I was trying so hard NOT to move...all I could think about was how much I needed to. It was like trying not to scratch when you have an itch, and you start feeling other places itch all over your body. 

Letting out a sigh, I stretched a little, and Ann squeezed my cock with her hand, letting me know what she was doing.

"Are you awake, lover?" she asked quietly.

"Mm Hmm," I mumbled with a pleasant hum.

"Did I wake you?"

"No," I answered.

"No? How long have you been awake?" she asked.

I didn't want to lie. It seemed silly to. Besides, I wasn't completely sure Ann didn't know I was awake. Maybe I wasn't as good at hiding the fact that I wasn't asleep as I thought I was. So, I said, "Since you said that you love my cock when you first touched it."

Ann looked over at me and said, "What? That was like...fifty miles ago?"

I just smiled and said, "Mmm...and I love your pussy, baby."

Ann grinned at me. "I thought you were asleep, Neil."

"Maybe I was then...maybe I was having the best dream of my life."

Ann stroked my cock more deliberately as she cooed. "Do we need to fuck again in Wyoming, or are we saving ourselves for tonight Colorado?"

"We're waiting," I said without hesitating.

"Mmm...I'm excited already," Ann said.

"You should be," I said, not really knowing why I said it. I didn't have any idea of what we'd do when we got there. I had a gnawing feeling in my got that I needed to be prepared, telling me I needed to come up with something just in case Tina hadn't been able to come up with anything. And I had ideas...lots of them. I'd had them running through my mind since I'd been hit with them like a flash flood as I sat alone by the fireplace in that Bed and Breakfast in Sacramento. Yet Tina had been going to a lot of trouble...so I would feel bad about just blowing off what she might have come up with if she had. 

I put all of that out of my mind, when Ann said, "So...are you ready for me to tell you about Maryam?"

I sat up quickly. Almost too quickly, as I practically ripped the seatbelt into my shoulder as I hit the handle to make the seatback spring upright. Ann giggled as I struggled to compose myself. I felt both the pain in my neck as well as the pleasure in my lap. But that good feeling soon stopped, when Ann took her hand away. 

I looked at her, kind of pouting, but she said, "You're the one that said we're waiting for Colorado, baby. I don't want you shooting off early. And that might happen if I tell you about last night while I'm stroking your cock."

~*~*~*~*~*~

Before Ann got that chance to tell me, we had to stop for gas just outside Cheyenne. I groaned as I pulled my shorts up over my straining cock, disappointed that I had to get dressed. I had been enjoying being naked in the car, but I knew we were likely going to encounter a lot more traffic as we neared more populated areas, so it was inevitable. But that didn't mean I had to like it. Ann giggled as I sat back in my seat, my prick tenting up in the front.

"Are you hurting, baby?" she asked, patting my cock.

"I'll be fine," I said with a grimace.

Ann pulled off the interstate, and rolled into a large gas station that had three islands of gas pumps. Pulling up next a pump at the first island, which was farthest from the building, Ann parked with the driver's side next to it. I got out, and limped around the front of the car, my bulge evident as I moved to the driver's side. I leaned in towards the window, and said, "I'm going inside to pay. I'll be right back."

Ann nodded, and I walked slowly towards the built in convenience store that was part of the station. I returned a short time later and noticed that Ann was out of the car, pumping the gas. And she wasn't dressed, at least below the waist. She was covered by the shirt, and she had seen fit to button a couple of the buttons, but she was standing barefoot next to the car, looking sexy as hell in my white dress shirt. 

The gas station was fairly empty at the time. There were a couple of cars, but they were at the island closest to the store, and that made me think that Ann had parked at the farthest one away for a reason. 

As I got to the pump, she said, "Can you finish this, baby...I need to do a little cleaning." The driver's door was still open, and Ann moved out of my way as I manned the pump. Ann turned, and bent over at the waist, leaning inside the car. I watched as she slurped at her seat, licking at the cum stain she'd left there from my load seeping out of her pussy for the last few hours. There wasn't much left, as most of it soaked into the cloth...but it was the idea of what she doing that drove me wild. Not to mention the fact that the bottom of her amazing ass was peeking out from under the tail of the shirt.

I reached to the right of Ann, behind the seat, and pulled out what had become our camera bag; the orange canvas beach bag. Pulling out my Nikon, I focused in on Ann's long, sexy legs and the way she was standing there on the concrete barefooted.

Ann heard the camera fire, and she turned her head, looking up from what she was doing. I flashed a naughty little grin and said, "Sorry. I couldn't help myself."

Ann grinned back and said, "I'm sure you couldn't. Do you like it when I lick your cum up off the seat?" Then she flicked her tongue out, leaving it there for me to take another picture. When I did, her eyes got that smoldering look in them, the one that told me I'd just reignited the fire inside her. They were practically glowing, like she was possessed or something. 

"I love it when you do sexy things like that, Ann."

Looking over her shoulder, Ann said, "I thought you were in charge on this trip?"

That comment hit me a little funny, and I narrowed my brow in reaction. "What is that supposed to mean?"

Ann turned and sat down on the seat with her hands behind her. Jutting her chest out, she spread her legs wide. I could see the skin between her breasts, and all of her legs, but the way the shirt fell, and now that it was buttoned a little, I couldn't see much. Ann watched me looking at her...well, leering, camera in hand, and she groaned. And it wasn't really a good groan. It was more of an exasperated one.

"What?" I said, trying to figure out what Ann was getting at.

"Neil, do I need to get out the handcuffs and beat you over the head with them?" she said with a smile.

"You want me to handcuff you?"

"NO...not unless you want to. But I do want you to do something...besides just stare at me."

"What are you saying, Ann?"

"Look at me, Neil."

"You just told me not to stare at you."

Ann let out a laugh, and that relaxed me. "I didn't say I didn't want you to stare at me, lover. I LOVE it when you stare. But I want you to do MORE than just stare. Look at me, baby. Look how I'm dressed for you right now."

"I have been, Ann. I LOVE how you're dressed. You are so incredibly sexy...and I love that I know what you're not wearing underneath that shirt."

"I know you do, sweetheart. And I love being this way for you. And I really do love it when you stare at me...it turns me on to know I turn you on so much. So, think about all of that for a moment, and then remember that you're in charge. It's okay if you take advantage of how I'm dressed...if you want to."

Ann was right. Here I was supposed to be making her do things, and I was...to an extent. But I seemed to fall back and watch a lot, or just take pictures, instead of taking advantage. I had a nearly naked babe on my hands, and I was standing idly by. Ann's handcuff reference wasn't a plea for me to bind her wrists, but it was a suggestion that I wake up and realize she was submitting to my direction for the rest of the week. That didn't have to mean I was supposed to dominate her until Sunday. But I WAS supposed to keep her on edge, and I knew I could do a better job of it.

Putting the camera on top of the car, I turned and started walking towards the store again. Ann panicked and said, "I'm sorry, Neil...I shouldn't have said anything."

I looked back and smiled. "Yes...you should have. And I'm glad you did."

"So...where are you going?"

"To start over, Anna. You need to keep cleaning that seat. I don't want to stain my shorts. Understand?" I smiled.

"Yes, baby!" Ann squealed, hopping up out of the seat.

"Good...I'll be right back."

I walked back into the store, and came back a few minutes later with a couple of drinks. Ann was as I'd hoped she'd be, standing like she had been when she first started licking at the driver's seat playfully. However, now she was actually doing what I'd told her. She was sucking at the cloth material like she was a Hoover, trying to get out whatever cum she could. I had figured she would just play at it like before, but it was just like Ann to take my...well, my order, and take it literally.

I set one of the cans on top of the car, and picked up the camera, taking another quick picture. But this time, I had something else in mind entirely. 

"Unbutton your shirt, babe," I said as I put the camera back on top and waited. 

Ann kept licking at the seat seductively, but she reached up with her hands and deftly unfastened the two buttons she'd closed in the car. When she had them undone, I lifted the shirt up onto her back, exposing her ass, and her tits as the hung down. She was still bent over licking the seat, and I watched her amazing breasts sway back and forth as she moved. Ann was pretty much hidden, for being out in the open like she was. The car, with the open door, hid her from view in two directions, while the gas pump was hiding her from the direction of the store. And I was standing between her and the back of the car...but she was still exposed, and in her position, she couldn't really tell if she was being watched or not.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 55



Ann's pussy was noticeably wet; so were her thighs. I smiled as I placed my hand on her the soft curve of her ass, near the top of her right leg. Ann let out a little sigh as my fingers started traipsing along her skin, moving back and forth between her left buttock and her right, stroking her cheeks with my fingers. 

She squealed out loud when she felt the ice cold can of soda nestle up against her cunt when I placed it there. "Oh...GOD!" she moaned, her body shuddering in reaction.

"Do you like that, Anna?"

"It's so cold!"

I smacked her ass with my hand, the stinging sound resonating off the surroundings under the canopy covering the gas pumps. "I asked you if you liked it. Does it feel good against your hot little pussy?"

"Oh God...Yes! Yes it does, baby!" she whined.

I moved the can upwards, rubbing it against the crack of Ann's ass and along her tanned backside. I ended up placing it on her lower back, setting it there. "Don't move, or you're going to make the can fall," I said sternly, making sure she heard me. 

Ann stopped licking the seat, and used her hands to push her back up to make it level. "W...what are you doing?" she said nervously.

Instead of answering her, I showed her. Moving closer to her toned body, I slipped two fingers of my left hand deep inside her pussy in one quick thrust of my wrist. Ann grunted, and almost fell forward, but she steadied herself with her hands. I started ramming my hand back and forth, fucking her hard and fast with my digits. 

Looking around, I was tempted to just whip out my hard dick and fuck her right then and there. I actually contemplated it, thinking about how amazing the experience would be. But I was taking a big enough chance as it was, and when a car drove into the gas station and pulled up to the middle island, I came to my senses.

Ann was close to cumming, and she let out a little wail when I pulled my fingers out of her pussy and brought them to my mouth. 

"Please Neil...don't stop! I was..."

I smacked Ann on the ass with my other hand and grabbed the soda off her body. "Crawl into the car, Anna. We need to go now."

"But...I need to cum," she said as she looked over her shoulder.

"You'll cum later, when I say you can," I smiled, just before I spanked her other cheek. "Now...get in the car."

"Yes baby," she yelped, followed by a giggle as she crawled sexily over the console and into the passenger seat. 

~*~*~*~*~*~

"Neil, how did you know I loved Diet Coke? It's my favorite." Ann asked as she took a sip of her drink.

I lifted my can and said, "I didn't...I just got you the same thing I drink."

"YOU love it TOO?" she said with a smile.

"I guess so," I grinned.

"Wow...I never would have figured you for a diet drinker."

"Why...it helps me with my figure."

"Yeah...right. Like you need a diet soda. You're body doesn't have any fat on it at all."

I pointed at Ann's amazing naked body as she lounged next to me and said, "You're telling ME that?"

"I look this way BECAUSE I drink diet," Ann said, struggling to keep a straight face.

It was just another thing we suddenly found we had in common, and it made me smile. It was little moments and little discoveries like that that made the two of us giggle together. And it happened more frequently than I would have imagined. It seemed like every day we were finding out something else, some thing that strengthened the bond between us.

Of course, there were those random moments too, where one of us would say something so out of left field it caught the other off guard. And those moments were precious too. 

Ann was staring out the window, looking out over the rolling terrain of Southern Wyoming as we headed south along Interstate 25 towards Colorado. There was a little more traffic, so I was staying in the left lane most of the time. I didn't want Ann to get dressed, since I'd made her take off the shirt while we were still at the gas station. And I didn't want to deal with truckers staring. Not that I would have minded that much, but I knew we weren't that far from the state line, and another photo op. I didn't want some horny truck driver seeing us, and then stopping along the side of the road if he recognized our car.

I had made Ann keep her legs spread wide. But I wouldn't let her touch herself, other than to rub the cold can against her pussy, which she was doing with great frequency. And I knew we were seconds away from Ann begging me to let her touch her pussy. She'd done it at least ten times since we'd pulled back onto the highway, and I figured she was going to do it again. 

That's why I was so amused when she pointed and said, "Neil, can't you just imagine being here a hundred years ago and coming over this hill to see a hundred thousand buffalo in that valley."

"What," I laughed out loud.

"I can just picture myself riding Charcoal, and stumbling on a herd of them...I can see it in my head. It's so free out here."

"Where the hell did that come from?" I said with a little smirk on my face.

"I dunno...just thinking about you and me...riding horses out here."

"Are you dressed like you are now?"

Ann smiled, and looked over at me. Taking another sip of her drink, she said, "If that's how you want me. I feel so relaxed with you, Neil...look at me. I'm riding naked in my car, and I don't care right now."

"That's because there's no one around us."

"Maybe...I suppose I'd be more self conscious if we were in the city...but that's my point. I feel so free out here. It kind of promotes it, don't you think?"

"I guess so," I said with a smile.

"You guess? I'm telling you baby, I think I'd become a nudist if we lived out here. At least in the summertime...I'm sure the winters really suck."

"A nudist, huh?" I said, thinking about what that would be like. And it gave me another idea for later. I wasn't sure how I'd use it, but I wanted to test the waters. "What about the fall?"

"What do you mean?"

"It's fall right now."

"Well, I suppose. It's beautiful today."

And it was. It was another 70 degree day, with nothing but sunshine. The favorable weather pattern we'd started driving in when we left California was following us across the country, and the skies seemed even bluer at the altitude we were at. 

"I'm sure it's colder at night," I said, seeing if that swayed Ann's mind.

"I'm sure you'd find a way to keep me warm, baby," was all Ann said as she looked back out across the empty countryside.

We drove another few miles, and I reached behind Ann's seat, fishing around with my hand.

Ann looked at me and said, "What are you looking for?"

"Your purse."

"Why do you need my purse?"

"Because your dildo is in it?"

"Oh," Ann smiled. I pulled it out, and handed it to Ann, who brought the rubber cock to her face, rubbing it against her cheek seductively. "So...what would you like me to do with this?" she asked.

"I want you to fuck yourself with it."

"Mmm...I was hoping you'd say that," she said as she started to place the head of the fake cock against her pussy. I grinned at Ann. It was mischievous smile, one that made Ann stop what she was doing and just stare at me. Her mouth opened, and she said, "What?" nervously.

"Not there Ann...THERE," I said, pointing out the window.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Ann was shaking. The excitement of what she'd done overwhelmed her for just a moment as she kneeled down behind the car, hiding herself from the occasional car that might happen to pass us.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"I can't believe I just did that. I can't believe you just MADE me do that!"

"You wanted me to make you do things, didn't you? That's what that was all about back at the gas station."

"I know...but I didn't know I'd be doing THAT!"

"Well...first of all, you're the one that said you'd want to be a nudist if you were out here."

"I said I THINK I'd become one...I didn't say for sure."

"Fine...but you loved it...didn't you," I said, not as a question, but as more of a statement.

"What makes you say that?" Ann said looking up at me as I held the camera.

"Because...you're doing it again," I replied I clicked the shutter to take a picture of what Ann was doing with her dildo.

Ann moaned, and begrudgingly admitted I'd been right all along. "YES...I loved it...OKAY! Now...will you please let me cum?"

"No...sorry. Neither of us are cumming until we get to where we're going."

"How long is that going to be?" Ann said desperately as she took the cock from her dripping pussy.

"I don't know...a couple of hours, at least. And we're stopping for dinner. So let's get going," I said as I winked and took one last picture before walking back around the car.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Ann thought I was kidding at first when I pointed to the sign welcoming us to Colorado, telling her that was where I wanted her to fuck herself with the dildo I'd handed to her a few seconds before. But as I slowed down and pulled off the highway, hitting the emergency flashers, I took it from her hand and opened my car door. And Ann knew by the way I was acting that I was serious.

I grabbed the camera, and said, "Come on...we still have a lot of day left after this, and I want to get to where we can BOTH have some fun." Ann smiled and sighed, and bent over to pick up the dress shirt off the floor near her feet. I waved my finger and said, "Uh-uh...you don't need that. Let's go."

Ann's eyes widened. "What? I need something to cover up with, just in case."

"No you don't...you're a nudist. Now stop stalling and get out here."

Ann opened her car door, and stepped out cautiously, looking back down the highway to see who might be approaching. I'd parked the car like I always did, in a way to help shield her, but this was her first time walking to a sign when she wasn't covered, and that was making her feel more vulnerable. It was also turning her on.

"You're excited about this," I said as I set the dildo on the front of the car and motioned for Ann to move over to the sign.

"No...I'm not!" Ann said, as she stood frozen in place.

"Yes you are...I can tell. And the longer you stall, the longer you're going to be out here."

Ann thought about that for about a half a second, and then she scurried across the pavement in her bare feet. She moved through the first couple of poses she'd been doing rather quickly. It wasn't like she was rushing them, as if she was worried that she was going to be spotted by someone that was driving past us. Ann had just gotten really good at it. Posing for the camera came natural to her, and once I pointed the Nikon in her direction, she kind of snapped into a mood.

It was like Ann was a model, and she came alive once the camera was on her. Her eyes, which to me were always her most amazing feature anyway, seemed to stare through the lens, and they showed everything she was feeling inside. I could feel her fire, her passion...her sexual spirit. Sure, Ann had an amazing body; one that she could move and twist in ways that boggled my brain. And it was a hot, sexy body...one that never failed to get me hard when she was trying to; and most of the time even when she wasn't. Yet it was Ann's eyes that moved me.

Ann's eyes were magical, more than just windows into her soul. They offered glimpses of the woman behind them. From the childlike innocence they sometimes reflected, to the sexual tigress they would flash when she was in that mood...and the seemingly endless variances in between. Ann's eyes were full of life, and she spoke to me through them in ways that touched me deep in my heart. At the moment, they were telling me that Ann was not just turned on, which I read in them often. The look in Ann's eyes told me she was feeling liberated.

Ann had already leaned against the support pole near the interstate, and then turned and bent down, grabbing her ankles for me in a way that made my cock strain against my shorts. Now, she'd slowly turned and squatted in front of the sign, spreading her knees wide as she held her hands on her head, her pigtails making her look more innocent than the pose she was making. I looked at her through the viewfinder of the camera and took one picture getting her and the entire sign, before refocusing and getting a close-up of her. But then, on a whim, I refocused again, tightening up on Ann's face as she smiled for me.

As I framed the shot, I looked at Ann's eyes as she smiled at me. She looked at the camera, and she let out a little sigh. Her face was painted with a peaceful, content expression. She looked so relaxed in the moment, and as the shutter fired, I could see the love and happiness in her face. She loved what she was doing, and she loved that I was asking her to do it. Or, as Ann saw it with those beautiful deep brown eyes, I was making her.

Ann started to get up, saying "Ready to go baby?"

I picked up the dildo off the hood of the car and walked it over to her. "We'll go in just a second...right after I get a picture of you using this."

Ann took it, and she looked up at me. She was going to say something, but she saw the look in MY eyes, and she read it correctly. I nodded at her, and she turned a little red as I backed up to where I was before and lifted the camera again. Instead of arguing, or debating, Ann took a deep sigh, gripping the cock in her hand and bringing it to her wet pussy.

Looking through the viewfinder a second time, I looked at Ann's face again, having never reset the lens. And what I saw surprised me. She wasn't upset, or scared. She didn't even appear to be nervous in any way. She looked...excited. More excited than any time I'd taken her picture in front of one of those roadside welcome signs...and this was the fifth one so far on our trip. 

I took a quick picture of her face, the thrill of what she was doing evident in her wicked little grin, and then I adjusted the camera. Ann had already slipped the big rubber shaft into her pussy, and she was busy fucking herself with it. I took several quick shots, my favorite being one where she'd moved her left hand up to her breast to tweak her nipple while she closed her eyes. The way the corners of her mouth turned up slightly showed she was not only enjoying herself, she was lost in her moment of self pleasure. For all she knew, she was alone in her bedroom...not on the side of a highway out in the open.

That moment left her quickly as the sound of a semi roaring past us almost made her fall over backwards. She put her hand behind her on the pavement to catch keep her balance, the rush of air from the big rig making her pigtails blow back. She looked at me in shock, and I grinned and took one last picture before motioning to her. 

"Come on...we've taken enough chances here, baby. Let's get going."

Ann ran towards the car like a sprinter, the cock clutched tightly in her hand. She looked like an Olympic track star, gripping a baton as she flew past me and ducked behind the Honda. Holding the cock to her chest, she sucked in air, trying to catch her breath. 

~*~*~*~*~*~ 

Ann was still breathing hard, and we'd been back on the interstate for about five minutes. I glanced over, and she was still holding onto her dildo with a death grip, her fingernails digging into the rubber. I was one of the few times I was thankful that she holding a fake one instead of my own shaft. 

"Are you okay, Ann?" I asked.

Ann did a little double take and looked over at me. "Huh...oh...yeah. I'm fine, baby."

"Ha...are you sure?"

"Yeah...I'm fine. Just a little worked up."

"Was that too much?" 

Ann smiled sweetly as she looked at her hand, relaxing her fingers a little when she realized just how hard she was squeezing her toy. "No...it was perfect. Well, it was ALMOST perfect."

"Almost?"

"Yeah," Ann laughed, "If that truck wouldn't have scared the shit out of me, I was about ten seconds away from cumming. But that kind of killed the mood." 

"It's just as well. I didn't tell you that you could cum anyway."

"What?"

"I told you earlier...you can't cum unless I tell you you can."

Ann shrugged her shoulders sheepishly and said, "I forgot about that. What would have happened if I would have?"

I laughed and said, "I suppose I would have had to punish you."

"Is that what we're doing right now? Am I..."

"I'm really not in the mood to dominate you...if that's what you're asking. But I do want you to do what I ask you to do. Okay?"

"Okay...but I'd do that if you wanted me to," Ann said with a smile.

"Do what?" I asked.

"Be your...love slave."

Grinning, I asked, "Is that what you want?"

Ann batted her eyes and said, "I want whatever you want, Neil. I just want you to know that if that's what you want, I wouldn't argue."

"We'll see. That's not really in my plans for tonight."

"Soooo...what are your plans?" she asked, trying seductively to fish them out of me. 

The truth was I still didn't really know yet. First of all, I didn't know what Tina may have planned, if anything. As for what I might do if she hadn't, I had so many options...I was still trying to figure them out. But the thought of having Ann as my love slave was a nice one. 

It intrigued me...and Ann wouldn't know one way or the other if it was my plan all along, since I hadn't told her anything. I had told her the truth...I really wasn't in that kind of a mood, and I felt like I needed to be if I was going to make the night special for her. I'd had an idea that had been sparked by her comment of being nudist, but it was just a passing thought. I decided to just keep my options open, and see how things played out. Something was telling me I needed to be ready in case Tina didn't have anything set up for us. I didn't want to waste the night...or where we'd be staying, by not having something special in mind for Ann.

I glanced over at Ann as she gave me her innocent 'Bambi' eyes, trying to get me to tell her what I had in mind. I smiled softly and said, "I told you Ann...it's a surprise."

Ann sighed. "Okay."

"You're not very good at this 'being patient' game, are you?"

"Not really. I was always the one that wanted to open my presents on Christmas Eve."

I laughed and said, "You know that's wrong, don't you? You HAVE to open them on Christmas morning."

"So I've heard," she said sarcastically.

"Well...just so we get a couple of things straight, WE'RE opening our presents on Christmas morning. AND, our kids are going to wake up in their own house on Christmas day. If our parents want to come visit us for the Holiday's, that's fine. But I want our kids to wake up in their own home and run downstairs and find presents under the tree that weren't there the night before."

Ann's hand flew over her mouth, and she got wide eyed. I could see them glassing over, like she was about to cry. I put my hand on her thigh and asked if she was okay. 

"You've really thought about that?"

"Sure...why? Haven't you?"

Ann shook her head and said, "No. I mean...I've thought about us having kids, but I never thought about it in that kind of detail."

"Well...you would have. I know we haven't talked about any of this, but we were going to at some point. Of course, I never dreamed we'd be driving, and you'd be naked at the time...but then again, it really doesn't surprise me either," I laughed.

Ann looked at her body, and grinned. "Yeah...this does seem kind of like us, doesn't it? So...what other things have you been thinking about?"

"You know, Ann...with you dressed like you are, this really isn't the time. That's really a conversation we can have later. Instead, I think we should talk about what you've successfully dodged all day."

Ann wrinkled her nose and said, "What are you talking about? I haven't dodged anything."

"Sure you have...you've teased me about it a couple of times, but you keep finding ways to avoid actually telling me."




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 55



"What about?" Ann asked, looking genuinely surprised by what I was saying.

"Maryam." 

~*~*~*~*~*~ 

Maryam.

Just the thought of her made me smile. I couldn't close my eyes and imagine what she looked like, because I was driving. But I really didn't have to. Even though I'd only seen Maryam that one time, I couldn't get her out of my mind. Not since Ann had told me that Maryam had pinched her nipple when she was getting her massage the night before, and alluded to more that might have happened.

Maryam.

The image of Maryam as she walked towards us while we were waiting for the check to arrive was indelibly imprinted on my brain. She was an exotic goddess if ever I saw one. She stood between 5'7" and 5'8", which put her near six feet even with her 4-inch white spiked heels. She was a striking figure, starting with her beautiful brown eyes. They were very similar to Ann's, and that alone attracted me to her.

But Maryam was also similar to Ann in that she had a really hot body. They had the same general build, although Ann was a little shorter. They both had toned, athletic legs, and killer asses. And from what I could tell, they shared the same bra size. That is, if Maryam had worn a bra. She hadn't, and I could tell underneath her bright white terrycloth shorts jumpsuit that her nipples were hard like Ann's always seemed to be. 

The one thing that seemed to be different was that Maryam had larger areolas; at least, that's what I thought I saw through the thin material of her outfit. And if she really did, I thought that fit her. I could see in my mind how they would frame her breasts perfectly, and I smiled to myself as I dreamed of what it would be like to see them in person. Or even better, how amazing it would be to suck on them, and play with them. 

Yet, Maryam's exotic appearance was what stuck with me more than anything. She had very long, black hair; the silky mane shimmering in the dim lights as she moved. Her smooth, olive skin gave her kind of a Middle Eastern aura, although I remember her accent as being anything but. My guess was she was from the states, but her parents, or their parents, weren't. Not that that mattered. I just found Maryam very hot, and very sexy.

And, I thought she was very out of place in Utah. So much so, that I actually said that aloud as I was having my short daydream about her while I drove.

Ann giggled and said, "You seem a little smitten by Maryam." 

"Smitten?" I said with a laugh.

"Well...she IS very attractive. I can see why you'd feel that way." 

"I'm not smitten...where the hell did THAT come from? And for that matter, who in the world even uses the word 'smitten' anymore?"

Ann giggled again and said, "Well, I just used it...and it might be because you were just talking about her to yourself. I mean, I AM sitting here naked...you'd think that would be enough to keep your mind on ME. It's a good thing I'm not the jealous type. So...based on that, what would you call it? I think you're smitten."

"I was talking to myself?" I said, feeling myself turning a little red.

Ann laughed again and said, "Relax...all you said was she didn't seem like she belonged in Utah...I presume because of how she looks."

"Well, yeah. I mean, of all the places to see a woman that looks that..."

"Beautiful?" Ann said.

"Yeah...no! I mean yes," I sighed. I was flustered, and said, "I don't mean 'yes', like there aren't any beautiful women in Utah. Of course there are. I mean 'yes', like Maryam is beautiful in a mysterious, sensuous way. The only word I can put on it is...exotic. She just doesn't look like someone I'd picture being from Utah."

"She's not," Ann said matter of factly. "She's from LA."

"Los Angeles?" I said, a little stunned that Ann knew. I shouldn't have been. They'd spent well over an hour together, and Ann had a way of getting to know someone in just a couple of minutes. 

"Well, Orange County. I doubt she's literally from Los Angeles. More likely she's from one of the suburbs...but she's certainly not from Utah."

"What in the world is she doing in Salt Lake City?"

"Massaging people," Ann giggled.

I gave her an exasperated groan and said, "I know that. But couldn't she have just done that in LA? Why move to Utah?"

"She'd just there for now. She's going back to California soon. She'd applying for Grad School in the summer. She said she wants to work for a city someday, in the planning department."

"She's a masseuse, but she wants to be a city planner?" I said with a laugh.

"She's only a masseuse to make money, Neil. It's a job. It's what she does...it's not who she is," Ann said, sort of admonishing me for laughing about Maryam's career path. And Ann's comment was something I'd said often, since it was a quote of my dad's. It made me wonder if I'd ever said it to her.

"I'm not making fun, Ann. It just seemed a little strange. How in the world did she become a masseuse to begin with?"

"She took a class. She told me that she got into it to make some extra money on the side, and she hooked up with the hotel chain after she graduated. She's worked at a couple of different locations, mostly in California. She's only been in Utah a couple of weeks, and they're sending her back near home at the end of the month so she can start applying to schools while she works."

"That still doesn't explain how she got into it. I mean, I assume she had some kind of training...but..."

"She thought it would be fun. She's 24, and she wanted to do something with no stress. She'd done a couple of other jobs after getting out of school. A couple of internships, and she worked at a lawyer's office for a while...which she found ridiculously stressful. So, she figured relieving other people's stress would keep her from having any. She said she likes people, and it allowed her to set her own schedule. She loved it until they moved away from home...well, that, and having to deal with the occasional pig that thinks it going to be more than a massage. She said working for the hotel chain made it easier...the clientele is a lot more understanding of what the service she provides really is."

"So...you're saying she doesn't get hit on."

"Ha...no...she still gets hit on, Neil. She's hot! Hot women get hit on all the time, no matter WHAT they do for a living...trust me on that," Ann said confidently, reminding me of just how a hot woman SHE was, which made me grin. "But her clients aren't walking into the room expecting to get sex from her. They just ask for her number instead."

"So...what happened with you then?" I asked.

"What do you mean?" Ann replied, an impish grin appearing on her not so innocent face.

"Stop stalling, Ann. I want to know every detail, starting from where you left off."

"Left off? I haven't started telling you anything yet."

"The last thing I remember, and I remember it VERY well, is the two of you holding hands as you walked away from the table. Why don't you just pick it up from there?"

Ann sighed, and said, "You know...that was one of the most amazing things I've ever done in my life. We walked from the restaurant...all the way to her room like that. And it felt so natural. I think it was her way of making me feel at ease. She knew I was nervous...and I don't know why, really. It was just supposed to be a massage."

"Supposed to be?" I questioned, raising my right eyebrow.

"Neil, I think you and I both know we wouldn't be talking about this at all if it was just a massage," Ann replied with cute little wink. And she was right. That's why Ann had teased me with it in the first place. 

"Go on," I smiled.

"Well, Maryam took me to the room they had set up for her. It's beautiful. Very open and bright when you walk in. It's just down from the pool, and the spa, and the workout area they have set up. But it's an actual suite that they've kind of converted into this massage therapy room, for the lack of a better way to put it. Anyway, there's a kitchen, and a bedroom off to the back. But she doesn't stay there...she didn't like the idea of people knocking on the door if she was staying there, so she made them give her another room to live in while she's there."

"Well, that makes sense."

"Yeah...but the place still had little touches that made me think she spent more time there than she let on. She kind of personalized it."

"Personalized it? What do you mean?"

"You know, the touch of a woman. Little knick-knacks, and things from her background. Things to make her feel more at home than she probably really feels in Utah."

"Well...that makes sense too. So, you're in the suite..."

"Ha...yes baby, we're in the suite. And she leads me into the room and tells me to make myself comfortable why she gets things ready. There's one of those standard issue massage tables right in the middle of what would be the living room area, and I'm looking at it as I'm sitting there on this big, overstuffed couch, trying like hell to get the butterflies out of my stomach."

"Butterflies? Were you really that nervous about it? It was just a massage."

"Yeah. It was. But there was something about Maryam that made me have butterflies."

"Did she scare you?"

Ann smiled as she looked at the floor, and let out a little giggle. Shaking her head, she said, "No...she didn't scare me."

"Well what was it then?"

She looked at me sheepishly. "I'm not sure how to...say it." I looked back and Ann, and she said, "She didn't scare, Neil. She turned me on."

My head practically snapped off my neck when I turned to look at Ann. She was smiling nervously, biting her lower lip as she looked for my reaction. And as my eyes caught hers, I couldn't help but smile softly.

"She did...did she?"

"Uh huh," Ann said as she slowly nodded her head. "Does that...bother you?"

"Nooooo...but it does intrigue me. What exactly are we talking about here?"

"I don't know really. It's not like I looked at her and thought anything sexual. But I'd be lying if I said I wasn't attracted to her. But I think looking back on it...it was more emotional than physical."

"So...she turned you on. But she turned you on emotionally? Is that what I'm hearing?"

"Neal...I really don't know. I've never been attracted to women before. This is all kind of new to me, so I'm still sorting it out."

"What's new to you?" I asked, mentally scratching my head as I tried to decipher what Ann was talking about and put it all together in my brain.

"The feeling I had. Like I said, Maryam kind of turned me on. I felt some kind of connection with her...it was weird."

"Weird?"

"Well...maybe not weird. It was different. Like I said, I'm still sorting it out. All I know is, we were walking to the room and she held my hand the whole way there...and somewhere during that walk, I felt her hand in mine, and something inside me made me start to feel different about her. It felt kind of...I don't know...I guess 'sexual' is the only word to describe it. I had that pit form in my stomach, and I got nervous...excitedly nervous, like something was about to happen."

"Happen? Like what?"

"I had no idea at the time. I just had that feeling inside. I was sitting on the couch waiting for Maryam, and I was trying to talk myself about how I was just excited about the massage. But the only other times I've ever felt the way I was feeling before was when I was with guys, so I was a little confused. Anyway...I was sitting there, and finally Maryam came out from the back, and she had pulled her hair back into a long ponytail. She looked amazing, but she stood in front of me with this odd look on her face."

"Odd...what do you mean odd?"

"Well, she was smiling, but it was like she was amused. She kind of tilted her head a little, and she got down on her knees in front of me and lifted my foot."

"What?"

"Well...she told me to get comfortable, but I'd failed to realize what that meant. I never noticed there was a bathrobe to my right over the arm of the couch. Maryam had wanted me to get undressed. So, she kind of took matters into her own hands."

"She...undressed you?"

Ann nodded...still biting at her lower lip. "Yeah. She took off my shoes, and then she had me stand up and she turned me around, standing behind me. She slowly took off my dress and hung it up on a hanger and put it in the closet. When she came back, I was still standing there with my back to her, frozen in place. She said something like 'Do I have to do everything for you, Ann?', and she turned me around. She got this huge smile on her face when she saw my strip of pubic hair, and she looked at me and told me she really liked it."

Checking the road signs as I drove along listening to Ann, I noticed we were nearing our exit. I made a note to keep checking more often so I didn't miss it, but my ears were perked now that Ann had told me that she was naked...and Maryam was the one that got her that way. In fact, other parts of my body were perked as well, and I caught Ann staring at the big bulge in my shorts. She grinned, but she didn't dwell on it. Instead, she continued her story.

"Maryam took my hand, and led me over to the table. But I froze there too. I just stared at it, and I got kind of nervous. She felt my...well, my uneasiness, and she asked me what was wrong. I told her that the table looked cold, and impersonal. I told her it made me feel...sterile."

"Sterile?" I asked.

"Well, not in the traditional sense. More like I was in a doctor's office...that kind of sterile. It made me feel uncomfortable."

"What did Maryam say?" "She laughed. But she also agreed with me. She said as much as she tries to make it comfortable for people, there are those few that see if for what it is; just a cold, white, fake leather massage table. And that makes them tense up a little more."

"So what does she do about that?" I asked.

Ann laughed and said, "Funny you should ask. I asked her the same thing, and she said I was the only one that ever actually said anything. But then again, she said she'd never asked any of her other clients what was wrong before. She already knew what was wrong from their body language...and she just methodically got them up on the table and went about doing her job."

"So...why did she ask you then?"

"She said she felt something different from me, and for the first time, she was concerned about just making a client get up on the table. In fact, she said she felt like I wasn't a client at all...and that's what made her ask what was wrong."

We passed another road sign along the side of the highway, and I knew we were getting closer to the exit we needed to take. Checking my mirrors, I made sure there wasn't anyone close behind me so I could concentrate on Ann. 

Nodding towards the clothes on the floor, I said, "You need to get dressed babe. We're going to be stopping soon.'

"Oh...are we almost where we're going?" she said as she reached down for her shorts.

"No...but where we're going is a little out of the way. We're going to need to stop for dinner soon, and I don't want to waste a lot of time waiting for you to get dressed."

Ann smiled, and put her feet through the openings of her shorts and then lifted her body, leaning her back against the seat as she arched it high. I smiled as I admired her feminine form as she struggled to get the tiny black shorts over her hips. 

Ann groaned as she yanked at them, saying, "Sooooo...the next I know, Maryam is leading me away from the table by my hand, and she's taking me toward the bedroom. And in what seemed like seconds, I was lying face down on these beautiful gold colored silken sheets, and she's kneeling beside me on the mattress."

"You're kidding!" 

"No...I'm not! She turned down the bed, and you know...just watching her do that made me relax. It didn't seem odd to me at all. In fact, it made the whole prospect of getting a massage seem more natural to me. So, I put my arms underneath a pillow, and I turned my head to the side...and I closed my eyes and let Maryam do her magic."

"And was it magic?"

"I would say that it was...yeah. I mean...I've had massages before, but never from someone that was trained to do it. They were always just basic, run of the mill massages from guys trying to get laid. But Maryam's fingers WERE magical. I never felt more relaxed than when she was working on my back, her hands working out kinks I didn't even know I had."

I looked over at Ann as she laced up the front of her shorts; her bare breasts bouncing around from the vibrations of the road, and her own movements. I was amazed at how relaxed and natural she looked at THAT moment. A hint of a smile appeared, knowing I was looking at her. 

As she reached down for the dress shirt and slipped it over her shoulders, Ann looked at me and said, "If you want, I can leave this unbuttoned until we get to wherever we're going for dinner so you can keep staring at my breasts."

I shook my head back and forth quickly and turned back toward the road, just noticing that I was about to totally miss my exit. Jerking the car to the right and hitting the brakes to slow down on the exit ramp, I laughed. "I think you better put them away before I drive us off the road."

Giggling, Ann said, "Do you think you'll be okay if I tell you the rest of the story...or should I wait until we stop to eat? I don't want you to get distracted."

"My God Ann...you've already dragged it out for what seems like forever. NOT telling me is becoming the distracting part!" "Okay, okay...I'm sorry. I just like seeing you get excited...that's all."

"So you've been dragging it out deliberately?"

"Well, not really. But it's a nice side effect. You know me though baby...I just have trouble getting things out sometimes. My thoughts kind of scatter when I talk about sex."

"Well concentrate, dammit! I want to know what happened."

"What happened was...Maryam massaged my ass, and I felt my body tingle in ways I didn't know was possible. But she was very businesslike. She moved her hands down my legs to my thighs, and even though they were parted a little bit, she focused on what she was being paid to do...and she was magnificent at it. She worked on my calves, and then she moved to my feet. Oh my God, Neil...that felt heavenly. I got wet just from her massaging my feet!"

"Ann...you were wet at dinner."

"Okay, that's true. But I was dripping by the time she did that. She either didn't know I was turned on, or she was used to that kind of reaction and she ignored it. She just kept working on me, moving back up my legs, doing my ass again, and then my back and shoulders. And I didn't want to say anything about how I was feeling, because I figured I was overreacting to the physical attention she was giving me, and the fact that she was so hot."

"Well, when did Maryam find out...or let on that she knew you were turned on?" 

"When she had me turn over," Ann said with a smile. Then she took a deep breath and said, "Everything was kind of normal for a massage, until she had me roll over onto my back. She had turned her head to get some more massage oil, and when she turned back to look at me, our eyes met. And that's when everything changed."

"Changed?"

"Uh huh. We both felt it. Well...I felt it. But I felt like Maryam felt it too. She started working on my upper body, putting the oil on my shoulders first, and then moving down to my tits...and as she massaged the oil onto my skin, our eyes stayed locked. There was a moment where she was cupping my tits as she worked them with her fingers, and her left hand slipped a little. The next thing I know, her fingers were resting on my right nipple, and she stares at me...and time seemed to stand still."

"And that's when she pinched it?"

"Uh huh. And that's when we started."

"Started...what?" I asked, fighting the urge to turn toward Ann.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 56



Everywhere we looked, whether it was close up or a faraway panoramic view, it was like something you'd find on a postcard. The scenery was so stunning; so spectacularly beautiful, that it took my breath away. And Ann was having the same reaction to it that I was.

"Slow down baby...I can't focus the camera as fast as you can. I'm messing up."

I laughed as I looked at her naked body, and I said, "We can take some pictures when we come back down tomorrow, babe. I'm more interested in getting you to where we're going so we can have some fun, and I really don't know how much farther it is."

Ann smiled and put the camera down for a moment to look at me. Her smile was warm and sexy, and it showed her love for me. And then, in an instant, it changed as she wrinkled her nose a little, and her eyes narrowed. That same smile turned into one that I had become intimately familiar with...and the electric jolt it caused ran through my body, landing directly in my crotch. Ann bit her lower lip of that naughty smile as she moved her eyes, scanning down my body. 

Ann's stare also landed directly on my lap, and she leaned over, her right hand touching my thigh. She moved it up, slowly...like she was being cautious. Every few seconds, she'd shift her gaze; her deep brown eyes trying to make contact with mine. It wasn't easy because I was driving, but when I did lock onto her eyes, they seemed to sparkle in time with my heartbeat, which was increasing with each passing moment. I'm sure that effect was really all in my head, but the way my pulse was racing, it seemed like her irises were flashing with an energy that made them reflect her desire.

"May I?" she said, asking permission. I smiled and nodded, letting her know that I approved.

Her fingertips found the tab on my zipper, and she lowered it in one slow, smooth motion. I felt another jolt as those same fingers reached inside and touched my growing shaft. Ann opened the front of my shorts wider, making more room. She lovingly removed not only my cock, but also my bulging balls, which were now alive and working to create yet another big load of cum that would undoubtedly find a happy place to land in the coming hours. 

With my prick now free from its confines, and held up even more majestically from the big heavy balls supporting it underneath, Ann leaned back onto her seat and admired her handiwork.

"Mmm...that looks so perfect," Ann said as she raised the camera and focused the lens on my shaft.

"What are you doing?" 

The shutter fired as Ann pushed the button on the camera, and then she refocused, moving her body to get a different angle.

"I'm practicing," she said with a giggle.

"Practicing what?" I asked, pulling out yet another obvious question from my seemingly endless supply of them.

Ann peered from around the camera after taking another photo, her eyes ablaze with lust. "Neil, you must have a couple hundred pictures of me by now between the two cameras. But I don't have that many of just you. And...since I can't seem to figure out how to focus this camera, I need to practice with it. I can't think of a better way to practice than this."

~*~*~*~*~*~

We were sitting in a booth in a brightly lit, family style restaurant in Loveland, Colorado. It wasn't a national chain. Instead, it was local place, filled with a quirky charm; the aroma of delicious, home cooked food thick in the air. That...and it was ridiculously inexpensive. 

Whenever I could, I tried to shy away from the big corporate type restaurants. I loved finding hidden, out of the way gems that put a premium on service and taste, instead of the items hanging on their walls. This one was perfect. It wasn't big, but it wasn't small either. I suppose a tired old fairytale cliché was in order, but that thought made me cringe. Still, in truth, it was just right. It was decorated rather poorly, with a color scheme that died somewhere in the mid 70's, but to me, that only added to the charm of the place. Ann felt it too as soon as we walked in, grabbing my arm and hugging it, her head resting on my shoulder as we waited to be seated.

With the place being so illuminated, Ann could have felt self conscious wearing just the white dress shirt, without a bra. Her tanned skin showed underneath, along with her hard nipples and dark areolas. Yet she didn't seem to care when we walked in. She did have most of the buttons fastened, leaving just the top couple undone. And, she'd left the tail out, to help hide the erotic shorts she was wearing. But she stood next to me, looking sexy and confident.

Before Ann got out of the car, I'd retrieved a pair of black high heels out of the back for her to wear instead of the canvas sneakers and low cut socks she'd worn briefly earlier in the day. When I handed them to her she said something about ruining the appearance she'd worked so hard to create in the morning, but I reminded her that I was in charge, and told her that heels always made hot outfits hotter. She just grinned as she slipped them on for me. Walking into the restaurant in them, at first glance with the shirt the way she was wearing it, it looked like she wasn't wearing shorts at all, and she said that made her feel wicked. And that explained how she was acting.

Ann was sitting across from me, eating seductively from a plate of spaghetti. I was enjoying the view she was providing, along with my ribeye steak smothered in sautéed mushrooms. Ann looked stunning as she ate. From the playful way she'd done her hair in the tight pigtails...to her angelic face and how she'd applied her makeup, to the clothes that were covering her hot, tight body; everything about her screamed sexy. She took another bite, using her tongue in a fashion that could only be described as teasing as she tried to keep me hard during our dinner.

But she didn't need her tongue to do that. Her foot was doing a fine job all by itself under the table. Ann had once again slipped off one of her heels, doing it herself this time, and her toes were resting against my balls, slowly moving every once in a while just to keep me excited. And yet, that was the extent of her teasing me, because of our...well, our agreement.

When Ann and I had stopped to eat, we were both on edge. That wonderful, sexual high that you get just before you're about to rip each other's clothes off, and devour each other in a few hours of carnal lust driven pleasure. After she put on her heels I took her hand, and Ann stood up into my arms, hugging me tightly.

"It's been such an amazing day so far, baby. I can't imagine what you have in store for me tonight, but I know it's going to be incredible," Ann said as she held me close.

I felt a quick shiver go down my spine, suddenly feeling a little nervous. I still didn't know if Tina had anything in store for us, and I wanted to be prepared in case she hadn't been able to come up with anything for the evening. But now I was worried that my still evolving backup plans for our evening wouldn't live up to what Ann was now expecting. 

But as I looked into her eyes, just before she kissed me, I felt a calm come over me. I knew in the moment of that kiss that Ann would be happy with anything. Anything at all...as long as it involved the two of us, and some kind of sexual activity. Well, that wasn't entirely true. I truly believed that Ann and I didn't have to have any kind of sex and she would have been just as happy. Just our being together, in what I had been told countless times by my friend Tommy Butler and his wife Angel was as the most perfect, romantic setting ever, would be enough for Ann. And knowing she felt that way meant it would be enough for me.

But sex WAS on our minds, and that was what had Ann concerned. As we broke off the kiss, Ann looked into my hazel eyes and said, "Neil, can we...take a little break while we eat?"

"Take a break? What do you mean, baby?"

"I want to kind of just enjoy some regular conversation while we're eating...kind of get to know each other a little more away from the bedroom, if that makes any sense."

"Sure...you don't want to talk about sex...or do anything sexual. I get it."

"That's kind of what I mean, Neil...but maybe a little harsher than I'd say it. I want to FEEL the sexiness we have together. But I don't want to talk about it, or dwell on it. I just want to be with you, and enjoy each other's company during dinner. I need to turn off that side of me for a while, okay?"

I leaned down, and kissed Ann on the forehead. Smiling at her, I said, "Sure, Ann. That's okay. Let's go get something to eat...I'm starving."

~*~*~*~*~*~

"So, tell me about what else you have in mind for our family?" Ann said as she nibbled at her beautiful garden salad.

"What do you mean?" I laughed, taking another bite from my own.

"Well, you said on our way here that our kids are going to wake up in our own house on Christmas morning, and when I asked you about it, you said you'd been thinking about a lot of things like that. So tell me, what else have you been thinking about?"

"Ha...well, not as much as you would think."

"Neil, seriously, what else?" Ann said; her deep brown eyes wide open, and her face full of wonder.

"Okay...well, one of the things I thought about was what life will be like when we go home after we have kids."

"Go home...to our house?"

"No...when we go back to Indiana to visit our parents."

"Oh...wow...you HAVE been thinking about the future, haven't you?"

"My mind wandered a lot when we are apart Ann, but it always seemed to wander around us in some way. And believe it or not, it wasn't ALWAYS about sex."

"I believe you baby. So, what is it about going back to Indiana to see our parents that had you thinking?"

"Nothing now. But I was thinking that because they live in the same town, things could get more complicated once we have kids."

"You mean, other than just us having to deal with kids?" Ann asked with a laugh.

"Yeah...we'll be dealing with Grandparents too. And that's a LOT more complicated that just dealing with parents. So, I was thinking that since my folks and your folks live so close, there's no reason to have to move from house to house like we would if they were, say, an hour or so apart. No matter who we stay with, the other set of Grandparents will still get to see our kids. So...I was thinking that no matter how long we stay, if it's one day, or ten...we alternate where we stay each time. You have to figure it will even out over time, right?"

"I suppose so, yeah. So we're going to start that once we have kids?" 

"Actually, I think we should start once we're married, and not tell them about it. We can stay with your Mom and Dad first, and then alternate after that. I think if we just tell them that's what we're doing, and then we keep doing it, once we have children there won't be any arguments about who gets to have the kids stay at their house."

"Oh my GOD, Neil...that's actually brilliant! I never thought about all of that before...but having kids will change everything when it comes to our parents, won't it?"

"Well, I hope not that much, but I think it's only natural that it's going to happen to some extent. I'm more concerned about how it's going to change US. I know we've talked about that, and I know we're both going to bust our asses to make sure it doesn't change us that much...but I still think about that too."

Ann rubbed her foot into my balls a little harder and said, "You have my word, baby. I'm going to do everything I can to make sure we stay the way we are now."

"Ha...I know you will Ann. And so will I...I promise."  

"Okay...your turn!" she said enthusiastically.

"My turn for what?" I asked, as took another bite of my salad.

"Your turn to ask ME a question."

"Oh...okay," I said as I finished chewing and swallowed. I stabbed my fork in my salad again. Lifting it up, I showed it to Ann and grinned. "When's the last time you had cucumber in your salad?"

"What?" Ann laughed.

I winked at her and said, "You heard me."

"At my parent's house," she snickered, thinking about the salad she made for me the night I met her Mom and Dad, complete with the cucumber she'd used to masturbate with at my urging. "That's also the last time I had one in my pussy...and you promised we wouldn't talk about sex during dinner, Neil."

"You can't tell me that it didn't cross your mind the first time you took a bite of the cucumber in that salad, Ann. I could see it in your eyes."

"Yes...I thought about it. But that doesn't mean I want to talk about it. My turn. Are there any OTHER things that you've thought about regarding us, and kids?"

"I don't want any Junior's."

"Huh?"

"If we have a boy, I don't want them having my name. No Junior's...I personally don't like the idea of someone having the same name as me. I think they should have their own identity."

"You feel that strongly about it?" she asked, looking a little perplexed.

"I don't have any issues with other people that have done it. It works for them, and that's cool. But for me...well...it doesn't work for me. I can't explain it."

"You don't have to. I respect you feelings, Neil." 

"Maybe I just don't want to be known as Senior," I laughed.

"I'm pretty sure we can come up with another name, baby. There are a lot of names we can choose from."

"Thanks babe. Speaking of names...now it's my turn again. Explain DeeDee to me."

"Explain it? Explain what? I don't understand your question."

"The night we played the board game with Chad and Dana, you called her DeeDee. But I never heard him call her that, or anyone else for that matter. Is that her nickname?"

"Well, it's my nickname for her...so yeah, I guess it is one."

"So, where did it come from?" 

"Her name, silly. Her given name is Dana Desiree...so it's DeeDee for short."

"Is that really the reason?" I pressed, thinking there was more to it than that.

Ann shrugged her shoulders, shot me a sexy smile, and said, "Well...that's PART of it. I also call her DeeDee because of her big tits. They're double D's...so, it kind of fit all the way around."

"Okay...what about her nickname for you?"

"Uh-uh! It's MY turn to ask a question."

"Oh...sorry. Ask away."

"Where are we going tonight? How did you come up with the idea to come to Colorado when it's obviously not on the way?" 

I could tell by the way Ann was looking at me, and the way she'd asked the question, that she didn't want the entire evening spelled out to her. But she did want to know something. And I'd done a pretty good job to that point of keeping everything a secret. While I had no intention of giving her any details that would spoil the night, I felt compelled to give her something. And as I thought about it, I could see me using it to my advantage in some ways.

"Well, where we're going is a place Tommy told me about. He's a friend of mine from work, and it's where he and his wife Angel went on their honeymoon. They wanted to go somewhere that was beautiful and romantic...but also secluded. They didn't want to be bothered, so they picked a place that wasn't a normal honeymoon destination. So, where we are going is pretty remote...and pretty high."

"High...what do you mean by high?"

"Tommy told me it was something like 7,500 feet above sea level. We're going up into the mountains, babe."

"What's the name of it?"

"Well...I'm not telling you that."

"Oh...not my turn?"

"That...and it's a surprise. I've told you all I'm going to tell you, other than...we're going to be very alone tonight babe. There may not be anyone around to hear you screaming," I said with an evil little laugh.

I could feel Ann's body tremble a little, her foot vibrating against my balls as what I said sank in. In truth, I could have meant just about anything...but the look in her eyes told me she was excited. But I didn't want her dwelling on that. I'd promised to keep the conversation clear of sexual topics, so I tried to change the focus.

"What does Annabelle mean? How did Dana come up with that?" I asked.

Ann snorted, a little smirk appearing on her face. "Oh God...do I really have to tell you that?" she laughed.

"Is it that bad?" I laughed.

"I guess that depends. I suppose it really isn't," she said smiling. "Okay...long story short, it's a combination of my name...and the name of a girl that Chad knew."

I knew from the way she was looking at me that there was more to the story than that...much more. Not letting her off that easy, I leaned forward, pulling my elbows on the table, and I said, "What in the world does that mean? You're going to have to give me a few more details than that, Annabelle."

"Oh...now YOU'RE going to start calling me that?"

"Maybe...depends on what you tell me. And please DON'T drag it out. I'd like to know now."

Ann laughed out loud, drawing attention to us. And for once, it had nothing to do with us doing anything sexual. It was just her adorable, infectious laugh that naturally made people want to look. She put her hand over her mouth for a moment, and then she composed herself.

"I really am sorry I'm so bad about that Neil. But I'm also glad you don't get mad about it. I don't mean to do it...it just kind of happens," she smiled.

"And yet...you're doing it now, just trying to apologize for doing it all the time."

Ann's eyes opened wide, the shock hitting her. "OH MY GOD...I AM," she said out loud, which brought about another round of giggles. "Okay...okay. So, I've known Dana for a long time. I knew her when she was married to her first husband, and I was there for her during the divorce."

"That doesn't surprise me," I said, knowing how Ann was always there for her friends.

"Yeah...so, she goes for like a year on her own, and then one day I get a call, and she tells me she's dating a guy, who turns out to be Chad. She says she's been seeing him for a couple of months, and he's great with the girls...and it's getting serious. And she tells me she wants me to meet him. So, I told her I'd meet them somewhere, and we ended up going to this restaurant. They're there, waiting on me when I show up after I got off of work, and as I walk up to the table and he gets up to shake my hand, he's got this really weird look on his face. It's almost a panic."

"Really? Why?"

"I'm getting to that. We sit down, and we have a pretty nice meal. But the whole time, I'm getting this strange vibe from Chad. He's not looking me in the eye, but he keeps stealing little glances. The whole thing was uncomfortable. I'm thinking he's some kind of jerk, frankly...and in my head, I'm trying to figure out how I'm going to tell Dana about it, because my impression is the guy is hiding something. And I know she wants my opinion of him. That's why she asked me to dinner in the first place." 

"She wanted your opinion?"

"Yeah. She felt he was the right guy, but she was scared because of what she'd been through. So...she wanted a second opinion from someone that she knew would be honest and objective. The funny thing was, I was actually thinking about just letting it go, and telling her that he was great. Because really, he was...I was just getting this odd feeling, but I kept telling myself I was overreacting. I WANTED him to be the guy for her."

"So what did you tell her?"

"Well, she called me the next day, and she said she had a great time, but she wasn't sure if Chad did. She said he was really quiet on the way home, and he seemed really nervous. So...I HAD to tell her what I thought. I told her I got this really strange feeling from him, like he was checking me out or something. I told her that I could be wrong, but it wasn't what I had expected him to act like, based on how she'd described him. But I also told her that she needed to go with her gut, and not rely on my first impression. She asked me what she should do, and I just said if she really loved him, she needed to talk to him about it."




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 56



"So...did she?"

"Ha...yeah. And at first, he denied that there was anything wrong. But she kept pressing him for like a week. She finally called me a week later, and told me what the problem was."

"And?"

Ann laughed and said, "Dana told me that Chad finally broke down and said, 'Do you know that your friend Ann is a stripper?', and she said she looked at him like he was nuts, and told him that I was a manager at a store at the mall." 

"He thought you were a stripper?" I laughed.

"Yeah, and he had to confess after he said that that he used to go to strip clubs before he met Dana. Of course, she didn't care...but she did make him take her to the one he was talking about."

"She DID?"

"Uh huh...and there's a stripper there that goes by the name of Belle, and I guess she looks a lot like me. She's a blond, but other than that, Dana says we really do look a lot alike."

"But if she's blond, why did he think you were her?"

"He assumed I wore a wig when I danced. It's seemed pretty strange to me too, but that's what he thought. He was sure when I sat down at the table, that my stage name was Belle, and that I recognized him from the club. So, he sat there at dinner that night petrified, thinking I was going to spill the beans to Dana and ruin their relationship. In a way, though, it was good, because he found out just how open minded Dana really is, and that he didn't have to hide that kind of thing from her. It made their relationship stronger because they both knew at that moment they could tell each other anything, and it would be okay."

"And she started calling you Annabelle?"

"Well, once she told me the story, I kind of laughed and said that yeah, I was leading a double life...and that I stripped in my off time. Like I had any. But anyway, I told her my name was Belle on stage, and that she should come to work with me, because she had a great body, and the guys would go nuts over her big tits. She asked me what her stage name would be, and I came up with DeeDee. From then on, whenever we've been talking or whatever, and the subject of sex comes up, she calls me Annabelle, and I call her DeeDee."

"Did you ever go to that strip club to see Belle?" I asked.

"I don't think it's your turn anymore, baby," Ann said with a smirk.

"Oh...okay. What else to you want to ask me?"

"Actually, I really don't have anything at the moment...at least, not one that you'll answer," she winked.

"So does that mean you're not going to answer mine?" 

"No...I will if you want me to. No, I never went to see her dance. I didn't want to. I told Chad and Dana that if we were ever at the same place at the same time, it would spoil his little fantasy."

"He fantasized about you being Belle?"

"I don't know if he really did or not, but I always teased him about it." I looked at Ann, sitting there eating her dinner, and I grinned. I could see her trying to get under Chad's skin, especially after she moved in with them. And then I had another thought, and she knew it, based on how she returned my gaze. "What else do you want to know, baby?"

"Have you ever been a dancer?" I asked, wondering if I'd ever asked her that before.

"What? You mean have I ever stripped?"

"Yeah."

"Why would you ask me that?" she laughed.

"Because of how you danced for me at the Pizza place...the night of your going away party. You seemed so..."

"Ha...no Neil, I've never been a stripper. But just because I haven't done something, doesn't mean that I don't know how."

"What?"

"You told me once that you're the kind of person that can watch someone do something, and then you can kind of mimic it. Remember? Like the horseback riding at Uncle Marty and Aunt Helen's?"

"Yeah...I remember that."

"Well...I'm kind of the same way. That's one of the reasons I was one of the best on the dance team in High School. I could get the routines down fast."

"I told you before Ann, you weren't one of the best. You WERE the best on the dance team."

"Thanks baby," Ann said with a smile. "Anyway, that's why. I can see the movements in my head. And I've seen enough strippers that I know what looks sexy, and what doesn't."

"You make it sound like you've been to a lot of strip clubs," I grinned.

"Not a lot...but I would have to guess more than most women. Maybe three or four times...enough that when I started doing it for you that night, I was able to kind of get in frame of mind in my head. Did you think it was convincing?"

"If I didn't, I wouldn't have asked you if you had ever stripped before. Have I asked you that before?"

"Yeah, you have...but I don't mind. I like hearing you tell me how much it excited you," she giggled. "Do you have any more questions?"

"No...everything I ask seems to border on something sex related, and I promised I wouldn't do that."

"It's okay, Neil. We haven't been so blatant about it...well, other than me playing with your crotch," she smiled. "Besides, we're always going to be around the topic anyway. I'm proud of how you've tried not to ask questions that you thought wouldn't be too sexual. But we are who we are, and it's on our minds because of what we've already done today...and because of tonight."

"Well, regardless...I don't think I have any other questions right now. I'm sure I will some other time...they seem to pop in my head a lot. Are you sure YOU don't have any more questions?"

"Yeah...I do. I told you I do. I just can't ask them," she said as she flashed her wide smile, and moved her toes, massaging my balls with them.

"Go ahead...ask. If I can answer, I will."

"You're not going to answer, Neil. You already told me that...countless times."

"Try me anyway," I said, winking at her.

"Neil, don't tease me. Please."

Reaching across the table, holding Ann's hand. "I'm not teasing, babe. Ask me."

Ann rolled her eyes, and said, "Fine. I want to know what you're going to do with me tonight."

I had a pretty good idea of what Ann wanted. She'd been alluding all day that she was in the mood to be submissive. And I thought I knew what that meant. And while I hadn't really been in that mood earlier, for some reason, sitting across from her like I was, I was suddenly was...feeling like that might actually be fun. I didn't know what form it would take, or just how involved I might let it get, but the idea of literally making Ann do as I wanted in some way had me on fire inside...and grinning outside. 

Squeezing her hand, I said, "Let me ask you one more question. What do you WANT me to do to with you tonight?"

Ann batted her eyes a couple of times, and said, "I don't want to say...because if you have something else planned, I don't want to disappoint you."

"But you do have something in your mind, right?"

"Well yeah...and you already know what it is. I've been dropping hints like I'm leaving a trail of breadcrumbs to follow. But like I said..."

"Ann...why don't you pretend that I don't know, and just tell me what it is you want."

"Why are you asking me this? I thought..."

"Because I want you to be happy," I said with a soft, loving smile.

"But Neil...you've gone to a lot of trouble, and..."

"Ann, I want this night to be special. Look, I can still do what I want, and change things up as we go. But, from what I understand, this place we're going to is pretty amazing. And this is probably the only time in our lives we're going to be there. And if that's the case, I want this night to be memorable for both of us. So tell me...what do you want me to do with you tonight?" 

"Are you sure you want me to tell you. Cause if I do, I may get my hopes up. I really don't want to do that...I'd rather take my chances on what you already have planned. And frankly, I know if the roles were reversed, I'd be pissed if you tried to change something I had planned for us."

"No you wouldn't," I said confidently.

"Sure I would."

I took Ann's other hand in mind, holding them from across the table. "I really don't think so, Ann. And the reason I can say that is because you love me. Just a minute ago, you said that Chad and Dana can tell each other anything, and they both know it will be okay. And I presume that a big chunk of that statement has to do with their sex lives...right?"

"Yeah...I suppose."

"So, are we any different? Are you saying that if I really had something in mind, you wouldn't adapt and try to make it work for the both of us?" 

Ann smiled, and she began to get a little misty. "No...you're right. I'd listen, and I'd want to make you happy."

"Right...because if one of us isn't happy, then it's really not worth doing, is it. So tell me, baby...what is it that you want me to do with you?"

~*~*~*~*~*~

It wasn't necessarily a steep road, but it was definitely an incline. We had been steadily climbing in altitude since we'd left Loveland, heading west on US-34, which followed a pass up the mountainside. Winding with the road was a rolling creek, which meandered along with us through the Roosevelt National Forest like a faithful companion. 

Sometimes the water was on our left, and other times it would be on our right, but it never seemed that far from the road. There were a couple of times the creek disappeared into the woods, but it would always return a short time later, offering a perfect contrast to the colors of the heavy forest just beyond it. It was like a real life tourist advertisement, announcing the majestic wonders of Colorado. 

Ann was attempting to take pictures as I drove, trying to capture the beautiful scenery as we passed by. But her unfamiliarity with the camera made taking pictures on the move frustrating for her. She couldn't adjust the lens fast enough and still compensate for the speed of the car. In truth, it would have been hard for me to do it. It wasn't something one would really practice. It was one thing to be still, and take a picture of a moving target. It was another entirely if those roles were reversed. 

That's when Ann decided to find something else to practice on. And that something was my cock. She'd taken it out of my shorts, and it was now hard and throbbing for her as she focused the lens for a close up. Actually, it was hard and throbbing well before she'd taken it out. I'd been hard at the restaurant through all of our dinner, thanks to the deft massaging of my balls by her right foot. And that erection only got harder once she'd told me what she wanted for our evening together. Add to that the fact that she was naked sitting next to me, and I was as hard as the Rocky Mountains we were driving in. 

Ann snapped another picture, and looked up. "How much longer...uh..." she said, before stopping herself. She had a quizzical look on her face, along with a very sexy smile.

"What, Annabelle?" I asked, wondering why she'd stopped her sentence. 

"Am I supposed to call you by a special name?" 

"Like what?" 

"I dunno...you tell me. It just seems like if we're really doing this, I shouldn't be calling you Neil. Maybe I should be calling you something a little more...respectful."

~*~*~*~*~*~

Ann took a deep breath. I could see the trepidation on her face as she struggled with whether she should actually tell me her desires. That she was taking her time, thinking about it, only confirmed to me just how much she wanted to do what she had in her lovely, dirty little mind. I waited, holding her hands in mine. The next move was hers. I'd asked Ann several times to tell me what she really wanted me to do with her when we got to our secret destination for the evening. I wasn't going to ask again. And I also wasn't going to change the subject. Where things went from where we were sitting would depend on if, and how, Ann answered the question.

Feeling her fingers tremble, I lifted Ann's left hand and kissed the back of it. Then I brought it a little higher, and moved my hand in hers. Taking her fingers one by one, I licked them, taking them deep into my mouth, sucking on them. She closed her eyes, and let out a little moan. When I abruptly stopped, her eyelids snapped open, her brown irises aglow with lust.

Finally, Ann tried to speak, her voice cracking as she licked her suddenly dry lips. I'd never seen her so nervous, and yet, she seemed so alive and on fire at the same time. I pushed her water over toward her, and she picked it up, taking a deep swig. If I hadn't known better, I would have thought she was gulping a beer, trying to get up some liquid courage to tell me what she wanted so desperately to say out loud.

Setting the glass down on the old, scarred oak table with a thud, Ann looked up into my eyes. "I want you to control me, Neil," she said quickly, the words slamming together with almost no pause in between them. 

"I'm already controlling this trip, Ann. You know that. Didn't you enjoy yesterday?"

"You know I did, Neil. But I want you to control ME," she said emphatically.

I smiled and said, "You're going to have to be more specific, Ann."

"Anna," she said, biting her lip.

My eyebrow arched, and I said, "Pardon me?"

"You know how you call me Anna, when you want to get my attention and make me do sexy things, like you did back at the gas station earlier today. OR...when we're in one of those moods where we both know we're going to fuck each other like animals, particularly when you fuck my ass. Well...when you call me Anna, I feel...you make me feel..."

"Submissive?" I said, helping her find the word I thought she was looking for. 

Ann nodded slowly, her eyes wide and unblinking. "Yes."

"So that's what you want me to do tonight...call you Anna?"

Ann smirked and said, "I don't just want you to call me Anna. I want you to make me BE Anna."

"There's a difference?" I laughed.

Ann smiled, but she didn't laugh with me. She was dead serious as she stared at me, her eyes sparkling in the bright lights of the restaurant.

"Yes, Neil...there's a difference. There's a big difference."

"So...what's the difference between Ann, and Anna?" I asked, actually interesting in hearing her distinguish between the two personas she was alleging existed.

"Ann loves you with all her heart. She's your wife to be, your best friend, your lover, and she's going to stand by your side, and do everything she can to make each and every day of our lives together fun and exciting. Anna...is your plaything. She's..."

"Annabelle," I said, interrupting her.

"What?"

"I think I know where you're going with this baby. And if I can say something..."

"No, please...go on," Ann smiled.

"You're looking at this as a name thing, and whatever name I'm calling you defines the role you're feeling, or we're playing. Am I right?"

"Uh huh...it's how I feel when you call me that."

"Well...right now, you feel two different ways, right. So, Ann, and Anna, work."

"Yeah...I'm still following. Go on."

"Tell me what you want for tonight. Tell me how it's different than how you feel when I call you Anna."

Ann thought about it for a moment, and said, "Wow...I guess there is a difference."

"Okay...but tell me, babe. Tell me what the difference is. Tell me what you WANT tonight."

Ann sighed again as she stared at the table. "This is so hard to talk about."

"Why? It's me. It's you and me. Just like Chad and Dana. This should be easy, because you're talking to me, and I love you."

Looking up from the dark wood, she offered a sly grin; her eyes narrowed a little as her confidence grew, and she licked her soft, full lips subconsciously, parting them in a rather seductive way. Ann's hand brushed against her forehead, and she looked me in the eyes, locking on to them...looking into them. It was like she was searching for reassurance, and she found it in my return gaze.

"You're right, Neil. I should be able to tell you anything...I'm sorry I felt uneasy."

"And?"

"And, the difference is that I want to feel helpless. I want to be your love slave tonight, Neil. I want you to dominated me...I guess."

"You guess? I don't want any guessing, Ann. I want you to know what you want."

"Well...I want to feel some pain, but not dangerous pain. You know...more like the kind of pain you give me when you pull my nipples really hard. I want to feel that kind of stinging...but nothing too dark, if you know what I mean." 

"Yes...I actually do. Anything else?"

"Well...I want to feel the pleasure that goes along with it, of course," she laughed. "But I like the idea of you making me do things...we've talked about that forever. But tonight, I really want to experience that helpless feeling. I..."

"Say no more, babe...I understand. And I can work with that. But this is totally different than what we've done so far. This isn't just calling you Anna to get your attention, or frankly, from fucking your ass and having our sex be a little on the rougher side."

"You're right," Ann nodded in agreement. "So what are you saying...there are three...me's?"

"Uh huh. And this one should be Annabelle."

"Why Annabelle?"

"Well, that name already has kind of a sexual attachment to it. Annabelle, the stripper," I laughed. "But, it's also because Anna is your given name. We're going to be standing at the alter, and the Reverend is going to call you Anna Renee. I don't want to think about what we do tonight when I hear him call you that."

"Well, that makes sense. But Anna is still going to have a different meaning too. We already established that, didn't we?"

"Yeah...but I can handle Anna for some things. I kind of relate using it to when you're just a naughty girl...like when you were little, and your Mom or Dad probably said Anna Renee, and you knew you were in trouble. So, when you're naughty, I can see calling you Anna. But this isn't naughty. This is way beyond that...don't you think? This is something else entirely."

"Yes...I'm more than just naughty today. I'm nasty...I'm dirty. I feel like a...a...can I say it?" Ann looked at me, wanting to say what was on the tip of her tongue. But she stopped herself because of me.

Ann knew my hatred of the word. But she also knew why I hated it. We'd been over it time and again. And yet, in my head...I knew I really needed to get past it. There was a difference between what my ex-wife was, and how that word defined her...and who Ann was, and how she was feeling. Something hit me when Ann asked if she could say it. I realized that it was just a word. And like with almost every other word in the English language, it had more than one meaning. I just refused to admit it until Ann asked if she could say it. I smiled, embracing her need to say how she felt...and then I nodded, letting her know to go ahead because I didn't care anymore.

Ann sat up straight and proud, and gleefully announced, "Oh my God! I feel like such a dirty slut today, baby!"

Of course, Ann hadn't bothered to look around before making that proclamation out loud, and our matronly waitress, Elaine, cleared her throat as she put the check down on our table. I was waiting for some kind of admonishment, but instead, she smiled and said, "Good for you, sweetie. All women need to feel like that every once in a while." Then she turned to me and said, "Here's your check, Neil. I can meet you at the cash register now if you want. You really should get going."

"Why...do you need the table?" I asked, looking around the restaurant.

"No...but based on what Ann just told you, I don't think it's a good idea to keep her waiting. Wouldn't you agree? I know every woman is different, but I can tell you from experience, those moods don't hit us every day," she laughed.

Like most of the people we encountered, Ann and I had struck up a little friendship as we ate, talking to Elaine off and on throughout our dinner. Ann had a way of telling our life story in such a quick, succinct manner, it was no wonder she made friends so easily. So it wasn't a surprise that Elaine was warm towards her. But it did amaze me that she was unfazed by what Ann had just said. 




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 56



Ann giggled as she put her shoe back on, and said, "Thanks, Elaine. I really don't get like this often, but when I do, I love how it makes me feel."

"Most women don't feel that way that very often, Ann. But you should embrace it when it happens. It can really be fun!" 

We followed Elaine to the front of the restaurant. I handed her back the check as a formality, and then leaned over to whisper into Ann's ear. She let out a little shudder, and nodded. Then she turned and walked into the restroom. 

"That will be $15.82, Neil," Elaine said as she hit the button on the cash register, making the drawer open.

I handed her two twenties, and said, "Keep the change, Elaine. Thanks for doing such a great job."

"You gave me one bill too many."

"No I didn't," I grinned. "Thanks for reaffirming to Ann, and to me, that there's nothing wrong with her being a slut from time to time."

"Well, you're welcome...and thank YOU," she said as she looked at the generous tip I'd given her. 

"Don't mention it," I smiled.

We made small talk for a little bit, while I turned to look toward the restrooms. As short time later, Ann was walking toward me with a sheepish look on her face, her hands behind her back.

"Are you ready?" I asked her, and she nodded.

Elaine looked at the expression on Ann's face and grinned. "Have a good time, Neil. You too Ann."

"Right now, it's Annabelle," Ann said with a naughty little grin. Then she reached out her trembling hand, holding her shorts in front of me. "My shorts, as you requested, Sir."

"Very good, Annabelle," I said as I took them from her.

"My goodness, sweetie...you're just wearing your underwear under that shirt now?" Elaine said with surprise.

I looked at Ann and arched my eyebrow. It kind of stunned me that she understood what I meant almost before I did it, and she said, "I don't wear any, Elaine. They just get in the way."

"You're kidding!" Elaine said with a smirk.

"No...she's not," I said.

Ann stood there, turning a little red as she waited for Elaine's reaction. But she didn't seem to have a problem with it. She simply said, "If you lived here, you'd be wearing underwear more often. I guarantee it."

I laughed and said, "That's funny. Annabelle was just telling me not more than a couple of hours ago that if she lived in Colorado, she'd consider being a nudist."

"Maybe during part of the year...but not during the winter," Elaine said with a shudder.

"What about fall?" I said with a wink.

Elaine put her hand over her mouth like she was thinking about it, and then said, "Well, it depends on where you're headed."

I put my finger over my lips, letting her know it was a secret. But I said, "We're going west, about 30 miles or so."

"Oh...well, if you're looking for a weather report, then tonight will probably be fine. A little chill in the air, for sure, but nothing a hardy girl can't handle," Elaine said as she looked over towards Ann and smiled.

"Uh...a hardy girl?" Ann said with an unsure stare.

"Yeah...you know, someone bold and daring."

"You sure it's not going to be...too..."

Elaine put her hand on Ann's arm and said, "Sweetie, if I was feeling like you are right now, and my husband told me to get naked and run around outside on a night like tonight, I'd do it in a heartbeat." Then Elaine took stock of herself for a second and said, "As a matter of fact, I'm not so sure I'm not in that kind of mood now, after all of this. I'm going to have to call Harvey and tell him!"

Ann and I laughed, and we said our goodbyes to our new friend as I held out my elbow. Ann took it, and we were outside in the parking lot moments later, walking to the car. I could feel Ann still trembling a little, her nails digging into my forearm slightly as she walked on my left.

"Are you okay, baby?" I asked.

"Yeah...just a little nervous, that's all."

"About what you just did in there?" 

"No. About what might happen tonight," she answered frankly.

"Are you sure this is what you want?"

Ann stopped in her tracks right next to her car door, practically yanking me to a standstill myself as she held onto my arm. I turned to look at her, her face basking in the early evening sunshine. The glow off of her hair was illuminating like a halo a she stood tall, her chest jutting out, pressing into the soft white shirt. She took a deep breath, and closed her eyes for a moment, letting the entire magnitude of what was happening sink in. 

Opening her eyes, Ann said, "Neil...I need to do this. I love you, more than anything else on this earth. And I need you to know that I trust you too. I trust you with my whole being. I've dreamed about letting myself go, and being free like this for a long time. More than I've probably let on...more than even I really realized until now. I want to give myself to you, in a way that lets you know just how much I do trust you...and love you."

"This is going to make you feel free?" I asked, thinking it was anything but that. To me, it seemed more confining. 

But Ann set me straight. "Don't think of this as just being about my body, baby. This is really more about the mind. I've spent the last ten years of my life having to worry about every single decision that I've made, both personally and professionally. And that includes things involving my sexuality. We've talked about that. And if you remember, I told you early on that one of the best things about getting married to you is that now I have someone amazing to share those burdens of life with, both good and bad. Someone to protect me. Someone with endless love...and broad shoulders. "

Ann put her hands on my shoulders, feeling them as she looked up at me with her sexy eyes. I put her shorts on top of the car, and my hands went to her hips. She took another deep breath, and continued her explanation, saying, "If I do this, I'm giving you total control of me. Control of my body, AND my mind. And while I'm sure it may seem like a total contradiction to you, the truth is that to me, instead of having the feeling of being binding or constraining, it's going to be exhilarating...because it's going to be liberating for me."

"So...you're sure about this?"

Ann nodded, and said, "Very. Let's go. Take me to wherever we're going, and do whatever you want with me, lover." Ann's hands were still on my shoulders, and mine moved to the bottom of the dress shirt. I started unbuttoning them from the bottom, towards the top. Looking up at me, her brow wrinkled. "What are you doing, Neil?"

"We aren't going start this when we get there, Annabelle. We started inside the restaurant, when you told Elaine your name for the day, and you handed me your shorts."

"Oh...fuck!"

"We might fuck...later. Depends on my mood. But for now, you're going to become what you said you'd consider becoming. Do you remember what that was?"

"A...nudist," she said, almost bashfully.

Unbuttoning the last button, near her breasts, I nodded and said, "Yes...that's right." My hands slipped inside the open top, cupping her tits. Feeling my way to her nipples with my fingers, I pinched both of them, twisting them as I did. Ann's knees buckled a little a she let out a low wail from inside her throat...and that made me laugh. It was actually an evil little chuckle. "Did my love slave enjoy that?"

"Yesssss," she said, practically hissing the word as it left her clenched teeth. "As much as I love you calling me your love slave."

My hands left Ann's tits, and moved to her shoulders, turning her body slowly to make her face the restaurant we just came out of. With her back to me, I leaned my body against hers, my cock pressing against her ass. She groaned as she felt my hips grind it against her to let her know I was already thick and hard. 

With my head hanging over her left right shoulder, I reached my hands around to her, taking the edges of the shirt in my hands and holding the material over her body to cover it. Whispering in Ann's ear, I said, "Do you remember the 'safe' word you came up with?"

She nodded and said, "It's 'Utah'."

"That's right. So, if we ever get to a point where you DON"T want me to do something...or if whatever I AM doing is too much for you, say that word, and I'll stop immediately. Okay?"

"Okay," Ann said with a little shudder.

"Good. So, if you're ready, you're about to become a nudist. You won't be wearing clothes for the rest of the day. In fact, you won't be wearing anything until we come back down the mountain tomorrow morning and come back into this town. Understand?"

Ann nodded again and said, "Yes."

"Alright," I said as I started to move open the front of the shirt she was wearing. "Here's your chance. Anything you want to say before I do this?"

Ann turned her head slightly, and shook it. "No...we're not in Utah. We're in Colorado. I'm ready to be your love slave. Do want you want to me, and I'll try my best to do whatever you ask me to do."

"Okay. Three...two...one...", and then I opened the front of the shirt and pulled it back briskly, pulling it down her arms. "Stand there, just like that Annabelle, until I get in and start the car. Then you can get it and we'll get going." 

Turning, I grabbed the rest of her clothes off the top of the car and walked around, leaving Ann staring at the building. My first instinct was to grab the camera and take a picture. Yet as I reached behind the seat, I remembered what Ann had said back at the gas station in Wyoming...her comment about being in the moment. And as much as I would have loved to take some pictures of her, I realized if I was going to give Ann the night she wanted, and deserved, it was going to take my full attention. 

So, I left the camera alone, and got in, starting up the engine. Ann lingered in place for a moment, and I wondered if she forgot what I'd told her. But she eventually turned and opened the door, sliding gracefully into her seat and buckling up. As I backed out, she took a deep breath and closed her eyes tightly, her chest shaking as she exhaled. She was visibly shaken...at least, that was my take. I reach over and placed my right hand on her thigh, and she placed her hand over it. She smiled a little, but kept her eyes closed.

Driving down the road a little way, I finally broke the the unnerving silence, and asked, "Are you okay, Annabelle?"

She squeezed my hand and said, "Yes."

"You don't seem okay...at first I didn't think you were going to get in the car, and you've been quiet ever since."

"I'm fine...really. Just a little overwhelmed by what you made me do. They were all looking at me."

"Who was looking at you?" I asked.

"The people in the restaurant. I don't know if Elaine said something or not, but I could feel them...staring. I even saw some of them, looking out the windows."

"And how did that make you feel?" I asked.

And let out a little chuckle behind her closed mouth grin, and said, "Like the dirty slut I am right now."

"So...why are you still riding with your eyes closed?" 

"It calms me."

"Calms you?"

"Uh huh...I feel more at ease. Look, I want to do this, baby. And if you tell me I have to open my eyes right now, I obviously will. But I know if I look, I'll be self conscious, and I'll probably turn red again. And I want to ride though this town and have people see me be calm. I want them to see me doing this, and loving it."

Ann's logic made sense, and yet a part of me wanted her to be uneasy. But in truth, I knew I would be doing that to her for the better part of the rest of the evening anyway. So, I let her ride, calmly, through the rest of Loveland just like she was, waiting until we'd started driving up the winding, picturesque two-lane highway toward our next destination.

~*~*~*~*~*~

The road we were traveling on was fun to drive...at least, it was during the time of the year we were driving on it. I shuddered at the thought of what it would be like to do it during the dead of winter. And I'm sure there were times it wasn't a picnic in September either. I could easily imagine a heavy snowfall hitting in the early fall in Colorado. Yet under the picture perfect skies we had, I was having a blast making Ann's little car hug the lines of the pavement as it curved back and forth up the steady incline up the mountain.

While we were basically heading back to the west, I don't think we were ever headed straight in that direction. We always seemed to be moving a little to the northwest, and then curving back to the southwest. And yet, that's what made the drive fun. Well, that and the fact that Ann was sitting naked next to me...and that she was taking pictures of my engorged penis as it poked out of the open zipper of my shorts.

As I made another bend back to the north, I thought about what Ann had asked me moments before. I knew what she was getting at...she didn't want to call me Neil while we were role playing. She was going to be 'Annabelle' for the rest of the night, and she felt like I needed my own alter ego. 

"You know, you called me 'SIR' back at the restaurant. You must have done that for a reason."

"I did?" Ann said, taking her eyes off the viewfinder for a second to look over at me.

"Yeah...you did. You handed me you're shorts, and you said something about doing what I requested...and then you called me Sir. Is that what you want to do?" I asked.

"Yes Neil," Ann replied with a little giggle. Reaching over quickly, I grabbed Ann's left nipple and yanked on it quickly. She raised her shoulders as she winced. "Ooowwww! What was that for?" 

"You just called me Neil instead of Sir."

She smiled. Then she giggled, "Sorry Sir!"

Whatever that did, it put Ann in a new frame of mind. She put the camera away, and sat back in her seat...her head high, and her chest jutting out. She had her legs closed, practically clamped shut, and her hands were folded neatly on her lamp. She looked like a debutant sitting on a couch, acting prim and proper...with the notable exception being her lack of attire.

"Put my cock away, Annabelle," I said as we passed a sign for Estes Park.

"Yes Sir," she said politely, and she turned to dutifully do her task. "Is this where we're going?" 

"Yes. This is the town."

"Are we going to a hotel?"

"No, babe. It's a lot more private than that...sort of a resort."

~*~*~*~*~*~

It actually wasn't 'sort of' a resort. It was one...but not in the big sprawling, mega-complex monstrosity that comes to mind so often when you hear the word. It wasn't Disneyworld, or Palm Springs. This one was small, intimate...and rustic. It consisted of just a couple dozen or so log cabins surrounding a building that could only be described as the lodge. 

We pulled up, and I told Ann to hang tight as I went inside to check in. On the one hand, she seemed relieved that I wasn't making her get out of the car. On the other, I could feel both the excitement and the trepidation in her voice when she answered me.

I walked up the five creaky wooden steps to the large front porch of the lodge, and opened the door to step in. It was exactly what you would expect, right down to the large moose head hanging on the wall over the rock fireplace. I smiled, thinking of how Ann's Dad Marlin would have felt right at home. It was rustic frontier country, with a hint of modern living thrown in. There was no one at the desk when I stepped up to the forest green countertop, so I hit the little bell and waited as I looked around the spacious room.

I was leaning against the counter, my back to it, looking out a large picture window towards a majestic mountain peak, when I heard a voice from behind me. And it startled me. Well, not the voice, but what she said.

"Hi Neil. How was your trip to Estes Park?" 

I turned to see a woman I'd never met before. A beautiful woman, in her early 30's, with reddish brown hair pulled back into a ponytail, and deep blue eyes that sparkled in the fading light coming through the big window. Normally, I would have been checking out the mountain range that was her chest, her huge bare cleavage leaving nothing to the imagination in her tight red blouse. The few buttons that were fastened were stressed as they struggled to hold it closed, and keep her big 36 inch tits confined inside. But I was looking at her eyes...stunned by her saying my name.

"Uh...hi," I said, showing that I was caught off guard.

Sticking out her hand, she laughed. "I'm Julie. Welcome to our little mountain paradise. Have any trouble finding us?"

"Uh...no. I had good directions, thanks," I said, shaking her delicate hand.

"I can imagine. Tina is a little stickler for details, isn't she" she said, sliding a large manila envelope across the countertop. "That's for you...I've been adding to it for the last couple of days. Sounds like you and Ann are having quite the cross country adventure. I have to tell you, I'm a little envious of her, and I've never even met her! Where is she?"

I grinned, thinking of where Ann was, and how she was dressed.

"She's in the car," I chuckled, unable to control myself.

"Oh...can I meet her. I feel like I've been asked to play a part in your great story, and yet I don't know all the characters." It was an interesting way to phrase it. I'd never thought of Ann and me as being a story. But anyone's life, no matter where it begins or how it ends, is an amazing journey...filled with rich, layered chapters. And those chapters tell a story. I had a story up to the point I'd met Ann. And Ann had her own story. But now, we were starting a new chapter, and that reference finally made sense to me. We were now sharing our life. Our story...and it WAS great. It was better than great; to me, it was perfect.

Julie's comment also made me laugh. "You don't know all the characters? You apparently know ME. You know my name. And how did you know it was me? I could have been anybody standing here."

"Not likely. It had to be you, really."

"What's that mean?"

"I've known you two were coming since Tina called to make the reservation early on Tuesday, and I've probably talked to her a dozen times since then, changing things, and adding to this packet she wanted me to make for you."

"That still doesn't explain how you knew it was me."

"This isn't that big of a place, Neil. We have 21 cabins. And most people either stay for a week, or they do two and three day weekends. It's not like we're a hotel on the side of the interstate. If people are coming here, they're coming for a reason besides sleep on the way to their next destination."

"Okay...but..."

"AND...you're the only one checking in today. I don't have any other Thursday guests. So, when I saw you weren't one of the guests that we already have staying here, and I saw what time it was, I knew it had to be you. That...and Tina did an amazing job describing you."

"Oh...wow, I really don't know what to say to that."

"Don't. Like I said, this is for you. Tina wanted me to give it to you, and make sure you read the top sheet right away. She's a little worried."

"Worried...why?"

"If I tell you, you'll know I've been reading what she sent you," Julie laughed. "I wouldn't want you to think I was invading your privacy."

"If you know anything about Tina by now...and what Ann and I are doing, you should know that there is no privacy. Not if Tina's doing what I asked her to do," I said as I opened the envelope and pulled out the top sheet to read it.

Julie frowned, and said, "That's just it. There's not much here in the way of things to...plan. What you see it what you get, and I think Tina was a little frustrated by that."

I was holding a fax, sent by Tina from the company fax machine at my plant. Which meant that Tina wrote it, and then she took it to Nancy to send to Julie at the resort. I quickly leafed through the other things in the packet, and there were a lot of faxes, along with a few other things. For Tina to be frustrated, considering all the things that were there for me, said a lot. She had obviously been working her ass off to make the trip special for us.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 57



"She wants to MEET me?" Ann said quietly, frozen in her seat.

I was standing beside the car, having opened the door to help Ann out. And I'd just let her know that Julie, the Manager of the mountain Resort we were checking into for the night, was excited about meeting her. But Ann was astounded by what I'd told her, and she stared at the floor in disbelief.

"Why does she want to MEET me?" she said, more to herself than to me.

"Because...she says she's a little envious. I guess Tina has been telling her about you."

"But...I've never even met TINA!" Ann said, turning to look at me.

"No...but you KNOW her. She's like your step sister...remember?" 

"More like a partner in crime," Ann said under her breath, making me laugh.

Holding out my hand for her, I said, "Come on, Annabelle. We're keeping Julie waiting."

"Oh my God," Ann whispered, turning in her seat slowly. She took my hand, and I felt her fingers trembling as she stood up on her stylish black heels. She was exposed now, naked except for those heels. I had her playing the part of the nudist she had alluded to wanting to be earlier in the day. And she was also playing the part of my love slave, which she had been to wanting to be for...well, who knows how long. But I was at least sure that it wasn't just a recent fantasy...it was one she harbored for a while.

But now that she was doing it, she was feeling the effects. She was getting that gut wrenching thrill she had seemed to crave. I only hoped what she was feeling was worth it, and that I could make the rest of the night live up to the way it was starting. And I was hoping Ann meeting Julie might help to that end. Ann held my hand, gripping it tightly as we walked up the steps of the lodge. Opening the door for her, I held it, and motioned for her to go in first.

"Yes Sir," she said quietly, her head dropped a little.

I lifted Ann's chin, making her eyes gaze straight ahead. "Hey, babe...let's have fun with this. This is what you wanted."

Ann took a deep breath and shook her head quickly, smiling as she walked through the door. It was a bit of a bold move on my part...but I figured if I was going to go down the wrong road, at least I would go down it with my wheels spinning, and my foot firmly on the gas. Julie was there behind the counter, and as Ann and I walked toward her, she was busy picking up her lower jaw off of it and putting it back into place. Once she had, she grinned.

"Julie, this is Annabelle...at least, she is until sometime tomorrow morning. You probably know her better as Ann."

Julie stuck out her hand, just like she had to me, and said, "Wow, Annabelle...you DO know how to make an entrance. You're amazing!"

"Thanks," Ann said. Her face was a little red, giving away to some embarrassment. But more telling was how hard the nipples on her upturned breasts were. I could almost see them pulsing from where I stood beside her. Ann shook Julie's hand, and that moment helped her. The nervous smile that was on her face was replaced by a more confident one.

"I've heard a lot about you from Tina. But I have to admit, I wasn't prepared for this. Maybe I should have been."

Nudging Ann, I said, "Tell Julie what we're going to do here tonight, Annabelle."

She locked onto Julie's blue eyes and said, "I'm going to be...a love slave tonight."

"A...love...slave?" Julie said slowly, letting the idea sink in.

"Yes. And a part of that is that I'm being made to be a nudist right now."

Julie smirked. "You're a...nudist?" 

"Uh huh. I made a comment earlier today about how I thought I could easily be a nudist in Colorado because of how free and open it makes me feel," Ann said. Nodding toward me, she said, "He's calling me on that...so now, as you can see, I'm a nudist."

I saw Julie's initial reaction, and I tried to temper her concerns. "I'm not going to have her roaming around the resort, Julie. But do you have a cabin available that's..."

"A little more private than the others?" she laughed.

"Yeah...do you?"

"Actually, I think Tina might have already taken care of that. I told you she called earlier because she was upset about not being able to do what you wanted. She tried to set up what you asked her to...but, well, we talked about that. So then, she tried to come up with an alternative idea, but..." Julie's thought trailed off, and then said, "Anyway, she thought that maybe it might be a good idea to change cabins. She had one in mind before today...I won't go into that since things didn't pan out...but anyway, she had me switch you to a different one today."

"Something didn't pan out?" I asked. 

Julie looked at Ann and smiled, and said, "Yeah...but I'd really rather not talk about that right now. I've moved you to another cabin, which is not only remote...I think it will be EXACTLY what you want for the night. It's small and cozy, and it has a lot of character that I think a love slave would really like."

"Really?" Ann said, more excitedly than I think either Julie or I expected.

"Well, I don't know for sure," Julie chuckled. "I've never been a 'love slave'. But if I were to BE one, then that's the cabin I'D want to be in." Julie handed me a resort map, circling the cabin with a marker, and then she handed me the keys to the cabin. I signed some paperwork, and thanked her for understanding. 

"We aren't a nudist resort, Neil...so keep her close to the cabin if you're going to do that. You're away from the other ones, so it won't be a problem if you stay close. If you want, I can make arrangements for you to use the hot tub in private tonight. It's in the back of the lodge here. You can drive up, and I'll take you in the back way. Like I said, I really don't want Ann...I mean Annabelle, walking around the Resort like she is now...but I don't have a problem helping you both live out your little fantasy where I can."

Picking up the packet, I took Ann's hand again and I was leading her towards the door when I had a thought pop into my head. I turned around and looked back at Julie. "How long ago was it when you last talked to Tina?" 

"I don't know. About an hour or so...why?"

"Could you do me a favor, Julie? I don't want to take any time away from Annabelle tonight...so could you call Tina for me, and tell her she shouldn't be upset, or worry. Tell her what we're doing, and let her know she made it all possible. Can you do that for me?"

Julie lit up. "I'd be happy to, Neil."

We took another couple of steps, and I stopped again. "Julie?"

"Yes?"

"You wouldn't happen to have any...rope, would you?"

~*~*~*~*~*~

As I drove the car through the woods, taking one of the dozen or so paved single lane roads that led away from the lodge, I glanced over at Ann. She was breathing heavy, her eyes fixed ahead. I could tell she was excited, both by what I'd just made her do, and what lie ahead for the evening. On her lap was a brand new, unopened package of white clothesline rope...a hundred feet of it. 

Julie had laughed when I asked her if she had any. She said she kept a few packages on hand for guests for camping needs, and for tying things to the top of vehicles. And now, apparently, there as a new purpose that she'd never given thought to.

The rope was a blend, with a nylon core, surrounded by a soft cotton shell on the outside. As I felt it the exposed ends of the package when Julie handed it to me in the lodge, I knew it would be perfect. It was soft, but I'd still be able to singe the ends to keep the rope from fraying or unraveling. Ann's eyes had gotten wide when I handed it to her to carry to the car as we left the lodge for our cabin, and that made me smirk.

Winding slowly through the woods, I thought back to the conversation Ann and I had just had with Julie. And I wondered aloud about something she had alluded to. "What do you think Julie was hiding?"

"What do you mean?" Ann said quietly.

"Remember...she said Tina was trying to make plans, but they didn't pan out. And Julie said she didn't want to talk about them. What do you think that was all about?"

"Me."

"You? What do you mean 'you'?"

"Tina couldn't do whatever you told her to do. So she tried to improvise because she didn't want to let you down. I know, because I had to do that a couple of times with YOUR adventure."

"Okay...but what does that have to do with you?"

"Tina's back up plan was Julie. She tried to get Julie to join us...or to be with me. It could be either one, really."

"What? Are you serious? How do you know that?"

"I don't KNOW it. But I could feel it."

"How could you FEEL it?"

"By the way Julie was looking at me. I've seen that look before."

"When?"

"Last night, with Maryam. Julie was looking at me, trying to decide if she should change her mind."

"About what? Being with you...or us?"

"Uh huh."

"Really?"

"Yes. But she's not going to."

"And you can tell that..."

"The same way I could tell Maryam was going to," Ann said as she finally looked at me. "I could see it in her eyes."

"So...she doesn't want to. I can understand that."

"I didn't say that she didn't want to. I said she's not going to."

"So...she wants to?"

"I'm pretty sure she did...yes."

"Then why..."

"Because...tonight's not about her. It's about this," Ann said, holding up the rope. "And she doesn't want to get in the way."

"How do you know that?"

"Because that's what I told her...with MY eyes," Ann smiled.

I was stunned that Ann was able to read Julie, and communicate that well with her without talking. But she was right. The night wasn't about Julie. I really had no desire to be with her, no matter how hot she was. The truth was...I was already with the hottest babe in the world as far as I was concerned, and I was going to try and give her the night she'd been dreaming about. That alone was going to be a challenge. Julie was a backup plan, devised by a seed planted by Tina. And while I appreciated Tina's effort to try and salvage what she thought was going to be a lost night on our trip, it looked like I had already rescued that on my own. At least, that's how I read Ann's reaction as she saw the cabin come into view. 

It appeared as we rounded a curve, a small wood sided cabin set in a bit of a clearing. Unlike a lot of the other ones we'd passed on the way, ours really was secluded. We wouldn't be in view of any of the other cabins on the road we'd taken. It had a little front porch on it with a couple of deck chairs, and we could see the chimney of a stone fireplace on the right side. And when Julie had said it was cozy, she meant it. I couldn't imagine the structure being more than five hundred square feet inside.

I parked the car in front, and set the parking brake. Getting out, I stretched my body, fatigued from the day. But I knew I had a long night ahead. Just that little stretching exercise, along with the crisp, thin, pure mountain air, reinvigorated me in seconds. It was funny...I hadn't noticed the effects of the altitude until I'd lifted my hands over my head and arched my back. But I could feel my breathing was different. I was breathing a little faster, and deeper, my body trying to acclimate to the new environment. And that made me suddenly aware that as much as I wanted to put Ann through her paces, so to speak, I needed to factor that into my thinking.

Opening Ann's car door, I could see she was breathing faster too. But most of hers was caused by her being so turned on. She looked up at me, wide eyed, but she sat still, waiting for me to tell her what to do. I looked around at the grounds surrounding the cabin, and then I looked back at Ann. 

"Take off your shoes, Annabelle. I don't want you ruining your heels."

"Yes Sir," she said as she bent down to take them off. As she did, I looked back at the cabin...and I had a feeling come over me. The same one I'd felt in the lodge. Something just wasn't right to me.

"Annabelle, I want to ask you something, and I want an honest answer." She looked up, and I said, "Do you really like calling me 'Sir'?"

She thought about it for a half a second, and said "No...not really. It doesn't feel right to me...not since I've been doing it."

"It doesn't feel right to me either."

"So what do you want me to call you...Master?"

I laughed and said, "No. Look, we're going to do this tonight...and I'm still going to call you Annabelle. But while we're doing it, I want you to know the entire time that I love you. I want you to still feel my love...and the connection that we have."

"So..."

"Just call me whatever you want to call me, babe...whatever feels natural at the time. I don't want you to force anything, or over think any of this...okay?"

Ann winked at me as she undid the strap on her left ankle. "I love you Neil. You always seem to know what I'm feeling."

I found that statement really interesting, since I hadn't been focused on what Ann was feeling at all. I was reacting to what was going on inside my own gut. It didn't feel natural when Ann called me 'Sir', and it needed to. I needed to feel comfortable. And so did Ann. The fact that she was feeling the same way that I was spoke volumes to me. 

I went around to the back of the car and opened the hatch, digging into the emergency kit I'd put together. I grabbed my Swiss Army knife, and a lighter, putting them in my pocket. Ann got out of the car, and stretched her own sexy body as she waited for me to tell her what to do.

"Okay babe. Time to get started. First, I want you to get out an outfit for tomorrow. I want you to fold it, and put it on the passenger seat of the car. Then, I want you get my overnight bag, and your makeup bag, and bring them in the cabin. I'm going inside to check things out."

"Okay," Ann said as she came to the back of the car. When she bent over to reach inside, I playfully slapped her ass. The distinct sound of my hand hitting her bare skin resounded throughout our little oasis in the wilderness, and she let out a yelp. I let out a little laugh, and walked off.

Walking inside, the cabin was even better than what I expected. Dark paneling covered the walls of the living quarters. The hearth and fireplace were the same slate stone we'd seen outside on the chimney, and the mantle was a large wooden timber that matched the beams overhead. There was a large tan and maroon oval braided rug covering the wooden floor. It was between the solid, light gray overstuffed couch in the center of the room, and the fireplace. Off in the corner, there was a small television, which I knew wouldn't be seeing any use during the night.

To the left, there was a very small kitchenette tucked in the back corner, like something you'd see in a studio apartment. In the front corner to the left, was the small bedroom, with a queen sized bed that had somehow been wedged inside. The bed was up against the wall, leaving just a little three foot wide area to walk down the left side, and less than that at the foot. It made for tighter quarters in there, but that only made it seem more exciting to me.

Between the kitchen area and the bedroom, was a small doorway that led to the bathroom. It was a like a closet, with a stand up shower, a little sink, and a toilet. It was certainly not one of the spacious, luxurious bathrooms that Ann and I had gotten used to over the last few days. Yet in its own way, it was exactly the way it was supposed to be. 

From a furnishing standpoint, the rest of cabin was a little sparse, and that was good. Since the place was so small, it would have felt claustrophobic with too much furniture. As it was, it actually felt rather spacious.

I was exploring the cupboards in the kitchen when Ann entered the front door and let out a little squeal of delight. "Neil...it's PERFECT!" she said as she put the bags she was carrying on the floor next to the door to the bedroom. She walked over to me and gave me a huge hug. "I love it! I can't believe you thought to bring me here."

I kissed her deeply, my hands finding their way to her ass. Gripping it, I pulled her cheeks apart as my fingers dug into her skin. Ann moaned into my mouth, and I re-gripped, grabbing her flesh even tighter.

"Are you still sure?" I asked as I pawed at her backside.

"Now more than ever," Ann said in a giddy, high pitched voice.

"Good. Go back outside and get your box of sex toys you got at the party, and don't forget to put the rope inside."

Ann giggled with excitement as she went back outside, while I searched some more in the kitchen, seeing if there was anything left behind by other people for us to use. When Ann came back in, I had her put the box on the small breakfast table that was to side of the kitchenette. 

"What are you doing?" Ann asked as she saw me peering into a cabinet above the sink. 

"Don't worry about what I'm doing, Annabelle. You need to get your cute little ass into the bathroom. You have exactly 30 minutes to get yourself ready for the night. Not a second more." Ann scrambled over to her makeup bag, and in what seemed like seconds, she was in the shower, humming a happy song over the sound of the water. She hadn't bothered to shut the door, and I actually found that a little endearing, for whatever reason.

While Ann was busy getting herself ready, cleaning up so that I could make her feel dirty later, I started getting things ready myself. I'd found a large box of tea candles in the cupboard, and I decided that since we were in a wilderness setting, we'd go without using electricity and not use the lights. And in that theme, I decided that we'd be using the fireplace as well. 

I checked outside to see if there was any wood, since there was none inside. Finding some neatly stacked against the back wall of the cabin, I went back inside, deciding to wait for a while to start it. Instead, I went about digging through the box of sexual goodies, pulling out a few items and placing them in strategic places where I knew I'd want them for later, including a few in the pockets of my shorts. Then, I got out the rope and cut several pieces in different lengths. I put a few in the bedroom for later, and I was busy cutting a few more when Ann came out of the bathroom.

She'd taken her hair out of the pigtails she'd worn it in all day, and she walked slowly over to the middle of the living area and stood there, doing a little spin to show me her body.

"I'm ready, Neil."

"So am I, Annabelle," I said as I held the rope in front of me for her to see. "So...am...I!"

~*~*~*~*~*~

Ann was struggling as she carried in another split log for me. I'd made her go outside, and get me some wood to make the fire, and I was sitting on the couch as I watched her bring them in, and place them next to the fireplace with the others she'd brought in a little while before. She'd shut the door, and now she was carrying the log. 

Placing it next to the others she'd brought in, she asked, "Is that enough?" 

"Three more. I want to keep fire going all night."

"When are you going to start it?" Ann asked, trying to catch her breath.

"Don't worry about that, Annabelle...just get the logs. Every minute you take doing this is delaying when I'll let you cum." 

"Oh God," Ann said as she started to head back toward the door.

"Wait...what do you have to do first?" I smiled

"Oh...sorry," she said as she came over and carefully got on her knees on the rug in front of me. 

I took Ann's head, my fingers slipping into the thick, curly locks of her hair. Ann opened her mouth, sticking out her tongue to cover her lower teeth as she tried to line up her head with my bobbing cock. She had to get up higher on her knees to adjust the angle and I forced her face closer to my crotch. Ann let out a happy groan as my cock found its way past her lips and into her mouth.

"You did much better that time, Annabelle. I won't have to punish you for that one," I said as I pulled her down onto my shaft, forcing it deeper into her throat.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 57



Ann grinned around my cock, pleased that she was improving from the last couple of times. She was getting better every time she had to bow down before me and take my cock into her mouth. It was amazing to see her reaction as she started bobbing her head back and forth with my hands guiding her. After a minute of letting her fuck my cock with her face, I grabbed her by the hair again and pulled her off of me.

"Time to get another log, babe. Get going!" Ann struggled to her feet, having to lean against me for a second to get her balance. As she stood up and took a deep breath and headed off to the front door. "Don't forget to close the door," I said with a laugh.

"I won't," Ann grumbled as she turned to face me, backing her ass up against the door. She moved her hands up a little to try and find the doorknob. After struggling for a second, she finally opened it, and she turned around to pull it closed as she walked back outside. Hearing the latch click, I let out a little chuckle as I thought about her walking around naked outside, and having to work her cute little ass off just to get another log for the fire.

~*~*~*~*~*~

I walked over to Ann as she stood in front of me, nervous and excited fresh out of the shower, holding a cut length of rope for her to see. I'd cut several of them, taking the lighter and singeing the ends so that they wouldn't fray. I'd put some in the bedroom, but I also had a few lying around the living room. But the one in my hand was what Ann was looking at. 

I ran it across her body, rubbing it against her nipples as she stood still in front of me. Her stomach drew in as she sucked in her breath in anticipation of what I might do to her with it. Lifting Ann's chin, I kissed her softly, my tongue flicking at hers.

"Turn around, and put your hands behind your back, Annabelle," I said softly into her ear.

"Mmm...okay," she responded, slowly turning around on her toes. I had her put her wrists back to back, and I used the rope to tie them securely...and tightly. She winced a little, and I asked her if it was too tight, but she shook her head. "No...I want to feel it."

I reached around and grabbed her left tit roughly, spinning her until she was facing me. Then I grabbed them both, pawing at them. "You're going to feel a lot of things tonight." With that, I pulled at her nipples, making her scream out. Her voice resonated throughout the cabin, and I smiled, thankful that we were secluded for the rest of the evening. "How do you feel?" 

"Helpless," Ann smiled.

"Well, it's time for you to feel helpful. I want you to go outside and get some wood for the fireplace. We're not using lights tonight, so I want to be able to build a fire later. There's a woodpile out back. Go outside and start bringing some in."

"How am I supposed to do that with my hands tied behind my back?"

"One log at a time...now get going."

Ann struggled to open the door, and when I closed it behind her, she knew it was going to be even harder to get back in. She had to walk down the stairs of the front porch, around to the back of the cabin, and then move up against the woodpile. Once she picked up a log, which wasn't easy the way her hands were bound, she'd walk back to the front porch. There, she had to put down the log, open the door, and pick up the log again. And once she was inside, I made her close the door. She did that with a simple move of her foot, but she also knew that meant she'd have to open it again.

While Ann was bringing in the first log, I'd gotten undressed, and I was sitting on the couch in front of the fireplace, stroking my erect cock. She dropped the log gently and turned around, ready to go get the next log. Instead, I stopped her.

"Before you go back out, you have to come here and suck my cock for one minute," I said with a grin. Ann smiled and walked over in front of me, bending at the waist to take my cock in her mouth. But I grabbed her by the hair and moved her down, making her get on her knees. "Tonight, you're going to worship my cock, Annabelle. And that means you need to be on your knees."

"Yes Sir," Ann said automatically. It didn't seem as strange when she said it that time, because of the circumstances. But I knew she wouldn't say 'Sir' every time. And that's what made it work.

She tried to get my cock into her mouth, but she struggled with being on her knees. She nipped my shaft accidentally with her teeth, scraping the skin a little, and I let out a yelp, which made her panic. That made things worse, and she scraped it again trying to move back.

"CAREFUL," I snapped, making Ann freeze. Lifting her chin, I said, "I know you didn't mean to do that, babe. But you need to take your time and be careful. I'm going to have to punish you for that later. Now...try again."

The second attempt was better, but still clumsy. I ended up grabbing her by the hair gently and guiding her, just so she could get the feel. And since I had to do that, I took control of her movements, and fucked her face by thrusting my hips up a little. Ann groaned as she held herself still, but she was smiling when I let her go and told her to get another log.

"I'll be right back, baby," she said as she hopped up and bounded off for the door.

But by the time Ann had brought in the fourth log and placed it next to the fireplace, she was exhausted. The toll of the atmosphere, combined with the physical and emotional energy she was expending was having an effect on her. When she kneeled in front of me, she had to take a couple of deep breaths before she could take my cock into her mouth. 

I looked at her, trying to gauge how she was, and whether I was pushing her too hard. But we had the safe word in place, so I knew she could stop if she felt she had to. Still, I wanted to make sure. "You can say the word, baby. I don't want you..."

"I'm fine, Neil," she said as she smiled. And she was. Ann's athletic genetics kicked in, and she moved up a little higher, taking my cock into her mouth. She sucked me with a vengeance, letting me know that she was not only okay...she was ready for the long haul. 

~*~*~*~*~*~

By the time Ann had finished bringing in all the wood I'd asked for, she was dripping with sweat...even though it was getting cooler outside by the moment. I'd thought about taking her up to the lodge for a dip in the hot tub, but I decided against it because of the way Ann was acting. She didn't want to rest, and she wasn't interested in slowing down. She was pushing herself, and so a leisurely soak in a hot tub wasn't in the theme of the evening. 

The only reason I would have taken Ann up to the lodge would have been to play on the nudist part of what we were doing. And since Julie had made it clear that she wasn't comfortable with Ann strolling around the resort in the buff, there would be no thrill in just going there if there was no potential for someone to see her. Yet I still wanted Ann to feel like a nudist. And the only way to do that was to take her outside for a while.

Even though she was exhausted, Ann dropped to her knees in front of me and took my cock back inside her mouth. This time, like the last couple, was effortless on her part. She'd gotten used to the position, and had figured out how to get my shaft past her lips and down her throat without using her hands, or nipping and scraping me with her teeth. 

Ann giggled when I took another piece of rope and put it around her neck, tying it in knot. She was on her knees in front of me again, and I'd just had her finish sucking my cock like we'd been doing. I didn't want to make a slip knot, because I didn't want the rope to get to tight, but I wanted to have kind of a leash to lead her around with. By tying it, I was able to make it work without taking any risk of choking Ann with it.

"Come on, Annabelle," I said as I stood and helped her to her feet. 

Putting on my shorts, she looked at me and asked, "Where are we going?"

Pulling on the rope, I started leading her towards the door. Grinning, I said, "To punish you, and then to fuck you."

Ann gave a little shudder and I pulled on the rope, making her lurch forward a little. Soon, we were both walking down the paved path, toward the other cabins. I had no intention of upsetting Julie, but at the same time, there needed to be at least a small chance that Ann could be seen. So, we headed to the point of the road where it curved; the point where another cabin came into view in the fading light. 

Once we were there, I turned Ann around and I bent down a little. She moaned as I took her nipples into my mouth, one at a time, and sucked on them, making them harder than they already were. Then I took my fingers, pinching them hard, and drying them off in the process.

Ann growled, but she also let out a telltale little moan. And that was followed by her saying, "That hurts...so much...and it feels so damn good at the same time, Neil."

"You like having your nipples pinched hard, don't you Annabelle?"

"Mmm...yes. I do," she cooed.

"Then you'll love these," I said as I pulled out a silver nipple clamp out of my pocket and held it in front of her. It wasn't the kind that just clamps on and pinches. It was the variety that you could place on the nipple, and then slowly tighten with a screw adjustment, so that you could increase or decrease the pressure, and how firmly it attached. 

Ann's reaction was interesting. She gave me a sly smile and said, "I was wondering how long it would take you to get those out tonight."

"Really? What makes you say that?" I asked.

"You've threatened to use them on me before."

I was puzzled, and said, "I don't remember that. When?"

"I don't remember every one of them, but the one I remember most was the first time."

"When was that?"

"Right after you fucked me in Missy's office. We were in the hallway, and you had just sucked on my nipples like you just did now, and I made a comment. I asked you if you were happy with the way they were sticking out. And you said something about how they might look even better if they were accessorized. And you said you noticed the clamps in the stuff I got from Suzanne, and that you'd be happy to put them on me."

My head snapped back, astonished that Ann had remembered that in such detail, even though it really hadn't been that long ago. "Wow...yeah. I can't believe you remembered all of that."

"Why not?"

"I don't know. I guess because it was just an innocent little conversation, that's all."

"It wasn't that innocent, baby. I was half naked, my hands were behind my back like they are now, only in handcuffs...and I had a cunt full of your cum that was being held there by my thong. And for me, it was a profound moment."

"Profound? What makes it so...profound?"

"Because that's the day I knew for sure that I needed a day like today to happen. And I have to tell you, baby...I've been thinking about those little clamps every day since you threatened to use them on me."

I flashed a surprised smile. "So you're ready for this, then."

Ann shivered, and said, "No...I'm not ready. But I also can't wait!"

"Me either, now," I said as I took her left breast in my hand, pressing the flesh of her areola together to force her nipple out farther. Taking the silver clamp, I placed it over her protruding nipple, and started moving the little wheel with my finger, closing it like a vise. As it gripped into her tender skin, Ann's eyes bugged out and she started moving around. I stopped and slapped her ass, and said, "Stop, or the next one will hurt worse!"

"Yes Sir," Ann snapped, which surprised me. But it was in the moment, and I realized that she WAS going to call me whatever seemed right at the time. The fact that she didn't think about it before she said it made me smile. And my sharp smack to her bottom worked, as she froze in place.

I did the same to Ann's other nipple, placing a clamp on it and making it tighter than the first one. I played with them both, making little adjustments to see Ann wince, and react. Yet in between the pain, she'd smile and moan. That was the first time I realized that Ann not only had a very high pain threshold, she loved having it tested. Reaching down, I felt her mound, which was so wet it was already starting to run down her thighs. Feeling my fingers against her labia, Ann almost fell, her knees going weak from just being touched.

Grabbing her under her arm, I asked, "Are you alright?"

"My nipples are on fire...and you can feel what that's doing to my pussy, baby. God YES I'm alright. Everything you're doing is alright." 

Ann looked at me, and I could tell she wanted to say something, but she stopped herself. But I asked, "What is it, babe?"

And unlike Ann can be sometimes, this time she didn't hesitate or draw it out. She was very blunt when she said, "Neil, I'm fine...I LOVE what you're doing to me. I want this. We have a safe word, so please stop asking if I'm okay...and just treat me like I want to be treated, okay. Treat me like your love slave tonight."

I grinned. Once again, Ann was right. I didn't need to be worried about her. She was taking care of that. And that she said 'tonight' was significant to me. It wasn't like this was going to be our daily life. We'd talked about that before. She wasn't going to be my love slave all that often, and a sense of calm came over me when all of that settled in my head. 

"Very well, Annabelle," I said as I reached up and turned the little knob on the clamp on her left nipple, making it just a little tighter. Then I pulled out something else from my pocket and moved it down her body.

"What's that?" she said as she felt me rubbing it through the folds of her pussy, making it slick with her natural lube. "Is that a dildo?" 

Grabbing Ann's hair, I turned her around and pushed on her upper body between her shoulder blades while I held onto her waist, making her bend over. "No...it's not," I said as I placed it against her ass and slowly started twisting my wrist as I pushed forward. "It's your butt plug."

Yes, it was her butt plug. It was a purple rubber one, about five inches in total length. The shaft of it was tapered, with the rounded tip being about a half inch in diameter, and growing gradually to near the base, where it was about two and a half inches thick. But just after that point, it narrowed at the plug part, to about two inches. It created a little ridge, and when I finally rammed it all the way into Ann's ass, it kind of snapped into place, her anal ring fitting perfectly and holding it in place.

"Oh my GOD!" Ann groaned as she felt her asshole being stretched and held in place by the plug. I almost asked her if she was okay on instinct, but I held it in, instead remaining silent while I grabbed the very end of the plug and twisted it hard, making it spin inside her. "Fuck Neil...that feels so..."

But before Ann could finish her sentence, I started spanking her ass, giving her twenty hard slaps on each butt cheek. The sound rattled amongst the trees of the forest, and as it echoed back towards us, it sounded like it was coming from amplifiers. It was loud, and it was sexy. As was Ann's grunting each time my open palm landed upon the skin of her tight, tanned backside. My blows were firm, and hard, and the pace was brisk. I wasn't giving her a lot of time between, but I was also varying the pace so she couldn't anticipate them.

Ann was tearing up a little, but I decided that I'd give her another twenty on each side anyway. She'd said she wanted me to treat her like a love slave, and while this part didn't necessarily show any type of 'love', it certainly fit the 'slave' part. And I had warned her that I was going to punish her. That...and I knew that she knew the word that could stop it if she couldn't handle it. Of course, knowing Ann, and how competitive she was, there was little chance that she was going to use the word for a spanking unless it absolutely was too much for her to bear.

When I'd finished, I reached down and felt Ann's pussy again. I'd thought she was wet before, but she was flowing like a river now, her cunt dripping from excitement.

"My...you really ARE a dirty slut, aren't you Annabelle?"

"Yes...I am," she moaned as I slipped a finger inside her.

"You seem wetter AFTER I spanked you. Do you LIKE getting spanked?"

"My ass is burning," she said breathlessly. "And so is my pussy!"

"I asked you if you liked it," I said, slapping her left buttock again.

"YES!" she screamed out. Then she calmed as she breathed in deep and when she exhaled, she said, "Yes Neil. I needed to be punished. I love it when you spank your dirty slut!"

And I was tempted to continue spanking her. But there was more night ahead of us. I could always continue that later if I wanted to. After all, Ann wanted to feel some pain, and she wanted to feel helpless. But she also deserved some pleasure...and it was time for that. I pulled on her hair, lifting her body upright, and I removed my hand from her soaked snatch. Bringing it to her mouth, I made her lick my fingers to taste her pussy.

And as I did, I unzipped my shorts and pulled out my cock. Moving into place closer behind her, I let my shaft press against her red ass cheek, and I reached around her sexy body and cupped her breasts, feeling their weight in my hand. And as I did, I twisted the nipple clamps, making them just a little tighter once again, and feeling her body tremble as the pain shot through her breasts.

As Ann was trying to adjust to the change in pressure on her nipples, I quickly moved and rammed my rigid cock into her pussy in one hard upward thrust. Ann started to scream, but my hand covered her mouth. 

"No screaming, Annabelle...or I won't let you cum. Do you understand?" I whispered into her ear. Ann nodded, and I said, "Good girl. Now, I'm going to fuck that dirty little cunt of your, while you ass if full...you're going to feel both holes stuffed, just like you did that last night at your house. But this time...one of them is real!"

Ann moaned, and I pulled my hand off her mouth. "God, yes Neil. Fuck me...fuck me hard baby! Fuck me like the dirty slut I am!"

I smiled when I thought about how that sounded to me. I used to hate that word with such passion. And in one sense, I knew Ann really wasn't one. And yet, by a certain definition, right now she was. And like I'd learned earlier in the day, there really wasn't anything wrong with Ann feeling like a slut, because that feeling wasn't going to come over her all that often.

Plus, she was MY slut. And that made me excited, my cock throbbing as it remained buried inside her warm, tight pussy. I bent her forward again, pressing on her upper back to make her bend over gently. Taking her hips in my hands, I pulled my shaft out almost all the way, and then I rammed back inside Ann...my balls slapping up under her, hitting her pussy. They made a wet slapping sound as they smacked time after time against her cunt, and my groin was slamming against her toned ass...and I smiled.

Those sexy noises drove me. I loved the way they sounded, and I started bucking my hips violently, trying to make them as loud as I could. I wanted it to feel our sex floating in the air, for the entire outdoor world to hear. I wanted anyone, or anything listening to know without a doubt what was causing them. I wanted to draw attention to us as I fucked Ann out in the open.

I had to be careful, because every thrust into Ann's pussy was so hard that it was making it hard for her to keep her balance. With her bent forward like she was, there was no way for her to steady herself with her hands tied behind her back Finally, I pulled out, and lowered Ann to the ground on her knees on the soft grass, and then I lowered her upper body so that her head and shoulders were against the ground. Spreading her legs wider, I got on my knees behind her and slipped my cock back inside.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 57



"Oh God yes, Neil. Pound my pussy. Pound my fucking pussy!" Ann said as she looked back at me from her unusual position. Her face was against the grass, sliding back and forth against it as I did what she practically demanded. And with each stroke, she let me know with her eyes that it was exactly what she wanted.

I hammered her like that for about ten minutes, each stroke strong and steady, moving her slightly forward with each one. I looked down at her tits, which were stretched down from the weight of the clamps on her nipples, to the point that the clamps themselves were in the grass. Ann's breasts were bouncing back and forth, dragging the silver adornments along with them. I reached underneath her and grabbed the rope on her neck, twisting it around towards her back. I started pulling at it lightly like it was some kind of reign, and I was riding her. She reacted to that wildly as she felt the rope become a little snugger at her neck, and she started humping back into me, grunting with each plunge of my prick into her pussy.

Just a few strokes later, Ann's back slumped, pressing her tits flush against the ground. She was arching it, from a reversed angle than what I was used to seeing, and as soon as that happened she started cumming. Ann let out a loud animalistic growl that would have scared off any wild animals that were drawn to our carnal coupling in the wilderness.

I slammed into her one last time and held myself still with my cock buried deep inside of her. I wasn't cumming, but I wanted her to cum with having both of her holes totally stuffed, and I wanted to feel her pussy spasm around my thick rod. I could feel her body shaking as she let loose a flood over my shaft. I could even feel a little of her cum dripping off my balls as it leaked past my cock.

When I felt like Ann had stopped, and she was breathing at least a little more normally, I pulled out and helped her to her feet. "Aren't you going to cum?" she asked, almost sounding disappointed.

"The night is still young, Annabelle. There's plenty of time for that...and I'm not nearly finished with you yet."

I reached for her nipples, and started to loosen the clamps to take them off. Being new at this particular area of sexual adventure, I didn't know how long I should keep them on her. I didn't want to do any permanent damage, so I figured I'd give Ann a little break and put them back on later when I felt the urge.

But Ann looked at me and asked, "What are you doing?"

"I'm taking these off for a while." Yet something in her voice had me stop for a second and look at her. She was biting her bottom lip, and I knew that she didn't want me to. Yet she wasn't going say anything more. I could tell she was already a little upset that what she'd asked might influence me. 

And it did. But I really didn't care. I wasn't trying to be her 'Master' and punish her like I was trying to break her spirit. I was trying to give her what she wanted, and that meant reading her. So, instead of loosening the clamps, I tightened both of them a half a turn, making the claws pinch her nipples tighter. Ann almost swooned as the pain torn through her breasts, but she caught herself.

As I turned my back to lead her back to the cabin with her rope leash, my wet cock still out of my shorts, bobbing as I moved, I know I heard her say, "Thank you," very quietly under her breath. I was stunned, and yet, that seemed so typical of Ann, to surprise me at every turn. And the thought of that made me smile. We continued to discover things about ourselves, and share them with each other in the most unusual ways.

~*~*~*~*~*~

"Do you have a photographic memory?" Ann said from where she was standing near the front door.

"No, why?" 

"Because I'd be running into something, and you seem to know your way around the cabin, even in the dark. We haven't been here that long."

"Well, I did kind of memorize the place when I was getting ready for you while you were in the shower. But to be fair, there's not a lot of stuff in this room to run into. A couch really...everything else is against the walls.

"So where are you...the kitchen?"

I found the lighter on the counter where I'd left it, and I flicked the igniter, striking the flint to start the flame. "Yes," I said as I lit a candle. It was one of those little tea candles from the big box I'd found in the pantry, and took it over to a table near the fireplace. Walking back, I lit a second one, and took it to another table on the other side. 

It was amazing how just two candles lit up the room...and it gave the cabin a really interesting ambiance, especially considering what Ann and I were going to be doing with the rest of our evening. 

Ann surprised me when she asked, "W...what are the candles for," very nervously.

"Uh...they provide light," I responded. "What do you think they're for?"

She shook her head wildly and said, "Never mind. Just a little nervous, that's all."

And she was, but it still seemed like an odd question. I put it out of my mind, and I walked over to Ann and grabbed her makeshift leash, pulling her along behind me. "Come with me, Annabelle."

She started walking with me. Actually, it was more like a little waddle, and she said, "Damn it's hard to walk with this thing in my ass."

"Well, I'm not taking it out...so get used to it," I said as I took her around the couch and had her stand with her back to it.

"Oh...fuck!" she said under her breath. 

I grinned as I gave Ann a gentle push, making her fall backwards and land on the cushions with a big soft plop. She let out a little giggle as I pulled her pussy toward the very edge of the couch by grabbing her legs and yanking on them. Taking a rope that I had laying on the floor under the couch, I tied it to her left leg in the same tight fashion that I'd tied her wrists, using lots of rope, winding around and around her ankle tightly before tying it off. Then, I took the other end and secured it to the leg of the couch, pulling her foot wide and spreading her open. When I did the same thing to her other ankle with the second rope I'd hidden away, Ann was as exposed as she'd ever been for me.

With her legs wide open, she groaned as I leaned down to tease her, breathing hot air on her pussy as I opened my mouth and exhaled from just an inch away. Then I left her there with her cunt dripping while I went to build the fire. Ann watched me as I painstakingly worked on it, and in 15 minutes, there was a roaring blaze in the fireplace, warming up the room.

"Alright, Annabelle. You sit tight...I'm going to go clean up."

"What...you're leaving me here like this?" she said in a panic.

"Don't worry...I won't be long. Besides, I'm going to let you cum while I'm gone."

Ann looked down at how I had her tied up. Then she let out a little laugh as she rolled her eyes at me. "Yeah, sure. I'll just take care of myself, then. No problem," she said sarcastically.

With the room lit up from the fire, I took one of the candles I had placed on a table and brought it over with me to the couch. Ann's eyes got wide, and she started acting nervous again as I sat it on the floor. Kneeling in front of her, I pulled out another toy from under the couch where I'd hidden it, and I showed it to her.

It was a 6-inch vibrator, about an inch in diameter. Not huge, compared to her 'Antonio' dildo she'd become used to...in addition to my cock. But knowing what I had in store for her, I knew that length and girth weren't really a necessity. Pressing down on the cushion of the couch between her legs, I lined up the silver shaft and placed the tip against her open labia.

"No, Annabelle. You're not going to have to take care of yourself. I had this taken care of an hour ago," I said as I slipped it deep inside her wet slit. Turning it on high, Ann felt the fluttering action of the toy rip like electric waves through her body. 

"OH MY GOD!" Ann screamed out as she sank down further into the cushions, forcing it even deeper into her pussy.

I let go of the cushion, letting it spring back into place. The contour of the overstuffed cushion wedged against the very base of the vibrating dildo, holding it firmly in place. "There. That should keep you occupied until I get back." 

I picked up the candle, and stood up. Once again Ann got wide eyed, and I shook my head as I saw her watch me as I walked to the kitchen. I grabbed a half dozen more of the little candles, and headed to the bedroom. I put them in there, and lit one of them, before heading to the bathroom to shower. 

I was carrying in my toiletry bag, and when I went to put in on the little countertop next to the sink, I moved a little too quickly. My left hand was suddenly off balance, and I shifted it, making the wax from the candle I was holding spill out a little on my thumb. It was hot, and I put the candle on the counter as I let the wax harden before peeling it off sink.

"Man...that stings," I said as I sucked on the place that it landed while I turned on the water to the shower before stepping in. 

As I was letting the hot spray wash over my body, I thought to what had just happened. In truth, the water was probably the same temperature of the wax that had landed on the inside of my thumb. But I was used to taking hot showers, and I expected it. But that made me think of Ann's reactions when I was walking around with the candle.

"THAT'S why she asked me what I was going to do with them?" I said with a laugh. And suddenly I remembered reading a story once in a Penthouse magazine. It was under some S&M heading, and there was a part in it where a guy poured hot wax from a candle onto his girlfriend, who was acting as his slave...kind of like Ann was doing for me. "She must be thinking that's what I was going to do."

And in truth, I got hard in the shower just thinking about it. The wax wasn't really hot enough to hurt her. I knew that, because I didn't even feel it anymore. It was more the IDEA of it...that hot stinging feeling, landing on your body...molding to it. And in places you'd never expect it. I had a little shiver run through my body, and I actually let out an evil little laugh. "You know...the way she was acting, I think she WANTS me to do it," I said to myself.

But that thought vanished when I turned off the shower and stepped out. Without the sound of the water, I could hear Ann in the other room. And it was magical. She was cumming. From what I could tell from the sounds she was making, along with her cute swearing...she was cumming hard. And from the strain in her voice, she'd been cumming for a long time.

I leisurely dried off, listening to Ann as the pleasure she was experiencing hit her like waves. There were peaks, and then she'd come crashing down as her orgasm subsided. But every time I thought she might be done, another wave would crest, and she'd start on another high pitched wail. I thought I was hard when I went into the bathroom. After all, I'd already fucked Ann, and then I got worked up from seeing her tied to the couch, and her reaction to me placing the vibrator inside her. But now my cock was so stiff it hurt. Ann's moaning was making my cock twitch, which in turn made precum start flowing from the head. 

Yet as wet as my cock was, that was nothing compared to what Ann was going through, and how wet she was. As I walked around the couch to look at her, I almost dropped the candle I was carrying. Not that I needed it to see. The fire was taking care of providing the light, and what I saw was...astounding. 

Ann was sweating profusely, beads of perspiration rolling down her bronze skin. A lot of that was from the heat of the fire, but she was also sweating from the orgasmic torture I'd put her through. Her eyes were half open, and they were kind of twitching in her head as she came yet again. She looked like she was in REM sleep, except I could just see her irises through the open slits of her eyelids. 

Ann's legs were straining, the muscles rippling on the inside of her thighs as she pulled against the binds of her ankles. Looking at her feet, she had her toes pointing in line with her calves, directly toward the floor. It was a position I'd seen them in many times, one that almost always meant she was cumming...but I already knew that. Because between Ann's legs, I could see her pussy, which was red and puffy...and it was leaking cum from around her vibrator buried inside it. 

The soft, light gray cushions of the couch had turned dark near Ann's body. Some of it around the outside of her legs towards her ass, and along her back, was caused by her sweating. But between Ann's legs, it was all because of her cumming. In fact, there was so much cum that it looked soaked, slick and shiny, compared to the other areas that just kind of stained the couch with wetness.

I put down the candle, and moved between Ann's legs. She felt me brush against her left knee as I moved into place. And that made her eyes snap open. She tried to speak, but had to lick her dry lips first. And then she screamed again, this time in sweet agony.

"OH FUCK NEIL! TURN IT OFF! PLEASE TURN IT OFF!"

Ann was pulling against the ropes on her ankles as she tried to sit up. But as she did, the edge of the vibrator shaft pressed harder against her over sensitized clit, and she let out another little scream, before slumping back against the cushions. As she sat there, panting as she looked at me with desperation in her eyes, I watched my lover in awe.

As much as I tried to put it out of my mind, I couldn't help it. Ann looked so amazing, so sexually charged, that I had to capture that memory forever. 

"I'll be right back, babe," I said as I moved past her.

"GOD NOOOO!" she said, her voice shaky as she yelled out.

But I had to. I had to show Ann how she looked. I knew I wouldn't be taking a lot of pictures, but I realized that Ann would be upset if she never got to see herself as I did at that moment. As I ran out to the car, I rationalized that we may never do something like this again. It truth, I knew that wasn't true. The look on Ann's face told me that she would want to do what we were doing again someday. Not soon...likely not for a very long time...but someday. 

Still, since I didn't 'know' for sure at the time...I likened not taking any pictures kind of along the lines of Ann's argument for taking me to San Francisco. To be in the vicinity, and not take advantage of it, would be like a crime. We were here, the stage was set, and Ann wasn't going anywhere...so why not?

I was back in a couple of minutes, and Ann looked even more beautiful when I returned. Her eyes had gone back to being half closed, her head tilted slightly to her left, showing a little of the grass smudges from me fucking her earlier with her face against the ground while we were outside. Her nipples were still being pinched severely by the clamps, making them red and distorted. And her pussy was dripping like a faucet around the pulsing vibrator rammed deep inside her. 

I'd taken 10 quick photos, from different angles, focusing in on various parts of Ann. I had remembered Rose saying how artistic the pictures I'd taken of Ann at the beach had been. And taken at face value, the way Ann was tied up might be viewed as anything but artistic. So, after I took a couple of Ann in her entirety, I then took many that kind of broke down the scene, showing her beauty and grace. 

A picture of her foot tied tight, her leg straining against her binds. A close up of her right nipple...in the harsh confines of the clamp. A picture of her half closed eyes, sweat beads appearing on her brow and upper lip. Another, of her right powerful right thigh as it flexed, her defined muscles bulging underneath her tanned skin. They were pictures that not only showed the fantasy that Ann was living out; they told the mood as well.

After taking a few more, Ann roused from her latest little orgasm and looked in the general direction of the sound the camera was making. And that was enough for me to put it away. Scrambling back between her legs, I looked up at her.

Ann was begging for mercy with her eyes, but she wasn't going to plead out loud again. If I had wanted to keep going with the continuous torture on her cunt, she wasn't going to say anything to stop me. Not that she could stop me anyway. But I still had a lot more I wanted to do with her. Reaching between her legs, I pressed down on the cushion she was sitting on, slick and matted with her cum. I switched off the vibrator, and Ann let out a little sigh of relief. 

Taking the very end of the dildo, I slowly pulled out the silver shaft, and with it came a little dribble of fluid. It was cum. Ann's cum, trapped inside her by the vibrator. It was like I'd removed the plug from the bottom of a little bucket, and the contents leaked out all over...in the case, leaking over the light gray couch. 

Looking up at Ann, she had closed her eyes, and she was licking her lips again, which looked parched. Based on how much she'd been sweating, and how much she had obviously cum, I went to the kitchen and got Ann a large glass of water. 

Bringing it to her, I whispered, "Drink this, Annabelle. I don't want you getting dehydrated. You need to replace some fluids."

Ann blinked a couple of times, and smiled softly. Her voice was shaky when she said, "I'm going to need more water than that after what you just put me through, baby."

I laughed as I held the glass to her lips. She drank that glass, and half of another one, before she said she'd had enough.

"Do you need something to eat? You need to keep your strength up for me too."

"No...I'm good," she said as she shook her head.

"Well, suit yourself. I'm famished," I said as I leaned forward at licked the very edge of her swollen pussy lips.

"Oh...FUCK!" she screamed, realizing what was about to happen. I let out an evil little laugh, and dove in...tasting the wettest pussy I'd ever had my tongue inside.

It didn't take long at all. I had intended to draw it out, and take my time. But Ann was so worked up, that pretty much anything that I did near her pussy was making her spasm. So, I spent just a few minutes teasing her, and then I decided to give her one last orgasm on the couch before we moved to the bedroom. 

Her clit was sitting there, looking like a big ripe grape. It was plump...and reddish purple. I could see it throbbing, and I flicked it with my tongue. That sent Ann into orbit. She sucked in her breath, holding it...making her chest stick out. Her upper back was all that was against the back of the couch, and she was waiting for the inevitable. At that point, I was thinking of backing away and prolonging her release, but as I moved, my hard cock rubbed against the edge of the couch, and it dawned on me that I was also prolonging my own release. 

Latching onto Ann's protruding bud, I sucked on it hard. Much like she'd done to me earlier when she accidentally grazed my shaft while sucking me, I lightly scraped my teeth on her clit...only I did it deliberately. When I did, Ann let out a little yelp, and I could hear a sound escaping her chest through her open mouth. It was a rapid exhale, and along with it came a sort of plea.

"Please...Neil," she hissed as the air escaped her lungs.

Then her legs started shaking, and she flung her head back as she came once more. I stuck my tongue inside her pussy, and let her cover it with her sweet excretions. It tasted like honey to my tongue, and I let out a soft sigh of my own, before swallowing over and over. 

I loved how Ann tasted. It was indescribable, and it filled me with an overwhelming sense of satisfaction. My heart was pounding as she slumped back into the soft cushions of the sofa. I pulled back, my face covered with her cum, and I had to resist the urge to wipe it dry. I loved that it was dripping off my chin as she looked down at me. She was exhausted...and yet the expression on her face told me that she was trying to gather herself. She knew I had more in store for her, and she wanted it.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 58



I woke up with a start, sitting straight up as a panic ran through me. The blanket that had been covering me flew off my body, landing on the floor next to me, and I began feeling around trying to figure out where I was. All I knew for sure was that the images that had been running through my head had really been a dream. But that didn't stop my heart from racing as I tried to gather my senses. And it didn't help me figure out where I was. The dream I had been having had seemed so real, I was totally disoriented.

Feeling to my right, I felt the cushions rising up, and I knew that I wasn't in a bed. "Where the hell AM I?" I said to myself, my body tingling from waking up so fast.

Feeling to my left, I knew I was close to the edge of whatever I was on, and finally I realized it was a couch of some kind...somewhere. I turned my body, my feet landing on the braided rug that was on the floor. Yet at the time, I don't know what was troubling me more; not knowing where I was, or that I had a dream about work, and I woke up thinking I was late.

Once my eyes adjusted to the light that was starting to come through a window, I saw the slate stone fireplace in front of me, and I remembered where I was...the cabin. Looking at the couch underneath me, I smiled, knowing that I'd slept there, and the reason why. Ann was in the bedroom alone, hopefully sleeping off the after effects from our night of her being my love slave. It was the first night since I'd left on my trip to get Ann that we hadn't slept next to each other, and to me, it wasn't a coincidence that I'd woken up suddenly like I did. Sleeping alone was probably the reason for the dream.

I hadn't thought about work since Dad drove me to the airport, and he talked to me about the way the meeting had ended between him and Dan, my boss, right after I had resigned. But here I was, having been startled awake by the thought of being late for work at the plant. And now, even though I knew where I was, and that I still had a couple more days of my vacation left to go, work was unfortunately on my mind. 

I sat back, thinking about the two weeks that lie ahead for me once I got home. It would be my last two weeks at that job, before I left to start a new one at a new company in West Virginia. My mind started firing, all kinds of thoughts running through my head in rapid succession. How would the last two weeks go? How was my boss going to react to me after being verbally dressed down by my father, AND having to pay my new increase in salary out of his own pocket for the next couple of weeks? He'd opened his mouth and said he'd match the offer of my new employer in a desperate attempt to keep me. And my Dad, overhearing his offer, was making him live up to it, even if it was only for the three weeks between my resignation and my last day at work.

I wondered how things would go with the new customer I'd worked so hard to land. How would they react to me leaving? Would I be able to get things off the ground in just two weeks so that it would be the success story I wanted it to be upon my exit? How would the training go with my replacement...and more importantly, who would my replacement be? I knew it wasn't going to be Howard, my assistant. My father and I had discussed him on the way to the airport as well, and Dad wasn't surprised that I hadn't recommended him, because he really didn't have the right people and management skills to succeed in the job. I knew my Dad would be overseeing the selection of my successor; I wondered how Howard was going to take the news that it wasn't him.

With all those thoughts and more swirling around my head, my mind suddenly shifted to my new job. A hundred questions seemed to instantly enter my mind at one time, as I thought about the transition, and what that was going to be like. As I sat there on the couch, my mind becoming overwhelmed by the magnitude of all the unanswered questions that were banging around in my brain, it all came to a halt when I heard the sound of Ann's bare feet padding slowly across the wooden floor towards me.

"Neil?" I heard her say quietly, trying to figure out where I was, and where she was.

"Yeah babe...over here," I called out, tying to help her with her bearings.

She kind of shuffled over, walking carefully to make sure she didn't run into anything. Coming around the couch, she stood in front of me. And she was an incredible sight. Ann's hair was all over the place, mussed and almost looking like it had been teased. She was covered with dried wax, which was crumbing on her skin and falling to the floor as she walked. I was sure she left a trail of it from the bedroom to where she was standing. She looked dirty, from the sweat, and from being fucked on the ground outside; especially her knees, and her cheek and shoulders. She looked so...beautiful.

She was rubbing her left eye with the back of her hand, trying to wake up. And I couldn't help but laugh to myself at how odd it looked, with a roped tied to her wrist, dangling down her body as she did. Looking at her feet, she'd dragged the other ropes on her ankles along the floor as she walked. And of course, the makeshift leash I had made was still around her neck, the rope hanging down between her tits, stopping right at her pussy like she was wearing a long, thin tie.

"Why aren't you in bed? Is something wrong?" she asked nervously.

"What do you mean?" 

"You're out here. You're not upset with what we did last night, are you?"

"No Ann, everything's fine."

Ann turned and moved next to me, wincing a little as her ass settled on the cushion beside me. But a concerned look on her face quickly replaced the grimace she had when she first sat down. Her right hand found my left thigh, and she turned to look at me.

"Neil, it's okay. You can tell me. If what we did last night bothers you that much, we don't have to do it again. We can just say we tried it once, and move on...okay?"

"Ann, what are you talking about? I thought last night was amazing. I'm worried about you...and whether you liked it or not. I'm worried I didn't do it right, or that I went too far...or not far enough. I've got all kinds of things going on in my brain this morning...most of it not even about us. Hell, I woke up thinking about work...what the fuck is THAT all about?"

"So, you liked what we did last night? You're not upset?"

"Yes and no."

"What?" she asked, looking confused.

"Yes, I loved it. And no...I'm not upset. Why?"

"Because I woke up alone, and you're sleeping on the couch...that's why."

"Aw...Ann. It's nothing like that at all. When we finished last night, you fell asleep almost the second you finished cumming. In fact, I was actually still inside you. You were so exhausted, and you were lying in the middle of the bed. I didn't want to wake you up. So, I just got things cleaned up a little and slept out here so you'd get some rest."

"Really?" she asked, her mouth turning up at the corners slightly.

"Of course. Like I said, I loved last night. I'm more worried about what you think about it."

Ann grinned, and got up, moving in front of me, an arm length away. Getting on her knees, she took her hands and made me part my legs for her. Reaching between her tits, she took her rope leash, and held it up for me to take.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Answering your question," she said with a wink.

"Huh?" 

"You wanted to know if I liked what you did to me last night. This is your answer."

"I'm not following you, Ann."

"It's Annabelle. You told me yesterday that I was going to be your love slave until we got back to Loveland this morning. I'm holding you to that. Last night was so amazing for me, baby. And I don't want it to end until it's supposed to...so, take this."

I took the leash, and smiled at her. Teasing, I said, "And just what is it that you want to do, Annabelle?"

"I want to thank you for being such a great...Master. Can I suck your cock, sir?"

I pulled on the leash, and Ann put her hands on the floor and crawled to me. The way her ass moved was so sexy in the first hints of the morning light that was starting to come through the small front window of the cabin. When she got to me, she put her hands on my thighs, and she leaned down, licking at my balls.

Ann took one in her mouth, licking and sucking at it. Then she did the same to the other, making them both soaking wet with her saliva. As she did, my cock got rock hard, and she let out a little moan of satisfaction. Ann kept her hands on my legs as she licked up the underside of my shaft, before licking all around the head. She was lathering up my cock, making it slick with her tongue. She even spit on it a couple of times, before moving her saliva around with her tongue as it flowed down my stiff rod.

When she was satisfied that she had me the way she wanted me, Ann moved up higher, and lined herself up over my cock. Looking into my eyes, she pleaded with me. "Please fuck my face, baby. Take my head in your hands and fuck your slut's mouth and throat...and I want to swallow your cum."

She took a deep breath, and lowered her mouth over the head of my cock. Moving slowly, she forced her head down. It was a struggle, because of the odd angle, but Ann worked my shaft down her throat, until finally, her tongue was licking my balls. Then she nodded, letting me know she was ready.

As I grabbed her head, gently, Ann's fingernails dug into the skin on my thighs. It was her way of letting me know that she wanted nothing to do with gentle. She said she wanted her face fucked, and she meant it. My fingers gripped her hair, grabbing her curly strands as she pulled up off of my shaft. And when I did, she relaxed her own fingers, lovingly rubbing my skin. Ann pulled her head up slowly, and then hesitated at the top, waiting for me to take control of her, like she wanted.

I wanted to do what she asked me, but I knew that the way she was positioned in relation to where my shaft was pointing, was going to hurt her. As much as I wanted to make Ann happy, doing that wasn't a risk I was willing to take. So, I stood up. I watched for Ann's reaction, and she grinned around the tip of my cock. I could actually feel her love in the form of her lips around my head as she kind of kissed the edge of the mushroom cap, putting pressure on it. Then, she relaxed them and waited for me.

With my cock now aligned for a straighter shot down Ann's throat, I said, "Here we go, Annabelle. I'm going to fuck your face, and I'm not stopping until you taste my cum!"

She moaned as I grabbed her head hard and pulled it toward me at the same time I moved my hips forward. It was a hard, aggressive stroke, and Ann's immediate reaction was swift, and positive. She let out a gleeful squeal that was mostly stifled by the object currently lodged in her throat. But there was no doubt she loved it.

From there, I did exactly as Ann asked me to do. I fucked her face, with long, hard strokes. We settled on a nice, steady rhythm. I was watching her closely for signs of concern or fatigue, but all I got in return was reactions of happiness. It seemed a little hard to believe, but then again, almost everything I'd done to Ann over the last 24 hours had been given a big thumb up by Ann in one way or another. And that was HARDER to believe. 

Once we started, after a few thrusts, momentum was taking effect, and with it, my balls. They became something like a pendulum, swinging back and forth. Every time I bottomed out in Ann's mouth, they would swing up and slap her under her chin lightly. It was an incredible side effect of the way I was treating her, and it was having quite a special impact on me.

I really thought it would last longer. I hadn't cum all that long before, so I naturally assumed that I could hold out for quite a while. But there was something about how Ann's mouth and throat felt at the time and the erotic circumstances we were having sex in. It was all too much for me to take. 

I pulled back and held Ann's head still, my cockhead resting on her tongue. She reached up for the first time, and grabbed the base of my cock with her left hand to jack my shaft, while her right hand started massaging my heavy balls. I kept still, leaving the end of my cock on the tip of her tongue, because I wanted her to taste my cum. I wanted my load to land on her taste buds, so she'd get what she wanted. And I wanted her to have to swallow it on her own instead of just shooting it down her throat.

I threw my head back, my legs locking tight as I felt my balls pull up a little in their sack. 

"I'm cumming ANNABELLE!" I yelled, letting her know what she already knew.

Ann giggled as I flooded her mouth with my load. She locked her lips around my head, hollowing her cheeks at first as she sucked it inside. She held it in her mouth, letting it build as she closed her throat. She was saving it, and savoring it. I moaned as she squeezed first my balls, and then my shaft, wanting to get every bit of her reward.

When I finished, Ann pulled back and and opened her mouth wide, showing me her mouthful of cum as I fell back onto the couch. It was like she was showing off what a good little slut she was. I placed my hand on her head, stroking her hair...but she remained perfectly still just like she was. It was like she was waiting for something.

And that something finally dawned on me after a few seconds. She WAS waiting...for permission.

"Swallow my cum, Annabelle. Show me how much you love being my love slave."

Ann closed her mouth tight, grinning from ear to ear. Tilting her head back just a little farther, she let me see her throat as she swallowed down the contents of her mouth in one big, quick gulp.

"Ahhhh," she exhaled as she opened up her mouth and stuck out her tongue, letting me see that she'd done what I'd asked her to do. "Thank you, baby. That was delicious," Ann said, her voice practically singing happily. 

~*~*~*~*~*~

"Wow...I'm glad we got up early," I said to myself as I read the itinerary Tina had planned out for our evening for a second time. 

I was looking over the packet of things she had faxed to Julie, the manager of the Resort we were staying at, outlining a little of what we'd be doing that night, and hinting that she also had bigger plans for the next one. I'd read it the day before in front of Julie, but it really hadn't sank in. But Tina's assertion that the next night in Indiana would be 'bigger' than the one she'd planned for us in Nebraska was saying something, considering how we were starting our night. Tina had once again made dinner reservations again. Unlike the ones at the hotel in Utah, this one was more defined from a scheduling standpoint. It wasn't something we could be late for, which was why Tina was letting me know ahead of time.

Checking the map she'd sent, and I realized that it wasn't as long a drive as I had thought it was going to be. But we were still going to have at least a 12 hour trip, from what I could tell, which meant we were going to have to really kick it once we got going on our day. And since Ann was still in the shower, trying to get her body into some kind of shape to travel, I had no clue how long it was going to be before we even got started.

Ann and I would be leaving Colorado, and heading for Omaha. We'd be able to take US 34 all the way over to Interstate 76, and use that to head northeast so we could rejoin I-80 and could continue on our way across the country. That would cut a lot of miles off, instead of having to head back north to Wyoming. But, it was still going to be a long day driving, and I was hoping to have some more fun with Ann.

I'd told her she was my love slave until we got back to Loveland, and I figured we'd go there for breakfast. But as I looked at my watch, I knew that time was running out if we were going to be able to be in Omaha in time for what Tina had in mind. Of course, I didn't know what that was, other than the reservations, and a couple of very vague hints. But knowing Tina, I didn't want to be late and miss it. Besides, she'd worked her ass off to do this for me, and for Ann. Being late really wasn't an option as far as I was concerned.

"So...how do I look?" Ann said as she stood at the doorway of the bathroom. Looking up from my papers, I smiled as I saw her do a little spin in her bare feet. "I don't think it's too bad...do you?" she asked nervously.

Gone were all of the accessories she'd been adorned with the night before. There were no clamps, or ropes. Only the butt plug remained, since I'd told her I didn't want her taking it out yet. She stood before me a naked goddess, practically glowing with pride.

"You look like a love slave is supposed to look the day after a night like you had," I said as I got up and walked over to her. "You look happy."

I took Ann in my arms, holding her tenderly, making sure I didn't squeeze her too tightly. Her breasts looked tender, specifically her nipples, after having been pinched in those nipple clamps for hours. The were still red, and a little swollen, in addition to being hard like they always seemed to be. It wasn't like I'd just put the clamps on her and left them, but I'd continued to tighten them as the night went on, always with her unspoken blessing. She seemed to love the clamps so much that she'd actually gotten a little upset when I started to take them off at one point. But that didn't mean what felt good to her in the form of painful stimulation at the time, also felt good the next day.

Yet Ann grabbed my back, and pressed my body into hers, making me squeeze her tits between us. She flinched a little, but then she let out a little sigh of pleasure. "I love you," she said with a lilt in her voice. "And I AM happy."

"Aren't you sore?" 

"Sure...but it's a good sore."

"But your nipples still look so red, and..."

"That's because I was pulling on them in the shower," she said bashfully as she pulled back. "They're a little raw, but it makes me so wet when I touch them. I couldn't keep my hands off of them."

"Ha...well, what about the rest of you?"

"My ass hurts a little."

"From the butt plug?" I asked, thinking that it had to uncomfortable by that point, since it was still stuffed inside her ass, and had been for like 8 hours.

"No...the spanking. That was...intense, but it was so fucking hot. But I can still feel it a little. It's good though. It reminds me that I belong to you. The plug is just kind of there, making me feel full...but it is harder to walk. I think my legs are the most sore...being spread like you had me on the couch, and then the bed...and then sleeping that way for a while. My thighs are killing me right now."

I pulled Ann to me harder, squeezing her body against me again, and I kissed her forehead lovingly. "Aw...I'm so sorry, babe."

"I'm not complaining Neil. I'm just telling you how I feel. I'm tired, and I'm sore...but I feel great. It's like how you feel the day after an unbelievable athletic event...you hurt, but you feel good too. You can't tell me you've never felt that burn before."

The first one that popped into my head was waking up after my weekend in Ann Arbor. A weekend filled with softball...and incredible sex with Dawn. My body ached, in the most delicious of ways. Yes, I hurt...but I also felt oh so good afterwards...every sore muscle a reminder of something that I enjoyed immensely. 

Ann caught me in mid daydream, and said, "You're thinking of your weekend with Dawn, aren't you?"

I kind of snapped out of my trance, and I felt my face flushing. But I was honest and said, "How did you know?"

Ann laughed and said, "Because I've seen that smile before. Your 'Dawn' smile."

"My WHAT?"

"It's a contented little face you make whenever you think about her, or talk about her. I call it your 'Dawn' smile."




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 58



I felt my face turning redder, and I know I panicked for a second. "Ann...I'm sorry. I never..."

Ann's hand reached up and touched my cheek softly, stroking my face as she looked into my eyes. Her reassuring smile calmed me as she said, "Neil, it's okay. If it wasn't for Dawn, I wouldn't have YOU. We wouldn't be getting married. I have her to thank for having you in my life. Hell, in a way, I owe what happened to me last night to her. I owe EVERYTHING to her. When I see you make that smile, I don't get jealous. I know you love me."

"I just don't want you thinking that I think about her all the time, Ann."

"I know you don't. It's not like you're making that face every day, baby. But what you shared with her was amazing, and trying to forget it because you're worried how I'll react is silly. Besides, whenever I see you make that smile, it reminds me of just how lucky I am to have you as mine."

I kissed Ann again, this time on the lips. "You are such an amazing woman, Ann," I said as I ran my left hand through her hair. 

"I know," she giggled. "But I'm still Annabelle right now, lover."

I laughed with her as my right hand trailed down her arm, searching for her hand to hold. My fingers traced along her soft skin, until they reached her wrist. Taking her hand, I brought it up so I could look at the back of her arm. "Does that hurt," I asked, looking at her wrist.

"Not at all. And I like how it makes me feel right now. It kind of reminds me of jewelry, like I'm wearing bracelets."

~*~*~*~*~*~

"Hey Neil! Good morning," Julie said as I walked into the lodge. "How was your night?"

"It was better than I could have ever imagined," I answered with a grin.

Julie was the manager of the Resort, and I'd gone in to settle the bill so Ann and I could get on our way 

"Where's Ann...I mean...Annabelle?" 

"She's on her way. I drove up."

"You drove...so what, she's walking?"

"Uh huh. I hope you don't mind. I know we told you we wouldn't parade her around, but it's really early. And I didn't see anyone out and about on the way here. Besides, she said she really needed to stretch her legs and work some kinks out."

"Oh my God...so she's..."

"Yeah, she's naked. You don't mind, do you? I'm sorry if it causes a problem, but I told her that she wouldn't be getting dressed until we got back to Loveland. I can't go back on that...not after last night."

"Well, I suppose it's okay. But speaking of last night, you didn't call me. I was thinking you'd use the hot tub. It was a nice night for it."

"You sound disappointed," I said, responding to the inflection in Julie's voice.

"Well...no. I just..."

"Did you change your mind?" 

"Change my mind...about what?"

"What Tina was trying to get you to do," I said with a wink. I was trying to see if Ann was right, about Tina trying to get Julie to join Ann and me in some kind of sexual situation. 

I was stunned when Julie said, "How did you know about that? When did you talk to Tina?"

"I haven't...but you just confirmed it. So...did you? Change your mind?"

Julie shook her head, as she remained steadfast in her decision. "No...I didn't"

"But you did think about it, didn't you?" I teased. Blushing, she just nodded her head slowly as she smiled at me to let me know she had. "Well, at least you considered it. So, did you call Tina for me and tell her what a great job she did?"

"Yep," Julie said, the relief showing in her face as I changed the subject. "She was so excited about what you and Ann were going to do. And she's happy that it all worked out...but she's even more excited about the next two days. I think you two are in for a real treat."

"Do you know what she has planned?"

Julie smiled and said, "Not yet. She said she won't tell me until tonight."

"Tonight?" You're going to talk to her again?"

"I told you yesterday, I'm in the middle of this incredible story now. I'm a part of it. I know I'm only a bit part...not a major role like I would have been if I would have...changed my mind. But, I'm a part of it. And like any great story, I want to keep reading to see what happens next. And that includes the next chapter."

"But she already knows what's going to happen...why didn't she tell you last night?"

"Because Tina doesn't know me. We've talked a few times, and we've hit it off, obviously. But she doesn't know if I'm really capable of keeping a secret. So...she wasn't taking any chances. And if I were in her shoes, I'd do the same thing. It wasn't personal...she's just looking out for you and Ann...that's all. But she also knows it's a two way street. I'll be able to tell her about what happened here last night. So, tell me Neil...what happened here last night?"

As Julie asked that question, the door to the lodge opened and Ann walked in. She kind of lumbered towards us, walking slowly with her black heels in her left hand by her side as she gave a little finger wave with her right. "Good morning, Julie. Is there a restroom here?"

"Er...Hi," Julie said, her mouth again hanging open as she looked at Ann, and mentally compared how she appeared with how she looked the day before. "It's...around the corner."

"Oh...okay. Thanks," she said politely. Then Ann looked at me briefly as she kept walking and said, "Neil, can I take it out now...or do I need to wait until we get to Loveland?"

"No...now is fine. It's been long enough."

Ann smiled. "Thanks, baby. I'll be back in a minute and we can get going."

Ann slipped around the corner, and I could hear the door shut behind her. I looked at Julie, who was still staring at the entrance to the hallway Ann disappeared down. Snapping her head back to me, her eyes were wide.

"What did you DO to her? Is she okay?"

"You know what I did...well it was more of what WE did. I'll let you ask her how she is when she comes out. I don't want you taking my word for it. You need to hear it from her so you'll believe it."

"Were those rope marks on her wrists and ankles? Was that from...MY rope?"

"Julie, you're asking questions you already know the answers to. While we're waiting for Annabelle to come back and answer the ones you don't know, why don't you let me pay for the cabin?"

"Uh...okay," she said as she turned around and bent over to pull out my paperwork from a file folder. It offered me a chance to stare at her tight ass and slender, toned legs in her little shorts, something I hadn't had the opportunity to admire the day before. Not that it would have mattered...it was hard not to get lost in her magnificent cleavage. Turning around quickly, she caught me staring, and I smiled. 

"You seem to have something on your mind, Neil," she said...I suppose in an attempt to see if she could make me turn red like I had done to her earlier.

"Yeah...I was just wondering how that would have been if you WOULD have changed your mind," I said as my eyes slowly meandered down her body to her waist, hinting at something a little lower.

Julie didn't miss a beat as she slid the paperwork across the counter for me to check out. Her eyes shot directly to my crotch as she said, "Funny, I was thinking the same thing about that." Then she looked up at me, making my eyes follow. As they met, she burst out laughing.

We flirted a little more as we settled the bill, knowing it was innocent fun, and certainly nice to think about. I mentioned that she would have been with Ann too, and that made a hot flash seem to run through her body. But it also brought on more laughter.

In looking over the total, I pulled out the cash to cover it, adding an extra hundred dollars.

"What's that for?" she asked. 

"We left a bit of a mess back at the cabin. Whoever's going to clean it deserves this."

"Uh...that would be me."

I know my surprise was on my face when I said, "You clean the cabins too?"

"Not always...but I am today. I think I told you, we don't normally have guests stay just one day. So I didn't bring anyone in for just one cabin on a Friday. We don't generally clean the cabins while the guests stay there...it's kind of like a home away from home. I have one girl that changes the sheets and towels every day and does the laundry. But the cleaning is done after people leave."

"So you're going to have to clean it then?"

"Yeah...but now I can't wait to see what you left behind!"

"Left behind...we didn't leave anything behind, did we?" Ann said as she rounded the corner. She was strutting towards us, walking a lot more normal, now that she was wearing her shoes. 

"No babe...we didn't leave any of our stuff behind. I was telling Julie that we left a bit of a mess for her to clean up."

"It's not that bad...I cleaned up a most of the wax off the floor before I left the cabin. The sheets are pretty much a mess, but other than that..."

"Wax?" Julie said, her face twisted in a question mark.

Ann winked at Julie, and said, "You'll just have to use your imagination on that one. But it was so...invigorating. Or maybe a better word would be exhilarating. Either really...it doesn't really matter. I just know from the moment I saw Neil with the candles, I was sort of hoping he might do it...and I ended up loving it a lot more than I ever thought I would."

Julie looked at Ann's body, seeing a few little telltale blotch marks from the devious pleasure I left behind on her skin, and she knew what Ann was talking about. She also saw the indentations in her skin from the ropes that tightly bound her wrists and ankles. And the puffy, reddened nipples that commanded the attention of her eyes. And...the large purple item Ann was holding in her hand.

When Ann saw Julie staring at what she was holding, Ann held it up for her to see.

"Where the hell did you have that?" Julie asked.

"Again, I'll leave that to your imagination. BUT...I can tell you that it was another pleasant surprise. Never thought of anything like it, but it was VERY nice."

"So...you're okay?" Julie asked, finally looking for the answer the question she'd asked me.

"I couldn't be better, Julie. And a lot of that is because of you."

"Me?" 

"Uh huh. You put us in that cabin. It was perfect, just like you said it would be."

"Uh...I was kind of kidding when I said that yesterday. I just wanted you to be happy with it because Tina wanted to move you. I really didn't think you two were serious about...all of this." she said as she pointed at the marks on Ann's wrist. "I figured you just wanted some real privacy, that's all. That's why it surprised me you didn't want to use the hot tub."

Ann reached out and touched Julie's arm. "I'm sorry, Julie. We should have called you and told you that we weren't going to do that."

"No...it's okay. There aren't any phones in the cabins anyway. But I'm just a little stunned by what you did instead, that's all."

"Maybe I should be asking if YOU'RE okay," Ann said with a coy smile.

"I'm fine...and I shouldn't say I'm stunned. I'm a big girl...and I've done my share of things on the kinky side of the bedroom. I'm just glad we could help you live out your plans for the evening."

"And you did," Ann said with her big toothy smile. "This place really is magical. I'm so glad we came here."

"And she did," I chimed in. "A lot!"

~*~*~*~*~*~

"Are you sure you're going to be able to make it to town," I asked Ann as I looked at her adjusting herself in the passenger seat for at least the tenth time since we started down the mountain from Estes Park.

"I told you, I'm fine. Besides, I thought you were going to stop a couple of times along the way."

"Stop...why would I stop?" I asked, thinking about the drive ahead, and needing to be in Omaha in time for the dinner reservation Tina had made for us.

"I was hoping you'd stop a couple of times to take some pictures, remember? I couldn't take them yesterday on the way up. AND, it's even prettier this morning because the sun is brighter."

And that it was. Even though it was still early, it was looking like it was going to be yet another brilliant blue skied day to travel. I glanced at Ann, and she was pouting a little, trying to get me to do what she couldn't do the day before while we were going the other direction on US 34. And Ann wasn't going to be able to do it herself. Not because she couldn't handle the camera if I stopped and we were still. It was because her hands were tied behind her back again.

"Okay, I'll stop a couple of times...but just a couple. You know we have a long day ahead, right?"

"Yes baby. Just like all the rest of them have been. But they've been great too, haven't they?"

I grinned as I nodded. "Yes...they have." Ann wiggled her ass in her seat again, and I said, "Maybe we should stop here and take one...then I can adjust that rope and loosen it a little."

"It's not the rope, Neil. I told you, my butt is a little tender from you spanking me last night."

"Are you serious? Did I do it too hard, or too much?"

"Neither. You were fine...so stop worrying about it. Like I said before, it's one of those little aches that hurt and make me feel good at the same time. And wet!" she added with a giddy little laugh.

"So you'd tell me if I was too hard on you?"

"I would say the word, Neil. You know, baby, when we do this, it isn't just going to be me trusting you. You have to trust ME TOO!"

When Ann said that, it sort of hit me upside the head like a brick. Our trust did have to go both ways. And that just wasn't when Ann and I were doing something sexual. Trusting each other was foundation of our relationship...and it was a full time gig. My ex never got that...but Ann did. She knew it, and she was reminding me of that.

So, I quit worrying so much about how Ann was feeling, at least physically. But I did hear her plea for me to take some pictures along the way. And truthfully, it would have been a shame not to, since it was such a spectacular drive. So, we went a little farther, until Ann saw a picturesque setting, and begged me to pull over. 

When I did, I rolled down my window to take a photo for her, which led to her asking me why I wasn't getting out of the car. The next thing I knew, I was not only outside the car to take the picture, Ann was too; and I was taking not only a picture of just the scenery, I was taking a second one of her posing with her hands tied behind her back. We did that two more times on the way down the mountain, with Ann wanting to capture more than the beauty that was Colorado. She also wanted just a few more pictures of, as she put it; the 'first time' that she was my love slave. 

Yet even though she emphasized it that way, we both knew it wasn't something we were going to do all that often. It was a fact that kind of went unsaid, but we both knew it. Yes, we would certainly do it again. But I think we both knew it wouldn't be as much fun, or as hot, if we did it very often. 

~*~*~*~*~*~

"Utah," Ann said quietly as she stared at the neatly folded pile of clothes at her feet on the floor of the car. We were parked in the parking lot of the same quaint little restaurant that we'd eaten dinner at the day before, and I'd just told Ann how she was going to end her first love slave experience. But instead of doing what I had in mind, she put on the brakes.

"What?" I said, a little surprised that she'd said our 'safe' word now.

"Utah, baby. I don't want to do this...okay? I just want to be with you and enjoy my breakfast, if that's okay. I don't want to..."

I touched Ann's face lovingly, stroking her cheek with the back of my fingers as I brushed aside her hair. "Ann, you don't have to explain. It's okay. We're done. You're Ann now. Here, let me help you so you can get dressed."

"Are you sure you're not disappointed," she asked as she turned in her seat to let me take off the rope that bound her wrists behind her back.

"Actually, I'm relieved."

"Relieved? I thought you were enjoying this?"

"I DID enjoy it Ann. I LOVED it. But we're back in Loveland, right back where we started. We did what I said we were going to do...it's time to move on to our next adventure now...whatever that might be."

"Okay...but you said you were relieved. Why?"

"Because we did it...all of it. But now that we're here, I'm ready to move on. I have to tell you, Ann...you being my love slave was amazing. It was intense, and I loved it...every second of it. And I'm pretty sure you did to. But in some ways, it's SO intense, that it kind of..."

"I know...in a way, it's more mentally exhausting than physically, isn't it?'

"Yeah...but it a good way. I loved having to think of ways to torment you, and to make you feel the way you wanted to feel," I said as I finished untying her hands and reached down for her to get her clothes. Handing Ann a pair of skintight black short shorts that were made from a stretchy material, I laughed. "I have to tell you, Ann...it may sound strange for me to say this, but I really feel like last night actually brought us even closer together. I mean..."

"OH MY GOD!" Ann said as she reached over and hugged me.

"W...what?" I stammered as I hugged her back.

Ann pulled back, a little tear appearing in the corner of her right eye as she got emotional. "Neil, I felt the same thing. I can't believe you felt that way too! I always feel your love...but I totally didn't expect that I'd feel it like I did last night, being your...plaything," she giggled. "Neil, I love you so much for doing this with me. I know it had to be hard for you at first...doing things like that to someone you love. It was like you were inside my head, giving me exactly what I needed every moment. I loved EVERY SINGLE THING you did to me."

"Everything?"

Ann kissed me excitedly, and said, "Yes...everything! Last night just reaffirmed to me, more than ever, that you really understand me."

"Well...I wouldn't go THAT far," I kidded. 

Ann grinned and punched me playfully on the arm. "You GET me Neil! And I get to be yours, forever!"

Ann put her heels through the leg holes of her shorts and pulled them up her body, leaning back on the seat with her back arched as she pulled them over the hips. In the process, her tits came into view a little as she lifted her body higher in the window of the car. But she didn't seem to care that she may be flashing a little. It was certainly better than making her get out of the car with her hands tied, and then untying her in the parking lot so she could get dressed there. That's what I'd told her to do, until she decided that she'd had enough.

And I was okay with that. Telling Ann what to do like I'd been doing WAS mentally draining. And yet, I really did feel closer to her for having experienced the whole thing. Ann unbuttoned the blouse I handed her, and she slipped it on gracefully. It was a black sleeveless one that was cropped at the bottom to show her flat tanned stomach. It really looked more like a vest once she had it on and buttoned up just enough buttons to cover her tits. 

Looking over at me, she smiled. "Let's go eat, baby. I'm starving!"

Walking into the restaurant, I shouldn't have been surprised that it was Elaine, our waitress from the night before, who was there to greet us at the makeshift little podium in the area near the cash register. She was practically beaming when she saw Ann walk in with me.

"Well, it looks like last night agreed with you, Ann...you look ravishing this morning. And happy too!"

"Thanks Elaine," Ann said with a shy little grin. "I am happy. It was a pretty nice night."

Elaine laughed as she took Ann's hand and lifted it up, looking at rope marks on her wrist. "I'd dare say it was a bit closer to naughty than nice. Wouldn't you?" she chuckled.

Ann giggled with her and said, "It was really both...and it was pretty incredible. Can I tell you something?" 

Elaine nodded and said, "Of course, dear."




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 58



Ann's hand touched the indentations the binding left on her skin, her fingers running through the little ridges it made. She was looking at it longingly, her tongue actually licking at her lips a little. "Seeing this and feeling it...it feels so naughty to me. I can't explain it."

Elaine smiled and said, "I like to think of them as merit badges that I earned, kind of a temporary reminder of what I did. And it does feel kind of sexy...at least I think it does."

"Really, you don't think it looks bad?" Ann said, genuinely looking for an opinion.

Flashing a naughty grin of her own, Elaine reached down and grabbed a pant leg of her black polyester waitress uniform, and lifted it up just a little. Ann and I glanced down at her ankle, just above her white sneakers and low cut socks. There, on her alabaster skin, was a series of red marks in a neat row, undoubtedly created by a thick, somewhat abrasive rope.

"Not if you don't think mine do," she said with a wink

Ann's mouth hit the floor, while I just let out a little chuckle. "You did that last night?" Ann asked in shock.

"I told you yesterday that you got me in the mood. So I called my husband, Harvey. He was ready for me when I got home." Ann looked at Elaine's wrist, and Elaine said, "We have a set of handcuffs that are covered with fur. Harvey used those instead. But looking at you, I kind of wish he hadn't!" she laughed. 

~*~*~*~*~*~

I was working on part of my second breakfast, chewing on some bacon while I looked across the booth at Ann. Well, it wasn't really my second one...more like one and a half. Ann and I were so hungry, we'd both ordered a breakfast of our own, and then we decided to share a big stack of blueberry pancakes. I was surprised she begged off on the coffee that Elaine had left on our table. I poured myself a second cup, but Ann was content with her orange juice as we talked over our night.

"So...did you sleep good?" I asked.

"Actually, other than waking up alone, I think I slept pretty well. But I'm still tired."

I held up the thermal coffeepot again, but Ann smiled and politely waved me off. Shrugging my shoulders, I said, "Well, last night had to be a little strenuous."

"Yeah, I'm still really sore...like I said, my legs, mostly. How about you? How did you sleep?"

"Okay. It's been a long time since I had to sleep on the wet spot," I said with a laugh. "Especially one that wet!"

"What are you talking about?" 

"On the couch...you came so much last night I felt like I was sleeping on a lake!"

"You slept on the cushions like that?" Ann said with a little sneer.

"Well, yeah. I told you I didn't want to wake you up. You needed to sleep more than I did. What else was I supposed to do?"

"I don't know...maybe turn the cushions over?"

My eyes opened wide, and I slapped my hand against my forehead. "Wow...do I feel dumb now."

Ann laughed and said, "Well, I wouldn't be too hard on yourself. I'm the one that woke up thinking I was still tied to the bed. I must have laid there for thirty minutes before I moved and realized you'd untied the ropes."

"So you slept like that all night?"

"Yes...that's why my legs are so sore. I had my legs spread for you for hours yesterday, baby. That should prove what a slut I am for you," she snickered.

"You were. You're not one now."

"But I will be again someday," Ann winked.

"And I'll treat you exactly like you want to be treated when it happens," I winked back. "And just for the record, I DID untie you. I wanted you to be able to move if you rolled over. I can't help that you didn't know it."

"I'm not upset with you. I was just letting you know that you weren't the only one that could have gotten a better night's sleep. That's all."

"What, by letting YOU sleep on the wet spot?" I laughed.

"I'll gladly sleep on the wet spot, as long as you sleep next to me next time. Don't ever worry about waking me up when you come to bed, Neil. I'd rather wake up because you're coming to bed WITH me than wake up to find you're not there."

Ann and I talked about that comment for a little while. It weighed on her mind, because she knew that at some point, after we were married, I'd be switching shifts as part of my job. In fact, I'd be rotating every 4 weeks. So, there would be times...actually, stretches of time, where I would be climbing into bed when she was already asleep. And there would also be stretches of time when she'd be waking up alone. 

While that in and of itself didn't bother Ann, the thought that I might not join her in bed whenever I had the opportunity, just for the sake of not wanting to wake her up...did. I knew that Ann would be able handle those times when we didn't get to sleep together as much as we wanted. Not sex, mind you. I had no doubt that we'd find wonderful and inventive ways to have sex no matter what shift I happened to be working. What we'd be missing if I didn't come to bed with Ann was the beautiful connection you get from just sleeping next to the one you love. 

Ann was a strong, independent woman; one of the most secure, self-confident people I'd ever met. Being able to handle me working the odd shift structure my job was something we'd talked about at length, and I had no doubts that Ann would be able to deal with it. Probably better than I was going to adjust to it myself. But she was right. Not lying next to her whenever I had the opportunity would be a needless sacrifice...for both of us. 

"Okay, Ann. I promise I'll always come to bed with you when I come home late. But you have to promise to always lie on the wet spot," I kidded.

"If you make me cum like you did last night on the couch, we'll BOTH be lying on it!"

"Well then, I guess we both will, because I'm going to make sure that happens again, babe," I said, smiling confidently. Ann let out a little sigh. It was almost wistful in the way she expressed herself, and I could see the longing in her sparkling brown eyes. "What are you thinking about, sweetie?"

"About you...and me."

"What about you and me?"

"There was a time, when I was in High School, that I dreamed of the day you'd make me cum for real, Neil. You'd make me feel like a woman, and you'd give me so much pleasure...pleasure that I couldn't give myself."

"I had the same dream about you, Ann. We've talked about this."

"I know...just listen, okay. In those dreams I would only cum once. And that was because whenever I'd fantasize about you, I'd make myself cum, and then I'd fall asleep. Or, I'd get dressed...or, whatever. The bottom line was I'd make myself cum...but just once."

"Well, that's probably natural when you're masturbating, Ann." 

"I suppose. But then, I moved to California. And in the course of blossoming from a teenager into a woman..."

"Blossoming," I said a smirk.

Ann reached across the table and smacked me on the forearm. "Fine...have it your way. When I started to FUCK...it was the same. I only came once. Or course, unless I was with one of those selfish bastards that came first and left me literally high and dry. Anyway, I only came once, because I didn't think I could cum more than that. I never dreamed I'd have multiple orgasms."

I smiled when Ann said that, thinking about how maybe I HAD helped her blossom in my own way.

Ann moved her hand down to mine, grasping it...squeezing it tenderly. "Then I went back to Indiana, and I met you again. And you brought me back to that place in my mind where I was a teenager. You took me back to my past in a way, and gave me that pleasure I'd dreamed about, times a million. You showed me what I was missing all those years in California."

I shook my head a little and said, "Ann, what are you getting at?"

"Well, I thought that was how my life was going to be with you, at least when it came to sex. But last night...last night was ridiculous, Neil. When you put that vibrator inside me and turned in on...I don't think I really STOPPED cumming once I started. I can't even describe to you how intense that was. My clit actually hurt from cumming so hard and so much...and yet I loved that it hurt. I wanted more. I don't know what to call it, but that was more than a multiple orgasm...it was WAY beyond that. And I don't know how many times I came last night all together...I just know it seemed like more than all the ones I ever had in California combined." 

"You're exaggerating."

Smiling, Ann nodded and said, "Maybe a little...but I hope you weren't. I hope you were serious."

"About what?"

"About making sure you make me cum so much that we both have to sleep on the wet spot."

I grinned and said, "I don't think that's really going to happen."

Ann looked at me, a little disappointed. "Really?"

"Nope! The next time I make you cum that much, I'll remember to flip over the cushions, or the mattress."

~*~*~*~*~*~

I was listening to my Def Leppard 'Hysteria' tape for the third time around, too lazy to bother to switch the stereo over to the radio, or to get out a different cassette to listen to. It didn't really matter to me. I loved the tape, and it was great driving music to keep me going. And Ann didn't seem to mind, since she was asleep.

In fact, Ann had been asleep most of the trip. She was awake at first, for about the first half hour after we left Loveland. But she lowered her seat as much as she could, took off her heels, and curled up in the passenger seat. 

She woke up long enough for me to take a few nude pictures next to the road sign welcoming us to Nebraska, but when we finished, she had said she was still pretty tired and sore, and she asked if I minded if I drove another hour so she could catnap just a little longer. Of course I didn't mind. The reason she was tired to begin with was because of what I'd put her through. She deserved to sleep for giving so much of herself, and for giving me so much pleasure in the process.

So, I drove, my hand tapping on the steering wheel in time with the bass beat of 'Animal' as we neared Omaha. The windows were up, since it was later in the evening. I kept glancing at the clock on the dashboard, and checking every mileage sign that I passed. We'd crossed over from Mountain to Central time, so I'd lost an hour, and I was trying to do the math to figure out when we'd get there, wanting to make sure we wouldn't be late for Tina's plans for our evening. She had a reservation for us at 8:00 local time, and I figured we'd need at least a little time to freshen up, get ready, and then find the place. 

I'd passed another mileage road sign, and I was redoing the math, because it didn't seem to make since. "We can't be getting there that early," I said in my head as I looked at the clock.

When I passed the next sign, I calculated our arrival time again, and I grinned ear to ear. In the words I'd heard my father say on practically every trip we ever took as a family, we were 'making good time.' I looked at the speedometer to see how fast I was going, and I was about 8 miles above the speed limit, which was where I tended to cruise. But we seemed to be going faster. And a big part of that was the wind.

Ann and I had been fortunate so far on our trip. We'd had picture perfect weather every day we drove. And really, it was still great. The skies were clear, and the temperature was mild, in the middle 70's. But somewhere near North Platte, Nebraska, we'd picked up a tail wind, and it had gotten stronger as we drove east. Now, we were having gusts, and I could tell by the way the tiny car was being moved around, they were strong ones. My guess was they were in the 30 to 40 MPH range, but it was hard to tell while I was driving.

The only time it caused a real problem was when the interstate turned a little north or south, and we'd get a sudden crosswind. With the car weighted down somewhat by being packed so full, it wasn't too hard to control, but there were a couple of big bursts of wind that had me gripping the wheel a little tighter than normal. And I was dealing with that more and more, as we'd turned northeast once we'd passed Lincoln, heading toward Omaha.

Still, as much as that was a pain in the ass, I was still pressing down on the gas. At the rate we were going, it really looked like we were going to make it to the hotel we'd be staying at by 6:30. What I thought was going to take us eleven hours to drive was going to take us a little less than ten.

And just the thought of that got me excited. "I wonder what we can do with that spare time?" I said to myself as I looked over at Ann, still sleeping peacefully in her seat. 



Ann: A Love Story Ch. 59



"Wait here baby, I'll go check us in," I whispered to Ann, who was awake, but a still little groggy.

"Okay," she said softly as she smiled at me, her eyes open but glassy.

Ann had slept the vast majority of our trip from Colorado to Omaha. She was awake when we left Loveland, but she drifted off about a half hour into the trip. I roused her at the state line so we could take the now obligatory pictures by the roadside sign welcoming us to Nebraska. And that was interesting, because even though she was tired, she was surprising energetic while the camera was on her naked body. She did her poses perfectly, flirting with me through the lens.

Yet once we were back at the car, and she was putting on her clothes, Ann asked if she continue her nap. And I didn't have a problem with that...I could see the fatigue that she was feeling wash back over her body once I'd put away the camera. She'd only asked for another hour to sleep, and she said she'd drive the rest of the way once she woke up. But I knew she was exhausted. She had to be after what I had put her through the night before at the cabin in Estes Park. It was a wonderful, memorable night, but it took its toll on Ann physically...and mentally. So much so that her body was telling her to shut down and recharge.

She'd woken up just once between the state line west of North Platte, Nebraska, and the point just outside of Omaha where we'd be staying for the night. I had pulled off the interstate for gas, and Ann felt the car stop. She shuffled inside the convenience store part of the gas station to pee. When she came back out, I saw her eyes, still just half open. I nodded toward the passenger side of the car, letting her know it was okay for her to get in on that side. She was back asleep before I finished navigating the onramp back onto the interstate.

Ann woke up for good when we were a little more than halfway between Lincoln and our final destination of Omaha. We were traveling in the left hand lane, heading northeast along I-80, and we'd been experiencing high winds for hours as we headed dead east. But now that we'd turned more toward the north, those gusts had become crosswinds. Most of them weren't a problem...the car was packed, and that weighed it down a little. Still, I had both hands on the steering wheel at that point, just to be safe. 

We got hit with a sudden gust that had to be close to 50 miles per hour, hitting the side of the little Honda Civic, and pushing us over the centerline between lanes. It felt more like strong turbulence in an airplane, pushing us around with a heavy jolt. Fortunately, there were no cars on the other lane, and I was able to hold the car stable and bring it back to our side of the road smoothly. But it still rocked the car hard enough that it woke Ann up, startled and confused. 

"What was THAT?" she said at the time, suddenly scared and gasping for air.

I responded by putting my hand on her thigh for a second, saying, "It's okay, babe. It's gotten really windy, and we just got hit by a gust, that's all. Don't worry...we're going to be getting off the interstate really soon. We're almost there." Then I put my hand back on the wheel in case we got another gust of wind. 

When I had said that to Ann she got a bewildered look on her face...but then again, she was still in that foggy state when you wake up from a deep sleep. She didn't think when I'd said that we were 'almost there', that I meant we were almost to where we were going to be spending the night. She thought I was talking about a place to eat lunch. But lunchtime would have been 5 to 6 hours before. I hadn't bothered to stop, because Ann was sleeping, and I'd eaten such a huge breakfast that I wasn't really hungry. Instead, I just kept driving, making good time along the way.

I could tell Ann was confused, but she just needed time to wake up. Having slept so long, and not knowing it, was making it difficult for her to adjust to. Heck, she was having a hard enough time just sitting up straight. If I didn't know better, I would have thought she was a little inebriated. But this was just one of those times where she needed a moment, so she sat still, not saying anything. She was letting things come to her, sitting still with her eyes open as her systems sort of rebooted.

~*~*~*~*~*~

We'd just pulled under the awning of the hotel we'd be staying at for the night. It wasn't a mainstream chain hotel. This was a local one, and it appeared to be a rather nice one at that. It wasn't big, and it wasn't grand. It was modest and comfortable. And I wondered how Nancy and Tina found it.

Telling Ann I was going to check in, I walked inside the small lobby towards the front desk. A young guy who looked to be in his mid 20's was behind the counter, dutifully doing some mundane task that I'm sure was important only to his boss. He looked up as he heard the door, and gave me a warm, polite smile as I approached the counter.

"Welcome sir, how may I help you?" he asked, which caught me by surprise. Not that he asked...it was more of how he asked; his voice thick with a British accent. And that was not something I had expected in the middle of Nebraska.

"I have a reservation, under the name Thomas."

"Ah yes, Mr. Thomas. We've been expecting you."

"Yeah...I get that a lot," I said with a laugh, thinking about how that was now becoming an expected line every time I went someplace. From having it said to Tina and I several times on the trip that Ann had set up for us, to now having that reversed a little as it happening to me and Ann on the adventure Tina was directing...it seemed normal to hear it. 

But Charles, the manager on duty, at least, according to his nametag, didn't know that. He heard my reply, and said, "Pardon me, sir?"

"Nothing...I just seem to have a lot of people expecting me, that's all."

"Oh...on your holiday. Yes, I would imagine you have. Miss Roberts seems to be quite the travel secretary...very precise with her details."

"Miss Roberts? Oh, you mean Tina?"

"Yes sir. As I said, she's quite the taskmaster when it comes to details. But I trust you'll find that we've been able to accommodate everything she's requested for you and Miss Franklin to enjoy your stay here in Omaha." 

I smiled, letting out a little chuckle, which caused Charles to give me an odd smile in return. "Sorry...Charles," I said as I looked at his nametag again to make sure he knew how I knew his name. "I just didn't expect someone with your accent...and when you said 'here in Omaha'...well, it kind of hit me funny."

"Quite all right, Mr. Thomas. I seem to get THAT quite a lot," he said in good humor.

"You can call me Neil," I said, trying to appear more gracious than I had been, what with the laughter and all.

He handed me the check in paper, and handed me a pen. "Sign and date at the bottom, Neil."

I scribbled my signature, and he filed the paperwork and reached into a cabinet and handed me a key. I got a glimpse inside it when he opened the doors, and there were only two keys left inside, the vast majority of the little pegs being empty.

"Looks like you have a full house tonight," I said as he handed it to me.

"There's a rodeo in town. Most of the inns are booked full, including ours." 

I couldn't help but snicker when he said 'rodeo' and he smiled. "I appear to amuse you."

"I'm so sorry, Charles. It's just a little surreal. But that was pretty rude of me."

"Nonsense...I have a sense of humor. Most Brits do...how else might one explain Monty Python? And I suppose it is a little absurd when you think about it."

"I don't think it's absurd. I just found it funny. Thanks for being a good sport about it. So, this rodeo...I don't suppose that's what Tina has in mind for our night, is it?"

Charles smiled politely and said, "I'm not at liberty to say what it is, but I can assure you, Neil, it's a little more stylish than the rodeo. You'll find everything you need in your suite. The limousine is to arrive in ninety minutes."

"Limousine?" 

"As I said...your evening is going to be rather stylish. I have you in the bridal suite. I know you're engaged to be betrothed, and the nuptials haven't taken place yet...but I thought you wouldn't mind considering the circumstances. Top floor...end of hall to the left once you exit the lift."

"Lift? Oh...elevator!"

"Sorry...sometimes I forget to Americanize my English."

"It's fine, Charles, I knew what you meant. I'll see you in a little while."

"Very good. Please enjoy your stay, and do let me know if you or Miss Franklin need my assistance with anything. I'm working the night shift, so I'm at the desk until 8 tomorrow morning."

~*~*~*~*~*~

Ann was awake and alert as we rode up the elevator to our floor. In fact, she was animated; a whole host of emotions running through her as she bounced up and down on her heels. First, she was excited to be upright and out of the car, having been curled up asleep in the passenger seat most of the day. And, she was happy to be at the hotel, knowing that some kind of adventure might lie ahead...or at the very least, she and I would be together, which was something we were both looking forward to.

But Ann was mostly animated because she was upset with herself, miffed over sleeping the entire day away. "I still can't believe you had to drive all day today, Neil," she said in a disappointed tone.

"Ann, I told you...it's okay. I've driven farther than that by myself before. It's not a big deal."

"Yeah, but you also didn't have anybody to talk to."

I put my arm around her shoulder, squeezing her into my body. "I just said I've driven farther...by myself. It's okay. We're here, and now you're rested. And you obviously needed it, right?" 

Ann nodded as she leaned her head against my shoulder, and sighed. "I promise I'll make it up to you, baby."

"There's nothing to make up, Ann. I'm taking care of you right now."

"Why would you need to do that?" 

"I don't NEED to...I want to. And I want to, because of what you did for me last night."

"Neil, we talked about that. I loved it, and it was what I wanted to do. Besides, it's not like I'm going to do that every week, so I don't want you thinking..."

I turned Ann in my arms, kissing her deeply as the elevator came to a stop on the top floor. "I know we're not going to do that every week, babe. But when we do, I don't think it's too much to ask that I pamper you the next day...okay? Now, not another word...we don't have a lot of time before the limo comes for us."

"The limo?" Ann said, getting animated again. I could see the excitement in her eyes as I took her hand and led her down the hall to our suite.

And it was quite a suite. It wasn't huge by normal standards, but that was because of the age of the hotel. Being an older, established place, the rooms were smaller just by the nature of the way hotels were built at the time. But it made up for the lack of actual floor space with the amenities it had...the room was spectacular. There was a kitchenette, a wet bar, and an open living area that made great use of the limited space with furnishings that hugged the walls. It was more of a cushioned pit than a couch. 

Ann looked at it and smiled. "Oooh...we might be sleeping there tonight, in front of the windows."

The windows she referred to were big and open, taking up the far wall. But that was before we walked into the bedroom. Again, it wasn't big...but it seemed endless as we stood in the doorway. 

I smiled as I looked at Ann, who turned to look at me. "Never mind...we're sleeping here," she said with a giggle.

Centered in the room was the biggest bed I'd ever seen. It was hard to say how big it was, because it wasn't traditional. It was round, about 15 feet in diameter, and it was covered with a plush red velvet bedspread. It looked like a huge red trampoline in the middle of the room. In fact, there appeared to be several of them, all over. 

That effect was caused by the reflection of the bed in the mirrors that covered the walls. Each wall was mirrored from top to bottom, including the wall closet on the left side of the room. There was also a large round mirror on the ceiling, directly over the bed. Circling that mirror were twelve spot lights embedded in the ceiling, which were wired to a dimmer switch on the wall to allow for changes in the intensity of the lighting, depending on the mood. 

I pulled Ann close to me and said, "I think we should fuck in here, and then sleep in the other room looking out at the stars."

A little shiver ran through Ann as she held me close. "God, I love you, Neil." Taking a step further inside the bedroom, Ann did a little spin. "This room is so sexy. I'm wet just looking at it."

"You're wet all the time babe. And I'm about to make you wetter. Come on," I said as I grabbed her hand, pulling her towards the bathroom.

The bathroom was surprisingly big when compared to the rest of the rooms in the suite. It had both an enclosed glass shower and a large tub big enough for two. I started running the water for Ann, and told her to get undressed. She let out a little shriek of joy as she started taking off the limited amount of clothes she had on, waiting for the tub to fill up. I poured in some scented bath oil under the running faucet, and the steam of the water filled the bathroom with the wonderful fragrance.

Once the water was ready, I had Ann slip into the tub. Once she had, I put a folded towel on the edge of the tub and had her lie back against it, using it like a pillow under her neck. Then, I pulled out the blindfold I'd used the night before.

"What are you doing, sweetie?" she asked innocently.

"We don't have a lot of time to get ready. I want you to soak in the tub for a little bit...and don't take off the blindfold. Okay?"

"Sure," she said confidently.

Once she had it on, I stripped off my clothes and turned on the shower. "What are you doing?" she asked.

"Getting myself ready. No peeking...I want you to relax. I'll be with you in a little bit."

"Okay," she said disappointedly, presumably because she thought I was going to join her in the tub. 

I hopped into the shower, and went about my duties quickly. When I'm motivated, I can take a shower in about 5 minutes, including shaving my crotch and washing my hair. I'd honed that skill in college, when I'd often stay out too late, and then had to get up in a rush the next day to get to an early class. And I'd perfected it over the years once I got out of school and got a job. I loved to take longer showers and take my time, but I found being able take an express shower came in handy on occasion...this being one of them.

I'd noticed an envelope on the top of the wet bar as soon as we entered the room, and I knew that was from Tina...through Charles downstairs. He's said everything we'd need was in the room, and I assumed it was in that envelope. As I got out of the shower, I toweled off halfway, and I slipped out of the bathroom to find out what was inside the package.

Ann didn't notice that I'd left, or if she did, she didn't say anything. She was soaking in the tub, humming happily to herself. I made my way to the bar, and opened the envelope. There inside, were instructions on where we would be staying the next night. I was stunned, but happily so. But as amazing as that adventure was going to be, I was more surprised by what Tina had in store for the night. 

And I was surprised, because she didn't tell me. It simply said that it would all be taken care of, and that we just needed to go with the flow, and enjoy the evening. There was one hint though, which said I was to go to the closet in the bedroom. Heading back in, I quietly slid open the first of the two big heavy mirrored doors, but found it to be empty. 

Going to the other side, I opened the other door, and found two hanging bags inside, with a note attached to each of them. One had my name on it, and it said I was to use what was inside...and then leave it when I was finished for the evening. The other bag had Ann's name on it, and it said that the contents were hers to keep.

I put both of the garment bags on the bed, and went back into the bathroom. Throwing the towel on the floor to use as a pad, I kneeled beside the tub and took a soft wash sponge, dipping it in the water. Grabbing a bottle of body wash, I lathered up the sponge. Ann moaned as my hands touched her skin as I started to bathe her beautiful tanned body. 

Taking as much time as I thought I could, I cleaned my lover, pampering her as best as I could as I moved from place to place. I tried to be tender, knowing parts of her were still sore from the previous night. I looked at her wrists, and there were still some marks from the ropes that bound her. They were very faint...not nearly as noticeable as they were earlier in the day. Yet I remembered her talking to Elaine at the restaurant earlier in the day, and indeed, they did look sexy in their own way...like a badge of honor.

When I finished with Ann's body, I moved to her head, washing and conditioning her hair. I took off the blindfold, but she kept her eyes closed as she sat up so I could take my hands and pour water over her head. She was mewling as my fingers massaged her scalp, making it tingle along with the rest of her body. I loved the way her hair felt; wet and silky, just like her skin. I rinsed her hair thoroughly, and then I had her stand up and get out of the tub for me.

Much like she'd done for me a few nights before in Sacramento, I dried Ann off from her feet, up her body, making her warm and dry along the way. But instead of taking her bed once we were done, I took her by the bed, and showed her the bag waiting for her.

"What's that?" she asked.

"I'm assuming it's what you're supposed to wear for the evening. I have one too...see?"

Ann started clapping, and she jumped up and down a little, making her breasts bounce enticingly. "I LOVE this!" she yelped. Then she took off for the bathroom again.

"Where are you going?" I said, stunned that she ran away.

"I need to finish getting ready. You said we're going somewhere in a limo, so it's obvious we're going out. Unless you planned to do my hair and makeup, I need to get moving. I don't want to see what's inside yet, but take it out and let me know what we're looking at. Please?"

I hung the bag on the edge of the door to the bedroom and unzipped it. It was a dress. A stunning red one. Ann heard the zipper being pulled, and said, "So...is it a dress, or a pants suit...or..."

"It's a dress, Ann. I really think you're going to like it, if it fits."

"It'll fit. I have total faith in Tina...she's been so incredible so far, don't you think?"

Pulling the dress out to look at it in more detail, I grinned. "Yes...she...has," I said as I thought how Ann was going to look in it.

"What color is it baby?" she yelled from the other room.

"It's red."

"FUCK!" Ann snapped.

"What? It's gorgeous, Ann. You're going to look so hot in this thing."

"Not if I don't do something about my nails. Come here and help me...quick!"

~*~*~*~*~*~

It might have been the strangest thing I'd ever done. Curled up on a towel, lying naked on the bathroom floor, I was taking little cotton balls and soaking them in nail polish remover. I was working on taking off the bright yellow polish on Ann's toes. She'd finished doing her hair, and she was applying her makeup as I slaved away at her feet. And that's a little what it felt like; I was a servant, dutifully working to make his queen more beautiful.

When I finished Ann's feet, I stood up and took her left hand, working on her fingernails. She said she'd take care of the other hand once I got done. So, once I'd finished all that I could do for Ann, I went into the other room and opened my own bag, pulling out what I was supposed to wear for the evening. To say I was surprised would be an understatement.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 59



"I wish I had more time. I feel naked without having my nails painted," I heard Ann say from the bathroom.

"You ARE naked," I laughed as I finished getting dressed.

"You know that I mean. I just like the way nail polish makes me feel, and I don't want to look underdressed," she said as she walked out of the bathroom. She stopped quickly, staring at me as I finished adjusting my tie.

"You're wearing a tux!" she said with a grin.

"And you're wearing THAT!" I said, pointing at her dress, hanging on the door. She turned and looked, her mouth flying open as her hand came up to cover it. "I don't think you need to worry about not having nail polish on babe. Everyone's going to be dropping their jaws just like you are when they see you in that."

Ann started giggling uncontrollably, like a little girl opening her new Malibu Barbie set on Christmas morning. She took the hanger off the door, and raced back into the bathroom, shutting the door.

"I'LL JUST BE A MINUTE!" she screamed from behind the door.

"I hope...we need to head downstairs soon."

Ann came back out a few minutes later, and it was my turn to open my mouth. But nothing came out...all I could do was grin in awe at how beautiful she looked in her new evening gown. Ann smiled as I stared, her lips coated with a perfect shade of red lipstick to match her new outfit. She did a little spin for me, like she tended to do when she was showing herself off for me. And she was showing off...mostly skin. 

It was a floor length sleeveless evening gown that clung tight to her body on the upper half to just below her waist, with the bottom half seeming to flow. The dress hung low on the front, something I'd come to love. It scooped down to show her navel as it split a wide 'V' between her breasts, going a few inches past that to near the top of her bikini line. I craned my neck a little to see if I could see any of her golden strip of pubic hair, to no avail. But I'm sure it wasn't that far out of view.

As Ann turned, the first thing I noticed was that he dress was slit up both sides. The slit went up to the middle of her hip, offering a view of her entire leg as she moved. In fact, there was kind of a gap in the dress, another 'V' shaped opening...or an 'A', since it was upside down. It started at that point on her hip, and tapered down until there was a 4-inch wide space near her knees, and going even wider to the floor. The gap made sure she would flash a lot of leg with each step, or even standing still.

When Ann turned her back to me, I moaned. Her entire sexy bare back was exposed as the dress cut around at her hips, hugging her ass very snugly...looking like it had been glued in place. My eyes honed in on that tight ass and the half inch or so of crack that was showing...and I'm sure I licked my lips a little as I moaned. Being an ass man, I couldn't take my eyes off it, and I felt myself getting hard. 

Ann looked over her shoulder with a coy smile and said, "Can you see it, baby?"

"Yes, Ann...I can," I laughed.

"Is it too much, or do I need to go back and see if I can get it to ride a little higher?"

"I love it...I think it's sexy."

"But it's not going to..."

"Ann, we don't know anybody in Omaha, so why does it matter?"

"Uh...actually, I do. But I doubt we'll see them."

"Who do you know in Omaha?" I asked, surprised that she'd said that.

"I tell you later. So, you're sure you don't think it's too trashy?"

"Ann, I think you look elegant. Besides, plumbers show more of the crack of their ass than you're showing, and I would go out on a limb and say yours would be one people wouldn't mind staring at."

Ann reached behind her and gripped her dress with both hands. Pulling at the material, she made a quick readjustment. Looking back over her shoulder, she said "There...is that better?"

I laughed and said, "Yes, babe. That's MUCH better."

She had lowered the back of her dress a little more, offering about an inch of crack for me to view. I had no idea if she'd keep it that way for the night, but the fact that she was starting our night being that daring made my cock throb.

Ann's sexy smile showed a confidence that astounded me. "Good. I'm glad you like it. We better get going...I need to get my red heels out of the car."

I reached into the garment bag that was still hanging on the door and pulled out a pair of red shoes. They were sandals, with red spiked heels, and they had a lace strap that criss-crossed up the calf to just below the knee.

Ann jumped up and down again, and raced over to me. I had her sit on the bed, and kneeled down beside it. Ann lifted her foot, and I played Prince to Ann's Cinderella, placing the shoes on her delicate feet and lacing them up her sexy legs. When I'd finished, Ann stood up and walked over to one of the mirrored walls, looking at how the shoes looked with the dress. Because of the slits on the side, the laces were totally visible, and they made her legs look even more incredible than they normally were, which was saying something.

Ann sighed as she posed and looked at them. "I feel so sexy," she said to herself. I don't think she intended me to hear her, but she caught my reflection in one of the many angles off the walls and she saw me smiling at her comment.

"That's because you are," I said softly back to her.

Ann turned to me, her eyes welling up. "And you're so handsome, Neil. God you look amazing in that tux."

"This old thing? Just something I threw on," I kidded.

Ann walked back over to me and stood on her toes, pulling my head to hers for a tender kiss. It was soft, and wet...and electric. We both felt the jolt run through us as our lips touched. Ann licked her lips as she moved back.

"I think we're in for an incredible evening, Neil."

So did I, and I had no idea what where we were going.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Ann and I were riding in the back of a nice black limousine, heading to an unknown destination. But the driver, who oddly enough was a very hot young woman named Molly, knew where we were going. Charles had made the arrangements for Tina, and had hired the limo service on her behalf. He had also given Molly the instructions for the evening, with explicit directions NOT to tell us anything. And she was great at doing her job.

Molly had kept the privacy window down between her and the spacious back of the car where Ann and I were sitting. It was a decked out limo, having a bar with a fridge, a television and VCR, a big moon roof, and huge plush seats that were more like a big couch. I took a couple of pictures of the inside, having brought the camera bag, just in case. I even took one of Ann posing next to the car when she got ready to get in, wanting to capture that memory for us.

Ann was lounging, her legs crossed underneath her dress. I had my feet crossed as I had my arm around her, and as we rode, Molly made small talk along the way. We found her to be very personable. She was as funny and charming as she was pretty, and she was a gracious host. She was also a talker, which made the ride even more fun and relaxing.

We learned that Molly was a college student that drove the limo as a side job. She was 21, and she'd gotten her chauffeur's license a couple of years before when she drove a delivery van for a catering service during her summers. When she needed a job during school, she tried a couple of things that didn't fit well with her schedule. She said that one day she pulled out her license when she got carded at a bar, and the waitress commented on it being the chauffeur variety, and made a joke about her being a designated driver, wondering where the limo was parked.

Molly commented that she had kind of a light bulb moment, and she started exploring the idea of actually driving a limo.

"And the rest is history," she giggled. 

"So where are we going?" Ann said, for like the tenth time.

"Out on the town," Molly answered again, the same way she had all the other times.

"So you're really not going to tell us?"

"That's right. I need my job, and Charles uses me a lot. I don't want to blow his trust. Besides, we're almost there."

Ann started to say something else, but I changed the subject, saying, "So...who do you know besides Molly that lives in Omaha?"

"What?" Ann said, her head moving back a little when she looked at me, acting as if I was nuts.

"You said earlier that you knew someone that lived here, but you doubted we'll see them. Who were you talking about?"

"Oh...that," Ann said, her voice sounding like I'd just brought up an old boyfriend she wanted to forget.

Molly's ears perked up and she said, "That doesn't sound good."

"It's nothing like that," Ann said, knowing what we both were thinking. She turned to me and said, "Whatever you do, you can't tell my parents we stayed in Omaha, okay? Tell them we stayed somewhere else."

"Like where?" I asked. 

Molly chimed in, saying, "You could say you stayed in Lincoln. It's not THAT far from here, but it's far enough that it wouldn't seem like stretch to say you stayed there instead. Or, Iowa is just across the river. You could say you stayed somewhere over there."

I smiled at Molly, who was talking faster than she was driving, which was pretty quick. I looked back at Ann and said, "Sure...I'll do that. But WHY am I doing it?"

Ann looked down at the floor, and said, "My Aunt lives her...with her husband."

"You're Aunt? And your Uncle?"

Ann put up her hand, a stern look on her face. "NO! I said my Aunt...and her husband! That man is NOT my Uncle."

"But...she's married, right? I don't get it."

"It's my Mom's sister, Sharon. She divorced my Uncle Ted years ago. And then she married...Larry." As she said Larry's name, you could feel the contempt in her voice.

"I take it your not fond of Larry," Molly said.

"He's Dale, just older," Ann snapped, referring to her Cousin Valerie's husband. The one that I attempted to set straight in California. Ann looked at Molly and said, "I'm sorry...you don't know who Dale is."

"Sure I do, Ann. We ALL know a Dale. I'm guessing fat and lazy, and a bit of a womanizer."

Ann nodded with a hurt smile, letting her know she was right. "Wow...that was pretty perceptive."

"I'm a psychology major. I try to pay attention to people, and feel what they're saying."

Ann sighed and said, "Larry broke up my Aunt and Uncle's marriage...well, she did too. But it ruined my cousin's lives when they were little. I still can't believe they had to live with that fat bastard! Uncle Ted was a sweet man, and the affair crushed him. He was never the same after that, and I'll never forgive Aunt Sharon for doing that to him. I can't be like my Mom."

"So, she likes Larry?" I said, referring to Jean, Ann's mother.

"No...but she loves her sister. And she overlooked what Aunt Sharon did; pretended it didn't happen like it did. But I was old enough to know better...and I couldn't look the other way. Just another thing my Mom and I didn't see eye to eye on growing up. Anyway, if Mom knew we stayed here, she'd ask why we didn't stay with Aunt Sharon. Hell, she's going to ask why we didn't stop to say 'Hi' when she realizes we just drove through here."

"It's no big deal, Ann. We can just say we drove though here when you were asleep...and we stayed in Iowa. Okay? I don't want you worrying about that," I said as I took her hand.

Ann looked at me with a sweet smile, and kissed me on the cheek.

Molly spoke up and said, "I think you should just tell her you stayed here, and you didn't want to see her."

"Yeah, right," Ann scoffed.

"I'm serious, Ann. You don't seem like the kind of person that would lie just to avoid dealing with something unpleasant. You have more integrity than that. Both of you do...I can feel it."

Ann sat there for a second, and said, "You know what Molly...you're right. That's how I would have acted before."

"What do you mean, before?" I asked.

"Before YOU, Neil. I'm different now. If I don't want to see Aunt Sharon, I don't want to see her."

"Frankly, from what you've told me, I don't want to see her either. I lived through an affair, and I don't care to be around people that not only did it, they ended up with the guy they had it with."

Molly's face lit up in the rear view mirror. "See...now you can be honest about it. And with it being the two of you, I doubt your Mom would argue...especially if Neil went through something similar."

"Wow, Molly...that's actually a weight off my shoulders. I don't know how to thank you," Ann said.

"No problem...happy to help," Molly answered, kind of happily bobbing up and down on her seat.

"No seriously, I feel like I should thank you some way."

"Well, it will have to wait until later...we're here," Molly said as she whipped the car in front of a big building with a big covered awning in front to drive beneath. Stopping, she reached back and handed me an envelope through the window. "Here you go...this will get you inside. You don't have to worry about paying here. Charles said it's added to the bill at the hotel, just like me. So, just go have a good time, and I'll be here when you get done."

Molly got out and opened the door for us near the sidewalk. As I stepped out, I held out my hand for Ann, who took her time getting up in her dress. "Where are we?" I said, looking at Molly in her sharp black uniform. 

It was a blazer, and a short skirt, over top of a white dress shirt with red tie. She was wearing black pumps, and she even had one of those stylish caps, which looked rather sexy with her blond curly hair hanging to her shoulders. Molly had a very hard, toned body from what I could see, and her dimples popped up on her cheeks as she smiled at us.

"You'll see when you get inside. I'll see you in a couple of hours."

"A couple of hours?" Ann said, wondering what we were about to do. "I was hoping we'd be getting back to that room pretty soon."

Knowing what she was thinking about, I held out my elbow for Ann, and she slipped her hand inside. "We've got as much time as we want tonight Ann. Let's not worry about how late it might get. I want to enjoy this...and you."

~*~*~*~*~*~

"That was SO MUCH FUN!" Ann said as we walked out of the lobby, into the windy Nebraska night.

"I never would have thought to take you there. Or anything like it," I shamefully admitted.

"Did you like it?" Ann said breathlessly.

"Oh my God! Yes...I loved it!"

I hugged Ann tight, my hands caressing her bare back. I let them slip down toward her ass, coming closer and closer to the top of her exposed crack, letting my fingers rest there. Men had been leering at Ann all evening, and I laughed when I caught a couple of them getting smacked on the arm by their respective wives. But with her in my arms, everything around us went dark. It was like it was just the two of us alone, instead of being on the sidewalk out in front of an emptying theater.

And it was a theater in the strictest sense; a dinner theater. Tina had gotten us tickets to see a musical production, and Ann and I had spent the last couple hours watching a local theatre company put on a spectacular rendition of "Seven Brides for Seven Brothers." And we watched it while dining on a delicious 5-course meal. The dinner was perfect, and the acting and singing were a pleasant surprise.

When we'd first walked in, and I pulled the tickets out of the envelope, my stomach dropped. It wasn't what I thought we might be doing. But then I caught a glimpse of Ann and me as we passed a huge mirror on the wall; the kind with a detailed, ornate frame painted in gold. As I gazed at our reflection, something hit me. With me in my tux, and Ann looking radiant in her evening gown, it was like I was transported back in time.

I could see us as a couple in the 50's, heading to Broadway to see the opening of the latest hit production. In my mind I pictured big cars with tail fins passing us by on rain soaked streets as Ann and I strolled together along the theater district. And just that quick image flashing through my head was enough to change my mind about being there. In Charles' words, we were about to experience something 'stylish'. Classy was the word I would have chosen.

And it was both of those, and then some. We'd had a marvelous time, and it seemed to pass a lot quicker than we had expected. And now that we were outside, Ann was wired. After sleeping most of the day away, she was wide awake, and full of energy. And though I should have been tired, I was feeding off of her, and the wonderful experience we just had. I was just as pumped up about the rest of our evening as she was.

Molly pulled up in our limo, and got out to open the door for us. "Soooo...how was it?" she asked with a wink.

"Oh my God, Molly...it was perfect. I'm so glad you didn't tell us what it was. That made it so much better!" Ann said, her enthusiasm bubbling over.

"I'm not sure I would have gone in if I had known," I said, being brutally honest. "But I'm so glad I did. THAT...was fun."

Molly smiled and said, "Good. So...where to next? You have the limo for another two hours. Dancing, maybe? I know a couple of really nice clubs I can get you into."

Ann slipped inside the car, bending at the waist as she did, flashing more of her ass. I know a couple of people saw her, but at that point it was old news to us. Ann didn't care, and neither did I. All I knew was she looked amazing. I told Molly we'd talk about it in the car, and I got in as well. A minute later, she was pulling out onto the street, heading in no particular direction other than forward.

"So...dancing?" Molly said again, trying to offer suggestions on where else to take us. "Like I said, you have the limo for two more hours...you might as well take advantage of me."

I looked at Molly when she'd said that, finding her choice of words very interesting. But I didn't have time to ponder them. Ann was antsy, and I could tell she was horny. She was practically bouncing on the seat, squirming as she moved her ass. She was also crossing her legs, and I realized she was trying to find a position that put some friction on her clit. With her being naked under her spectacular dress, I was surprised she didn't just reach through one of the open sides and start fingering her pussy. I guess she didn't want to offend Molly, but in looking at the cute blond as her hazel eyes stared back at us in the mirror, I did a little reading of her, like she'd been doing to us. And it started with what she'd just said.

Molly didn't strike me as the type to offend...particularly when it came to sex. She seemed open and honest...and she seemed to have a healthy outlook on life. And I had to figure if she'd been doing her job for any length of time, she'd seen her share of interesting things through that open window between us. 

I looked at Ann, and said, "Tell her what you want to do, Anna."

Just hearing me call her 'Anna' let Ann know what I was thinking, and she gave me a little smirk. Taking a deep breath, she said, "What I really want to do is fuck. Why don't you just take us back to the hotel?"

"Really," Molly said, "are you sure? Like I said, you have the limo for two more hours."

"I'm not going to make it two more hours, Molly. I'm horny now!"

Molly grinned. "I never said anything about waiting Ann. The best part of being in a limo is that you don't have to wait if you don't want to. Just let me know, and I can put up the privacy screen and drive around for a while."

I couldn't believe I didn't think of it before. I had fantasized a couple of times about what it would be like to fuck in a limousine. But like Ann, I was looking forward to the amazing bedroom of the hotel. It wasn't until Molly said it that I had an idea hit me.

"Hey...actually, I DO have someplace you can take us."

"Really, where?" Molly said.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 59



"Yeah...where!" Ann said, her hand landing on my lap.

"Iowa," I laughed.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Omaha sits along the West Bank of the Missouri River. On the East Side of the river, directly across from Nebraska's largest city, is Iowa. Knowing we were going to have to cross a river to get into that next state when we continued our journey the next day, meant we'd have to cross a bridge. And interstate bridges in city as big as Omaha were going to be very busy. Even more so during the morning, which might prove to be a problem the next day when Ann and I headed out.

I told Molly about our trip, and what Ann and I had been doing along the way to make the trip...more fun.

"So, you're taken pictures of Ann next to a state welcome sign in every state you've gone through?" she asked.

Ann grinned and said, "Nude ones...when I posed next to the one going into Colorado, he made me use a dildo!"

"He MADE you?"

Ann giggled and said, "Neil made me do a lot of things in Colorado. That was just the start."

"So, you want me to take you to one of those signs tonight?"

"Sort of," I chuckled, "I was hoping you'd find one that wasn't on an interstate. All of those are going to be on bridges, and that's going to be a little dangerous. I thought about waiting until we got to Illinois, and just going on the other side like we did at the Nevada-California state line. But we cross the Mississippi there...so I want to find one tonight, and then we'll do Illinois and Indiana border together late tomorrow. I know of a place we can go there that's a little off the interstate. But I don't know where to go in Iowa."

As Ann listened, she pulled out her lipstick and reapplied it without the benefit of a mirror. I was amazed as she finished with them looking as perfect as they had when she was in the hotel. Nonchalantly, she said, "I thought the idea was to do it on interstates."

"Not if it's dangerous. And along I-80 between Indiana and Illinois, cars are going by at 90 miles per hour. They see you, and we'll have a jackknifed semi on our hands."

Molly said, "Neil's right. All the interstates here that cross the highways...I wouldn't get out of my car there. There's no shoulder. And a couple of them have the signs right on the bridge itself. That's suicide."

"So what do you suggest," I asked, thinking that Ann may just want to scrap the whole thing since it was getting too complicated.

"There's a bridge north of the city that's not an interstate, and it's not heavily used...and the sign is on the Iowa side. I could take you there, and you can take your pictures."

"What do you think, Ann?"

"I think I want to fuck...that's what I think," she said as she finally caved and slipped her hand under her dress. I could tell her fingers were in her pussy by the way she let out a little gasp.

"We can do that too," I grinned.

"When, baby? I'm so used to us having sex a couple of times a day now, and it's been forever since the last time I felt that big cock inside me," she whined.

"Uh...Ann, you do know Molly is right there...right?"

Ann turned her head, looking at Molly, who was trying unsuccessfully to keep from looking at us in the rear view mirror. "She's the one that put it in my head to fuck in the limo, Neil. And I already TOLD her I wanted to fuck. It really shouldn't be a shock to either one of you."

"Okay...you're right. And actually, that will help us with our other little cross country game."

"What's that?" Molly asked.

I grinned and said, "In addition to taking the pictures, we've also fucked in every state. And this will be good, because I was worried about tomorrow, since we're going to cross Iowa AND Illinois. I wanted to be able to function when we get to Indiana tomorrow night."

Ann laughed and said, "Do you really think that will be a problem, baby?"

"No...not with you. But, this is still better. I was going to fuck you at least twice tonight anyway."

Ann's hand started moving faster, and I felt the car speed up a little as we merged onto a highway of some kind. "Mmm...you were?" Ann said in her sexy voice.

"I AM...once in Iowa, and then back in Nebraska when we get back to the hotel." 

Ann's hand reached for my pants, slowly unzipping them. "I think we should start in Nebraska, and fuck our way to Iowa...and then fuck our way back."

Molly smiled and said, "Okay...time for some privacy. I'll let you know when we get to the sign." And with that, she hit the button that made first the clear window screen go up, followed by one that was solid black.

Ann's hand found my cock in my pants, and she grinned at me. "This is going to be a fun night," she said as she pulled out my cock.

I was already hard, but watching Ann get on her knees on the floor of the limo in front of me in that amazing dress, made my cock ache as she slowly stroked it. Looking up at me, she batted her big brown eyes as she slowly licked her dark red lips.  

"I can feel you throbbing in my hand, baby. Your cock feels harder than I can ever remember," she said as she teased me.

"I am, babe. It's so hard for you it hurts."

"Mmm...maybe I should kiss it and make it feel better."

Ann reached into my pants again, pulling out my balls. Leaning down, she took first one, and then the other into her mouth, bathing them with her talented tongue as she continued to slowly move her hand up and down. She was gripping me softly, her fingers gliding over my skin. It was such a light touch, and yet it felt so good.

She spent more time sucking and licking on my balls than she ever had before. It's like that was her sole focus, and that's where she was spending her energy. I'd always loved having my nuts orally stimulated during a blowjob...and this was in incredible start. In fact, I was starting to wonder if there was going to even be a blowjob. Ann could have just licked below my cock like she was while she moved her hand on my shaft, and it would have been perfect as far as I was concerned.

But Ann had different ideas, finally moving her tongue, licking up my shaft as she stared into my eyes. I had a shiver run down my spine as I looked at her smile as she did it. When she reached my head, she swirled her tongue around it several time, making it slicker, and tasting the generous amount of precum that had been leaking out. When she popped the mushroom cap inside her mouth, my head fell back and I let out a low groan.

Ann snapped her head down over my shaft, swallowing my cock in one quick motion. And then she started moving back and forth a couple of times, making my cock slick with her saliva before she suddenly pulled off. Getting up, Ann pulled her dress up to show me her tanned legs, before gently placing her left knee against my body, nestling up against my right thigh. Seconds later, she was straddled me, the twinkle in her eyes almost blinding me. 

"Hold your cock up for me, baby," she hissed, and I grabbed my cock at the base. Ann was working hard to line herself up while she held her dress, and when she felt the tip against her very wet pussy, she sank down over shaft. "Oh...FUCK!" she mouthed as she felt my cock impale her.

'Fuck is RIGHT," I responded as she started riding me. My hands went up to Ann's breasts, and I pulled the tight material of her dress to the outsides, exposing them. She moaned as I started pinching them. I'm sure they still hurt some from the night before, but the look on her face let me know she didn't care. Her hands went to my shoulders as she leaned forward, and I kissed her as I grabbed her tits, palming them.

My kisses traveled around Ann's face, as I let my tongue move from her mouth to her neck, and then toward her ear. Ann was slowly grinding on my cock, moving her hips in an elongated circle, forcing the walls of her pussy to stretch and grip at my hard rod. 

We were at a sexual crossroads, hovering between fucking and making love...riding that precarious line where it could go either way. On one side, there was the promise of a hard, energetic fuck that would lead to a much needed and quicker release. On the other, was the tantalizing, drawn out dance of our groins that would delay our ultimate pleasure in the most delightful way. In a way, I wanted both...and for some reason, I felt like Ann did too. So...we kept riding the edge of that dangerous wave, thinking the other of us would either speed up and really fuck, or slow down and settle into making love. Neither of us made that move, and that made it seem like a game of sexual chicken...wondering who would flinch first.

We both flinched, when we felt the car stop and Molly slowly opened the privacy screens. She kept her eyes on the road, not glancing at the mirror because she didn't want to invade our moment. I'm surprised she didn't pull a neck muscle trying to keep her head still. But she was listening as I looked past Ann's shoulder to see if she was watching.

"Just wanted to let you know we're here. I've pulled out of the way so we can sit here as long as you need to." Then Molly started to raise the window back up.

"Wait, Molly...we'll do it now," Ann said, which kind of surprised me. But before I could protest, Ann had moved, and gotten off my shaft, sitting next to me on the big couch like bench seat. Molly's eyes moved to the mirror, like I knew they would. I watched them sparkle as she caught a glimpse of my purple throbbing shaft, slick and glistening from Ann's cunt. My balls seemed to have a mind of their own as they were stared at, moving a little involuntarily...like they were stirred by the thought of performing for Molly.

Ann's tits were exposed too, but she slowly moved her dress back into place as she smiled at Molly looking at us. I started to try to put my cock away, but Ann's hand swiftly found my shaft, and she resumed stroking it slowly like she had before.

"Ann...I..." I started to say. But she cut me off with a quiet little hush.

"Do you like?" Ann said to Molly, a naughty lilt to her voice.

Not being shy, Molly turned and looked directly at us through the window. Her eyes moved blatantly to my crotch, and she said, "I always love looking at a fat cock."

Ann grinned and said, "See Neil, she loves looking at your cock. So there's no reason to put it away. Come on...let's take some pictures!"

I barely had time to grab the camera. Molly had gotten out of the limo quickly to open our door, and Ann reacted. My first thought was that it seemed a bit odd to me that Molly got out...but then again, it was part of her job description. My second thought was that Ann was pulling me outside into the wind...by my very erect shaft. Picking up the Nikon where I'd left it while we were in the theater, I had to hold on to the door as Ann 'helped' me out. Worried that I was going to stumble and drop it, I absentmindedly handed it to Molly, who grinned when she took it.

"So...I'm the photographer, huh? Sounds fun!"

I shook my head, and started to tell Molly that it wouldn't be necessary, but Ann jumped all over the assumed offer and said, "Thanks Molly!" I looked at Ann, a dirty little grin on her face as she winked at me and pulled me over to the road sign with her. Molly was studying the camera, trying to make sure she knew how it worked. I heard her say something to herself about it being similar to hers, and as she played with the lens, Ann pulled me to her tightly and kissed me. "I hope you don't mind baby, but these pictures are going to be a little different than the other ones we've been taking."

"Really...how's that?" I said, already having a good idea since she was still stroking my cock as she trapped it between us.

"This time, you're going to be in the pictures too," she smiled.

~*~*~*~*~*~

In truth, Molly couldn't have picked a better location. When she'd said the road we were going to wasn't heavily traveled, she wasn't kidding. We'd been there at least ten minutes, and there hadn't been one car or truck go by in either direction. As time passed, and it became apparent that any car that might go by would be few and far between, Ann relaxed and let herself go.

For her part, Molly was amazing. She seemed to know her way around a camera, and she was actually directing us, once she knew what Ann wanted. We'd started out with Ann posing in the four familiar poses she'd been doing for me, standing next to the road sign in the headlights of the limo. Ann put her right arm high on the inside post of the road sign, her left hand on her hip. With the wind blowing hard from the West, and Ann facing that way, her hair was flowing back like she was a model and they had one of those big fans blowing on her for effect. It added to the whole feel of the pose. 

Ann followed that by turning and grabbing the metal like it was a stripper pole, her head bending back as she let her hair dangle in the wind. Next was one was with her back to the camera, bent lewdly at the waist as she looked back behind her. And a last one with her squatting in front of the sign, her legs spread wide and her hands on her head...elbows out to show a full frontal shot.

But those first four pictures were all done while Ann was still wearing that spectacular dress and her hot, fuck me shoes. As luck would have it, Molly had to stop at that point so she could change the roll of film. So, while she was in the back of the car doing that, Ann pulled me to her again, and we stood in the light of the headlights from the car and made out frantically.

"Are you ready for this, lover?" Ann said, feeling my shaft pulse in her palm again.

"I think you already know that answer," I smiled as I made it flinch a little by flexing my pelvic muscle.

"Good...I hope they turn out in the dark."

"Molly knows what she's doing. I saw her changing the exposure setting when she took the first picture. Besides, we're standing in the headlights."

Molly popped back out, and she opened the front door, throwing something onto the front seat.

"What was that?" Ann asked.

"Oh...nothing," she smiled. "You two ready?"

Ann let it go, and pulled me over to the sign, beside her. "We're ready. I want you to take a couple of pictures of each pose...just let me a change how I am in between, okay?"

Molly looked puzzled. "Change how you are?"

"You'll see...just kind of follow my lead to start."

Ann pulled me over, and she resumed the original pose, with her hand on the sign. But her other hand was on my shaft, holding it for the camera. That one was followed by the same picture, but with Ann moving her dress like it had been in the back of the car, exposing her tits. Then, there was a third one, with Ann having me hold the front of her dress to the side, using the slits up the side like I was holding open a curtain. That exposed her golden strip of hair, and her dripping pussy. Molly commented on that one, telling Ann how much she liked her grooming...and the die job of hair on her mound. Ann grinned, but moved on to the next pose.

Putting her dress back into place, Ann next went to the squatting pose. It was out of sequence from what she usually did, but I didn't care once she pulled me to closer to her and squatted. I was standing to Ann's left, my legs straddling her left leg as it stuck out from her body. When Molly was ready, Ann turned her head, and put my cock into her mouth, sucking on it seductively for the camera. 

I moaned, and so did Molly a little as she fired the camera twice, taking two quick photos. Ann left my cock in her mouth, but she took her hands and pulled her dress wide once again, her perfect small tits coming into view again for Molly. Ann's right hand went back to my shaft, her left to my thigh, and the camera flashed again. Then Ann moved her dress to the side, laying the material over her right thigh, letting both Molly and the camera see her wet cunt, splayed open like a flower.

"That's beautiful," Molly said, the seriousness in her voice ringing in my ear.

"Mmm.," Ann said as she started sucking me a little harder, actually bobbing her head back and forth. She was stroking my cock with her lips, the lipstick making a striking image against my shaft, and Molly took another couple of pictures.

Then, just as abruptly as when she'd gotten off my cock in the car, Ann stopped and stood up. Turning around with her back to me, she covered up her chest again, and bent over as she pulled my cock to her. 

"Put your hands on her hips, Neil...make it look like you're about to fuck her," Molly said matter of factly. 

"I think I am," I said, thinking about how odd this all was. I was standing on the side of some road just inside the Iowa State line, getting ready to fuck Ann while the headlights of a limousine illuminated both of us. Oh...and we were going to be photographed doing it by a hot blond that we'd just met a couple of hours before. Or as I liked to think of it, it was just another Friday night for me and Ann.

And that was the thing, really. As strange as that sounded in my head, it seemed pretty normal for our trip. I knew a lot of that had to do with Tina, and what she'd set up. But it also had a lot to do with Ann, and her willingness to go with the flow, just like Tina had on OUR trip across the country.

Ann had turned to the side a little, knowing she needed to change the angle if the camera was going to see anything other than the back of my tux. After the first picture, with my hands on her hips like Molly had directed me to do, Ann pulled out her tits one more time, letting them hang down as she bent at the waist. She also licked her lips like a porn model in a magazine shoot, trying to look like she was full of lust. 

"Wow that looks hot!" Molly said as she looked at us through the camera.

Ann giggled and said, "Give us a minute, and we'll show you hot."

My hands moved the dress up, throwing it onto her lower back like a quarterback lifting the towel on his center to put his hands underneath. Ann spread her feet a little wider, her legs exposed as the rest of her dress hung down in the front. 

"Put your hands on her ass, Neil," Molly directed. And I did, as Ann moved her hips back and fed my cock into her glistening pussy. I waited until I heard the camera, and then I buried my cock inside Ann's pussy, fucking her hard and deep.

But Ann actually said, "STOP!"

"What!" I snapped.

"I don't want to ruin the dress, Neil. Give me one second...okay?" Ann pleaded. So, I actually went against the instincts of every man on the planet, and pulled my cock out of Ann's warm, tight pussy so she could save the dress. But it was worth it to watch her walk over to the car, strip out of it, and then walk back towards me once she put the folded garment inside on the seat. 

Watching Ann strut towards me in just those sexy red shoes and her lipstick made my cock flinch again, and this time it had nothing to do with me flexing any muscles. Ann walked up, and bent over, just like she had so many times in front of the state signs along our trip. But THIS time, I was standing right behind her, my heavy balls and hard throbbing cock sticking out of the front of my pants.

Molly gave a little groan. "My God...there's something so erotic about you being naked and Neil being dressed, Ann. These pictures are going to steam inside the camera...I hope the film doesn't melt!" 

Ann grabbed her ankles, and as I sank my cock back inside her wet, tight pussy, an image of how I'd fucked Tina on that mountaintop in Virginia popped into my head. Tina and I had stopped by an empty park, and she's stripped off her clothes. I was fucking Tina in my 'Bond' suit that Ann bought me, while she was naked except for her heels. Sure, there were night and day differences between the two, like this one being at night, while I'd fucked Tina during the day. But the picture I had in my head was similar.

Now that Ann was undressed, there was no reason to hold back. So I didn't. I started ramming forward, humping into her juicy cunt, making her lunge forward. And as much as I loved Ann in that position, since it was my favorite pose for a woman to have her picture taken...it wasn't necessarily the best if you want to really fuck. I could have slowed down, but neither one of us wanted that.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 60



I was a little surprised at first when Ann asked me if I would do it. But things had suddenly changed when Molly said that she'd talked to Tina. Tina had apparently alluded to her that there might be more involved than she normally would encounter in her job as a limousine driver...certainly more than just driving me and Ann around the greater Omaha area. And the 'more' that Tina had alluded to was undoubtedly sex. 

Molly was a chauffeur, working for a service that Charles, the manager of the hotel we were staying at, used often. Charles had talked to Tina when she was setting up the nights' itinerary, and during that discussion, somehow Molly came up in conversation. That led to Tina talking to Molly directly...and in doing so, Tina used her considerable charm and abilities of persuasion to talk Molly into becoming our driver for the evening.

No promises were made, nor were there any descriptions of events that would actually take place. Tina only told a tale, whetting Molly's appetite for adventure...which turned out to be very similar to Tina's...and Ann's. They all shared a penchant for exciting scenarios involving sex. And with Tina talking about what Ann had done for our adventure in Virginia, and now how she was trying to return the favor for Ann...well, it was easy to see why Molly became an eager and willing ally to Tina in no time.

So, Molly went into the evening open minded, but cautious. She'd said she didn't want to assume anything and take the chance of accidentally ruining our evening. Tina had warned her against just that, telling her that while anything was possible, she had to be patient and let things happen naturally. Molly told us she was supposed to take us to out the dinner theater, and then see what might happen on the way home. But, she WAS supposed to make sure that both Ann and I knew that we had the limo for a couple more hours once the musical was over, to kind of see if there was a spark there. Tina wanted to give Molly an opportunity, just in case.

When we...well, when I inadvertently asked Molly to take pictures for us by the road sign by simply handing her the camera when I got out of the car, Molly took that as a silent request to become our photographer. And with that, she assumed that would probably be the extent of her actual participation for the evening. She'd hoped for more, slipping off her panties when she hopped into the back of the limo to change the film in the camera. She wasn't expecting anything, but she wanted to be ready just in case.

And worse case, Molly said she wanted to be able to take care of her pent up sexual urges a little easier while she drove. She figured it was a long shot that Tina was actually telling the truth, and that Ann and I might invite her to join us. Actually, Tina had just insinuated that could happen, but only if the stars were to align just right. But since she wasn't suppose to press the issue, and it looked like Ann and I were perfectly content in fucking each other silly in the back of the car once we got back inside, Molly took matters into her own hands.

Ann and I had helped, by telling her to keep the privacy window open between the front of the car and where we were going at each other on the big seat in the back. And by suggesting that she might be able to see what we were doing a little better, if she turned on the lights. And once Ann and I came, Molly confessed that she came along with us, fingering her pussy while she drove us down the interstate.

Molly made that confession when she told us she'd talked to Tina. And from there, she told us a little more about what she and Tina had talked about. While she talked, Molly kept one eye on the road, and the other on Ann, who was naked in the back seat. Well, except for her extremely hot, red heel that laced up her calves all the way to her knees. 

I'd moved to the other seat, right behind Molly...so I could get the camera from her. Ann sat across from me, her legs spread wide, showing her well used pussy and how my cum was starting to slowly ooze out of it. She had asked if I'd noticed that it looked good enough to eat; a not to subtle request for me to come back over and eat her pussy...cleaning out what I'd left there in the process. But before I had the chance to answer her, Molly did. 

And that was when the dynamics of the evening changed. Ann started asking Molly about her conversation with Tina in detail, and details we got. And the more Molly said...the more Ann looked at me, slyly checking to see how I was reacting. When Molly had finished telling us a second time how she was so turned on watching us...and how she couldn't wait until she dropped us off, deciding she had to cum along with us, Ann looked at me, and then at her.

"Molly?" Ann asked.

"Yeah?"

"Are you still turned on?" 

Molly laughed and said, "I think I'll be turned on for the next month after tonight. I have to tell you...you're the hottest couple I've ever had in my limo. I wasn't sure if anything was going to happen at all, but this has been such an incredible night for me."

Ann smiled. "Well, you know Molly...the night's not over yet."

~*~*~*~*~*~

Ann asked Molly to put up the window screen for just a moment so we could talk in private. I knew something was up when Ann looked at me while she was talking to Molly. And Molly knew something was up when Ann asked her if she was still turned on...and then asked her for some privacy. And that was when Ann asked me if I would be willing to go for a test drive, so to speak.

"Baby, I really think we owe it to Molly...don't you?"

I laughed and said, "You're just saying that because you want to see how I'll react."

"That's not true. I know exactly how you'll react...you'll love it. And why wouldn't you...she's cute, don't you think?"

"Of course she's cute, Ann. It's not like I wouldn't love it. I'm just worried that I might get her in trouble, that's all."

"How would you get her in trouble...are you telling me you're not going to be careful?"

"Of course not. It's not like I don't know what I'm doing." 

"You'll be fine, baby. I just think it would be a shame if Tina talked Molly into doing this for us tonight, and all she got to do is watch. And you heard what she said...and the way she said it. She wants to."

"Babe...it really doesn't matter to me. I'm just not sure I'm can. I'd hate to do something that she'll regret."

"What do you mean you don't know if you can? You've done it before. You used to be able to, didn't you? I thought you told me..."

"You're right, Ann...I used to. But that was a while back...I'm in a different place now. I just don't want Molly taking a chance if will cause a problem."

"Well, why don't we ask her? Maybe she'll think it's worth the risk." 

~*~*~*~*~*~ 

To be perfectly honest, it felt good...damn good. The subtle movements...the positive response to just the slightest touch. I felt so comfortable going at an easy pace, and yet there was something exciting about knowing there was this power inside, just waiting to be unleashed whenever I wanted to go faster. And yet, as fun it was, I couldn't take my eyes off of Ann...and Molly.

I was driving the limo.

When I knocked on the privacy screen, letting Molly know to put it back down, Ann was still sitting on the big seat. Her legs were still wide open, with my load slowly dripping out. Looking at Molly's eyes in the rearview mirror, Ann took a deep breath.

"Molly, were you serious earlier?"

"Uh...about?"

Ann glanced down at her pussy, moving her hand to it and dipping her finger inside. Pulling out a dollop of cum, Ann brought it to her mouth and seductively licked it off with her tongue. She let out a soft moan as she flashed a sexy smile and said, "About this looking good enough to eat?"

Molly let out a nervous little laugh and said, "What...are you asking me?"

"I'm wondering if you've ever been with a woman before?"

"No...I haven't," she said, her voice cracking a little.

"Have you ever...thought about it?"

"Well, I have for the last half hour or so."

"Would you LIKE to?" Ann said, winking at Molly like she had when she'd first said she thought Ann good enough to eat.

Molly never hesitated. She looked for the first safe place she could find to pull over so we could switch places, and stopped the limo with a sudden screech. My only concern had been about Molly's job security...I didn't want to do anything that might get her in trouble. The fact was, at one time I actually HAD a chauffeur's license, and Ann knew that. 

It was misnomer to say that a license of that variety was so you could drive people around in a limousine. I'd gotten mine so I could drive a truck for the plant when I first went to work there. I been hired into the shipping department when I first got out of college, and I had to get that classification of license as part of my job description. At that time, you didn't need a Commercial Driver's License to drive a truck, so a simple Chauffer's variety did the trick.

But the last time I renewed my driver's license, I chose not to through the testing for that again. I had moved to the department I was currently in charge of, and I decided to let that part of my license lapse and just go back to an ordinary, everyday, run of the mill version. My thinking was that if I kept the other one, my boss would keep trying to pull me out of my new responsibilities to do things that had nothing to do with my job. Since they hadn't seen fit to make me a salaried employee, it would have been easy for him to assert the 'other duties as assigned' clause in my job description, and yank me back out of the department whenever he saw fit, or got into a pinch.

So, I wasn't 'officially' licensed to drive the limo any longer. But I'd been through the training before, and aced the test. And I'd logged hundreds of hours on the job. So it wasn't like it was that big of a deal. Besides, if I could drive a 24-foot, five speed duel axle box truck carrying 20,000 pounds of freight...driving a slightly longer than normal luxury sedan wasn't really going to be that big of a problem.

None of that really mattered to Molly. She was looking for a place to pull over before I'd even told her about my background. She was staring at Ann in the backseat, and Ann was flirting with her in ways that made me wish I could join them. But Ann also made it very clear to Molly, and to me, that this was not going to be one of those moments where she wanted to share me.

Ann had told me that that day would come...a day where she would want to have a threesome, and watch me fuck another woman. She wanted it to happen...because it turned her on. But I knew almost at once that this wasn't going to be the night. Ann was looking for a little more fun, and she'd felt bad about hooking up with Maryam, and not telling me. Or more to the point, that I didn't get to watch. This was a way in Ann's eyes to make up for that.

Ann and I had already talked about how we wanted to end the night. We were both looking forward to fucking back at the hotel, in the amazing bedroom that was specifically designed for just that in mind...fucking. And as hot as Molly was, I wanted to fuck Ann...in that room...in Nebraska. We'd skipped over Nebraska on our cross-country fuck-a-thon to hit Iowa first, and make our next day's trip more manageable. But I had no intention of skipping it altogether. And if there was any chance that my fucking Molly would mess up our night at the hotel, then I wanted no part of it.

Of course, I was questioning that logic as I watched them in the mirror. My cock was throbbing once again, now trapped inside the pants that came with my tux. And it was more from the sounds that were coming from the back of the car than the sights. In all honesty, I couldn't watch them all that often. I didn't know the area like Molly did, and it was dark...and windy. So, I was forced to concentrate on the road, which meant any glimpses I got of the action in the back were few and far between.

That didn't mean I missed everything. I'd waited to pull back out onto the highway, wanting to at least see how they would start. I figured it would be a while...what with it being Molly's first time. I expected that there would be some kind of drawn out seduction between the two of them. But Ann was already naked, and the back of the car smelled of sex. When Molly finished showing me what I needed to know about driving the car, she climbed into the back with Ann, and seconds later they were kissing.

Molly was either fearless, or she was scared to death. But either one of those could produce an instant reaction. If she was fearless, she had the confidence to seize the moment, and she didn't want to wait another second knowing time was short. If she was scared to death, then she wanted to dive right in so she wouldn't change her mind. Either way, Molly had made her decision, and there was no looking back.

Her hand found Ann's right breast, squeezing it, feeling its weight. Ann's hands ran to Molly's hair, discarding her hat quickly as she ran her fingers through the tight blond curls. They necked for a while, and then Molly said she wanted to make sure that Ann didn't make a mess she'd have to clean up later...and that meant she wanted to keep any cum I'd left behind from dripping onto the seat. Of course, that was just an excuse. Molly really just didn't want to waste any time.

As I pulled out onto the highway, I glanced into the rearview mirror out of habit. Instead of being able to see out the back window, I could only see the two of them. Ann was still sitting in the same spot. Molly was on the floor on her knees, bent over as she enthusiastically ate out her first pussy...showing me hers under her little skirt. I couldn't see it well, since the skirt was too long, but the fact that she was flashing me occasionally had me practically panting.

Ann looked at me, playing with her nipples as Molly licked out my sperm. The smile on Ann's face was both wicked and contented. She took her right leg off the floor, bringing it up and around Molly's body to rest it on her back. Her left hand left her tit, moving down her body, snaking her fingers back into Molly's hair. Grabbing it, she pulled Molly into her crotch.

"Oh...GOD YES! EAT ME MOLLY...EAT ME!" 

Molly moaned, and in seconds, she was not only eating my cum, she was swallowing Ann's as well. And that seemed to just be the start. But Ann wasn't taking any chances. She didn't know where we were, or how long we had. Once she'd finished cumming, she wanted to return the favor right away. 

Ann helped Molly out of her clothes, not content to just eat her like she was. Molly offered a playful protest, but Ann said, "If I'm not going to let Neil fuck you, the least I can do is let him see you. So, if you want me to make you cum, I'm going to undress you."

Molly relented...not that it was an issue. She wanted to get undressed, and she stared at me the entire time that Ann helped her out of her clothes. The blazer came off first, followed by the tie. Ann had loosened it up, taking it off over Molly's head while it was still tied. She looked over her shoulder and held it up for me...and I smiled.

"What are you thinking about, Anna?" I said with a grin.

"Last night. It is called a 'tie', after all."

"Don't be getting any ideas."

Molly looked at Ann, her eyes widening. "You're not..."

Ann laughed and said, "Only if you don't cooperate. Now...unbutton that shirt!" Then she threw the tie onto the floor with Molly's blazer.

Molly did what Ann told her to do, exposing a white lace bra that matched the thong that was lying casually between the seats next to me. I hadn't noticed it until I thought to look. I knew she'd thrown it up front, but it never occurred to me until I saw Molly's bra as she slowly removed the white shirt. I couldn't help myself, the feeling coming over me like a compulsion. I picked up the delicate little garment and brought it to my face, taking a whiff of the unmistakable scent she'd left behind...that of a woman aroused.

I smiled as Molly reached behind her back, unhooking her bra, and letting it slide forward down her arms. Ann grabbed it, and moved to the side a little so I could see, offering me my first glimpse of Molly's bare breasts. They were bigger than Ann's, but they weren't massive...probably 36C's. She had tiny areolas, just slightly larger than her very erect nipples, which were on the bigger side. They were thick, and hard, and seemed to stick out a half inch from her chest. 

Molly's tits were also pale white compared to the tan she had on the rest of her skin, reminding me a little of what Ann looked like before she started sunbathing without a suit. Molly pressed her breasts together with her palms, making her cleavage bigger...and Ann moved back up and sat on the seat next to her.

Watching Ann lick and suck Molly's nipples might have been a treat, but it was one that I couldn't really enjoy that much. I was stealing little looks, but we'd crossed back over into Nebraska, and I had to keep an eye out for our exit. Besides, I was waiting for the main event...which I thought would be happening pretty quickly. And it did a couple of miles later when Ann got back down and removed Molly's skirt. Since she wasn't wearing her thong any longer, Molly was now dressed just like Ann...naked except for her shoes.

Ann moved to the other seat, where I'd been sitting when we'd stopped the car. "Play with your pussy, for me, Molly," Ann begged, which was something I didn't expect.

Neither did Molly, but that didn't stop her from spreading her legs wide...showing us both her wet, pink pussy. Unlike Ann, Molly was a natural blond down below; her pubic hair matching the locks on her head. Her bush was thick, and neatly trimmed in the shape of a triangle, with it pointing toward the top of her slit. But Molly did keep the around her pussy shaved, making the skin around her lips smooth and bare.

It was hard to tell from the distance, but Molly's labia seemed to me to be slightly bigger than I'd seen before. The lips were full, laying open to the sides like flower petals, and her hole was already visible, and wet. Her clit appeared big as well, but it was still concealed by its protective hood. I watched her as she moved her hand down, letting her fingers trace along the edges as she got ready to finger herself.

Ann picked up the camera and held it to her face, making Molly freeze. "What are you doing?"

"I'm taking your picture...what does it look like I'm doing?"

"Ann...I don't want..."

Lowering the camera, Ann said, "If you don't want me to, that's fine. I was just hoping to give Neil something to look at later. I'm sure he can't see that well in that little mirror. But don't worry about it. I'll still take care of you...once you take care of yourself."

"You want me to take care of myself?"

"Uh huh. I wanted to take a picture of you when you cum...but I still want to watch you."

Molly smiled. Instead of asking why, or debating Ann, she simply started rubbing her clit with one hand, while she rammed two fingers of her other hand deep inside her wet pussy. Soon she was pretty worked up, her hands flying as she stared at Ann, who I could tell was slowly rubbing her own slit. The way Molly was frigging herself, it was like she wanted to get that part over with as fast as she could so Ann would eat her. And I suppose I really couldn't blame her. If Ann were half as good at eating a pussy as she was sucking my cock, it would make anyone want to do what they could to make it happen sooner.

Molly seemed on the brink, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her ass was moving all over the seat, and she ended up spreading her legs farther apart to try and hold herself still. Her eyes were shifting, from Ann...to mine in the mirror, and then back to Ann. Mine were shifting too...from the road, to the action in the back, and then back where I was driving. 




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 60



I was looking at the highway when I heard Molly suck in her breath, deep and hard. And when she exhaled, she screamed out. "TAKE THE PICTURE, ANN...TAKE IT NOW!"

Ann giggled and lifted the camera quickly, like she'd anticipated that Molly would change her mind. Now that she had permission, even though it was induced by Molly's state of mind being driven by lust and the excitement of the moment, Ann didn't hesitate. She took several quick pictures during and after Molly's orgasm, including a sexy one with Molly cleaning her fingers and winking. Then Molly used one of those fingers to motion Ann over to her.

I watched for a moment as Ann set down the camera, and crawled the few feet to Molly, nesting her head between those amazing, tanned thighs. Ann went to work, and I pulled off the interstate. And that meant that I missed a good portion of the next ten minutes. I had to keep track of where I was, and the traffic, and as luck would have it, I was hitting all of the stoplights on green, so I never got the chance to really look back at them. Sure, I had a couple of peeks, mostly seeing Ann's perfect little ass, and her wet pussy staring back at me. But that was about all I had time for.

It was a little frustrating, but then again, Ann still hadn't made Molly cum yet. As I pulled into the parking lot of the hotel, I made a quick decision. Instead of pulling up to the front, I pulled around back, finding a secluded area to park. I quickly got out, and opened the door to the back. As I stood inside the open door, looking at them, Ann looked up, her eyes peering across Molly's left thigh.

"I was beginning to wonder if you were ever going to get us here. Get in and grab the camera," she hissed.

Molly didn't protest this time. Instead, she put her foot up on Ann's back, just like Ann had done to her. I took a couple of pictures, and then I waited for the climax. It came swiftly, hitting Molly hard. She started bucking her hips and grabbed Ann's head, thrusting her crotch up into Ann's face. Ann started slurping, swallowing Molly's cum as it washed over her cheeks and down her chin and neck. 

Molly was cursing under her breath, trying to hold in her emotions...but it wasn't really working all that well. I took a couple more photos, catching both the intensity of her orgasm, and the tenderness of the post coital afterglow as Ann crawled up Molly's body. They shared a wet, sexy kiss...more passionate than the first one. And then just as quickly, they both burst into girlish laughter...which was followed by a long hug.

Molly leaned next to Ann, whispering into her ear for a second. Ann pulled back and turned to look at me, still holding onto Molly, her right leg still lazily resting on Molly's lap. "Okay...but you have to eat me again so we can get a picture of that. And of course, I'll want pictures of...you know."

"Can I get copies?" Molly asked, a nervous look on her face fearing she'd asked a question she wasn't supposed to.

"Of course...we'll get your address after this, and I'll mail you a set, okay?"

I was shaking my head, wondering what the hell was going on. But before I could ask, Ann was leaning back sideways on the seat, and Molly was moving so she could get her face back between Ann's legs. Molly moved off the seat, turning around on her knees as she kneeled beside Ann. 

Already knowing what I was supposed to do, I played erotic photographer again. First it was just Molly eating Ann, but then Ann started grabbing for Molly's leg as it rested on the floor, and that lead to Molly climbing on top, and the two of them sharing a quick, hot 69. The orgasms came quickly, like flash floods on a rain-swollen valley. They weren't nearly as intense as the earlier ones, but that really wasn't the point. It started as just Ann wanting to have a picture of Molly eating her, and instead it turned into an erotic sexcapade that made them both cum. When they finished, Molly turned around so they could share another kiss, and it was obvious how much they both enjoyed it. 

Me...not so much. Well, that's not entirely true. I was just absorbed in self-pity at the moment. I loved what I was watching, but my cock was so hard by the time they both came again that I just wanted to get inside and fuck Ann. Having to watch Ann lick her cum off of Molly's face, and vice versa, was almost like torture. It was so hot, and so exciting, and yet I was forced to sit on the sidelines with my bulging cock inside my pants, fighting to get out and join them.

Ann looked over at me with a sweet smile, but it changed when she saw the forlorn look on my face. Tapping Molly on her shoulder, she said, "I think it's time for you to do what you wanted to do, Molly. Neil's feeling a little left out, and he really looks uncomfortable."

Molly looked up, and smiled. "Well, I'll just have to do something about that, won't I?" 

Rolling off of Ann as she winked at me, Molly crawled the few feet to where I was sitting. I sat motionless, stunned as she looked up at me from the floor, her bright blue eyes shining as she licked her lips seductively. And then Ann crawled over, taking the camera from my hand. Molly's eyes shifted toward Ann for just a moment, and Ann nodded, giving her an approving grin.

That was all Molly needed. Her small hands went to my groin in search of a zipper, and she found it. She kept her eyes on mine as she pulled the fly open on my pants, and my boxers...and even when she reached in to grasp my shaft. It was a bit of a struggle for her to get it out because it was so hard, but she soon had both my balls and my cock free. 

"God...it feels so heavy," Molly said as she held my cock in her hands.

Ann giggled as she took a picture, and I realized that wasn't the first one. I was so focused on what was about to happen that the first flashes kind of escaped my notice. "So are his balls," she said, prompting Molly to feel those too.

Looking up again, Molly said, "I want to suck you...and Ann's going to let me as long as you don't cum. So, let me know if I get you too close, okay. I just want to feel this in my mouth for a little while."

"He just came, Molly," Ann said, speaking for me. "He won't cum again for a while, so you shouldn't have to worry about that." Ann said it proudly; like it was something she cherished that she was sharing with a friend.

Molly grinned and said, "Well, that's good to know." Then she licked the head of my cock slowly, her tongue stretched out from her mouth to see how I'd react. 

I reacted by looking at Ann, who smiled at me and took another picture. And with that, I relaxed and leaned back on the seat. Molly took my head into her mouth, and started sucking me, just like she said she wanted to. She was a little rough, her inexperience showing. It certainly wasn't bad, but it wasn't the one of the glorious varieties of blowjobs I was used to with Ann. Still, Molly made up for her lack of polish in the oral arts with her boundless enthusiasm.

She was working hard, and fast, trying to please me. My hand went to her head, my fingers digging into her blond curls, letting her know that she was. Leaning my head back, I let out a little moan, and that made Molly moan too, around my cock. She couldn't take my entire shaft into her mouth, but she was over halfway, her left hand was on the rest, jacking me as her mouth went up and down. Ann was right...I wasn't going to cum anytime soon, but that didn't mean that it didn't feel great, or that I didn't appreciate what Molly was doing to me.

But that didn't stop me from wondering what Molly was getting out of it, besides reddened knees and a sore jaw. Was it just the thrill of being more of a part of what Tina set up? Was it that she got to do something sexual with both of us? Or was it something else altogether that I couldn't think of, because I was having my cock sucked by a gorgeous blond while my fiancée took pictures of it, and that was making it hard to think of anything else. 

Instead of thinking, I reacted. There had to be something in it for Molly in my eyes...otherwise, she was just wasting time I could be using on Ann. I knew fucking her wasn't going to happen, but that didn't mean I couldn't return the favor. I put my other hand in her hair, and sort of lifted her head gently off my shaft. Molly looked up at me and smiled. "Is it time?" she said, thinking I wanted to take Ann inside now. And I did, but not before I gave Molly a taste...of her own medicine.

"Yes, it is," I said as I helped Molly off the floor and traded places with her. I moved between her legs, and looked over at Ann. I could see the excitement in her eyes as she got the camera ready.

"Hold on, Molly. Neil's going to show you how it's really done."

That was lofty praise, but it was like Ann was urging me on...I just hoped I'd be up to the challenge. As I leaned forward, I inhaled, taking that amazing fragrance once again. It was more pungent that what I'd sampled on her thong, her orgasms making her aroma strong and intoxicating. I couldn't wait to taste her, and see if it matched how my mind had dreamed it be like. But I did wait, teasing Molly as I kissed her inner thighs. 

We didn't have a lot of time, but I was going to take every moment I had to draw out her last orgasm. I wanted it to be the highlight of her night, which wasn't likely going to happen, since it was the same night that she'd been with a woman for the first time...and a woman like Ann to boot. Still, it was good to have a goal.

I had Molly writhing in her seat after just a couple of minutes, as I danced all around her pussy, without really doing anything to it...other that breathing on it. I was kissing and licking around it, inching closer and closer her wet cunt, but I avoided it for the longest time. When I finally took one of her big lips into my mouth and nibbled on it, stretching it out, Molly was rocking the car so much it felt like the wind was tossing us around again. She put her fingertips against the ceiling of the limo, trying to force herself sit still.

Ann had taken several photos, and was about to take yet another just as I was about to snake my tongue through Molly's soft, wet gash for the first time, which I anticipated would make her start cumming in a matter of moments. But Ann moved the camera down for a moment, and touched my shoulder.

"Neil...I want you to do something for me." It seemed hardly the time or the place, and Molly gasped as I pulled my face away for a moment to look at Ann. I started to say something, but Ann held her hand up to stop me. "I want you to fuck her, baby. She deserves it...and I want to watch."

My mouth fell open, and I started to say something again, but all I could muster was, "Are you sure?"

Ann smiled confidently, and said, "Yes...I am...as long as you can make her cum, without cumming yourself."

"Oh...God...please," Molly begged, her voice breathless and ragged.

"Ann...I..."

"Baby...please...don't let the poor girl suffer any more. Or me...I want to watch!"

I turned back to Molly, who turned and laid down, lifting her left leg and putting it on top of the back of the seat, her foot near the privacy window. She had her right leg firmly planted on the floor, spreading herself wide open for me, and I moved between those sexy legs. I wished I had time to take off the clothes I was wearing, but Molly wasn't going to wait. I compromised as I unbuttoned the pants and quickly stripped them down. Molly reached for my cock, gripping it tight and pulling me toward her like she was worried Ann might change her mind. 

Ann cooed and said, "God I love that ass. I can't wait to see what it looks like from this side." 

I could hear the camera going off as my cock sunk deep into Molly, splitting her pussy wide. 

"OH...FUCK!" she growled as I started moving my ass back and forth. 

I was worried at first, thinking that it was all too much, and Ann was going to regret telling me to do it later. I didn't want to disappoint Molly, but it was hard not to think about the woman next to me. I took a little peek to my left, as Ann watched us. 

Ann looked at me, and she could tell I was nervous about the sudden change...and like she seemed to always do, she came to my rescue. "Neil...I really want you to do this for me. I can tell you're thinking about it, and you don't have to because I already have...it's okay. Go ahead and fuck the shit out of her...put your heart into it!"

Molly groaned again. "I don't need your heart. Just put your cock into it...NOW! I'm so fucking close!"

What Molly said hit me. She wasn't going to get my heart, because it belonged to Ann. But Ann had no problem loaning her my cock for a couple of minutes, as long as my cum stayed put right where it was. I was suddenly a gigolo, working to give Molly the pleasure she needed, and in Ann's eyes, deserved. And the thought of being just a cock to service Molly kind of appealed to me at the time. 

I moved forward, grabbing Molly's breasts, pawing them...her hard nipples falling between my fingers as I pressed them together. I looked in her eyes, feeling the heat between us as I bucked harder into her. Molly's hands grabbed my ass, gripping at my cheeks just like my hands were treating her tits. 

As our eyes met, I gave her a sexy little smile. "Cum for us, Molly. Cum for me and Ann one more time," I said quietly.

Molly turned her head, looking directly at Ann as I pumped my cock into her. Ann was grinning from ear to ear, and she took a quick picture. Molly's breathing quickened, and her eyes widened for just a second.

"Thank you," she mouthed to Ann...and then her climax hit her. She sucked in her breath as she closed her eyes...and then her back rose, jutting her chest out. 

"Fuck her baby...she's cumming!" Ann said excitedly.

"FUCK...I'MMMM CUMMINNNGGGG!" Molly confirmed. 

Ann started giggling, taking another couple of pictures before she stopped and sat back on the other seat across from us. I kept pumping my hips, slowing my pace a little while Molly threw her head back and forth. Her hands reached up to my shoulders, and then to my neck, pulling me down on top of her. Her left leg dropped off the top of the seat, resting on my bare ass as she wrapped her arms around me...and we hugged. 

At that point, I just held myself still, my hard cock jammed all the way inside Molly. I could feel her warm, drenched pussy pulsing around my shaft, gripping at it as her breathing went from rapid shallow breaths, to long, deep ones. Her chest was pressing into my jacket, and I wished I could have felt her skin against mine. But the way I was dressed felt right when compared to her. It made our romp seem wild and spontaneous, which is was in a way. I never thought in a million years that I would have ended up fucking her, and I owed it all to Ann. We both did.

Ann was watching us, reloading the camera with another roll of film. I wondered how many rolls we'd gone through already on our trip. Not that it mattered. We were on the adventure of a lifetime, and for once, I was the one being photographed. 

Molly's hand found my hair, and she ran her fingers through it. I pulled up a little, and our eyes locked again...my hazel eyes staring into hers. I knew what she wanted, and while I felt a little pang of guilt, it was only right. I leaned down, and pressed my lips against hers. She sucked in her breath again, kissing me back. It was slow and tender...almost innocent. There were no tongues, or passionate moans. It was just a warm, simple kiss between two people that shared a special, intimate moment in time together. 

I heard Ann sigh as we parted lips, letting me know even when I wasn't looking that she approved of the little buss on the lips that I gave Molly. For her part, Molly approved too.

"God, Neil...that was fantastic."

"The kiss?" I said with a smile.

"Ha...yes...the kiss too." I pulled out of Molly, moving back on the couch. She let out a little sigh as her hand went to her pussy, feeling the emptiness I left behind. "Thank you both...I can't believe you let him do that Ann. I'll never forget this night."

Ann took a picture of my hard cock, slick from being in Molly's cunt. And then she took one last picture of Molly, lying on her back with a contented smile, her eyes half open as she looked at Ann. "That's right, you won't. I'm going to send you some pictures, remember?"

~*~*~*~*~*~

"Nice touch," Molly said as she touched her thong, making it swing back and forth.

"I didn't want you to forget it," I laughed. "That seemed as good a place as any to leave it so you'd find it."

Molly was driving us around to the front of the hotel from the back were we'd been parked. She was looking at her panties hanging off the mirror, and she giggled. Ann was getting herself settled, making sure her dress looked perfect, which I found funny.

"Slow down Molly...I'm not ready yet," Ann said as she tried to get the back of her dress just right, to show the perfect amount of her ass crack. "This is hard to do when you can't stand up."

"It's okay, Ann. You look fine," I chuckled.

"It's not right. You know, you could come over here and help me."

"If I'm going to do anything...I'm going to be getting you OUT of that dress in a couple of minutes. Let it go."

Ann looked over her shoulder, her eyes smoldering. But I knew that expression on her face...the cute stubbornness that could be Ann from time to time. "If you want to get me out of this dress, then I want to have it on right. Help me."

Knowing it was a losing battle, I got down on my knees and began pulling at the back of the dress, moving the material down on her hips to show a little more of the top of her hard, tight bottom. As I was smoothing out the red fabric with my hands, Molly opened the door to the back. I hadn't even noticed that we'd stopped. But then again, we hadn't had far to go to begin with.

"You two are amazing," Molly said as she held the door for us.

Ann gathered up the camera, and said, "What makes you say that?"

"Because you're going to go upstairs and fuck yourselves silly, and yet you do things like that first. It's so cute."

I looked at Molly, standing there in her little uniform. "You're cute too, Molly." I picked up her white shirt and lacy bra off the floor of the car, holding them up. "Do you want these now?"

"Just throw them up front. I'm going home like this!" 

I threw the garments though the window between the front and back of the limousine, thinking about Molly driving back to home like she was. When she was getting dressed, Ann had handed her the tie first, before she reached around to get her other clothes for her. Molly smiled, and didn't wait, slipping the noose of the tie over her head and tightening it. The she asked Ann for her skirt and blazer, saying that's all she needed for the moment. 

Now she was standing outside that way, her little chauffer's hat back in place; her blazer unbuttoned and open, covering her chest as her tie hung down between her tits.

I got out, and helped Ann out of the back. Ann smiled at Molly's attire and said, "Can I take one more picture?"

"Take a couple," she said, posing like she was. The flash of the camera illuminated where we were standing under the car awning in front of the hotel. Molly gave a quick wink and opened the front of her blazer, giving us another glimpse of her magnificent breasts. Then she lifted the front of her skirt, showing us her blond bush. 

I stood by as Ann took one last picture, and then gave Molly a big hug. "Thanks for being a part of our journey, Molly. You were incredible!"

"Me? Thank you for LETTING me be a part of tonight. My God, Ann...this was amazing!"

"So, you're really going to drive home like that?" 

"Yeah...I don't have to return the limo to the office until Sunday. I've got another gig early tomorrow morning...actually, I'm picking them up here at the hotel. So, I'm going straight home, getting in bed just like I'm dressed right now, and I'm getting out my dildo and reliving this night in my dreams." 




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 60



"Sounds like fun," Ann said as she walked over and took my hand.

"Not as much fun as you're going to have. My dildo's not as...well, not as wide as Neil. But I'll make the best of it. I just may have to go get a fatter one sometime tomorrow."

~*~*~*~*~*~

Ann and I rode in silence up the elevator to our floor, and we walked hand in hand down the red carpeted hallway. She had Molly's business card in her other hand, with her home address written on the back so we could send her the pictures. But we weren't reflecting on what we'd just done the last few hours. There would be plenty of time for that later. Instead, we were looking forward to what was to come just beyond the ornate door to our room. I placed the key inside the keyhole, and slowly opened the door for Ann.

She handed me the camera bag, and stepped inside the elegant room. With her second step, she pulled at the material on her shoulders, pulling it down her arms. The evening gown being sleeveless helped her slip it off easily, even though it was skin tight. With her back already bare from the design of the dress, I knew that the front of her body matched. A few steps further, and she had slipped her hands inside where the dress still hugged her ass, and she wiggled it slightly. Before the door closed behind me, the dress was on the floor, and Ann had stepped out of it as she walked towards the bedroom. Ann opened the bedroom door, and walked into the mirrored room, turning to me as she reached the bed. Reaching down, she removed the red bedspread, pulling it onto the floor behind it to reveal a similar red silk sheet. She walked back the front of the bed nearest me, and I started to walk in with her, but she put her hand up, telling me silently to wait. 

Ann sat down on the mattress, and removed her sexy new shoes. Normally, I would have loved for her to wear them while we fucked, but there was something about watching her remove them that was getting me harder by the second. The way she bent over, one leg crossed over the other, her perky tits hanging down and swaying a little as she untied the laces that ran up her calf. It was as erotic as Ann was beautiful. Then, she did the other one the same way, and letting them stay there next to the bed. 

Crawling up into the center of the big circular mattress, Ann looked at me with a sultry stare. "Two pictures baby. One of me now...before we start. And then I'll let you take one more when you've finished ravishing my body."

The idea of a 'before and after' photo set appealed to me. It was Ann's way of telling me she wanted my undivided attention. Frankly, I really was tiring of taking pictures anyway. I just wanted to be with Ann, and not have to think about anything other than her request for me to ravish her lithe, sexy body. I was going to take her picture, and then I was going to take her. 

To make sure I wasn't tempted later, I took the picture of Ann lying there in a sexy feminine pose, and then I left the camera in the living area. Stepping though the door, I closed it, and moved a couple of steps inside the room. Then I slowly undressed, taking off the tuxedo piece by piece, giving Ann a little show as I moved along. With the room decked out with mirrors along every wall, not to mention the one over the bed itself, Ann got to see a panoramic view of me stripping for her. She was able to look at my entire body, based on where she stared, and the reflections that the angles of the mirrors created.

Once I was naked, I adjusted the lighting with the dimmer switch, making the room more romantic, if that was even possible. It was a room with one specific purpose in mind, and it wasn't sleeping. It was designed for sex...specifically, romantic sex. Ann and I weren't going to be fucking. We were going to make love.

I crawled up beside Ann, lying down next to her. She put her finger on my lips as she leaned down and pressed her lips on my neck. It was another little hint that she didn't want words...she wanted action. Ann kissed her way down my body, stopping at my nipples, nibbling at them as she sucked and licked around my chest. I never tired of the way she played with them...it was so exciting, and such a turn on to have her give my nipples the same attention I loved to give hers.

Ann left a wet trail as she moved further south on my body, her hand finding my cock. Her mouth found my head, and she swirled her tongue around the tip. My other head was dizzy, watching Ann in the mirror overhead as I lay back and enjoyed what she was doing. As she started to engulf my shaft down her throat, she turned her body, lifting her leg over my head.

My hand found Ann's ass, and I pulled that silky smooth rump downward, forcing her wet gash over my mouth. Then I rolled her, moving her onto her right side as I went to my left. Holding her leg high with my hand, I licked at her cunt. By changing our position, I was able to look at her naked backside in the mirrors on the far wall, adding a new visual element as our lovemaking. It was so hot to watch her head bob back and forth as she sucked my cock. To be able to do that while I ate her was an incredible turn on. 

I found Ann's hard clit with my tongue, zeroing in on it with a designed attack of intense stimulation. She moaned around my shaft as she felt the change in what I was doing, and a minute later, her body went tense.

"OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH!" she exhaled, bathing my face with her cum, along with her right thigh. 

I pushed Ann over again, and spun around. Her eyes were half closed as my cock sank deep inside her in one long, steady push. She let out a little gasp, and so did I. I was balls deep into her, and I realized something that hadn't dawned on me before when I was fucking Molly. I was fucking my second pussy of the day...something that hadn't happened to me since I was with Tina on our own cross-country trip set up by Ann. And this one was set up by Tina.

It was an odd, random thought, but one that I couldn't get out of my head for a moment. At least, not until Ann reached up and played with my nipples again as I pumped in and out of her pussy in the missionary position. I was staring down into Ann's eyes, watching her watch us in the mirror over my head. She pulled me down farther, hugging me and wrapping her legs around by back, crossing her ankles. She wanted to watch us. 

So did I. First I turned my head to the left, and looked at our profile. Then I looked past Ann's head toward the mirror in that direction...and then I moved my head to the other side of Ann and looked to my right. Every reflection was the same...romantic and sensuous. 

We started a poetic, exotic, horizontal dance on the mattress. Ann and I changed positions, over and over and over again. We'd spend five minutes enjoying each other in one way, and then make a little adjustment to find another way to make love to each other. Once again, we didn't talk...we communicated through our grunts, and our reactions. All of our senses were being used...but we were using our eyes more than normal because of the room around us.

By the time Ann neared another orgasm, we were both hot and covered with sweat. And that only added to the steaminess of the passion we were sharing with one another. Ann was riding my cock, her hands on my chest. Mine were on hers, pulling gently at her nipples, stretching her tits out. 

"NNNNNNNNAAAAHHHHHHHHGGGGGGG!" she yelled out, and incoherent babble that said exactly what she felt.

Ann had rammed her pussy down onto my cock, holding herself still while she came...her pussy was doing little spasms, convulsing over my shaft. With her staying as she was, I changed our position again, and resumed fucking her. Or perhaps I was ravishing her, just like she wanted. I took control, taking Ann's body like it was a possession. I moved her around like a ragdoll, and she would moan, or she would giggle...depending on how the position hit her emotionally. I kept the pace strong and steady, changing again every couple of minutes or so...just enough to keep us both energized.

But that was a losing battle. I was tired, having driven all day. And while Ann had slept most of it, the orgasms she was having were starting to take a toll, and rob her of her strength. We'd been exerting a lot of energy, even though we were making love instead of fucking. The end result was pretty much the same as just raw fucking because of the emotions we were both feeling. 

We ended up in sort of a doggy position. Ann was lying on her chest, her ass in the air a little. I was lying on top of her, my cock slowly moving in and out of her. I was only moving my shaft a couple of inches back and forth, but it felt like I was going all out. We were both building to our final climax of the night...or maybe now it was morning. All I knew was that with each jab of my fat prick into Ann's tight pussy, we were both closer to cumming.

Ann came first, the friction on her clit pushing her over the edge. She screamed into the mattress, her face biting at the sheets as she coated my shaft. She started pushing her hips back into me on each stroke, making our groins hit each other a little harder. And the eighth or ninth time she did that, my balls had had enough.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGGG!" I yelled, collapsing onto Ann's slickened back as those same balls emptied their load into her waiting cunt. I could feel five or six heavy jets of cum leaving my cock, splattering the walls of Ann's pussy. She moaned as she felt herself being filled with my hot sperm.

We lay together for a little while, trying to gather the strength to move. We were looking at the mirror in front of us, watching each other as we breathed in unison, trying to get oxygen back into our lungs. When my cock softened, I let it slip out of Ann, and I moved back to the side. Ann rolled over, and we hugged...and then we kissed. It was long and passionate....so unlike the one Molly and I had shared when we'd finished fucking after her orgasm. 

My tongue touched Ann's, and the feeling was electric. I felt my cock stir for just a second, but it was just a little jolt. It wasn't going to revive enough for another round...and when I looked in Ann's eyes, I knew she wouldn't be up for it anyway. She'd been fucked...thoroughly.

Getting up, I walked back to the door, opening it. Picking up the camera from where I left it, I turned around to see Ann lying on the bed. Her red, swollen pussy was facing me, her legs spread, but naturally...not in a lewd way. Her dark skin was glistening in the dim lights, sweat making her look like she'd just gotten out of a shower. Her hair was a mess; damp and matted. And between her toned, athletic thighs, the pussy that I'd fucked so well was leaking cum again...just like it had in the limo. 

Lifting the camera, I turned the dimmer back up, brightening the room. I stood in the same place I'd first picture, the zoom and lighting settings already in the proper positions for the shot. Looking through the viewfinder, I caught Ann's face as I pressed the button. Her eyelids were heavy, her face showing how worn out she was from what we'd just done. It was like she was still feeling her last orgasm as the shutter went off. It was the perfect 'after' picture, to go along with the one we'd taken of Ann before.

I placed the camera back in the bag we were using to carry it, and I put it next to my overnight bags. Walking over to the bed, I grabbed the red comforter, and put it over Ann. Then I got on the bed with her, and picked her up while I was on my knees, before standing up and walking off of the mattress to the floor. I carried my future bride through the bridal suite like we were on our honeymoon, taking her to the living area, where I told her I wanted to sleep for the night. I gently placed her on the large tan sectional couch, in the middle of the pit that was directly in front of the window. Laying her there up against some large pillows, I got in with her and we curled up under the big blanket.

Ann was still quiet as I held her body to mine. We were looking out the big window at the stars under the clear Nebraska sky, listening to the wind slam up against the glass. Ann and I had been like that together in other places, and yet it felt the same no matter where we were. It's so easy to get lost, or feel small when you gaze into the heavens. But I always felt secure, like they were a warm blanket that was always there for me. And sharing them with Ann made me feel even better. Every memory I had of looking up at the stars with Ann in my arms was a good one.

Ann took a deep breath, and let out a very contented sigh. 

"You okay babe?" I asked, knowing the answer.

"Yes, baby. This is so amazing."

"What is?"

"This whole trip. I'm just a little overwhelmed by everything. Every day has been different, so it keeps me from knowing what's going to happen next. But that's the amazing thing, because each day has also been so perfect. They've been exactly what I've needed each time." 

"Well, this week has been pretty special for me too. I love you, more than anything under those stars, Anna."

"I love you too, baby."

We were silent for a good five minutes, staring out that window, alone in our thoughts. Ann's hand had intertwined with mine as I clutched her left breast. She was letting out little moans, letting me know how good she felt in her own sexy way.

Finally, Ann whispered to me. "Are you still awake, baby?"

"Mmm...yes."

"You were incredible tonight. It was so hot watching you with Molly. Thank you for doing that for me."

"You're thanking ME?" I said, letting out a throaty laugh. 

"Yeah...you knew I wanted us to do a threesome someday."

"Ann...that wasn't a threesome...it was two twosomes. A threesome is when we're all involved at the same time."

Ann looked over her shoulder for a second, and said, "Hmm...I guess you're right. But it was still hot. I loved it."

I thought about it for a moment, trying to decide if I wanted to ask a question that had popped into my brain. "Ann...why did you change your mind?"

"What do you mean?"

"You told Molly she could do what she wanted, which I think was just sucking me. But then you changed your mind and told me to fuck her. Why?"

"Tina," she said matter of factly.

"Tina? What did Tina have to do with it?"

"Tina was the reason Molly was with us in the first place. And Tina had told Molly that something MIGHT happen. Molly agreed to be our driver knowing that."

"But something did happen. She had sex with you...which was incredible by the way. And, she sucked me, and I was about to eat her...so why the change of heart?"

"I told you...Tina."

"Ann...that doesn't make..."

"...and Carol, and Tammy...and Melody. All the girls you fucked on your trip to get your job. I set that up for you, and I know how hard that was. Tina's worked just as hard to do this for us...to make it a real adventure. It's totally different from the one she and you shared. But she's doing it for BOTH of us. Not just me. And that occurred to me when you were about to make Molly cum when you ate her. Molly wasn't just for me...she was for both of us."

"You make it sound like she's an object...some kind of gift from Tina."

"No...that's not what I mean. Molly agreed to do this for Tina, thinking that she might be able to be with BOTH of us. When I told her I wouldn't let you fuck her, I could see the disappointment in her eyes. But she didn't complain. She was happy with whatever we were going to let her do with us. For Tina to find someone that beautiful, and that fun, and that willing to go with the flow...that all hit me when you were eating her. Molly deserved to have you fuck her...and so did Tina."

"Tina deserved me fucking Molly?"

"She deserves to know that what she set up was appreciated, by ALL of us in that car." 

"Huh," I said with a little chuckle.

"What?"

"That actually made sense," I laughed again.

"Of course it makes sense. It's us. Now...let's get some sleep, baby...I'm sure Tina has more big plans in store for us tomorrow."



Ann: A Love Story Ch. 61



"Baby, I'm done in the bathroom...you need to get up," Ann called out from the other room.

She'd woken up first, and I had heard her in the shower at some point, but I'd dozed back off. Then I heard the hair dryer after she'd gotten out, and it woke me up again for a moment. But it was all so fuzzy. I mean, I knew what the noises were, but it seemed more like a dream. I was still tired...actually, I was exhausted. I heard Ann calling out to me, but all I wanted to curl back up under the big red comforter, and drift off again.

Instead, I was staring out the window, looking at the dawning of another gorgeous day. Normally that would have excited me, but it seemed so cruel at the time. I wanted to sleep, yet I knew I couldn't. And it wasn't just that the bright blue skies seemed to be calling to me. Ann and I had one more stop to make on our long cross-country drive, and that was about 550 miles away. 

Ann hopped onto the cushions of the sectional couch we'd spent the night on, her naked body looking hot from being in the steamy shower, and from being...hot! She yanked the comforter off of me, the cool air making me curl up a little ball like it was some reflexive action. 

I felt Ann touch the bare skin of my upper arm, stroking it lovingly. "Come on, Neil. We're going to have more fun today...but we really need to go. Do you want me to suck start you?"

"Do I want you to do WHAT?"

Ann's bright smile seemed to block out the sunshine coming through the window. "Haven't you ever heard that expression...where a woman is so hot, she can suck start a Harley...or a Corvette...or whatever?"

"Yeah...I guess I have. I've just never heard it directed at me, though."

"Well, that saying had to come from somewhere...and you're my favorite thing to ride. So, if you need me to suck you to get you going, just say the word," she said, reaching for my cock. I laughed and moved towards the edge of the couch. Ann got a little pout on her face as I scooted away from her. "So I guess that's a no, then."

"I love the idea, but you're right...we need to go. I'll take a quick shower."

"Okay...I'll tidy up out here, and we can go get something to eat before we hit the road."

When I came out of the bathroom, Ann was already dressed, and she was actually a little conservative from what I'd been used to on the trip. She was wearing a simple sundress that came to mid thigh. It was pale blue, with spaghetti straps over her shoulders, and it had little white buttons that went all the way down the front. It would have seemed plain and ordinary...your run of the mill dress off the rack of most department stores across the land. But Ann was the one wearing it, and that suddenly made it a fashion statement of erotic proportions. 

She'd left the top few buttons undone, the material pealing down like flaps on both sides to create a V-like opening at the top. That also showed the tops and insides of Ann's breasts in the most amazing way...as if they were framed and hung on a wall like a priceless piece of art. Ann had also left the bottom few buttons of the dress open as well, so that more of her perfect legs would show. And with the dress being tight, it hugged every contour of her sexy frame. On her feet, Ann was wearing a pair of white, open toed, high heeled sandals. The spikes were about 4 inches high, and they just slipped onto her feet...no straps holding them to her ankles.

Ann had put her dress from the night before back into the garment bag that it came in, along with the sexy shoes she's worn. She had also picked up the tuxedo I'd worn, and put it back in its bag, laying it on the bed. And, she had packed up all the other things we'd brought, ready for me to take them downstairs. 

I walked out of the bathroom in a pair of tan golf shorts, and I put on a forest green T-shirt over it. Slipping on my sandals, I looked at Ann, who was eyeing me.

"I've never met a man that can make a T-shirt look so sexy," she said as she came over to me and gave me a hug. It was a bullshit compliment, but I loved that Ann went out of her way to make me feel good about myself. But she didn't have to. I felt good about myself just having her in my arms, knowing she was mine.

"You look amazing too, Ann."

"What...this? Its six years old. I can't believe I still have it. It's so out of style."

"Ah...that's right. I forgot that women's clothes have an expiration date on them. Why would you want to wear something that makes me want to rip if off and fuck you?"

Ann giggled. "You make me laugh so much, Neil."

"Come on, we can laugh some more on the way to breakfast...otherwise, I AM going to rip that off of you and fuck you!" 

Ann smiled over her shoulder as she walked towards the door, making her hip sway in the most seductive way. "I guess that's one more reason to have an old dress...I won't care if you ruin it when you rip if off me." 

~*~*~*~*~*~

I was settling the bill at the front desk with Charles, who had told me the night before that he would still be on duty in the morning. Still, it surprised me a little. It made sense when it was Julie at the Mountain Resort we stayed at. She appeared to live there, so she was kind of a round the clock Manager. But for a guy that worked at a hotel, it seemed like a really odd shift. When I'd questioned him about it as he prepared the paperwork, he politely said he was working an extended shift to cover for another employee. 

I was looking over the details of the bill, checking all of the additional items that had been added. Like dresses, and tuxes, and limousines. I wasn't complaining about the price...after all, it was all part of the 'pampering' of Ann that her Uncle had insisted on when he gave me the money to pay for such things. But I still wanted to know what I was paying for, so I was taking my time as I looked it over.

Charles must have wondered too, because he said, "Are you finding everything in order, Mr. Thomas?" in his thick British accent.

"It's Neil, Charles. And yes, everything looks okay. By the way, we left the tux in the suite. It's on the bed," I said as I looked at that line on the bill.

"Very well. I'll make sure we get that returned. If there's something you wish to dispute on the bill, I'll gladly get the invoices of the..."

I looked up from the paper and smiled as I shook my head. "There's no need Charles...it's fine. I'm not disputing anything. Actually, it just really hit home with me how much Tina really orchestrated. Seeing it all in black and white...it's a little overwhelming."

"You have no idea, Neil. As I said yesterday, Miss Roberts is very detail oriented." 

I paid Charles...in cash, which seemed to surprise him. But he just smiled as he handed me my copy of the bill. It was an odd grin, and he let out a little chuckle.

"Something amusing?" I asked.

"More interesting than amusing. I just found it odd that you looked over the bill so carefully, but you didn't seem to notice the most important detail."

I looked at the paper again, scanning it over and over to find out what he was talking about. Finally, I noticed at bottom that there was a typed in note...from Tina. 

'Neil, I hope you and Ann enjoyed last night. But no matter what happened, I personally promise that tonight is going to be better. In fact, it won't even be close. Tina'

I looked at Charles, who said, "As I said...VERY detail oriented. I even had to send a facsimile of that to prove I'd typed it exactly as she'd dictated it to me."

"Wow."

"Wow?" Charles asked.

"Yeah...wow. If Tina was so concerned about what you typed, it REALLY makes me wonder what she has in store for us tonight."

"Wonder indeed," Charles nodded.

While I was at the desk, Ann had finished putting our things in the car for us, and she'd even driven it into up to the door. I just had time to put the bill in the back pocket of my shorts as she walked into the lobby. I didn't want her to see I'd paid cash...and have her wonder about it. But she seemed to have other things on her mind, just based on the look on her face. When she got to the desk, I introduced her to Charles, and that wasn't lost on Ann.

"Oh...you're the one that was working with Tina."

"Yes Miss Franklin," Charles said with a nod. "I trust you enjoyed your stay with us?"

"Absolutely," she said with a wink. "You're the one that arranged for us to have Molly as our driver, right?"

"Yes...that would be me. Did you find her satisfactory?"

Ann giggled and said, "She was way beyond satisfactory. She was amazing!"

"I'll be sure to tell her you were pleased."

"I don't think you have to...we showed her last night," Ann winked again. Then she looked at Charles and said, "I'm surprised you're working this morning...are you here much longer?"

"I'm here for another few hours. Why do you ask?"

"Wow...that may make this a little easier than I thought. Molly said she'd be coming here today to pick up another party...will you be seeing her?"

"Yes. She's picking up another couple and driving them to Lincoln for the day. I believe she's due to arrive around 9."

"I wonder if you'd be good enough to give her something for me."

"Of course, Miss Franklin...I'd be happy to help."

Ann put her purse on the counter and opened it. Reaching in, she pulled out one of her 'Antonio' dildos, and placed it front and center on the countertop.

"I'd like you to give her this. Let her know it's my personalized model, and it will help remind her of last night a little easier. And it will keep her from having to shop for one herself today...okay?"

Charles blushed a little, especially when he picked up the rubber phallus and placed it down below, out of sight behind the counter. "Yes, Miss Franklin. I'll make sure to tell her."

"Do you need to write that down, or can you remember? Maybe you should say it back to me," Ann said in a rush.

I looked at Charles with a smile. Shrugging, I said, "What can I say...she's a stickler for details too."

~*~*~*~*~*~

"I feel like I should go to the car and put on the dress I had on last night!" Ann said as she looked around the restaurant. She was referring to the slinky, sexy red evening gown she'd worn to the dinner theater.

"Yeah...I feel like a brown suit in a room full of tuxedos," I said with a laugh.

Ann and I had gone to a restaurant that Charles had recommended we try for breakfast. It was just down the road from the hotel a couple of miles, and it looked enticing as we headed inside. But as we sat down in our booth, both Ann and I looked around as we looked at the menus. It was eerie, because we seemed so out of place. It was like everyone in the place knew just by looking at us that we weren't from the area. 

For the record, I'd never been uncomfortable in the Midwest. Everywhere I'd gone, no matter the state, I felt at home. And part of that was the way people there accept you. As a general rule, they're warm, friendly, well mannered folks that welcome you even if they didn't know you. Sure, there were always going to be those few in a crowd that could go out of their way to make you feel bad or unwelcome. But for the most part, those were few and far between to me. 

But this was strange. While Ann and I weren't being stared at, we certainly had been noticed when we'd walked in. And at the same time, we had noticed everyone else. How could we not...it was just too odd to be a coincidence. 

Our waitress came over, and bluntly said what everyone in the place apparently already knew before we even sat down. "Hello...you two must be passing through."

"Uh...yeah," I said, while Ann slowly nodded as she tried to concentrate on her menu instead of the people around us.

"Well...welcome to Omaha. My name is Trudy, and I'll be serving you today. Can I get you some coffee?"

"Yes...please," I said, speaking for both Ann and myself.

"Okay...I'll be right back to take your order."

As Trudy walked away, Ann looked at me from behind the menu she seemed to be using to shield herself. Leaning over the table, she whispered, "Have you ever seen anything like this in your life?"

"Not that I can remember."

"Do you think this has something to do with that rodeo you were telling me was in town?"

"I don't know...maybe. I don't know anything about rodeos to be honest. But there has to be a reason for this."

While Ann and I were still pondering the odd setting we found ourselves in, Trudy came back with our coffee, and pulled out her little pad.

"Are you ready to order, or do you need some more time?"

We were ready, and we went ahead and ordered. But as Trudy was about to leave, Ann caved to her curiosity. Truth be told, if she hadn't, I was going to a second later.

Ann cleared her throat and politely asked, "Can I ask you a question, Trudy?"

"Sure sweetie. What is it?"

"Why are all these people wearing red?"

"Because...it's Saturday!" she said as she winked and walked away.

Ann looked at me, the confusion written on her furrowed brow. "What does Saturday have to do with it?"

I looked around the place again, scanning the people that were sitting down. I couldn't tell what they were wearing, other than the vast majority of them were wearing some kind of red shirt. I was struggling with the meaning of what Trudy had said as well...it seemed too simplistic an answer to make sense. But then I spotted a young guy in a hat at the far end of the restaurant. It was a red baseball cap, with a big white 'N' on it.

I looked at Ann, my mouth opening in surprise. "Holy shit...that's it!"

"What's it?" 

"We're in Nebraska!"

"I already knew that, Neil."

"We're in Nebraska, Ann...on a Saturday in September."

"So what...that means you have to wear red?"

"In a way...yeah. Unless you're not from around here."

"I'm not following, baby."

"The Nebraska Cornhuskers, Ann. University of Nebraska...in Lincoln, just down the road from here."

"You mean football?"

"Yeah. They don't have any professional sports teams in Nebraska. College football is like a religion here."

"Really?" Ann said, a little surprised.

"Yeah...just like basketball is in..."

"INDIANA," she said, finishing my sentence. "Oh my God...no WONDER! So all of these people are going to the game?"

Trudy came back with a refill on our coffee, and heard Ann. "Figured it out, did you?"

"Yeah," I said with a sheepish grin. "I feel really stupid now."

"Nonsense...it happens a lot. And no...these people aren't going to the game...not unless they get a move on. We're playing at Minnesota today."

"So they're not even playing at home, and all these people are still wearing red? Why?" I asked.

"Because...it's Saturday!"

~*~*~*~*~*~

I felt rested for the first time all day. But waking up from a nap always seemed to do that for me. I couldn't believe how much I needed it...and I was so grateful that Ann had insisted that she start out driving, since she'd slept most of the day as I drove the day before. Since she hadn't driven at all on our trip from Colorado to Nebraska, she told me she felt obligated to drive when we started.

I was in no mood to argue. I was actually relieved. I hadn't wanted to get out of bed in the first place, so it didn't take much arm twisting to get me to ride shotgun instead. I fell asleep sometime just after we crossed the Missouri river into Iowa. When I woke up I was looking out the side window of the car, the dizzying blur of cornrows appearing to fly by as we drove past them. Moving the lever on the passenger seat, I sat up and turned off my right side to face the front of the car. 

I usually slept on my side, and somewhere along the way, I must have reverted to that natural position to feel more comfortable. But that was when I was asleep. Now that I was awake, I quickly realized just how uncomfortable it was to be lying there like that. As I sat up, the sharp pain in my neck and the ache in my back hit me at the same time.

I let out a low groan as I attempted to stretch to get the kinks out. Shaking my head for a second, I looked out the window, seeing nothing but miles of cornfields ahead along the long, straight highway we were currently traveling on.

"Are you okay, Neil?" Ann asked, as she drove.

Blinking my eyes, I looked out the windshield again. "Yeah...I'm just getting the kinks out. I shouldn't have slept on my side. How long was I out?"

"About four hours."

"Four hours? Where are we?"

"In the middle of the biggest cornfield I've ever seen in my life," Ann laughed. "The damn thing is endless."

I closed my eyes again, and then opened them, trying to get some kind of focus. I was still groggy, and the sun was making it hard for me to see because of the glare. I fumbled around for my sunglasses, finding them in a little nook on the dashboard, and put them on. 

Seeing better, I let out a little sigh, my hand going to my neck as I tried to rub the pain away. "So we're still in Iowa?" I asked.

"Illinois. We crossed over the Mississippi a half hour ago. But it's the same, at least from what I can tell. Flat and full of corn."

"I slept all the way through Iowa?" I said, leaning back into my seat with my eyes closes, still trying to get the kink out of my neck.

"Pretty much. But you obviously needed it baby. You had to be tired after yesterday. And we've both spent a lot of energy on this trip. Are you okay?"

"I'll be fine...just a stiff neck."

"Anything else stiff?" she asked with a giggle.

"Ha...a little...I always wake up with a hard on. Wait...that means we missed the sign coming into Illinois!"

"Yeah...so? And way to change the subject, by the way."

"So! We missed it," I said, upset that the opportunity to take pictures of Ann next to the welcome sign was long gone.

"I know. But you said last night it was going to be too dangerous because of the bridge. And it would have been...trust me. Anyway, I thought you said we were going to stop at some place going into Indiana so we could do both of those at once...didn't you?"

"Oh...yeah. I guess I did. Man, I must be losing it."

"No you're not. You're just tired. So, care to go back to the OTHER subject?"

I glanced over to Ann for the first time since I'd woken up. Her left foot was up on the dashboard, next to the steering wheel. She'd slipped off her high heeled sandals, once again choosing to drive barefoot. I noticed that she'd unbuttoned one more button on the top of her dress, and at least one, maybe two at the bottom. Ann was showing a little more flesh, which I didn't mind at all. But what struck me as odd was that she'd moved her dress, so that she wasn't sitting on the back of it. It was bunched up behind her back, so that she was sitting on her bare bottom on the cloth seat as she drove down the interstate.

I looked down at Ann's left hand, resting on her thigh near her groin. Her right was obviously on the steering wheel, as she kept the car centered in our lane as we hurtled down the highway. But that left one seemed to be tantalizingly close to her crotch, and the way her fingers were positioned, it made me wonder what she'd been up to while I was asleep.

Taking her cue, I asked, "So, you were asking about the other subject. I assume you've had that on your mind for a while."

"What makes you say that?"

"A couple of things...but, I'll just go with the fact that you're sitting on your bare ass."

Ann looked over and flashed me a sexy grin. Then she moved her hand, lifting up the front of her dress for me. There, buried deep inside her very wet pussy, was one of her dildos...just like the one she'd left for Molly. "Very observant," she said as she grabbed a hold of it and started moving it in and out of her pussy very slowly.

"How long have you been doing that?" I laughed.

"Three orgasms worth...about once an hour. I'm due for my fourth here pretty soon, but I was hoping I wouldn't have to do that one myself. After all, we ARE in a new state," she said with another one of her sexy winks.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 61



"Hmm...what did you have in mind?"

"Actually...I've been thinking about that for the last couple of hours. I know you're still in charge, but would you mind letting me take you somewhere?"

"You actually have some place in mind?"

"Well...I don't have an exact location specifically. But I'm pretty sure we won't have any trouble finding a place to stop to do what I want to do." 

"Well, that sounds a little too good to pass up, babe. Go ahead and take us there."

~*~*~*~*~*~

Ann looked over her shoulder, her eyes in the dreamy state as I pounded into her mercilessly. "God...I've always wanted to do this," she said as she leaned forward just a little.

"Really...just like this?"

"Well...maybe my dreams as a kid were more like what you were doing to me a few minutes ago. But I've been dreaming about what you're doing now all...day...long!" she said, her last few words in time with my balls slapping up against her cunt as I buried my cock inside her.

Once I'd told Ann that she should take us to wherever she had in mind, she started looking for highway signs to find the exit she was looking for. As it turned out, she took the first exit we came across, which was a bit of a surprise. It was a rural exit, and there wasn't the hint of anything there...not even a gas station. It was literally like we'd gotten off in the middle of nowhere, if you defined 'nowhere' as flat, open farmland dotted by the occasional farmhouse few and far between.

Ann turned south off of the exit, and headed down a country road, bordered on both sides by more cornfields. She was driving along, looking at the rows of corn on both sides, like she was expecting to find something there. I was about to ask her what the hell we were doing, when she let out a little shriek of joy and slowed down, turning the car across the highway as she pulled onto a little dirt path that split the field that was to our east. 

Now, we were driving IN the cornfield, on a bumpy access road the farmers use to drive their equipment down. The corn was so close to us it seemed like it was practically hitting the mirrors on the car as Ann navigated the ruts and potholes in the trail. About a half mile from the road, there was a little rise in the field, and we went up and over it, and I saw Ann checking her rearview mirror...a happy little smile appearing on her face. 

She found a place that was a little wider than the rest of the path, and she stated doing a little maneuvering with the car.

"What are you doing?" I asked, finally intrigued enough that I couldn't hold in my questions any longer.

"I'm turning around," she said as she put the car in reverse, and made another quick turn of the wheel.

"Oh...we're in the wrong cornfield? Maybe we should go back to Iowa...and we'll find the baseball field you're looking for," I laughed, referring to 'Field of Dreams', the first movie Ann and I had ever seen together on our last night in Indiana. 

"That's funny," she said as she backed up and moved forward one more time. "We're in the right place. I'm just turning around now so we don't have to do it later." 

"This is the right place? Seriously?"

Ann turned off the car and pulled up the parking brake, stopping in the middle of that dirt road well off the country road we'd turned off of. "Yep...this is it," Ann said as she started to unbutton the rest of her dress.

"Ann...we're in the middle of a damn cornfield."

"Uh huh. You said it...consider this my little 'Field of Dreams'. Now wait here...I'm going to go build a place for us to have some fun." 

"You're going to BUILD it?"

"Yep...make it...build it...whatever. What did he say in the movie, Neil...if I build it, you will cum," she giggled.

It seemed to be a bit of a stretch just to make a pun, but I'd started it by talking about the movie in the first place. I had a little smirk on my face as Ann got out of the car, and took off her dress. She was standing naked outside as she threw it on the seat, along with the dildo she'd had stuffed in her pussy. Then she closed the door and went to the back, opening the hatch. Yelling from the back, she said, "Give me fifteen minutes, and then come fuck me baby."

"Where are you going to be?" 

"You'll know. Just look."

With that, she closed the hatch and said, "Oh...no peeking, and come naked."

I stared straight ahead, shaking my head as I thought about what she could possibly be doing. "What could she be making?" I asked myself, "...and who are we, the children of the corn? This whole thing seems so...weird." 

But then I thought about the movie that we'd shared that last night together in Fort Wayne...the night of our date. And a strange feeling hit me...the way thoughts come full circle. Here we were in a cornfield, much like what was in that movie and we were heading back home, to Indiana, where we'd seen it. And Lord knows...Indiana has its own share of cornfields too. I wasn't sure of the correlation, if there even was one, but I found it suddenly symbiotic. 

Looking out the windshield, I noticed for the first time that Ann had parked in a spot that was hidden. The rise in the field that we'd driven over now hid the car from the country road we'd driven down. It couldn't have been on purpose, because Ann couldn't have known it was even there, but the fact that fate had led us to a place where we could truly be alone, and in some way fulfill whatever Ann had in mind kind of hit me as well. Ann and I were big believers in fate...since we felt that's what brought us together in life. 

Checking my watch, I leaned up and took off my shirt, and then unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts, taking them off as I sat in the car. I didn't want to waste any time once the fifteen minutes were up. At that point, it was just a waiting game, trying to be patient and make sure I gave Ann enough time to do whatever it was that she was doing. 

Which had me thinking, "What the hell can she be doing?"

I checked my watch again a few minutes later, and then I checked my cock. Both of them were telling me it was time to go find Ann. I got out of the car, and decided rather quickly that the sandals were staying on, and I headed down the path, looking for where she might be. I was going slowly, not wanting to miss a sign, but I doubt I could have once I saw it. There, about 50 yards farther ahead, was a red bra hanging on a stalk of corn.

I'd never seen Ann wear that particular bra, and she hadn't worn ANY underwear when we started the day, so she'd obviously gotten that out of the car when she'd opened the back. That, or there was another naked babe running around. Either way, that was where I was headed. Once I got to the bra, I looked down the row of corn. I couldn't see anything, but I knew that's where I needed to go.

Now, I'd been in my share of corn mazes before, but those were always done in late fall, near Halloween, made from the tattered tan stalks that came at the very end of the growing season. AND, the pathways cut into the cornfield to make the maze were always as wide as a hallway, never smaller than 4 feet, and sometimes wider. This was just a row of corn that I was following to who knows where. Well, Ann knew, but she wasn't there to tell me.

I followed that row for about a hundred yards at least, walking along the uneven terrain. I was at least happy that it hadn't rained recently. I could only imagine how the dark earth would have looked if it were mud instead. Then again, we probably would have gotten the car stuck just a couple of feet onto that little road we'd traveled down to get where we were.

Out of nowhere, a little clearing appeared in front of me as I approached. As I got closer, I could tell that Ann had indeed been busy...and it stunned me that she'd been able to do it in fifteen minutes.

"So...this is how crop circles happen. Horny women working in the fields," I said as I looked at Ann, who was already sweating and breathing heavy as she lay on the big horse blanket she'd gotten from her Aunt Helen.

"Yeah...I feel a little guilty about ruining the corn, though," she said as she looked up at me.

"I don't think it's that big a deal, Ann. I think this is a field of popcorn...otherwise, they would have harvested them already. Besides, the combine should still be able to separate the corn from the stalks when they come through here."

"How do you know so much about corn...you never lived on a farm?"

"No...but I know a lot of people who do," I smiled. "So...what are we doing here?"

"We're fucking...just like we would if we lived in Indiana when we were kids, and I lived on a farm and you were my boyfriend."

It was an interesting little fantasy that Ann had come up with. And I was guessing that there was more to it than something that she had come up with in the few hours she'd been driving while I was asleep. But the answers to any questions I might have had at the time would have to come later. I had an extremely horny fiancée on my hands.

I sat down and took off my sandals, placing them next to Ann's sneakers, answering at least one question I had. And as I was doing that, Ann reached her hand to my lap and started stroking my huge erection. 

"Mmm...you came ready," she said with a smile.

"You told me I'd get to cum...that's enough motivation for me," I replied as I turned my attentions to her breasts. 

We laid back onto the blanket, made lumpy and uneven from the broken stalks and ears of corn beneath it. Ann had cleared out an area of about 10 square feet, just a little bigger than the blanket, pressing the corn down with her shoes so that she could spread it out. It wasn't the most comfortable place I'd ever fucked, but there was something exciting about it. It was crude, and a little insane. But it was definitely different, and Ann and I loved to do things that weren't necessarily ordinary. I thought of her comment the day before, when she'd said something about our little foray into the world of bondage. She said that if it wasn't what I liked, we could just mark it off the list of things we'd tried, and move on. 

I loved the idea that we even had a list, whether it was written, or undocumented; spoken or left to our imagination. Just the idea that we were trying different things sexually to see if it was something that turned us on was inspiring, and a little motivational. And no matter how it turned out in the end, we were still having sex with someone we loved. We could always add it, or cross it off our list.

Ann took my cock into her mouth, sucking me hard down her tight throat. SHE was motivated, her nostrils flaring as she breathed hard while taking me deep. I was playing with her nipples, but she pushed me onto my back, wanting things to progress quicker than I'd anticipated. But I should have seen that coming. She'd been fucking herself with her dildo all the way through Iowa...she'd been having foreplay with herself. Now that she had a real cock to play with, she had no intentions of working our way slowly towards what she wanted. And no man that I know of will complain if his woman wants to go straight to go, and bypass all the other stops along the way, myself included in that group. Ann wanted to fuck, and fuck right then...so I didn't argue.

Her sucking my cock was just to make it slick, and to get me into the position she wanted to start in. I'd told her that she could be in charge of this little part of our trip for the day, and she was taking full advantage of that privilege. Rolling me onto my back, I thought we were going to do a 69 as Ann swung her body around and threw her leg over my head. I was staring up at a very wet pussy with a very hard clit sticking out in plain view. But instead of lowering her body so I could taste her, Ann scooted forward. 

Ann's pussy gripped my shaft as she sank down over my crotch with her back to me, making our groins meld together. Her hands went to my chest, and she secured her feet on the ground as she started riding me. The way her pussy enveloped my shaft was amazing; the more I fucked Ann, the more I realized what we were built for each other, like my cock was specifically made to fit inside her tight cunt. Of course, she was actually fucking ME at the moment, but the effect felt the same.

I could feel Ann's nails digging into the skin of my chest. It wasn't hard, and it didn't hurt...there was a little pain, but it felt incredible as she sort of massaged them in place, changing the pressure and intensity, just like she was changing her pace as she fucked me. 

After a little while, Ann leaned forward, her hands going to my lower legs as she bent my shaft back at an intense angle. She started moaning almost at once, and I could actually feel her clit dragging along the soft skin of my rock hard shaft. I placed my hand on Ann's lower back, feeling her sweat-slick skin as it moved up and down against my palm. Just my touch had made her body react in such a way that I grinned.

My other hand moved to Ann's hip. Then I had hands on both hips, feeling her as she rode me. Slowly, I moved my hands around to her ass, until they were under her, feeling her bottom landing on my crotch. Digging MY fingers in, I pulled at her ass, spreading her cheeks so I could peek at the little pink rosebud that was her asshole.

As I held her ass open, with my middle fingers touching her back door, Ann screamed out. "FUCK...NEIL! You make me feel SOOOO GOOOOOD!" 

She started cumming, humping her ass up and down faster, making my hands slip. Her hips were moving so fast that I couldn't grab her again, so I just placed my right hand underneath her, my middle finger rubbing her ass hole.

"Oh...God...FUCK!" she said as pulled off and got on her hands and knees. Looking over her shoulder, Ann practically barked at me. "Fuck me baby. I want you to fuck me!"

I got up and grabbed her hips again. I had my right knee on the ground just inside her right leg. My left leg was bent, my foot firmly planted next to the outside of her left knee, grazing it as I took my cock in my hand and fed it into her gaping cunt. As it sank deep inside her wet gash, I groaned, my fingers digging into the skin of her hips.

"Fuck, Ann...you're pussy is so damn tight!"

"That's because your cock is so fucking thick," she said as she reared her back and slammed her ass back into me.

We began fucking each other hard, the collision of our bodies almost violent. The slapping of my groin hitting Ann's ass floating through the rows of corn, sounding like to wild animals rutting in the cover of a corn field. We were grunting and squawking, along with some very creative cursing as we went at each other. When one of us would do something particularly hard, the other would raise their level and go even harder. It was like we were trying to out fuck each other. And with Ann and I being as competitive as we were, that was proving to be interesting at the very least.

I knew it was going to happen. And in a way, I wanted it to. From the moment I got on the blanket with Ann, there was no pretending that this was going to be anything other than us fucking. Just looking around where we were told us both that this wasn't a place to make love. Ann had 'built' a place for us to fuck. And that being fact, it was easy to see where we'd end up; it happened almost every time that Ann got into a mood where she wanted her sex hard and rough.

I'd touched on it, when I touched Ann's ass with my fingers. She was telling me she wanted me to fuck her in the ass. She just wasn't saying it with words; she was using her body to tell me, and that made it even hotter to me. My right hand made it's way to Ann's delectable ass, caressing her skin. Actually, I was dragging my nails lightly across it, making her curse at me, begging me to fuck her harder. Instead, I pulled my cock out of her pussy for a minute, jamming three fingers into it to get them wet. She yelled at me, telling me how close she was to cumming, which I already knew.

When I stuffed my cock back inside her cunt, she knew what I was doing, especially when my fingers grazed her ass again.

"Do it! Stick your fucking fingers in my ass!" she screamed.

I did, not waiting to work my way up to three by starting with just one. I held them together, and rammed all three of them inside her tight back door, making her scream even louder. I was fucking her in time with my cock, invading both of her holes at once. And that brought Ann close again, picking up beyond where we'd left off.

Ann turned her head, her eyes looking almost angry as she neared her orgasm. I knew it was the sexual mood talking. But it stunned me a little when she barked, "When I start to cum, pull that big mother fucker out of my cunt and start fucking my ass with it!"

I wasn't going to debate it, or ask if she was sure. I knew better. And it wasn't going to be a problem anyway. I could feel her anal ring loosening up around my fingers as she relaxed. I knew she was working her body, preparing for what she wanted me to do to her. It amazed me that she was learning that kind of control, considering just a few months before the mere thought of taking anything up her ass, let alone something as big as my dick, had mortified her.

But now, Ann was begging me to take her anally and that's what I intended to do. She lowered her upper body, her nipples dragging along the rough weave of the horse blanket; her hands gripping at the edge of the material as she pushed back into me.

"I'm cumming Neil! I'M CUMMING...FUCK MY ASS! PLEASE FUCK MY ASS!"

I pulled my fingers out of her back hole and I grabbed both of her cheeks with my hands, stretching them wide to keep her ass open for the tip of my cock. I pulled out of her pussy on one stroke, and jammed my shaft into her ass full bore on the next. Ann's growl was astounding, the primal scream she was holding back sounding even worse than if she would have just let it out. She sounded like she was being tortured. But when she looked back to me a second time, the smile on her face showed just how what I'd done really made her feel. 

Ann's hand flew to her cunt, and she started frigging her clit frantically to keep her orgasm going strong. I decided to help her, so I reached underneath with both hands, and I started pawing at her tits. That made Ann push her body back up with her left hand to give me room, and I yanked on her nipples, making her wince and hiss at me while I pounded away at her ass.

That's when Ann said she'd always wanted to be fucked like I was fucking her. And when I questioned her, she admitted that the part with me fucking her ass was just during the last few hours. I wondered what had made her want our sex to be on the rough side, since we'd just done our little experiment with bondage and such a couple of days before. Of course, that was the extreme, and we weren't going to be doing that again for a while. But, it seemed like every week or so, Ann liked a really hard fuck that included anal. So maybe that's all this was...it just seemed a little soon on the heels of our night in Colorado. 

But then again, that was three states ago...and it was six since I'd fucked her in the ass, since all I'd done at the resort that night was put a butt plug inside her. Maybe that was part if it...I hadn't actually fucked her anally the night I had her tied and at my mercy. But whatever the root cause happened to be, this was what it was...Ann wanted her ass fucked, I was giving her what she wanted. 

I moved my right foot, squatting over Ann as I placed it just outside right knee like my other foot was. Grabbing her hips, and having leverage from having both feet on the ground, I bent my back and started firing forward with my thighs. It was a position I'd never tried, and I doubted Ann had either. But it was a dramatic difference from how we'd just been using and abusing each other...and almost at once I felt my balls starting to stir.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 61



My cock seemed to swell inside Ann as I pumped into her, and she turned to look at me as soon as I felt it.

"You're going to cum, aren't you baby!"

All I could do was grunt and nod. I was too far gone to come up with anything to say. I just gripped Ann's hips tighter and pulled her ass into me. I lasted another few seconds...but I felt my balls tighten so hard it hurt, the cum inside them fighting to get out.

"Oh...FUUUUUUUCK!" I screamed.

Ann pulled forward fast, spinning on her knees as she reached back to grab my cock as it came out of her ass. She held on to the base with a death grip, squeezing it as hard as she could to hold back my load. She had this nasty glare in her eyes as she took the head of my cock into her mouth, sucking back and forth over it as fast as she could. The head of my cock was already sensitized, and it made it feel like torture...like little needles were barely touching my skin. And yet it was the most incredible feeling ever. I was already cumming, my balls churning inside their sack as they pumped away. But with the valve closed, so to speak, and Ann still stimulating me like I was only about to start my orgasm...there were conflicting sexual signals going off in my brain.

Ann stopped sucking, and she held the head of my cock still on her extended tongue. Letting go of my shaft, a huge explosion left the tip of my cock, splattering all over her mouth, face and hair. She slowly stroked me while she squeezed my balls hard with her left hand, and my knees buckled from the extreme pleasure she was giving me. I couldn't remember cumming with such sudden force, and my cock burned for a moment as my hot sperm shot out of it. But that only lasted a second or two, replaced by an almost euphoric release of emotions that hit me all at once.

I was staggered, and I actually had to go to the ground. By then I'd finished spurting, and Ann helped me to my ass, still gently holding onto my cock. She bent over, sucking me clean before she moved back, sitting on her ass. Her knees bent up, feet on the ground, with her arms around shins like she was just sitting casually. She watched me trying to recover, and she grinned. If there had really had been a contest, and we were trying to out fuck each other, Ann had won.

She slipped her shoes on and stood up, hands on her hips as she looked down at me...my cum dripping from her face. "Since you look like you still need some time, I'll let you pick up what I brought. I'll meet you back and the car. I'm going to go clean up a little."

And with that, Ann turned heel and disappeared into the corn, just like one of the characters would have in that magical first movie we shared together. I lay back for a moment, staring up into the bright blue sky. The entire sexual escapade had lasted less than 10 minutes...but it seemed like I'd been there for hours. And that made me grin as I put on my sandals. Grabbing the blanket, I neatly folded it and headed back to the car, making sure I grabbed her bra along the way. 

~*~*~*~*~*~

I was squirming on the seat as I tried to get comfortable. I'd readjusted the seat so the steering wheel felt right, as well as the pedals, but it still felt a little weird sitting in the driver's seat. Ann was laughing at me as she took another drink from the big jug of water that I'd brought up for her from the back of the car.

She had gotten out a towel I had put with the emergency kit, and she'd used the gallon jug of water clean herself a little before she got dressed again. She left the water and towel out for me to do the same, and once I had, she asked me to bring the water up front because she didn't want to get dehydrated. Based on how much she'd sweated during our fun in the field, it was hard to blame her.

Ann looked at me as I wiggled my ass, moving over closer to the door. "What in the world are you doing, Neil?"

"Trying to stay off the wet spot you left. No wonder you need to drink...I think there's a gallon of your cum left on this seat. The damn thing is soaked!"

Ann giggled. "Well, you were sleeping...what was a horny girl supposed to do?"

I got tired of trying to avoid the inevitable, and move back into the center of the bucket seat. "Fuck it! I'll just have to get wet," I smiled.

"It'll dry, baby."

"Can I ask you something?"

Ann gave me a sweet smile. "Of course."

"What got you so worked up that you came three times?"

"I told you, I was just horny, baby. I'm horny all the time when I'm around you."

I laughed and said, "Okay...I already knew that. But there seems to me to be more to it than that. Like what you said back there...the comment about always wanting to do 'that' when we were fucking. What were you talking about?"

"Okay...I'm going to tell you. And I'm NOT going to drag it out." I smiled, just at the thought of Ann admitting that she had tendency to find ways NOT to tell me things. Not on purpose, but just because her mind would wander when it came to things that involved sex. She smiled back and said, "Do you remember Connie from High School?"

"Connie...Connie Russell?" I said...naming the only Connie I could think of that was in our class. And she came to mind because I had actually taken her out a couple of times one summer when I came home from college.

"Yeah. She and I were good friends in High School. We were on the dance team together."

"I know...she wasn't as good as you though, if that's what you're asking."

Ann laughed and said, "I think you're biased...you've told me that before."

"Maybe now, but I wasn't biased back then. I just love letting you know how hot you were back then too. Anyway, about Connie."

"Yeah...Connie. She lived south of town...her Dad's a farmer."

"I know Ann...I've been there."

"You've been where?"

"The Russell's farm. It's pretty big."

"You and Connie are friends?"

"Well, sort of. We DID go to school together."

"Wait...you were out to her house when we went to school. I thought..."

"I didn't take her out or anything when we were in school, Ann. I didn't date anyone when we were in school. I took her out a couple of times after High School. The summer of my sophomore year in college."

"So you dated her?" Ann asked, a little puzzled.

"No...I took her out. We didn't date. We just went to the movies together a couple of times. I know I remember taking her to see 'The Empire Strikes Back'. And...we went dancing once," I said as I racked my brain trying to recollect that summer.

"If you went dancing...you went on a date. You dated her," Ann laughed. She wasn't jealous or anything. She was just surprised that I had gone out with someone that was a friend of hers. It was one of those moments where she'd forgotten that I had a life in town after she'd moved away...and it threw her a little.

"If you say so...but we didn't date. Actually, she's not my type." 

"What? Why...because she's a little heavy?"

"Okay...first of all, I don't think Connie is 'heavy'...or even a little heavy. She actually has a very nice body. She's fuller figured, but she has all the right curves in all the right places. And secondly, I hope you don't think that I'm that shallow."

"Baby, I don't think you're shallow...far from it. And I never said that Connie wasn't attractive. I guess that her being a little...curvy, was the first thing that popped into my head. And you're right, it shouldn't have. She's always been a good friend to me...so I shouldn't have said that. In fact, that's why I'm puzzled...why wouldn't she be your type?"

"Because she's not."

"Well why not?" Ann said, getting a little defensive about her former friend. "She's smart, she's funny, she's attractive, she's..."

"Gay," I said, looking over at Ann with a little smile.

"She's...WHAT?"

"Connie is gay, Ann." 

"W...when did that happen?" Ann said in shock.

"When did it happen? What kind of question is that? She's gay, Ann...it's not like she signed up for a club or something."

"Well I know that. But when did she start telling people...hell, I thought we were close. She never told me."

"Ann, do you hear yourself?"

"What? I would have understood."

"Look Ann...you just spent the last 10 years in California. It's no big deal there. But be honest...can you really blame Connie for not telling anyone in High School? Fuck, babe...I went through hell not that long ago just going through a divorce in that town. Imagine her coming out about her sexuality 10 years before that, when we were in school. You KNOW why she didn't tell you."

"Oh my God...I just can't believe it. But wait...you went out with her just the next year, and you found out..."

"Okay...I'll tell you. Connie worked at the plant that summer...we worked together on the production line, right next to each other. And so, we ended up going out."

"You tried to get in her pants, didn't you?" Ann laughed.

"I was just back from my freshman year in college Ann. So was she. And I'd had a LOT of sex that year in school...kind of found myself. But I was back in that little town, and here was this attractive girl next to me every day...so sure, I was working at it, for over a month. And she finally agreed to go out. But then she told me when we were standing in line for the movie."

"She just came out and told you...just like that?"

"She'd just spent her first year in college too, Ann. She went to a little liberal arts school in southern Indiana. And she found HER self. Actually, she just confirmed that she'd been denying who she really is, and she let herself go. So, we went to the movies, and she ended up telling me. Probably because we were in Fort Wayne, and she felt safe bing in a city. She said she needed to tell someone in our town, just so she wouldn't feel like she was still hiding it. But she really didn't come out, if you know what I mean."

"So...you were the first one she told?"

"In our town...yeah. I don't think there are still very many that know. It's actually one of the better guarded secrets that town has ever kept. I guess if you only tell the right people, there are those who CAN keep things to themselves."

"So you just went out that one time then?"

"No...I told you, we went to the movies a couple of times, and we went dancing once. A club in Fort Wayne."

"But why...after you knew, why did you two still go out? I don't get it."

"Because, I'm not shallow Ann. Connie confided something really personal to me. What was I supposed to do, bail on our friendship just because I wasn't going to get laid?"

"Well...no. Not when you put it like that."

"We had a good time...it gave her someone that she could hang out with that summer and totally be herself. She didn't have to hide who she was with me. Besides, she made it up to me that fall when we went back to college," I laughed.

"She made it up to you...how?"

"She invited me down to her college one weekend. She ended up setting me up with her roommate...a really hot girl named Nikita. Connie even had her come home with her for Thanksgiving that year, and I saw her then too." 

"You saw her? You mean you fucked her," Ann smiled.

"Yeah...and she fucked me too. It wasn't a one way street."

"Nikita...that's a really pretty name. Is that Hispanic?"

"Actually, Nikita's black."

"Wow...I'm learning more about you every day, baby. That is so cool."

"What...that I slept with a girl that's black? Kind of a non-issue, don't you think? I never saw her as black...I just saw her as hot, and horny."

"I know...that's what I love about you. You don't see color. Would it bother you to know I dated a black guy for a while?"

"No...I could care less who you dated. I only care who you're marrying," I said as I put my hand on Ann's leg. 

Ann was quiet for a moment, reflecting on all of the things we'd just talked about, which frankly covered a lot of territory. She was staring out the window, watching the world pass us by, and then she let out a little sigh. "So...where is she now?"

"Who, Nikita?"

"No...Connie. She wasn't at the reunion, but I think this kind of explains why."

"Funny, I think they're still living outside of Chicago," I said, as I pointed at a roadside distance marker as we passed it, telling us how far it was to the Windy City as we traveled east along I-80 in the middle of Illinois.

"They?" Ann asked, turning to look at me.

"Connie and Nikita."

"They live together?"

"Well, yeah. They're a couple. They fell in love their last year in college. I guess I left out the part where Nikita's bisexual, huh?" I laughed.

"Ha...yeah, you kinda did. But wait...you said Connie hooked you up with Nikita." 

"She did, but that was their sophomore year...the fell in love the next year. Then they graduated and moved to Chicago. That's where Nikita's from originally. I haven't seen them in a long time."

"Wow."

"Wow, what?" I asked.

"I guess it just seems odd to me that Connie introduced you to Nikita and you two had a little fling, and then she ended up with Nikita herself. Well, maybe not odd, but it's interesting."

"Why? I told you, Nikita's bisexual. So are you," I smiled.

Ann squinted, making her eyes sparkle, her cute little nose wrinkling as she reached over and hit me on the arm. "No I'm not!"

"Well, maybe not by some stereotyped category. But you have to admit, you're more in touch with that side of you than you were not that long ago. Face it, Ann...you've had sex with four different women in the last week, and two of them were women you'd just met."

"Four? Where do you get four?"

"Well, there was Dana...twice. Then there was Missy doing you, and you doing her later at the party. Then there was Maryam...and then Molly last night. That's four."

Ann looked back at me, her mouth opening as the number sank in. "Oh my God," she mouthed to herself, turning to look out the passenger window again. And with that, the car fell silent.

I let Ann have some space, knowing a lot was going on in her mind. Of course, that space as questionable. I'm not sure it counted as giving her 'space' when you considered we were confined two feet apart it a little compact car stuffed to the roof with boxes and suitcases. Still, I could tell Ann needed some time to collect her thoughts, even though I wasn't really sure the reasons why. 

After a while, though, the silence became distracting. Ann wasn't talking...she was just staring out that side window, watching more farmland whip past us. 

I finally felt I needed to reach out to her, just to be sure. "Ann...are you okay?" I asked quietly, not wanting to startle her.

"Huh? Oh...yeah, I'm fine baby," she said turning a little in her seat to look at me.

"You sure? Whenever you're that quiet, usually something's on your mind. You're not regretting being with them, are you?"

"Them?"

"The girls I mentioned a little while ago...Dana, Missy, and the rest."

Ann smiled sweetly, her nose wrinkling a little again, making me want to melt in my seat. "No baby. I don't regret any of them. I was just thinking about how maybe I've been wrong about being...bisexual. Maybe..."

I laughed and said, "Ann...I was kidding. You're not bisexual. You're just sexual...and you've found that you like being with women from time to time. It's not like you're Nikita. Not even close."

"How can you say that?"

"Well, I knew pretty much from the moment I met Nikita that she loved having sex with men...a lot. But, she connected emotionally on a sexual level a lot more with women. I can't explain HOW I knew...it was just a gut feeling. But I turned out to be right. And based on that, and how well I feel like I know you now, I know you're not the same." 

"Maybe...but I've been with four women in the last seven days, Neil. And the truth is, if things had been just a little different...I could easily have seen myself having sex Gracie in Sacramento that night. And if Julie would have been up for it at the lodge, I would have done her too...of course, you would have been in charge of that one since I was your slave at the time, so that would be different. But still, it's not like I don't think about being with women now."

"We're both just a little oversexed right now, Ann. And that's not a bad thing. We knew this was going to be an amazing trip home. Let's not label what we're doing...or you. Let's just enjoy this while it happens, because you and I both know that it's not going to happen with this kind of frequency all the time. And you know as well as I do that you're not like Nikita...you're not going to end up falling in love and living with a woman that's a lesbian."

Ann turned all the way around in her seat, scooting herself towards the center. Leaning over, she put her head on my shoulder, letting out a little sigh. "I love the way you talk to me, Neil. You really DO know me...and that kind of astounds me sometimes. You know just what to say to calm me down."

"I love you, Ann."

"I love you too, baby. And I love your cock...and I guess that really says everything, doesn't it. As much as I like being with a woman now, it's just fun and exciting. But there's not an emotional connection at all. I know that I couldn't live without you fucking me with your big fat cock. I need that, because it makes me feel like I'm a part of you."

It was a happy thought, and we both let out a little closed mouth moan as she stayed glued to my shoulder. We traveled miles in silence again, both of us thinking about our conversation, content to just be with each other. There were lots of happy thoughts going though my head as I felt Ann next to me, breathing peacefully.

I'd been thinking of Ann, and how she had changed over the last week. It was hard not to smile when I thought of the chances she'd taken and the parts of her sexuality that she'd willingly explored with me. It was also hard not to be excited about what we'd do in the future together. 

And in truth, I knew at that point that we'd make it together as a couple. Traveling across the country over 4 days together in that tiny, cramped car could give anyone the feeling that they were trapped. Add to that that Ann and I were really still in the infancy of our relationship, and it hit me that we'd handled things along the way better than most couples who have been together for years, or even decades would have been able to do. A sense of peace came over me when I thought of growing old with someone as beautiful and sexy as Ann. 

Passing another mile marker sign, I saw how far we were from Chicago, and that brought my thoughts to Connie and Nikita once more. I hadn't seen either of them in over five years. Connie was one of the first people to see through my ex wife, and call her for what she was. And she was the one person that had the courage to try to talk me out of marrying her. I suppose, in a way, it kind of cost me a friendship, because Connie was so convinced that I was making a mistake that she refused to come to the wedding. At the time, it hurt that she'd made a choice like that. But now it hurt that I'd actually made the wrong choice, and I'd lost a good friend because of it.

Just as all of that was going on in my mind, Ann asked me what I was thinking. So, I told her. Ann looked at me with her big brown eyes, sad that things had played out the way they had between me and Connie. But I kind of shrugged my shoulders about the whole thing. 

"She was another part of the collateral damage that my ex created, babe. But I own that...I didn't listen."

"And it doesn't bother you that you're not friends with Connie now?"

"Well, I suppose it does a little. But I had to come to terms with that a long time ago. Besides, if I'd listened to her, I wouldn't have you. And I think if I know Connie, all she wanted all along was for me to be happy. That's what I wanted for her too. That's why she pitched such a fit at the time...she knew. Somehow, she knew I'd end up heartbroken. But I'm happy now, Ann. I'm happier than I ever thought I could be. Connie would be thrilled if she knew we were together."




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 62



For the first time in days, we weren't driving down an interstate. Ann and I were finally 'back home again in Indiana', not that we were thinking about the song by the same name. But we were just happy to be that much closer to home, and our last night alone together. It was Saturday, and we'd be spending the night in a town close to the one I lived in. Actually, it was now going to be the town WE were going to live in, now that Ann was moving back home. But home for her would be her parent's house. And home for me, would be with my folks. 

While we were looking forward to not having to drive 10 to 12 hours every day, the thought of sleeping in separate beds, in separate houses, wasn't appealing at all. In fact, it pretty much sucked. So, thanks to Tina, Ann and I were going to spend one last night in each other's arms before we let that happen.

We'd gotten off I-80 while we were still in Illinois, heading south along the state border for about a half hour or so. From there, we took a road heading east to cross over into our home state. It was going to take us just a little longer to get to our final destination by going that way, but it allowed us some uninterrupted time along a much less traveled road than what we would have encountered if we'd stayed on the Interstate. With the amount of traffic on I-80 between Indiana and Illinois, it would have been too dangerous to do anything there.

The 'anything' we wanted to do was to take more pictures of Ann, standing next to the welcome signs from both of the states. I decided to take us to a more secluded road along the state line, and Ann had once again posed naked, showing her beauty and grace, as well as her incredible sexuality. She had a way of staring into the camera that showed not only her excitement, but also her vulnerability. Ann looked so hot and alluring as she played around for me while I took the pictures, yet at the same time she seemed so innocent. Ann was a paradox, showing so many different sides of her sexuality that it sometimes seemed too hard to believe. 

But that erotic scene was well into our rear view mirror now. We were traveling down US-30, and we were less than two hours from where we'd be staying the night. Of course, Ann didn't know that. She thought we were going all the way home, and I never told her differently. It was going to be my final surprise of the trip, and I had a feeling it would be a really good one. And I had that feeling because Tina had alluded to it in a note she'd had typed on the hotel bill from our stay in Omaha. 

And yet, while I was looking forward to whatever lied ahead for our overnight stay, and I had been excited by what we'd done during our little respite to take pictures, it was what happened before we'd stopped that had me smiling. Ann had actually told me about what had gotten her so turned on while I'd slept though Iowa. And I couldn't get that conversation out of my head.

~*~*~*~*~*~

"You and Connie were naked in the cornfields?" I said, pretty much repeating what Ann had just said.

Connie was a friend of mine. Well, she was a friend of ours, since Ann and I had both gone to High School with her. Ann was attempting to recount something that had happened between them during that time...and whatever that was had come to Ann's mind as she drove us through the flat, crop-covered farmlands of Iowa.

I had been exhausted from the day before, having driven the entire trip, which was followed by my exerting a lot of additional energy during our evening fun. Ann had said she wanted to make that up to me by volunteering to drive to start the day, and I took advantage of that by napping. That left Ann to battle the monotony of the long, boring highway alone, and she did so by daydreaming. 

Whatever thoughts Ann's mind wandered to, they turned her on to the point that she reached behind my seat and pulled out one of her many fat dildos. When I woke up, I noticed she was using it...and she'd been using if for quite a while. Three hours and three orgasms worth, according to what she'd told me; the wet cloth of the seat underneath her bare ass offering proof to back up that statement. 

We ended up fucking in a cornfield, and as we did, Ann let it slip that she had always wanted to do that. Later on, when I questioned what she really meant by that, Ann started to tell me about something she and Connie had done. But before she had the chance, we'd gotten lost on a tangent. Ann found out that Connie and I had gone out a couple of times, and I'd told her that Connie was gay, which was a revelation to Ann. It didn't bother Ann that Connie was a lesbian, but it did make her wonder about how that changed her view on what had happened between them all those years ago.

Ann smiled as I went redundant with her sentence. "Yes, Neil...we were naked in the cornfields."

'What...you just stripped off your clothes and went running down the rows?"

"No...let me try to explain, okay?"

"I'm sorry...go ahead."

"Like I said, we were friends. We were both on the dance team, and we played volleyball together...and we got close our junior year. And as you well know, that's when you moved to town...Connie and I used to talk about you a lot."

"You did?" 

"Well, I told you I kind of had that crush on you. And that started almost the day you arrived, and she's the only one I confided in."

"Okay...so what happened in the cornfield?"

"Well...that summer, I used to go out to Connie's house all the time. It was like my one escape away from town. She lived out in the country, five miles out, and her brothers had already moved away. Her Dad worked on the farm...so he was always busy and he was never around. And her Mom's a nurse, so she was always working really odd hours all the time at County Hospital. So on the days I wasn't watching Matt and Maria, I'd go out to Connie's, because I didn't want to be home alone, or argue with my Mom is SHE was home."

"So, you two were alone."

"Yeah...I'd go out there just to hang out. We'd watch Soap Operas, and 'The Price is Right', and we'd talk about our friends. And I'd talk about how cute you were, and how you made me wet. And again, that was BEFORE I danced for you when you kept stats for the basketball team. It was the summer between our junior and senior years...you'd only been in town about 6 months, but I talked about you every day."

"Wow, Ann...I really don't know what to say."

"Don't say anything. I'm just telling you so you understand what was going on in my mind back then...and today."

"Okay...so, now I'm REALLY intrigued."

"Good! So, anyway...Connie had a pool, above ground."

"I remember," I nodded.

"Right...but my Mom...well, I wasn't allowed to have a two piece bathing suit. So I had this ugly one piece thing. Connie had a couple of two piece suits, and she would have let me borrow one, but we're not the same size. So we ended up going to Fort Wayne one day, and I bought a really skimpy one. But then I wouldn't wear it."

"Why not?"

"The town. I knew there were no secrets in that town. So, in my head, I was convinced that somehow, it was going to get back to my Mom that I was wearing a bikini. Like Connie's parents would see me and rat me out."

"That's nuts, Ann. Why would they do that?"

"I know that now. But I was a sexually repressed seventeen year old, Neil. And I was paranoid. Buying that suit was like...the naughtiest thing I'd ever done to that point. I felt guilty just owning the damn thing. But I wanted to wear it so bad. I wanted to tan."

"What?"

"I'd always wanted a real tan...I never had one before. I had farmer's tans...just my arms and my legs because of the bathing suits I'd have to wear. That's when I really got into tanning. Connie and I would oil up, and lie out in the sun, and bake. I became obsessed about it."

"But what about your Mom? If she didn't want you to wear a bikini, how did you explain the tan? It's not like you could hide that forever."

"That's what you think," Ann said with a wink. "I got really good at hiding myself around the house."

I knew Ann loved tanning...she'd told me that, including how horny she gets laying out in the rays of the sun. And it was evident in how hot she looked. But while she certainly took precautions ten years later, it was different way back in the late 70's. Tanning wasn't considered dangerous...and perhaps it wasn't as bad back then. The ozone wasn't the big open window it is now. Girls wouldn't put sun block on...they'd actually slather baby oil all over their bodies. And just the thought of Ann, her golden skin shining from the slick oil all over her sexy body, had my cock so hard it was throbbing.

"So you were lying out by the pool..."

"No. That's just it. I had this new bathing suit, and I was too petrified to wear it. And Connie got mad...well, at first she was mad. But then she started to understand what I was going through when she came over to the house a couple of times and met my Mom."

"Oh...wow. How did that go?"

"Just like you would expect. Mom gave her the third degree. But Connie handled it. But remember, that was Mom back then. I'd like to think we've gotten past all of that...at least, I'm praying we are, since I'm moving back there for a while," Ann laughed.

I put my hand on Ann's thigh, and said, "You are, Ann. Everything's going to be fine."

Ann winked and said, "I know it is baby...you really helped our relationship, more than you'll ever know. But I want to stay on target here...you're going to get me distracted, and I want to tell you about the first time I ever masturbated thinking about you."

"WHAT?" I smiled, my hand snapping back like Ann's skin was on fire.

Ann's contagious laugh filled the car as she looked at my reaction. "That's what I was thinking about today, Neil. The first time you ever gave me an orgasm...at least, in my head."

"Okay...so you're not by the pool...so where were you?"

"Well, like I said, Connie finally understood my paranoia, but she wasn't going to let me off the hook. She wanted me to be brave enough to wear the bikini and tan with her. SOOOO...one day I go out to her house and I go around back, and she's not there. And she's not in the house either...there's nobody around. I mean, they never locked the door unless they left, and her car was there...but I couldn't find her. And she knew I was coming out."

"So where was she?"

"I'm sitting on the deck next to the pool, just waiting to see what's going on. And you know...they have this big yard in front, right? But the back, it's like there's room for the pool, and then there's maybe 30 feet of grass, and then it's the cornfield. It's like a privacy fence in the summer when the corn is full height, like it was that day. This was in early August, and I'd gone two months without wearing the bikini...we were running out of summer."

"You're starting to ramble, Ann," I said with a smile.

"No I'm not...this is actually all important so you know what's going on. Anyway, about five minutes after I got there, Connie comes walking out of the cornfield. It was the weirdest thing I'd ever seen. She just walked over to me like it was completely normal to walk out of a cornfield like that. So, she goes into the house and grabs her bag, and she tells me to follow her."

"Didn't you ask any questions?"

"No...I was so stupefied, I just grabbed my bag and followed her. We walk down this cornrow for like for what seemed like forever, and we end up in a place a little like the one I made today. But...Connie had been working on it a lot longer. It was bigger, and she'd actually cut down the stalks and laid them down so it was more even, and she'd gotten rid of the corn...it was just the stalks. AND...she put two reclining lawn chairs out there."

"What?"

"Yeah...I guess they had some old ones in the barn, and Connie put them out in the field. That's what she'd been doing when I was waiting on her...she'd just finished taking the second chair out there. So, she takes me out there, into this big open space in the middle of this cornfield, and she starts taking her clothes off. I'd seen her naked before...in gym class, so it didn't bother me, because she's got her suit. But when she's topless, she stops and stares at me, and asks me what I'm waiting for. And then she reaches into her bag and throws me my bikini."

"SHE had your bikini?"

"Yeah...I was too scared my Mom would find it at the house, so Connie kept it for me. And so, we both put our bikini's on, and we oiled up, and we laid out for a couple of hours. And that was the day I got really hooked on sunbathing...feeling it on my stomach and my back...and feeling it close to my pussy. It was a really skimpy bikini. I got so horny, but I didn't do anything. I didn't even know WHAT to do."

"You didn't?"

"No...I hadn't masturbated yet...ever. Anyway, Connie and I would go out there a couple of days a week. Well, at least three. Sometimes I'd go out in the afternoon...if Karen got off early from the store and I didn't have to watch the kids all day. That happened once a week if the weather was good...she'd get off early on Wednesday's. Anyway, Connie and I would talk about all kinds of things, but I brought you up a lot. Now that I think about it, Connie just listened...she never brought up boys, and now I know why."

"Huh...and you never noticed before?"

"No...she'd TALK about boys, but she never brought them up. I always did. But that didn't seem strange, because most of the boys in our class in school had girlfriends. Connie and I were like the only two in the group we hung out with at school that didn't have a boyfriend. I think that's why we became friends."

"Yeah, but you didn't have a boyfriend because of your Mom. Connie's was a different reason entirely," I laughed.

"Yeah, but I didn't know that."

"So...tell me about that first time then," I said excitedly.

"Well, first I need to tell you about our talks. Connie said something one day early on that the last time we'd laid out, after I left she went into the house and frigged herself. Actually, first she asked me if I ever got horny like she did when we laid out. I shrugged my shoulders, and said I guessed so, because I really didn't know what it was that I was feeling. So we talked about it, and that's when I knew what I was feeling for you was more than just a little crush...I was actually turned on."

"Okay...so then Connie showed you how to masturbate?" I said, jumping ahead of myself.

"Nooooo...we just talked about it. She kind of told me how...she told me what felt good to her. And I went home that night and did it for the first time. And it was amazing, even though I really didn't know what I was doing."

"So when did you do it with me in mind?" I grinned.

"Well, like I said, we were laying out a lot. And so I'd go out the Russell's, and if I didn't find Connie in the house, I'd just head out into the field and I'd find her already out there in the field. There were days she didn't want to wait on me. But, there was this one day that I was running late. I'd told her I'd be there at noon, and it was like one o'clock before I got there."

"Why were you late?" I asked, thinking better of it as soon as I had. It really wasn't any of my business. And it was over ten years before. Ann may not even remember the reason why...just that she was late.

But Ann grinned at me, and said, "You."

"I was the reason you were late?"

"Uh huh," Ann said, her smile becoming even brighter. 

"This just got really interesting," I laughed.

"I had to drop off something for my Mom at one of your neighbors. So I drove past your house, and when I was driving back by after I was done, I saw you out it the back yard...you were mowing."

"Mowing...during the week?"

"No...this was a Saturday. And you were wearing those skimpy little cut off shorts you used to wear, and your shoes. That was it...hell, you were barely covered. I hit the brakes, and I ended up backing up and pulling into the little cul-de-sac that's next to your house, and I watched you mow for like a half hour."

"Really?"

"Yeah...really. And when you finished the back yard, you started cleaning up the mower, and that's when I went out to Connie's. Up to that point, I thought I knew what horny was. But I was so turned on by the time I got her house my pussy was dripping. I actually thought about going home and fingering myself, but I didn't want her to be mad at me. So, I drove out and went straight to the field. I figured that I was so late, she'd be there."

"But she wasn't...was she?"

"No...and I never went to look for her. I just started to put my bikini on, and when I took off my panties, they were so soaked, just like I was. So I'm standing there in my shoes, and I reached down to feel how wet I was, and as soon as my finger touched my pussy...God Neil. I didn't care anymore. I just laid back on the lounge chair on my towel, and I spread my legs as wide as I could, and I starting fucking my pussy with both hands."

"And you came," I smiled, "thinking about me."

"No...Connie came first, and THEN I came," she laughed.

"What? What do you mean?"

"She showed up, and caught me. But I was so close that I couldn't stop. I just looked at her, and then I closed my eyes and I came thinking about that tight ass of yours in those obscene little shorts. Come to think of it, that was the first time I got that feeling inside I get now when you make me do things in public...it was so hot it to have someone watch me."

"So...what happened after you came?"

"Connie started laughing, and asked me what the hell made me do it, and I told her I'd watched you. She laughed, but I started crying."

"Why?"

"The emotions of it all. I felt guilty for masturbating out in the open like that, and then I felt guilty about getting caught. I felt like I'd done something dirty. And I guess it scared me a little, because the feeling I had when I came was so much more powerful than any other time I'd masturbated. It was really intense. Of course, I'd only been getting myself off for a couple of weeks, but it WAS powerful."

"So what did Connie do?"

"She came," Ann giggled.

"She did? How?"

"The same way I did. She sat down and talked to me first, and I told her that I was feeling guilty. And she said I didn't have any reason to feel that way. She said that no matter what my Mother had been telling me, what I'd done was not only normal, it was healthy too. She started spewing off all these things that masturbating does to help your body, like how it releases certain chemicals that..."

"Wait...how did she know all of that? Or was she just making up a bunch of bullshit to make you feel better?"

"No, she wasn't making anything up...her mother's a nurse, remember? And they had a better relationship than what I had with my mother at the time. I guess Mrs. Russell was pretty up front with Connie about sex. Anyway, Connie said that there was nothing to feel guilty about...but she knew of a way to make me feel less guilty."

"So she finger fucked herself?"

"Yep...she stripped off her clothes, sat down in her lounge, and did the same thing I did. She was slower about it...and she stared at me the whole time. And now I think I know why...I think she was trying to make me comfortable with the whole thing. And it worked. I actually felt excited about watching her, and it made me feel better about what I'd done. But now I kind of wonder if she was looking at me because it turned her on...after all, I WAS naked."

"And if it did...does that make a difference?"

"Yeah, actually. It kind of makes the whole memory even hotter," Ann snickered.

"Did you ever do it again after that?"

"No...we spent the rest of that day naked, lying around and talking. But after that, we always had our bathing suits on. It was a one-time thing. But that was such an incredible day for me. I kind of knew at that point that I needed to get out of town, and that's when I started making plans to move when I graduated. But every day after that, when I was in that field, I thought of you...actually I thought of us, fucking."




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 62



"And seeing all corn we were driving past made you think of that today?"

"Well, the fact that you were in the seat next to me helped. And today was so much better than I ever dreamed it would have been back when we were in school."

"Why's that?"

"Because...you fucked my ass too. I never had that in my mind back then. But I have to tell you, baby...to be cornholed in a cornfield like that...oh my God! All afternoon, while you were asleep, I thought about us back in that cornfield in Indiana, and after you fucked my pussy...you started fucking my ass. And then to actually do it! That was such an incredible feeling...and it made the whole thing so much better for me. That's why I said something about how I dreamed of it my whole life. But the thing is...every fantasy I ever had in high school, you make even better in real life!"

~*~*~*~*~*~

We were sitting at a stoplight on the 4 lane divided highway, and as I waited for it to turn green. We weren't very far from our final stop for the night, and that was exciting...but I wasn't thinking about that. I was still lost in thought, thinking about Ann's story. And I was still smiling.

I don't know what I found more interesting. That Ann had watched me mow the lawn, and got so turned on by it that she had to make herself cum the first chance she got. Or, that she's found a way to relive that moment by living out a fantasy that she'd clutched deep inside her chest for over 11 years.

I was so lost in thought, that it startled me when Ann said, "You can go, baby. It's green."

I shook my head to get the daydream cobwebs out, and I pressed on the gas hard, making the car lurch forward a little quicker than I had intended. Ann grabbed my arm and let out a little shriek, and then she started laughing hysterically. 

"Sorry about that," I said sheepishly.

"What happened?" 

"Just lost in thought, that's all."

"What were you thinking about?"

"You and me...about us."

"What about us?" Ann asked.

I let out a loving sigh and said, "I just still find it a little surreal that we're here. And I was just thinking about how we even got here."

Ann chuckled and said, "A lot of driving...that's how."

"Not just here, babe. HERE. All of it,"

"I'm not sure I understand, Neil."

"I'm not sure I do either, Ann. It's just so..." My voice trailed off and I welled up a little.

"Neil, are you okay, baby? What's wrong?"

I laughed, and rubbed away a tear that was forming in my left eye. "There's nothing wrong, Ann."

"Talk to me sweetheart...please?" Ann said, her hand touching my thigh. Her touch was gentle and loving, and I could feel the concern in her voice. I smiled softly, trying to reassure her that I was all right. And I was. My emotions were more joyous than anything else, but Ann couldn't have known that the way I'd reacted.

"Really, I'm okay."

"I still want you to talk to me. What's on your mind?"

"It just kind of hit me how our lives seem to keep coming full circle, on a lot of different levels. That whole thing with us in the cornfield really kind of got me to thinking about it all."

"Like what?"

"Well, let's start with that. We're teenagers, and you have crush on me. And then I get one on you when you're dancing in front of me at the basketball games. Hell, you were dancing FOR me. And we're both getting off thinking about each other. And the first time you ever get off, it's in a cornfield with a friend watching. And here we are, years later, and we're living out a fantasy that you had about me when you were seventeen. That's a little overwhelming."

"That's just who we are, Neil. We're going to have those kinds of things happen all the time now that we're together. I mean, I know it's a little hard to believe sometimes. I still have to pinch myself."

"Okay...I get that. I still get goose bumps when I think about how we met each other again at Matt's house. But that just got even more interesting when you factor in that Connie got angry at me for getting married the first time...but if I would have listened to her, I wouldn't be with you now. And the funny thing is, she knew all along how you felt about me. If she does know we're getting married...and now that I think about it, that's a pretty good bet considering the way the rumor mill works in town...so, if that's true, then you have to believe she knows we're both happy, and she's happy for us. You have to admit...that's beyond just a coincidence. It's another part of our life together, coming full circle."

"It's fate, Neil. And you know, they say all good things come to those who wait. So what if we had to wait for each other for 10 years...or 11 years...or however long it really was. We had to wait to find each other; if we didn't, it wouldn't have worked. And who cares what we went through to get to this point. All that matters to me is that we're here...now!"

"Me too Ann. But it still amazes me how we got here."

"I told you...it was a lot of driving," she laughed.

I pointed to a sign announcing the city limits of another town we were about to enter...one of seemingly dozens along US-30 that we'd gone through. "If someone would have asked you five years ago, when was the last time you were in this town, and what did you do here, how would you have answered?"

I knew the answer, because Ann had told me the night I'd brought her to that town when she was home that magical week we fell in love. She'd said it in passing; small talk to pass the time because she was nervous about where I'd said I was taking her. 

Ann looked at the sign, and the answer was so ingrained in her memory that she never batted an eye when she answered. "It was the night of the finals of the sectional basketball tournament our senior year. We should have won that game and gone on to the regional. We WOULD have won that game if the coach wasn't an idiot and he would have put you on the team."

Ann's anger started to rise up, like it did every time we talked about my not playing on the team. The coach had at least been honest, and told me I wasn't going to see a lot of playing time at my natural position. Not with three returning seniors guards, and two sophomores that he needed to play so they'd be ready for the next season. 

And with that in mind, I reminded Ann, saying, "If I would have played, you wouldn't have danced for me when I was sitting on the sidelines at halftime every game. And I don't remember that night for us losing the game. I remember it...because that's the second to last time I got to see your hot little ass shake in front of me doing a dance routine. And you were incredible that night."

"What? Second to last...when was the last time?"

"I'll get to that in a second. First, let me ask you another question. If someone were to ask you NOW, when was the last time you were in this town, and what did you do, what would your answer be?"

I turned right at a stoplight, getting off of US-30, heading south through the town Ann and I were talking about. She smiled at my question, and she said, "It was the week I came home. You brought me here to take me to dinner, and then you took me dancing...for our prom."

As I drove around a big, gentle curve, I pointed up to the hill on the right. "Do you remember what I said when I told you we were going there?"

Ann looked at the big building, and she shook her head. "You said you were taking me to that hotel...and I freaked, because I thought you just wanted to take me there to have sex. But it ended up being dinner and dancing instead. It was an amazing night." 

"Yes, it was," I smiled as I started to drive by. But at the last second, just as we were about to pass the entrance, I whipped Ann's little Honda to the right, driving up the hill towards the front of the building. 

"What are you doing?" Ann said...a little shocked that I'd made such a quick change of direction.

I pulled under the awning, and parked. "I'm taking you to a hotel," I grinned.

"What?"

"We're spending the night here, Ann. At the same hotel where you were scared to death that the only reason that I wanted to bring you here was so I could fuck you."

"But Neil, we're only a half hour from home. Why..."

"Because if I take you home, that's where you're going to sleep. And I'll be sleeping at MY parent's house. It's Saturday night, Ann. I want to spend one more night with you...because after tonight, it's going to be a while before we get to sleep next to each other again."

Ann put her hands over her mouth and nose, covering them as she said, "Oh my God! I never thought of that."

"I did. And more importantly, so did Tina."

"Tina...she knew about us coming here that night?"

"Well, I don't remember telling her. I just said that I liked the idea of one more night with you. I thought maybe you had told her about our prom night, and that's why she chose this hotel."

"No...I didn't tell her. Not that I remember, anyway."

"Hmm...we'll I guess that's another instance of fate, isn't it?" I smiled.

"I think it's more like we've come full circle again," Ann giggled.

~*~*~*~*~*~  

Actually, it wasn't that hard to fathom why Tina would have chosen the Holiday Inn we were going to stay at. She knew we'd have to go through that town on our way home, and it was the closet town to our hometown that would have a decent hotel in it. Logic said that Tina chose it because of it's proximity to home...we'd have a half hour drive the next day, instead of the 10 to 12 we'd been driving every day. And, she'd also chosen it because it actually was an elegant place. 

While Holiday Inn's were a national chain, they didn't have the reputation of the higher end hotels of the time, like a Marriott, or a Sheraton, or a Hilton. They were always clean, and a great place to stay, but they generally weren't looked at as fancy. The impression was, you got what you paid for, and compared to those others, Holiday Inn's less offensive to the wallet.

But that was a generalization. A lot depended on where they were; take the town they were located in, for instance. Some Holiday Inn's took on the task of transforming themselves from just a roadside inn for weary travelers, to being the hot spot in a given location. And that was the case with this hotel. First of all, it had one of the finest restaurants in the general region, including Fort Wayne. And it had that incredible nightclub that was hopping almost every night of the week. It was THE place to stay if you were going out on the town...any town.

The hotel had an entirely different feel than the last time Ann and I had walked into the lobby. The first time, Ann had assumed we were heading to the check in desk, and I could feel the trepidation in her body as we'd entered the lobby. But instead, we walked past it, heading to the restaurant just down the hallway. I could remember the confusion on Ann's face as she tried to decipher what was going on when we didn't stop where she thought we would. 

Now, Ann was clutching my arm, gleefully walking into the front of the hotel with me, knowing full well that we were going to check into a room, and at some point, we'd be making love...or fucking, depending on our mood. It was such a stark difference than that night of dinner and dancing we shared in the heat of July. 

It seemed like the hundredth time on our trip that I stood at the desk of some lodging establishment, waiting for a key to a room. But this time, it was oddly different. Instead of being told we were expected, the man behind the desk just looked up our reservation, and handed me a room key after I signed the paperwork. That, and there was no packet waiting for me from Tina. 

But as I thought about it, that really didn't surprise me. We were going to go home the next day. We didn't need directions, or a map. We wouldn't have a specific time we needed to be anywhere the next day. But then again, I couldn't help but wonder why there wasn't something to tell us about the night's festivities, so to speak. After all, Tina had made a bold proclamation in her little note on the hotel bill at the last place we stayed, telling me that whatever we did that night would pale in comparison to what she had in store for us now. 

Sure, I was reading a lot into that little blurb that she'd had typed on the room invoice, but I kind of had expectations now. To walk away from the counter with just a warm, friendly greeting and a room key, like any other guest would have gotten, actually seemed a little impersonal from what I was used to. 

Ann must have felt the same way, since she said, "Well...that was different, wasn't it?"

"Yeah. I kind of feel...ordinary," I laughed.

"Well, I don't know about 'ordinary', but I guess you're right. It wasn't what I expected, that's for sure."

"What did you expect?" I asked as I led her back out to get our luggage for the night.

"Actually, I don't know. You're the one that's been checking us into the hotels. I've been in the car most of the time. And I guess I really shouldn't have expected anything. This has been such an amazing trip so far, it really isn't fair to feel like I do."

"And how's that?" I asked as we walked out to the car to get our suitcases.

"I dunno...I guess...a little let down. But like I said, that's really not fair. Look at where we're staying. This is the perfect place for us to be if we weren't going to go home. And you know we're going to have a great time!" Ann leaned toward me, and we shared a tender kiss under the open hatch of her car. 

She took the suitcases and put them on one of those little carts, and she said she was going to wait there for me to park the car. I had taken the extra time to dig out a couple of suitcases for each of us, because Ann wanted to be able to wear what she wanted, and when I thought about what we might be doing, I decided that was a good idea. I got in the car, and waited for Ann to close the back for me so I could pull away.

When I got back to the sidewalk, Ann was standing there with a naughty little grin on her face as she bit her lip. She was trying to act all shy and innocent, but I knew she was up to something. As I got to the top of the little hill, I noticed that Ann had pulled out the big box of sexual goodies she'd gotten at her surprise party...placing it prominently on top of the suitcases.

I arched my eyebrow as I smiled at her. "Have something on your mind?"

"No. But I figured you might think of something later, and you'd want to be prepared."

"Ann...I really don't want to do the bondage thing..."

"Neither do I. There are a lot of other things to play with in our toy box, baby. Every time we get it out doesn't automatically mean we're doing that. Ha...far from it. You worked me over so good the other night, I don't think I'll need that itch scratched again for quite a while. But I will someday," she said with a wink. "The truth is, there are some nice outfits in there that I never put in my suitcase!"

"So...you DO have something in mind."

"To wear? Perhaps," she said, being coy...and damn cute in the process.

I took Ann's hand in my left, and pulled the cart inside with my right, heading towards the elevators we'd used to take us to the nightclub that last time we were there. We had just stepped into one of them, pulling the cart inside with us, when we heard a voice calling out for us to hold the elevator.

It was a couple who looked like they were in their late 30's or early 40's, and they appeared to be coming back from dinner. They were striking...both very attractive and obviously dressed up for the occasion, whatever it may have been. The man was roughly my height, and he weighed a little more, but he looked to be in good shape. He was just starting to grey around the temples, but it looked good against his dark brown hair and rugged, chiseled face. He looked dignified wearing his dark tailored suit and a red tie.

His wife was dressed to kill; her dark black evening dress flowing as they started moving faster once they saw the door open and us inside. It wasn't as risqué as something Ann might wear, but it hugged her womanly curves, showing she had a great figure. Her breasts bounced freely inside the clinging top of the dress. They were at least 36C's and it was evident in the way they were swaying as she moved across the floor that she wasn't wearing a bra for the evening. 

Her hair was long, and it was layered, giving her a free look. It was a light brown color, but it has also been frosted with golden highlights that made it look alive as she practically ran to keep us from having to wait.

Ann held her hand over the door, and said, "Please...don't rush! We don't want you falling down in those heels." 

The woman got in first, standing next our luggage cart on the other side. Ann and I were tucked into the corner near the panel, and the gentleman got in and said, "Thank you. Six please."

"Oh...that's where we're going," Ann said excitedly. And I knew at that moment that she was about to strike up a conversation, as she always seemed to do when she met new people.

Ann had that gift, being able to be so warm and personable that she could make friends in almost any situation. It was something I'd seen numerous times already in our brief relationship, and yet I still marveled at it. In seconds, Ann's personality would come across, and people would feel so at ease that they'd open up to her. And it wasn't like that was a one way thing...Ann would offer a little of herself to each person that showed they cared to listen. And now that we were engaged, she'd throw me in there for good measure. Not that I minded. It was part of being a couple, and I loved being a couple with Ann. 

Ann reached through the cart and stuck out her hand. "I'm Ann Franklin, and this is my fiancée, Neil Thomas."

The woman politely reached through and shook Ann's hand as I hit the button for the sixth floor, closing the elevator doors in the process. I gave a little wave with my other hand, along with my standard nod and a smile that I'd learned to use in those situations. 

"Hello Ann...Neil. I'm Penny McCray, and this is my husband Garrett. Thank you so much for holding the elevator for us."

Garrett made the same little gestures that I had made, content to let the women hold the conversation while we both stood by in the wings. And Ann and Penny did talk, the cordial information flying back and forth at a speed that made me wonder if I'd hit the button for the 60th floor instead of the one Garrett had asked for, which was impossible since the elevator only went to six. Ann had already spilled the beans about our impending wedding, and she gave some vague details about that. Penny responded that she and Garrett were celebrating their anniversary with a weekend away from their kids.

"When's your Anniversary?" Ann asked.

"We'll be married 15 years tomorrow," Penny beamed.

"Wow...congratulations," I said.

"Yeah...that's so sweet that you're getting a weekend away," Ann added. 

Penny was just starting to tell us about their two girls, when she did a classic double take as she glanced into the open box on top of the suitcases. "Wow," she said. Then she realized she'd said it out loud, and she covered her mouth, starting to blush a little bit.

Ann looked at where Penny was staring, and she let out a little laugh. "Sorry...I hope we didn't embarrass you."

Penny looked up at Ann and said, "That's a lot of...stuff."

"Bridal shower gifts from my girlfriends in California. We figured we might try a few things out tonight," Ann smiled.

Penny kind of stood on her toes, peering into the box again. She reached her hand toward it, and glanced up at Ann. "May I?" Ann nodded with a little shrug, and Penny reached into the box, moving a piece of rope to the side to pick out a package with a silver egg shaped vibrator inside. It had a remote control device, and there was a long wire that went between the two. "W...what's this?" she asked.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 62



"That's a vibrating egg. You put it inside, and then you use the little remote thing to turn it on and change the speeds," Ann said...sounding like Missy trying to sell it to her.

Penny put that back, and pulled out the purple butt plug that I'd used on Ann at the Cabin. "And this?"

"That...goes in your..." Ann hesitated for a second, unsure how graphic she wanted to be.

Garrett spoke up and said, "It goes in your ass dear. It's a plug."

Penny giggled and said, "A plug? Really...why would you want to plug your ass?"

Ann spoke up and said, "I would have asked the same thing until a couple of days ago. And I can't really answer that for you, because I know that everybody's different. But I can tell you that for me...well...let's just say I know the answer to the question now. And I LOVED it." Ann gave her a little wink, and she giggled as she looked back towards me over her shoulder.

The door to the elevator opened on our floor, and we all got out. But instead of moving, we just kind of stood there for a moment while Penny continued to poke around the box a little more. 

"You know, here you are, just getting married and you have all of these...things. And we've been married fifteen years, and we've never tried anything like this," Penny said with a soft, almost melancholy tone to her voice. She turned to her husband and said, "Do you think we need to branch out a little bit, dear?"

Garrett went with the standard smart husband answer, and said, "I'm totally happy with our sex life, honey." It was like he'd been preparing himself to say that from the moment he saw what his wife was looking at in the box. It was the pat answer. The safe answer. The answer that he felt his wife, or any wife, would want to hear almost 99 percent of the time.

But Penny was thinking in that single percentile. And to her credit, she didn't let him off the hook that easily. "I didn't ask you if you were happy, sweetheart. I asked if you thought we should branch out. Tell me the truth...would you like to try something a little different this weekend?"

Garrett tried to contain his excitement, and he did a pretty good job when he said, "Uh...sure, Penny. If YOU want to."

Penny smiled and said, "Well, we may need to make a trip. I don't think we'll find any of this kind of stuff here, but we can run to Fort Wayne. I'm sure there's an adult place or two there where we can find something. Or would you rather..."

"What would you like?" Ann said.

"Excuse me?" Penny said, turning back towards us.

"Most of the things in this box haven't been opened. If you want to try something tonight, why don't you just pick something out that catches your eye?"

"Ann, we couldn't. These were gifts."

"I know. But you know...I can always get my girlfriend to ship me whatever you'd like to try if I feel we really need it. She runs the store these came from. And to be honest, if you look at how many things are in this box, I doubt we'll really miss whatever you decide on."

Penny started to say something, but I said, "Please. We insist...it's kind of our thing."

"What's your...thing?" Garrett asked.

Ann smiled and said, "Spreading the joy of sex wherever we go."

"Why is it that I believe that?" Penny grinned, and she looked in the box again, pulling out the butt plug a second time. "Actually, now I can't seem to get my mind off of this thing. But I know you've already used it. I'm sure it's clean, but..."

"There are two more in the very bottom of the box, Ann," I said as I nudged her a little.

"Really?" Ann said as she started digging through the mound of things that at one time had been neatly packed away. 

"Yeah...there's one that's a little bigger...and one that's a little smaller. I went with the one in between the other night."

Ann looked at Penny...who looked at the one in her hand. "Oh...jeez...smaller! I was already a little worried about this one, to be honest."

Ann reached down further, and pulled out the one I was talking about. It was a dark blue, and it was about an inch shorter, and the diameter was a little smaller than the one Ann had used. Penny smiled when Ann handed her the box it came in.

"Are you really sure?" Penny said once more, starting to tremble just a little. 

"I have two other ones, Penny. How many do I really need, I've only got the one butt," Ann laughed. Then Ann reached into the box and pulled out the little remote controlled vibrator that Penny had first pulled out. She handed it to Garrett and said, "Here you go...a little something for you to play with while you play with your wife tonight."

I was a little surprised that Ann had given that away, and Penny said as much. "Ann, really...that's something that you and Neil should keep."

Ann reached into her big purse, and pulled out another package containing an identical vibrator. I didn't remember her getting the same item twice at the party, but the truth was she'd gotten so many things, it certainly could have happened. And obviously it had, since she had two of the little egg vibrators. 

Ann must have known what was on my mind, because she glanced over her shoulder and said, "I got one at the party...but I had bought myself one a while back. I just never opened it because I was so busy with my dildo that I never felt I needed it."

"Really?" Penny asked.

"Yeah...it's a pretty special dildo. It kept me company until Neil came to get me!"

"Oh...okay. So you're sure you don't mind...this still seems like such a personal thing for you both to do for two people you just met."

Ann smiled as I started to pull the cart towards our room. "Not really. We like seeing people in love, and you obviously are. So...Happy Anniversary!" 

Ann turned to walk with me, and we left the McCray's standing by the elevator, wondering what happened. When we got to our room, we looked back to see them going into their room at the far end of the hall in the other direction. Our rooms couldn't have been farther apart.

Still, I chuckled and said, "What do you want to bet we'll still hear them tonight, babe?"

"I don't think so, lover. We'll be too busy making our own noise."

~*~*~*~*~*~

Ann and I sat at on the end of the bed together...Ann was wrapped in a towel, her hair still wet from the shower she'd just taken. I was still in my shorts, but I'd taken off my shirt, waiting for her to get done so I could take mine. But we were taking a little break between to enjoy the creature comforts the room provided.

Actually, the room didn't provide them...since it really wasn't that big. Certainly not like the ones we'd been staying in during the last week. Not that it wasn't nice. It was actually very comfortable. There was a large window on the far wall that gave the room a view. There was a desk, and a couple of lounge chairs. And there was also a breakfast table with two dining chairs next to it. But all of that was in the same room with the bed...not that that was a bad thing. The room was big enough that there was plenty of room for all of the furniture, and it still appeared rather spacious. It was much bigger than a standard hotel room, but it wasn't what could be considered a suite.

Still, that didn't matter. What mattered to both of us was the king-sized bed we were sitting on. It was offset against an interior wall, turned face the window. And it was big. I suppose saying it was king sized kind of inferred that. But it was really bigger than a king. It was more like a super king...or a mega-king. It was the biggest damn bed I'd ever seen. I looked like two queen mattresses had been pushed together. I suppose that was a bit of a stretch, but it was a really big bed, and I couldn't help but wonder how they even got it in that room. And that bed had Ann thinking naughty thoughts as she sipped from her glass.

"This is really nice," she said for like the tenth time as she ran her hand across the bedspread.

"So, do you want to just stay in the room and get room service, or do you want to go downstairs?" I asked.

"You know, let's get dressed and go downstairs. I want to experience the whole hotel while we're here. Maybe we can do room service tomorrow morning and get breakfast in bed."

"That's sounds nice," I said as I fed Ann another grape. Then I got up and set my glass down on the table. "I'll take a quick shower. Get dressed and we'll go have dinner when I'm done."

"I still can't believe we doubted Tina. I feel guilty," Ann said as I walked towards the bathroom. "This makes me feel so spoiled. The only time I've ever had champagne is on New Year's Eve." 

I grinned as I turned on the water, before stepping under the hot spray. Now I was thinking of Tina, and how she had actually surprised us one last time. We'd gotten to the hotel, and checked in with none of the fanfare we'd become used to on our trip. And so, Ann and I both thought that the hotel itself was going to be the highlight of the night. But we should have known better. 

When we'd walked in through the door of our room, I was busy putting the suitcases on the little table they had for them, wanting to take the cart back downstairs so someone else would be able to use it. Ann walked down the little hallway past the bathroom, while I stepped back outside. I was back in the room in less than five minutes, and when I walked into the room a second time, Ann walked up and handed me a glass of bubbly.

"What's this?" I asked, which was by my count the first stupid question I'd asked all day, which was pretty good by my standards.

"Champagne...on ice," she said as she held up her glass.

"Where'd it come from?"

Ann held out her hand, and said, "Come here...you have to see this." 

When we passed the wall, and I saw the entire room, I know I let out a little gasp. "Wow...this is incredible," I said quietly.

"I know," Ann said giddily, kissing me on the cheek.

First, my eyes were drawn to the huge vase of fresh flowers on the dining table. The array of colors and types was astounding. The floral arrangement stood about 4 feet tall, and seemed to spread out even wider. There, next to it, was a big silver bucket of ice that contained the champagne bottle. Ann had placed it back after she'd opened it, leaving the cork on top of the wooden table, next to the corkscrew.

On the other side of the rectangular table was a large silver serving tray, filled with all kinds of hors d'oeuvres. There was a smaller bucket of ice, with fresh shrimp and cocktail sauce, several different kinds of fruit including the fresh red grapes, and some different cheeses with crackers. 

I was so focused on the table, that it surprised me when Ann tapped me on the shoulder. "Look around, baby," she said with a happy lilt to her voice.

As I turned my neck, I moaned. Yes...moaned. On every flat surface, including the table that the flowers and food were on, there were several big scented candles, which I doubted were part of the normal room décor. It wasn't like I was thinking of using them like I had with Ann back at the cabin. No...these were candles placed strategically for romance. And that thought was hammered home when I looked at the bed for the first time.

The mattress was covered with a light tan bedspread that had a rather elegant stitching pattern to it. The color helped make the room look bigger than it really was. Given the size of the bed itself, a darker shade of comforter would have made the room seem more like a closet. So they used the optical illusion that worked to their favor. On top of the bed, there were rose petals scattered all across it. I had no idea how many; the pink and red petals covered the entire mattress. It was straight off the pages of a romance novel, and I felt Ann's hand grab the inside of my arm, clutching it tight. 

"Wow, babe. This is..." I couldn't finish my sentence, because I couldn't think of the right words to say.

Ann said, "I know. I'm a little speechless too."

I was amazed when I walked over to the check out the food on the tray. They were all still cold, which meant they hadn't been sitting out very long at all. And it was while I was standing there that I noticed an envelope, buried amongst the greenery at the bottom of the floral arrangement. Pulling it out, I opened it and read it to Ann.

~*~*~*~*~*~

'Hello lovers,

I'm so excited that you're finally back in Indiana. I know you both must be exhausted from having to travel so far, but I hope in some small way I was able to make the trip better for the two of you. And with that in mind, I've tried to make this last night together even more special for you both. 

First, you should know that there's no check out time you need to worry about tomorrow. I'll explain that whenever I see you, but all you need to know now is that you have the room as long as you want, and you can use all the amenities the hotel has to offer during your stay (although I'm betting you won't leave the room until you absolutely have too!) I didn't want you to have to hurry home tomorrow. I thought you might actually want to sleep in just once. Or, anything else you two can think of! Just hang the 'do not disturb' sign on the door, and they'll know not to bother you. 

Secondly, you have a standing reservation tonight for dinner. They're holding a table for you, if you decide you want to go to the dining room. You don't have to call to cancel...just go down whenever you feel like it, IF you feel like it. If you decide to go, tell the Maitre D your name, and he'll take care of the rest. 

I don't think I can tell you just how much fun I've had doing this for you. It's been such a rush following up on where you've been, and what you've been doing. But I can't wait to hear in person how things went, and the things you did that only the two of you know about. Have a good time tonight. And who knows, maybe there will be one more surprise up my sleeve before the night is over. Neil, thanks for asking me to help. I can't wait to see you. It seems like a month since you called. And Ann, I'm so excited about finally meeting my new friend. 

Love,

Tina' 

~*~*~*~*~*~

Ann smiled and said, "I like how she calls us lovers, Neil. That's so sweet."

"Actually...all of this is sweet. I really can't believe she did all of this. I never saw this one was coming," I said. And in truth, I hadn't. But then again, I hadn't seen any of the things Tina had done coming. I just hadn't told Ann that. But this one really was a surprise. And based on the way Tina had finished her little note, I wondered what else she could possibly have in store for us that could top what she'd already done.

It was nice not to have to rush to take a shower in order to get somewhere, but I found myself rushing anyway. If Ann wanted to eat dinner downstairs, that was fine. I really didn't have a problem with it. But I also wanted to spend as much time as possible with her in the room...so the quicker I got ready, the better. 

I actually put on my James Bond suit...the one that Ann had gotten for me when I went out for the job interview. It was a little wrinkled from the suitcase, but it really wasn't that bad. As I looked into the mirror, I actually got excited about Ann seeing me in it. Then I walked out of the bathroom and saw her putting the finishing touches on her hair...and I got even more excited.

"I...is that what you're w...wearing?" I asked, stuttering a little from being a stunned.

Ann turned her head a little, glancing at me in the mirror. "Uh huh. Is that okay?" All I could do was nod like a big dope. Ann let out a playful little snort and said, "God...I love how you get so excited you get tongue tied, baby."

"I can't help it...you never cease to amaze me, Ann."

"Good...I want to be mysterious and keep you guessing," she smiled.

Ann had taken a page out of Gracie's book. Gracie being the amazing woman we'd met at the Bed and Breakfast in Sacramento earlier in the week. We found her at breakfast wearing a robe of sorts designed more for the bedroom than walking around in public. Ann had taken that idea one step further.

I had thought she was going to get something out of her suitcase to wear for dinner. After all, that's why I dug it out of the bottom of the car. But this wasn't a dress, or a skirt, or a dressy pants suit. Ann had pulled something out of the big box of things she'd gotten at the party. She was wearing a...nightgown. 

It was a light green, chiffon number, with spaghetti straps over the shoulders that crossed in the back. Her upper back was bare, and the bottom portion came down to just below her crotch, covering the top of her thighs. It wasn't exactly a see thru material, but it was sheer, and you could see a hint of skin underneath. When Ann turned around, I could just make out the darker shade of her areolas. It wasn't blatant, but they were noticeable, and it was very sexy. In truth, the outfit covered up way too much to really be the kind of nightgown Ann would use for the bedroom. But wearing it out in public was daring, and I got hard just thinking about Ann parading around in just it and her white high-heeled sandals.

I walked over and filled our champagne glasses again, my eyes never leaving Ann's hot body as she bent over a little at the waist to apply her eyeliner. I could just see a hint of her tight ass cheeks as the material of the 'dress' pulled up as she stretched a little. She caught me staring at her in the mirror, and she reached back and grabbed the waist of her outfit, pulling it up higher to show me she wasn't wearing anything underneath.

"Just in case you were wondering, baby. You told me I wasn't supposed to wear panties the rest of the trip...I didn't want you to think I'd forgotten that."

I handed Ann her glass, and then let my left hand slide down to rest on the curve of her right ass check, feeling her soft skin. Ann cooed a little, and wiggled her butt for me as she continued to apply her makeup for the evening. 

"I can't believe you're wearing this...you look so incredible, babe."

"So do you, Neil. I love that suit...you look so handsome. Just like you did in the tux last night."

"You know, now that you mention it...I wonder how Tina got my size? I never told her...and that damn thing fit perfectly."

"Probably the same way I bought that one for you, baby. She sized you up when you were fucking her," Ann laughed.

"That's not how you did it, and you know it. You said you got my pants size off the tag on my Levi's."

"Yeah...when you took them off to fuck me. And I figured out your jacket size just be being with you. Tina could have done the same thing. Lord knows you took your pants off enough for her...and your shirts. I'm sure she didn't have that much trouble."

"You're in fashion, Ann. It had to be easier for you."

"Maybe...but Tina seems pretty resourceful. Look around," Ann said, motioning to the way the room was decorated for us as she walked past me to get something to snack on off the serving tray. "She did all of this...on the heels of what she did for us LAST night. I'm pretty sure it wasn't as hard as your making it out to be."

"God...don't talk about how 'hard' things are, Ann...or we're not going to be going downstairs for dinner."

Ann giggled and slowly lifted the front of her little nighty, showing me her blond thatch of hair above her sweet, soft, bare pussy. "If you want, you can eat right now," she said in her deep, raspy bedroom voice.

I raced over to Ann and took her in my arms, kissing her hard and making her squeal. "You're right, babe. I'm tired of waiting. Let's get our evening started."

~*~*~*~*~*~

As we rode down the elevator, Ann was shifting back and forth between her feet like the floor was on fire and she was barefoot. She couldn't stand still at all.

I laughed and said, "Are you okay?"

"No...I'm not. And yes...I am," she said with a little moan.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 63



I really couldn't believe it. But there we were, sitting in the plush lobby of the Holiday Inn, arguing. Okay, it wasn't like a knock down, drag out, free for all. It wasn't even heated. It was more like a debate, of sorts. But that didn't change the fact that we were tucked into a little lounge area near the front desk, deliberating amongst the three of us.

Ann was lobbying in the pro direction. Her points well thought out and stated with a grace and conviction that I found compelling. Tina, on the other hand, was firmly entrenched on the con side. Her rebuttals to Ann's points were quick, and had merit. It was easy to see both sides of the issue. As for my take on the discussion...I was playing Switzerland, trying to do everything I could not to choose a side. All I wanted to do was go upstairs and fuck. 

And that was the crux of why we were sitting there. Ann wanted Tina to join us upstairs, while Tina felt like she'd horned in unannounced on a night that should have been just for Ann and me. Tina felt a little guilty. She'd wanted to meet Ann so much, that she didn't want to wait until later in the week. But her being there at our table when we'd come down from our room to have a late dinner had indeed changed the dynamics of the evening. 

Tina and Ann had bonded in a way that was magical. They were friends. True, they'd become what I suppose could best be described as fast friends. But they were real friends. That was the one thing I was sure of as I watched them talk, and laugh together. Yet this little disagreement was a quick challenge to the strength and integrity of the new friendship that they had created in such a short time. 

Ann was polite, but persistent, trying to convince Tina that it would not only be fun for all of us, Tina deserved it for all she'd done for us over the last week. Tina couldn't get past the feeling of being an intruder on a night that she'd set up to be just for me and Ann. She had in her mind how things would go, and now, that plan was being altered because she didn't have the patience to wait to meet Ann.

I knew Ann. Even though I was still getting to know her...I knew her. She wasn't going to give up until she was convinced that there was no hope. Ann was a fighter of sorts, and while this wasn't some athletic competition where her competitive drive kicked in, she was passionate about how she felt. And that meant she was trying to win over Tina.

I knew Tina too. Through my interactions and adventures with her, I found her to be a free spirit, much like Ann. But she also had a bit of a stubborn streak to her, and when she dug her heels in, which in this case were a pair of pretty black stilettos, she was tough to move. I suppose from a literal standpoint...that would be because of her low center of gravity from her tiny stature. That and she was as strong as a bull. But more figuratively, Tina wasn't budging on some kind of principle, and that proved to be just as frustrating to Ann.

It was the irresistible force, up against the adorable object...and you could take your pick as to which one of them was irresistible and which one was adorable at any give moment. They were both hot, both sensual, both sexy...and they were both starting to drive me nuts.

Ann held Tina's hand as they sat next to each other on a little love seat. Looking into Tina's blue eyes, she tried a different tact. Tina smiled politely, her body shaking a little as she tried to listen without jumping in with a response before Ann had actually said anything. I sat across from them in a leather chair, my head in my hands. My real head...not the one between my legs, although I was still so rock hard from staring at the two of them throughout dinner that I was tempted to just whip out my cock and start jacking off right there, if only to let them both know I was tired of the debate.

Ann stunned me when she turned toward me, the first time either one of them had seemed to include me in any part of the discussion since Ann had first asked Tina, and she'd politely tried to decline.

"Neil...what do you think?"

"W...what?" I stuttered...looking up from the little pattern in the carpet I was staring at on the floor.

"Help me here, baby. You've been awfully quiet about all of this."

"I don't remember being asked before, Ann."

Tina laughed and said, "Well, we are now. So...what is it?"

"So, now YOU'RE asking my position on all of this?"

Tina nodded and said, "Yeah...I'm pretty sure you've got one."

I laughed and said, "My position is cheese."

"Cheese?" Tina said, her brow furrowing. 

"It's that, or watches, or army knives, the Alps, chocolate..."

"What the hell are you talking about, Neil?"

Ann giggled and said, "He's trying to tell you that he doesn't want any part of this, Tina. He's listing everything he can think of that's Swiss...he's staying neutral. Like Switzerland"

"Aw...come on Neil," Tina said, sounding like she was pleading. It was an odd reaction, since she apparently didn't want to join us. It almost sounded like she did...but I could have been misreading her.

I decided that if I was ever going to get to go upstairs, I had better come up with an opinion of my own. I just didn't want to come right out and take one side over the other. I didn't want to piss off Ann, or offend Tina...so I was walking a tightrope before I ever started. But I grabbed my imaginary balancing pole and I stepped out on that high wire anyway.

"My opinion is...this is all backwards."

"Backwards...what do you mean, baby?" Ann said.

"Yeah," Tina chimed in. Both of them were looking at me, and now that they were, I swallowed hard and took that first precarious step.

"Well, it sounds to me like Ann really wants you to join us, Tina. That's pretty obvious. And for whatever reason, you're reluctant. Now, most guys in this situation, they'd have the wife, or in this case, the fiancée dragging her feet about a threesome. And the man would be the one pushing to make it happen, with the third person right there where Tina is, all ready to join in, hoping to be invited. So...you can see understand confusion. It's just the opposite of what we're trained to think at husband school. And even though I haven't graduated that class yet, this seems like it has to be part of the final exam, and so I don't know how to answer."

Ann and Tina started laughing, and Ann said, "I guess it is backwards...but we've been that way since we've been together, Neil. We always do things a little different...and we love that, right?"

"I know...I know...and yes, I do...WE do. But when it comes to something like this, I'm almost compelled to look at it like I would be if we were...normal," I said with a grin.

"Okay...so since you're thinking like a normal person, whatever that is...what do you think?" Tina kidded.

"Well, if I'm going to be normal, then most guys look to solve problems. I think the best way to solve this is to ask you both a question. Ann, I'm going to ask you one first, okay?"

"Sure, baby. What is it?"

"Well, I've heard you give Tina a lot of reasons why she should go upstairs with us...but the one thing I haven't heard is why YOU want her to. So, why DO you want her to join us?" Ann sat back on the couch, her eyes blinking a couple of times while she thought about my question. Then she smiled as she started to tell me. But I stopped her with my hand and said, "Don't tell me, babe...tell Tina." Ann gripped Tina's hand tighter as she looked at her, smiling as their eyes met. 

"Tina, the reason I want to do this is because I've been thinking about it ever since Neil sent me the pictures you two took on your trip."

"The pictures...what about them?" Tina asked.

"There was a picture...of you and Carol...two of them, actually. One was with you eating her, and there was one with her eating you, in the parking lot. And when I saw them...that was the moment when my little forbidden fantasy about being with a woman went nuclear. I used to think about it every once in a while, but when I heard you talk about it, and then I saw the pictures...Tina, I want to do that with you."

"Wait...so what are you saying? I mean, I know what you're saying...but, what are you...saying?"

Ann laughed. And somehow, she actually understood what Tina meant. "I'm saying that ever since I saw those pictures, I've been thinking about what it would be like if I was Carol in those pictures. That became my new fantasy when it came to being with a woman."

"Okay...but we've talked like, a lot. And you've never once said..."

"I said I thought about it Tina...but there's more to our friendship than me wanting this. I didn't want to jeopardize that. I hadn't even met you yet."

"But you could have just talked to me. I would have understood."

Ann laughed and said, "What was I supposed to do, Tina...just call you up on the phone and tell you I've been fantasizing about you? I wouldn't have known how to even start that conversation. Look, all I can say is that every time we talked, we became better friends. And the closer we got as friends, the more I've wanted to do it. And the closer we gotten, the more scared I got, because I don't want to ruin what we have as friends. But the truth is I want both, Tina. I want to be your friend, AND I want to do this. I can't explain why...but that's how I feel. Hell, I've been practicing all week just so I wouldn't be totally inexperienced, just in case I ever got the chance to be with you someday."

"You did that with all those women...because of me?" Tina said with a surprised look on her face.

"I've done a LOT of things because of you, Tina. You practically talked me into letting Neil fuck my ass. And you were right...I'm SO glad I listened to you. I love it when Neil fucks my ass now...it's so amazing! And I never would have had the guts to be with Dana if I hadn't seen those pictures of you. When she and I started that night, I had this image of you in my mind in that picture. And it made me relax...and I really got off on it. After Dana...well, there was Missy, and that felt right because she's really sexual like me...and you. And the rest were part of the adventure you set up for me and Neil. So yeah, it was a little like I was practicing, although I really had a great time with each of them."

"Wow," Tina said, her hand going to her big chest as she patted it like she was at a loss for words.

I smiled at Tina, and said, "Okay...your turn."

"Okay, what would you like to know?"

"When's the last time you were fucked?" I winked.

Tina's mouth dropped open, and then she closed it, starting at the carpet like I'd been doing just moments before. "Uh...it's been over a month," she confessed.

~*~*~*~*~*~

The elevator was dark...at least it was when compared to the brightness of the lights that had been in the hall near the lobby as we'd stood waiting on it. Ann was holding onto me, her head resting on my shoulder as we made the quick trip up to our floor. She had her eyes closed, and she was pulling me to her with her left arm as I had my right arm draped around her shoulder. She wasn't smiling, but she wasn't frowning either. She was just there, by my side, breathing deeply. 

"Thanks for doing that, Neil," Ann said quietly, her eyes still closed.

"Doing what?" I asked as I turned just a little to the right, kissing the top of her head.

"Asking me why I wanted to be with Tina. I think I was afraid to say it."

"Why?"

"I don't think I wanted to admit just how much I'd been thinking about it. I'm so happy with you, and I guess I didn't want you to think that I wanted...OH SHIT!" Ann said, her frustration showing as she tried to tell me how she was feeling. 

"What's wrong, babe?"

"Neil, I just don't want you ever thinking I'm not totally happy with you. Because I am, baby. I am."

"Ann...I know you are. I think you're over thinking again."

"Over thinking?"

"Yeah, you are. I think you need to give me a little more credit than that. I don't think there's anything crazy about you wanting to be with Tina. You told me the day you got the pictures in the mail how much the ones of her and Carol turned you on. And I knew that was more because of Tina...not Carol."

"Yeah, but..."

"Anna...just because you wanted to be with Tina, that doesn't have anything to do with your loving me. I KNOW you love me, now more than ever."

Ann sighed as she opened her eyes to look up at me. "I DO love you, baby. I just needed to make sure you didn't think I was obsessed or anything."

"I don't think you're obsessed. I think you're turned on. Besides, it's not like you said I couldn't have sex with her too."

"You know, I'm standing...right...here," Tina said with a little giggle.

I leaned my head to my left, and kissed Tina on the top of the head like I had Ann. I had to bend a little farther, since she was shorter, but she still let out a sigh. Tina was holding on to my left side like Ann was on my right. "I'm sorry, Tina," I said as I squeezed her tighter around her shoulder.

"Me too," Ann said as she looked around me to her new, official friend. "I just needed to get that out...I don't like keeping those kind of feelings bottled in. I don't think I would be able to let it go and enjoy myself tonight if I didn't think Neil and I were good with this. We are good...right baby?" she asked me.

"Yes babe...we are. But I really think we should be asking Tina that, don't you?"

"I'm fine," Tina said cheerfully. "I still can't believe we're really going to do this...but I'm game if you are."

"Do you want to do it...really?" Ann asked, nervously biting her lip.

"I want to...but I'm still not totally sure I should. This night should be for the two of you. It's your last night together for a while."

Ann offered a reassuring smile and said, "That's sweet, Tina. But Neil and I will still have time alone together tomorrow...your note said we didn't have to check out right away."

"Well...that does make me feel a little better. But what about you, Neil...are you sure about this?"

"Are you kidding? I get to have sex with two women that I love," I said enthusiastically. It came out so fast I never considered the ramifications of using the 'L' word to describe my feelings for not only Ann, but Tina as well. While it wasn't the same level of love, I meant what I said. But that didn't mean that Ann would understand the difference.

Tina pulled away from me, looking first at Ann, and then at me; her jaw wide open as she stared at me with her big, blue, unblinking eyes. "You...love me?"

Ann hugged me tight, but she reached out to Tina, grasping her hand like she had on the couch in the lobby. "Of course Neil loves you Tina. We BOTH do. There's nothing wrong with saying you love a friend, as long as it's a true friend. And we both know you are." 

~*~*~*~*~*~

"How the hell did you do THIS?" I said as I looked at Tina.

Tina shrugged her shoulders and said, "When you came down for dinner, the Maitre D was supposed to let Bobby know at the front desk. He had one of the maids' come in. Of course, it would have been more mysterious if I wasn't here to tell you that."

"It's still pretty special," Ann said as she looked at the room.

Tina had made arrangements for someone to come into the room while we were gone, and get things ready for our night. All of the candles Tina had placed in the room were now lit, creating an incredibly romantic atmosphere. And, they had removed all of the rose petals off of the bedspread, before turning the bed down. Then, they put the petals back on the bed, scattering them all over the gold satin sheets. 

Ann excused herself to go to the bathroom, and Tina and I sat down in the chairs near the table of food. We were making small talk, but I knew she was nervous. She kept playing with the blond strands of her hair, twirling them with her fingers. 

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Yeah...I just..."

"What? Is something wrong?"

"No...I just don't want to disappoint Ann."

"Disappoint her?"

"Yeah...I haven't been with that many women myself, and that was a long time ago compared to her. AND...she seems to have expectations of what this is going to be like. I just don't..."

"Tina, Ann isn't expecting anything. She just wants to be with you. Relax, okay. This is no different that what we did on our trip."

"Oh yes it is. It's you...and it's Ann. And you're my friends...you just made that very clear," she smiled, albeit nervously. "It's a lot different than being with someone that you'll never see again. I don't even know where to start!"

"You start by coming over here, and letting me take that dress off of you," Ann said. She was standing next to the bed, and she was totally naked. She'd even taken her shoes off, which I liked. Trust me, every man loves it when his woman wears her heels in bed when they have sex...but Ann looked so natural, and so sexy standing there in her bare feet.

Ann held out her hand, kind of motioning for Tina to join her, and Tina got up and slowly walked over to her. "What about Neil?" she said looking back over her shoulder for just a moment.

"I'm fine," I said as I waved my hand, letting them know to go ahead. Something told me that I needed to be patient, and I'd be rewarded for that later. And in truth, even though I was so hard I thought my cock might just petrify in that condition, I was turned on by the idea of watching the two of them for a while.

Tina walked into Ann's open arms, and they hugged for a moment. But Ann wanted to get started, before Tina could change her mind, so she turned Tina so that her back was to the bed, mostly so that I could see the both of them. Then Ann leaned down, and lifted Tina's chin, kissing her softly.

They were short, tender kisses to start...the two of them feeling each other out as they tried to calm their nerves. After a minute or two, Ann's right hand moved up to Tina's head, taking her hair and twisting Tina's neck a little to change the angle. Ann kissed her deep, taking Tina's mouth with her own, and Tina's hands moved to grab Ann's ass, squeezing the bare skin. I was a little surprised that Ann was the aggressive one. Tina had always been a bold lover, and she was being more passive than I remembered, even when she'd been with the women I'd seen her have sex with. But she was letting Ann take control.

Ann pulled away for a second and smiled at the woman in her arms. "I've never kissed someone shorter than me before," she giggled.

"Lucky for you I still have my heels on, or you'd really have to work at it."

Ann stepped back and took the straps of Tina's hot black dress, pulling them over her shoulders. "It won't matter once I get you in bed, lover."

Ann calling Tina her lover stunned us both. I could see Tina's eyes flash, the desire inside her starting to come to the surface. And my cock flinched, straining against the material of my pants. I sat there, my legs crossed as I enjoyed some more champagne, watching Ann slowly strip off Tina's outfit. 

As Tina's massive tits bounced into view, Ann got down on her knees, stopping to flick each of those wonderful nipples with her tongue as she passed by them. Tina had to wiggle her hips a little for Ann to be able to peel the dress the rest of the way off of her, but in moments, Tina was standing in front of a kneeling Ann in just her heels and a black lacy thong.

"I'm surprised you're wearing that," I said from the cheap seats.

Tina looked at me for the briefest of moments and said, "If I had known I was going to be having sex tonight I would have left them at home."

Ann's hands went to Tina's hips, her fingers pulling at the thin elastic holding up the tiny underwear. "Mmm...I'm glad you wore them. It's like unwrapping a pretty little present."

Ann pulled them down, going slow and deliberate, her eyes widening as Tina's bare pussy came into view. Tina stepped out of them, and in the process, she spread her legs a little. Ann took advantage of that by running her hand back up the inside of Tina's right thigh, until she cupped her mound, feeling Tina's wetness.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 63



"Oh...God...it's been too long," Tina said softly as her head flew back. Ann took a deep breath, and then took a page out of my book, exhaling the hot air from her lungs over Tina's pussy from close range. Tina moaned, and her knees wobbled a bit. Ann let out an evil little giggle and stood up, quickly kissing Tina again as she moved her body forward.

Tossing the thong to me, Ann smiled and said, "Here you go baby...you can play with that while I play with Tina. Go ahead...have a sniff. It's intoxicating."

I already knew that...I sniffed around Tina's wet pussy a lot. But that didn't stop me from bringing the delicate garment to my face and inhaling while I looked at the two of them embrace.

Ann pressed her naked body against Tina's, and then Tina stepped back, falling gracefully onto the mattress. Ann looked down at her, like she'd just won some kind of title fight, and her conquest was lying on the canvas below her, quivering. And Tina was quivering, not from being hit by some right cross, or a body shot to the stomach. She was shaking in anticipation of the blows she was about to take below the belt.

Ann took Tina's left leg, and lifted it up, taking off the stiletto and discarding it on the floor next to Tina's dress. That was followed quickly by the other shoe. "Get in the middle of the bed, lover, and spread your legs for me."

It wasn't a demand...it was more of a sexy request. But the way Tina moved back would have made you think Ann was holding a whip in her hand. Then again, Tina was smiling from ear to ear, and I could see how wet she was as she spread her thighs wide...making me sigh as I looked at her. She was a sight for sore eyes, in a way. I'd seen quite a few naked and semi naked women over the last week, all of them spectacular in their own ways. But there was something about the familiarity of Tina's naked form that had my head spinning.

Tina was such a petite package. But she packed so much power inside her tiny little body, and the way she could use it sexually was something I had always enjoyed. And then there was Ann...whose grace and athletic prowess in bed was unrivaled in my mind...I'd never been with someone as amazing as Ann was. A little shiver ran through me as I thought of what those two could do to me together if they put their collective minds to it.

Ann crawled across the big mattress towards Tina, looking like a sexy feline as she wiggled her ass. I was staring at her pussy as she knelt down, settling between Tina's legs. 

"Do you want to let me do you too?" Tina said, her voice cracking a little.

"You can make me cum after I'm finished with you, Tina. I want you to concentrate on what I'm doing to you...and if you're worried about making me cum, you won't be able to do that. Just lie back and enjoy this."

"Oh...shit," Tina said as she felt Ann do something she liked between her legs. Her eyes snapped shut, and her head moved back a little in reaction. 

Tina's upper body was propped up by a huge pillow, and I was able to see her face and chest as Ann started working her way slowly towards the magical place where Tina's legs met. I watched them like I was looking at the most personal porn movie ever. They were two women that I knew intimately...two women that I loved, in some way or another. Two women that were both smart, sexy, and stunningly beautiful. 

It took every bit of strength I could gather to keep me from racing to the bed and ramming my hard cock deep into Ann's wet gash, which was winking at me from between her tightly closed legs as she knelt down. She was on her knees, her upper body pressed against the sheets as she wiggled her perfect bottom in front of me from across the room. I knew she was doing it deliberately, to turn me on and make my cock leak. I could feel the wetness on my boxers, and I fought the urge to open my fly and take out my prick. Instead, I slowly massaged it through the material as I watched.

The flames of the candles were dancing, making the light in the room move and shift. Ann's body seemed to feed off of the glow they provided, her skin shining seductively as it appeared in and out of the shadows. As I watched Ann's ass, I saw a little trail from her pussy, running down her right leg. She was so wet she was actually flowing, the little stream glistening in the candlelight. 

Tina was pulling at her nipples, which didn't surprise me at all. She liked her sex on the rougher side anyway, and I'd seen her do that before. Hell, I'd done it to her! Ann had her hands under Tina's ass, lifting it up a little to give her better access as she greedily licked at the pussy she'd been fantasizing about. Tina's breathing started to become very rapid, and her hands flew out to her sides. She gripped the sheets with her clenched fists, and let out a scream.

"Oh...FUCK...MAKE ME CUM ANN! I'M FUCKING CUMMING!"

Listening to Ann groan and lick and swallow was like music filling the air. It was sweet and melodic, and when you added that chorus to the refrain Tina was chanting over and over as she came, it was like an aria; a sexual duet sung by two amazing women. 

When Tina started to calm down, Ann lifted her head up and crawled along Tina's body, their skin rubbing seductively together as Ann moved towards Tina's face. Ann was licking her way along Tina's torso, leaving another trail of sorts. She stopped to lick Tina's navel, before heading up to munch on her big tits for a little while, fondling them with her hands as she licked and bit at the erect nipples on the end of them. And Tina giggled as Ann sucked on the underside of them, pulling them up by those same ripe buds.

They started kissing again, and Tina licked Ann's face clean. Then she grabbed Ann and quickly rolled her over on to her back in a powerful move. "My turn, lover," Tina said, using Ann's word for her partner.

Ann let out a giddy little laugh as she spread her legs wider, bending her knees towards the ceiling as she slid her feet across the mattress towards her ass. She tried to dig them into the satin sheets to hold her position, but it was hard for her. Tina had started where Ann finished, taking her time as she sucked on Ann's breasts. Ann eyes were rolling in her sockets just from that, so I could only imagine what she'd do once Tina started doing something to her pussy. And that didn't take long.

Tina started by fingering Ann, moving her hips so she could slip a hand between their bodies. I couldn't see what Tina was doing, but it wasn't hard to figure out. Ann was squirming beneath her lover, but Tina had latched onto Ann's right breast and she held her still as she fucked her with her hand. Tina was showing her strength again, pinning Ann against the mattress, letting her know who was now in control.

I knew Ann's warning signs, and she was mere seconds from cumming. But Tina read Ann as well as I did, and she stopped, pulling up.

"Oh...OH GOD! NOOOOO!"

"I'm not stopping, Ann...I'm just changing positions. I want to taste you when you cum."

Tina moved down Ann's lithe body, forcing her head between Ann's legs. And just like Ann, Tina gave me a little show, spreading her legs for me as she lay on her stomach, eating Ann. Tina's legs were bent at the knees, and she crossed her ankles like a little girl doing her homework on the floor. They were moving back and forth, rocking towards Ann, and then back toward me. It blocked my view of Ann, but I didn't need to see her to know what was happening. Ann was yelling play by play to the rest of the hotel, letting everyone know what Tina was doing to her and how good if felt.

Ann lifted her legs into the air, grabbing her calves with her hands to spread herself even more. Tina moved her hands up to Ann's thighs, helping to press them back as she moved her body up just a little. Leaning a touch to my right, I could see Ann's eyes. Well, eyelids. They were shut tight, the grimace on her face showing just how desperate she was to cum. 

"Ooooooooohhhh. FUUUUUUCCKKKKK!" Ann wailed, which was followed by a moan so loud it made me shake in my seat. 

Ann let go of her legs, letting them come to rest on Tina's back as she came, and Tina laughed as she sucked at Ann's clit, making her friend roll around. In fact, towards the end of Ann's orgasm, she was moving her body left and right, her legs still high in the air. She moved so much that she actually rolled over hard onto her right side, hitting the mattress with a thump as Tina continued to dig her tongue deep inside her wet cunt. 

Tina crawled up behind Ann, pressing her body against her back. They spooned like that, Tina clutching Ann, who was panting as she attempted to catch her breath. They were like that for almost five minutes before Ann rolled over and started kissing Tina again. And they did THAT for almost five minutes. 

The joy I saw in both of them as the stared into each other eyes, touching each other tenderly as the kissed and nibbled, was electric. They'd become lovers right in front of my eyes. And I mean...lovers. I could feel their affection for each other from where I was sitting, and it made me smile. I knew I wasn't in danger of losing my love to a woman...Ann wasn't going to become a lesbian, and frankly, neither was Tina. But I knew that this wasn't going to be a one-time thing for them. I was just hoping that they wouldn't get so caught up in what they were feeling at the moment that they'd forget I was there.

Ann started giggling, and Tina followed, laughing along with her. Then they started whispering...like schoolgirls keeping a secret. That was the only time I felt uncomfortable the entire time I watched them. But that was a needless reaction, because in seconds they were up on their elbows looking at me.

"I think it's time Neil joined our party, Tina," Ann said with a naughty smile.

"I think so too, Ann. What are we going to do with him?" Tina giggled.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Tina was running her fingers through Ann's pubic hair, studying it closely as she rested her head on Ann's thigh. Ann had her legs spread wide; her wet pussy a little red and puffy from her having just fucked me hard and fast to her latest orgasm. She was now sitting up on her elbows, holding her upper body in place as she caught her breath. Tina had crawled in between those soft, powerful thighs to look at Ann's golden strip of hair.

"This is really cool, Ann. I think I'm going to have to start offering this at my shop," Tina said as she pulled at the strands of Ann's curly pubic hair lightly with her fingers.

"Do you do that sort of thing?" Ann asked innocently.

"Well, we've always done bikini waxes, but I've never thought of styling down there. I think this might be the next thing we offer...it really looks sexy. And since I changed the name of the shop to 'Sexy Styles', it kind of makes sense."

"Do you think there's going to be a lot of calls from women wanting their pubic hair colored?" Ann laughed.

"Well, probably not. But it's not just the color that makes yours hot, Ann. It's the way you have it trimmed too. And there are a lot of styles we could do for women besides a strip like this. You see them in porn movies a lot. Heart shapes, and diamonds, and I can think of a lot more. It may not be a LOT of new business...but every little bit helps. We're already doing a lot more waxes than we used to, so this might be a nice way to add to that."

I was lying there, listening to Tina and Ann, and I was smiling at how they were so relaxed about what the three of us were sharing together that they could make small talk. Of course, that small talk was about something extremely sexy...and sexual, but that's what made me so excited. They were becoming such good friends, we could all be naked in bed together, and they still found time for some girl talk. And yet as excited as that made me, I also started to get antsy. My cock was throbbing, and I really wanted to cum again. In fact, the way my balls were aching, I think I really needed to.

It wasn't helping that the way Tina was positioned, her own bare pussy was practically staring me in the face. It was less than a foot from me, and when I inhaled, the sweet aroma of her arousal made my mouth water. I wanted to lick it, and I craned my neck, but it was too far for me to reach. And that made my cock ache even more. I tried to contain my desperation, but it proved harder than my pulsing shaft.

"Uh...I'm really happy that you two have become such really good friends so fast. But..."

"Awe...are we neglecting you, baby," Ann said sweetly.

"I'm not complaining...this has been great. But I really need to cum," I said as calmly as I could.

Tina looked at Ann and said, "I think we should help him, Ann. After all, he didn't have to let us, you know..."

"You're right. He's been really good about all of this. Go ahead, lover...it's your turn to fuck him again."

"Can you help me untie him...I've already ridden him once, and I want him to do the work now," Tina said with a laugh.

"Well...okay. But I was going to sit on his face again," Ann said, teasing me.

"How about letting me eat you this time instead?"

"DEAL," Ann said as she scrambled to help Tina remove the ropes from my wrists and ankles.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Tina and Ann were basking in the glow of their first orgasms, hugging and kissing each other on the bed while I sat in my lounge chair and watched them. I should have known something was up the when they started whispering and giggling while they were staring at me, but I was too turned on to think straight. When they finally stopped and beckoned me over to the bed, I was so horny I was pretty much game for anything. 

Having two naked babes undress me was one of the most incredible experiences I think I'd ever had. They worked in tandem, removing one article of clothing after another carefully, and lovingly. Each time they exposed a part of my flesh, one or the other of them would touch or kiss my skin, making me tingle. And sometimes, they would both be doing it...which only added to the sensations. 

Once they had me naked, they practically pulled me onto the bed. And I thought at that moment that we'd really get into the spirit of a threesome. But Tina had other ideas.

She looked at Ann and said, "I want you both to know that I'm really excited. But I do have one stipulation before we do anything together, okay?"

Ann said, "Okay," but she had a nervous look on her face, thinking that Tina was having second thoughts. "Don't worry, Ann. I want to do this," she said, reassuring her. "But I haven't changed how I feel about tonight. It was supposed to be for the two of you. That's why I did all of this." Tina waved her arms around the room, reminding us of both what she'd done to make our night...and our week...special. She didn't have to, but we both understood. 

"We know Tina...and we're so grateful. Not just for what you did, but for being our friend," Ann said, speaking for both of us. And I say that, because I was nodding as she said it. "So, what is it that you want to do? Or...don't want to do?"

"It's not what I want to do...it's what I want YOU to do."

Ann arched her eyebrow, and said, "And what is it you what US to...do?"

"I want you two to do whatever you would have done...if I wasn't here. I'm going to sit where Neil was sitting earlier, and I want to watch you. And when you're done...then we can do what you want, Ann. Is that okay?"

Of course it was. It was the perfect compromise, and Ann smiled as she motioned for Tina to move to the lounge chair, while she got on her back. Turning a little, Ann positioned herself so that Tina could watch us both, instead of having her view totally blocked. Spreading her legs, Ann looked me in the eyes, telling me to climb between them. She didn't have to actually tell me...I wasn't going to wait for a second invitation, whether it was with her eyes, or her mouth, or any other way. 

Instead of just fucking Ann, I actually ate her for a little bit...mainly because that's what I would have done if we'd have been alone. And I gave her a quick orgasm that way...a lot quicker than it would have been had we never left the bedroom to eat dinner, and met up with Tina. I'm sure a lot of it was because Tina; she had already made Ann cum once before...and I wasn't trying to draw it out as much as I normally would have. But neither of those factors seemed to bother Ann the way she went off. She came like a geyser, filling my mouth with her sweet cum. And as she was still in the middle of her climax, I moved up and slid my hard cock deep into Ann's very slick cunt.

Ann and I fucked for Tina for almost a half-hour. Actually, after the first five minutes or so, we forgot that she was even there. Tina was totally silent, but Ann and I got so into what we were doing to each other that Tina could have been yelling instructions and I doubt we would have heard her. We were into each other, which made the whole experience hotter.

We pretty much stayed in the missionary position, although I'd hold Ann's legs wide, or I'd bend her onto her back from time to time. She even had her ankles on my shoulders at one point, as I got on my toes and hammered her back and forth into her like I was doing some kind of pelvic push ups with my cock.

I could feel Ann's pussy start to contract, and her breathing became more rapid, both sure signs that she was building to yet another orgasm. Seconds later she was pleading with me to cum with her. I picked up my pace as I dropped back down to my knees, my hips a blur as they fired my shaft deep inside her with long, hard strokes. The slapping sound of our bodies hitting each other was matched by our grunts as we tried to cum at the same time. Ann beat me by a little bit, wailing as she threw her head back, lifting her upper body with it as her back arched up, making her amazing tits point toward the ceiling. I was a minute or so behind, humping into her suddenly rigid body as I felt my groin start to burn.

When I felt my balls contract, I slammed into Ann one more time and my own body went stiff as I filled her cunt with my hot, steamy load. I let out a loud animalistic growl, and Ann sighed as she felt the warm sperm splash inside her contracting cunt.

I collapsed in Ann's arms, falling onto her body as we lay together. We were kissing, our mouths melding together passionately, when we heard Tina clapping. "Oh my GOD! That was the hottest thing I think I've ever seen."

Ann turned her head and smiled at Tina, still sitting in the chair. "Wow...I forgot you were even there, Tina. Did you enjoy the show?

"Fuck yeah! You two are really meant for each other. The way you move together...it was like watching some erotic, poetic dance. It was beautiful."

Ann winked at Tina, and then she lay back on the mattress, breathing hard. Tina quietly got up off the chair she'd been sitting in, and moved over to the bed to join us. As she got there, I pulled out of Ann, lying on my back for a moment, still catching my breath. Tina crawled between Ann's legs, and it startled Ann for a second. "What are you doing?" she asked.

"You said you loved the picture of me eating Neil's cum out of Carol...I thought you might like the real thing even better."

Ann cooed as Tina dipped her tongue deep inside her pussy, scooping out some of my load and swallowing it. After that, Tina really dove in, sucking and slurping at Ann's freshly fucked cunt, digging for my cum while she was trying to make Ann cum. And she accomplished both, making Ann shudder when another climax tore through her body. It wasn't as high on the orgasm Richter scale as any of her previous ones, but it still charted, and the way Ann was holding onto Tina's head would have made you think it was like an 8.1 or something.

When Tina pulled up, she looked up from between Ann's legs, peering over the perfectly coifed blond strip on that mound as she looked into Ann's brown eyes. "So...do you think he'll go for it?" she asked.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 63



Ann looked at me with an evil little grin. "I don't know...will you go for it, baby?" Ann asked me with an ominous laugh.

Ten minutes later, I was tied to the bed on my back, and Tina was riding my cock. Meanwhile, Ann sat on my face for me to eat her out. It was all just innocent fun, really. Ann and Tina wanted to do something they felt was daring and exciting, but at the same time, they'd promised they weren't going to turn my agreeing to be bound into something darker. There wasn't any intent to turn our evening into some BDSM event like Ann and I shared in Colorado. And I trusted them both...so much so that I could truly say I trusted them with my life.

Once they had secured me with some of the rope we'd gotten from Julie, the Resort Manager of that Colorado paradise Ann and I had stayed at, Tina and Ann went to work. And instead of torturing me with any kind of pain...they did it instead with pleasure. The two of them gave me what amounted to a tongue bath, licking me all over my body, and making me squirm in delight. When they finally got to my cock and balls, and they just used their mouths on them, it was like I went into some dream state. I couldn't see them very well, since my head was against the mattress...but I could feel their tongues working in tandem, and I knew a couple of times their mouths met, and they stopped to kiss each other. I could hear their moaning, and it made my cock lurch up, which made Ann giggle.

When they finally decided to start using my cock for their own pleasure, I became a prop. Ann sat on my face while Tina rode me to her orgasm, and then they switched places. They each came from my cock while I kept them turned on with my tongue...and after Ann came on my shaft, they both fell to the side, with Tina staring at Ann's perfect patch of golden hair, playing with the soft curls.

That's when they struck a deal to untie me, so I could fuck Tina from behind while she ate Ann. And I wasted no time once they removed the ropes from the bed. I never let them take them off my wrists or ankles...content to let the ropes hang from my extremities like I was a human marionette. Tina moved up onto her hands and knees, dipping her head low to Ann's waiting cunt while I grabbed Tina's hips and slammed my rock hard cock deep into her pussy in one thrust.

"Uuunnnnhhhhh!" she groaned into Ann's cunt as she felt me bottom out.

It was a hard, fast fuck...just the way Tina loved it. I don't think I could have fucked her any other way. It seemed that's how we always fucked, and it's not only what we both expected from each other...it's what we wanted. Tina was pushing her ass back towards me every time I thrust forward, making her head move back and forth across Ann's open pussy. She wasn't eating Ann as much as she was letting her face and mouth mash against Ann's dripping hole. But Ann didn't care at all. It was obvious that Tina was making contact with Ann's swollen clit enough that it was making her very, very happy.

Ann came first, cumming all over Tina's face, holding her head with her hands as she pressed her pelvis upward, making Tina moan. Then she pulled out of the way from underneath Tina to watch the two of us. 

With Ann now satisfied, Tina concentrated on trying to do the same for me. And she really got into it, her body hammering back into me as hard as she could. I reached around and grabbed her big tits roughly, like I'd done so many times before, and that had Tina begging for to make her cum. 

Ann began begging for the same thing. She became our own personal little sexual cheerleader, urging us on and yelling out ideas for us to do to each other. She was as into what Tina and I were doing as we were. And it helped that she wasn't shy about touching either one of us. Ann started playing with Tina's tits like I had been doing, and she also reached between my legs and started squeezing my balls. When Ann moved her hand from my groin to Tina's, playing with the hard clit my shaft was rubbing up against, Tina finally came.

Tina's tight pussy clamped down on my cock, and I bucked into her harder, making her scream out as she launched into her orgasm. My fingers went to Tina's ass, gripping at it as I plowed deep into her, making my balls hit Ann's hand as they flew forward on each stroke. Ann looked at me, her eyes showing her pride as I fucked for her...and that's what I felt like I was doing; fucking Tina for Ann. Ann smiled, and mouthed 'I love you so much,' which made my body jerk forward. Five to six thrusts later, I was cumming inside Tina's cunt, emptying my straining balls inside of her.

"That's it baby...cum inside Tina's hot pussy for me," Ann said in her sexy voice.

I fell backwards onto the mattress after I finished spurting, and Ann pounced on my shaft, taking it deep into her mouth to suck Tina's cum off the outside, and any cum I had left on the inside. She was kneading my nuts in her hand, and pressing her fingers against my shaft, trying to force out whatever she could to savor. And when she'd finished with me, she crawled under Tina's body, pulling that amazing ass down so she could clean out Tina's cunt like she'd had done to her what seemed like hours before. 

I was exhausted...as I always seemed to be whenever I finished fucking Tina. She had a way of draining not only my cock, but the rest of my body as well. Of course, Ann had a little something to do with my lack of energy too. I watched them for a little bit while I was untying the ropes from my wrists and ankles. Then I scooted out of the way as Tina turned around and started eating Ann; two women I loved, albeit differently, acting like true lovers as they shared a slow, sensuous 69.

Moving up the bed, my head found a pillow, and I watched lazily, wondering if I'd be able to recover one more time so that our night of fun could continue.

~*~*~*~*~*~

I didn't remember pulling the covers over my naked body. I would have had to get up off the bed to do it, since they were strewn on the floor when Ann and Tina had first gotten into bed. I didn't remember the candles being blown out either, yet the room was now dark. And I could only feel the presence of one body in bed with me, a couple of feet away. From the cute little snore, I knew it was Ann. I moved over, spooning up against her naked backside, and she grabbed my arm in her sleep, helping me to feel closer as my hand found her left tit. She never woke up, but she made the sweetest sound as she moaned when my body molded tightly against hers. I didn't know what time it was, I only knew it was still in the wee hours of the morning, and I'd gotten the answer to the question that popped into my head the moment I realize I was slightly awake; my night with Ann and Tina as a threesome was indeed over. 

And while that could have been a sad thought, I smiled as I closed my eyes. Visions of two sweaty, naked babes were filling my head, as they frolicked with each other sexually on the bed, rose petals sticking to their damp skin as they came over and over. I was dreaming of the three of us still rollicking together on the huge bed before I even fell back to sleep.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Ann was being eerily quiet. She seemed to be in some kind of reflective mood, and I didn't know what it all meant. I was worried that it might be some kind of regret. And since the most recent thing we'd done was spend the better part of three or so hours having sex with Tina...that seemed to be the logical place for me to place that illogical worry.

I say 'illogical', because I really had no concrete evidence that there was even a problem. Ann wasn't crying, or even sulking. She didn't seem depressed or melancholy. And I didn't see anything that indicated that she might just not be feeling well. She was just quiet.

But in all the days on our trip, and those we'd spent together in California, and in Indiana before that, I couldn't remember Ann ever being quiet. At least not THIS quiet. That alone was enough to make me wonder what was up.

We'd taken a shower together...not to have sex, but just to wake up and rejuvenate our tired bodies. The long week was finally catching up to me, and I was sure Ann was no different. Hours and hours sitting in a cramped car...followed by nights of energetic, inspired sex, had to take its toll on the both of us. But we showered in silence, and then we'd gone back out into the bedroom the same way. 

I got back onto the bed, brushing away the flower petals so I wouldn't have them sticking to my body like they had to the three of us the night before as we fucked. Ann opened the curtains to the bright sunny morning, and a sat down in a chair, looking outside. 

We were like that for about five minutes before she finally said, "Neil, do you have an aspirin?"

"Sure babe...you okay?" I said as I got up and went to the bathroom to get her some from my toiletry bag.

Bringing her the bottle, and a glass of water, she said, "Yeah...just drank too much champagne, I think."

"Is that all?" I asked, thinking that there might be something else bothering her. 

But Ann misunderstood me, and smirked. "Maybe I drank a little too much cum, too. Between you and Tina, I swallowed a LOT last night." I wanted to laugh, but Ann didn't seem in that kind of mood at the moment. So, I just handed her the glass and opened up the little plastic container of aspirin, shaking it over her open palm. "Three please," she said as she looked at the two that landed in her hand.

I got another one out, and Ann swallowed them in one quick gulp of water. "Are you going to be okay?" I asked, the worry showing on my face.

Ann put her hand on mine and said, "Yes, sweetie. I'll be fine. Give me a half hour of quiet, and I'll be good to go."

It was still somewhat early, something like 10 in the morning. Normally, we would have been scrambling to get out of the hotel before the 11AM checkout time, but Tina had made arrangements for us to be able to stay as long as we wanted. And we were going to take advantage of that. I'd hung the 'Do Not Disturb' sign on our door like she'd instructed us to do in her letter, and so I pulled the covers over my naked body and closed my eyes again. I didn't care that the sun was shining in the room...just being able to lie on the big, comfortable bed was enough for me to take another much needed catnap.

I was stirred awake a while later, feeling the bed move near me. Then I felt a pair of soft, supple lips kissing my cheek. I opened my eyes to see Ann, beaming as she sat there in her skimpy bright pink bikini...the same one she'd worn when she was in the driveway of my parent's house when she stopped by to see me, wearing her mother's raincoat to hide it.

"Are you awake, baby?" she said softly.

"I am now," I said, a little groggy, but not so much that I wasn't smiling from ear to ear.

"I looked in your suitcase for a swimsuit, but I couldn't find one. I hope this will be enough to cover you up," she said with a grin. She was holding up the pair of gym shorts that I'd worn the first day we'd traveled on our trip; the white ones with the mesh, see-through sides." 

"Uh...there should be a pair in my bigger suitcase, in the pocket on the side. They're navy."

"Huh...well, I couldn't find them," she said with a wink. "Why don't you wear these, so we can go to down to the hot tub."

"I'm sure they're in there," I said as I started to get up.

But Ann put her hand on my arm, stopping me as she leaned in for a quick, passionate kiss. Her hand went to my thigh, and then it worked its way up to my balls, touching them lightly, making my cock stir a little. Breaking off the kiss, she said, "Please, Neil...wear these for me."

I didn't know what she had in mind, but I knew at that point that she was in a much better mood than she had been earlier, and that meant she was feeling better. I wasn't going to argue about her choice of attire for me...all that mattered to me at that point was making sure she stayed happy. So, I got up and put them on, my half hard cock making the material stretch out a little in the front. As I stood there next to the bed, Ann bit her lip, an impish little grin appearing at the corners of her mouth.

"What are you up to, Ann?" I asked.

She looked up into my eyes and said, "Nothing, Neil. I just love you, that's all."

"I love you too...but I still think you're up to something."

"Hmm...maybe. But I love that you indulge my naughty little mind. Come on...let's go," she said, bounding up and grabbing my hand, leading me toward the front door. 

"I thought we were going to get breakfast in bed this morning, babe."

"Are you hungry?"

"Well...no, not right now. But I was really looking forward to that."

"I called down a little while ago to check. They serve breakfast all day, so we can get it whenever you want to. Is that okay?"

"Sure," I nodded, happy, even though I didn't really know why that seemed so important to me. I guess it was just the novelty of having breakfast in bed...or room service. Ann smiled as she grabbed our room key off of the table in the little hallway next to the bathroom door. I glanced inside, and I said, "Don't we need to take some towels?"

"They have them down in the pool area, baby."

We walked out into the hall, and Ann was practically bouncing as she walked; her bare feet padding down the carpet as we made our way to the elevators. Ann pressed the button to call the elevator to our floor, and she was kind of dancing around in her bikini as we waited.

I was amazed at the transformation in Ann in just an hour or so. She'd been so quiet and somber before, and now she was so happy she was almost bouncing off the walls.

"I see someone's feeling a little better," I said as I held on to her hand, which wasn't easy the way she was moving around.

"I told you to just give me a little quiet time and I'd be fine. Thanks for that, by the way. You don't know how many times in my life I've asked for that when I don't feel well, and people still hover over me and try to MAKE me feel better by mothering me. I just need a little space and some quiet when I get a headache, and I usually get over them pretty fast. It's when I tell people to leave me alone, and they don't because they think they know better...that's when I start to freak out and I end up feeling worse."

"Wow...who mothered you?"

"Well, my mother, for one. But I've had boyfriends do it...and roommates. You might be the first one that ever really left me alone the way I need to be. Just another reason that I love you," she said, standing on her toes to give me a kiss on the cheek. 

"I think you're giving me a little too much credit. I could have just as easily been like the rest of them, babe."

"I don't think so, Neil. I saw the concern in your eyes...but you also saw my eyes. You just seem to know how to read me sometimes. I love that about you."

"If I could really read you...then I'd know why you were really being quiet this morning."

"I told you...I had a headache."

"It was more than just a headache Ann, and you know it."

Ann smiled softly, and she said, "See. You DO know how to read me. You may not know what it was, but you knew something was on my mind."

"Well, I suppose that does say something. I don't need to know what it was; I'm just glad I wasn't nuts."

"I was upset, because that was our last night sleeping together for a while. I know I went to sleep on the bed, and I was next to you...but I didn't want to disturb you. And then sometime in the middle of the night...well, I woke you in your arms, baby. And I love that feeling. And when I woke up, I realized I'm not going to have that again for a while...and I got sad."

"Aw...I'm sorry, Ann. Don't be sad," I said, brushing her hair away from her face with my hands.

"I'm not sad anymore, Neil. I got over that when I got over my headache. When I get like that, I need time to reflect...to think. And I realized that we're here this morning because of you...and a little bit of Tina. But you thought about staying one more night...I thought our last night together was in Omaha, but you thought of staying the night one last time. I could have been at my parent's house this morning, so instead of being sad about last night being our last night sleeping together, now I'm happy...because you gave me last night."

"Wow," I said in hushed tone. But Ann still heard me, and hugged me tight.

We could hear the elevator rumbling up and down the shaft behind the closed doors, but it still hadn't arrived on our floor. "What's taking this thing so long," Ann said as she hit the button again.

"It's close to check out time, Ann. Everyone's using them right now. Do you want to take the stairs?"

"Huh...oh, no. We're in no hurry." Ann's hand went to my bare chest; feeling my smooth skin...and she couldn't resist tweaking my nipple quickly.

"Careful, or I might just have to do that to you," I kidded.

Ann looked behind her, and then she looked past me down the hallway, making sure the coast was clear. Pulling the hot pink cloth to the side, she exposed her left breast. "Do you want to do that here, or wait until we get in the elevator?" she giggled.

Looking at her naked tit, I felt my cock start to surge again. "What's gotten into you this morning?"

Ann reached between us, feeling my growing cock with her fingers. "I know what I'd LIKE to get into me," she said with her deep, sexy bedroom voice.

Just then, the elevator finally reached our floor, and Ann removed her hand, and quickly covered up her breast. And it was a good thing, since a family with two young boys got off the elevator when the doors slid open. But that didn't help me, since my cock was rising in my shorts. Ann was covered up, and she received the proper stares you would expect from the husband. The wife's eyes locked onto the bulge at my crotch, and the look on her face was priceless. And that caught her husband's eyes, his head snapping towards his better half.

Ann giggled as they walked past them into the elevator car, and when the doors closed, she was back in my arms, kissing me wildly. "I should have left my tit out...that would have had them talking."

"I think they're going to be talking enough the way it is, babe," I laughed as I kissed her back.

We got off the elevator on the second floor where all of the amenities were, including the hotel entrance to Starlight, the nightclub Ann and I'd been to months before. I could smell the heavy doses of chlorine in the air, from both the pool and the hot tub.

"Are you sure we don't need towels, Ann?" I asked.

"No...they have there here. Don't worry."

"I'm not worried. I'm just not sure if..."

"Well, they had them last night," she said with that naughty grin that told me there was something more she wanted to tell me.

"Last night?" I said, stopping in the middle of the hallway right in front of the windows of the huge exercise room.

"Uh huh. Tina and I came down for a midnight swim. Well, it as actually way past midnight."

"A swim? Tina brought a swimsuit? She didn't even know she'd be staying the night."

"Well, she didn't technically spend the night," Ann said with a grin.

"You know what I mean...she slept with us."

"Actually, I wouldn't say she 'slept' either."

"Okay...another technicality. What's your point?" I asked, still trying to get my brain around the impish look on Ann's face.

"My point is that...technically...Tina and I weren't wearing swimsuits," Ann said as she winked at me. Then she turned to walk toward the door of the pool, giggling as she looked back over her shoulder.



Ann: A Love Story Ch. 64



Ann had just dropped a bombshell on me. Okay, maybe it wasn't all that earth shattering, but it did have me speechless for a second. She was walking away, her perfect little laugh echoing in the hallway as she headed for the door to the pool of the hotel we were staying in. I took two quick, long strides to close the gap, and I caught her gently by the arm, making her turn around; her long brown curls flying in the air as she spun on her bare feet, her naughty smile catching me off guard.

"What do you mean you weren't wearing swimsuits. I thought you just said you and Tina went swimming?" I said, pointing at the pool through the big window as I played the part of the clueless fiancée.

"We did."

My mouth hit the floor. "In THERE?" I said, pointing again.

"Uh huh...why?"

"Ann!"

"What's the matter, Neil? Haven't you ever gone skinny dipping before?"

"Yeah...in a pond, or a lake. Not in a public pool!"

"It's not public."

"Of COURSE it's public. It's in a HOTEL!"

Ann saw the look on my face, and she took my hands into hers, massaging the back of them with her thumbs as she looked into my eyes. "Neil, don't be upset. It was just a little fun."

"How do you know no one saw you? The entrance to the nightclub is right there," I said as I pointed again.

"I don't...but so what if they did? I've been naked from here to the California, Neil. I thought you liked showing me off."

"Well, yeah...I love showing you off. But I like it a lot more when I'm with you when you do it, that's all."

"Then you should have woken up. Tina and I tried to wake you, but you were sound asleep."

"You did?"

"Uh huh...I think you were just too exhausted baby. It's been a long week."

"Okay...so why did you go? How did that all come about?" I asked.

"You're not upset?" Ann asked.

"No...I was a little stunned when you first said it...but you're right. I've been making you flash all over the place, so what right would I have to be upset. That would be sending you mixed signals, and I don't want to do that. I just never thought you'd do it without me. But I still want to know how you decided to do it."

"Okay, first of all, I didn't want to do it without you. I told you...we tried to wake you up. But it's not like I did it alone...Tina was with me. And she dared me...so I had to."

"She...dared you?"

Ann grinned and said, "You're turned on by this, aren't you?"

I tried to play down my true feelings about what she'd done, by saying, "I don't know. You haven't told me about it yet."

"Hmm...well, you will be," she said, letting go of my left hand, and tapping my cock through my shorts with the back of her right hand.

And with that, Ann started filling me in on what I'd missed while I was asleep. I already knew that Ann and Tina had been involved in a 69 when I'd drifted off. What I didn't know was that evolved into the two of them getting out a dildo from the big box of sex toys we'd brought with us to the room. They moved towards the end of the bed so they wouldn't wake me up, and they ended up making each other cum once using it. Ann talked to me about how different it felt to have another woman use a dildo on her, instead of her having to do it herself. And at one point, Tina wished out loud that Ann had gotten a strap on for a bachelorette gift.

"I laughed when she said that," Ann said, "I told her the gifts we got were for couples, and at the time, I'd only been with Dana. Who knew I'd be doing what I've been doing this week...maybe I WILL have to get one." And with that, Ann started laughing again. I smiled when I thought of Ann's comment, but my mind was still on the activities of the previous night. 

"So...how did you end up down here?" I asked, looking once again at the pool, which was being used by a couple of families. There was a sign on the door that stated the pool closed at midnight, and Ann had said that she and Tina had used it well after that.

"Tina. She was hot from cumming for like the tenth time, and she said she wanted to cool off. And that's when she came up with the idea."

"Really? To go swimming?"

"Well, she actually wanted to do something wild and crazy. The swimming kind of came up when we were talking about how to cool off."

"I'm not following, Ann. How did..."

Ann sighed sweetly and said, "It was like this, baby. She and I were both really worked up. Last night was kind of emotional for both of us...just like I'm sure it was for you too. And after a while, we both got a little silly. Tina said she wanted to do something daring; she was kind of feeding off of all the things that we've done this week, and all the things that you two did together...and she wanted to feel a part of us."

I shrugged my shoulders and nodded, saying, "Okay...I can see that."

"Yeah...so, she said she wanted to go skinny dipping. I told her I was game if you went along, so we tried to wake you up to go with us, but you were out! That's when she called me chicken, and dared me to do it with her. And you know me...a dare is a dare," she laughed. "So, we wrapped some towels around ourselves, and we came down here, and we found out it was locked. Tina wasn't going to give up that easily, so I stayed put by the door, and she went down to the lobby and talked to Bobby at the front desk...and then next thing I know, he's coming up the stairs with Tina, and he lets us in."

"Just like that?"

"Yeah...he told us to keep the door locked, and the lights off, and to try and keep quiet. But other than that, he was cool with it."

"Wow...so you just went in and went swimming?"

Ann grinned and said, "Well, I think you know we did a little more than that. Let's just say that if the pool wasn't heated before, it is now," Ann said as she leaned up and kissed me on the cheek. "Now, come on...let's go have our own fun."

Ann didn't give me any more details at the time, and I really didn't need them. It was better to just let my imagination run wild with thoughts of Ann and Tina splashing and playing around, in and out of the water. Sometimes, NOT knowing can be a bigger turn on, and my cock was proof of that. I wasn't totally hard, but I was over halfway there, and my bulge was pretty obvious.

Taking my hand, Ann led me through the door of the pool, keeping close to me to hide my manhood. I was glad as I looked around. I realized as soon as I got a better look inside that whatever fun we might have wouldn't match what she and Tina had the night before. The two families that were using the pool would see to that. Ann was helping to hide my erection, and that put me a little more at ease, but I couldn't help but be a little miffed at myself for not being able to wake up the night before to join her and Tina. 

As I scanned the pool, I noticed Ann had been right. There was a large rack of big, fluffy white towels against the wall as we walked along the side of the pool. Ann grabbed one and handed it to me, which I used to cover my groin while she grabbed one for herself. Then she led me around a corner, to another door. One that had a large sign on it announcing the hot tub, and the rules for using it...the most important to me being the one stating the room was for guests 18 and older only, which meant at least we wouldn't be dealing with kids. 

There was a large window to the room that faced the pool area, but you couldn't see anything though it. First, there was the four-foot high wall from the floor to the windows kept the tub itself out of view of anyone in the other room that wasn't up next to the glass looking in. Add to that the fog on the other side of the glass caused by the steam and heat of the hot tub, and it was pretty much private. We couldn't see much as we peered though the windows rounding the corner, other than the fuzzy outlines of the two people inside.

Ann opened the door, the wall of humid air hitting us like a wave. It was so hot in the room it was more like a sauna than just a hot tub. But it felt good. We stepped inside, like we were walking into a cloud, and it took a few seconds for our eyes to adjust. When they did, we were hit we a pleasant surprise.

"Hello Ann...hello Neil," came a familiar female voice though the mist hanging over the tub. Well, it wasn't that familiar, but it was one that we both recognized.

"HEY! Hi Penny...Hi Garrett! Happy Anniversary!" Ann yelled out with a smile. It was the couple we'd met the day before in the elevator. The ones Ann had given the sex toys to as sort of an Anniversary gift. "How are you this morning?"

"Aw...thanks for remembering. We're great!" Penny answered with a warm, contented smile. Garrett gave me a little wave, along with the man nod. The smirk on his face told both Ann and me that he was not only having a good time...he had obviously had one the night before. It was a smile you couldn't wipe off his face with a wet rag and some industrial solvent.

"How could we not remember, Penny? You just told us yesterday," Ann giggled.

"Well, yeah. But we kind of said it in passing."

I shook my head and said, "There's no such thing with Ann, Penny. Once she meets someone, it's like all that information goes into some kind of vault. She's amazing when it comes to meeting people."

Ann threw her towel on a chair, and turned around, giving them both a nice look at her hard, toned ass in her tiny bikini bottom. She took my towel from me, and winked, knowing she was going to expose my half-hard cock tenting in my shorts. And now, it was actually almost at three-quarters mast. Ann glanced down, and rubbed the back of her hand against my head a couple of times, out of view of the tub, before giving me a quick kiss on her cheek and turning around, still shielding me from the McCray's.

"Do you mind if we join you, or is this a private party?" Ann asked, using her sexy bedroom voice.

Penny motioned for her to climb in, saying, "Please...we'd love for you to join us!"

The jets of the hot tub were on full blast, creating a white frothy foam that covered the top of the water. I could tell that Penny was wearing some kind of bikini, the royal blue halter top exposing some of her skin, as well as showing off a lot of her 38 inch D cup tits. She wasn't as tan as Ann, but she had a nice base that went well with her frosted locks and her steel gray eyes. 

Garrett was obviously bare chested, the water matting the gray curls of his chest hair. It matched the color around his temples, giving him that distinguished look against his darker brown hair and dark brown eyes. He had a farmer's tan, his arms very dark from his fingertips to just above his elbows, his upper arms and chest white; a sign that he was outside a lot, but rarely without a shirt. 

They were a very attractive couple in a lot of ways, the most important of which being their obvious love for one another. Penny was practically sitting on Garrett's lap, her head on his shoulder as his right arm wrapped around her, his hand dangling into the water near her right breast, his fingers brushing against the outside of it lightly. He never bothered to stop, even though he knew we were looking. Penny had a dreamy look in her eyes...a well fucked look. And he had a sparkle in his as they relaxed in the oversized Jacuzzi.

Ann stepped away from me, dipping her foot into the water before stepping in. Garrett's eyes locked onto her hot body as she lowered herself gracefully into the tub. And so did Penny's, her mouth turned up in a little grin. Then Penny turned her gaze towards me as I moved toward the hot tub. I had tried to get there while Ann was getting in, so that I might be able to slip in beside her while they were still staring at her. But Ann had deliberately moved her body in a way that didn't allow me to get in at the same time, so I had to wait until she was in and seated.

Knowing there was nothing I could do to change the circumstances, I decided to just let go of any embarrassment I might have had from being hard in front of them. Ann had wanted me to wear my white gym shorts for a reason, and while I was sure she had no idea that Penny and Garrett would be there, she didn't seem to care that I would be showing off my growing cock in front of them. And if Ann didn't care, then why should I?

I turned sideways as I was about to step down into the water, offering a profile of my entire body. That not only showed the mesh side panels of my shorts, and my bare skin underneath; it showed my cock in more definition as my shorts strained to keep it contained. 

Penny let out a little giggle, and as I got down into the water, she said, "I think Neil's as excited as you are about seeing Ann in that cute little bikini, Garrett. What do you think?"

Ann looked across the water at Penny sitting on the other side of the tub, and said, "Excuse me?"

Penny smiled and leaned forward a little. "I'm trusting that we can be honest with each other, right?"

Ann nodded. "Of course, Penny. Neil and I wouldn't have it any other way, actually."

"I was just saying that Garrett finds you REALLY attractive, that's all. And it's pretty obvious Neil feels the same way, based on that big tent pole he's sporting."

Ann smiled and said, "And just how do you know what Garrett's thinking? I didn't hear him say anything."

"I know it...because I could feel him react when he was looking at you," Penny smirked.

It was then that we noticed Penny's left hand was under the water, and her arm was moving up and down over Garrett's lap in a way that made it obvious she was doing something very personal to her husband.

Ann started to stand up, saying, "Wow...it looks like we DID interrupt your party. We'll let you two have some..."

Penny panicked a little. "NO...please don't go!"

Ann looked at me, and I just smiled and nodded, and Ann sat back down. Still, she felt compelled to ask, "Are you...sure?"

"Yes...unless I was totally wrong about the two of you."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked.

I guess since I spoke, Garrett felt the need to join the conversation, laughing as he said, "Penny seems to think you two are swingers. I told her she was wrong, but she doesn't always listen to me." 

"I listen...sometimes," she said as she turned toward him a little and smiled.

"Not when you don't want to think you're wrong."

Penny looked at me and Ann. "Am I?"

Oddly enough, Ann looked at me, and asked, "Are we?"

I laughed out loud. "You know the answer to that, babe."

Shrugging, she looked back at the happy couple across from us and said, "I guess not, Penny. Sorry."

Penny had a shocked look on her face, but she recovered quickly, saying, "Oh...don't be. I'm sorry I assumed that. I don't..."

"You were close, though," I said, offering a little grin, hoping to lighten the mood.

Garrett chuckled, "Close? How can you be close to being swingers? Are you sitting on the fence, trying to decide?"

I smiled. "No...it's nothing like that. We're not swingers. And we're not going to be. But, we do fool around a little."

"What's the difference?" Penny asked.

Ann took that question as an opportunity to tell Penny and Garrett about our relationship. It was the express version, but Ann had a way of talking to people and conveying a ton of information in a very succinct fashion. It was like a verbal edition of Cliff's Notes. She gave them all the highlights, and the pertinent details, without boring them with mundane things that didn't really matter. 

Penny and Garrett listened intently, asking questions along the way. And Ann answered all of them, even the ones that were extremely personal. That wasn't a surprise, considering that we were already talking about sex, and Ann had a thing about being frank and honest with people. But it was still hard to believe that Ann was talking about OUR sex life sometimes. 

In a way, when Ann told her stories, I kind of disassociated myself from them. It was like she was just telling something she'd heard, or she was describing the scene from a movie. Okay, an X-rated movie...but it still seemed like a movie. But then she would say something that hit me a certain way, or Penny or Garrett would ask her a question, and that would remind me it was US that she was really talking about. And that would bring me back to the moment, and I would realize just how special my life had become because of Ann. 

I could tell that Penny was getting more aroused by the moment, and while I couldn't see Ann's expression based on how she was sitting up against my body, I knew she was feeling the same way. In fact, we all were. Penny had been slowly stroking her husband's cock under the water, and mine had been fully hard since Ann had made me put my right leg up on the bench seat along the wall of the tub so she could sit between my legs with her back against the right side of my chest. That made her tight little ass press up against my shaft, pinning it against my body.

I had my arms around Ann's midsection, pulling her to me to keep her in place while we enjoyed the steamy hot water. Penny looked at us, and she leaned back onto Garrett a little, making him grab her in much the same way. The dreamy look in her eyes made it look like she was melting into the water. They were half closed, and her little smile almost made ME melt.

"So...how big are you, Neil?" Penny asked out of the blue.

Ann giggled when Garrett said, "I really wish you'd learn to say what's on your mind Penny. It's so hard to read between the lines with you."

"It's okay, I don't mind," I said with a grin. "I'm a little over 6 feet, and I weigh about 190."

Penny smirked again and said, "I was thinking more about where it counts," her eyes shifting towards the water and my crotch, not that she could see through the foam, or Ann's body. But both Ann and I knew why she was looking there.

I just shrugged and said, "I don't know about that...I've never had my IQ measured. But I don't seem to have any problems. I know my colors, and can put sentences together and stuff."

Penny snickered, and said, "I'm sorry...it's none of my business. I was just curious."

Ann said, "So am I. How did those presents we gave you work out?" Of course, she was referring to the butt plug Penny had selected when Ann offered her a choice of a sex toy from our big box of them, as well as the egg vibrator.

"I don't know...let me check," Penny said. Then she wiggled her body around a little, and said, "Hmm...still feels pretty full back there."

"You have them in right now?" Ann laughed.

"Not the vibrator...we haven't tried that yet. But I have the plug in...Garrett won't let me take it out."

"You won't?" I said, grinning at him.

"She wanted to do some things that were more daring...so I told her she needed to wear it down here. But I told her it was no big deal because it matches her outfit. Show them honey," he said with a grin.

"Are you serious?"

"Very," he said, nudging her with his shoulder.

"What's going on?" Ann asked, looking at Penny.

"Funny you should ask. It feels a little like we just had this conversation in reverse. You were just telling us how Neil has kind of been in charge this week? Well, I gave Garrett the keys to me last night."

"The keys...to...you?"

"In a way...yeah. I told him last night that I wanted to do something out of character for a soon to be 38-year-old mother. I'm a stay at home Mom, Ann. My whole life is my kids...and I love them. But sometimes, I lose me. And running the house, I feel like all I do is decide things...kind of like what you were saying about always making decisions, and wanting Neil to do that for you. I know it's not like I'm in charge of some multi million-dollar company, but..."

Garrett interrupted her, saying "Honey, I've told you before...if I had to pay you for all the things you do, and all the decisions you make every day to keep us healthy and happy...you'd make more than the guys in charge of those kinds of companies." 




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 64



Garrett was coming to her defense. Not that he needed to. I knew from experience what it was like when I was younger and my mother stayed at home. She was a housewife, but she worked her ass off, harder than a lot of the people I had seen working the production lines at my job over the years.

Penny kissed her husband on the cheek and said, "Thank you sweetie. That was nice." Turning back to us, she said, "Anyway, I told Garrett last night at dinner that I didn't want to be a mother this weekend. I want to be Penny again...and I want to do wild, crazy things. The problem was when he asked me what that meant, I couldn't think of a damn thing. It's like my mind was frozen, and all I could do was think about things in 'Mom mode'." 

"So...what happened?" Ann asked.

"We met you...that's what happened," Garrett said with a chuckle.

"What in the world does that mean?"

Penny sighed. "I was still trying to get myself to think differently. But when we met you, you were both so open, and free. It's obvious how much you love each other...but you also have this...this..."

"Vibe," Garrett chimed in.

"Yeah...you give off a vibe that...well, that's why I thought you were swingers. You're just really sexual. And I could feel it. So when we got back to the room, I looked at Garrett, and I said I wanted to feel the rest of this weekend like you must feel every day, Ann."

"Wow...I don't even know what that is," Ann laughed.

"That's because it's just how you seem to be, Ann. It's not something you do...it's who you are. And you too, Neil. I hope you both never lose that sense of fun...it's a wonderful thing to have in a marriage. Anyway...I told Garrett that, and I told him that I was serious about doing something daring, but I didn't know what. He made a comment about doing the thinking for me, and I told him I was willing if he was. It's nothing like what you've been doing, but..."

Garrett laughed and said, "...It looks like I haven't been setting the bar high enough. Now that I know what they've been doing, and I know how much this turns you on, Penny..."

Penny reared her head back a little and said, "How do YOU know it turns me on?"

"We've been married fifteen years, honey. I think I know when you're excited and when you're not. And you're excited. Now...show them," he said with a smile.

Penny turned a little red, her neck flushing. And she bit her lower lip...showing her nerves. But she looked at her husband, her wide eyes showing how excited she really was. And then she stood up...even going so far as to put her feet up on the seat so that most of her body was totally out of the water.

Penny was wearing one of those little cover-up miniskirts that come with some bikinis. The kind that you put on to hide the bikini bottom if you're going to go somewhere where it might be a little inappropriate to just wear a bikini. The little skirt was navy, just like the halter-top she was wearing, and the bottom of it came down a couple of inches past the top of her very shapely legs.

Penny was a mother; her body wasn't model perfect...yet that was what made her even more attractive. She was toned, but she had the soft curves, and the wide hips of a very HOT mom. Basically, she was a MILF before anyone knew what that was. She looked at Ann and me...and we could see the nervousness in her eyes as she waited for some kind of reaction. All I could do was smile. Well, mine was more like a shit-eating grin. 

Ann went the fashion route, saying, "I love your bikini...that mini is really hot. You've got killer legs, Penny."

"Thanks," she said as she did a little turn until she was facing the other direction away from us. She looked down at Garrett and said, "Are you sure you want me to do this?"

"Yep...look at Neil. The look on his face is all you need to answer the question you asked me this morning, honey. Go ahead...be daring like you wanted to be."

I knew almost at once that the question Penny had asked her husband was whether she still looked hot after 15 years. And yes, the look on my face told her exactly what she needed to hear in her heart. Penny looked over her shoulder, staring me in the eyes. Her gaze was sultry, and I had a little shiver run through me...one that Ann felt as she leaned up against me. Ann's hand moved behind her, grabbing my cock through my shorts as we watched Penny put her hands on Garrett's right shoulder.

"If you want to show off my ass, sweetie...you need to do it. I'm not sure I can," she said sexily.

Garrett never hesitated. He took his left hand and reached behind his wife, grabbing the bottom of her little skirt and lifting it over her bottom. At first, I thought she was wearing a thong. But then I quickly realized that as a Mom in her late 30's, she wouldn't likely buy a swimsuit ahead of time thinking about being daring. And as a woman tying to be adventurous and doing what her husband was making her do...the suit would no longer cut it as it was designed. A Mom wouldn't have a suit with a thong. It would have been a bikini bottom...and a modest one at that. As more of a, well, a slut...Penny had to improvise. So...she'd gone without the bottom of her outfit, choosing just to wear the miniskirt part. 

"That's daring," Ann giggled as we looked at Penny's fleshy white ass. It was beautiful...smooth and round, and yet it was tighter than I would have expected. Ann must have thought the same thing, because she said, "I hope I look as great as you do after I have a couple of kids, Penny."

Penny just smiled, and moved a little as she 'modeled' for us. Garrett put his right hand on her fleshy cheek, and pulled it, exposing the end of the dark blue butt plug that was buried deep inside her ass. Garrett grabbed it, pulling at it a little, making it start to come out. 

Feeling her anal ring start to stretch, Penny let out a little moan and said, "God...Garrett, don't take it out here!"

"I'm not, honey. Just making you feel it a little."

"Trust me, sweetie...I feel it." Garrett shoved it back inside her, and lowered her skirt, helping her back into the water.

I smiled at Penny and said, "That was very nice. Thanks for the show, Penny."

Penny looked at her husband and said, "I think we need to go back to the room now, Garrett."

"Really...we haven't been here THAT long," he said, his face showing his disappointment. 

"I need you to..."

Ann smiled and said "You can say it in front of us, Penny. She needs you to fuck her, Garrett."

"I knew that ten minutes ago," he said as he looked at his wife, and decided it wasn't worth upsetting her. "Okay...we can go."

"You know what...we can go," I said as I stood up. My cock was as hard as it had ever been, and it was pretty much in plain view, since my shorts were white...and now wet. But I didn't care. I was trying to do the right thing. "You two wanted to be daring...you should just do it in here. Ann and I will leave you alone so you can...we'll even guard the door if you want."

"No...please stay," Penny said, staring at my rock hard shaft.

"But..."

Penny looked up at my eyes, and my mouth shut instantly just from her stare. She looked next toward Ann, and excitedly said, "I will...if you will." It was like she was daring her, just like Tina had the night before. Penny had thrown down the gauntlet to Ann. Well, it wasn't that dramatic, but it was sort of a challenge, and when it came to Ann and challenges...she seldom took them lightly. 

"You will...if I will...what?" Ann asked, a sexy glint in her eyes as she stared back at Penny. Penny blinked...and suddenly she was unsure of what to say. Ann could see the nervousness in her eyes as she tried to come to grips with what was going on in her mind. Ann looked up at me and winked, which was a surefire sign that things were about to get really interesting. I was still standing sideways on the little seat molded into the hot tub, facing Ann. She reached up to the waistband of my shorts, as she looked back our speechless friend. "Penny...what did you have in mind?"

Penny licked her lips subconsciously, more because her lips were suddenly dry from holding her mouth open than anything else. But the way she was staring at my crotch made a different image come to mind. She heard Ann, and yet she kept staring. At least until her husband nudged her on the shoulder again.

"Penny...Ann's talking to you. Can you stop staring at Neil's cock for a minute and answer her question?"

"Oh...GOD! I'm sorry, sweetheart," Penny said, blushing as she turned her head towards her husband and buried it in his shoulder.

He kissed her on top of the head. Speaking softly, he said, "You don't need to be sorry, honey."

"I know," she said. And then she floored us by saying, "And it's not like he's any bigger than you, Garrett. I just haven't seen another one in so long...and..."

"Is that what you had in mind, Penny?" Ann said out loud, breaking up their private moment.

"Well...no. Not really," Penny answered.

"Then tell us...what did you mean? What do you want us to do?" Ann said, pulling the top of my shorts open, inching the material down ever so slowly. 

Penny's eyes locked back onto my crotch, but she simply said, "I was implying that I would do Garrett right here, if you'd be willing to do the same with Neil." Ann grinned widely, and Penny said, "But you already knew what I meant, didn't you?"

"Yes...but it's so much more fun to hear you say it. Besides, it keeps any surprises from popping up later," Ann said. Then she quickly yanked down my shorts to my knees, making my cock spring up and bob a couple of times. 

"Like THAT ONE," Penny said; her eyes practically bugging out as she looked at my hard cock for the first time.

"I thought you said Neil was the same size as Garrett," Ann asked as she took my cock into her left hand and slowly stroked it.

"He is...I think."

"You think?" Ann giggled.

"Well, I thought so before a second ago...but now..."

Ann ran her right hand over my smooth skin, lifting up my heavy, shaved balls for a second. "You do say shaving your cock and balls makes you look bigger, don't you baby?" Ann said in her sexy bedroom voice.

I shrugged and said, "Yeah...but I really don't do it because of that."

"Why do you it?" Penny asked.

Ann quickly got on her knees, turning to face me. "So I can do this...without getting any hair in my mouth!" She sucked at my balls, before running her tongue from there along the underside of my shaft, until she reached the head. Then she flicked her tongue there a couple of times, making my cock jump a little. Well, I might have flexed a muscle or two for effect, but it still moved on it's own at first. Ann looked over at our voyeuristic friends and winked at them.

With Ann holding my shaft like she was, for the first time I felt exposed. Anyone that walked through the door at that moment would have gotten an eyeful of Ann getting ready to suck me. But that only added to the thrill. Massaging my balls, Ann slipped her head over the tip of my cock, letting my shaft slide slowly all the way down her throat.

I could hear Penny and Garrett talking, but I couldn't hear what they were saying as Ann began moving her head back and forth over my prick. And I never bothered to look, keeping my eyes on Ann's as she stared up at me. I loved it when she looked at me while she sucked my cock. She made it such a personal thing; so giving and loving, and so sensual. It was sex, but it was so much more than that. Whenever Ann sucked my cock, she was offering herself to me in a way that made my heart melt for her.

Ann pulled off my cock, her lips grabbing the head so hard as she sucked it one last time, that she made a loud popping sound when it left her mouth. "Have a seat, baby...time to have some REAL fun," she said gleefully.

I climbed back into the water carefully, my shorts still around my knees as Ann moved down, sitting next to me. Her hand found my shaft, and she slowly stroked it as she looked across the hot tub. Penny was sitting in stunned silence, her mouth open slightly. Garrett was grinning like a teenager watching his first nudie scene in a movie.

"How do you DO that?" Penny said with astonished expression.

Ann shrugged and said, "Practice...it's all about breathing, and learning to relax your throat. But I spent a lot of time practicing."

"Good for you, man!" Garrett said, giving me a mental thumbs up.

"I didn't practice on Neil. He was here...and I was in California."

"Who did you...practice on?" Penny asked.

"Antonio," Ann laughed. 

"Who's Antonio?"

"I'll tell you later...it's your turn now."

"My turn...my turn to what?"

"You said you would if I would. Actually, you said it the other way around. I did...so now it's your turn."

"I wasn't talking about that! I was just talking about..."

Garrett put his hands up on the edge of the hot tube behind him, and he lifted his body out of the water, plopping his ass on the edge. His big hard cock was sticking out through the leg of his swimsuit, which was scrunched up his right leg to allow both the shaft and his balls to be exposed. Penny was right...it was pretty close to mine in both length and girth; the only difference being that his was sporting pubic hair, covering the base and shaft, as well as his pubes. It was wet and matted, so it didn't look that bad, but you had to wonder how wild it would have looked had he been dry. 

Garrett looked at his wife, who was giving him a 'what the hell do you expect me to do now' stare. But he never batted an eye. "You heard her...do what she did."

"Garrett, you know I don't..."

"I didn't ask if you liked sucking my dick, Penny. I have the keys...remember?" he said as he dangled an imaginary set in front of her, wiggling his hand back and forth like he was shaking them. He was reminding her that she'd given up control of what they were going to do together for the weekend. "Besides...you wanted to do more daring things in the bedroom, and out of bedroom for that matter. I think this is as good a place to start as any."

Penny let out a little chuckle as she turned around and got on her knees. Taking Garrett's throbbing shaft in her trembling hand, she looked at him and said, "Okay...I'll do this for a little bit. But I just want to make a couple of things clear first, okay?"

"Sure, honey," he said in a very sympathetic tone.

"Okay, first...I never said I don't like sucking you, Garrett."

"You don't have to say it, Penny. You never do it, so it kind of speaks for itself."

"True, but I never had the nerve to tell you WHY I don't do it very often. And now I think you know why," she said, nodding toward me.

"W...what are you saying?"

"Well, that would be the second thing...if you let me shave you like Neil, and keep you shaved, then I promise you'll get a LOT more head...okay?"

Now Garrett was the one who was sitting there in stunned silence, mouth slightly open as he tried to grasp what she'd just said. "You want to...shave me?"

"That's the biggest hang-up I have about it, sweetie. And you saw Ann, didn't you? I'd be a lot happier about going down there if you'd do that. And happy means more often."

Garrett looked at me, and I just gave him a little shrug and said, "What can I say...that's the biggest reason I do it. Plus, I like the way it feels, although it'll take you a little while to get used to it."

He looked at Penny. "And YOU want to shave me...do you even know how? That's a little scary, honey."

Ann smiled and said, "It's really not that hard, Penny. We can show you if you want." Now, THAT surprised me, but I tried to keep my mind focused on what was going on. I really didn't know how Ann would go about that, but I didn't care at the moment. Not the way Ann's hand was working on me beneath the surface of the bubbling water.

Garrett looked at Penny and said, "Okay...I'll do it, if you let me do the same to you."

"WHAT?" Penny said with a snort.

"Well, I'm not sure, but I'm guessing that Ann doesn't look a lot different than Neil does."

Penny's head snapped toward Ann, who smiled and said, "He's close. I'm pretty much bare...but I do have my landing strip."

"What's that?" 

"Hmm...maybe I'll show you later." 

"Uh...okay." Turning her attention back to her husband, she said, "And you want to shave ME? At least I shave my legs...how do I know you'll..."

"We can show him, too" Ann said quickly, and that made a few mouths drop open, including mine. 

But Garrett smiled and said, "Okay...do we have a deal, honey?"

I could literally see a huge shiver run though Penny's body as she glared first at Garrett, and then at Ann and me. It was so noticeable that I was surprised there wasn't a ripple in the water heading toward us. But she composed herself and said, "Okay...I'm game if you are."

"Good...so, is there anything else that you wanted to make clear?"

"Yeah...just one more. Don't expect this to be like the one that Ann just gave Neil, okay. I don't what you comparing!"

"You have my word, honey."

~*~*~*~*~*~

It was hard not to judge.

Penny had told Garrett not to compare her oral skills with the ones that Ann had used on my cock. But with that fresh in my mind, it was hard not to think about it. And in truth, they weren't really close. When it came to sucking cock, Ann was amazing. Hell, she was incredible BEFORE she learned to deepthroat me. And now that she could do that whenever she wanted, Ann was playing on a whole different level than any other woman I'd ever been with when it came to her overall ability to suck a hard cock. 

It was a fact that Ann enjoyed doing it. She loved sucking my cock, and she took pride in it. She gave herself completely to the process, almost worshiping my shaft and balls the way she swallowed me, or licked me. And she said often how she loved the feeling of my cock exploding in her mouth. She said it made her feel powerful to make me feel the pleasure she could give me, and then be rewarded with a mouthful of my cum for her efforts.

But what separated Ann from all the other women I'd had suck my cock, was her love. Not just of sucking my cock. It was the love she made me feel while she did it that made the experience transcend all the other blowjobs that I'd been lucky enough to receive. The way Ann looked at me, the way she moaned and smiled, the way she expressed herself with every part of her being, made me feel the love she had for me. She loved pleasing me that way...just like I loved it when I got to use my oral skills to bring her unimaginable pleasure. I could feel Ann's love every time she took my shaft in her mouth.

As I sat next to my beautiful bride to be, I watched Penny giving Garrett a blowjob, and I was silently comparing. And while the technique wasn't nearly as good as Ann's, not counting her inability to deepthroat a cock that thick...which wasn't going to happen, I couldn't help but be drawn to one amazing similarity between Ann and Penny.

Penny was loving ever moment of what she was doing to her husband, and for him. Garrett had made a comment about her not liking to give him blowjobs. But Penny had denied that she didn't like it, and now she was proving that in the way she was enthusiastically engulfing his thick prick. Maybe watching the way Ann had sucked me off for a little while had fueled her. Or maybe she was just trying to prove Garrett wrong. Either way, there was no denying that she not only loved what she was doing for him, she was doing it WITH love.

She had the same soft smile at the corners of her mouth that I'd seen whenever Ann had her sweet lips around my shaft. And she had the same loving gleam in her eyes as she stared up at her husband's face. Penny was glowing as she stuffed as much of Garrett's cock into her mouth that would fit. He had his hand on the back of her head, lightly holding it as she bobbed up and down.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 64



Penny sucked her husband's fat cock longer than Ann sucked mine. But eventually, she pulled off, much to Garrett's dismay.

"Honey...I was so close," he whined when Penny pulled off and slipped back into the water.

"I know, sweetheart. That's why I stopped," she said, almost singing.

"But...why?"

"Why don't you come down here next to me, and I'll show you."

The wave created from Garrett practically doing a cannonball into the hot tub hit Ann and me high on the chest, lapping up against our chins. When Penny insinuated that she'd take care of him if he climbed back into the hot tub...he couldn't get back in fast enough. Sitting next to her, she went back to stroking him beneath the surface, just like Ann was doing to me.

Penny looked over at Ann, and said, "This is what I was talking about to begin with...so this time, I'LL go first." And with that, she stood up and straddled Garrett's legs, her hand still under the water holding his cock. While we couldn't see, there was no doubt that she'd lined the head of his hard prick up with her pussy, and she was rubbing it across her slit. At least, that's what the expression of her face was telling us as she closed her eyes for a second.

She slowly lowered her body, and they both let out a little gasp as her cunt swallowed his cock. At least, we assumed it did. They way the were both acting once Penny started slowly grinding her body up and down over Garrett, if they were faking, they should have been porn actors. It was amazing how erotic it was to watch them fuck, when we really didn't see anything at all.

Ann leaned over to me and said, "Look at the love in their eyes, Neil."

"Um hmm...you can feel it to, just looking at them."

"We're going to look like that after fifteen years too baby...I promise. And we're going to be hotter!"

"It's not a contest, Ann," I laughed softly.

"No, you're right. But that doesn't mean I don't think about how much more amazing we're going to be the longer we're together. I can't wait to be married."

"Mmm...me too, babe."

Ann's hand was stroking me harder, and she finally had had enough. "I don't know if we're supposed to wait until they're done, but I'm not waiting anymore!" She stood up, and deftly moved her bikini bottom to the side, exposing her bare pussy. It was quick and graceful, but in that moment, both Penny and Garrett got a peek of Ann's slit as she opened herself up and then sank back into the water, burying my cock deep inside her pussy in one fluid motion.

And with that, we started fucking along with the McCray's. Penny and Ann were timing their strokes with each other, going up and down at the same time. It wasn't a contest, but it was a game of sorts. We were turning each other on, and Ann was upping the ante every chance she got.

We started out fucking, just like they did, Ann's body bobbing up and down in the water just like Penny's. Each of their chests would go beneath the surface for a second, and then they would appear as they pulled up off the cocks that they were riding, only to disappear again on the downstroke. Ann stopped for a second, moving her feet up on the edge of the seat to give her more leverage. She placed them right next to my thighs, on the very edge of the seat, and she told me to grab her and hold her to make sure she was stable.

My hands grabbed Ann's body, cupping her breasts through her bikini top as she started moving up and down again. The change in position kept her upper body out of the water more often than not, keeping her tits in view...showing that I was fondling them. Not to be outdone, Penny mimicked Ann's position, climbing onto Garrett the same way. It was pretty obvious she wasn't as athletic as Ann, but that didn't stop her from branching out and trying. And after a couple of minutes, with Garrett's help as he mashed her big tits in his massive hands, they were back to matching us stroke for stroke.

"God...you feel so much bigger," Penny said as she groaned. 

"Well, I'm sure a lot of that has to do with that plug in your ass," he grinned.

"I do feel stuffed...but just having my legs like this...I never would have thought to even try this. Oh my GOD this feels good!"

It felt good to Ann and me too...so much so that I knew she was nearing an orgasm. She leaned back against me, her head next to mine, and she said, "Pinch my nipples, baby...pull on them."

When I did, Ann let out a little squeal, but that wasn't enough for her. I was pinching them though the wet material of her top, and that wasn't what she wanted. She wanted to feel my hands on her flesh. And apparently, our friend's eyes as well. Ann's hands found mine, and she moved them down for a moment while she pulled the front of her top down and to the outsides, uncovering her breasts. The wet pink material pushed her tits together, and kind of lifted them like a push up bra would. When she'd finished, she put her hands behind her head and mine, gripping my neck she started bouncing up and down harder to make those amazing, perky tits jiggle as she fucked.

Penny's big tits were exposed seconds later...not by Penny, but by Garrett. But Penny didn't complain. She just grinned and fucked harder, trying to make hers bounce too. And they did, much more than Ann's smaller ones were jiggling. Not that I cared...I loved Ann's tits, and I knew from Ann's reaction that she finally got that. My hands clung to hers as I kissed her neck, biting her skin a little, nibbling at it.

"Do it again, Neil...pinch my nipples...pleeeeease," Ann hissed, her moan low and sexy. 

My hands grabbed her wet nipples, and I had to squeeze them tight just to grab hold. When I did, I pulled them out from Ann's chest, pulling her tits along with them. Ann trembled, and when I added a quick twist to both of my wrists, she started to shake.

Ann threw her head back and groaned. 

"UUUNNNNNHHHHHHHHH!" she growled with her mouth closed as she tried to hold her scream inside as much as possible. 

I loved it when Ann couldn't emote like she wanted during an orgasm. It not only made them more intense for her, the way her pussy walls gripped my cock was different...more powerful in a way. When Ann came, she shoved her body down over my shaft, and held herself still. My cock was throbbing inside her, but since she's stopped moving, my own orgasm was still a ways away. And it looked like it was going to stay that way...not that I minded. I knew that only meant that Ann had something else in mind.

Ann sat on my lap, my shaft still buried inside her tight cunt, as we watched Penny and Garrett finish. And they both finished with a flourish. Penny sounded so cute when she came, making little squeaks and moans, all barely audible. It occurred to me that she was very used to coming quietly, in no small part due to her being a mother. Of course, maybe she came that way all the time, but for me it seemed like she was fighting to hold back the raging passion that she was feeling inside.

Garrett was yanking on Penny's nipples, just as hard and aggressive as I'd done to Ann. And it seemed to have an effect on him as much as it did his wife when she started cumming. He started humping up into her, lifting her up so hard on one stroke that her feet slipped off the edge of the seat, impaling her on his cock as he grunted. His chest heaved, and a loud animalistic groan came from deep within it. Seconds later, he announced his orgasm, and Penny begged him quietly to fill her pussy with his load.

As they both caught their breath from the exertion and the excitement of what they'd just done, Ann lifted off of me and put her suit back in place. Then she had me stand up, and she pulled my shorts up for me. 

"Aren't you going to help him...cum?" Penny asked.

"Of course...but we still have the rest of the afternoon before we head home," Ann smiled.

~*~*~*~*~*~

"Were you serious," Penny asked as the four of us rode up the elevator together, wrapped in wet towels to make us look a little more presentable since there were a lot more people up and wandering around the hotel then there had been when we'd gone down to the pool.

"About what?" Ann said, her voice practically singing as she held on to my waist with her right arm; my left draped over her shoulder.

"Never mind," Penny answered, her voice shaking. She seemed almost embarrassed, which was so odd, since both she and Garrett had been in such a jovial mood after they'd fucked in front of us. 

I had worried initially that there would be some regrets on their part. It was a recurring fear I'd had ever so often. Well, every time I'd done something outrageous sexually with another party. I'd started having those feelings of uneasiness on the trip Tina and I took out East. And it happened again from time to time when Ann and I'd been involved in some sexual encounter where another person or party might have second thoughts after we'd finished. 

But Penny and Garrett had both seemed cool with everything. In a way, the both actually seemed grateful to Ann and I, and what we'd shared with them. But Penny's sudden change in demeanor gave me pause, and that little alarm in the back of my brain started giving off a warning signal. Up to that point, all the times I'd heard that warning go off proved to be a false alarm. But there could always be a first time. And my brain was thinking that it would be just our luck that the first time we finally encountered a suddenly remorseful couple, it would be when we were trapped with them in an elevator. 

As the elevator opened, we all stepped out onto our floor, and Penny started to say goodbye. Ann reached out and touched her on her forearm, running her hand down to Penny's hand, holding it. "Where are you going?" she smiled.

"To...our room," Penny answered.

"Well, we can do it there if you want, but I think it'll be easier if you just come to our room instead. That is...if you don't mind."

Garrett's eyebrow arched. "Do what?"

"You wanted us to show you how to shave."

Penny's eyes lit up, and she jumped a little in the air. "You WERE serious!"

"Of course, Penny. We told you we would...we're honored to be able to help you. Come on, it'll be fun!"

I snickered when Garrett said, "Penny...YOU can't be serious. We're not really going to..."

Penny turned quickly, her brow narrowing. She wasn't angry, but she was letting Garrett know that she was serious. "Do you want more blowjobs, or not?" she said very matter of factly. 

"Well...more, obviously. But..."

"No 'buts' sweetie. If you want me to suck you more, then we're doing this...right now," she said, taking him by the hand and pulling him towards the north end of the hallway, instead of the south where their room was.

Ann giggled as she took my hand, and I shook my head, wondering what exactly she had in mind. She knew where I had drawn the line when it came to being with other couples, but she also knew that before we would get to that line, there was some leeway. And frankly, at that moment, I was open to seeing what Ann was thinking.

As soon as we entered the room, Ann took off the towel covering hot little body, and she threw it on the floor next to the bed. Then reached for mine, and did the same with it, leaving us standing there in our swimsuits. Well, she was in her bikini, and I was in my shorts, my cock still half-hard from not having an orgasm, and now wondering how long I was going to have to wait for that to happen. Penny and Garrett stood by the door, just kind of waiting around. 

"Make yourselves at home...I just need to talk to Neil for a minute," Ann said, taking me into the huge bathroom and closing the door behind us.

I grinned and said, "What are you up to, Anna?"

"Hmm...am I still Anna, or am I Ann?"

"You're not on your parent's doorstep yet, so you're Anna...which means I'm still in control of you. What are you up to?" 

"Any chance we can both be in control for the next hour or so?" she smiled.

"We'll see...tell me what's going on in that naughty little mind of yours."

"Nothing," she said, bowing her head while looking at me like she was a shy schoolgirl.

I reached over and cupped her pussy, pulling her to me in one quick, strong motion. Her eyes got wide, and she started to squeal, but I covered her mouth with mine and shoved my tongue down her throat. Ann wrapped her arms around me and ground her mound into my hand, making my finger dig into the soft material of her bikini bottom, pressing it into her slit.

As our lips parted, Ann was breathless, her eyes half open as I continued to play with her pussy through her bikini. "Now are you going to tell me?" I asked.

"Mmm...okay. I want to go ahead and shave Penny and Garrett. Do you mind?"

"Ann, I knew you wanted to do that when you told them to come to our room. That's nothing new. What do you REALLY want to do?"

"Are you sure you don't mind?" 

"How will I know if you don't tell me what it is?" I laughed.

"Oh...yeah," she said smacking herself on the head lightly with her hand. "Well...I was hoping you'd let me shave Garrett, and I want you to shave Penny."

I looked at the way Ann was looking at me, biting her lower lip, her eyes filled with the very hope she described. "I already knew that too. And I'm okay with that...so, what after that?"

"That's it really...I didn't know how you'd feel about me shaving Garrett."

"A lot better than I would feel if I'D do it," I laughed. "But...don't you think there should be a little more to it than that?"

"Well...based on how I shaved you and how you shave yourself...you know I'm going to have to get Garrett hard to do it, right?"

"I think he'll get hard just from the thought of you doing it Ann. He's probably hard right now."

"True...but there's always a chance he may go soft when I start to use the razor. He won't be used to that. Anyway, he needs to be hard, and I may have to keep him that way. And of course, I bet you'll be making Penny wet when you do her...with your amazing hands so close to her pussy. So...that's part of the thrill of this."

"Don't you think we could give them a better thrill than that?"

"What are you saying, baby?" she said with a grin.

"Well, I just think if we're going to be good hosts, we shouldn't just get them all turned on and then leave them that way, that's all."

"They have each other...and a room down at the other end of the hall, Neil. I'm pretty sure they can find a way to take care of that."

"Well...where's the fun in THAT?" I asked.

"Ha...okay. What do you have in mind to help them out? Do you want me to jack Garrett off?" I looked at Ann, her body telling me what I wanted to know...she was telling me she was willing, even if she didn't know what I had in mind. Finally, she said, "You're in charge, Neil. I can only do what you tell me I can do." 

"Don't play coy, Anna...are you okay with doing more than just shaving them."

"Neil, I want to do whatever you'll let me do. Actually I really want to do whatever you TELL me to do...and I want you to tell me in front of them."

"If that's what you wanted all along, why did you ask if you could be in charge with me for a little while?"

"Because, I know what I want in my mind, baby...but I also don't want to piss you off. I've loved everything you've done on this trip, and I want it to end the way YOU want it to end. So what I want really shouldn't matter. But at the same time, I guess I'm telling you that I'm open to anything."

"Well, for the record, you're not fucking Garrett," I said.

Ann's ire got up a little. She took a deep breath and said, "I don't want to fuck him, Neil. I understand how you feel about that, and I feel the same...exact...way. So when I say I'm open to anything, we both know that's never going to be an option, okay."

"Babe...don't get upset. I just don't want you worried that I might ask you to do that."

"I know you wouldn't. And you need to know that I'll never ask, because I don't want anyone but you. So...for the record, I never want to fuck any other guy besides you...ever. So, let's not bring that up anymore," she said, giving me a quick kiss.

I smiled and said, "Okay babe. So, are you up for this, or should we just tell them we can't do this."

"They're already here, Neil. And I already insinuated we would. We're not going to go back on our word now."

"Then let's do this babe," I nodded.

Ann's smile nearly blinded me, and she jumped into my arms. "This is going to me SO much fun! I want them to remember this Anniversary for the rest of their lives."

"Me too! And speaking of that...there's just one more thing!" I said with a wink. 

~*~*~*~*~*~

Ann and I walked out of the bathroom about 5 minutes after we'd gone in, and we came out with our tools of the trade in hand. We each had a ladies razor and some shaving cream. Along with that, we each had a couple of hand towels, one of them soaked in very hot water and rung out. And we both had a glass of water to use to rinse the blades. I also had my toiletry kit in my hand as we walked past Garrett, who was still standing in the little foyer of the room, looking suddenly nervous.

Looking into the bedroom, we didn't see Penny anywhere. Ann turned around and looked back at Garrett. "Where's your wife?" 

"She went back to our room to...clean up a little," he said sheepishly. 

"Clean up?" 

"Yeah. She made me stay behind so you'd know we didn't just leave, since we didn't know how long you'd be in the bathroom."

"What did she need to clean? We were just in the hot tub."

"Uh...yeah. You know...we just...well, I just..." Garrett was struggling with his words, unsure of how to say what he wanted to say.

Ann smiled, clueing in, and she said, "Garrett, I'm a big girl. Just tell me. You're not going to embarrass me."

Garrett flashed a shy grin. "I...I'm not used to being this blunt, Ann. But if you insist, Penny didn't want you doing what you're going to do, with her...pussy...full of cum."

"Oh...okay. Well that's understandable. Now was that so hard to say, really?"

"Well, no. It's not hard to say it...but it's a little out of character for me to say it, at least in front of strangers."

Just then, Penny walked into the room, Garrett having left the door open a crack so she wouldn't have to knock. Ann smiled, and gave a little wave to Penny...but she didn't miss a beat. "We're not strangers any more Garrett...we're friends."

"We're your friends," Penny said with a shocked look on her face.

"If you weren't, would you really be in here. I think you have to feel that way if you're going to do this, don't you?"

I laughed and said "To be fair, Ann makes friends like chickens make eggs."

Ann slugged me on the shoulder playfully, almost spilling the glass of warm water that was in her hand on me. "Stop, Neil! I'm serious. Don't you feel like they're our friends?"

I kissed Ann on the forehead tenderly. "Yes babe, I'm sorry. You know I was just teasing."

Ann smiled at Penny and Garrett. "See...we're friends. Now wait here...we'll be back in a second."

Ann and I walked around the corner to the bed, and got things set up, Ann humming as we worked. We both got down on our knees, putting the things we were carrying on the floor, all neatly laid out like they were surgical implements and we were preparing to operate. Ann got up and looked at me, mouthing, "Ready?" under her breath so they wouldn't hear her. I just nodded, and smiled as I got up to join her. We shared a quick kiss, and she whispered, "Let's have some fun, baby."

Walking back, Ann stood at the end of the carpet, her feet on the ceramic tile where the little hallway started. I moved to her side, ready to get things started. Actually, Ann had started it when she suggested we'd teach them to shave in the heat of the moment when we were all in the hot tub together. 




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 65



The room was a mess. The rose petals weren't just on the bed any longer; they seemed to be everywhere. Besides the remnants of the food in our room from the night before, there was now also a large tray on the desk, filled with dirty plates and dishes from our midday breakfast in bed. Most of our suitcases were open, and they looked ransacked, evidence that we really didn't care what they looked like now that we were at the end of our trip. It was like Ann and I had been there for over a month...not less than a day.

Our clothes from the night before were strewn about the floor, and on various pieces of furniture. Ann's bikini was in a wet pile along with the shorts I'd worn in the hot tub; lying on the tile hallway entering the room. The wet towels we used to wrap around ourselves at the hot tub were lying on the floor next to the bed. Still next to the bed were the various shaving supplies we'd brought out of the bathroom to use on our new friends, Penny and Garrett. We'd never bothered to put them away. Instead, Ann and I put our collective energy into spending as much of the rest of the day we had together in bed.

And then there was that bed. The sheet, blanket and comforter were pulled off, making a huge pile at the foot of the bed. The fitted sheet was half off, wrinkled, and wet in more than one place...several, actually. On the nightstand next to the bed, was the big box of sexual gifts Ann had gotten at the party...but it was half empty. There was a pile of packages on the floor next to that nightstand, opened and discarded after taking the contents out. The items we'd gotten out of them were strewn about the mattress in various places, and most of them had been used in some way. A couple of them were very well used.

Ann and I were lounging on the huge bed, the room filled with the light of the fading sun. She was in my arms. Or I was in hers. It really depended on your point of view, I suppose, but we were clinging to each other like we were desperate...not wanting to let each other go. And that's probably what it was. We didn't want our trip to end.

"This has been such an amazing week," Ann said as she kissed my chest, licking around my right nipple.

I squeezed her bare ass, kneading her cheeks hard with my fingers. "Yeah...it has. I'll remember this vacation the rest of my life. I doubt I'll ever be able to top it."

Ann looked up into my eyes and said, "You won't...but we will, baby. We're going to have a lifetime of vacations together."

"Sure, but you have to admit, Ann. This one has been pretty spectacular."

"Yes it has...but I honestly think our next vacation will be even better," Ann said confidently.

"Wow, you seem pretty sure about that. I love your enthusiasm."

"Why shouldn't I be sure about it? I'm pretty sure our next one is going to be our honeymoon!"

~*~*~*~*~*~

It was hard to argue Ann's logic about our next real vacation being our honeymoon. We'd be getting married in a couple of months, and I'd be starting a new job. And once we got settled in our new town, wherever we decided to live, Ann would be getting a job as well...although neither one of us knew what that would be. With all of that, the overriding fact remained that I was going to have to work a while before we could actually take a real, bona fide honeymoon. 

Sure, we'd get some time together after the wedding, but it really wasn't going to be a honeymoon. We'd be moving Ann, and all of our things, to West Virginia. I'm sure we could make some kind of adventure out of it, but it wasn't really going to be a vacation. In fact, the trip from Indiana to West Virginia after the wedding would involve each of us driving our own cars...at least, that's how I envisioned it. Maybe I'd be able to fly back for the wedding, but I was sure we'd have other, more pressing needs for the money. Decorating and furnishing a house we hoped to be able to buy being one of them.

When I thought about the trip I'd made with Tina to get that job, and how amazing it was, I never would have dreamed I would have had a better adventure than that one. That is, until the week I'd just spent with Ann, culminating in the incredible day we'd just shared at the hotel 30 minutes or so north of our hometown. If the long weekend trip I'd shared with Tina could be topped just a few months later by this one with Ann, it wasn't so hard to believe that our eventual honeymoon would be even better that what we'd just done. In fact, now that it was brought up in conversation, I was pretty confident that Ann would somehow make sure that it was.

Ann was playing with my hair, her fingers running through it, grazing my scalp as we held each other on the huge mattress. We were just lounging, trying to avoid the inevitable, which was having to pack up and drive home. In fact, we'd been fighting time all day long, and we'd been pretty successful at pushing back our thoughts of what was to come later that night. 

After Penny and Garrett left, Ann and I called down for the breakfast in bed that I'd first thought about the night before. And it was a feast. We ordered so much food it reminded me of the breakfast spread Ann's Aunt Helen made for us in California. It wasn't home cooked, but it was still delicious. And it gave us what we needed, which was energy. That is, after we took a little catnap in each other's arms for about a half hour. 

We woke up, and made love. It was sweet, and loving, and affectionate. And it made my heart warm. Ann was so tender and attentive; our hearts connecting in ways that made me feel more loved than I ever had.

But the best part of that lovemaking session that lasted almost an hour came after. It was after the extended foreplay, which took up over half of that hour; after the steady crescendo of passion and heat as we tested our stamina and our strength, and after finishing with the perfect climax of simultaneous orgasms that always proved harder to accomplish than one might think. After that, came what I considered the greatest way to follow up that touching, emotional roller coaster ride of passion.

After all of that...we played.

We were resting again, spooning together as Ann and I slowly recovered. We hadn't been all out fucking, but had expended a lot of energy, and we were both breathing deep, letting our bodies re-energize. I was holding onto her, and we were both looking straight ahead. I wasn't really focusing on anything other than Ann's rising chest as she breathed in time with me. I loved it whenever we did that together; it always made me feel closer. 

But Ann's gaze must have been transfixed. She wasn't saying anything...neither of us did for the longest time. But while my mind was kind of in a tranquil mode, Ann's was spinning. So much so that she seemed a little restless after a while, and I knew something was on her mind.

"What are you thinking about, babe?"

"Hmm...I'm thinking about that box over there," she said, referring to the huge box of sexual goodies from the bachelorette party.

"Yeah...what about it?"

Ann turned her head to look at me over her bare, sexy shoulder. "I'm wondering kind of fun we could have with it."

"So you really DO have plans for it. I thought you just brought it up to the room because you wanted to wear one of the outfits."

"I don't have plans, Neil. I knew I wanted to wear that outfit last night, and it was in the bottom of the box."

"Mmm...and you looked great in that, by the way," I said, kissing her neck.

"Thanks baby." 

Ann let the subject of the box drop, but now I was staring at it. I couldn't help it. It was like the elephant in the room...it was there, and now that it was on both of our minds, it was too huge to ignore. After staring at it for what seemed like an eternity, I finally got up, as hard as it was to leave my spot next to Ann's sexy body. 

"Where are you going?" 

I walked over to the box, lying on top of one of my suitcases, and picked it up. "I'm getting our toy box," I said with a grin.

And so, we played with our toys. Not all of them, mind you...we'd already established that neither one of us was in the mood for anything that related to bondage. We had both enjoyed what we'd done a couple of nights before, and we both knew we'd do it again someday. 

But Ann said it best when she said it was like an itch that needed scratched...neither one of us was feeling the itch to do it at the moment. And that's what it would have taken for us to delve into that again. So, the items that seemed to lean toward that kind of fantasy were set aside, and we explored what else we had at our disposal in our little sexual arsenal.

I think my favorite was the little remote controlled vibrator that Ann had bought herself...the exact replica of the one that she'd given to Penny the night before. I loved being able to have Ann lie there with it inside her, the little wire connecting it to my remote, and being able turn the little knob to change the speed and intensity of the vibrations. 

"This might be fun sometime when you're tied up," I said with a laugh. 

"Oh my God...that's sounds like torture," she said as I backed off the speed a little, preventing her orgasm again.

"That's kind of the point. HEY...maybe there's a way to do it when we're out on the town, too."

"Oh...FUCK!" Ann said as I cranked it up, bringing her closer again.

And that was one of dozens of vibrators, dildos, and other things I used on her. And it wasn't like what we were doing was a one way street...there were some things in the box that Ann used on me, including a vibrator that she placed against my balls and shaft that had me so close to spurting in the air that I my hips couldn't stop flinching.

"Hmm...I may have to do that to you when YOU'RE tied up," she said, teasing me.

It was just innocent flirting, and playful talk. But those were the first little pieces of kindling on the pile. A pile we were going to start building that would eventually lead to the raging fire we'd feel the need to set the next time we WERE in the mood to do something along the lines of bondage. It was innocent, and it was fun to think about and talk about...but it wasn't going to lead to anything at the moment. Later...down the line? That was another thing entirely.

Instead, we continued to play. And tease. Ann was on her hands and knees, her back bent low as her tits rested against the mattress. I was behind her, using a big vibrator on her clit while I ground a medium sized dildo slowly in and out of her wet pussy. A trail was running from that dripping cunt, flowing down both of Ann's thighs, towards her knees. Her body started to shake again, and I didn't stop. I hadn't stopped...not since I started this latest toy trial.

After Ann came for the second time in a little over five minutes, she collapsed, screaming as she tried to catch her breath. That's when she begged me to finally fuck her. And I did, climbing onto her just like she was with her body flat on the mattress, her ass sticking up ever so slightly. I put my knees against the outside of her thighs, pressing her legs together, and when I slipped my cock into that very wet hole, I'd never felt anything so tight in my life.

It was a hard, aggressive fuck. My hands were in the middle of Ann's back, pressing her down as I abused her body. But it was the kind of abuse she lived for. She was panting and muttering things, all the while urging me to go faster, and harder, and deeper...cumming as I pounded my fleshy rod into her hot pussy. She was pinned beneath me, and I thought all she could really do was lie there and take what I was doing to her. But she still found a way to touch me, by lifting her legs at the knees and pressing her feet onto my back, kind of pushing me a little as she coaxed me to cum for her. And as odd as it sounds, that little touch had me cumming in seconds, filling her with my warm sperm.

Than time, I collapsed, falling onto her back. I pulled her with me as we rolled onto her sides, breathing as hard as we'd just fucked. And while I'm not sure, it couldn't have been much later that I fell asleep again with Ann in my arms.

And that's how I woke up, with Ann still nestled in my embrace. Only at some point, Ann had turned over, and was facing me. We kissed, and we touched...and then we talked...not wanting the last day of our adventure to end. We were trying to avoid going home. But we knew we had to. Just looking around at the room, we both realized it was going to take a long time just to pack everything back up. I was resigned to our fate, and I finally sat up in bed.

"We better get going, Ann. I'm sure at some point our folks are going to start to get worried."

"I know, Neil...but it's so tempting to stay with you like this forever."

"I feel the same way, babe."

Ann reached up and grabbed my shoulder, pulling me back down to my elbow. Looking up at me with her beautiful brown eyes, she said, "Then what do you say, lover. One more quickie before we hit the road?"

~*~*~*~*~*~

I'm not sure it counted as a quickie. But it was quick, in that we were multitasking; trying to utilize the time we had left the most efficient way possible. Ann wanted one last little dance, so to speak, and I was happy to oblige her. The only question was whether I might be able to get my cock to get hard one last time. Actually, Ann would see to that, so the real question was whether there was any cum left in my balls. But I was willing to give it a try, whether there was or not.

So, our quickie took place in the shower, with Ann's back against the wall and her left leg help up by my right hand, just underneath her knee. And in reality, I at least held up my end of the bargain. I fucked Ann, and she had another amazing orgasm, her passion reverberating off the walls of the bathroom. But I was having trouble. I'd already cum three times, and even though I'd slept a couple of times, with all the times I'd had sex over the length of the trip, I was pretty well spent. 

Ann understood, even though she tried to find a way to coax just one more load out of me. But it was one of those situations where we knew it wasn't to be, because we were finally rushed for time. If we'd had another couple of hours, I'm sure it would have happened. I said as much, telling Ann that as hard as I was, I could cum, but it was going to take a while. She felt a little guilty for wanting one last fuck before out trip was over...because she was the only one that got off. But I assured her that it was okay...I loved fucking her, and cumming at the end wasn't as important as her cumming for me. That made me happy.

"Are you sure?" Ann said, her own voice unsure.

I stood there, washing her breasts, the suds flowing down her sexy body. "Yes, babe...I love it that I was able to make you cum again. That makes it perfect for me."

"And to think when we first got together, I wondered if you would be selfish in bed," she said, putting her head on my shoulder as she hugged, the water raining down over the two of us.

"Did you really believe that?" I said with a little chuckle.

"Deep down, I didn't think it was possible...you were my dream. But when I came back to Indiana the last time, I thought ALL guys were selfish in bed, Neil. I was so jaded."

"Aw...I'm sorry," I said, kissing her on the top of the head.

"Don't be. I'm sorry for lumping you in with all those guys I dated before. I'm SO happy, Neil. And I'm going to spend the rest of my life making sure you cum as many times as you want to."

"Hmm...I wish we had more time right now."

"I'll make it up to you baby...I promise," she said, kissing me deeply. 

And as much as I wanted to follow up on that promise at that moment, it was getting late and we had a lot of work to do to get our stuff together. We got out and dried off, and we quickly got dressed. I put on jeans and a grey T-shirt, and Ann decided to wear the same thing, only her shirt was white. Ann said she didn't want to dress too outrageous her first time back at her parent's house.

And that might have been a good idea, except she made a point to make sure I knew she wasn't wearing anything under those ridiculously tight jeans...and her T-shirt was showing the outline of her brown areolas...as well as her hard nipples.

I ran downstairs and got one of the luggage carts, while Ann started packing up our clothes. We weren't really worried about anything but getting them in the suitcases. I knew I had other things to wear at my parent's house, and Ann's one suitcase was still pretty organized, so she'd have things for the next day too. So, she was just putting things inside haphazardly to get us on the road sooner.

When I returned, she pretty much had our bags packed, and I put the ones that were done on the cart, waiting for her to finish with her last one. She had it lying on the bed, and she was just standing there, staring at it.

"Everything okay?" I asked.

"Yeah...just trying to figure out what to do with all of this. I really don't want all of it at the house. Not that Mom will go rummaging around in my stuff, but you never know."

Ann was looking at all of the sex toys scattered about the bed, not to mention the ones that were still in the box.

"I don't think it's that big of a deal, Ann. You're getting along better with her...I'm sure she'd understand. Just tell her they were gifts at a gag party."

"They're all out of the box, baby. And it's not like we were careful opening the boxes...half of them were ripped."

"Well, that's you're fault. You weren't being very patient," I laughed.

Ann smiled. "Yeah...it was a little like Christmas morning."

"Really...you get a lot of vibrators for Christmas, do ya?"

Ann smacked me on the arm playfully and said, "You know what I mean!"

"Well, we'll figure something out. Take the ones you want with you, and I'll get something for the rest for now."

I grabbed a plastic bag out of a drawer that the hotel had for people to put their dirty laundry in, and Ann started to fill it. But she'd also placed some selected items off the bed into her suitcase. When she put the sixth or seventh one in with her clothes, I started laughing. 

"What?" she said with a smirk.

"Nothing...I just thought you were worried about you're Mom finding them, and yet you keep putting more and more in your suitcase. Not to mention all of the Antonio dildos you said you have stockpiled. What is THAT all about?"

Ann sighed and said, "Well, first of all, you're going to be gone for a while, so these might come in handy when I'm all alone and horny, and thinking about you! And I didn't tell you about all the dildos because I didn't want you to think I was obsessed about them."

"That doesn't explain why you have all of them."

She grinned and said, "Missy gave me a dozen and a half of them for making it the top seller in her store. Do you remember the testimony that I did for it?"

"Yeah...the handwritten one, next to the display?"

"Uh huh. That was her idea. And that was the first one she'd ever done. And her boss loved the idea. It ended up working so well, they ended up doing those testimonials all over the store. And that got Missy a raise. So she gave them to me as kind of a reward for that."

"Why? Why wouldn't she give you something else from the store, instead? You already had four of them, didn't you?"

"Yeah. And I kind of wondered the same thing at the time...but they were a gift, and I didn't feel right complaining about it."

"So, why do you THINK she gave them to you?"

"I know why now. The night of the party, she told me that she wanted to give me something from the store, but she didn't want to give me anything that someone else might get me as a gift for the bachelorette party...or bridal shower...whatever that was. She knew no one else would give me a dildo that I already endorsed. And she said she gave me so many of them, because she knows how I am."




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 65



"What does THAT mean?"

"Oh...she was just talking about my habit of giving things that I love to other people. She wanted me to be able to do that, and not end up being without one."

"What do you mean...you like to give things away?"

Ann took my hand, and said, "Its just part of who I am, Neil. When I have something, and it's brought me a lot of happiness and joy, sometimes...not all the time...but sometimes, I love to give that happiness to a friend that I know needs it more than I do." 

"Wow...like what?"

"Well, with Missy, it was a necklace."

"What kind of necklace?"

Ann sighed a little, her face twisted in anguish, saying, "Look...just don't lecture me, okay? And for God's sake, don't EVER mention this to my Mother."

"Oooookaaay," I said, worried that I'd accidentally touched on a sensitive subject.

"It was a family heirloom. It was my Great Great Grandmother's necklace...and I gave it to Missy."

"Well, I'm not sure why you'd think I'd lecture you. I'm sure you had a reason...what is it?"

"The necklace had a lot of turquoise in it...and I wore it more because it looked good with some of my outfits than because it was a family thing. The first time Missy saw me wearing it, she kind of freaked out a little."

"Freaked out...why?" 

"Oh...it was in a good way. Missy's half Navajo...her mother is a full-blooded Native American. And I guess my Great Great Grandmother was too. Now, I don't pretend to understand the significance, even now...but there was something about that necklace that was really important to Missy's heritage. It was some kind of personal thing that had to do with her Mom...and her childhood. And she asked me where I got it."

"Wow...that IS a little freaky," I said.

"And that's why she freaked out. She ended up telling me a story about it...the history of the setting, and what certain parts of the inscriptions that were on it meant. She knew all kinds of things that had her literally shaking as she explained them to me. And it was pretty obvious that it meant a lot to her...so..."

"So, you gave it to her," I smiled.

"Well, not then. I had to think about it...you know...the repercussions. It's not like every time I do something like that it's just on a whim...although that happens a lot of the time. But, I thought about this one, and the fact was, it was always going to mean more to Missy than it was ever going to mean to me. I'd had it for 10 years, and I never bothered to find out anything about it...and the truth was, I'd only worn it a couple of times. But Missy knew everything about it the second she saw it. So I ended up giving it to her for her birthday."

"Wow Ann...that is so incredible. And don't think I'm lecturing, because I'm not...but do you regret it?"

"No...not at all. If you would have seen the smile on her face, and the tears of joy, you'd know like I knew the second I gave it to her...I did the right thing." 

"And you're worried you're Mom is going to be upset that you didn't keep it in the family...right?"

"Yeah...because in my mind, I DID keep it in the family."

"How do you figure that?"

"It's just another one of the things my Mom and I never saw eye to eye on when I lived in California," Ann said. And then her eyes grew wide, and she got this surprised look on her face as she exclaimed, "WOW!"

"Wow...what?" 

"I just said I 'lived' in California...I think that's the first time I said that out loud. I mean, I know it...and I've thought it. But saying it like that...wow," she said shaking her head. 

I took Ann into my arms, and hugged her. "I know...it had to be hard to leave your friends behind."

"That's just it, Neil. I know I had Uncle Marty and Aunt Helen out there...but after that first year, I didn't see them all that much. Holiday's mostly. But there were some Holiday's when I didn't go see them, and my Mom used to really get angry with me about that. She said I should make my family more of a priority. What she never got, and still doesn't, really, is that my friends ARE my family. That's how I treat them, because that's how I think of them. And I'm always going to be that way. When I gave that necklace to Missy, it was because she's part of my family."

"There's nothing wrong with that, Ann," I said as I held her.

"I hope you mean that...because I have a feeling our phone bill is going to be one of our highest bills. I'm not losing touch with the people I love. And I can see me talking a lot on those nights you're working those odd shifts and I'm home alone."

"You can talk all you want...we'll figure out how to pay for it when the time comes," I smiled.

~*~*~*~*~*~

We were about halfway to the little town we'd both called home at one time or another. And Ann let out a little sigh as we got closer and closer to our final destination. 

"You okay, babe?" I asked.

"Yeah...you," she said, trying to perk herself up as she sat up straight in her seat.

"Tell the truth...what's wrong?"

"Nothing. I'm still thinking about not living in California anymore. Just hard to believe I'm back here. This is going to be an interesting couple of months."

"It won't be that bad, Ann."

"Easy for you to say...you're leaving in a couple of weeks and getting away from here. I'll be stuck in that drab little town again, living with my parents. I know things are better between me and my Mom now...but there are still a lot of ugly memories there."

"There are some really good ones, too."

"You can't be serious, Neil. Nothing good every happened to me in that town," she said, her mind stuck back to that last time she actually lived there.

"Well...something wonderful happened to me there...I met you," I said as I looked at her.

"Oh my GOD! I'm sorry, Neil. I was just..."

I laughed and said, "It's okay, Ann. I knew what you meant. And 4 months ago, I would have said the same kinds of things. There was nothing about living there that I found particularly endearing at all. All it brought to my mind were bad memories for me too. But when I think about it now, it's the place where my life with you began...and that's such a happy memory, all the others seem to fade away."

Ann put her hand over to mine, holding it. "You're right, baby. That IS a good memory."

"Look, I know that doesn't make up for me having to leave you behind here for a while. But you'll be planning a wedding, so I hope that helps," I smiled.

"HOLY SHIT! I almost FORGOT about that! I've got a WEDDING to plan!"

"See...it's going to go by faster than you think. We're going to have a busy couple of months. I know it's going to suck being apart again, but I think we can figure it out."

"You know...I don't want to think about that right now," she said candidly as she shook her head, like she was getting cobwebs out of it. "I'd rather talk about something happier."

"Okay...what do you have in mind? Want to talk about the wedding, since I just brought it up?"

"You know, that's a pretty big subject. I don't want to start talking about that and have to stop...we're not that far from home. Let's do that this week sometime, when we have more time."

"Okay, so what do you want to talk about now?"

"I think I want finish this trip talking about what I've been thinking about ever since you came down the escalator at the airport and walked into my arms."

"Yeah, what's that?"

"Anything that's about sex, baby," she said with a giggle.

"Oh...so you want to talk about you? Because YOU...are sexy," I winked.

"Aw...thanks baby," she smiled. "Actually, if you're asking...I was wondering, what do you think Penny and Garrett are doing right now?"

"Probably the same thing they were doing just before they left our room," I laughed.

~*~*~*~*~*~

And what Penny and Garrett had been doing in our room...was fucking each other. 

After Garrett came from Ann's blowjob, and I finished fucking Ann, Ann had commented about how good my cum tasted to her. That led to a brief discussion about how Penny had never tasted cum before. And from there, Ann sort of set the stage for her doing it for the very first time, by mentioning to Garrett that he was still calling the shots when it came to what Penny would do sexually during their weekend together.

Penny was hesitant at first, but some gentle persuading by Ann gave her a boost of confidence. It seemed like Penny could tell that Ann was being not only honest, but enthusiastic in her feelings about tasting cum, and that seemed to sway Penny. So, she leaned over her husband's flaccid cock, and started seductively licking up the remnants of the big load he shot all over his freshly shaved pubic mound. 

The moment Penny took a big glob off of Garrett's lower stomach and held it on her tongue for him to see, making a low moan as she did, Garrett's cock moved. When she swallowed it and told Ann it was just a delicious as Ann had told her, and she was now kicking herself for not having the guts to taste it years before, his cock twitched as it started to come to life, growing before our collective eyes. And when Ann said that it tastes even better when you get it fresh from a cock exploding in your mouth, and Penny replied that she couldn't wait to find out, Garrett was rock hard and throbbing.

When Penny finished cleaning up Garrett's last load, she immediately went about helping him make his next one. She climbed on top of him, and started fucking him right there on the bed in front of us. Ann grabbed the camera, making sure she took a couple of pictures of them together. But she also made sure she had a couple of exposures left, for what we hoped would be a memorable finish.

And our new friends didn't disappoint. Garrett flipped Penny over, and started fucking her from behind much like I'd done to Ann...and just the change in position had Penny cumming almost the second he rammed his fat cock back inside her. And that had Garrett exploding shortly afterwards. But not before he announced he was about to cum, and Penny spun around and fell to her knees in front of him like Ann had done to me just a half hour before. Penny took his cock into her mouth as she jacked it off.

Her hand was flying back and forth over his shaft, trying to make him cum almost frantically. Maybe she was just trying to make it happen quickly so she wouldn't have time to think about what she was about to do and change her mind. But the way that Penny was acting, it looked like she was just eager to taste more of Garrett's sperm, and show him she was a changed woman. 

Garrett wasn't taking any chances. Penny had handed him 'the keys' and he wasn't letting her have them back. Both of his hands made their way to Penny's head, grabbing her gently, but firmly by the hair...keeping her locked onto the tip of his cock as she stroked the rest of it.

Penny began squealing with delight when her husband's load started hitting the back of her throat. She swallowed the first gulp fast, and then she let him keep pumping onto her extended tongue, holding it still as he emptied his balls into her mouth for the first time ever. The loving groan Garrett exhaled from his lungs showed his excitement over what Penny was doing. He let go of the grip he had on her hair, instead just letting his right hand rest there, stroking her silky strands tenderly. 

Penny made sure she showed Ann her mouthful of sperm, and Ann made sure that was the last picture on the roll. The proud look on Penny's face as she held out her tongue a little, opening wide for the camera, was not only sexy as hell, it was kind of cute. 

When she swallowed, Garrett helped her to her feet. "God, that was so...powerful," Penny said at the time.

"What...my cock?" Garrett laughed.

"Yeah...that's part of it. It's so hot feeling that big thing going off in my mouth...and it tasted SO much better than I ever thought it would. But I also felt...strong. I can't explain it...it's like I felt more like...like..."

"A woman?" Ann said with a grin.

"YEAH...is that weird?"

"No...not really. It makes me feel so feminine when I suck Neil's cock and let him cum inside my mouth. But I think the word you're looking for is empowered. I get a sense of feeling in control whenever I do that, and it makes me feel so alive."

"Wow...yeah. I never would have thought that. For some reason, I always felt like it would be degrading," Penny said, her face puzzled by her reaction.

"Penny, there's nothing degrading about wanting to please your man sexually, or any other way really. As long as he respects you, and loves you for it, there's no shame in using your body to make him happy. He's only going to make him want to do the same for you. Besides Neil and I can feel the love you two have for each other. We even talked about it."

"You talked about us being in love?" 

"Yeah...truthfully, that's one of the reasons we feel so comfortable with you. I don't think any of this would have happened if we didn't know for sure that you two were solid as a couple, and totally devoted to each other. I just hope we didn't do anything that made either of you uncomfortable."

Penny looked at Garrett, and she hugged him as he smiled at her. Garrett spoke for his wife when he said, "No...everything was wonderful. It was more than wonderful...it was perfect. It's hard for me to say this, but I feel a little bit like a newlywed again. I know I have a lot more to learn about my wife now, even after 15 years. I can't thank you and Neil enough, Ann."

"Oh God...me too," Penny said, her voice sounding dreamy. "This has been such an amazing Anniversary!"

~*~*~*~*~*~

"So, do you think they're fucking?" Ann giggled.

"Sure...or they just finished. Or they're getting ready to. They don't have to go home, so I'm thinking they're going to be busy the rest of the night in one way or another."

"If they don't run out of energy."

"We haven't...and we've been going at each other like teenagers since I met you at the airport."

"You had trouble there that last time," Ann said, her lip pouting a little.

"Because we didn't have time to stay Ann. Please don't make it out like I didn't want to...or that I couldn't. I just needed more time."

"I know, baby. I was just teasing."

The car went silent for a little while after that, but I wasn't upset about Ann's playful jesting, and she knew it. I began thinking about the day we spent with Garrett and Penny, since it was still fresh on my mind. I'd had a great time with them, and it had nothing to do with the sex. That was just an incredible bonus. They were genuine people; fun and honest, and they had indeed become fast friends.

And that struck me, because of what Ann had done at my request. She'd given Garrett a blowjob, and I was totally okay with it, just like I had been with Chad when we'd played the erotic board game. What we'd done with the McCray's also kind of felt like a little game of sorts. But what hit me was how Ann being with Chad, and now Garrett, had felt okay to me, while just the mere thought of her sucking off Johnny, the bellboy at the hotel in Salt Lake City, had made my spine shiver that night.

That's when I realized that it all had to do with who the person was, and how I felt about them....it mattered. Was I comfortable, or not, with who they were as a person? Sure, I'd judged Johnny...maybe even unfairly, because I didn't really get the chance to know him. But I didn't WANT to get to know him that way, or frankly, any other way, really. Garrett and Penny were different from the start, because they were a couple in love and we knew that the nanosecond we first met them.

And that made me think of THAT as being the true common denominator. Chad adored his wife Dana. I thought back quickly to Tina and me in that hotel in Northern Virginia with Kyle and Melody. Kyle absolutely adored HIS wife. And there was no doubt that Garrett loved Penny the same way. So any perceived threat of doing damage to their marriages, or them affecting my relationship with Ann, seemed extremely remote. 

Each of the couples were willing participants, and the things I had done with them, either with Ann, or before that Tina, seemed to stimulate them and draw them closer. In all those cases, I viewed it as not just a short-term turn on for them. My gut told me, based on what they'd said at the time and how they acted, that Kyle and Melody, and Chad and Dana, and now Garrett and Penny, were going to continue to reap the benefits of the sexual encounters that were shared with them for a long time to come. 

I suppose the thought of that sounded a little conceited, but when it came to what Ann and I had done together with the two couples we'd been with, I could only go with what each couple had said to us, and trust that they were being honest about it. All I knew was that I had no regrets over what we'd done with either couple, and I know I would have if I'd ever seriously entertained the thought of having Johnny be with Ann. But that was how I felt...I never thought about what Ann may have been feeling. And when I thought about that, it kind of gnawed at me a little. What if she wasn't okay with everything, but didn't have the heart to tell me.

"Babe...can I ask you something," I said, wanting to get that feeling out of my system as quickly as I could.

Ann smiled, her reaction almost bubbly. "Sure."

"Were you okay with how things ended with Penny and Garrett?"

"What do you mean? You don't feel like they're really our friends?"

"No...I feel great about them. I'm talking about the...sex."

"You mean how they ended, between the two of them...or are you talking about us?"

"I'm talking about you...and Garrett...and then me."

"Oh...THAT," Ann laughed. "What do you want to know, baby?"

"I just wondered if you were okay, you know...with...all of it."

"Am I making you think I'm upset or something?" 

"No, but...well...it's not like Garrett was Chad, you know. You knew Chad for a long time. And I know I'm in charge...well, I was then. Look, I just don't want you thinking that every guy we just meet, you might end up..." 

Ann put her hand on my leg, trying to calm my brain, which was racing as I tried to get my thoughts out. "Calm down, Neil...what are you all worked up about?"

"I'm not worked up, Ann. I just want to make sure..."

"Are you worried that I think you're going to start making me have sex with just any guy we happen to meet?"

"Well...sort of. I mean, not fucking...but, you know."

"Well...ARE you?"

"NO...God no. I just..."

Ann smiled and said, "Look, baby, I know this is all still part of us figuring out who we are as a couple, and what we want to do to have fun. And so far, I think we've not only had an amazing time, I think we've REALLY been on the same page. I can't think of anything we've done on this trip that I not only didn't love, but I also wouldn't do again if the circumstances were right."

"Including being with both me and Garrett at the same time?"

"Is THAT what you're worried about?"

"I'm not worried. I guess I'm just confirming that you were okay with everything."

"Neil, just the fact that you feel you need to do that is just one more reason why I love you so much."

"Need to do what?" I asked, a little confused.

"To make sure I'm okay with it. I love you for that."

"So, you were really okay with that then?"

Ann smiled and said, "Okay...here's the thing. I know this might sound a little hypocritical, but there's a big difference in how I feel about men and women."

"What?"

"Since we started this trip, I've had sex with three women that I'd just met...Maryam, Molly, and now Penny."

"What about Tina?" I laughed.

"Well...yeah, technically. But I really felt like I knew her already...and you know that. With the other three, I literally just met them. And I could feel them...inside me. I could feel who they are as people."




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 65



"What's that mean?"

"I know you kid me all the time about making friends so easily...and there's a lot of truth to that, because I do. But the reason why is, I've always had kind of a gift of discernment when it comes to reading people. I can tell who's genuine, and who's fake, almost instantly. I can also tell who's a good person inside, and who's evil. It's something I was born with, I guess. BUT...it's a lot stronger with women than it is with men. With men, I've always let my heart get in the way. Lord knows I've dated enough guys that were totally wrong for me."

"What are you saying, that you read men and women differently?"

"No really...the same signs are there. I just didn't listen to what my gut was telling me a lot of the time when I came to men, because sex was involved. I WANTED things to work out with some of the guys I dated, so I ignored the signs...instead of trusting what my gut was telling me, which was that most of them were bad for me from the start. But, I DO read women a little better, because I've never looked at them sexually before...and that's why when you said something about Garrett and Penny, and you kind of compared them to Chad and Dana, it made sense to me."

"What did?"

"Us...being with couples. It was okay in my head to have some fun with Garrett, because Penny was right there. Look, I don't have a problem if you and I do something with a girl every once in a great while, and it's just the three of us, as long as she's unattached. But if there's going to be a guy involved, I want it to be with a couple. I think there would be too much pressure to fuck him...and I'm not changing my mind about the no fucking rule. I'm soooo happy about that rule. Sucking Garrett was fun, but fucking him...no way."

"But, you were okay with what you did do, because they're a couple."

"I think that's the only way I'm ever going to be comfortable doing something like that, Neil. And again, it's not like I'm fucking the guy...but at least when things get to the point where he may feel like he HAS to fuck, there's someone right there that he loves to do that with. Does that make sense?"

"Actually...yeah, it does."

"Good. And just so you know, that's still going to be a pretty rare thing. I don't want you thinking that's going to happen with every hot couple we're friends with. It's going to be seldom, and selective."

I didn't know exactly what Ann meant, but I had a pretty good idea. Enough of one that I didn't want to debate it...I was just so happy that I'd been right, and that she had liked what we'd done, that it didn't make that much of a difference. I knew we wouldn't be doing it all that often, if we ever decided to do it again at all. I was more interested in what she thought about this last time, if it was our last time for a while, or forever.

"So...what was it like?"

"What was what like?"

"Our threesome, you know...you being with two guys at once. Was it like you thought it would be?"

"I have to be honest with you baby, I've never thought about what it would be like. It's never been a fantasy of mine. Threesomes are more of a guy's fantasy, I think."

"But you're the one that wants us to have threesomes with girls. I never said I wanted that...or did I?" I asked out loud, not remembering.

"Maybe you didn't. Maybe you did. I don't really remember," Ann laughed. "I just know I've thought about it ever since the trip you and Tina took. So yeah...THAT was a fantasy of mine. But I don't know of any guy that doesn't like the idea of being with two hot girls at once...and I didn't hear you complaining."

"No...I'm not complaining. But does that mean you didn't like being with me and Garrett?"

"I didn't say that," she laughed. "It was really hot. And it was fun. But it's not something I'd ever laid awake at night dreaming about."

"So...we should mark that off of our list as things we've tried, and move on then, right?"

"That's up to you, Neil. Like I said, I never said I didn't like it...I only said I wouldn't do anything like that unless it's with another couple. But just because we did it doesn't mean I'm going to start dreaming about it now. I think we should just let life happen, and if the opportunity for that kind of moment comes up again, we'll see how we feel about it then...together. Okay?"

I put my hand on top of Ann's, which was still resting gently on my leg. "Yeah, babe. That's fine," I smiled.

And it was. I had no preconceived idea of what our future would be like when it came to those kinds of sexual adventures. And I didn't want one, really. Just the thought that it could happen again was titillating enough for me to be excited. But like Ann, I wasn't going to dwell on it. Truth be told, Ann...all by herself, was all the sexual adventure I'd ever need. She was the most incredible, imaginative lover I'd ever been with.

But I loved that Ann wasn't ruling anything in or out. Neither was I. We wanted to be open with each other sexually, and all during our trip, we'd gotten closer as a couple by being that way. Everything we'd done on our trip made our bond stronger, and our love for each other deeper. We'd learned about each other...not just sexually, but in so many other ways as well.

As much as I loved that she didn't want to change what we were doing sexually, what excited me more was that Ann wanted to take on life as a couple, and reach decisions on things together. We'd talked many times about what our life would be like once we were married. And I knew that would also be how things would be beyond the bedroom.

When Ann had said that we should just let life happen, and we'd make whatever decisions we'd need to as a couple, she wasn't just talking about sex. She was talking about life...period. We'd take on all of the challenges and decisions that arise in a marriage, and we'd handle them the same way. We'd look at them as a couple, talking things out and making choices as husband and wife...and the thought of that REALLY excited me.

What didn't excite me was that our trip was just about to end.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Whoever came up with the notion that it was 'good to be home' had no clue what they were talking about. The premise was that, no matter how great your vacation was, the ending was always welcome because you get to sleep in your own bed. But it was pretty obvious to me as I stared at my ceiling that the person that coined that phrase hadn't come home to sleep in an empty bed. And they certainly hadn't had the kind of vacation I'd just had. 

But in some ways, it was good to be home. It had been good to see my Mom and Dad...who were waiting patiently for us to arrive. Well, one of them was more patient than the other...but they were both thrilled we were home. Ann and I pulled into the driveway of my parent's house a little after 8, and they'd come outside to welcome us home. And as happy as they were to see me, they were even happier to see Ann.

At first, that struck me as a little odd, but then I realized that their unabashed euphoria in seeing Ann had to do with the fact that it was the first time they'd seen her since she'd become their future daughter. When they'd last seen Ann, she was just my 'girlfriend' for the week she'd been home. And watching my Mom hug Ann, crying uncontrollably, got me a little worked up too. 

My Mother had never acted that way towards my first wife. Not once. Sure, she treated her cordially...but my Mom knew all along that my Ex wasn't the right woman for me. She just couldn't tell me that. Yet as I watched Mom hold Ann, crying on her shoulder, I could feel the love she had for my fiancée, and I could feel Ann giving that love right back.

"I'm so happy for you Ann," Mom said to her.

"I'm happy for you too, Mom," Ann said, surprising her by calling her that.

"You're happy...for me?" Mom said as she pulled back a little.

"Yeah...you're going to get Neil out of the house soon. I know how much fun you and Dad must have had this week while he was gone. You'll be able to have that kind of fun all the time once we're married," Ann said with a little laugh.

Mom caught her breath a little as she reacted to what Ann had just said. She smiled...one of those sweet, motherly smiles, and said, "Oh...Ann. You're so adorable. You are such a change from..." And then Mom caught herself, and she started crying again. 

Ann grabbed Mom's hands, holding them tight as she looked her warmly in the eyes. "It would be hard not to compare me a little to Neil's Ex, Mom. It's only natural."

"Ann...I'm...so sorry."

"Don't be. I'm going to take very good care of your son. And I'm going to make you very proud of THIS daughter...I promise."

My Mom grabbed Ann again, hugging her close. "You already have, Ann. You already have," she whispered. 

Seeing Mom hug Ann tightly, and lovingly, made my heart soar. Ann just held her, letting Mom get out whatever emotions she needed to get out. She wasn't crying anymore. She was just holding Ann, breathing deeply. It was a special moment...shared between the two women I loved the most on the planet.

And then...there was my Dad. When my Mom finally got around to letting Ann go, Ann walked the few steps over to my father, standing in front of him with a huge smile. I'd only seen my Dad cry a few times in my life, but it wasn't unprecedented. He was never ashamed to do it, wanting me to know that it was okay for men to show their emotions under the right circumstances. And apparently, this, for him, was one of them.

He teared up a little as he opened his arms for Ann and she walked into them. They hugged, and Ann said, "Hi Dad...how are you?"

"I'm happy," he said, in an understatement.

"Really...I couldn't tell," Ann said as she reached up and wiped away the little tear that was about to run down her left cheek.

"Yeah...I knew you two would have a great sex life the moment we found out you were getting married, sweetie. But I never thought about how that would mean more sex for me too."

"DARREN!" my Mom said in shock, before she started to giggle.

Ann winked and said, "Glad I could help."

We unloaded my things from Ann's car, getting them into the house. And then we spent the next twenty minutes or so just visiting. Obviously, even though we'd touched on the subject of sex outside in the driveway, Ann and I shied away from delving into any of THOSE details of our trip. But we did talk about our time in California, and the long trip home.

Mom did broach the subject of our late Sunday arrival though. "We expected you home sometime yesterday. Did the drive take longer than you thought? Or did you start out a day later?"

I started to answer her, but Ann beat me to it, saying, "We just wanted one more day together, Mom. I'm sorry...I should have let Neil call you so you wouldn't worry."

If I'd had said that, I probably would have gotten a lecture about our changing itineraries without letting them know. I'd told my parents to expect us late on Saturday. To arrive about 24 hours later than they expected had to have had them both worried. Well, Mom. Dad wasn't necessarily the worrying type, at least until he had to. We would have had to have not shown up on Sunday for him to start to wonder where we were. But being the day late like we were, meant he would have had to deal with my Mom worrying, which in turn meant he had a whole different kind of angst to deal with. In fact, it was Dad I was expecting the lecture from, just because he had to deal with Mom's heightened level of concern.

But by Ann saying what she'd said, and the way she said it, it kind of disarmed both of my parents. "You didn't LET him call," Mom said with an odd grin.

"Well...he was kind of busy, keeping me happy, if you know what I mean," Ann said with another sexy wink.

Dad looked at me, and big 'Atta Boy' grin appearing on his face. Mom turned a little red, but she said, 'Well, we understand Ann. Where did you stay?"

"The Holiday Inn..."

"Oh...that's nice...Darren and I have stayed there before. So at least you were close. I'm sure you got some rest then, not having to drive so far today."

"I wouldn't say we got a lot of rest...but we WERE in bed," Ann said she took a nonchalant drink from her Diet Coke as she sat with her legs crossed, her left foot bobbing up and down slowly.

Dad let out a little chuckle and said, "I had that exact same feeling when we stayed there, Ann. Funny how you can stay in a nice hotel that markets itself as a place you can get a great nights rest, and you end up leaving more tired than when you got there."

Ann smiled at my Dad and said, "Well, I guess it was just another case of 'like father, like son', then. Neil ought to sleep well tonight."

But I wasn't. At least, not yet. I couldn't get the day out of my brain...and I missed Ann. Before her, I used to sleep in the middle of the bed I was lying in. But when I crawled in between the sheets, I found myself on the right side, wondering why there was an empty space to my left. 

"At least the empty space in my heart is filled now," I said to myself as I stared at the same spot on the ceiling I'd been looking at for the last ten minutes. I let out a little sigh. "I wonder if Ann's sleeping any better than I am." When I'd last seen Ann, it seemed like she probably would be. She was a lot calmer than I would have guessed, having officially moved back home with her parents. 

I'd followed Ann back to her folk's house in my car, not wanting her to have to unpack by herself. Besides, it seemed really impolite to let her just go home by herself. So, we both made the 5 block drive, crossing the main street through town to the little ranch she was going to call home for a while. As soon as we pulled into the driveway, I got out and opened the hatch of my car. And then I opened hers as well.

"What are you doing?" Ann asked as she got out of her car.

I grabbed the big plastic laundry bag of sex toys she'd placed back into the box we'd kept them in on the trip, and placed it in the back of my car. Closing my hatch, I said, "You said you had all the ones you needed. So until we find something better to put those in, I thought it would be easier for me to hide them instead of you. My Mom's not going to be snooping around in my room...or my car."

"You think of everything, baby. Thanks," Ann said as she gave me a quick kiss.

When I had slammed the hatch of my car, it must have alerted Ann's parents that we were there. Before we could get anything out of the back of her car, we heard the garage door opening. Ann's Mom came racing towards us, having to duck underneath the rising door...not wanting to wait for it to fully open. 

"Oh my goodness...we were worried sick about you two!" Jean said as she hugged her daughter.

Marlin walked up behind Jean, and I stuck out my hand for him to shake it. Instead of getting his big paw, he shook his head and opened his arms, grabbing me in a big bear hug. 

"That's my fault...I should have called to say we were going to be another day," I said as I hugged Marlin back, taking the hit for our not calling, just like Ann had done for me with my parents.

Marlin grabbed the back of my neck as he looked me in the eye. He gave me a knowing wink, and said, "I've made that trip a lot of times in my life, young man. I know how long it takes." 

I had a nervous grin on my face, wondering what he was getting at, and thinking that the 'hit' I was going to take for Ann was going to be one that I didn't like. She'd gotten off with a hug and a smile; it looked like I was going to get a boot in the ass. But before I could come up with anything to try and deflect the blast I felt was coming my way, Marlin surprised me.

"Don't be nervous, Neil. I would have done the same thing...I'm sure Ann was in no hurry to move back home. I hope you two had a great time last night," he whispered in my ear.

"We did, Marlin. Thanks for understanding," I said, a little in shock.

"Thank you, Neil," he said, his eyes a little misty.

"For what?"

"For bringing my daughter home safely."

Jean gave me a big hug too...once she'd let go of Ann, and after that, they helped us drag all of Ann's things into the house. Because of the welcoming we'd gotten, I hadn't noticed at first that Jean's car wasn't in the one car garage. But as I walked though it, I saw the dozen's and dozen's of boxes that Ann had mailed home, now taking up most of the room in there. 

"How are you dealing with that?" I asked Jean as we walked into the house.

"Oh...it's okay. I'm just glad that you two are home safe," she said graciously.

"Bullshit," Marlin said with a hearty laugh.

"MARLIN," Jean said, louder than I think she anticipated.

"Aw...tell the truth Jean. It's driving you nuts to have to park outside, and you know it."

Ann put her hand over her mouth and said, "I'm sorry, Mom...maybe we can rent one of those storage places. Do they have one in town?"

"Sure...brand new one," I said as I thought about it.

"That's bullshit too," Marlin said quickly. "You two need to save your money for more important things. We're not going to be inconvenienced that long. It's not going to kill Jean to have to deal with it. Besides, I told her I'd scrape the car off, or clean it off if we get snow."

Ann groaned. "Damn...snow. I forgot all about snow!"

"That's right, babe...we're going to have a winter wedding," I laughed.  ~*~*~*~*~*~

Winter seemed a long way off as I lay there in my all too empty bed, not sleeping. Even frost on the windshield seemed like it was a long time from happening. It was towards the end of September, and we were going to be getting married sometime in early December. I could only hope that time would go by as fast as the last week had seemed to. 

Still, there were so many things we had to do to get ready for the wedding, like getting with the minister of Ann's parent's church so we could actually set the date. And the very first thing on that list of things I needed to do, was show up for what I was sure was going to be a rather eventful first day back at the plant in the morning. 

It's a funny thing about time. Sometimes you want it to pass quickly. Case in point, I wanted time to fly, so that Ann and I wouldn't be apart very long, and I wouldn't have that empty feeling I had inside me at the moment, attempting to go to sleep alone in my bed. But as I stared at the clock for the hundredth time since my head hit the pillow, I was actually praying that time would stand still for a little while, so I could actually get some sleep before I faced the unknown when I got to work. 

As the clocked steadily ticked off the seconds, I groaned. "If I go to sleep right now, I might get 4 hours of sleep."



Ann: A Love Story Ch. 66



"You have GOT to be kidding me," I said to myself as my brain finally recognized that the sound that was rattling inside it was from my alarm.

My weary hand snuck out from under the covers, hitting the snooze. I was about to close my eyes again, ready to take advantage of the 4-minute interval that I'd get until it went off the next time. But there was a knock, followed by a quiet, familiar voice.

"Neil...it's time to get up, honey," my Mom said softly through the door of my room.

"The alarm just went off," I said back to her, slightly annoyed, knowing there was no going back to sleep now. Not for four minutes, or any multiple of four that I was suddenly wishing I had available to me.

"That's the fourth time it's gone off, Neil. You slept through the first three."

I looked at the clock, and realized she was right. I must have been hitting the snooze all along, not even realizing I'd done it the first few times.

"Okay...I'm up," I said to her, although I wasn't really moving.

"Can I open the door, honey?" she asked.

Doing a quick check to make sure my naked body was totally covered, I said, "Uh...yeah. Come on in."

Mom opened the door slowly, walking in next to my bed. She set down a cup of coffee on the nightstand next to my clock, and turned around to walk out. "There's your first cup, Neil. I'll have another one ready for you when you get out of the shower and get dressed."

"Thanks, Mom," I said with a little laugh.

It wasn't the same room service I'd gotten the day before, when Ann and I had ordered our midday breakfast in bed. Sure, I was in bed, and I was just as naked as I'd been that time. But I had gotten out of bed and wrapped a damp towel around my waist to answer the door when the guy from room service brought the cart just inside the door. And, I had a hot, horny babe waiting for me once I climbed back in bed. 

I had a wry smile on my face as I threw the covers off and put my feet on the floor. Digging my toes into the carpet to help me wake up, I took that first glorious sip of morning brew and thanked my lucky stars once again that I had a Mother that was not only a morning person, but she was one that always had my back. Then I thought of Ann again, and what she probably looked like at the moment...sleeping peacefully, with her angelic face and her cute little snore. I let out a sigh and took another sip, before getting to my feet.

Five minutes later, I was shaving my lower abdomen, the hot water of the shower hitting me in the back. That first cup of coffee was doing the trick already, and between that running through my system, and the steamy spray I was standing in, I was actually feeling somewhat alive. 

But my second cup of coffee was really hitting the spot. It was like a jolt to my system, and as I sat at the kitchen table with it and a morning bagel, I felt relatively normal. That was, until my Mom started talking.

"Your Dad wanted to talk to you last night, but he couldn't wait up for you to get home after dropping Ann off."

"I didn't drop her off, Mom. I followed her home."

She rolled her eyes and said, "Same thing, Neil. You know what I meant."

I laughed. "Yeah...you're right. What did he want to talk to me about?"

"Work."

"Yeah...what about it?" I said as I took another bite.

"He wanted to tell you who you're going to be training today...and kind of what to expect when you get there." I almost choked as what she said sank in. I had to fight to swallow the bite of bagel I'd taken, and then I washed that down with a quick gulp of coffee. "Are you okay?" she said in her concerned Mom voice.

"Yeah...yeah, I'm fine. That didn't sound good at all."

"Oh...I don't think it will be that bad. But your Dad did say that Howard didn't take it well. At least, not at first."

Howard was my assistant, and I knew he was going to get passed over for my job. In his mind, he would have been not only the obvious choice...he would have been the ONLY choice to be promoted to my position. But I'd made it clear to my boss, and my Dad, that he wasn't qualified. The job needed someone that could talk to customers professionally, and that just wasn't Howard's forte. He was more at home dealing with machinery. Dealing with people wasn't even close to his strong suit.

I knew when I left that my father was going to spearhead the search for my replacement. Dad was so disillusioned with the way Dan, my boss, had treated me upon learning that I was leaving the company, he intervened...using his VP status to pull rank on Dan and set him straight. Dad not only ripped into him, he told him that the raise he'd foolishly promised me in an attempt to keep me on would be coming out of his pocket for the three weeks I had left with the company. 

When I thought about returning from the most amazing vacation of my life, and having to deal with Dan for two weeks and how the forced pay cut he was taking was going to go over, I cringed. But I put that out of my mind for the moment. What I needed to know, more than anything, was who was going to be sitting at my desk, waiting to be trained when I got there.

I swallowed hard, and said, "Do you know who Dad hired?"

"I don't remember his name off hand. Something like Kenneth. I think he was on second shift."

"Do you mean Kevin O'Brien?"

"Yeah...that's it. Do you know him?"

"I've worked at Beck for seven years, Mom. I know everybody that works there. I don't know Kevin very well, obviously, since he's on the other shift. But I know him."

"Well, your father told me to tell you not to worry about anything until he gets there. He'll explain everything that's gone on while you were on vacation."

"He won't be in until like 8:30 Mom. What am I supposed to do 'til then? Hide?"

"Can't you hear? He's in the shower now, Neil. He's been going in earlier the last few days. He's got a lot more on his plate right now."

"Really...why?"

"Relax, Neil. You'll find out soon enough. He wants you to just go into your office, and wait. He'll be there about 15 minutes behind you," she said with a reassuring smile.

~*~*~*~*~*~

As I made the short five minute drive to the plant, I couldn't help but think of what Mom had just told me, and wonder what it all meant. The way she'd said Dad had a lot on his plate sounded almost cryptic. And what was with him going in early all of a sudden? He'd been on his laid back schedule for years, coming in a little late, and leaving a little early. It wasn't like he still didn't bust his ass...Dad got more done in a 6-hour day than anyone else on the Upper Management team of Beck Manufacturing got done in twelve. But this was suddenly out of character, at least from what I was used to.

And what did she mean about Howard not taking getting passed over for promotion well 'at first'? I knew he'd blow a gasket, and it wasn't something I'd figured he'd get over in a less than a week. He'd been my assistant almost from the inception of the department. It was only natural that he'd assume he was in prime position for the job. Knowing him as I did, I knew he'd never see that he wasn't really qualified; that his skill set wasn't what the job title required. 

And it wasn't like he would have just been blown up the first day I was gone. I was sure he would have at least been interviewed for the job. Which meant Howard wouldn't have known he wasn't getting it until something like Wednesday or Thursday. Maybe even Friday, if they waited until the end of the week to make their selection, which was very likely. So how could he have possibly gotten over it that fast?

In a way, I blamed myself for not having Howard ready. After all, he was my second in command. And as the leader of the department, I should have taken steps to make sure he was trained to replace me, not just short term, but on a more permanent basis. But the truth was, Howard didn't have the people skills required, and that really wasn't something that was trainable. You either have that gift, or you don't. Not everyone can do everything...and while he wasn't at his best dealing with people, he did have an area that he excelled at. 

Howard was one of the best machine operators I'd ever met, and he had a knack for getting the most production out of the equipment. That's one of the reasons the department was so successful...because he could get things moving, with the high quality our customers not only expected, but demanded.

Still, it gnawed at me that I hadn't at least tried to bring Howard along. Or at the very least, let him know where his shortcomings were, and work with him to attempt to improve them. But as my father had told me the day I'd quit my job, the responsibility for making sure I had a suitable replacement for my position fell squarely on the shoulders of my boss, Dan. 

Dad's reasoning was that Dan hadn't seen fit to make me a salaried Manager, even though I was in charge of the department. And Dad had a point. Because I wasn't an 'official' department head, like all of my counterparts, I wasn't even allowed to give performance evaluations. Dan did those. Which meant that in the eyes of the employees of my department, and according to the organization chart that was posted on the wall going into the lunchroom, Dan was ultimately their boss...not me. 

Of course, what galled me about that is that Dan barely stepped foot in my department. That was great most of the time, because it allowed me to run it my way, with very little interference. All I had to do was make him look good. But I always thought doing that it would also make me look good in the process, which would ultimately lead to my being promoted. 

Dan knew so little about my department, and my people, that he had me write their evaluations. He just sat down and gave them to the employees. Of course, they didn't know that, but that didn't stop the burning angst I had in my gut whenever Dan would pretend the words coming out of his mouth were based on his thoughts, when they were really mine. And since I wasn't in the room when he gave the evaluations, who knew how he was really presenting them. 

But it wasn't like Dan was all bad. Like I said, he did leave me alone, and that allowed me to grow as a manager. I learned on the fly, taking calculated chances and making some mistakes, which I always learned from. I felt I flourished under that kind of free reign...and I was convinced I'd become a better manager because of it. And Dan had been amazingly supportive during my divorce, understanding that I was going through a really difficult time in my life. That was a tremendously thoughtful gesture on his part.

Still, those good things didn't outweigh the things that bothered me, especially the events that happened on my last day before my vacation. He'd practically taken credit for all my hard work in getting a new customer to sign a big three-year contact. And it was only then that he'd seen fit to promote me...only to try to renege on it when I gave him my resignation. 

Sure, first he tried to match the offer of my new company in a hasty attempt to salvage face. Dan knew that he didn't know what I knew when it came to what my department really did, and he also knew there was no one ready to take my place. And that fact would have made him look bad in the Management Team's eyes. So he panicked and tried, in effect, to bribe me with a matching compensation package to keep me on. 

Then, when it became clear to Dan that I was leaving anyway, he said he wasn't going to promote me after all. And he got nailed on it; my Dad was eavesdropping in the hallway and overheard the entire conversation. That really wasn't like my Dad...and I wondered for the first time what made him do something so out of character. Regardless, it happened. And now, I was going to be dealing with a boss who was paying my new, higher salary, out of his own paycheck. I could only hope he'd leave me alone during my last two weeks like he normally did, instead of suddenly meddling in my department because I was going to be training a replacement.

And that thought brought me to my replacement. I didn't know a lot about Kevin, other than he was one of the working leads on second shift. The plant ran a skeleton crew that started in the afternoon. There was only one manager on second shift, and he had three working leads that reported to him. They were in charge of a part of the production process, and Kevin's responsibilities were pretty much contained to manufacturing. I had no clue what kind of personal interaction skills he had. But, I knew he was funny and personable whenever I'd talked to him. I could only trust that the search committee that Dad had to hastily put together felt he was the right man for the job.

Pulling into the parking lot, I was a little surprised to see it was pretty much full. I actually had to look for a spot to park, my usual spot having already been taken. When I glanced at the clock on my dashboard, I freaked. Looking at my watch, I confirmed what it said, and I realized I was late. Not the way I wanted to start on my first day back from vacation. I was usually at least 10 minutes early when I drove into the parking lot. But I'd left late from the house, and I'd been so lost in thought about all the things that would be awaiting me once I walked through the big employee entrance door, I'd lost track of time as well.

I scrambled out of the car, heading across the pavement as quickly as I could. I wasn't running, but it was a pretty brisk walk. Opening the door, I headed to the big metal partition that held the punch cards for the time clocks. Fortunately, mine was on the side nearest the wall, which meant that I was hidden from the rest of the plant. There was a second time clock on the other side of the partition, which had the other half of the punch cards. The two clocks made it easier for people to clock in and out, relieving some of the congestion that could happen close to the hour.

Being late, I was alone on my side, and I searched for my card. Oddly, it wasn't in its normal spot...where it always was, and had been for years. I scanned up and down the vertical row...not finding it, and I began thinking it had been misplaced when the new timecards were put out for the beginning of the week. It had happened before, but never when I was running late, or actually late, like I was at the moment. I scanned a couple more columns, but couldn't find it. I was starting to panic, but at that point, there was little I could do. 

Well, there was something I could do...I just had to go do it. I walked from around the time clock, past the partition, and headed down the little aisle that led to my office. It was only about 50 feet away, but it seemed like a mile as I tried to navigate my way without being seen. Fortunately, the employees in my department were good, and they were already hard at work. I was able to open my door and slide through unnoticed.

I let out a little sigh, and walked around my desk, which was surprisingly tidy. I'd expected a mountain of paperwork to have to deal with. And while there was a lot of stuff, it was all organized into neat little piles, which made it was pretty obvious that Howard hadn't been dealing with them. He had a tendency to use the 'dump on the desk' method when it came to handling paperwork. This was anything but that.

I sat down and picked up the phone, knowing I had to call the person in charge of payroll to confess that I was not only late, I couldn't find my timecard to punch in. Hitting zero, I stewed a little while the phone rang.

"Front desk, this is Nancy."

"Hi Nancy...it's Neil."

"OH...MY GOD! Neil...how ARE you?"

"I good. A little tired, but it was an amazing week."

She responded with a sexy little laugh and said, "I bet it was. How's Ann? Is she able to walk?"

"What?" I said, surprised by the randomness of her question.

"She just spent an entire week with that big cock of yours stuffed between her legs, Neil. I figure she'll be laid up in bed for a couple of days."

"Very funny, Nancy. Trust me...I'm the one that should be in bed. Ann damn near fucked it off!"

"Hmm...I had a feeling about that. That's what makes you two such a perfect couple. Well, that and about a million other things...you really are a good match for each other, Neil. I'm so happy for you two."

"Aw...thanks Nancy. That means a lot."

"You're welcome, sweetie. So, did you just call to say hello, or did you need something?"

"Uh, actually...yeah. I'm afraid I do. I still can't believe it, but I was late this morning. And to top THAT off, I can't find my time card. I looked for it in the other columns, but...anyway, I was here just a couple of minutes after seven. But there's not going to be a record of it."

Nancy let out a laugh, and I could practically hear her smiling through the phone. "Neil, you weren't late," she said between giggles.

"Sure I was...two minutes. Maybe three."

"No...you weren't."

"Nancy, I'm telling you..."

"Neil?" she said, trying to get my attention.

"What?"

"You weren't late...you're on salary now. That's why there's no time card for you. You don't have to punch in anymore." I was silent, trying to grasp what Nancy had just said to me. After several very quiet moments of just me breathing, Nancy said, "Neil...are you okay?"

"Huh? Oh...yeah. That just feels so weird. I still feel like I was late, Nancy."

"That's because you have integrity. You've always wanted to be here before your employees are...and you feel guilty when you're not. But that's the way salary is, Neil. If you have to be late, you can be. Lord knows there are going to be times you may have to stay late. Well, maybe not YOU, since you're leaving in a couple of weeks. But you will in your next job, I'm sure."

"Wow, Nancy...this is a little surreal," I said with a little chuckle.

"You're going to get a lot of that today, Neil," she answered. But before I could ask what she meant, she said, "The phones ringing, Neil...I gotta go. I'm glad you and Ann are home safe." 

I hung up the phone, and sighed again. It was a strange start to my day, and it was about to get just a little stranger. My Dad walked through the door to my office with two cups of coffee and a brown bag. He was at least an hour and fifteen minutes earlier than I could remember seeing him in the plant in years. The man just didn't do 7:15...which was what the clock on the wall in front of me said.

He set the drink tray on my desk and plopped down in the chair. "Bagel or pastry," he said matter of factly. I really wasn't hungry, since I'd had a bagel at the house. Not to mention the two cups of coffee I'd had to wake me up. But I didn't want to seem ungrateful.

I grabbed one of the coffees and said, "I'll take the bagel, Dad."

He grinned and asked, "Are you sure?"

"Yeah...thanks."

"No problem. I'm sure you're tired," he said as he fished the bagel out of the bag, along with the packet of crème cheese, handing them to me. When he pulled out the pastry, he grinned. "You know...they have a much better selection around 7 than they do an hour later."

"I'm sure they do," I laughed. "What are you doing here so early, anyway? Mom said you've been doing this since last week."

Dad nodded as he opened the sugar packet for his coffee with his teeth. "Uh huh...it was an interesting week, Neil. You really opened a few eyes around here when you resigned, including mine."

"How's that?"

"Let's just say that the members of the Management Team finally came to realize just what a hidden gem they had in you, and how unappreciated you've been. They also realized how gracious you had been biding your time, quietly making something special out of this department."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked.

"Well, once you resigned, a lot of questions started getting asked that should have been asked a long time ago."




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 66



"Who was asking them?"

"Mostly Geoff," Dad said matter of factly.

Geoff...was Geoffrey Beck, the President of the company. His grandfather had founded it, and he'd risen to the top after his father retired as President about 10 years before to become Chairman of the Board, which was really just an honorary thing. Geoff's dad didn't have anything to do with the company any longer, since he lived full time in Palms Springs, California. So, Geoff took over as head of the company. 

As people go, Geoff was pretty cool. He was rich, but he never acted like it. He knew his good fortune came from the hard work that his father and grandfather had done, as well as the people that worked for him currently. He never forgot that, showing up to work every day and making personal gestures towards the employees from time to time to show his appreciation. 

I liked Geoff because of those traits. He was one of the few people that saw me as Neil, instead of as Darren's boy. And that was huge, since he owned the company. I also loved that he had a self-deprecating sense of humor, and he'd show it to anyone. Because his name was Geoff Beck, I always teased him about being the famous guitar player. And he'd go into an amusing rant about having to change the spelling of his first name to avoid confusion. I could hear him in my head saying that HE had the name first, so the other guy should have had to change. Of course, that was all BS, but I still found it funny. 

But at the time I'd resigned, Geoff was pretty much a 'hands off' President. He came to work every day, and he made his morning round walking through the production part of the plant, saying hello to employees and thanking them...he was always pretty good about that. But once he did that, he'd go to his office, and that would be it. He let his Management Team handle the day to day operations, believing strongly in delegation, and accountability. He only got involved when he felt it was absolutely necessary. So when Dad said that Geoff was the one that started asking questions when he found out I'd given my three weeks notice, it was apparent that this was one of those times he felt he needed to step in and find out for himself what was going on.

"Mr. Beck asked questions," I said as I sat up straight in my chair. "Who...who did he ask?"

"Well, me at first, since I'm your dad. He wanted to know what was going on from a personal standpoint...with you and Ann. But he asked Dan the more pointed questions."

"Great...one more reason the next two weeks are going to suck," I said dejectedly.

"What do you mean?" Dad asked, taking a bite of his pastry.

"Dan...he's already got to be pissed about the paycheck thing. You know, having to pay me out of his pocket. Now he's going to be pissed because he got grilled by Geoff."

Dad smirked and said, "I wouldn't worry about it, Neil."

"Well, I know I shouldn't, but I'm going to be busy enough training. I don't need him coming back here meddling...and you know he's going to now. And he's going to be ticked off while he does it."

"No...he's not."

"Dad...you know..."

"Neil, you report to me now."

"WHAT...how can YOU be my boss?"

"Geoff appointed me as your boss on Friday...that's how."

"Isn't that a conflict of interest?"

"I don't think so...you're only going to be here another two weeks, and Geoff is more concerned about the stability of the department than he is appearances to the rest of the plant." 

"But...what did Dan have to say about all of this?"

"Neil...Dan's gone. Geoff fired him on Friday."

I sat back in my chair, my mouth dropping open. "You're kidding!"

"Unbeknownst to me...Geoff didn't realize you weren't a salaried employee. He assumed you were, since you were managing the department like you were, and the results have always been there. He said he never had a reason to think he needed to look into it. In fact, he was a little surprised you never complained to him about it."

"Well...why would I?"

"You wouldn't...and he knows that now, Neil. He never thought about you being my son, and that you wouldn't say anything. And trust me...Geoff knows ALL about nepotism. He's heard the snide remarks for years about riding on his own Dad's coattails."

"But he hasn't," I said, thinking about all the things Geoff had introduced and implemented AFTER his dad retired that had improved the company.

"You know that...and I know that. But you know first hand how people can be when it comes to those kinds of things. Anyway, when Geoff found out, he started digging into what Dan had been doing, and he quickly figured out that you were making Dan look pretty damn good."

"How did he do that?"

"Dan didn't have any answers for the questions Geoff was asking him. Which pointed out that Dan really doesn't have a clue what you do back here. And then when Geoff found out that Howard wasn't ready to take your place...well, let's just say that Geoff blew his stack. He was angry enough about losing you...but to have the department put in jeopardy because Dan didn't manage his resources better, on the heels of you busting your ass to secure that new customer; Geoff wasn't happy about any of that."

"So he fired him...just like that?"

"I wouldn't say that," Dad said with another smirk as he took a sip from his coffee.

"What...you pushed him over the cliff?" I laughed.

"He was already standing on the edge of it, Neil. I just threw him the anvil. Not my fault he didn't dodge it," Dad grinned.

"Anvil? What did you do?"

"Geoff asked me what my opinion was when he said he wanted to let Dan go. He said he didn't want to make a hasty decision, but his gut was telling him that he needed to. All I did was tell him that I didn't care for the fact that Dan wasn't a man of his word. When he asked me what I meant by that, I told him that his handshake wasn't his bond...and that's how I judged managers."

"So...you're talking about Dan shaking my hand about my raise, and then trying to take it back?"

"Yep...I told Geoff what happened, and then I reminded him that I worked for his grandfather Ernie when I started with the company. And I told him that I took that job, based on Ernie shaking my hand and telling me he'd take care of me. No contract, no talk of salary or benefits....just a promise and a handshake. All I did at that point was ask Geoff what he thought Ernie would do if he were in charge."

"So he fired him."

"Within seconds. Walked from my office to Dan's, and it was done."

"Wow, Dad...this is a lot to process first thing in the morning."

"Well...I'm glad you're sitting down, because there's more," he smiled.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Sitting at my desk, I was sorting through the neatly organized piles of paperwork, one stack at a time. And I was amazed at how well they were categorized. The part that amazed me was that Kevin, my replacement, had been the one that had sorted through all of the papers, putting them together in a way that made sense to him. And what was great about that is that it made sense to me too.

I'd been right. Howard had indeed used his 'dump on the desk' system, which was one of the things my Dad had used as a way to convince him that he wasn't right for the job. So, when Dad told Kevin that same Friday that he'd gotten the job, and he'd be on salary from the start, Kevin came in on his own on Saturday, and went through all the papers. He wasn't trying to suck up or anything. But he didn't want me coming in to a mess.

Dad said he had come in too, to do what he found Kevin doing quietly in my office, trying to get a handle on the products and procedures of the department. When Dad asked him about it, Kevin apparently told him that he knew he had big shoes to fill, and he didn't want to look like an idiot in my eyes when I went to train him.

"That's when I knew I'd made the right choice," Dad said at the time. "He's worried you're going to think he's not the right guy, and he doesn't want you to have the impression that he's going to ruin all the hard work you put in to make the department a success."

I smiled when I thought of what Dad had told me. I actually hadn't given any thought to it, but I suppose I could have thought Kevin might be wrong for the job, or that all the things I'd done to secure the departments future might go to waste. But looking at what he'd done to organize my desk, I knew that wasn't going to be a problem. With the notes I saw that he wrote, reminding himself to ask certain questions when I started training him...I knew pretty quickly that the department was not only in capable hands, but ones that were going to take the job seriously. The only concern I really had was how he'd interact with the customers.

The other concern I had were the changes that had been made within the department itself. Dad had moved Howard out of the department all together. I'd never known it, but Howard really wanted a chance to work in the maintenance department. And since that's where his strong suit was, it wasn't a stretch. Apparently, Howard had told that to Dan in his last two evaluations, but it fell on deaf ears. And when Dad told Howard that he wasn't getting the job, and learned at the same time that all along, Howard had wanted to transfer to a department he felt was a better fit for him, Dad ended up making a positive out of a negative...twice.

When Dad first told me that Howard was transferring to maintenance, it surprised me. That department was fully staffed, and I couldn't see them taking on another employee just to make him happy. But it made sense when Dad said they were making TWO employees happy. It seemed that Tommy Butler wanted a chance to move up into management, and he felt trapped in maintenance. Tommy was my friend, the one that had told me about the resort in Colorado that he'd taken his wife Angel to on their honeymoon. The same resort Ann and I had just stayed at days before.

Dad had interviewed Tommy for my job, but he wasn't quite ready for those responsibilities yet. Kevin was a little more polished. Tommy was smart, and he had a ton of potential, but I agreed with Dad's assessment that he wasn't ready. But...by putting him in charge of the production floor of my department, he'd do just as well as Howard had on the process side from day one. And, Dad said he wasn't going to make the same mistake Dan made; Tommy would be groomed to be Kevin's true assistant...and eventual successor. Or, he could move to a management spot somewhere else in the plant if one opened, having had the proper training.

And that's why Dad was suddenly my boss. The nepotism thing didn't matter, because I'd be leaving. Geoff asked Dad to oversee my department once I left, working with Kevin and Tommy until they got their feet underneath them. And for his part, Geoff was going to step in and assume the responsibilities of Dan's position short term. He wanted to make sure there weren't any other landmines that he'd stumble across accidentally that could be devastating to the company. He would eventually look to replace Dan's position, but he wanted to get his hands dirty and figure out whom else might have been taken for granted like I had.

The way Dad put it to me, Geoff was looking forward to that part...the righting of perceived wrongs. And Geoff said he had me to thank for it. And to that end, Geoff wanted to meet with me sometime in the next couple of weeks before I left. There was no official appointment set, but I knew that at some point, I'd get a call from Nancy to go up front and meet with him. I didn't know what that meant exactly, but it didn't bother me. It intrigued me more than anything else.

So, I sifted through the pile of papers on the desk, waiting for a meeting that Dad was going to have right after the morning break. Dad wanted to talk to the entire department, and let them know what was going on, properly introducing them to Kevin and Tommy. But that would come after a company meeting in the lunchroom, where Geoff would be explaining what was happening from a plant wide standpoint. In a town built on the advanced art of cultivating rumors, Geoff wanted to get out in front of what was going on inside the walls of the factory before they took on a life of their own.

The bell rang, letting me know it was break time...but before I could get up, the phone stopped me. I picked it up knowing it was an internal call. "This is Neil," I said cheerfully.

"Hi Neil...Ann's on line four," Nancy said just as happily. "She sounds great."

"Thanks, Nancy...she is," I laughed as I hit the disconnect button on the phone, before touching the button for line four. "Good morning, Neil Thomas."

"Hi baby!" Ann said, her voice sounding like a morning kiss.

"Good morning, babe," I said, my heart beating faster just hearing her voice.

"How's your first day back at work going?"

I laughed. "It's been just as eventful as the last one was."

"Really? If I remember right, you had quite a day that day...and that was besides getting to be with me once you got to California."

"Yeah...I'm not sure if today's going to end like that one, but as far as work, it's been pretty incredible, and it's just break time."

"I know it's break time...that's why I called. I know you're training, so I don't want to bother you too much this week...or next. I just wondered if you wanted to get some lunch today."

"Sure...what time?"

"What time...I thought your lunch started at 11:30?"

"It can start whenever I want it to, Ann. That's one of the things that was weird about this morning...I forgot that I'm on salary now."

"So you can go to lunch when you want to?"

"Within reason, yeah. And I don't have to rush back either. But that also means I might have to work later than 3:30 from time to time."

"That's fine...I'm just happy I don't have to have lunch in the morning. How about twelve-thirty?"

"Mmm...okay. Where do you want to meet?"

"I'm making Sloppy Joes...want to come over to the house?" she said, using her deep, sexy voice. 

"I'll be there, babe."

"Good...you can tell me about your day so far. Love you, baby."

"I love you too, Ann."

~*~*~*~*~*~

I was finding it hard to pay attention to the meeting that Geoff was holding. Not that I didn't care what he was talking about or that it was a boring speech. And it wasn't like I was going down some 'short timer' path, where whatever he said didn't matter to me because I was going to be leaving in a couple of weeks. My mind wanted to drift, thinking about Ann, and what we might be able to do at lunch besides eat. 

But I fought the urge as best as I could, listening to Geoff tell about the recent management decisions he had to make, most notably letting Dan go. The tension in the room when he said that was really noticeable. No one likes it when there are changes, especially when they're unexpected. And no one saw that coming, so it hit the room like a shock wave. You could hear the murmur, which was followed by an eerie silence.

Yet Geoff handled that reaction by talking about it directly. He didn't duck it, or pretend the reaction didn't happen. And he did it by being very generous and respectful when it came to Dan. He didn't say anything disparaging or unprofessional...lauding Dan for the things he brought to the company, while also making it very clear that a change needed to happen. When Geoff talked about integrity, and dealing with people in an honest and forthright manner, I'm sure there were some ears that perked up. But he reiterated that Dan had done a lot for Beck Manufacturing, and his contributions while he'd been there were appreciated.

I was glad I was paying attention, because when Geoff got past that part of his impromptu speech, speaking off the cuff as he almost always did, he actually said my name. I was stunned when Geoff singled me out, telling the plant what almost all of them already knew, which was that I was leaving. But then he went way beyond that, telling them that I had single handedly secured the three-year contract with our newest customer, unlike what many of them heard the week I was gone. Apparently, Dan had told a few select people in the room that HE had landed the contract, knowing that word would spread. Geoff apparently felt he needed to set that record straight.

Geoff went into a little diatribe about the importance of family, versus the negative connotations that can be associated with nepotism. Geoff wasn't bitter, but he did talk about how in a small town like the one the plant was located in, there were many, many people who were related to others within the plant. And therefore, there would be situations where generations would be working side by side, and how he followed his father, who followed HIS father, and how that was a actually a good thing, while it was all too often perceived as a bad thing. 

"I know I've always been thought of as sort of inheriting the company from my father and grandfather," Geoff said matter of factly. "And that's okay, because it's true. If it wasn't for them, I wouldn't be here, and I wouldn't be president. I went to college, but it was always kind of assumed that if I wanted to work here, I could, and that someday I'd be running the company. So I knew that when I decided I wanted to work here, knowing that there would be some people that would say I didn't earn where I am. I accepted that a long time ago, knowing that I'd never really be able to change those views. If you feel that way, you feel that way."

Geoff pointed towards me and said, "But Neil...he's truly one of you. He started working for us during summers, and when he came here full time, he didn't start out in management like I did. He started in shipping. And I know that many of you think that he moved up through the company because his Dad is a Vice President. Well, I'm here to tell you that nothing could be further from the truth. Neil got where he got, by working his tail off, just like he did the very day he resigned. Which, by the way, is the same day he won this new account...not for the success MY company. Not for HIS company. He did it for OUR company."

Pausing for a second, Geoff thought about what he'd said, and I found it very interesting where he went next. "Actually, Neil wanted to win that customer for our FAMILY, because in his mind, that's what Beck is...it's our family. He put his heart and soul into this...and he did it, knowing he'd be leaving to take another job. He did it, because he wanted to leave us better off than when he got here out of college. The thing I find interesting is...Neil didn't have to. He could have taken the easy way out, and just quietly left us like others have before him. I've been thinking a lot about that in the last week while he was on vacation, bringing his fiancée back to Indiana."

Geoff looked directly at me, sitting quietly in the back of the room, and said, "Neil, would you come up here, please?"

I was a little stunned, never thinking that I would really be singled out like THAT. And I was suddenly nervous. I knew he wanted to talk to me, but I was thinking it was going to be a private meeting. And maybe that was still going to happen...all I knew was that I was a little uncomfortable as I slowly walked toward the front of the lunchroom. But there I was standing next to Geoff in a room full of my peers.

"Neil...I owe you an apology," he said, making my eyes widen.

"Uh...for what?"

"For the same reason most of these other people owe you an apology," he said, waving his arm around the room. Then he turned to his employees, focusing his warm smile on them. "If you have a relative working here, or have ever HAD a relative work here, raise your hand please."

Geoff raised his, and over three-quarters of the room raised theirs as well, including me, which made Geoff laugh. 

"I didn't mean you, Neil."




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 66



"But I do," I said, a little bewildered.

"I know. That's my point. All of these people have family that has worked here, or still do. And that means we ARE family, like I was just saying. And that's one of the strengths of who we are as a company. Look, I'm a third generation employee. But a lot of our employees are third generation...or second like yourself, and that's something that should be celebrated, not looked down upon when one of our own succeeds."

I got a little embarrassed, and I said, "Mr. Beck, really...you don't have to do this."

"Oh yes I do, Neil. Because I messed up," he said, turning back to the crowded room. "I messed up, because I didn't know until last week that Neil has been doing management work for over 4 years, and he's been doing it as an hourly employee. And he never said anything about that. Not once. Instead, he just kept showing up every day, doing his job, trying to make his department...and our company, successful, right up to the day he resigned. And THAT happened because we as Management didn't see fit to take care of him, like family should."

Then Geoff turned back to me and said, "Neil, you've opened my eyes about some things. Things I'm going to look at, and fix. I know how hard it's been for you to work where your Dad works, living in that long shadow. I've been there. And I just want to say that we're your family, and I'm sorry. It's a shame we had to lose you to figure that out, but I'm thrilled for you and your new job, and I know you're going to be successful. And I'm even more thrilled for you and Ann, because I know you're going to have a great life together. I only hope you're not so disappointed in me that you won't invite me and Tara to the wedding." 

Geoff stuck out his hand, and I shook it, surprised that he would bring up Ann and my impending marriage. But I knew a man being humble and gracious when I saw one, and I took a chance at being a little more personal than I ever had, saying, "Of course you'll be invited Geoff...if fact, I was hoping you'd play at the reception. Ann was kind of hoping you could get Rod Stewart to sing."

Geoff cracked up, and started playing air guitar right in the lunchroom in front of everybody, sticking his tongue out as he pretended to do a solo. And that made the whole room break up in laughter. At that moment, I think everyone saw Geoff as I saw him...human, gracious, and funny. It was like a huge icebreaker, and you could feel the change. When Geoff dismissed the group, there was a sense of levity in the air as the employees walked out.

I started to walk out too, but Geoff stopped me and said, "Just so you know, Neil, I meant every word of that. And I truly am sorry. Oh...and I still want to meet with you before you leave next week, okay?"

"Sure, Mr. Beck. No problem."

"You can call me Geoff, Neil. You've certainly earned that right," he said as he shook my hand one more time.

~*~*~*~*~*~

My second meeting ended up taking a lot longer than I'd hoped. I wasn't complaining, because it was important. Even though my department was small in regards to the number of employees, they were dear to me. And in truth, they were reeling a little. Not only did they find out from someone besides me that I was leaving the company, in just a week, Howard had be skipped over as my successor, and he'd transferred to another department.

That meant that the people remaining would have to deal with two new people running the department. Add to that the fact that they just found out that Dan, my boss, had been let go, and there had to be a feeling of uneasiness. I mean, think about it...they find out on a Monday that I'm leaving, but not from me. They find out from Dan, whom they never see. Then, they find out on Friday that Howard isn't getting my job, and they find out that he's transferring to another department. THEN, they all spend the weekend thinking about Kevin and Tommy, and how that's all going to work, only to walk in on the following Monday to find out Dan's gone. It had to be hard to mentally navigate around all of that.

So, Dad was taking his time, trying to make them feel comfortable. And that started with me. As we sat down in a conference room so we wouldn't be interrupted, the first thing he asked was for me to talk to the crew. I hadn't anticipated having to talk, but when I thought about it, it wasn't surprising. In fact, I really owed it to them. I'd left that Friday, having quit my job, without telling any of them. And they deserved better. Geoff had said it best when he said the plant needed to be more like family. And I knew that, because my department really acted that way.

When you only have a handful of employees, and you're struggling to gain a foothold in a new industry, you really have to rely on each other to get things done. The quicker you can become cohesive as a team, the better chance you have of surviving during those early stages when each job you produce can send a positive or negative message to your customers. One misstep and you could lose a new client that you couldn't afford to lose. 

We worked so hard those first few years to become a successful department, and in the process, we really became a close knit group. We were a family. We had our occasional issues, but we also covered for each other in a lot of ways. I could think of countless times where one person or another would step up for co-worker, doing what they needed to do to help out without being asked. And one of the things I was most proud of was that we hadn't had any turnover in the department. Which was why the news of Howard transferring, followed on the heels of my resigning was causing such an emotional reaction amongst those employees that were left behind. 

So, I had to talk to them. I just didn't know what to say. I ended up having to take a page out of Geoff's book, speaking off the cuff, and from the heart. It wasn't the best of speeches, and I got a little emotional when I talked about how hard of a decision it was for me to leave. But they each understood...I could see it in their eyes. When I explained that the decision to move was as much for Ann as it was for me, the smiles I got in return were heartwarming. 

They all knew what I'd gone through with my divorce. In fact, they were on the front lines in a way, my initial support system besides my parents. So they were happy about my engagement, even after they found out it meant I'd be leaving them. What they weren't so happy about is that I didn't tell them personally. But when I explained the circumstances that came about, and why I wasn't able to tell them myself, they totally understood. And when I told them I was sorry, and I asked for their forgiveness, they gave it to me. That's what families do.

Once I'd spoken, Dad took control of the meeting. He introduced both Kevin and Tommy, and went over what their responsibilities were. That didn't shock the crew, but what did was Dad telling them that he was going to personally oversee the department for the next year.

"Geoff said it, and Neil said it. Now I'm going to say it. We're a family. And I've committed to both Kevin and Tommy that I'll work with them to make sure that have all the support they need to keep this department not only succeeding, but growing. And I owe it to Neil to make sure that all of YOU are taken care of the way he's taken care of you. The department is Kevin's to run, and Tommy is going to make a great production leader. But I'm going to be here if any of you need me."

I thought that would have been it, but Dad opened the floor to questions, and that made the meeting last a lot longer. Not that it was a waste of time or anything. In fact, all of the questions were good ones. But I couldn't help but notice that the lunch bell had rung twice, which meant that it was past twelve. I groaned in my head, thinking that I was going to be missing time with Ann. Although in reality, I was just going to be late. Now that I was on salary, I really didn't need to worry about that. Still, I had a pang of guilt hit me when I realized it was almost 12:30 when we got out of the conference room.

Dad had told everyone to go ahead and take their lunch, and he'd take care of their timecards. Tommy and Kevin headed back to the department to talk, and I headed to the car, telling them I'd be back a little later. I had a lunch date with Ann, and I wasn't thinking about her Sloppy Joes. 

~*~*~*~*~*~

When I pulled in front of Ann's house, I saw that there was an extra car there...one that I recognized. I let out an audible groan as I put the car in gear as I shut it off, pulling the parking break. Resigned that my lunch plans weren't going to end up like I'd hoped, I pulled myself together and got out of the car, heading to the front door.

I was greeted there by Jean, Ann's Mom. "Ann's in the sunroom, Neil. Get yourself a plate...she made Sloppy Joes."

"Thanks, Jean," I said, and big sappy smile plastered to my face, hiding my internal disappointment. 

After grabbing my lunch, I walked down the steps into the sunroom, closing the sliding door so the air conditioning wouldn't leave the house. Ann was sitting in the lounge chair...the same one she'd used to masturbate in with a cucumber the last time she was in town. Now, she was sitting there, eating her sandwich."

"Hey baby...where've you been?"

"I'm sorry, Ann. Work...I've been in meetings all day."

"That's okay...Mom's home," she said, stating the obvious.

"Yeah, I noticed," I laughed. "Why?"

"She got off of work early. I think it was good you were late. She might have walked in on something."

"I know she would have...I've been thinking about you all day."

"No you haven't. I can see it in your face."

I laughed and said, "Well, I've thought about you a lot...but yeah. It has been an odd day."

"What's going on at work?" she asked.

"It's a long story. Fortunately, I can tell you, because I don't have to rush back to work."

~*~*~*~*~*~

As I drove back to work, I realized how refreshing it was that Ann and I HADN'T done anything sexual during lunch. It was great just being able to sit down and have a conversation with her, and not think about sex. And I hadn't. Even though Ann was looking her usual sexy self, in a little pink T-shirt and a pair of jean shorts, I was so focused on telling her everything that happened during my morning that it really didn't cross my mind. Maybe that was because Ann's Mom was home unexpectedly. But Ann loved listening, and she seemed genuinely interested.

And it was a great lunch. I hadn't had Sloppy Joes forever, and they really hit the spot. As I left, Ann asked what I was doing for dinner, and I said I didn't know, because I didn't even know when I'd be getting off of work.

"So, you don't think you'll get off at 3:30?"

"I don't know baby. After today, it's pretty clear that I need to make sure my department is in good hands when I leave. If you would have seen the hurt in my employees eyes when we started that meeting..."

"I totally understand, Neil. It took me three months to quit...remember," she smiled. "It's really hard leaving behind something you've worked so hard to make a success. Not to mention the people you work with."

"Yeah...I think it's going to be harder than I thought."

"Well, just let me know about tonight. I can eat anytime. I just want to be with you."

And when she said that, it wasn't like it was some flirtatious come on. She just wanted to be with me...and that's what made the lunch so special. As much as I wanted to make love to Ann at seemingly every opportunity...that lunch was special, because there was just as much love between us as there would have been if we'd been able to do something else. 

But as I pulled into the parking lot, and looked at the plant, I thought of Ann one more time, my heart skipping a beat. "Damn, I'm horny," I sighed.



Ann: A Love Story Ch. 67



It was turning out to be one of the busiest weeks of my life, and it was driving me nuts. I was working more hours in a day than I'd ever worked as the manager of the department, going in around 7:00 each morning, and not leaving until at least 6:00 each night. And it seemed like when I finally DID get off of work, there was always something to do. Most of it had to do with the upcoming wedding...not that that was a bad thing. But that meant that Ann and I didn't have any alone time to speak of.

And THAT...was a bad thing.

~*~*~*~*~*~

When I'd gone back to work on Monday, I settled down with Kevin, and began the arduous task of training him. Dad was taking care of working with Tommy on the production side, teaching him while learning the process himself so he'd be better able to support the department. And he was quick to pull Howard out of his new maintenance role if he needed a quick answer on something...the weight of his VP position pulling rank on the few times that was necessary. And that was huge. It was going to be a big enough chore to teach Kevin the ropes in two weeks. Having to also train a new production leader wasn't something I'd anticipated.

First, I had to give Kevin a crash course in what we did; contrasting it against the services the main plant offered that he was more accustomed to. That proved to be pretty easy. Kevin was a quick study, and he seemed to grasp the concept of what we were doing as a department, and the processes that we were using to cultivate new opportunities with our customers. It was the customers that were going to be the challenge. 

We had three main customers that were driving the department. Two large ones that we'd had for a while, including T-S Incorporated, where Mark worked. And now, we had the even larger customer that we'd just landed. But, in addition to those, there were around a hundred smaller ones. They didn't send in the steady orders like the other ones. Most would send in just one or two a month, but those jobs helped to fill in the production gaps. 

Those customers were just as invaluable to the success of the department as the big three, as I started calling them. And their needs were so varied, that it took a lot to grasp the subtle differences that made each of them a unique challenge. And that meant teaching Kevin in the idiosyncrasies of the customer base was going to take some time. 

Since the production department worked unusual hours compared to the rest of the world, it changed how I trained Kevin. We spent our 9:00 to 5:00...well, our 7:00 to 3:30, dealing with the day to day production issues, scheduling the department properly, and going over the routine paperwork that came with the position. Then, we'd use the time from 3:30 to 6:30 calling customers in different time zones, introducing Kevin to them and assuring them that the transition would be smooth and painless on their end. It was also a way for me to thank each of them personally...so those calls, given the number of customers I'd acquired over the years, were taking a lot of time.

I left work on that first Monday feeling totally drained. I was almost to my house, driving on automatic pilot, when it occurred to me that I'd insinuated to Ann that we'd have dinner together. She'd even said that she'd wait to eat, not caring what time I got there. I ended up going around the cul-de-sac at the end of my street, and heading over to the Franklin's house, pulling in front a little before seven.

When I knocked on the door, Ann answered, and she had this odd look on her face. "Neil, are you okay?"

"Yeah...why?"

"You look like you've been hit by a truck."

"That good, huh," I chuckled.

"Come in...let me make you something to eat."

"You don't have to go to any trouble, Ann. I..."

"It's not trouble. It's love. Now get in here," she said as she grabbed my hand and pulled me into the house.

I took off my shoes at the door, and followed her into the kitchen, sitting at the little table in the breakfast nook her parents had there. Ann made me a sandwich, and got out some other things for me to munch on, and we sat together. 

"Aren't you going to eat?" I asked.

"Huh...oh, shit! I was supposed to wait on you, wasn't I," she said as she put her hand over her mouth and smiled. "I'm sorry, Neil."

I let out a little laugh and said, "I guess none of this day is turning out like I thought it would."

Ann put her hand on mine, her eyes showing a little sadness. "Ooooh...I'm sorry, baby. I..."

I smiled and said, "Don't be. I never said it was bad. In fact, I can't tell you how amazing it is just to be with you at the end of a long day."

"Aw...that's sweet. But I know you wanted..."

I turned my hand over, taking her palm in mine and squeezing her hand. "You know...right now, this is what I want. Just being with you."

And I meant that. Yes, I was still horny. But in truth, I was more exhausted, and just being in the presence of Ann and feeling her love was uplifting at the moment. And I thought that maybe once I ate...I'd get some energy. So, when I finished eating, and Ann asked what I wanted to do, we found ourselves downstairs on her parents' old, beat up couch in Marlin's trophy room. It was still a little strange being around all those stuffed animals that he'd hunted, sort of feeling at first like we were being watched. But the room was warm, and cozy, and we were alone. Ann was curled up next to me, the two of us underneath a big old afghan, watching television.

I had thoughts of us as teenagers, sitting on that same exact couch, and what it would have been like to just sit there necking with Ann as my High School sweetheart. Ann must have had the same thought, because she turned and started kissing me, her hand finding my chest. But then we heard the distinctive footsteps of Marlin making his way down the stairs, and Ann turned her head, giggling like a nervous schoolgirl afraid she was going to get caught. 

Marlin just stopped in for a moment to say hi, before heading back upstairs, but that kind of changed the mood, and Ann sank back into me as we settled down to watch an old movie. The next thing I remembered, Ann was waking me up, and asking me if I wanted to just sleep there on the couch. We'd both fallen asleep...the exhaustion from our trip finally catching up to us. I must have drifted off shortly after Marlin left, because I didn't recall anything about the movie as the credits rolled across the little screen.

As much as I wanted to stay there, and just be with Ann, I knew I needed to get home so I could get ready to do it all over again the next day. Ann walked me to the door around 11:00, and she said, "I'll make it up to you baby. We'll have some fun tomorrow."

"Believe it or not, Ann...I had fun tonight. It was perfect just to be next to you on the couch like that. You know...we don't have to have sex EVERY night."

"I know we don't HAVE to...but that doesn't mean we shouldn't!"

I laughed as I kissed her goodnight. "Okay, babe. I'll see you tomorrow. Want to do lunch?"

"I can't. I'm meeting Penny at Tina's. She called this evening. She wants to get her...'hair' done. And she wants me to be there so she doesn't chicken out. Want to come and watch?" she asked with a wink.

I laughed again and said, "I think that would be incredibly dangerous. How about dinner...we can go out."

"We're already going out. We've got a lot of things we need to do for the wedding that I won't be able to do once you leave."

"Really...like what?"

"Tomorrow night we're going to see the minister and set our wedding date," she said...her voice full of excitement. "We need to be there at 7:00. Can you make that?"

"I wouldn't miss it for the world, baby."

~*~*~*~*~*~

I didn't miss it, but that didn't mean I didn't cut it very close. I'd left work so late I didn't have a chance to go home and shower...I had to go straight from work to pick up Ann, and then we drove straight to her parent's church. If it weren't for living in such a small town, we would have been late. 

And Ann let me know it. She was tense; visibly upset when I pulled into her driveway, her foot tapping on the concrete as she stood at the end of it waiting for me. It was as angry as she'd ever been with me, but she wasn't saying anything when she got in the car.

Well, other than, "We're going to be late, Neil."

"No we're not. We'll be there in five minutes...and we've got seven," I said as I backed out and shoved the car in first gear. 

We parked in the paved lot of the church less than five minutes later, and we were inside with a minute to spare. But that didn't stop Ann from being anxious. As we waited on a little bench seat outside the Pastor's office, Ann was fidgeting with her purse.

"Ann...I'm sorry."

"It...it's okay. I forgot how fast you can get to places here. I was just worried for nothing."

"Well, I WAS late getting to your house, babe. I'm still sorry for making you wait, and worry."

I moved in to kiss Ann on the cheek, but I saw the Pastor walked out of his office out of the corner of my eye. I stopped, and he laughed. 

"Don't stop on my account. It's always great to see people in love," he chuckled. 

I gave Ann a quick peck, and then we stood up. "Neil Thomas," I said holding out my hand.

"I'm Pastor Kane," he said holding out his hand. He was in his middle 50's, with silver hair and a big, broad smile. His glasses gave him a studious look, but he didn't look the part of a Pastor, standing there in a sweatshirt and jeans, along with a pair of Reebok's. 

"This is my fiancée, Ann Franklin," I said, introducing Ann.

"Ann...I've heard so much about you. I know your parent's are really proud of you, and they're so happy for both of you. Come in to my office...let's sit down and have a little chat."

We talked for well over an hour, with Pastor Kane asking us both a lot of questions about our background, and how we came to be engaged. Having been through that kind of thing with my first marriage, I knew what to expect. He was doing his job, making sure in his mind that Ann and I weren't rushing into anything, which I'm sure it must have seemed based on the story of our courtship we shared with him.

What I hadn't expected was when he said, "So, Neil...I understand you're divorced. Would you mind telling me a little bit about that?"

I know I shook my head a little, shocked at question. Not that he shouldn't be asking it...again, it was part of the territory. I should have expected him to broach it. It was more of the fact that we were in town, and I knew he'd been the Pastor at that church for about 5 years.

"You DO live here, don't you?" I asked with a defensive laugh.

"Yes...why?"

"My divorce wasn't exactly a big secret, Pastor Kane. I was the talk of the town for about six months."

He let out a little laugh and said, "Funny thing about the rumor mill, Neil. It tends to stop when it gets to clergy. When people are talking about something they probably shouldn't be talking about to begin with, they tend to stop in mid sentence when they see me. It used to bother me, but now I actually have fun with it. It's amazing how you can get people to volunteer to help around a church when they're feeling a little guilty. Anyway, I haven't heard about what happened, and I wouldn't have believed what I heard anyway. Most rumors are wrong...they only have enough truth to get them started and then the take on their own life."

"Well...you must be the only one in town that hasn't heard about it," I sighed.

"I don't need to know everything, Neil. I just want to know a little of what you went through, and how your heart has healed since then."

So, I told him. I edited out the nasty parts regarding my ex, trying to be as gracious about what I'd gone through as I could. And the truth was it wasn't all that hard. I was holding Ann's hand at the time...and the anger and bitterness that usually came with the subject matter just wasn't there. It was like some metamorphoses came over me, and what used to be so difficult to talk about came easy to me. Ann gave me strength, and perspective. And all of that came because she gave me love.

Pastor Kane smiled at me, and said, "I have to tell you, Neil, the way you first acted when I mentioned your divorce, you made it seem a lot more devastating than that. I'm a little surprised you're not more unsettled. In life terms, it really hasn't been that long since your divorce was final."

"Is that a problem?" I asked, thinking he was questioning my love for Ann...or that he really might have concerns about this being kind of rebound relationship and we were rushing into marriage. 

"No...not at all. I'm sure there was more to it than you're letting on, but you're taking the high road, which is really commendable. And I don't think there's any doubt that you and Ann love each other."

"So...we can get married?" I asked sheepishly.

"Of course," he laughed. "Let's set a date!" He grabbed his desk calendar and leafed through a couple of pages to get to December, humming as he went along. "Marjorie has down here there you're looking for a Saturday in December, right?"

"Marjorie?" Ann asked.

"She'd the church secretary. You're mother gave her two days you were looking at...is that correct?"

"Oh...yes. The second and the ninth."

"Hmm...well, actually, both of those will work. Which one would you prefer?"

Ann practically choked when she blurted out, "The sooner the better!"

Pastor Kane chuckled and said, "This isn't a shotgun wedding, is it? I know Marlin hunts."

"No...but I've already done one tour of duty living with my parents. I'd like this second one to be as short as possible," Ann said, squeezing my hand.

"I think what Ann's trying to say is that we've already been apart once for a few months, and we don't want to be apart any longer than we have to this time," I said with a smile.

"Yeah...that too," Ann laughed.

Pastor Kane nodded and said, "Okay...the second it is. And trust me Ann, I understand. I moved back in with my parents' right after Seminary, and it wasn't easy for me either. But I'm sure you'll be fine...you just need to have a little faith." 

Ann smiled and nodded, and a few minutes later, we were on our way. It was well after 8 and we were both starving. As I drove, Ann was busy doing some deep thinking, and finally she let out little sigh and said, "Neil...we're getting married in 75 days."

"I know...it seems like forever."

"Forever? How the hell am I going to get ready for a wedding in just 75 days!" she said in a panic.

"If anyone can pull it off, Ann...it's you."

"Sure...but that means we're going to have to do a lot the next two weeks, because you'll be leaving, and I want us to do as much of this as we can together."

"Okay, babe. Let's go get a bite to eat and we'll figure it out," I said with a smile.

~*~*~*~*~*~

We went to a little tavern on Main Street. It was pretty much a dive, but it had really good food. Ann and I each had a much-needed beer as we tried to plan out what we needed to do over the next few days. But after a while, she finally threw up her hands in frustration and said, "I can't think straight right now. We need to talk about something else!"

"Are you okay?" I asked, putting my hand on her arm to try and calm her down.

"I'll be fine, Neil," she said after taking a deep breath and another swig from her frosty mug.

I chuckled and said, "Are you sure?"

"Yeah...I'm just a little keyed up right now."

"Ann...I've never seen you like this. What's bothering you?"

"I just thought I'd have more time...that's all. I knew how many days it would be, but when I did the math in the car, it..."

"Ann...we can put off the wedding a little long..."

"FUCK NO!" she snapped as she cut me off, making a couple of heads turn in the bar.

"Ann...I'm not saying we have to...I was just..."

"I'm sorry Neil. I know we can do this. I'm just getting worked up right now over nothing. Like I said...I'm not thinking straight. Let's talk about something else."

"Sure, Ann. I just don't want you to be stressed."

"Well, I can't promise that. But I love you for being worried about me. So...is there something else can we talk about...please."

"Well...you can tell me what happened with Penny today," I grinned.

Ann snickered and said, "Wow...I forgot all about that."

~*~*~*~*~*~

Ann said she had met Penny out in front of Tina's shop, and they walked in together. Tina was waiting inside, and she was surprised that Penny actually showed up. In fact, Tina was even more surprised that she actually had a customer that was requesting to not only have her pubic mound styled, but colored as well.

The three of them went to the back of Tina's shop, and Tina closed the door for privacy like she always did if she was doing a bikini wax. But this was something different entirely. Well, not all that different. But it was still a new service that Tina was looking to provide, and Penny was going to be her first customer. Penny just didn't know that.

Ann said that Tina and Penny hit it off really well, and a big part of that was Tina's bubbly, infectious personality, because it put Penny at ease. Penny had worn a short skirt, and she was nervous about just getting naked...so Tina told her she could keep it on if she wanted. When Ann told me that, I couldn't figure out how that would make that much of a difference. But Ann said that just the idea that Tina suggested it made Penny relax, to the point that she stripped below the waist. So, Tina had her sit down on a towel on the reclining chair at the hair washing station.

Ann laughed and said, "So, Tina's getting her stuff together, and Penny's sitting there, and she asks me to get her purse...which was more like a suitcase. The thing was huge."

"Really...why?"

"I think it's a Mom thing. She said she had everything in there...included a camera," Ann snickered.

"A...camera?"

"Uh huh...a Minolta...35mm. And she got it out and handed it to me."

"You're kidding!"

"No...seriously. I guess Garrett and Penny had a little argument about the roll of film we gave them."

"Oh...fuck. Is everything okay?"

Ann waved her hand at me, brushing off my concern. "It's not what you think. It wasn't about what we did together. Penny was still so excited about our day together she even told Tina all about it. She and Garrett loved it."

"Wait...so if he's okay with it, why were they arguing?"

"Because Garrett doesn't want to wait...he wanted to send the film off to Rose as soon as they got home from their weekend because he wants to see the pictures. But Penny is a little more frugal. She wants to send more so they can get the discounted price. So she talked him into giving her a week, and they'd take some more pictures and then send them in."

"So what did you take pictures of? Tina taking care of Penny?"

"Yeah...in more ways than one," Ann giggled as she took the last bite of her big juicy burger.

My eyebrow arched quickly. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Pretty much what you think it means. First Tina re-trimmed Penny's pubic hair...she made it into the shape of a diamond. Then she waxed the area around it, along with her pussy. Then she colored her hair...a really bright, deep red. And I took pictures along the way...kind of a before and after...along with what Tina was doing in the process. And I could see through the camera just how wet Penny was getting, not to mention how big her clit was."

"So what did you do?"

"Me? I didn't do anything...other than take pictures. Tina was the one that did it."

"Did what?"

"She made her cum," Ann said, being coy.

Instead of getting frustrated with the lack of information Ann gave me, I just smiled and said, "That was nice of her."

"You don't want to know how?" Ann said, a little surprised by my lack of interest.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 67



"Not really. I'm more interested in how I'm going to make YOU cum tonight."

Ann's eyes got wide at first. But then they narrowed, her cute little nose wrinkling as she got excited. "My parents went over to some friends tonight...they'll be gone for a couple more hours. Why don't you take me home and show me!"

Literally less than fifteen minutes later, Ann and I were locked in a heated embrace on the floor of her parent's living room, her tongue deep inside my mouth as I groped her naked breasts. Her left hand was trapped between our bodies, stroking my hard cock. When we entered the house, we'd had one of those moments you see in the movies, where two people are so desperate to have each other they tear at each other's clothes to get them off, throwing them about the room in the heat of passion. And that proved to be a bit of a problem.

Ann had pushed me onto my back, and she sat up, raising her hips over mine. She had a grip on my cock, and she rubbed my head back and forth across her wet pussy. I had a smile on my face as I rolled her nipples in between my fingers and thumbs, preparing to pull them when she sank her body over my shaft. But just as she was about to, she froze. So did I...the distinctive sound of the garage door going up coming through the wall next to us.

"FUCK...IT'S MOM AND DAD!" Ann snapped as she jumped up and grabbed her shirt, pulling it over her head.

"NO SHIT!" I snapped back as I grabbed my Levi's, which was the closest item of clothing of mine near me. I pulled them over my hips as quick as I could, not bothering to try and stuff my rock hard cock inside at the moment. 

Ann and I looked around, and she went into action. "Grab my pants and your shirt...I'll meet you in the sunroom!"

"Okay," I said as I followed her orders, not thinking about it...just reacting.

Ann scrambled to get our socks and underwear. She threw her bra and panties, along with my boxers, over the back of the couch against the wall, and she kept the socks as we flew to the back of the house. By the time we made it to the sunroom, we could hear the back door of the house opening. Ann was trying not to giggle as she pulled her tight jeans on while I slipped on my T-shirt.

"I should have worn shorts," she whispered.

"Me too...I can't get my cock into my jeans," I said as I tried to wedge my fleshy pole inside so I could button them. Ann helped me zip up, making sure she didn't snag my cock in the zipper, and then I sat on the little wicker love seat to slip on my socks. Ann left hers off, leaving them on the floor as she curled up beside me.

"Quick...kiss me," she said breathlessly.

I was a little surprised. I figured we would lay low, and not let on what we'd been doing. I was already hard...and with Ann suddenly shoving her tongue back down my throat, there was no way that I was going to go soft anytime soon. Not with me being without my underwear and with Ann's hand conspicuously placed on my lap, practically massaging it. I forgot about putting on my socks, dropping them on the floor so I could take her in my arms.

"What are you doing," I whispered as I broke our kiss for a second.

"I'm letting them know that they interrupted us."

"Why?"

"Because they did...and I'm horny." I'm not sure what that really meant, but that didn't stop Ann from slipping her fingers into my hair and pulling me to her as she kissed me again. 

Moments later, we heard Jean announcing, "We're home!"

"We're back here," Ann said, surprising me once again.

Jean walked through the door, with Marlin close behind. Jean sat down across from us, and said, "So...what are you two up to tonight?"

Ann stared at her mother, her hand still on my hard cock. Jean had this clueless look on her face as she smiled at us, but the sultry look in Ann's eyes wasn't lost on her father. He reached his hand out and took Jean's. "Come on, dear. We need to leave these two alone."

"Huh...why?"

"Because they WANT to be alone."

"It's okay, Dad," Ann said in an exasperated tone, leaning back. Her hard nipples were poking through her tight shirt, only more evident because she was now without her bra. "We kind of had the mood killed already."

"Mood...what mood?" Jean said, still not grasping what was happening.

"I told you, Jean...we should have found something else to do. We came home unannounced."

"We always come home unannounced, Marlin. What are you talking about?"

Ann laughed and said, "Mom...he's trying to tell you that if you would have ten minutes later, you would have gotten a show."

"A show...what kind of show."

"Good Lord, Jean...they were alone, and they're in love. What would we be doing if we were their age?" Marlin said.

"Oh...OH!" Jean exclaimed, her hand flying over her mouth. Then she started to turn red.

Ann didn't help when she said, "What do you mean our age? You do that now. And what are you doing home, anyway?"

Marlin said, "Belinda wasn't feeling well...so I'm going to have to help Davis some other time."

"Dad was supposed to help Mr. Bradley put up some new cabinets in their kitchen tonight," Ann explained. "Mom went to help Mrs. Bradley with some decorating."

"Come on, Jean. Let's go," he said trying to pull Jean to her feet.

Ann got up, heading toward the steps to the house. "Dad...stop. I told you...the mood's kind of gone. Neil, can I get you something to drink?"

"Water, please," I said, crossing my legs to try and hide my hardon."

"I'm sorry, Neil," Jean said with a motherly smile. "I didn't understand."

"It's okay...not like we should have been doing that in your home anyway."

Jean let go of Marlin's hand, and walked over to me, holding it out for me to take. "Well...why don't you come inside. I'll make you some dessert." 

"Uh...in a minute, Jean" I said, scared to move. "Ann's mood may be gone...but I'm still having some residual effects from the mood she was in before."

"What?"

I flashed Jean a sexy little smile and said, "Your daughter has a way of getting me...uh..."

"Hard, Jean...just like you get me sometimes. Leave the young man alone for a minute," Marlin said bluntly. Then he let out his high pitched cackle and said, "Neil, if you need me to start you a cold shower, let me know. I know just how to get the water right for you."

~*~*~*~*~*~

Ann and I shrugged it off as one of those moments in life where things didn't quite work out as we'd hoped. I'm sure it wasn't going to be the last time that happened. And as frustrating as it was at first, we managed to salvage the evening and have a good time. The four of us ended up sitting at card table in the basement, playing Euchre for a couple of hours. In fact, Ann and I were kicking their ass, so to speak.

"Ann...I don't remember you being that good at this game," her Dad said with a little surprise in his voice.

"I'm not. It's all Neil," she said as she pointing at me. "I'm just following his lead."

"Where'd you learn to play so well," Marlin said as he turned his attention to me.

I dropped the right Bower on his left, taking the last trick of the hand. "College. I played a LOT in college. But don't let Ann fool you...she knows what she's doing. She's the one that went alone a little bit ago, not me."

"Because I could tell by the way you were looking at me that I could, Neil. I knew just looking in your eyes that I could make the tricks," she said, defending her move to tell me to lay down my cards because she knew she could all win tricks in that hand on her own, which meant more points for us.

"And that's what makes you such a perfect partner...in more ways than one," I smiled.

"Mmm...I love you too, baby," Ann said as she wrote down our latest point total on the score sheet beside her.

Ann and I swept the night, winning every game we played, and each by a wide margin. As we were finishing up the last hand of the last game, Marlin was resigned that he and Jean were once again going to end up on the wrong end of a lopsided score.

"I'm not sure I like this, Jean," he said as he placed another card on the pile that Ann quickly snapped up and placed neatly in front of her in a little row.

"What's that, sweetheart?" Jean answered.

"Getting our butts kicked in Euchre by these two for the next few decades," he laughed.

Ann threw down another card and said, "You don't HAVE to get your butts kicked, Dad. You could always just stay away for a couple of hours so Neil and I could have sex instead."

"Anna Renee!" Jean shrieked, before she broke out in a giggle.

"I'm sorry, Mom. I was just..."

Jean put her hand on Ann's arm, patting it gently. "It's okay, honey. Sometimes it's still hard for me to remember you're a woman and not just my little girl."

"Yeah...but I shouldn't have said anything."

"We're adults, Ann. And we know you were just kidding."

"Oh...I wasn't kidding. I just shouldn't have said it," Ann said as she winked at me.

"If you want, Jean and I can wait downstairs for an hour," Marlin laughed.

"That's not enough time," I grinned as I looked at my watch. "Besides, I really need to go. I've got another brutal day tomorrow at the plant."

"Not enough time?" Jean said with her eyes wide open.

"Not if I'm going to do it right," I winked.

"If you remember, we used to be like that too, honey," Marlin said as he stood up and shook my hand.

Ann walked me upstairs and waited for me to get my socks and shoes on. We stepped out on the front porch, and she began kissing me as she held me tight. "Do you want to take a little drive...I can suck you off. I know I left you pretty hard earlier tonight."

"It's okay, babe. There's always tomorrow...I'd rather save myself for that."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah...I'm fine right now. But I love that you want to."

"Well...yeah. I love you, baby," Ann smiled.

"I love you too, babe. I'll talk to you in the morning," I said as I kissed her one last time.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Surprisingly, it ended up a good night. Even though Ann and I didn't get a chance to be together, we did have a great time with her parents. And when I went home, I wasn't as horny as I was happy. I'd slept pretty well, considering how horny I'd been hours earlier. But by morning, that horniness was back with a vengeance, and it remained...longer than I wanted it to.

Wednesday brought another long day at work, training Kevin...and making phone calls to customers. Ann and I met for lunch at one of the two fast food joints in town. It was nice that I didn't have to race back to the plan, but I'd gotten away late, and I didn't have that much time. So, we just kind of stoked our fires, knowing we'd find a way to be together later that night. And while the workday was another long one, it seemed to go by fairly quickly. 

I went straight from work to the Franklin's, where we had a late dinner with her parents. It was good, but I could tell Ann was a little tense. In fact, she was testy at first...but she seemed to calm down about halfway through dinner. I chalked it up to us eating so late again. Plus, I was certain part of it was she was still getting used to living at home again.

Once we finished dinner, Ann and I headed out. And 'out' was to do more wedding planning...namely, picking out invitations. Now that we had a date for the wedding, we needed to get that going, since it really wasn't that far away. 

One would think that picking out what essentially is stationary, would be easy. Granted, its' ornate stationary. But still, it's parchment, and envelopes...and those little pieces of tissue paper that don't seem to have any real purpose, at least to the uninitiated. 

But as I went through the process with Ann, I quickly realized something that I didn't the first time I got married. It mattered. My ex and I didn't put a lot of thought into the invitations. In fact, it was kind of an afterthought. And I supposed that spoke volumes about our marriage...we hadn't put a lot of thought into a lot of things that should have mattered. And I say 'we', because, while it was true that my ex was the main reason the marriage didn't make it, I was mature enough to admit that I could have approached certain things better. 

And Ann let me know that picking out our wedding invitations was one of those things. She did it in a loving, caring manner, but she also let me know that we weren't going to just go in and choose the first thing we saw. Under the 'Men buy, Women shop' paradigm, this one fell on the side of shopping.

"This is important, Neil. It's a reflection of who we are as a couple...I don't want traditional. I want people to open them and see us as we are; unique, loving and sexy," she said as we drove to the store where we'd begin the arduous task of picking them out.

It was a store along the main street of town, not all that far from Tina's. It was card shop, owned by a very nice lady named Ruthann, who was a friend of both my parents and Ann's. She had us come with her to the back of the store, and we sat down with what seemed like twenty big, thick books with various styles and color schemes of invitations. And that's where the process started. I hadn't realized it, but picking out the color of the invitations had to go with the theme of the wedding. And that's something we hadn't discussed.

"I'm thinking because it's a December wedding, we should go with a winter theme...what do you think?" Ann said as she started leafing through the first book.

"Ann...I don't want to sound insensitive or anything. But this is your wedding. I want you to have whatever you've dreamed of."

"Well, first...it's OUR wedding. I know you've been married before, but that one didn't count. I want you to look at ours as a 'do over' and we get to make this what we both want. Second, I really didn't have that dream as a little girl. I know you probably think that all girls sit around dreaming of their wedding day...but I wasn't one of them. Maybe that makes me different, but that also means that we get to make this what WE want. And I think that's better."

Ann leaned in and kissed me, and I smiled. At that point, I knew I needed to step it up and show Ann that I was as engaged in our engagement and our impending nuptials as she was. So, we painstakingly went though the books, while talking about the idea of a winter wedding. It quickly evolved into more of a Christmas theme...and when we agreed on that, we were able to narrow down our choices.

Not that it speeded up the process any. Ann and I were having a good time, laughing and carrying on as we took notes and eliminated potential options one by one. But we hadn't realized just how long we'd been at it until Ruthann came to the back room to tell us it was closing time. Ann looked stunned. We had it down to about five, but she didn't want to rush the decision.

"Oh...okay. Well, I guess we'll have to come back tomorrow," Ann said as she started to get up.

"Babe...we have to pick out tuxes tomorrow. Remember?"

"Oh, well...I guess we can..."

"We have something Friday too."

"Oh...my God. I wanted to have them ordered..."

"Relax, Ann," Ruthann said. "Stay as long as you need to. I'll call home and let Terry know I'll be late tonight. He won't mind."

We felt a little guilty, but Ruthann would have nothing to do with that. It was one more instance of why a small town could sometimes be an advantage. The personal service she gave, and the loving way that she worked with us...well, it made the experience memorable. But again, that didn't speed things up.

We finally picked out the style, and then we had to go about wording the invitation itself, and then it was picking out the color and font style and size. It was a steady process, but when it was all said and done, both Ann and I felt it was worth it. But, it was frankly a little exhausting. 

Ruthann walked us to the front door, holding it open for us. "I'll place the order in the morning, Ann. You don't have to pay until they come in, which will be sometime early next week. I'll call you and let you know so you can come by and look at them and make sure they're okay."

Ann hugged her and said, "Thank you so much for letting us finish tonight, Ruthann."

"You're welcome...and congratulations to the both of you. I know it's going to be a wonderful wedding...thanks for letting me be a small part of it."

By the time we got to the car, it was going on midnight. Ann groaned when she looked at the clock on my dashboard.

"It's okay, Ann.," I said as I patted her on her thigh.

"No...it's not. I'm horny, Neil."

"Well...we can..."

"It's okay," she smiled. "I'm horny, but I don't want to just have a quickie somewhere. I need a long, steady fuck...and I don't want to do it in the car. We just need to make time tomorrow."

~*~*~*~*~*~

'Tomorrow' didn't happen either. Not with yet another late night at work, followed by a quick bite to eat before a trip to the local men's clothing store. Ann and I were both convinced this was something we could tackle fairly quickly...and then we'd head off to find someplace to spend some quality time together. It was a beautiful evening, and I'd packed a blanket in the car...a couple of them actually. I'd broached the idea of making love to Ann outside, under the stars of the early evening sky, and she was practically bouncing as we walked into the store.

It was going to be easy. I'd just worn a tux a couple of days before on our trip home, and both Ann and I agreed that we loved the style. So, it was just finding that one, making sure we knew the measurements, and then picking out the color of the ties and cummerbunds to go along with our wedding theme. And we were well on our way to doing just that.

But then Marshall, the owner of the store, came over to congratulate us. Marshall was a good friend of my Dad's. And I knew him pretty well myself, not just from my infrequent trips into the store, but also from playing golf with him. He was one of my Dad's golfing buddies, and I'd had the chance to play with him many times.

He stuck out his hand and said, "Neil Thomas! Great to see you."

"Hi Mr. Crawford. How are you today?"

"I'm fantastic. And who's this young lady."

"This is my fiancée, Ann Franklin. Ann, this is Mr. Crawford."

"Call me Marshall, dear," he said as he held out his hand.

"Nice to meet you, Marshall."

"Oh...we've met before Ann, but you were quite a bit younger. I've known your parents forever. Went to school with your dad."

Ann smiled politely, and she said, "I suppose I should have known that you'd know my folks."

"That's the curse of the town, Ann. Everybody knows everybody. But, it has its pluses too. So...Neil, how many tuxes are you going to be getting?"

"One...why?" I asked, thinking it was a silly question.

"So, no one else in the wedding party is going to wear a tux?"

I looked at Ann, whose eyes opened wide. "Wedding party?" I said out loud, like it was the first time I'd ever thought of it...since it was.

"Yeah...who's your best man? You know, if you order at least 5 tuxes, yours will be free. And the groom never pays for the people in the wedding...they usually pony up for that."

I let out a little laugh. Until that moment, I really hadn't given it a lot of thought. In my first wedding, I'd just worn a suit, and my Dad stood up with me. That was pretty much it...it wasn't formal at all. So it kind of escaped me. But I knew right away who it would be.

"It's going to be Matt Shepard, although I suppose I should actually ask him. In fact, I'd better make sure he can do it, since he's in school." I was still chuckling, but Ann suddenly had this mortified look on her face. My eyes narrowed a little as I suddenly became concerned. "Are you okay, babe?"

"No...I'm not," she said bluntly.

Marshall took that as a cue, and said, "We'll come back in a little bit. You two take your time." Then he pulled his salesman away, giving Ann and me a little privacy."




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 67



I took her left hand, holding it tightly in my right as I lifted her chin with me other hand, making her lift her fixed gaze from the design in the carpet. "Ann...what's wrong?"

"A wedding party. Neil, how could I not be thinking about that?"

"Ann...we've got a lot on our plate. Don't worry about it."

"Don't worry about it? Neil...we don't even know how many people are going to be in our wedding. My God...I don't even know who my maid of honor is going to be!"

Ann sat down in a chair next to the mirror I been modeling tuxes in, and she started bawling. It was loud, and damn near hysterical. I tried to console her, but she was too far-gone to stop the burst of emotion that was coming from her body. All I could do was hold her...I didn't even bother to tell her everything was going to be okay, because I really didn't know if my saying that would make things better or worse.

She cried like that for at least five minutes before she started to gather herself. When she calmed down enough that she could formulate words, she was still catching her breath as she tried to talk. 

"N...Neil. I...I don't know what t...to do!" she sobbed.

"About what, babe? How can I help?"

"Y...you c...can't," she said...and she started crying again.

Marshall came back with a large glass of water, and Ann took it and drank it quickly, which seemed to help calm her down. He left again, but not before Ann thanked him through her teary eyes. 

"What's going on, Ann?" I asked.

She sighed and said, "I...I never realized it...but all my true friends are in California. Dana or Missy should be my maid of honor...but neither one of them are going to be here. In fact, I doubt any of my friends will be able to come to the wedding...that's why they had the shower for me before we left."

I hugged her again, and said, "I'm sure we'll come up with someone that makes sense."

"Well...I suppose I could ask Tina. And I think it would be great if Maria was in the wedding too, since I babysat both her and Matt...but that's just two people. If you need five to get the tux free..."

"Ann, your Dad and my Dad will need them...and if we have my brother and your brother be ushers..."

"Oh...WOW!" she said, suddenly smiling just a little. "I forgot about ushers!"

"See...it's not as bad as you think."

"Well...that is if Tina will do it. I mean, I've only known her..."

"Ann...you've said it yourself. She's like a sister to you."

"Yeah...but..."

"But what?"

"I don't know...I may feel a little strange. After all, I've had sex with her...and..."

"You've had sex with Dana and Missy too...what's the difference?"

Ann's hand flew over her mouth, and she started giggle as she blushed. "Oh my God...I am such a slut," she whispered as she leaned forward toward me.

"Yes...you are. But you're my slut."

Ann winked at me and said, "Yes...I am!"

"So, are you okay?"

Ann nodded, and when she stood up, Marshall came back. "Everything okay?" he asked.

"Yes...sorry about that," Ann said sheepishly.

"Don't fret, Ann. I've seen my share of emotional brides...its part of the territory. So...any idea, or am I poking around in an area..."

"We'll have at least six total, with Neil," Ann said with a grin.

"Great. Just get me a list and keep me in the loop."

"What if they live out of town?" I asked.

"We use a service. Tell me where they live, and we can tell them where to go to get fitted. Then we'll have the right size here waiting for them when they get here for the wedding," he said confidently.

"Wow...that's sounds easy."

"It's a little easier than the dress," he smiled.

And with that, Ann's eyes got wide again. 

~*~*~*~*~*~

It took me another ten minutes or so to get Ann calmed down, at least to the point where she wasn't crying. I had changed back into my jeans and T-shirt, and Marshall was busy apologizing to me as he wrote down all the information they'd taking during the fitting. 

"Neil...I am so sorry," he said for the fifth time.

"It's okay, Mr. Crawford. She's not usually like this."

"I shouldn't have said that, though. I just assumed she already had a dress picked out. Usually the bride picks out the gown before the groom gets the tuxes, so they compliment each other. And the wedding is all about the dress...so..."

"Well, we're not the kind of couple that tends to go the conventional route...leave it to us to put the cart before the horse."

"It's not that...it's not unheard of to do it the other way around. And I should have considered that...after all, you both just got back into town, and I know you're leaving soon. It makes sense to do it this way. I just..."

"Really, Mr. Crawford...it's okay. I'm not sure what's bothering Ann, but we'll deal with it. Don't take it personally."

"I'm not Neil. But that doesn't mean I don't feel bad about it."

On the way home, Ann was sitting in her seat, almost catatonic. I never bothered to ask her if she wanted to find that magical place for us to make love under the heavens. She wasn't in the right frame of mind, and I knew it. In fact, when I got her home, we just sat silently on the front porch, holding hands. Ann finally spoke after we'd been sitting there together for about twenty minutes.

"You're not mad, are you?"

"About what?" I asked.

"We didn't...we haven't..."

I kissed her on the cheek as I put my arm around her shoulder, holding her tight to me. "No...we haven't. And I couldn't be happier right now."

"Yeah, right. You must be so backed up, you're balls are going to fall off."

"I've told you before, it's not like I need sex every day."

"Well...maybe I do. And besides, I promised you I'd never let it get like this, and we're already having trouble."

"Ann, it would be different if we were living in the same house. Don't you think we'd have fucked every night when we got home? The problem isn't that we don't want to...the problem is we're not sleeping in the same bed. And the things we've been doing instead have been kind of important."

Ann nodded, and she smiled, letting me hold her in the cool evening breeze. "It would have been nice," Ann finally said as she looked up at the stars peeking out between the leaves of the big maple trees in her parent's front yard.

"This is nice too," I whispered.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Kevin and I were sitting at the desk as I worked with him on some of the more mundane parts of the job. Actually, he was sitting at the desk. I was sitting on a tall stool, looking down over his shoulder, just kind of watching him do what I'd been teaching him to do. And I was pretty pleased with what I was watching. With each passing hour of each passing day, I felt more and more confident that my father had chosen the right guy to take my place. I felt like I was leaving my department in more than capable hands.

Kevin had pretty much taken the reigns from me, trying to take what I showed him and incorporate it in his own style. He'd picked up so much more in a week than I could have hoped for; to the point that I was letting him pretty much do the job. He'd ask questions if he felt he was putting the department in a precarious spot, but those were now few and far between. I'd been worried about only having two weeks to train him, and he was ninety percent there in just one. Sure...we'd been working a lot of hours, but I was looking at the week ahead and thinking that I'd be able to spend my last week on the job working a more normal shift, and be able to start getting ready for MY new job.

Still, there were parts of the job that I was finding it very difficult to let go of. And one of them was answering the phone. The day to day operations of the department was still technically my responsibility, and so when the phone would ring, I would instinctively reach to answer it, not thinking that I needed to let Kevin do that instead. He had a great handle on his 'inside the plant' duties. It was his communication with the customers that he needed to practice, since that was something he really hadn't done before. And the only way to do that was to let him handle the calls as they came in. But when the phone rang, that didn't stop me from almost pulling a muscle as I fought to hold my position on the stool I was perched on.

Kevin let out a little laugh as he reached for the phone. "Are you okay?" 

"Yeah...still feels a little weird."

"You're doing better...you didn't reach that time," he snickered. Then he picked up the receiver and said, "This is Kevin." He listened for a second and handed the receiver to me. "It's for you."

"Hello?" I said as I stood up so I wouldn't pull the phone off the desk.

"Neil...it's Nancy. Ann is on line two, and she seems really upset."

"Upset? Why?"

"I don't know. We were just talking, and all of a sudden I could sense she was upset. I hope it wasn't something I said." 

"I'm sure it wasn't," I said, really not knowing what it was. I knew Ann had been uptight the last couple of days...but it could have been any one of a hundred things that could be making her upset at the moment. But based on the recent events of the week, I was certain it had something to do with the wedding. That or she'd had a spat with her mother. "Thanks, Nancy," I said as I hit the button to disconnect the line so I could pick up line two.

"Good morning, Neil Thomas," I said out of habit, even though I knew it was Ann.

Ann voice sounded almost frantic when she said, "Neil...I need you to meet me at Tina's!"

"What...when?"

"Right now! Can you do that?"

"Ann...are you okay?"

"No...meet me there...please!"

"Uh...okay. I'll be there in five minutes."

Before I could say anything else, the phone went dead. I stood there with the receiver in my hand, staring at it in disbelief as I held it in front of me.

"Everything okay?" Kevin asked.

"I'm not sure. That was Ann."

"Yeah...I gathered that. What's wrong?"

"I don't know, Kevin. I need to go...can you..."

"Don't worry about it, Neil. I've got everything covered. We've called all our customers...I have all the contact names. And we're not that swamped right now. Go..."

"You sure?"

"Family comes first," he smiled, picking up my car keys off the desk, handing them to me. "Take your time...I'll hold down the fort 'til you get back."

"Thanks Kevin," I said as I handed him the phone and headed out the door. 

~*~*~*~*~*~

Less than five minutes later, I was walking down the sidewalk of Main Street, having parked my car just down the street from Tina's shop. And I was walking briskly, worried about what was going on. And at the same time, I was wondering why I was going to Tina's. 

"None of this makes any sense," I muttered under my breath. "What in the world is making Ann so crazy lately...I've never seen her like this."

And I hadn't. She seemed to be on an emotional roller coaster the last few days, and I wasn't sure what was causing all of it. Was it the wedding? Was it the fact that we hadn't fucked since we'd been home? Was it something else that she wasn't letting on about? My stomach was doing flip-flops when I opened the front door to Tina's shop. And that alone was strange. I couldn't remember the last time I'd entered through the front of the building.

I hadn't seen Ann's car parked on the street, so when I walked in, I half expected Tina to ask me why I was there. Instead, she came running up to me, and took me by the hand.

"Ann's in the back, Neil," she said with a concerned look on her face.

"Is she okay...what's wrong? And why is she here?"

"It's bad, Neil. I finally told her to call you," Tina said dragged me through the shop quickly, opening the door to the back room...or her office, whichever way you looked at it. 

It was only then that Tina broke into a smile, as she pointed over towards the black leather couch she and I had used dozens of times for our special booty calls before I'd met Ann...and a couple of times afterwards, at Ann's urging.

"Ann's here for the same reason you came here so often...either when I called you, or you called me. Don't be too loud...I've got customers," she laughed as she pushed me farther into the room before closing the door behind her on the way out.

My jaw dropped as I looked at Ann, sitting on the couch as she waited for me. She stood up and walked across the floor in her red stilettos, sliding her naked body up against me sexily as her hand found my growing cock through my jeans.

"Interesting outfit," I said with a grin.

"I thought you'd like it. I thought about wearing something that I got at my bachelorette party, but I didn't want to give you the wrong impression."

"And what impression would that be?"

"I know you don't have a lot of time...and I didn't want you to think there was going to be a lot of foreplay, or that we're going to make love. I wanted you to know from the start that I just need you to fuck the shit out of me, baby. And I need you to do it right now."

And with that, Ann started unbuckling my belt. I pulled off my shirt while she unbuttoned my jeans and lowered the zipper. I was naked a moment later, and I lifted Ann off the floor, scooped her legs up as I cradled her in my arms.

"How do you want it, babe...it's your choice."

"Why is it MY choice?" she giggled.

"That's how it works. You called me. When Tina called me from here, she knew what she wanted. And if I called her, I knew what I wanted. So...you must know what you what...what is it?"

"Mmm...I want it from behind, and I want it very hard, and very fast," she said almost immediately.

I walked her over to the front of the couch and playfully threw her onto the cushions. Ann let out a little scream, but she quickly put her hand over her mouth, knowing she was going to have to keep quiet. She flipped over onto her knees, leaning her elbows on the arm of the couch as she looked over her shoulder and wiggled her ass. As I got on the cushion behind her, I could see how wet her pussy was. In fact, it was already partially opened, waiting for me to stuff my fat cock inside.

"Don't be shy baby. Shove that big thing in me hard and deep!" she said as she looked at me over her shoulder with her half-closed eyes. I grabbed Ann's hips, and slammed forward, burying my cock to my balls on the first thrust. Ann let out a low groan and said, "OH...GOD YES!"

And I had to agree. It had been way too long. While in reality, it had only been five days, it seemed more like a month since Ann and I had fucked. I started moving back and forth, taking long, strong strokes in and out of her cunt. Ann kept looking over her left shoulder, watching me...pleading with me in a hushed tone to fuck her harder and harder.

She almost sounded desperate, and her cries and whines for me to jam my cock even deeper inside her made me smile. Well...grin. A naughty grin, to be specific...and I dug my fingers into her ass as I started hammering her harder. I could see the sides of her breasts start to fly back and forth, jiggling from the force of my thrusts. Shortly after, Ann put her hands on the arm of the couch and used them to push her body back into mine, making our groins meet more violently, the wet smacking sounds filling the room.

I wondered for just a moment if the walls were thin, and if the women on the other side of it could hear my balls slapping up against Ann's wet pussy. I wondered if they could hear the sound of Ann's little grunts and whimpers as I pounded her cunt the way she wanted me to. I even wondered if Tina had to explain the sounds of wild, animalistic sex coming from her office. 

That last thought made me smile. I'd fucked in Tina's office dozens and dozens of times, most of them on that very couch. And in almost every one of those instances, it was a wild, hard fuck. That's the way Tina loved her sex, and when I was with her, I fed off of that energy. It was the only way I really loved to have sex with her...and now that I was doing the same thing with Ann there, it all seemed so perfect. It was like that room demanded I fuck Ann that way. Or maybe it was the couch.

Ann said as much as I plowed deeper into her pussy, making her upper body slump down again, leaning over the arm of the big soft leather sofa. "We need to get one of these for our house," she moaned.

"One of what?" I said as I leaned forward, pressing my sweaty body against hers.

"A leather couch, baby...they seem to bring out the beast in you."

"Me? You're the one that wanted me to fuck you like this."

"True...but I think we both needed to fuck today. And this couch...it's just like the one we fucked on in California. I really think we need to get one," she grinned. And then she groaned, as I leaned down farther, wedging my cock deeper into her pussy as I bit at her neck.

My hands moved under her body, finding her tits. Ann's collarbone was against the edge of the arm of the couch, her own arms hanging over the side...which meant her tits were just hanging there, bouncing against the side of the leather arm itself. When my fingers found her nipples...she squirmed at first, before getting visibly excited. She turned her head looking back at me with her glossy eyes.

"Do it, Neil...pull my nipples. Pull them!"

I pinched them hard, and pulled down on them both at the same time, stretching her tits. And I didn't let go, holding them there like that as I pushed my fat cock back and forth inside Ann's tight wet cunt. She turned her head back and bit into the leather of the arm, growling as she started to cum on my shaft.

It was warm, and wet, and slick...and it was fucking hot, just like Ann. The whole idea of fucking her at Tina's, while I was supposed to be working, had me worked up. But after a week of continually finding ways not to be able to fuck, it was perfect that Ann found a way to make sure we did. And with her cumming hard, I knew I wasn't too far behind.

Two minutes later, I pawed at her tits, grabbing them hard in hands as I slammed deep into her one last time. My balls lurched up, and I started spewing my load inside her dripping pussy. I let out a growl of my own, and fell forward onto Ann, my full body weight landing on her back.

"God...I love feeling you cum inside me, baby," Ann said in a kind of soft, low moan.

I squeezed Ann's tit's again as I finished spurting, holding her close as I pawed at her flesh. "I love feeling you underneath me...especially like this," I whispered into her ear.

"Like what?"

"From behind. It makes me feel so...so..."

"Mmm...powerful," Ann said, finishing my sentence with a loving tone to her voice.

"I don't know about...powerful. I was thinking more along the line of...well...maybe it IS powerful."

"You bet your tight, muscular ass it is. When you're taking me from behind, fucking me like that, it makes me feel small and vulnerable...and then when you lay on top of me like this afterwards, it makes me feel protected. It's like we're animals mating, baby. You fuck me, and then you look out for me...I love it. I've missed you so much this week."

I laughed and said, "Ann...we've been together every day."

"Not like this. I miss feeling your skin against mine."

"Hmm...me too, Ann. And I'd love to stay this way...but I've got to get back to work."

"I know...go ahead. I'm going to stay here for a while."

I pulled out of Ann, my cock shiny and slick with our combined cum. I started getting dressed, while Ann moved back onto the couch, lying there with her cute little ass kind of sticking up into the air.

"You're really going to just stay there like that?" I asked.

"Yeah...Tina said I could be by myself for a while after you left."

"Really...why?"

"Because I asked her if I could, silly."

"Again...why? And why am I silly?"

"Well, I guess you're not really silly. The reason I asked is I like being naked for a while after we have sex, and I didn't want to get dressed right away. This feels better to me. Besides, this is how I want you to remember me."




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 68



"Do you have everything you need?" Ann asked as she stood next to the open hatch of my car in the drizzle.

"Everything except you," I said in a melancholy tone that matched the dour weather.

It was a lousy day. The morning had dawned, barely. It was gray, cold and breezy, with a steady light rain falling. And that was looking like the best part of my day.

"Aw...it'll be okay, Neil. We won't be apart that long...I promise. I'll be out in just a few weeks, okay?" Ann said as she gently rubbed her hand against my cheek.

"Well, it would be a lot easier if I hadn't gone the last week without sex. That means it's going to be a month," I said with a pout.

"If you want, we can go down to Tina's shop on your way out of town. I finally finished my period late last night...and I'm sure she'd let us use her office again," Ann said, taking a hold of my hand.

Ann had come over to help me load up the car, and to see me off. I was heading out to West Virginia to start my new job that coming Monday. I decided to leave on Saturday, in case something happened along the way. I didn't like the idea of driving out on Sunday, and having some kind of unforeseen car trouble, or major detour, or whatever, that might make me late for my first day on the job. Besides, I figured I'd need a day to get settled and somewhat acclimated...I wanted to drive around and learn the area a little better so I'd know what was where in case I needed anything.

So, Ann helped me load up, carrying my bags out of the house through the garage to my car. Since I didn't park in the garage, we were outside in the rain. I suppose I could have moved one of my parent's cars, but that seemed like too much trouble. And it wasn't that big of a deal, since most of the time we were under the open hatch of the Nissan as I stuffed my things into the car.

I'd already said goodbye to my parents inside the house, knowing that I had everything I was taking with me. They'd stayed in the house, wanting Ann and me to be able to say goodbye in private, which was sweet of them. I'd said goodbye to Ann's parents the night before, at a celebratory cookout they'd had for Ann and me with some good friends...and they went so far as to invite my parents over, which was a wonderful gesture. But now, I was saying goodbye to Ann, and I was having a hard time with it. 

I knew she was serious about going to the hair salon for a little fun, but it wasn't really practical. First of all, it was early on Saturday morning, and Tina's shop wouldn't open for another couple of hours. Secondly, it was early October, and the days were getting shorter as it was. Add to that the weather forecast I'd watched the night before, calling for the same rainy conditions all the way to the East Coast, and I was looking at a nine-hour drive that was going to be anything but fun. If I was going to have to do that, I at least wanted to do it when there was some semblance of light outside. 

"I really wish you never would have brought that up," I said, thinking selfishly. "You know I need to get going soon."

Ann looked at me, her eyes showing their disappointment in how I was acting. Still, she didn't get pissed or angry with me. But she did let me know how she felt, and rightfully so. "You know, it's not like I'm not going to go without sex too, Neil."

"I know," I said as I stared at the cracks in the concrete of my parent's driveway, trying to hide a little of my shame for acting so selfish. Of course, it didn't help that I was also looking at Ann's sexy black stilettos. She was wearing a very cute tan raincoat that came down to mid-thigh, which covered her outfit, but showed off her beautiful tanned legs.

"And it's also not like I haven't taken care of you, baby," she said, almost scolding me. "I know I had a really hard menstrual cycle this time...like I told you all along, they usually only last 4 or 5 days, and this one was ridiculous. But...I do have one like this once a year or so. Even with that, I still gave you handjobs AND blowjobs."

"I know, babe. I know."

"And I want you to know that I loved doing that for you, baby...I honestly loved it as much as you enjoyed me doing it for you. But...I haven't cum since last Friday, Neil. And YOU have...a LOT!"

"I know, Ann. I'm sorry I'm acting like a jerk. I just don't want to go. Well...that's not true. I just want you to come with me. Look, it's not that I don't appreciate what you did for me this week. I love that you took care of me...and I know it was harder on you than it was on me because you didn't get to cum. But it's not just about the sex, Ann. It's more about connecting with you."

"It's not just about connecting, Neil. It's about the SEX, and you know it," she giggled.

"Okay...fine. It is about the sex...somewhat. I feel like every time that we get close to each other, we end up having to be apart again. I mean, we have our first week together, and then we're apart for three months. Then we have another amazing week driving home, and we spend the next week living apart and only being together one time. After that, you get your period, and it's another week...but instead being able to be together, I have to drive to West Virginia, and we'll spend three more weeks apart. It's just so..."

Ann put her finger over my lips, smiling sweetly at me, even though I was being an idiot at the moment. The way she was lovingly touching my arm as she looked into my eyes practically made me melt in the misty rain. She didn't care that I was being stupid. She saw through how I was acting, and knew that I loved her...and that was what I was really going to miss more than anything...that daily feeling of being with her in the moment.

"I know how you feel, Neil. I feel the same way. This is happening to both of us...not just you. But it's three weeks...not three months. We can do that...you know it, and I know it."

"It'll be four weeks, Ann," I said, reminding her of what she already knew, and fulfilling my overwhelming need to be ridiculously literal in the process.

Ann reached into the pocket of her raincoat and pulled out a little chain, letting it dangle from her fingers. On the end of it was a silver key, swaying back and forth. She smiled and said, "Not if you wouldn't be in such a hurry to leave town."

"Hurry...Ann, you know I have a lot of driving ahead of me, and it's going to be in bad weather. It's probably going to take me longer than nine hours as it is. And...w...what's that?" I said, finally focusing on the key moving in front of my face as she smiled sexily at me.

"It's the key to the back door of Sexy Styles," she said, referring to Tina's hair salon.

"W...why do you have the key to Tina's shop?"

Ann opened up the front of her raincoat, flashing me her sexy naked body, and said, "In case you happen to change your mind."

~*~*~*~*~*~

Driving around the Northeast side of Columbus, Ohio on the I-270 beltway, I kept my eyes out for cops. I was following another one of my Father's many bits of advice, in this case, a warning cultivated from his years of traveling as part of sales for Beck Manufacturing. And the advice in question had to do with police and state troopers in Ohio, particularly around Columbus. 

He'd said that Ohio in general had more police patrolling the highways, on the lookout for speeders. And they had a reputation for pulling over cars from out of state. Sure enough, I'd already passed two along the side of the multilane beltway, lights flashing as they wrote a ticket in the rain. And I'd passed two more police cruisers parked on the side of the road, running their radar. Not that I had anything to worry about...I'd been running over the speed limit, but only by 4 to 5 miles per hour the entire way. I was one of the slower cars on the road, not wanting to push it on the wet pavement. I was already over two hours behind where I thought I'd be when I'd gotten up, and there was no sense trying to make up that much time by speeding on wet roads.

Yet, even though I wasn't going fast enough to get pulled over, that still didn't stop me from checking my speed often, and looking for signs of a speed trap. It was already a habit when I traveled in areas I wasn't that familiar with, and Dad's words of caution were fresh on my mind. As I passed yet another trooper hidden behind an embankment next to an overpass, I nodded and smiled to myself.

Of course, you couldn't wipe the grin off my face with a sandblaster. I'd been smiling every mile since I'd started out on my trip. It was a far cry from the gloomy mood I'd been in to start my day. Suddenly, the weather outside didn't seem so bad, and whenever I ended up making it to my final destination didn't seem to matter. I'd get there whenever I go there, but I'd be happy along the way. Ann had a way of lifting my spirits...and flashing me her naked body in hopes of convincing me to stay just a little longer may have had something to do with it this time.

I hugged the inside line, banking my car along the cloverleaf of the exchange between the beltway and I-70, heading east. As I punched the gas and shifted into third, my Nissan took off, and soon I was back to cruising along just a little beyond posted speeds. I settled in, knowing there was a still a long way to go...and as I listened to a Chicago's Greatest Hits cassette, I thought about Ann.

Oddly, what came to mind first wasn't how I'd left her at Tina's shop. I was thinking about the previous time that I'd left Ann there...heading back to work that Friday after we fucked each other on that magical black couch. Ann was lounging on the cushions that morning, her ass raised up in the air a little, and I'd just spanked her ass playfully. And from there, my thoughts shifted to the NEXT time I'd seen her after that.

I'd left Tina's that day hoping at the time that what we'd just done was going to be the launch into an amazing weekend. But Ann had warned me that she would be starting her period soon. And it turned out that she knew her body pretty well; she started it just an hour or so later. What neither of us really knew at the time was just how much that was going to change our next week together. Ann had told me she was due for a hard period, since she hadn't had one in a long time. But even she was surprised at how bad it was. She'd told me that her normal ones usually lasted 4 to 5 days, and the 'hard' one was usually a day longer. This one was different from the start. 

I picked up Ann after I got off of work, and she'd told me the bad news when I took her over to my parent's house for dinner. Halfway though our meal, she said she wasn't feeling very well. I ended up taking her home around 7:30, and I didn't see her at all on Saturday. She'd woken up Saturday morning feeling even worse from cramping all night, and ended up spending the day in bed. And that, apparently, wasn't something she'd ever had happen before. 

By Sunday, Ann was feeling a little better, and we tried to make the best of the day. I was open to just hanging out at her parent's house. But Ann wanted to get out and get some fresh air.

We ended up going to an auction, urged to go by her mother, Jean. Jean worked part time on some of her weekends as a cashier for a guy that ran an auction company, and she said there was a nice one on the outskirts of town that was concluding on Sunday afternoon. Ann and I really didn't want to go...but Jean said that maybe we could find some deals on some things for the house, and since Ann wanted to get out anyway, we went, more out of trying to appease Jean than anything else.

It was a gray day, overcast and a little windy. But that likely meant there would be less people to deal with, so Ann and I took her Dad's pickup truck and headed out to a big farm west of town. The auction was for a husband and wife that were selling their farmhouse and land, and retiring to Florida. So, not only were they selling the farm equipment, they decided to sell the rest of their possessions and start over buying new things instead of paying to move them. All of the farm related items, along the land and the house, were part of the auction on Saturday. So, there were only the household possessions that were left to bid on on Sunday.

Jean persuaded us to come out, in part because she'd seen all of the things that were going to be sold the day before. Ann wasn't looking forward to it, because she figured it was going to be nothing but antiques and 'old people' furniture, as she called it. In truth, she was more concerned it was all going to be a country motif like her Mom loved...and Ann had more of a contemporary flair.

But Jean had said there were a lot of eccentric things that were going to be sold off, and that intrigued Ann enough that she asked if I'd go. I had nothing better to do...I just wanted to spend some time with her, and since I'd never been to an auction before, it seemed like fun. So, Ann and I had lunch together at the Dairy Queen, and then we headed out to see what kind of treasures we could find.

"There's a lot of stuff here," Ann said as we walked around between the rows of items they had all over the front lawn and the driveway of the old farmhouse. 

"Anything catch your eye?" I asked, knowing that most of the things I was looking at weren't anything that would interest Ann...or me for that matter.

"Not really. Mom means well, but she just doesn't understand that what she sees as traditional, I see as tacky."

"I wonder what she meant by 'eccentric' then."

"Probably that lamp over there," Ann said with a laugh as she pointed to a tall floor lamp that had a gaudy green velour lampshade, complete with fringe on it.

"Hmm...I bet we can win that bid, babe. What do you say...our bedroom?"

"Ha...not if you think you're getting laid in that room."

"Ooh...uh...never mind, then," I said quickly, drawing another laugh.

Ann took my arm, pulling me close to her. She stood up on her toes, and kissed me on the cheek. "Aw...baby. You know I'd never do that to you. I'll never cut you off, I promise."

I arched my eyebrow and said, "I have your word on that?"

"Yes," she grinned. "In fact, I even plan on taking care of you while I'm on my period."

Arching my other eyebrow this time, I said, "So...I get to fuck your ass?" Ann stopped in her tracks, her eyes like a deer caught in my headlights, and her mouth opened a little. She was shocked by what I'd said, and I could tell she was fumbling with how to answer. "Ann...I was just kidding...it's..."

"Neil, I'm not sure I can do that," she said, cutting me off.

"I was saying, it's okay. We don't have to do anything. Okay?"

"No...I'm taking care of you. I want to. I'm just not sure I can do that. To be honest, I never really thought of it. Maybe it would be okay...but I'd want to be at home in our bed. I couldn't just do that anywhere. I'll have to think about it."

"Don't. I don't want you thinking about it and letting it ruin our day. I want to have fun."

"Thinking about having sex with you IS fun. And it's not going to ruin our day if I make you cum somehow," she winked. "I just need to think about letting you fuck me in the ass. But you're right...now's not the time to worry about that. Let's find something to buy, so Mom won't think she had us show up for nothing."

"We don't have to buy...we just have to bid. That way we look like we tried."

"That sounds great, until we end up with something we absolutely hate just to act like we were trying."

"Aw...where's your sense of adventure. Besides, I'm sure there's something here we can find that we both actually like."

"Or, we end up with that lamp by accident," she laughed.

Ann and I looked around...and around. We looked for almost a half hour, and we didn't see anything at all that caught our eye. But when Jean came by to tell us the auction was about to start, and she handed us a numbered paddle, Ann didn't have the heart to tell her we'd be leaving. Instead, we stood in the small crowd, watching as the auctioneer started with the first item up for bid. 

I looked at Ann, who batted her eyes and said, "I'm sorry baby."

"Sorry...about what?"

"Making us stay. I just...well...I have to live with her," she said, referring to Jean. "And things are actually going pretty well right now. I don't want to do anything that will change that. You don't mind, do you?"

"Nope. I told you, I'm just happy to be with you," I smiled.

"Hmm...you're being kind. But I love you for it," she said as she kissed me on the cheek.

So, Ann and I stood in the breeze, huddled together to stay warm as we watched item after item being auctioned off. And we stayed there...waiting and hoping that something might come up onto the little platform that would make our patience and, well...blind faith pay off. Or...as Ann said after about 45 minutes, she hoped we'd be struck by a moment of fate.

Roughly ten minutes later, that moment came. I was gazing off to the left, looking at the gray horizon over a grove of trees in the middle of the farm, when I felt Ann move quickly. I turned to see her eyes beaming and a smile on her face. Oh...and her right hand in the air, holding up our paddle.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Bidding," she said as she lowered the paddle and waited.

"On what?" I asked, not thinking to look for myself. I was stunned...not just that she was trying to buy something, but that she was even paying attention at all at that point.

But Ann was enthusiastic. "On that," she said as she raised her arm again, now agreeing to pay $50 for the item on the auction block at the time.

Less than a minute later, before I could really get a grasp of what she was bidding on, Ann was jumping up and down with excitement. So much so, that she turned and jumped into my arms, kissing me wildly. It was an odd reaction for me having to part with $80 dollars, but I kissed her back, feeling her tongue in the process.

"That was SO exciting!" Ann said as she broke off our sexy kiss.

"What did we just buy, babe?" I asked, bewildered by the entire series of events, and how quickly it all had just happened.

"You'll see! Come on...let's go pay Mom and take it home!"

~*~*~*~*~*~

Home, as it turns out, was her parent's garage, where most of her belongings were currently residing in neatly stacked corrugated cartons. Ann had gotten out of the truck and opened the garage door with the keypad mounted on the side of the house. As I was backing down the driveway, she was standing at the edge of the garage motioning me backwards...and that made me laugh out loud. So loud, she heard me through the open window of the truck.

"What's so funny?" she asked.

"It's a pickup truck, Ann. I'm not parking a plane."

"I know...but sometimes when people back up in a truck, they can't tell how big it is. I'm just trying to help."

"I know, babe. And I love you for it. Just step to the side, and I'll back into the garage, okay?"

"Alright," she said, shrugging her shoulders. She stepped out of the garage, into the grass next to the driveway, and I gunned the engine, whipping the tail of Chevy Silverado into the small single car garage in one quick movement. When I hopped out of the cab, still sticking out of the garage, she looked at me wide-eyed. "Wow...where'd you learn to do that?"

I laughed again and said, "I told you, Ann. I used to have a chauffeur's license. I used to drive big trucks for the plant."

"When did you tell me that?"

"Right before I drove a limo so you could have sex with Molly...remember?"

"Oh...yeah," Ann said with a giggle.

I opened the tailgate and looked at our purchase, and shook my head again. "So...NOW will you tell me why we bought this?" I asked.

"Since you brought up the subject...yeah."

Puzzled by what she'd just said, I looked at Ann and said, "Subject? What subject?" 




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 68



"You know," Ann said in her sexiest voice. She stepped forward and cupped my balls through my jeans, squeezing them lightly as she stared into my eyes. Her eyes betrayed the naughty thought she was having as she finished her thought. "Sex!"

~*~*~*~*~*~

"So...what do you think?" Ann said as we stared inside.

"It's pretty big...is it too big? We don't have that much stuff," I answered, shaking my head a little.

"Do you LIKE it?" Ann said, trying to keep me on target. "I want to know."

While I wasn't sure at first, when I looked at it from Ann's point of view, it really was pretty cool. Actually, it was cool from the very beginning. I was just a little surprised that Ann saw it that way too. But when she told me why she wanted it, well...it all made perfect sense.

Ann had bid on an antique trunk. It was big, with the large, humped lid. The outside was black, with brass hardware; while the inside was covered with a deep maroon cloth that had gold stitching. It was soft and plush, and gave it an old, used look. Resting in the top of the trunk when you opened it was a custom built, removable tray that fit down inside. It was kind of like what you'd find inside a jewelry box. Well, a really large jewelry box. It had a dozen or so partitioned compartments that were designed for storage of smaller items. And when you lifted out the tray, there was the bigger storage area underneath. 

One of the features I liked the most wasn't actually a part of the trunk itself. It was the original antique brass lock and key. It was big, and heavy, and it gave the trunk its authenticity. It made it look more like a treasure chest, rather than just a trunk. And Ann was thinking the same way...but her idea of treasure was a little different than most. 

I smiled and put my arm around Ann. "Actually, I love it...it just seems a little big for what you have in mind."

"I know, Neil. But like I said, I'm thinking ahead. I know we don't have enough bedroom toys to fill it now. But we're going to be married a long, long time. I like the idea of finding more down the line to fill our toy chest."

I laughed at Ann's reference, calling the new trunk our 'toy chest'. But I also got excited, thinking about using it just that way. "Well, it will certainly keep our toys hidden from the kids."

"See! Now you're thinking ahead too! Besides, I also think it will be cool to be able to say that the first possession we ever bought together was the toy chest for our bedroom! That just seems so right to me."

"Ha...yeah. That seems pretty perfect to me too, babe," I said as I kissed her forehead.

~*~*~*~*~*~

As I drove down Interstate 70 in Eastern Ohio, I thought about how Ann had decided to, in her words, 'christen' our new piece of furniture. She grabbed an old beach towel off a shelf in her Father's garage, and placed it on top of the trunk. Then she straddled it, sitting on the big hump, with her feet on either side of it. Motioning me over with her finger, she had me stand in front of her, and I knew what she wanted. But that didn't stop her from telling me anyway.

"I'm going to suck those big balls dry now baby...right here in the garage. Will you be comfortable standing there, or do we need to do this someplace else?"

It was nice of Ann to ask, but she wasn't waiting for an answer. As she finished asking, my cock was already out of my jeans, her fingers having extricated it from inside the tight denim with ease. When she finished placing the question mark on the end of her sentence, she slipped the head past her lips, smiling as she felt me harden to my full girth and length inside her mouth. I suppose, in a way, that was her answer. I had no intention of telling her we needed to move somewhere else...I was thrilled to be right where I was.

And right where I was...was in the open garage. Sure, I'd backed her Dad's truck up to the opening, and it was big enough to block us from view. But there was still something about Ann giving me a blowjob right there in the middle of the day. I kept an ear out for the familiar sound of my car, which I'd traded with Marlin so he could go golfing. Even though it wasn't that nice of a day, he had a foursome set up, and he headed out right about when we did for the auction. So, in reality, we probably had a couple of hours to ourselves...but I had no idea of knowing that for sure. He could always decide to just play nine, and call it a day a lot earlier.

Ann didn't seem to care. She wasn't interested in giving me a quick sexual release. She was licking my shaft and balls, making the experience last, and last. And it did. Ann sucked me for close to a half-hour, before I emptied my balls onto her tongue and down her throat. I came holding her head as she giggled, tasting my load. And then she stood up and kissed me, making me taste a little of it before she broke off the kiss and hugged me hard, thanking me for letting her not only buy the trunk, but letting her break it in properly.

"Thank YOU," I said breathlessly as my still hard cock pressed against her shirt.

"You're welcome, lover. But just so you know, the first chance we get when we get our stuff to our new house, you're bending me over this and fucking me on it, okay?"

"Ah...yeah. Of course, you may have to remind me a couple of times. I might forget something like that," I said with a laugh as I rolled my eyes a little.

"Hmm...well, would it help you remember if I told you I want you to tie me up when you do it?"

"WHAT...really? I thought we weren't going to be doing that very often?"

"We aren't."

"But..."

"Neil, by the time we get to do it, it will be a couple of months from now, after we've gotten married, and we've moved all of our stuff to West Virginia to live. That gives us both all that time to work up to it...and to look forward to it."

"Sounds like you're looking forward to it now," I smiled.

"Mmm...not really. Not right now, at least. But I do like the idea of having to commit to it. That kind of turns me on, knowing that I'll get to be your love slave again someday in the future."

"Someday? What does 'the first chance we get' mean? That could really mean anytime after we get there...because we're both going to be busy. And something like that's going to take time. Maybe I should just fuck you over it, and..."

"You know...you're right," Ann said as she thought about it for a second.

"See...let's just fuck...and then we can..."

"No...that's not what I meant. I want to be committed to it...I want to have a specific day in mind. That not only gives us something to look forward to...it makes it...hotter."

"A day...what day?"

"Sunday. We've already committed to Sunday's, baby. Why do you think I wanted to suck you off so bad just now? I told you all along, we're going to make Sunday our day, no matter what. Like right now, I'm on my period, but I want to make you happy, okay?"

That wasn't something I was going to argue, so I nodded and said, "Okay."

"Good...and we're not done today. You're cumming again before the day is over. Now...about what we were talking about a second ago...the first full Sunday we have after our stuff arrives, I'm going to be your love slave. Are you okay with that?"

"Well, sure, I guess I can get in the mood by then. But what if you're on your period again?" I asked, since it was fresh on my mind from what she'd just said.

"We can make it the next week, and I'll just keep you satisfied in other ways. But who knows...maybe by then I'll have warmed up to the idea of you fucking my ass when I'm on my period. I'm not comfortable with that right now...but I could always change my mind, I suppose."

"The next week would be fine, Ann. Or maybe I just make you do it both weekends, and I make you do different things the first one," I said with an evil laugh.

Ann let out a little shiver at first...and then she smiled. Grabbing my flaccid cock, she shook it up and down like it was my hand, and she said, "Deal!"

~*~*~*~*~*~

That was the first of a week full of blowjobs, and handjobs that Ann gave me to 'relieve' my stress, including again that night, when she gave me another, quicker blowjob in my car when I drove us to get some dessert after dinner with her folks. And while there was a lot of stress at work, trying to button things up for Kevin, and in an indirect way, for my Dad too, Ann seemed more interested in relieving my balls of their sperm as often as she could.

The stress at work was tolerable, but it was there nonetheless. I'd spent a great deal of time on Monday and Tuesday, working with my newest customer, setting things up so that everything would go smoothly. With the agreements made, and the contract signed, I still had to set up a customer file, and establish the customer requirements for the people in production. And, I had to confirm the first few orders, while making sure all of the rebate procedures were in place for the billing department, to make sure there wouldn't be any snafus once orders started rolling in, which would be the week after I was gone.

But the main thing I had to do was sell them on Kevin. That might have been hard, but what eased the concerns of the customer was when I told them my Dad was overseeing the transition within the department, and that he would know my number, and how to get in touch with me if anything came up. It was a quick, subtle point...one I actually mentioned in passing, but it caught the attention of Dennis, my contact, when I told him Monday afternoon.

"You're...going to help out your old company? That's a little odd, don't you think?" Dennis asked.

"Not really. I wouldn't have it any other way. He's still my Dad, Dennis. I'd have a hard time looking him in the eye during Holiday's if I screwed him over by not answering any questions he might have. Besides, I'm leaving on good terms, and I intend to keep it that way. Not burning any bridges, if you know what I mean," I laughed.

"Wow...well, then I guess I shouldn't worry," he said confidently.

"Nope...Kevin's going to do a great job for you, Dennis. In a week, you won't even know I was here."

"Yes...I will. I was really looking forward to working with you, Neil...but I'm happy for you and Ann. Thanks for everything."

"You too, Dennis. You're sending me out on a good note." 

And he was...the department was in capable hands, and the stage was set for it to really flourish. But that didn't mean there wasn't work yet to be done the rest of the week. And it also didn't mean there wasn't some stress involved, but not as much as Ann was making it out to be. Still, when I went over to her parent's house that Monday night, she insisted that I must have been tense from all the hard work I'd done. 

We'd had a nice, leisurely dinner with her parents, and afterward, Marlin announced that he was going to out to work in his garden. Jean said she was going to clean up in the kitchen, and then she said she was going over to Karen's house around the corner meet her for their nightly walk. Ann got up from the table and held out her hand, saying she wanted to go downstairs and watch a movie...and she wondered if I wanted to join her.

Five minutes later, we were in her parents' basement, curled up together on their old couch under a blanket, watching some action flick that didn't really interest either one of us. But it was on, and we were together in the dark watching it. What did interest me was that Ann's hand had slipped inside the front of my shorts, and she'd pulled out my cock. And what interested her was how long she could stroke my cock without letting me cum. She whispered in my ear that she was going to try and make me last during the whole movie...and she did.

By the time the end credits started rolling on the screen ninety minutes later, my cock was so hard I could have pounded a nail with it. Ann was giggling as she took the blanket off of us, and got down on her knees in front of me on the couch.

"W...what about your parents?" I asked, suddenly acting like a nervous teenager.

"I asked them to leave us alone for a couple of hours...so relax," Ann said as she winked at me.

"But..."

"Ssshhh," she said as she gripped the base of my cock. "It's okay...they actually were cool with it. Of course, they think we're just kissing."

"Ann!" I said, now more nervous than ever.

"Relax, Neil. We are kissing. Well...I am," she said as she planted her lips on the head of my cock, making it twitch even more...along with a heavy flow of pre-cum that was seeping out. "Besides, you're going to be cumming in seconds," she giggled.

Ann ran her tongue up the underside of my cock a couple of times, and then she just started licking the head that way. She was pressing her tongue hard, licking very slowly from just below the head, to the very tip. Her left hand gripped my shaft, while her right cupped my balls. And in less than a minute, my hips bucked up slightly. Ann smiled and latched her mouth over my head, holding it still as I pumped my load past her amazing, full lips.

"Mmm...that was good. I can't wait until tomorrow," Ann said as she finished sucking me dry and tucking my cock back inside my shorts.

"What's tomorrow?" I asked, my body still shaking from what she'd just done to me.

"I get to make you cum again," she smiled. "I've already been thinking about how I can do that for you...tomorrow, and the rest of the week."

Ann did just that. After work Tuesday, she gave me another blowjob; this time outdoors. We'd driven to the park, and gone for a long walk...and Ann pulled me into a hidden area we'd found behind a storage building. It was quick and energetic on Ann's part, the complete opposite of what she'd done the day before. She tried to see how fast she could get me off. 

Wednesday, Ann got me off quickly again, jacking me off vigorously into her glass of tea as she pulled me into the spare bedroom of my parents house while they were outside on the back patio after our dinner. Five minutes later, she was sipping that same glass of tea on the patio as she talked with my Mom about wedding plans, smiling at me sexily as I tried to act like that was perfectly normal.

On Thursday, Ann decided that I was doubly stressed, because she not only sucked me dry when I met her for lunch at her parent's place, she also blew me in the car on the way home from a trip to the mall in Fort Wayne that evening. And while all of those were fantastic, what had me hard while I was daydreaming as I was drove through Zanesville, Ohio, was what Ann had done on Friday.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Friday was my last day of work at Beck Manufacturing, and it was a bittersweet day for me. On the one hand, I was extremely proud of my accomplishments at Beck, and how I was leaving my department in particular. I'd worked my ass off for seven years, working my way up through the company, and I hoped, leaving my mark in a positive way. And that work paid off in an opportunity with my new employer, which I was really excited about in a lot of ways. 

But as I drove to work that day for the very last time, it started sinking in that I was leaving...forever. And that actually made me feel a little sad. I'd be leaving a job I liked, and some dear friends and co-workers that I truly loved. Sure, there were a lot of people that had looked at me with a little jealousy, thinking I'd gotten things handed to me because of my Father and his title. But the last two weeks, a lot of them came to see the truth, and I'd gotten many warm responses and encouraging words, and even a handful of apologies. 

It was obvious when I pulled into the parking lot that it was going to be a really hard day for me emotionally. Those feelings were confirmed as soon as I walked through the employee entrance next to my office, and I saw the department decorated with balloons and streamers, and a large banner wishing me good luck. My employees were lined up, waiting for me to arrive, and as soon as I came into view, they began clapping. 

As I walked down the line, greeting each member of my team, including Kevin and Tommy...and my Dad, I received the first of what would become a day full of hugs and handshakes. In truth, I did get some work done...a couple of hour's worth in fact. But the rest of the day was going to be kind of a goodbye tour, encouraged by my Dad. He told me I should take the afternoon and go from department to department, and say my goodbyes if I felt I needed to.

I didn't get to go out for lunch with Ann, because my employees threw a little party during the lunch time, actually going so far at to have a little pot luck dinner in my honor. So I had to call Ann to let her know that I wasn't going to be able to make it. She sounded disappointed at first, until I told her why. Then, her mood suddenly changed, which didn't surprise me. 

"How are you holding up?" she said, sounding concerned.

"Okay, I guess. Why?"

"Because I remember how hard it was for me, baby. I'm sure it hasn't been an easy day."

"No...it hasn't. And I still have half of it to go. Anyway, I'm sorry I won't be meeting you for lunch, babe. Thanks for understanding."

"You're welcome. Try to have fun, okay?"

"Well, I'm not sure about fun...I think I'd have a lot more fun with you, after what you did yesterday," I laughed. 

"I'll make it up to you tonight somehow...maybe in your room while you pack your stuff. And, it just means you'll have a bigger load for me later. I just wish I was off this damn period...it's taking forever."

"I know, Ann. It seems like forever to me too. Hell, just getting through this day seems like forever. Dad wants me to go around and say goodbye to everybody this afternoon. I know that's going to be hard," I said quietly.

"Aw...well, I'll be thinking about you, baby."

"Thanks. See you this afternoon," I said, knowing that if nothing else, I'd be getting out of work when I used to, rather than the 6 to 7 o'clock I'd been doing for the last couple of weeks.

"Hmm...looking forward to it, lover. Bye," Ann said sexily, making me smile when I hung up the phone.

Just the way Ann said that put me in a better mood, and when I joined the rest of my department for the little get together in my honor, I found myself having a really good time. We were recounting stories, smiling and laughing together as we ate. I still had a little sadness in my heart, but the joy of what we shared was the overwhelming theme of the hour. And it was an hour. Kevin and Tommy talked to my Dad, and made an executive decision extend the traditional lunchtime by a half-hour, choosing to skip the afternoon break. Dad supported their decision, which seemed to go over very well with the crew.

With the hour over, and the crew back to work, Kevin, Tommy and I were cleaning up the plates and food when I heard my name being paged over the intercom. Tommy made some comment about that probably being the last time the plant would hear that, and it kind of choked me up for a second. But then Kevin lightened the mood by saying he was going to have Nancy page me every once in a while after I was gone, just for old times sake. That had me laughing as I walked into the office to answer the page.

"Hey Nancy...it's Neil," I said as she answered my call to the front desk.

"Hi Neil," Nancy said, her voice cracking a little.

"You okay?"

"Yeah...yeah. Just thinking that may be the last time I get to do that," she said, a little sniff following her sentence.

"Tommy was just saying the same thing. Kevin said he's going to make you do it after I leave though...so don't be upset."

"Ha...okay. I may hold him to that."

"So...what's up?" I asked, trying to stay upbeat.

"You have a gift up front."

"I do? Okay...well...I'll be up in a little bit to get it, okay?"

"Uh...you need to come up and sign for it."

"Can't you to that?" I laughed.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 68



"The delivery person says YOU have to. Something about making sure it gets to the right person."

"Really? That seems a little strange, doesn't it?"

"Not really. Not when it's something valuable."

"Oh...okay. Well, I'll be right up then."

As I walked through the plant to the front offices, I had several people try to stop me along the way. It was hard, because I knew they wanted to say something, and in most cases, I really wanted to stop. But I also had the conversation I'd just had with Nancy fresh on my mind, and it had my head spinning. What in the world would someone send me that was so valuable that it needed my signature? So, I begged off each time, telling whoever was trying to stop me that I'd been called to the front office. And I tried to file away who they were in my mind, so I could make an effort to say something to each of them when I went back to my office.

When I walked down the hallway, past my Dad's office, as well as the empty one that just three weeks before had been the office of my boss, Dan, I could hear Nancy talking...and laughing. She was having a conversation, and I could tell just from the tone of her voice that the subject was somewhat sexual. I reasoned that she was likely flirting with the deliveryman, and I pictured her in my mind, trying to entice him to give her a different kind of delivery altogether.

That's why I looked so surprised when I walked around the corner.

"Hi, Baby," Ann said, looking at me with a huge smile on her face, and a bouquet of flowers in her hand.

"Hi...Ann. What are you doing here?"

"I came to bring these," she said, holding them out in front of her.

"You brought me flowers?"

Ann smiled, and moved her hand to her right, holding them over the little counter in front of Nancy. "Actually...no. I brought these for Nancy. I just wanted to get her to get you to come up front."

"Those are for me," Nancy said, the shock hitting her face.

"Uh huh...thanks for helping with our trip. Tina told me how much you did to help her. Neil and I really appreciate it."

"Oh my goodness! I don't know what to say, Ann. I...I really didn't do that much."

"It's not about how much you did, Nancy...it's that you did anything at all, and it's about Neil and I thanking you for it."

"Wow," Nancy said, taking the roses from Ann and bringing them to her face, breathing in deeply to smell them. "I...wow...thank you, so much."

"You're welcome," Ann said, walking over to me, her 4-inch black, open toed spiked heels clicking on the tile floor. She wrapped her arms around me, lifting up right leg at the knee behind her as she gave me a big, sexy kiss right there in the lobby. "And so are you, lover."

"I am...for what?"

"Mmm...you'll see," she said with a sexy wink.

I got a puzzled look on my face, but Ann moved back and took my hand, turning to Nancy. "It was wonderful finally to meet you, Nancy" she said with a little wave.

"You too, sweetie. Take care," Nancy said, turning to take her flowers and find something to put them in.

"What...are we doing?" I said, looking down at Ann. More specifically, I was leering at her, and how she was dressed.

Ann was wearing a sexy black tank top that had thin spaghetti straps. I say it was sexy, because it had the word 'sexy' in small silver metallic script emblazoned just below the low neckline. It was also sexy because it hugged her body tightly, making her hard nipples more noticeable, in large part because she couldn't wear a bra with it. She had the top tucked into a pair of tight Levi's that had a couple of holes in them in strategic places that showed the dark tan of her legs underneath them. 

It was a rather conservative outfit by Ann's standards, but at the same time, she made it look anything but. There was just something about the way she carried herself. She looked like the girl next door, but at the same time, there was always this hint of the sexual tigress that lay beneath the surface, ready to unleash herself. Maybe that was just me, because I got to see that side of her practically every day, but I couldn't help but think that was always there for people to see and interpret on their own. Ann hadn't dressed so provocatively that she'd get the obvious reaction of being leered at, but she'd dressed in a way that would still show who she was as woman. And that made my heart skip a beat or two.

Ann took my hand, lacing her fingers between mine. Looking in my eyes, she said, "I thought we'd go say goodbye together."

"What?" I asked. 

"I know what you're going through today, baby. I went through it by myself just a few weeks ago. And I remember thinking at the time how much easier it would have been if you would have been with me...if you would have been able to be there, and help me stay strong. It would have been so much easier to say goodbye to my co-workers if I could have been able to introduce you to them. So, I was thinking that maybe you could do that with me."

"What...introduce you?"

"Yeah. I think it's easier for people to say goodbye like this if they know the reason you're leaving is a good thing. I know it was easier for me at our going away party because all of my friends got to know you a little, and realized why I was happy. So..."

"So...you're right, Ann. You're absolutely right. It's hard for me to be sad when I have you standing by my side. Come on...let me give you a little tour, and I can introduce you to some friends of mine," I said enthusiastically.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Our first stop was the just around the corner, where I introduced Ann to the people that made the plant run, namely the front office girls of billing and customer service for the main plant. That included Nancy's boss Emma, who was genuinely delighted to meet Ann. 

The next stop was Dad's modest office, and I was actually surprised to see him sitting there, since he'd been spending more time on the floor than up front. Ann ran around his desk, practically jumping into his arms as he stood up to greet her. She gave him a huge hug, along with a kiss on the cheek. To say he was happy to see her was an understatement.

"Ann! What in the world are you doing here, sweetheart?"

"I just came by to meet everyone, and to make Neil's last day a little brighter," she said with a smile that did just that.

"Well you just made MINE brighter too," he grinned, hugging her a second time.

"Thanks, Dad. So, is this where all the big decisions are made?" she said, looking around his office.

Chuckling, he said, "I don't know about 'big'. The last major thing I decided in here what I was going to have for lunch on Wednesday. That's about the extent of it."

"You're being modest. I'm pretty sure Neil gets his business sense from you...along with a few other wonderful qualities that I love so much," she said with a sexy wink.

"I'm pretty sure any 'qualities' that Neil has that are wonderful come from Betsy...not me. There's not much about me that's wonderful, by any stretch," Dad said, trying to give my Mom a little credit. It was also just like him to be a little self-deprecating when it came to his sense of humor.

Ann didn't bite though. "Neil didn't learn how to be a man from Betsy, Darren. He learned that from YOU," she said as she patted my Dad on his forearm. Then she stunned me when she said, "And I KNOW he didn't get one of my favorite attributes from his mother, because she's a woman. She doesn't even HAVE one of those," Ann grinned.

I wasn't sure, but I actually think my Dad blushed just a little bit. Then he chuckled and said, "Yes, Ann...the Thomas men have been blessed with great genes in the jeans, so to speak." Then he playfully patted me on the back and said, "Isn't that right, Neil!"

"Uh...yeah...I suppose," I said with a shy grin.

"No wonder Betsy has that sweet smile on her face all the time," Ann said as she took my hand again, and let me lead her towards the door.

"I could say the same for you, dear. Enjoy the tour," Dad said, offering a wave as we stepped out into the hallway.

We took just a couple of steps, and I looked at Ann, who shrugged at me, and then she started giggling. And that had me grinning.

"What got into you back there?" I whispered.

"I don't know. I just love your parents...I can be myself around them, which is pretty cool. Besides, you flirt around with my Mom sometimes to make her feel good...what's the harm."

"I never said there was any harm, Ann. Just wondering what's going on in that pretty little mind of yours, that's all."

"You're on my mind...that's all. Now, why don't you take me on that tour your Dad was talking about?"

And I started to...but before we could get out of the hallway, I heard a voice calling out to me as we passed another office. A big...corner office. I stopped with Ann, and took a step backwards to look through the doorway, Ann peering inside just like I was.

"Did you call me, Mr. Beck?"

"Yes, Neil...get in here. We were going to sit down and have a talk before you left, remember?"

"Well, yeah...but it's my last day."

"Which means we need to do it pretty soon, don't you think?" he laughed.

I looked at Ann, who smiled and practically pulled me into the room with her. 

His eyes lit up when he looked at Ann, holding my hand, and he smiled. "You must be Ann. I'm Geoff." He walked around his big walnut desk, and held out his hand.

"Ann, this is Mr. Beck...he'd the President of the company. Well, actually, he owns it."

"Part of it. My family owns it too, not that that matters," he said still holding out his hand. 

Ann looked at him, trying to decide how she should greet him. Finally, she just moved forward and shook his hand, going with his informal introduction, instead of the more reverent one I'd used. "It's nice to meet you, Geoff. Do you..."

"No...I don't play guitar. Yet," he laughed.

"What?" Ann said, looking at him like he was nuts.

"Your fiancée likes to kid me about my name. Geoff Beck?"

"Oh...well, I wasn't going to ask you about your time playing in 'Faces', if that's what you thought. I was wondering if you mind if I sat in on your little chat with Neil. Or should I go back to Dad's office and wait? I'm sure he wouldn't mind."

"Dad?" he asked.

"She means MY Dad," I said.

"Oh...hell...of course that's who 'Dad' is. I should have known that," he laughed as he motioned towards the other seat while he walked back to the other side of the desk. "Please, have a seat, Ann. I'd love it if you stayed. I just wanted to talk to Neil for a little bit."

The three of us spent about twenty minutes together. It was supposed to be an exit interview, and in many ways it was. But we started out just visiting, with Geoff getting to know Ann a little bit, and asking about our trip, and the wedding. After about ten minutes, he finally asked me about my opinions on several things, including wanting my frank opinions on how I'd felt about not being a salaried employee until after I'd landed the big contract I'd worked on. But with Ann in the room, I didn't feel the anger or resentment I'd carried for so long.

Sure, a big part of it was that Dan, my former boss, had already been let go. And as I held Ann's hand in front of Geoff, feeling her love flow through me, I just didn't feel the need to be bitter about it any longer. So, instead of dwelling on negative things, I gave Geoff the information he felt he needed to help make sure the things I went through wouldn't happen again, while refusing to show the feelings I'd harbored for what truthfully had been a couple of years.

Geoff even commented on my demeanor, saying after I'd finishing answering his last question, "Neil, you seem to be handling this really well. I'm a little surprised you're not taking this opportunity to blast me for not knowing what you were going through...you have every right."

"I don't see it that way, Mr. Beck...not at all."

"Pleeeese, Neil. Call me Geoff," he said for something like the fifth time.

"Okay...Geoff. The truth is, I really don't see the point in being upset about it any more. I'm not leaving because I was unhappy in my job. This is just a great opportunity for Ann and me to start out our lives together. Besides, I don't want to burn any bridges. I may bomb in my new job and need to come begging for one in six months."

Geoff shook his head politely and said, "Neil, anytime you want to come back, I'll have a job waiting for you. You have my word on that. But, you're not going to need it, because you're going to do an incredible job for you new company, just like you did here. So don't go into next week carrying any negative thoughts. Attack your new job like you attacked this one, and you'll be just fine."

It was a nice pep talk, and it actually helped a little. It was nice to think that I had a safety net, in case I did fall flat on my face. But Geoff was right. I couldn't afford to think negatively. I had to go into the new job with confidence, and it helped that he had that in me. 

Geoff stood up and walked around his big desk, holding out his hand to Ann as said it was nice to meet her. But Ann wouldn't have any of that. She opened her arms, and surprised him as she gave him a big hug. 

"What's this for," Geoff said as he laughed and hugged her back.

"For telling Neil what he needed to hear," Ann said, kissing him gently on the cheek. "You're coming to the wedding, right?" 

"Are we invited?" he said with a laugh, referring to him and his wife Tara.

"We wouldn't have it any other way," Ann smiled.

~*~*~*~*~*~

"Geoff is really nice," Ann said as we walked through the plant. The stares we were getting were polite, but it was obvious all eyes were on Ann as we made our way down the aisles. And Ann seemed totally comfortable with being the center of attention.

I'd already stopped and introduced her to about a dozen people, several of them ones that I'd had to put off on my way to greet Ann up at Nancy's desk. And in each of those cases, the goodbyes that I'd been nervous about earlier turned out to be more joyous than sad. And I owed that to Ann. She had a way of calming me, and her gift of conversation made others feel so at ease that each encounter was personal and heartfelt, without being maudlin. 

"Yeah...he's really down to earth," I answered as we headed toward another person I'd had to put off earlier.

"Do you think he and Tara will really come to the wedding?"

"Actually...I think they will if we send them an invitation. He said something about it in that meeting last week...and there's nothing insincere about him at all."

"Good...I'll add them to the list," Ann smiled. "It's getting to be a long one."

"What...the invitation list?"

"Uh huh. We're at around 200 right now. I know that many won't come, but I have to invite all my friends from California, even if they can't make it."

"Well, that's understandable. Whatever it ends up being is how it's supposed to be, Ann."

"Yeah...but if the stars align and they CAN all make it, it's going to be a big wedding. I'd guess close to 400 people."

"Well, we both know that's not happening, so don't worry about it. If we just figure everything on who we really think will be there like we talked about, we'll be fine."

"Oh...I'm not worried. Like you said, whoever shows up...shows up. It's kind of exciting, I think. You'll have to get me Geoff's address."

"I'll have Mom add it to the list she needs to give you for my side of the family. She's been working on it."

Ann looked at me for a moment, and then she smiled. "Have you changed your mind about inviting Dawn? I really don't mind...and I'd love to meet her."

~*~*~*~*~*~

Yes, Ann and I had talked about Dawn. In fact, she was the one that brought it up before, on a couple of occasions. The most recent was when we were coming up with our lists of who we wanted to invite to the wedding, Ann wondered if I considered inviting Dawn, since she was, in Ann's view, the reason we'd gotten together in the first place. And I could see Ann's point. In a lot of ways, she was right. Dawn had changed my perception of life. She'd healed my heart to the point that I found myself not only able to live again, but to love again as well.

I told Ann I wasn't sure I was comfortable with Dawn being at the wedding. Not that I thought Ann would get jealous. Far from it...I knew Ann's intentions were pure and honest. When she said she would like to meet Dawn someday, it wasn't anything other than wanting to thank her. And being in love with Ann so deeply, I knew there wouldn't be anything to worry about between Dawn and me. Besides, she had a new boyfriend...and a serious one according to my friend Mark. So serious that Dawn had moved out of Mark's place and into her own with her boyfriend.

Any concerns I had, had nothing to do with jealousy on Ann's part, or any guilt on mine. Ann knew all about my relationship with Dawn, in full detail. I just didn't want anything to take away from Ann's wedding day, and if Dawn being there created even the tiniest of chances of doing that...then I didn't want any part of it. And I told Ann that.

"I don't think Dawn would take away from our day, Neil. I actually think it would be like any other friend that's going to be there. Look at Tina. She helped heal you too, in her own way."

"Yeah...I suppose. But Dawn is different."

"Why? Is it a sex thing?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you had sex with Dawn. But you've fucked Tina more than you've fucked me...including after we got engaged."

"Okay...I only fucked Tina afterwards because you wanted me to."

Ann touched my arm and smiled. "I know, baby. I'm not saying it like I'm upset...it still turns me on, especially when I was WITH you and Tina," she giggled as we turned down the aisle that would take us to my department. "I'm just saying that in reality, I just met Tina two weeks ago...you've been fucking her for a long time, and she's going to be IN our wedding. And I think that's perfect. So why would Dawn be a problem just sitting in the crowd?"

"I'm not saying that she would, Ann. I'm only saying that I don't want anything to take away from you being the center of attention on your wedding day."

"Okay...first, it's not just my wedding day. It's OURS. And do you really think for a minute that Dawn would do that?"

"No...I don't," I admitted. "And for the record, I haven't fucked Tina more than you. Not now."

"Well, maybe not. But you've been with her a lot more than you have Dawn. And you're the one that suggested that Tina be in the wedding. So if you don't have a problem with Tina being in it, you shouldn't really have a problem with Dawn being invited. She probably wouldn't come anyway...because of her boyfriend. But, it's up to you, baby. If it's going to make you feel uncomfortable, then we shouldn't. I don't want anything to ruin our day for you, either."

It was something to think about. I loved that Ann was so secure in herself, and in us, that she was not only okay with the thought of meeting Dawn, she looked forward to it, and wanted her to come to our wedding. But Ann was right about one thing...I really couldn't see Dawn's new boyfriend wanting to come. Then again, I had been a little surprised at first that Ann wanted to meet Dawn in the first place. But that only made me love her more, knowing she was secure in our relationship.

We'd made our way back to my department, and I went about introducing Ann to my employees one by one. They were thrilled to actually meet her, and in some way, it became a cathartic experience, both for me and for them. Ann seemed to ease the pain of leaving, taking the sting away a little for me. 

And for my employees, she not only gave them a face to go with the name, she gave them a little piece of herself like I'd become so used to, showing her personality and love of life. She made each one of them feel like the conversation was personal, which it really was. Ann was never phony when it came to giving her time and full attention when she met someone.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 69



I'd seen more than my fair share of hotel lobbies over the previous few months. But there I was again, standing at another front desk waiting to check in. This one seemed the same, only different. It was a nice hotel...another Sheraton, similar to the one Tina and I had stayed at in Northern Virginia on our trip together. But this one was located in the town that I was now going to be calling home. 

The lobby was impressive. There was an expansive type area for guests to sit and read in front of the large atrium windows. Just down from that, was the entrance to the indoor pool, and the complete gym. A large sign at the far end of the room to the east pointed toward a hallway, and it referenced three different banquet rooms. Based on the how big the size of that part of the hotel looked when I drove up, they were probably pretty large ones. It was a big hotel, and that didn't even count the rooms for the guests.

As I waited at the counter, I could hear a live band playing. Poking my head around the corner, I saw that there was a pretty big bar, complete with a dance floor that was jam packed with people having a good time. And just down the hall from that, I could see the entrance to the house restaurant, which looked rather fancy, at least from the outside. From there, the hall rose up a long, gradual ramp, at the top of which started the long hallway of the first floor of rooms. And at the beginning of that hallway, were the two elevators. 

For as long as I could remember, I had one view of hotels. And in that sense, this one seemed no different when I'd first walked in. It was a hotel...a place to stop and rest on the way to somewhere else. And that's the perception I was carrying with me as I stood in front of the dark black marble countertop of the check in desk.

That perception changed when Heather came out from the back and saw me standing there, waiting. She was a short brunette, with very long wavy hair, and two adorable dimples on her cheeks. She also had two adorable breasts jutting out from underneath her white blouse, barely contained in the white lacy bra that I could make out though the material of her shirt. I was guessing she was at least a 36C cup, but I didn't get the chance to measure her very well with my eyes, because I didn't want to be too obvious. 

She was wearing a pair of skintight black dress pants that showed off a hot tight ass, and she stood in a pair 4 inch black heels, a killer smile appearing on her attractive face. And none of that mattered, because I was engaged, and I wasn't even thinking about how sexy Heather was. I was thinking of Ann, and how much I missed her...and it had only been 10 hours.

"Hi, I'm Heather. Welcome to the Sheraton...I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long," she said in a perky, high pitched voice that sounded younger than the mid 20's she appeared to be. And that voice was thick with a southern accent that reminded me I was back in West Virginia.

"Not long...I've been enjoying the music," I said as flashed a tired smile back at her.

"They are a pretty good band, aren't they...they play here every three weeks."

"I'll have to remember that."

"So...how can I help you?"

"Neil. Neil Thomas. I have a reservation."

"OH! MR. THOMAS. I should have known it was you," she said as she scrambled to grab some paperwork.

"I suppose you're going to tell me you've been expecting me," I said, thinking about all the times I'd heard that from someone on the other side of some counter I'd been standing at.

"Well, of course I have!"

"You have?" I said, surprised for some reason that she readily agreed with me.

"Why wouldn't I? We're going to be your home the next couple of months, Mr. Thomas."

Heather's words hit me kind of hard. I knew that there was a percentage of the population that lived out of hotels at one time or another, for various reasons. I'd just never been one of them. But when Heather said she'd been expecting me, it wasn't like all the other times I'd had someone say that when I was checking in. This time was different. And the difference wasn't really that I was checking in. It was that I wouldn't be checking out any time soon. 

But that wasn't even the biggest difference I felt inside as I stared at Heather's cute face. The difference that really mattered the most at that moment...was that I was checking in alone.

I did a quick gut check, and tried pulled myself together. "Of course...why wouldn't you expect me? I AM going to be living here for a while."

Heather heard the little catch in my voice, and put her hand on my arm. "I'm sure you're not looking forward to it, Mr. Thomas...but we're going to do our best to make this feel more like a home than a hotel for you, okay?"

Her voice was reassuring, the accent making her words feel truer than they probably were. But she said it with such sincerity and conviction that I couldn't help but smile. "Okay, Heather...but if I'm going to feel at home here, you're going to have to call me Neil. My Dad is Mr. Thomas."

"It's nice to meet you Neil," Heather said, holding out her hand politely. "You know, we've had a lot of people from Armada stay here...but most of them have been a week here, and a week there. You're the first that's going to stay with us longer than 10 days."

"Gee...that's swell," I said sarcastically as I shook her hand.

Heather giggled and said, "I know you miss her, Neil. But she'll be here soon enough."

"Who are you talking about?" I asked...looking around like someone was going to show up any second.

"Ann...that's who."

"Ann? How do you know about Ann?"

"Carol told me, when she set up your accommodations. She told me that you're engaged, and that you just went out and got Ann from California a couple of weeks ago. I know it's probably hard to think about being apart from her again so soon, but I'll do what I can to make your stay as pleasant as possible. We all will."

I guess I shouldn't have been surprised that Carol had told Heather. Being the Executive Secretary of Armada Manufacturing, the company I was about to go to work for, it was her job to set up my stay. But knowing my history with Carol, I was a little on edge. She'd told Heather about Ann, was it possible that she told her about what she and I had shared...namely, that we'd had sex?

And if that was the case, was Heather coming on to me? I seriously doubted it, and it really didn't matter, since I had absolutely no intentions of sleeping with anyone other than Ann. But it popped into my head, so I had to deal with it. And I did that by putting that absurd thought out of my mind, trying to move the conversation along.

"Thanks, Heather," I replied.

"Come on...you look tired. Let's get you up to your room," she said as she had me sign in. 

When she said 'let's' when it came to getting me up to my room, she meant it. Heather had someone cover the desk, and she came out from around the back and helped me unload my car onto two carts, and then she waited with my stuff as I parked the car. 

There were a lot of cars in the parking lot, meaning there weren't any vacant spots close to the hotel. So, I had to run back through the pouring rain, and I was soaked by the time I got back to Heather. And she was standing there waiting, with a towel in her hand.

"Sorry about that, Neil. There's a lot more cars here on the weekends because of the bands that play in the bar. Friday and Saturday nights especially," she said as she pushed one of the carts and led me towards the elevators. I pulled the other one, watching her cute ass move in front of me. 

"Not your fault, Heather...thanks for the towel," I said as I dried off my head.

The hotel part of the building was five stories, and Heather had put me on the top floor. Her reasoning was that I was going to be a long-term guest, and she didn't want me to have to worry about someone being loud over top of me each night. It was something I never would have thought about...at least until I'd been there a while. That Heather had thought of it actually made me feel pretty special.

We'd gotten off the elevator, taking a left as we got out. "I put you at the end of the hall. I've given the staff standing instructions to leave the rooms closest to you empty as long as we can. That should give you a little more quiet, not to mention some privacy. We'll fill them last out of the entire hotel...so if you notice someone next to you, you'll know we had to use the room. Otherwise, it should be quiet most nights. Weekends fill up the most, obviously." 

"It seems like you're going to a lot of trouble just for me," I said sheepishly.

"Well, Armada is spending a lot of money with us, so we do go out of our way a little more than usual for people that they have staying with us. But Carol was pretty specific with instructions for your stay, since it's going to be so long...so you're getting the VIP treatment," she said as she slipped the key into the room of the door and opened it, turning on the light. "After you, Neil."

I walked into the room, and then I turned back to look at Heather, who just smiled and shrugged her shoulders.

It was pretty much a normal hotel room. Beige walls with generic artwork on them in a floral motif. A round cherry table with two chairs was placed in front of the large window covered with a dark green curtain. There was a large maroon overstuffed chair in the back corner next to a floor lamp for reading. A large desk against the wall across from the beds, which was next to the low 4-drawer dresser that had the large TV set on top of it. The only amenities it had that were unusual compared to the majority of hotel rooms I'd stayed in during my lifetime were the small refrigerator with a tiny freezer in it, and the microwave. That, and the two king sized beds, covered with dark green bedspreads that matched the curtains.

It wasn't a suite, but then again, I hadn't expected one. Not with my new company picking up the tab for two months. But, it was bigger than most hotel rooms, and I appreciated that...especially since it was my new home away from home. I also appreciated the way it seemed people were going of their way to make me feel welcome

Hanging on the back wall over the big maroon chair was a sign, welcoming me to Armada. On the table, next to a big vase of flowers, were two bigger baskets; one filled with assorted snacks and the one other filled with fruit. On the other side of the floral arrangement were a package of paper plates, a package of napkins, and a small box that had plastic eating utensils inside...all welcome gifts from my company. Or they were from Carol, depending on how you looked at it.  

"Wow," I said, looking at the stuff in the room.

"The fridge is stocked too. I didn't put any beer in it...didn't know if you drink, and I didn't want to presume. Besides, if you do drink, I wouldn't know what kind of beer you like anyway."

"Heineken...when I do drink, which isn't that often," I said quietly as I looked around the room. 

Heather walked over to the window, opening the curtains wide to show off the view of the mountains in the distance...but I really couldn't see them for the rain, and the darkness. Still, she was just showing off the room, which was nice of her. She walked past me, brushing close up against me as she walked back to the luggage carts. Heather placed my suitcases on the table that was designed for them, and then she started piling my other things on the floor next to the table. 

I turned and started to grab one of the hanging bags to put in the closet, but Heather stopped me. "Relax, Neil. I got it. You've had a long day," she said as she touched my arm lightly. Then she walked over to the phone and picked it up. Dialing a number, she waited for a second before saying, "Hey Shawn, can you have somebody from the restaurant bring up a six pack of Heineken to room 524? Thanks."

"You didn't have to do that...I can get my own beer."

"I didn't. Carol did. The room is supposed to come ready to go. After this, you have to get your own stuff, but she didn't want you to have to worry about it to start."

"Well...that's fine, but I'm not letting you do this by yourself," I said as I started helping Heather clean off the rest of the carts.

She laughed and said, "What's the matter...you don't like the idea of a woman serving you?"

I had a quick flash of Ann, being my slave in Colorado, and I laughed. "No...I wouldn't say that. But that doesn't mean I think you should be slaving away while I just stand by and watch."

"Hmm...suit yourself. I'm just doing my job, trying to make you feel at home."

And really, Heather was. It wasn't like I was looking for anything, and the conversation we were having wasn't really flirting, although she had touched me, and brushed up next to me a couple of times. Yet there was no denying that she was attractive, and that we were in a room with two extra large beds. Any other time in my life, I would have been trying to get her into one of them...especially once the beer arrived. But when it did, I shied away and just put the bottles inside the little refrigerator.

When I stood up, Heather looked at me funny, and I realized I should have at least been a gentleman, even if there were no intentions on my part.

"I'm sorry, Heather...did you want one? I should have at least offered."

"Well...that's what I was thinking," she smiled. "You do have to remember you're in the south now, Neil. Manners count."

"It wasn't like I didn't think it...but, I've never offered a woman a beer in a hotel room before. I didn't want to give you the wrong impression. Besides, you're working."

"What wrong impression?" she said with a little glint in her eye.

"Look...Heather. If you've talked to Carol, I'm pretty sure you know what I mean. But...Ann and I are in a different place right now. We're not..."

Heather put up her hand, smiling as she said, "Enough said. I know the line...and I'm not crossing. I'm sorry about the line about the manners. I could tell you were thinking about offering me one...and I can tell just by the way you are that you're a gentleman." She grabbed one of the empty carts and started to pull it out of the room. "I'll be back in a little bit for the other one."

Before I could tell her that I'd come with her and bring one down, the phone in the room rang, and I walked between the beds to answer it.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Hi baby," said the sweet voice on the other end of the phone.

"Ann?"

"Of course, who did you think it was?"

"I knew it was you...I'm just surprised. I just got here about a half our ago...I've been checking in, and getting moved in. How did you get this number?"

"You gave it to me...remember?" 

I thought for a half second and laughed, "Obviously not, or I wouldn't have asked such a stupid question." 

"It's not stupid. I'm sure you're tired...I can call you tomorrow."

"NO!" I yelled, not wanting her to hang up.

"HA...you seem a little jumpy baby. Is everything okay?"

"I'm just a little worked up, that's all. Been thinking about you all day," I said.

"Hmm...you sure you weren't thinking about Heather?" she giggled.

I literally fell back onto the mattress of one of the king sized beds. I'm surprised I didn't drop the phone in the process, but somehow I held the receiver to my ear, as if it was frozen to the side of my face. And that was a contradiction, because I know I felt flushed all of a sudden. I'm not sure why, but I felt a little panic come over me. I hadn't done anything...other than look at Heather. Any flirting had been relatively innocent, and there wasn't that much when I thought back over what I'd said to her in the silence that suddenly enveloped me.

Actually, it was more like a ringing in my ears...a soft hum that came over me as my brain locked. I could hear sounds, but everything seemed muffled. In fact, I could feel a kind of vibration running through my body as I sat there. I knew a part of it was from the long drive. I'd had that feeling before, where it felt like I was still in a moving car, even though I was sitting somewhere else. It only happened when I was really tired after a really long drive behind the wheel, but it was an unnerving sensation. But I was feeling more than that, and a big part of what I felt came from what Ann had said.

It was probably the third or fourth time she'd said my name, but I finally heard Ann on the other end of the phone, calling out to me.

"Neil...TALK to me. Please," she said sounding desperate.

"What? Oh...sorry, Ann."

"Are you okay? You went really quiet there."

"I...I'm fine. How..."

"How do I know about Heather?" she giggled again.

"Ann...nothing happened. I swear."

"Baby, why are you talking like that? I trust you. And...I know nothing happened."

"It's just that...wait...HOW do you know nothing happened? Why do I feel I'm the only one that doesn't know what's going on?"

"Probably because you are," she said matter of factly. "But don't be upset...I can explain, okay?"

"I'm not upset...but then again, I don't know what's going on to be upset ABOUT. Should I be?"

"No...it's just the way things are with you and me, Neil. I don't want to say they're complicated...but they can be really interesting. And, I love to surprise you...so there's that."

"Surprise me...Ann, what are you up to?"

"Like I said, let me explain."

Ann was calm when she started to tell me what she'd been up to, which I figured couldn't be all that much. At least, in terms of what she'd done in the past when it came to planning for when we were apart. 

We were going to be living apart for two months...but unlike the previous time, we would see each other some in between. I'd be going back to Indiana for Thanksgiving, and Ann would be coming out for a week sometime before that to look for a place for us to live. And then there was the wedding at the beginning of December. So, at worst, we were really looking at a couple of three-week stretches, and another of just a week or two, depending on how it all shook out.

That didn't seem so bad when I looked at it like that. After all, I'd be busy learning a new job, and I had no idea how many hours I'd be putting in trying to get up to speed. One of the factors I was worried about in starting my new job, was WHEN I was starting. My first day of employment was months behind the three other Supervisors that I was going to be working with. They'd been hired earlier to help install the equipment and set up the department. And that meant that I not only had to learn the machinery, they had about a two-month jump on me to make a good first impression, and get entrenched with the other people that had been hired on.

Of course, Carol knew all of the other Supervisors. She'd been there when they were interviewed before me, and she told me point blank that while I didn't have some of the machine skills they had, she felt I was the best candidate of them all because none of them had people skills. And I knew that I was going to be spearheading the hiring of a lot of new employees. So, that gave me a leg up when it came to the people that would be working for my department, and how crews would be put together. If I did my job, I'd be able to look like the shining star that Carol had predicted I'd have a chance to be.

Yet no matter how hard or how long I worked, there was still no escaping the fact that I would be going back to a hotel every night, staying alone in single room. In a sense, it would be like I was back at my parent's house, except that there was no escape. There would be no walking to the kitchen to cook something to eat. No sitting in the living room, watching a game with the old man. There wouldn't even be a chance to do laundry right there in the house to occupy my time. 

And there was the high likelihood that I'd be horny most of those nights. And frankly, the same could be said for Ann, home alone at her parent's house. But that didn't seem to matter to her. She had promised that our sex life was going to be exciting, no matter what the circumstances were. And to that end, she intended to keep her finger on my sexual pulse, making sure she kept my heart racing and my cock hard, even from a distance. That didn't mean she was letting go of the reigns and saying she wanted me to start fucking other women again...far from it. But she also wanted to keep her options, and therefore, my imagination, open for any possibility. That, she said, was all part of helping to keep me turned on...and part of the fun. 




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 69



"So...I was thinking the other day about us being apart again," Ann said calmly.

"Yeah...when was this?" I asked.

"Um...Wednesday. I jacked you off into my drink at your parent's house...remember?"

"Ha...yeah, how could I forget."

"Well, that night I started thinking about us being apart. I'd been talking to your Mom about the wedding, and the things I need to do for it while you're gone. And that got me thinking about you being out there alone. Well, maybe it was the conversation I had with Carol that night. But it started with Betsy."

I heard what Ann said, but it surprised me. "Wait...you talked to Carol? When?"

"I just told you, Wednesday night. Aren't you paying attention, or are you still thinking about Heather," she laughed.

"Ann...stop it. I'm not thinking about Heather."

"No...now you're thinking about Carol," she teased.

"Damn straight. When...I mean why did you talk to Carol? How did you even get her number?" 

Ann knew I was confused, but she remained very calm. In fact, her voice shifted to her sexy voice, and she said, "Just relax, and try to follow along with what I'm saying, okay?" 

I nodded, which was odd since Ann obviously couldn't see me. So I just kind of grunted, wondering where this was all heading.

"I'll take that as a yes," Ann said, the lilt in her voice coming through the receiver.

"Yeah. What's on your mind, Ann?"

"Well...I'm not sure yet. First, yes...like I said, I talked to Carol. I got the number from the paperwork you brought with you to California. You know, the packet of stuff outlining your job."

"I showed that to you?" I said, wondering if I had. I had intended to...I even took it on the trip, because my Dad said that I should so I could show Ann. But now that she mentioned it, I didn't remember actually doing it. We'd been too busy doing other things.

"No...but you pulled out the envelope one day and you set it on the counter in my bathroom next to the sink. And, you'd written on it what was inside, so I figured you wanted me to see it. I mean, why else would you have put in on the counter like that. Was I wrong to look inside?"

"No...God no, Ann. I wanted to share it with you. I'm a little mad that I forgot to. When did I pull it out?"

"I don't know...I think it was the first day you stayed with me at Chad and Dana's. You're sure you're not mad?"

I laughed and said, "No Ann. It's our package...you have a right to know what kind of a deal we got to move to West Virginia. That's why I brought it with me...to show you."

"Well...that's kind of why I called Carol," Ann said sheepishly.

"So, you called Carol because of the compensation package?"

Ann giggled and said, "Well, that was one of the reasons...I read through the papers that day, and I got so excited. I mean, you told me about everything we were getting, and I knew it...but when you see it in writing...WOW! Anyway, I got to the part about your salary, and I saw what you'd told me, about Carol getting us the extra money, and the extra vacation...and it kind of hit me that I was going to have to make good on our deal."

"So...that's not going to be that big of a problem. Is it?"

"I don't think so...but you have to remember, Neil...at the time, I'd never been with a woman before. I know it sounds so strange to say that now, considering how many times I've done it since then...but I was really nervous about it. And I still am, in a lot of ways. It's kind of been weighing on me since I read over the package weeks ago. And that night, talking to Betsy...I guess I kind of got to thinking about you being out there, and it made me think of Carol, and how fast this is all coming up. That's why I called Carol...I wanted to kind of set a date for when I come out in a few of weeks."

"W...what?"

"I owe her at least two dates...it's what we negotiated, remember?"

"Well, yeah. But I thought nothing was going to happen until we got married, and you moved here."

"That's how I was thinking at first. But that was before Dana...and Missy. And, well, all of them. Besides, it was all a part of the negotiations."

"No it wasn't. I'm the one that made the deal with Carol. I don't even know if she knows you're going to come out before that."

"You told her...she told me you told her," Ann said confidently.

"So...what are you talking about?"

"I wasn't referring to YOUR negotiations, baby. I'm talking about the one I had with Carol last week."

~*~*~*~*~*~

The knock on the door startled me a little bit. Not that it should have. I knew that Heather was likely coming back to the room to get the other cart. But I was so engrossed in thought over the conversation that I'd just had with Ann that I kind of forgot where I was, and why I was even there.

Answering the door, Heather looked at me and right away noticed the difference in my demeanor. "Are you okay?" she said, standing still in the hallway.

"Huh...oh, yeah. Come on in," I stammered, moving out of the way as I held the door open for her.

Heather brushed close past me again, her tits bumping up against me a little as she headed into the room. She walked past the cart, and turned to lean against the table she'd placed my suitcases on, crossing her legs at the ankles as she put her hands on the edge. I wasn't sure if she moved up against me on purpose or not, but her smile gave me the impression that she had.

"Are you sure you're okay?" she asked a second time.

"Yeah. I just got off the phone with Ann. I'm still trying to grasp what she said."

"Hmm...I can understand that. You have an amazing fiancée, Neil."

"I suppose you've talked to her too," I said, kind of tilting my head to the left a little. Heather's smile gave me my answer, and I gave kind of an exhausted shrug and said, "I can't say that that surprises me, Heather. It's pretty much par for the course with Ann."

"You look tired. Maybe we should..."

"No...Ann's right. I've been sitting down for the last 10 hours or so. I need to move. And I'm sure she's got something amazing in mind for later anyway. So...let's go," I said, motioning her toward the door.

"Okay. But I'm still on duty for another twenty minutes. I'll take the cart downstairs and then we'll hook up, okay?"

"Sure...I need to take a shower anyway."

"I don't see why...I'm only going to make you sweat," she laughed as she brushed up against me again, this time very deliberately on her way out of the door as she pulled the cart behind her.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Ann made a compelling case. She didn't want to go backwards, or have the sexual side of our relationship put on hold just because we were apart again. She wanted to continue to push the limits when it came to who we were together as a couple. It was important to her that we not fall into some kind of trap where it was okay to suppress our sexual urges for each other, and our sense of adventure. She'd said she was worried that if we allowed that, it would be too easy to let that kind of complacency seep into our lives and become the norm. 

Instead, Ann wanted to be mysterious, and enticing. She wanted things to be unpredictable and stimulating. She wanted each of us to try and turn each other on, and get each other off, no matter what the circumstances were. Being apart was going to be an inconvenience...but she said it wasn't an excuse to ignore each other when it came to our sexual needs. 

I loved Ann's sense of adventure when it came to our sex lives. She seemed to think on a different level than any woman I'd ever met when it came to sexuality, and how we experienced it. And the key component to that fact was how Ann 'thought' about sex. It wasn't that she appeared to think about it almost constantly, much like most men that I knew; it was the WAY she thought about it. To Ann, it wasn't a casual way to pass time, or just some random images flashing through her brain. She thought about sex a lot, but it wasn't idle daydreaming. It always with a purpose...a stimulating, incredibly exciting purpose.

And so it was that Ann began describing to me her latest idea to keep us both sexually energized while we were apart. And it all started with a call she placed to Carol.

"What do you mean you negotiated with Carol? What in the world did you negotiate?" I asked.

"I agreed to a couple more dates with her, if she wants. It really all depends on how the first one goes, and if she likes it."

"Dates? What do you mean dates? You're not dating her...you're talking about having sex with her, Ann," I laughed.

"I'm talking about US having sex with her, Neil...not just me," Ann said, her voice calm and soothing as she said it.

"Wow...okay. When were you going to tell me about this?" I chuckled.

"Well, you already knew about that when you met Carol the first time. You knew it was going to be a threesome, didn't you?"

"Well...yeah. I'm talking about this new revelation. When were you going to tell me you talked to Carol about doing...more?"

"Well, I pretty much planned to do it now. That's kind of the reason I called...to make sure you got there safe, and then to tell you."

"Why not before I left?"

"I didn't want to spoil the surprise."

"What surprise?"

"Well...you already know that I was talked with Carol, and that I negotiated with her. I had to be bartering for something, don't you think?" she laughed.

I'd been so focused on the fact that Ann had talked to Carol, it never occurred to me to think of the real reason why. And when Ann said that, I immediately cracked a smile and said, "What have you been up to, Anna?"

"Anna? You must think I've been up to something naughty to call me Anna," she snickered.

"I KNOW you've been naughty. The REAL question is whether you've gone all the way to being Annabelle."

"Ha...well, I'm not quite there yet. But I AM working up to it again. In fact, it's only a matter of time before I'll want to be Annabelle again for you, baby. Right now, I'm just...well, I guess I AM Anna!"

"Okay, so...what are you up to, Anna?" I asked, circling back to where I'd been a few seconds before.

"Okay...I'll tell you, but we don't have to do this if you don't want to. Nothing's set in stone. Well, other than the fact that we're going to have at least one additional date with Carol...likely two."

"You're stalling again."

"Not really...I'm just trying to figure out the best way to explain this. It's a little complicated. And I haven't really got it all figured out yet...I was kind of hoping you'd help me. It's an idea I have, but...well..."

It actually didn't take Ann all that long to tell me once she started. And it wasn't as convoluted as she was making it out to be, mainly because it was an idea...a very intriguing idea. My ears perked up, and I felt myself feeling amazed and excited at the same time; amazed at the imagination that Ann always seemed to have when it came to finding ways to keep the fire for each other burning white-hot. And excited at the prospect of what she was proposing. In truth, it likely wasn't going to be all that often. And yet, there was the possibility. And just knowing that existed had me getting hard.

"You're breathing heavy, baby...are you thinking about it?" Ann cooed on the other end of the phone.

"Um hmm. But tell me again...how is this going to work?

"It's kind of like an account. And you'll keep a balance." 

"Sounds more like a sperm bank," I laughed.

"That's funny."

"But...what about YOU?" I asked. "You're going to need some relief too."

"Oh...I'll be fine. This is more about making sure you don't suffer, baby."

"I don't think so...if we're going to do something like this...then we're BOTH going to do it!"

"So...what are you saying? You want us to each have an account?"

"We're getting married, babe. What's mine is yours, and what's yours is mine. If we're going to have an account, then it needs to be a JOINT account," I laughed. "Besides, you've always had a thing about us being even...this is a perfect way to keep us balanced."

"Huh...a joint account! That's even better than what I thought of. But, we'll still never be even now that you've showed me that I'm capable of multiple orgasms," she laughed. 

Ann had said that she knew we'd be cumming together over the phone...it was inevitable, and it was something she was actually looking forward to. So was I, once she said that. But she also said she knew there would be times she'd masturbate on her own. And she said she knew that I would likely be doing it too, because we wouldn't be able to hook up on the phone, and I'd need to relieve some stress. She said we'd need to get off just to help us feel close, even if it was just in our minds. But Ann wanted to make a game out of it. And when it came to Ann and games...well, that's where her imagination kicked in.

Ann said she wanted me to have the possibility of physical contact. She wanted to make it so I'd be able to have someone flirt with, and remind me of what I was missing. It actually sounded like torture at first, but then she explained herself.

"I want someone to keep you on edge thinking about me, Neil. Someone to kind of push you sexually. I'm not really talking about tempting...because that's not what the game is about."

"Game...this is really a game?"

"Sort of. What I was thinking was...you'd have someone that can kind of push your buttons...and keep you good and horny for me, besides what you and I are already going do to each other naturally," Ann giggled. "And most of the time, that's going to be it. BUT, there is always the possibility that you might be with one of them."

"Them...who's them? Who did you have in mind?" I asked.

"Well...the obvious one is Carol. And...I was kind of thinking Heather for you too. Is she as pretty as Carol said she is? Are you attracted to her?"

"That's a pretty odd question for my fiancée to be asking, don't you think?"

"Neil...you know what I mean. It's not like I think you're going to leave me for her, or do anything behind my back. I know better than that. I just wondered if she's hot enough to be a part of this. I don't want you being with someone you're not attracted to. Where's the fun in that?"

"Well, she's plenty hot. But you said Carol told you that...sounds like you already know she's hot. In fact, it sounds like Heather is already a part of this." 

~*~*~*~*~*~

It really was a great band. I'd been sitting on a stool next to the bar, nursing a bottle of Heineken, listening to the group up on the little makeshift stage play a great original song. They'd been doing covers since I'd walked in, and damn good ones. But I was blown away that they were doing one of their own songs. And it wasn't just that they were playing it, and that it was great. What got me was that most of the people in the bar knew the song, and were kind of singing along. This band was local, but they obviously had a bit of a following.

Watching the lead singer, I kind of became lost in the moment. While I was still feeling a little strange about being out on my own in a place where I didn't know anyone, I at least felt comfortable. The music was rock, with a bit of rhythm and blues thrown in, and I quickly felt at ease with it. The melody was like an old friend, comfortable and genuine, and I found myself smiling as I tapped my foot against the leg of the barstool.

As I brought the bottle to my lips again, I tilted my head back and closed my eyes for just a moment as I took a draw of my cold beer. But it almost came out my nose when I felt a hand on the inside of my thigh, near my crotch. I choked for a second, and had to use the back of my hand to mop of the beer that spilt past my pursed lips. It actually made my eyes water as I blinked, turning to my right to try and see.

I felt a body slide up closer to me, pressing against my shoulder, and I knew whoever it was, they were standing. And I hoped it was at least who I thought it was, or the idea of being in the bar by myself might have been a bad choice after all.

I heard a soft laugh as I wiped the water from my eyes, followed by a sweet southern voice. "Did I startle you, Neil?" Heather said over the music.

"Just...a little," I said, coughing again, before sniffing to try and collect myself.

"I'm sorry...I just couldn't resist."

When I finally got my eyes to stop blurring, so to speak, I got a good look at Heather. And it was much different than the last look I'd had of her when she left my room with the luggage cart. In a word, she was stunning.

Heather had changed her cloths, and done her makeup, including a fresh tease of her hair. She had changed out of her work uniform; donning a very short black leather skirt that hugged the ample curves her ass and hips. Above that, she wore what could best be described as a white wench's shirt...the kind that had elastic around the neckline, arms and underneath her big, heavy breasts. The elastic held the thin material close to her body, showing off her build. Heather had it pulled down over her shoulders instead of letting it ride on top of them, showing she wasn't wearing a bra. With the cut of the blouse, her toned tan midriff was exposed, her sexy navel practically calling out to me as I stared at her tiny waist.

The only thing she was still wearing from before were her shoes...at least from what I could remember. They were black stilettos, and they made her taller than her 5'4" frame. Heather had changed her makeup, going from trying to be modestly alluring and businesslike for work, to becoming an exhilarating cross between sultry and slutty. It was as if she'd changed her personal settings from stun to kill, and she had her sights set on me. She licked her lips, freshly painted in a deep, dark shade of red, and I could feel the breeze being created by her huge eyelashes as she batted them for me.

As she massaged my balls through my jeans, feeling my cock start to grow with her fingertips in the way she had her hand placed on my crotch, Heather leaned in closer. "So...do I have to buy my own beer, or are you going to be more of a gentleman this time."

I smiled and turned my head, waving at the bartender behind me. In seconds, he had another Heineken on the bar, and I was handing it to Heather. She chugged it at first, drinking about a third of the bottle before stopping to lick her lips again.

"Ahh...that helps," she said as she stared at the band.

"Helps?" I asked, her hand still on my groin.

"Yes...believe it or not, this is a little out of my comfort zone," she said as she turned her attention back to me.

"What is...drinking a beer, or listening to a band?"

Heather smiled and said, "No...those are pretty familiar to me. I'm talking about this...this is hard." She kind of waved her beer bottle back and forth between us, like it had something to do with the two of us. I knew what she meant, but I wasn't going to let her off that easy.

"I'm not following you, Heather. What's hard...besides my cock right now?"

She leaned up against me again, feeling the heat between us, and she licked at my ear. "You know, maybe this isn't going to be as hard as I thought...you seem to be okay with this, don't you?"

"Well, I'm not sure what this really is yet. But if you keep doing that...I'm pretty sure I'm going to stay hard." I slipped my arm around her waist, pulling her towards me quickly, making her squeal a little.

"Wow...you're strong."

"You don't have to play to my ego, Heather. But I appreciate the sentiment."

"I was serious, Neil. Mind if I have a seat?" she asked.

I looked on both sides of me, but the barstools were occupied. When I started to say something, Heather threw her long brunette hair over her left shoulder, and she turned to face me. Before I knew it, she was lifting her right leg over my right, nestling her knee against my balls gently as she straddled my thigh. She reached behind me and held my neck with her free hand for support. Taking another swig of her drink, she started moving her body back and forth slowly, grinding her crotch against the denim. "Mmm...I hope you don't mind. I'm pretty sure I'm getting your jeans wet. It's been a long time since I've gone without panties like this."




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 69



I grinned at Heather, my right hand moving down to my thigh, very close to her left leg. She took her eyes off of mine for a brief moment, looking down at my hand. Then she returned my gaze, the mischievous expression on her face amplified by the killer dimples she flashed along with her naughty smile.

"What if I don't believe you?" I asked.

"What?" she said, unsure if she heard me correctly over the band.

"What if I don't believe you're not wearing panties?" 

Heather smirked and said, "Well, I can't believe you can't feel the wet spot on your jeans yet...but if you really don't believe me, maybe we should go somewhere so you can just check for yourself." 

~*~*~*~*~*~

Ann listened to my question about whether Heather was already a part of whatever it was she'd been planning, and she sighed. "She might be. I really don't know yet. It totally depends on if you think she's hot enough for you to want to be with her...and you need to tell me what's happening on my side of this. That's if we're even DOING this. It sounds like you may not want to...and that's fine, Neil. I was just..."

I laughed and said, "Ann...I don't even know what 'this' IS yet. We're still making this up."

"Well, like I said, I was thinking of this a kind of a game. But you need to know from the start that there's a strict 'no fucking' policy for this one." 

"Well, that works for me...but how the hell does that affect you? Were you thinking about a guy?"

"No. Definitely no! You know I'd never do that, Neil...ever!" she said emphatically.

"Okay, Ann...don't get upset. It just sounded strange how you said that."

"What I MEANT was...you'll get handjobs or blowjobs. And like I said, I'm not sure how I even figure into this yet. You were the one that said I should do it too...I didn't intend to be a part of it. 

"Well, you are a part of it. And I'm thinking you get two people too. But they're both going to be women."

"So...who besides Tina?" Ann giggled, thinking of the obvious choice first. "Nancy?"

"No...I'm thinking she's too close to my old life. Let me think about that for a little while."

"Okay. So, I guess that means I'll get eaten or fingered...but no dildos. In fact, I'm not going to be allowed to use my dildos at all...I want us both to have to go without feeling fucked again until we're with each other."

"You're not ALLOWED to?"

"Well...I suppose I am. But I'm not going to. The last time we were apart, you got to fuck Tina...and a few other people. So I fucked myself with Antonio. But this time, you're not going to...so, I'm not going to."

I thought about Ann, and her Antonio dildo. Actually, it was one of many she had. She had so many of them, she had been handing them out to people as gifts. And that got me to thinking about who else might be willing to join our game.

"I think your other person should be Penny," I said, thinking of the woman Ann had been with the LAST time I'd been in a hotel.

"Penny?" Ann said sheepishly.

"Yeah...what do you think?"

"I think I'm going to need to make a phone call," she laughed. "And I'm going to have to figure out how to make this game work for two of us...in different locations."

"Is that going to be too hard?"

"No...it just changes it a little."

"Are you sure...how is this game played? What are the rules?"

"What?" Ann asked, a little preoccupied since I was changing her plans.

"The rules, Ann. The last time we played a sex game, it was with Chad and Dana. But that was a real board game. Is this real, or is it something we're just kind of...doing?"

"Well, I made it up, if that's what you're asking. And it's a real game, with real rules. But now that you've added me into this, I need to rethink a couple of things."

"Are you okay with this, Ann? You're not mad that I want you to be a part of this too, are you?"

"God no...I'm excited that we're kind of doing this together. I mean, I've done stuff for you...on your trip. And you came up with some amazing things on OUR trip. But this time it's going to be the both of us coming up with it."

"Not really. I still don't know what it is. It's still your idea."

"Well, maybe, but you've added an element that I didn't consider."

"You're telling me you never thought of joining in on your end?"

"No baby. I was only thinking of you. I figured I could manage, just by frigging myself. It's not like I sit around daydreaming about having sex with women all day. I daydream about having sex with you! Women don't factor into my thinking."

"That's not true. You just got done telling me you negotiated two more times with Carol."

"For the THREE of us, baby. I don't fantasize about being with women just to be with them. I've come to terms with that part of my sexuality. I LIKE being with women...but not to the point that I dwell on it. If I happen to have sex with a woman as part of our marriage, in like a threesome with you, then fine. And if not...so be it. I'm in love with you, Neil Antonio Thomas. You're never going to have to worry about me straying with a man...or a woman."

"You make it sound like you don't want to be with women anymore."

"I never said that," Ann said in a sexy way. "I'm just saying that if you don't want me to be with women, I won't...and that will be fine."

"So, you want to do this then?"

"Yes...it's turning me on to think about it now."

"Ann...that doesn't make any..."

"Neil, it's turning me on, because YOU want me to do it. In my mind, it's kind of like you're making me do it...and you know how much I get off when you MAKE me do things. Does it make sense now?" 

I chuckled and said, "More than it did a few seconds ago. But I'm still confused about the rules of this game."

"Well, I am too now. But I don't want to waste any more time if you don't want to do this. So, what do you say? Should I finish them?"

"What...are they that involved? Can you give me a little hint about what this even is?" 

"It's not that bad...but I had a couple more ideas just pop into my head. I just need to put them on paper to make sure it makes sense, now that I'm going to be a part of this. In the meantime, I need to know if you like the idea of this at all. Like I said, I want to...but I don't want to waste our time."

"Well, I don't have enough details yet, babe. But...I trust you. And I know you're putting a lot of thought into this, so I don't want to say no. Not yet, anyway. So, I guess I'm saying I'm willing to go with the flow until you actually tell me what this is really all about."

"And I'll tell you, baby. I promise. You're going to love it. We both will...but first things first. Is Heather the kind of person you'd feel comfortable with doing something like what I'm talking about."

"Well, there's a lot of reading between the lines in that sentence, since I don't know EXACTLY what you're talking about. But if you're asking me if I think she's hot, the answer is yes. And if you're asking me if I'd be willing to let her give me a blowjob because YOU want her to...then the answer is maybe."

"Just maybe?"

"Yeah...maybe. I won't say yes until I know what I'm getting myself into."

"You're not getting yourself into this, Neil. I'm getting you into it...just like you're getting ME into it," she snickered.

"True...but you know what I mean."

"Fair enough. But, do you trust me enough to do something to kind of get this started, even though you don't know the 'rules' yet?"

"Of course I do, Ann. I love you."

"I love you too, Neil. I'm going to call Penny, and she if she's willing to be a part of this...and if she is, then I'm going to adapt the rules of our little game to add me into the mix. In the meantime, there IS something I'd like you to do," Ann said, her voice laced with sexual overtones.

~*~*~*~*~*~

The 'something' Ann wanted me to do, was meet Heather in the bar by the lobby and go dancing...and a little more. She said I should follow Heather's lead. And she didn't mean letting her lead me on the dance floor. Ann was talking about what we were allowed to do together. Ann had an idea about the game all along, and she'd already given Heather and Carol a lot of the details...at least, the ones she had already made up. Since it was still a game that seemed to be evolving every couple of minutes, it was a work in progress. But the foundation of the game was apparently set...it was just how the 'winners' were determined that seemed to be the final piece that Ann was working on. 

From what I could gather, the gist of the game was between Ann and me, and the idea was for Ann to continue finding ways to keep me turned on, and now, for me to find ways to keep HER turned on. And one of the ways that was going to happen was by using the help of other people to get us in that advanced state of sexual excitement...and keep us there. But my impression was we were also supposed to do the same to them. In my case, that meant Heather, and apparently Carol. And for Ann, it meant Tina, and Penny is she was willing, and her husband Garrett said it was okay. 

So, I'd met Heather in the bar like Ann wanted me to, and I followed Heather's lead like she'd told me. She was sitting on my leg, rubbing her wet pussy against my thigh, and I'd said asked what would happen if I didn't believe that she wasn't wearing panties.

It was an absurd question, really. First of all, I knew she wasn't. Like she'd insinuated, I could feel the warm damp denim of my jeans against the skin of my leg. Heather was so turned on by the situation, and the stimulation she was giving herself by grinding against the fabric of my Levi's, she was dripping wet. Secondly, it was absurd that we were even in that position to begin with. But then again, Ann had set up the scenario...and that changed everything. 

I knew I wouldn't be fucking Heather. In fact, there was some doubt that we be doing anything at all when it came to actually having some kind of sex. But it was evident by what Ann had told me, along with the way Heather had greeted me in the bar, that we weren't supposed to be shy about touching each other. After all, Heather had grabbed my crotch, massaging my balls and shaft through my jeans. And now she was rubbing her own naked crotch against me. So, when I'd asked my somewhat absurd question, it didn't shock me that Heather told me to see for myself. But I wasn't buying into the idea that we needed to find somewhere more secluded to do it.

Instead, I slid my hand up my thigh, farther between Heather's, my fingers inching up under her short little miniskirt.

"I think I'll check right now," I said as I winked at her.

Heather felt my fingers gently rub against her inner leg, and a shiver ran through her body. I watched her closely, searching her face for any sign that I might be heading down a path that would tell me I should stop and backtrack. Instead, as the very end of my fingertips touched the edge of Heather's wet slit, she gave me a different sign altogether. She sucked in her breath as she bit the corner of her lower lip, her eyes snapping shut as she tilted her head back ever so slightly. Then she arched her back and made a soft, sexy moan.

It was the international sign of a woman waiting, and wanting more. Heather was excited, holding her breath as she anticipated what I might do. I slipped my middle finger into her pussy, just to the first knuckle. Just enough to let her know it was there, and to make her want more.

"Oh my God," she mouthed, lifting her ass a little trying to give me better access.

But instead of sliding my finger deeper inside her, I pulled out and cupped her pussy with my hand, feeling how wet she really was.

"Ooooh," she said as I moved my hand slowly back and forth, letting the length of my middle finger split her labia as I felt her up.

"Hmm...I guess you were right, you do have a bare pussy. And a bald one from what I can tell," I said as I pulled my hand out from under her skirt and brought it to my lips, putting the tip of my finger in my mouth to suck it in front of her.

"Not completely...but pretty close," Heather said as she watched me. Then she batted her big greenish-gray eyes and said, "Carol told me that you are too. Is that true?" 

I leaned back, my left elbow resting on the bar as I took a swig of my beer. Peering deep into Heather's eyes, I asked, "Is what true?"

"That you're...shaved."

I brought my hand to my face and rubbed my chin. "Yeah...I shaved, why?"

"I didn't mean your face, Neil," she grinned. "I was talking about your crotch. Carol told me you shave your cock, and your balls and everything. Is that true, or was she just yanking my chain?"

Shrugging my shoulders, I said, "Maybe you'll find out for yourself sometime. Who knows."

Just then, the band started playing another original tune that was a slower song, and Heather's eyes slanted, a wicked expression crossing her beautiful face. Grabbing my hand, she swallowed the rest of her beer in one big gulp and jumped off my lap, slamming the bottle onto the bar.

"C'mon. I want to feel that big thing pressing against me," she hissed as she rapped the back of her hand against my groin lightly. I quickly downed the rest of my beer, and let her lead me to the crowded dance floor.

Heather and I danced for well over an hour straight. We'd started with that close dance, holding each other tight as we kind of fell into each other's arms. And she ground her pelvis into mine the entire time, trying to feel my cock against her lower body. But because I was wearing jeans, I was more restricted. That didn't stop Heather from working to make sure I was as uncomfortable as possible. Her job was to turn me on, and she was determined to do it well...and that meant that my raging hard on was trapped in an awkward position, making it difficult to dance very well.

I'd always considered myself a pretty good dancer. Being well built and athletic, I felt I was graceful, even if the did sound a little conceited. And I did my best to hide my predicament...but Heather knew she was having an effect on me, and she went out of her way to tease me about it.

During our tenth or eleventh dance, the last nine or so being a lot faster, I became enamoured with Heather's heavy tits. They were swaying back and forth under her white blouse, which was becoming more transparent by the minute as we both sweated from the dancing, and from the heat from all the people near us. The dance floor was still crowded, and that atmosphere made what we were doing together all the more electric.

I'd seen 'Dirty Dancing' a couple of years before, and Heather was taking a page right from the script, rubbing her body against mine in ways that made me shiver. But I wasn't shy about groping her while we danced either. In fact, during one particularly memorable moment, I was cupping her big breasts as she ground her ass into my groin, her back to me as we moved to the music and I actually pinched one of her very erect nipples. We were in a dark corner at the time, and she'd turned so that she was facing a wall, away from the rest of the people shaking their asses to the heavy bass beat. She let out a little yelp when she felt me take a liberty she hadn't anticipated.

Turning to face me, she leaned in and put her hand at the top of my jeans. Staring into my eyes with a sultry gaze, Heather leaned her face in towards mine, her lips touching my right ear.

"Mmm...did I tell you how much I love having my nipples abused?" she whispered, her hot breath making my inner ear damp. Then she licked at my earlobe quickly before giving it a quick bite, pulling it with her teeth as she pulled away before letting go.

My hand went to her waist, snaking up her body as it pressed against mine. She pulled back a little, giving me a little more room...and that gave her more room as well. When my fingers touched her bare skin just under the ruffled material of her blouse, she swooned a little, and then she pressed her hand harder against my tight abdomen.

"Just how abused," I said, lifting the elastic and slipping my hand underneath her blouse.

"Oh...fuck! Very!" she nodded. I was about to move my hand up farther. In fact, I started to, my fingertips reaching the soft skin on the underside of her right breast. But she froze and said, "Stop!"

I hit the brakes, worried that suddenly Heather had a bout of conscience that was making her second guess what we were doing. She must have seen the look on my face, a cross between bewilderment and flat out panic. I didn't move, unsure of what to do with my hand, and that made Heather giggle.

"You're amused?" I said, puzzled by her reaction.

"I didn't mean 'stop' stop...more like 'hold that thought.' I want to go first...I just have to know. And I want to know now!"

"Know what?" I asked, mentally scratching my head.

"If Carol told me the truth...suck in your stomach just a little," she said as she moved closer, her elbow coming up higher to create a better angle. 

I did as she asked, and Heather worked her hand down the front of my tight jeans as we stood on the very edge of the wooden floor, near one of the blaring speakers at the edge of the stage. We were out of the light, somewhat shrouded in darkness, but now that we weren't moving, it was pretty obvious to anyone that may be looking that whatever we were doing couldn't be mistaken for dancing.

As Heather snaked her hand farther down inside my jeans, she pulled back just a little and gave me a little smirk. "Hmm...no underwear. That's so sexy," she said as she licked her lips.

"Just trying to be like you," I shrugged. As her fingers moved a little lower, she let out a little gasp as the back of her hand touched the tip of my hard cock, and she felt where my pubic hair would normally be. 

"Oh my God...you ARE shaved. Damn that feels so hot! You skin is so smooth!" Heather looked at me with a serious stare, and she took a deep breath. "Neil...pinch my nipple as hard as you can when I touch your cock...okay?"

I know I blinked a couple of times when I heard what she said. She had to say it loud because of the music, and us being right in front of the speaker, but it still took a second to sink in. "Are you sure?"

"As...HARD...as...you...CAN!" she said emphatically, making sure she got her point across. I moved my hand up, feeling her nipple for the first time without the covering of her shirt. I gently rolled it between my finger and thumb, waiting for her to move her hand. And she did, twisting her wrist in the front of my pants, working her fingers to grasp my thick shaft.

When I felt her fingers circling my cock, gripping it tightly, I pressed my digits together, clamping down on the thick, hard bud extending from her breast. I was squeezing her nipple so tight I was sure that my fingernails were turning white underneath...and Heather's reaction was amazing. She ran her thumb over the tip of my cock, feeling the pre-cum leak out as she smeared it all over my head...and as she did, I felt her have a little orgasm. She leaned into me, her head resting on my shoulder. She was whimpering as I tortured her tit, just like she apparently wanted, and that made her cum.

"Oh...fuck...yes!" she said as I let go, and then re-gripped and pinched again. "God that feels so good, Neil." Heather squeezed my cock as the little wave of pleasure ran through her, and then she let go, pulling her hand from my jeans. I took that as a sign, and I let go of her nipple and took my hand out.

"Are you okay?" I smiled.

"No...we need to go."

"We do?" I asked, wondering what brought that on all of a sudden. But then I saw Heather looking at the clock on the wall, and I realized she must have known something that I didn't, which didn't really surprise me when I thought of the big picture, and that Ann was orchestrating things in her own incredible way. 




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 70



It wasn't the best night sleep I'd ever gotten, for a lot of different reasons. First of all, I wasn't used to my new surroundings. The last time I'd slept alone someplace other than my bed at my parent's house, was on the couch in the mountain cabin in Colorado. But I'd been so exhausted by what Ann and I had done that night that I'd fallen fast asleep, even on the huge wet spot Ann had left there. 

This time, I had been in a very comfortable bed, in a very comfortable room, my head resting on a very comfortable pillow...and I had felt anything but comfortable. It wasn't the sounds of the room...like the interstate that was next to the hotel, the cars and trucks making a low, constant hum. And it wasn't the odd pinging sounds of the heat register that was warming the room on the cool autumn night. And it wasn't the steady clicking of the clock on the far wall, counting off the seconds of early Sunday morning. The sounds weren't ones that I was used to hearing in the middle of the night, but they weren't the reasons I had been restless, fighting to get to sleep.

The reason for my sudden insomnia was all in my head, and my shaft. I had an erection that was so hard it actually hurt a little...and it wasn't going down. The more I tried not to think about what Ann had set up, and how my evening ended up, the more restless and horny I became. The few times I had drifted off, I only ended up dreaming about Heather and the way she came as I ate her wet pussy. And then I'd wake up, still as hard as when Heather had left me.

Lying there under the covers, the sensitized head of my cock tingled as it moved slightly against the fabric. I could feel the wetness of the soft cotton sheets against my skin, the precum leaking heavily from my prick. I stared at the ceiling, fighting the urge to reach down with my hand to grab my shaft and start jacking off to a fast and furious climax. I'd never wanted to masturbate so much in my life...but I couldn't. I didn't want to be the first one between Ann and I that caved, and caused us to have to 'repay our bankers'.

It was part of the new game Ann had us playing...one that was intended to keep us horny for each other. And it was working. As I licked my parched lips I could still taste Heather, a sweet reminder of the orgasms I had given her with my mouth and tongue the night before. I closed my eyes, picturing her naked, her writhing body moving across the mattress of the other bed in the room as she came; the screams of passion still echoing in my head. And that made my cock twitch some more.

"Time for a cold shower," I said out loud to the empty room, resigned that that was only way to get my cock to go soft without making myself cum. 

Throwing off the covers, I swung my legs over the side of the bed, my feet landing on the plush carpet. A few minutes later I was standing under the big nozzle of the shower massager, frantically shaving my crotch after I had hurriedly washed my body. The cold water had doing the trick, finally making my shaft start to soften...but that meant that I had to rush a little, which I never liked. It was always easier to shave my cock when it was semi-hard, and yet I was taking the kind of shower designed specifically to prevent that. But I'd been shaving myself long enough that it was pretty much an automatic thing. In fact, I couldn't remember the last time I'd nicked myself shaving there.

Stepping out of the shower, I grabbed a towel to warm up as much as dry off. The cold water had done the trick, my shaft no longer the big rigid pole I'd had minutes before. And my balls had done a retreat, pulling up into my body to find warmth. The end result was that I no longer felt the uncontrollable urge to jack off like I had when I got out of bed. That didn't mean my horniness had gone away, but at least for a moment, it wasn't on my mind as much. 

I was brushing my teeth when I heard a rapping sound, but it took me a moment to realize that someone was at the door. Looking up into the mirror, I wondered to myself who would be knocking so early. But when I looked at my watch lying on the countertop next to the sink, I realized it was actually close to 10. I spit out the toothpaste and wiped my mouth, before throwing on the thick white hotel robe that was hanging on the back of the bathroom door.

I'm not sure why I, but I never thought to look through the peephole of the door. Instead, I seemed to be in a rush as there was a second knock. I quickly made sure I was covered, tying the front of the robe closed and unlatching the door, wanting to make sure I opened it before there was another knock, or the person left. When the door swung past me, I more than a little stunned to see who was standing there.

"Uh...hi," I said, staring at Carol, the Executive Secretary of my new company.

"Good morning, Neil. I didn't wake you, did I? I thought you'd be up already," she said, her voice showing off her sexy southern lilt.

My mind raced as I saw her standing there in a pair of tight jeans and a sexy red silk top that had spaghetti straps to show off her bare shoulders and a generous amount of cleavage. She had a jean jacked draped over her arm, and as I looked her up and down, I saw the 4 inch red spiked heels peeking out from under her pants. While a part of me thought I should just be polite and reserved, I also knew that Carol had talked to Ann. As I thought of what that conversation must have been like, and the resulting 'game' that came out of it, I thought of Ann. I didn't have to guess as to how she'd want me to react with Carol standing at the door of my hotel. I could feel it deep inside my chest. It was almost like Ann was standing next to me whispering into my ear, telling me to go ahead and flirt...telling me that she wanted me to.

With that mindset now in my brain, I flashed Carol a naughty little grin and said, "I WAS up, thanks to Heather...and that's the reason why I just finished taking a cold shower. But now that I see you, I can feel myself getting up all over again."

"Relax, Neil," Carol giggled, "My...branch, or whatever Ann's calling me. Well, I'm not open today. It's Sunday."

"So why are you here if you're not going to try and turn me on?" I asked innocently.

"Who said I wasn't going to try and turn you on? I only said I'm not open for business, so to speak."

"Hmm...this sounds...dangerous."

"For me too...don't think I'm not dripping right now knowing you're naked underneath that robe."

I reached for the tie, threatening to open the robe, but Carol just smiled and reached for the bottom of her top, acting like she was going to lift it over her shoulders to show me her bare chest. "Careful...two can play that game."

"HA...fair enough. So...what brings you here?" I asked, motioning for Carol to come in. She walked past me, placing a wet umbrella in corner on her way to the living area of my room

"I thought you'd like some company today. Someone to show you around a little bit. Why don't you get dressed, and I'll take you to breakfast," she said as she moved sexily past me to the window.

Carol opened the drapes, which didn't help much. It was another cold, gray, rainy day; the clouds hanging low, obscuring the view of the Blue Ridge Mountains. Turning, she offered me a view of her sexy body as she sat down in the large, overstuffed leather chair and watched me get some jeans out of my suitcase.

"Are you going to leave everything in those?" she asked.

"What?"

"Your clothes. You're going to be here for a while. It might make more sense to actually make yourself at home and take your clothes out of those suitcases and use the drawers."

"Well...I haven't had time. I just got in last night, and I spent most of that dancing with Heather."

"I heard it was a little more than dancing," Carol giggled.

"You did, did you?" I said as I dug through another suitcase, looking for a sweatshirt.

"Heather called me a soon as she got home. She was really worked up. You must have outdone yourself last night, Neil."

"Why do you say that?" I said, glancing over my shoulder.

"Well, for one, Heather couldn't stop thanking me for asking her if she'd like to be a part of Ann's..."

"Her game?"

"Yeah, I guess that's what you'd call it. Anyway, Heather's really excited about this."

"Yeah...and what about you?" I asked as I turned around with my clothes in my hands.

"I'll just say that I wish this wasn't Sunday," Carol winked. 

I started to turn and head to the bathroom to get dressed. But, then I remembered that one of the parts of the game Ann had set up was to try and do whatever we could to turn the other one on. And that just wasn't Ann...I was supposed to try and entice Carol and Heather. So, I threw my clothes on the bed next to Carol, and walked into the bathroom quickly to comb my hair, and put on some deodorant and some body spray. When I walked back to get dressed, I left the front of the robe very loosely tied, showing off my chest and my lower abdomen.

Carol smiled, and she wiggled a little in her chair as I moved slowly towards her. I stopped at the end of the bed, about 10 feet from her, and I turned my back to her as I untied the robe. I heard a soft gasp as I lowered the white terrycloth down my backside, exposing my naked frame. Then I heard Carol moan a little, the sweet, sexy sound escaping past her soft lips. I turned around and grabbed my jeans, flashing my semi hard cock in the process.

I looked up as I placed one foot inside a pant leg, and Carol said, "I see we're both going to go without underwear today."

"I like living dangerously," I said as I winked at her.

"Dangerously?"

"The less we're wearing, the less there is to take off...that makes it more dangerous, don't you think?" I said as I tucked my cock into the leg of my Levi's before buttoning them and carefully pulling up the zipper. 

Carol lifted the bottom of her sexy little top, exposing her tits for me. I smiled as I saw them, remembering how great they felt in my hands as I pawed those fleshy mounds while I'd fucked her in the hospital room just after my physical. "Yes it does...especially since I'm wearing as little as you are. Like I said, two can play this little game," she said as she pinched her nipples. "Now, do you want to continue teasing each other, or would you rather go get some breakfast?"

~*~*~*~*~*~ 

I held the umbrella over us as Carol and I walked down the rain soaked sidewalk, heading back towards the hotel as we returned from breakfast. We'd gone to a family style restaurant called Shoney's that was just down the block from what was now my temporary home. I was going to drive us there, but Carol said she'd rather walk. She said she felt sexy when she walked in the rain, and it was hard to argue, although she was sexy no matter what.

We'd had a very nice time at breakfast. It was a bright, clean place, and the food was very good. Some people say you can't judge a restaurant by its breakfast fare, because it's pretty hard to screw up anything on the menu. But I always found the opposite to be true; you can tell a great deal about a place in those early morning hours when people are just waking up. Sure, the food isn't the most sophisticated, but it's not supposed to be. It's supposed to get you going on your day...it sets the tempo of how things are going to go as the hours pass.

And this passed that test. It was good food, made hot, fresh and served to order, with no little hiccups that can make you pause. The fact that the place was spotless, and the service was excellent, only added to the way I viewed the food itself. All in all, it was a good experience. And you couldn't beat the price...it wasn't that expensive a restaurant; and Carol had picked up the tab.

When we got to the cars...Carol's white Nissan 300 ZX parked next to my red one, she stopped. "Ready to go?" she asked.

"Go? Where are we going?" 

"I have some things I want to show you," she smiled.

"Mmm...I saw them this morning. But I'd be more than happy to look at them again, if that's what you want," I said as I shifted my eyes to peek towards her cleavage. 

Carol giggled. "Well, that's not what I was talking about...but don't worry. I have a feeling you haven't seen the last of them today. In fact, I'm sure of it."

"Okay," I said with a smile. "So...what do you what to show me then?"

"You'll see. Do you mind driving?" 

"No...of course not," I said as I led her to the passenger door of my car, opening it for her. 

A minute later, I was pulling out of the parking lot of the hotel. Carol pointed and said, "Head that way...we're going to go through town. I'm sure you didn't get to see it the last time you were here."

Carol was right...I hadn't. Tina had done that for me, since I was busy interviewing, and having sex with Carol. But it was pretty much what I'd expected. I'd lived in the Shenandoah Valley once before, in Northern Virginia. And the towns were all kind of the same. Most of them were originally settled in 1,700's, so the closer you got to the center of them, the older and more stately the buildings and structures were. This one was no different. You could feel the history as you drove down the tree lined streets.

In a word, the town was fascinating. The architecture and the layout of the streets were from another era. It felt smaller than it really was, full of character and charm. While it's hard to get a true feel just passing by, you couldn't help but be moved by the surroundings, even on a cold, rainy morning. 

Carol had me take a winding road east out of town, passing over railroad tracks several times as the pavement snaked through the rolling hills and along a creek. She'd said it was a shortcut, but only she knew where it was a shortcut to at the time. I did make note of a very nice public golf course along the way to wherever we were going, and I mentally kicked myself for not thinking to bring my clubs along with me. It was early October, and there would still be a few nice weekends left in the year. Weekends where I'd likely have a little free time on my hands. 

I let out a little sigh, and Carol picked up on it. "What's wrong, Neil?" she asked.

"Oh...nothing," I responding, thinking I was being silly.

Carol turned toward me a little, smiling sweetly. "You know...you're with a friend. You can tell me if something's bothering you."

Her sincerity landed on my ears like a hymn, sounding strong and reassuring. I reacted with a quick smile, and a little laugh. "We're friends?"

"Of course, Neil."

"Carol, we really don't even know each other."

"Sure we do. You said that the last time we were together. You knew you were like me, because we've both been divorced. And I don't see what 'knowing' that much about each other has to do with anything. You're marrying a girl you dated for a week."

I couldn't help but chuckle when she said that. "Well, that's true. And to be honest, I do feel like you've been a good friend. I just don't throw that word around lightly. Truth is, I have a lot of people I know, and like. And they're acquaintances...a real friend is hard to come by. And it's harder in the south, Carol...I've lived out here before. I've known some of them for over 20 years, and they still don't think of me as a real friend because they haven't known me long enough. In fact, I'm a little worried about Ann coming out here, because it's going to be a lot different from California, or even Indiana." 

"I can see your point. A lot of older people are that way here...they don't trust people that are new to the area. I mean, they're friendly and all, but they do tend to wait and see, I suppose."

"I'm not knocking that, Carol. I think people throw around the word 'friend' too easily. But that 'wait and see' thing doesn't make a lot of sense when they've known someone for over a decade. My fear is that Ann has always made true friends so easily. Lifelong friends. She doesn't take that word lightly at all, and...

"And that means she'll fit in just fine, Neil. If she knows the true meaning of the word, and values it, then the people here will see that. I think you have to have a little faith that Ann's character will show through...and realize that people here will accept the genuine article when they see it."

"Even if she's not dressed conservatively like they're used to?" I laughed.

"I don't think you're going to find it's as conservative as you think. Did you see how some of the girls were dressed last night at the bar? I mean, I wasn't there...but I've been there before. Besides, I don't think of myself as conservative. There are times I like to dress to show more of what I have. You should know that...after all, I seem to remember you ripping off a blouse I was wearing...and I didn't wear one the rest of the day."

I laughed and said, "You're right, Carol. Maybe I'm worried about nothing." And she WAS right. There were some really hot girls dancing at the bar, including Heather. And they were dressed anything but conservative. 

"Hey...that's what friends are for," she shrugged.

"So, we're really friends, then?" I said again, liking the sound of it.

"I'd like to think so. After all, we've had sex. And I'm not the kind of girl that does one-night stands...I only sleep with people I like...excluding my ex, of course."

"Of course! I exclude mine."

"So, yes...we're friends. Now tell me, what was that big sigh all about?"  

"Aw...it was nothing really. I was just lamenting the fact that I left my sticks at home, that's all."

"Your...sticks?"

"Golf clubs. I saw that course we passed, and I got to thinking about the fact that Ann's in Indiana, and I'll likely have some time on my hands on the weekends...I never thought to bring them."

Carol unbuckled her seatbelt, moving forward after she did so that she could take off her jean jacket. "So...you play golf, do you?"

"Yeah...are you hot? Do I need to turn the heat down?" I asked as I glanced over towards her. I'd had the heat on a little, because of the cold rain we'd been walking in, and I figured it had gotten to be too much for her.

"I'm fine. I was just thinking about what you said about the girls here being conservative, and about what you did to me that day. Do you think I'm dressed too modestly right now?"

"What? Of course not...you look...incredible!"

Carol looked down at her sexy red top, and said, "I don't know...I'm thinking you were right, this looks kind of blasé."

"Blasé! Who are you kidding, Carol? You look hot!"

"Really? I'm thinking if Ann was here next to you, she'd be dressed a lot hotter than this." Before I could saying anything else to protest, Carol winked at me and lifted the silky top up over her chest, taking it off and throwing it into the back seat. She was naked above the waist as she pointed nonchalantly in front of us. "Take a right when we cross the railroad tracks again, Neil."

I had to snap my head away from her body to check and make sure I didn't put the car in a ditch. We were out of town, on a back road taking us further out of town, so it wasn't like Carol was going to be seen by anyone, particularly with the rain coming down. But that didn't stop me from being amazed that she'd discarded her top so casually. 

She sat there for a second, her silky brown hair touching her soft shoulders as we drove the hilly road; her big breasts swaying with the movement of the car. Then she took her jean jacket off her lap and started to put it on.

"So...do you think this looks better?" she asked, her deep green eyes sparkling with excitement.

"I thought you looked great before. But that is making a statement, and I'm all for that," I grinned.

"Is this something Ann would approve of?" 

"Yeah...absolutely. But Carol, don't get caught up trying to compare yourself to Ann, or anyone else for that matter. You're incredible all on your own."




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 70



"Aw...that's sweet," she said as she finished putting on the jacket, covering up her tits. "There...that feels so much sexier. My nipples are so hard they hurt."

"Yeah...I know how you feel," I said, nodding toward my crotch. "But, I don't want you to just feel sexy. I want you to feel safe too...so, buckle up!"

"We're almost there," Carol said, pointing again through the windshield.

"I don't care. Five feet, of five hundred miles, you need to have your seatbelt on, okay?"

She didn't argue, snapping the tab of the shoulder harness into the buckle, letting the red strap fall across her chest securely. "There, is that better?" she laughed.

"Not trying to be some kind of nut about it, Carol. But I care, and I don't want to see you get hurt. You never know. Besides, it's not like I can't get distracted with those big beautiful tits out in the open like that."

Carol giggled and said; "No...you're right. Thanks for thinking about me."

"That's what friends are supposed to do," I winked.

~*~*~*~*~*~

As the car crested over a yet another hill, it appeared, on what looked like a big flat plateau between the rolling hills. Hell, it was so damn big it WAS a plateau. Our destination was the new Armada Manufacturing plant where I'd be working, and it was ridiculously huge. It looked like an aircraft carrier sitting there, waiting to be deployed. 

"What are we doing here?" I asked.

"I have a surprise for you," Carol said, practically hopping up and down in her seat.

"Really...what?"

"Well, I don't want to spoil it. But, I will tell you that I've made some arrangements for you. It's going to take a couple of hours, but I promise I'll make it up to you later. Are you up for it?"

"Up to you making it up to me...sure!"

"No...are you up for trusting me on the. Like I said, it will only take a couple of hours."

"Sure, Carol. I've got nowhere else to be anyway. Anything I do with you beats sitting along in a hotel room on a rainy day."

"Good...pull around to the back of the plant...I don't what anyone to drive by and see your car in the parking lot."

"Anything you say, my lady," I said as I pulled into the far entrance.

Calling it a parking lot wasn't really correct. First, there were technically three of them. There was a little one in the center for guests' right in front of the main entrance, and two other ones to either side of that, for the employees. There were enough spaces for what seemed like a thousand cars. All together, the lots were more like something you'd find at a mall. 

But we skipped all of those empty spaces, instead driving down an access road next to the loading docks, around to the back of the building. As we made our way down the road, I was a little stunned that I had to cross over railroad tracks again. This place was so gargantuan they had their own set of railroad tracks shooting off from the main ones. 

"What the hell are those for?" I asked, showing my naivete.

"Shipping and receiving. We have the ability to bring in freight and make shipments on rail."

"You're kidding," I said.

"Nope...it's a pretty big place, Neil."

"Yeah. I can see that. I'm starting to think I'm in over my head again," I said in a little panic.

"Don't worry...you're going to do fine. Besides, that's why we're here." I was a little puzzled by Carol's comment, but she just pointed towards a silver sedan and said, "Park next to that car. We can go in there." 

Shaking off what Carol said, I decided to just let it go. She'd done so much for me, and while I'm not sure why, I was getting a vibe from her that told me I needed to just shut up and trust her. She said she saw me as a friend, and I needed to act like one.

We went through a door that was surprisingly unlocked. Closing it behind us, Carol turned on a flashlight that I didn't even know she had in her hand, and she handed it to me. "Hold this while I button up," she said. 

I used the beam of the light, looking around to see where we were standing. We were in a huge, empty warehouse. It seemed like the inside of a stadium, the roof at least 5 stories above us. I turned to look at Carol, who was fastening most of the buttons of her jacket, leaving a couple undone at the top to show off her huge cleavage. Then she took the light from me, and told me to follow her. Carol's heels echoed off the walls of the cavernous room, and she led me towards a large garage door that was closing off the rest of the plant. Next to that door, was a regular door, and she opened it, motioning me to walk through.

On the other side of that big wall was the production part of the plant. Ann flashed the beam down along the wall, and it went forever before hitting anything. The room was at least three football fields long, and there were all kinds of machines everywhere.

"Come on, Neil...I can see Ivan's light from here," she said, pointing at a spotlight at the far end of the plant.

"Who's Ivan?"

"He's the guy that's we're here to see," she said with an impish smile.

It seemed to take forever to get there, what with the vast number of obstacles in our way. Most of the machinery was being installed, and so there wasn't a straight shot there...not like there would be once production was up and rolling. When we finally got to the light, we saw a man in blue overalls, on his knees next to an open electrical cabinet full of thousands of multicolored wires. 

"Ah hem," Carol grunted, pretending to clear her throat to get his attention.

He turned his head, an unlit cigarette dangling from his lips. "Carol!" he exclaimed in what sounded like a German accent. He spoke excellent English, but his dialect was thick, and his voice was deep, obviously affected by years of smoking. His leathery face was weathered, his narrow blue eyes piercing from under his long, stringy gray hair. 

He got up and gave Carol a hug, which Carol enthusiastically gave back. "Ivan...this is Neil, the guy I was telling you about. Neil, this is Ivan...he's one of the technicians installing the production lines in your department."

I stuck out my hand and said, "Nice to meet you, Ivan."

"Yah...nice to meet you too, Neil," he said as his hand slapped into mine. His handshake proved he was much stronger than his thin, wiry frame belied. 

"If you don't mind my asking...where are you from, originally?" I asked.

"Salzburg," he said proudly.

"Where's that, exactly?"

"Austria, along the German border."

"Oh..." I said, my voice trailing off. "I was kind of hoping you were from Germany."

"Yah...why?"

"Because, I have this burning question that's been gnawing at me, and I thought I'd finally get it answered." 

"Go on," he said, motioning with his hands that I should go ahead and ask.

"Well, I was actually wondering...what the hell does 'Fahrvergnugen' mean?" 

He burst out laughing, his hand actually slapping me on the shoulder. "Ah...the Volkswagen advertisement. Yah...it means a smooth, comfortable ride."

"Wow...thanks Ivan," I said with a smile. "Okay, Carol, I learned what I needed to know...I guess we can go now."

"I think you're going to want to stay," she said as she nodded towards Ivan.

"Oh yeah...why's that?" I asked.

"Patience, Neil. You're about to find out," she smiled.

~*~*~*~*~*~

From a career standpoint, it was probably the most intense three hours I'd ever spent. But they were also the most invaluable. And I was hoping they were going to prove to be the most rewarding.

Ivan was the LEAD technician, in charge of the installation of the three production lines that I was going to be in charge of...or at least, partially in charge of. I was going to be one of six supervisors, two on each shift once we reached full production. But we wouldn't be running three shifts for over a year. We were going to start with one shift, and then quickly move to two. Then, we would eventually bring a third shift into the rotation, and we would literally rotate the shifts. 

I was the fourth supervisor hired. The company wasn't going to waste money hiring the last two until they needed them, which would be about six to eight months after start up. But, the first three supervisors where hired before me, and they had been on the job for a couple of months each. In fact, two of them were helping the technicians install the equipment, because they were already familiar with it. In those cases, they had actually been operators, albeit on older, more unsophisticated production lines. The other supervisor they hired was a woman; and Carol told me she was currently in charge of writing all of the job descriptions and work instructions for the department.

While I had experience in managing people, and I had been in the industry for a long time, this was all new to me. And that was my biggest worry going into my new job...that I'd be overwhelmed by the enormity of the place, and the differences of the type of production I'd be overseeing compared to the slower, more hands on type of work I'd been used to. The lines that Ivan and his crew were installing were state of the art, highly automated systems that placed a premium on quickness of set up, and the overseeing of quality at high speeds. I was used to what might be considered a craft, and this was going to be high octane assembly.

Carol was well aware of my concerns, with the biggest being that I wasn't going to have the technical expertise that my peers in the supervisory ranks would have. She'd said all along that my fears were unfounded. She'd said, in all seriousness, that she felt I'd end up being the shining star of the department, because the skills that I had in leading people weren't skills that the other supervisors had, and they weren't capable of learning them...they were operators, masquerading as managers. 

When she'd said that, Howard, my former assistant, came to mind. When my father asked me when I was leaving my position if Howard was the right man to take my place, I told him no...emphatically. I told him that Howard was a classic case of taking an amazing operator, and ruining him by making him a production lead. And that would only be worse if they made him the head of the department. And the description Carol had given me regarding my new co-workers sounded exactly like that.

But that didn't stop me from being nervous about not knowing what I was doing regarding my new job. It was bad enough that the other supervisors had a couple of month head start on me in the company. They also had a leg up when it came to the actual type of production Armada would be doing, and that was a big, big advantage in my view. 

Carol knew that...and she decided to take it upon herself to even the playing field. In her own persuasive way, she'd talked to Ivan, telling him that the company needed me to have a feel for the job the production operators would be doing. After all, I was going to be in charge of hiring all the employees in the department. It was something that I really hadn't thought about, but Carol was right. How could I possibly hire for specific positions, when I didn't know the skill sets that each one of them would need? 

Yet Carol was thinking deeper than that. She was thinking big picture. She wanted me to be successful, because if I was successful, it was going to make the company successful. And if the company succeeded, that meant that Andy Evans, the corporate VP that was in charge of this new facility, would succeed. And since Andy was Carol's direct boss, it came down to the fact that if Andy was successful, he'd also be happy, and that would make her life a whole lot simpler.

And then there was the personal angle. Carol didn't really like the other three supervisors all that much. She felt the two guys that were helping with the installations were jerks. She said one was a chauvinistic pig, while the other one was simply arrogant beyond belief. And she had no problem saying that my female counterpart could be a manipulative bitch from time to time. So, Carol said she was going out of her way to make sure I got every opportunity to start out my career at Armada with on level ground with the other three supervisors. While she couldn't do anything about the two month head start the others got, she felt she could do something to give me a bit of an edge when it came to the production lines I was going to be overseeing. 

That edge...was Ivan.

Ivan gave me an incredible crash course on the ins and outs of the lines, including showing me little nuances and tricks of the equipment that he wasn't sharing, and wasn't GOING to share, with the other supervisors. He'd met them, and he had a similar distaste for their attitudes that Carol had. They'd made the mistake of getting on his bad side, by ignoring things he was trying to teach them. They felt because they were seasoned operators with years of experience, they didn't need to be tutored by someone that had never actually run the equipment under production conditions. What they didn't know, was that Ivan was part of the design team from Europe that developed the new technology that was built into the line.

So, first he showed me the proper way to set up the production line...all four operator positions, and what they needed to know. Then, we went back through and he taught me all the special fine tune adjustments and added features that the engineers had built in. Things that weren't readily apparent, even to those with experience. After that, he went through a whole host of troubleshooting scenarios, and provided the first, second and third most likely causes, and their solutions. All the while, Carol was there by our side, taking detailed notes for me, so I could concentrate on the hands on training that Ivan was giving me.

And that was the key. I was pretty good at being able to read and figure out how to do something...but I was exceptional at learning a task when someone actually took the time and showed me. It allowed me to ask questions, and then follow up with other questions. I went into sponge mode, soaking up everything that Ivan showed me. And the more I picked his brain, the more he was eating it up. He loved that I was enthusiastic, and that I was actively soliciting his knowledge of the machinery, especially with it being what I'm sure he perceived as his 'baby'. I knew from the moment Carol explained why we were really there that I was being given a golden opportunity, and I was doing everything I could think of to take advantage of it. 

When we'd finished, Ivan commended me on being a good student, and he said he had no doubt that I'd be able to more than hold my own amongst my peers.

"The things that I've showed you, only you are going to know. But they will make more sense with these," he said as he walked over and grabbed a box off of a work bench.

"What's this?" I said as he handed it to me.

"These...are the manuals for the lines. They explain everything I've told you...in detail."

"Manuals? You mean operator's manuals?"

"Yah," he nodded.

I opened the box to find 4 separate three ring binders, each an inch or so thick. There was one for each major section of the production line. Based on my experience working with the manufacturing equipment I'd been around during my career, I knew that new pieces of equipment came with two sets of binders. One set was the electrical and mechanical schematics of how the machines were designed and put together, along with a spare parts inventory listing. The other set was the operator's manuals. The other thing I knew was that they were usually very expensive.

"So...these are for one of the lines?"

"Nah...they are for you...to keep."

Carol smiled and said, "I'll type up the notes tomorrow. With those, and the actual manuals, you'll be able to do some homework. By the time they actually start live production, you'll know more than the other three supervisors combined. AND, you'll be able to train your crew better than them, because you know the RIGHT way to run the lines."

"Yah...and there is a right way. Which means there's also a wrong way, which is what your compatriots are doing," Ivan said with a hearty laugh. 

"Wow, Ivan...I don't know how to thank you," I said.

"Thank me by kicking their arrogant asses," he nodded.

He didn't mean me personally. He meant my crew, wanting them to out produce those of the other supervisors. The odd thing was...I was going to run just part of the department. I'd be paired up with one of the other supervisors, who would be in charge of other production areas. I was going to have a partner, so to speak. And based on what Carol had told me, no matter who I got as a partner, it sounded like I was going to have to be on my guard. 

I wasn't worried about that any longer, though. I suddenly felt confident. It was great to have the manuals, and I'd certainly read them at some point. But I GOT what Ivan showed me...it stuck, and I knew it. The way he taught me fit my style of learning, and while I was sure there would be some things I may struggle with a little, I also knew I'd retain what he said. Carol's detailed notations would see to that. Whomever I was partnered with would work out, because we'd be a team. I wanted my shift to be the best, and that meant that my partner and his or her crews would need to be successful too. I just wanted to make sure that I held the upper hand, and now, I had the cards to do just that.

Ivan said he needed to get going...he was staying at a different hotel, and he said he needed to get some laundry done. Carol told him that we'd lock up...she wanted to take me on a little tour of the rest of the plant, since I hadn't been there before. He headed off with his flashlight, having turned off all the lights near where we'd been. 

Carol had me set the carton of manuals down on a table, telling me we'd get it on the way out. Then she handed me her notepad while she held the flashlight, so she could take my hand. Pulling me along, she said, "Come on...let me show you around."

A couple of minutes later, after carefully navigating our way through the pitch black plant, Carol was opening the door to the main hallway that lead to the front entrance of the plant. I could see the gray slate tile on the floor of the hall, which was made a little easier from the light coming in through the windows of the pair of double doors of the entrance about 75 yards away at the other end. 

We walked about halfway down that hall, and Carol stopped. "Wait here a second, Neil. I have to go to the bathroom, okay?"

"Uh...sure," I said as I stood still.

"There's a light switch panel down this wall, just around the corner where the front desk is. You can turn on the lights...no one's going to know we're here. I'll be out in just a minute. You can have look around the foyer if you want while you wait."

"Sure...okay," I smiled. The corridor that was the hallway was about 25 feet wide, and I walked down the center towards to entrance doors. The closer I got, the easier it was for me to see, even though it was a crappy day outside. Moving over toward the wall, I turned the corner and found the switch panel that Carol mentioned. There were five switches, and I flipped each one, lighting up the hallway, and the foyer area.

"Wow," I said to myself as I got my first glimpse of receptionist area. It was a big curved front desk, more along the lines of what you'd see in a hotel. It was chest high, so the chair behind the desk was more like a barstool height, but with a comfortable seat. The first thing I noticed was the closed circuit security screens hidden behind the desk itself. There were six of them, each with a little toggle switch, and a knob, so you could move the cameras manually, and zoom in and out. Obviously, there were cameras on the perimeter of the building, and I was sure many of them were zeroed in on the parking lot.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 70



Looking up to my right from behind the desk, was the waiting area. There were several modern modular couches, sort of curved in different shapes, each with a glass table in front of them. And they were facing an actual living atrium that was built into the floor, like a pit of sorts that stretched across the front windows of the lobby. It was a couple hundred square feet, and it was filled with hundreds of plants and a couple of little trees.

Beyond that were two large cherry doors that I presumed led to the front offices, and there was another single cherry door along the back wall, which was painted a light gray to offset the color of the slate tile on the floor.

To my left, immediately to the right of the front entrance when you'd walk into the plant, was another set of double doors. These were your standard metal variety, painted a darker gray to contrast the walls. Overtop of them was a sign that said 'Employee Wellness Center.' I walked over and tried to look through the window of the doors into the darkened room, but I couldn't see. So, I opened the door and found a light switch on the wall. Flipping it on, I shook my head a little when I saw a huge, fully equipped gym, with every kind of exercise equipment you could imagine inside. 

I was standing there, mesmerized by all of the workout stations, when I heard a voice coming from across the room. It was Carol, peeking her head around the corner of a little hallway that obviously led to another entrance into the room.

"I see you've found Martina's contribution to the company," she smiled. Martina was the company nurse that had given me my physical at the hospital the day I'd given my interview.

"This was her idea?" I asked.

"Yep...when she interviewed for the job, she brought it up. And once she got the job, with a little help from me...she pressed Evans into letting her follow up on it. Her office is right behind this window" she said as she stepped out of the hallway, walking across the carpeted floor to point at it like she was a Price is Right model.

"Holy SHIT," I exclaimed, the shock hitting me.

"What...it's just an office window, Neil," she giggled.

"Uh...you know that's not why I said that," I smiled.

Carol had entered the room...naked. She was just wearing her red spiked heels, and a beautiful gold necklace with a diamond pendant that hung centered just above her big, heavy tits. I scanned Carol's body, looking at her from head to toe, and I smiled when I looked at her crotch.

"Something amusing you, Neil?" she asked.

"I love what you've done with your hair," I said, my eyes staring at her pussy.

"You like it? I couldn't get Tina out of my mind, and I had to try it. I've been like this since the day you left," she said as she started walking toward me.

Carol had shaved her pussy totally bare, just like Tina's. She'd had a neatly cropped tuft of brown pubic hair when I'd last seen her, but now, she was bald...and beautiful. And she was heading my way.

It was the first time I'd seen Carol totally naked. When I'd been with her in the hospital, she'd never taken off her short skirt. I'd been naked, with her starting out totally dressed...at least until I'd ripped off her blouse in a moment of passion, making the buttons fly across the examination room. Now, the roles were reversed. And the way she was looking at me, I wondered in my head if I'd end up with a torn t-shirt.

Moving up against me, Carol draped her arms around my shoulders, staring into my eyes with her deep green ones. I let out a little sigh, unsure of where I should put my hands, if anywhere. Carol felt me kind of tense up, and she said, "Relax, Neil. I'm supposed to be trying to turn you on, remember?"

"Mission accomplished," I said softly.

Carol reached down and took my hand, bringing it to her mound. "Feel how smooth my pussy is, Neil...it's so sexy, don't you think?"

My fingers touched her delicate skin, feeling how silky smooth it was. "Very," I answered, too stunned by the sudden turn of events to say anything else.

Taking my hand, she pulled me along, back through the doors of the exercise room, into the front lobby. "Come with me, Neil. I have something I want to show you."

"I don't know what else you could be hiding," I laughed.

"I'm not hiding anything. I'm baring myself, in more ways than one," she said with a grin, looking over her shoulder.

Carol took me on the sexiest guided tour I'd ever been on. She showed me the front offices, including the board rooms, the vast customer service area with over a dozen cubicles, the accounting and purchasing departments, the scheduling area, and the IT department. All the while, she went out of her way to show off her body...which wasn't hard. I couldn't say the same for my cock, which was so rigid it was making it difficult for me to walk, since my shaft was trapped down my right pant leg.

We made a quick detour down a back hallway, into the engineering and maintenance department, making our way through the tool room. There, she grabbed an emergency flashlight hanging on the wall, and we were suddenly walking through the darkened plant again. She kept us along a wall, walking us down an open aisle. Then, we took a right, down another aisle along an inside wall of the plant. Just hearing her sexy shoes clicking on the cement, knowing she was naked as she walked next to me, made me moan a little.

"Are you alright?" she asked.

"Yeah...just hard to keep up with you with this limp I have now."

"Aw...I'm sorry, Neil. I should have gotten the wheel chair out of Martina's office."

"That's okay...I'd rather walk behind you and pretend I can see that sexy ass of yours." 

Carol giggled as she opened the door to a room and flipped on the light. "This is production office for your department." 

It was pretty big, open room, with 7 desks inside. There were two in the front, by the two big windows, one on either side of the door. Then, there were two all the way in the back, one in each corner, facing the windows. There were two on the left side, facing the wall to the right...and then there was one on the right side facing the other direction. That one had file cabinets all around it. Each desk had a credenza that went with it, and there were new computers on each of them, as well as what looked like a sophisticated phone system. 

The whole room was big, and bright, and smelled of fresh paint. Carol pointed to the work center along the right wall, the one with the file cabinets, and said, "That's where Sheila's going to work. She's the department clerk."

"We have a clerk?" 

"Yeah...when you go to rotating shifts, she's going to kind of be the glue that helps keep things running smoothly. You'll like her...she's really sweet. In her early 40's, and she's already a grandmother." Carol pointed to the two desks next to the windows in the front and said, "Fred, the chauvinist...he's got the desk to the left there, and Conrad, the arrogant asshole, sits there." She pointed to the right, at the desk next to that window. Then she motioned toward the back right corner of the office from where we were standing by the doorway. "And of course, Thelma sits back there."

"Thelma?" I said with a little smile. 

"Yeah...Thelma. She's not as bad as I make her out to be sometimes. I mean, she can be a real bitch, but she's not nearly as bad as the other two, in my opinion. In fact, those jerks staked out the front desks near the window because they were in the plant first...and she wanted to be as far away from them as possible. They're already conniving to be partners. Fred doesn't want to work with a woman partner."

"Interesting. So, you're saying I'm probably going to be working with a woman?" 

"Don't get any ideas, Neil. I know it's cruel to say it, because I'm just perpetuating a stereotype...but she kind of fits the name, if you know what I mean. She's the textbook reason that little boys came up with the idea that girls have cooties."

"Ha...don't you think you're being a little harsh?"

Carol thought for a second and nodded. "Yeah...I guess I am. Thelma and I just haven't hit it off that well. I suppose I'm making her out to be something she's really not. But that still doesn't mean you..."

"Relax Carol. It wasn't like I was thinking of doing anything with her anyway. I have no intention of getting involved with a co-worker."

"Says the man staring at the naked Executive Secretary," she laughed.

"You don't count. You're a friend...and you just happen to work here," I reasoned.

Carol smiled when she heard me call her a friend. She walked to the middle of the office, and pointed to around to the three empty desks. "So...which one would you like to be your desk?"

"When I've had a choice, I'll always take the gunslinger's chair," I said, pointing to the back right corner.

"Gunslinger's chair...what's that mean?" she asked innocently.

"In Western's, whenever a gunslinger sits down at the saloon, he'll always sit with his back up against the wall so everyone's in front of him so he can see. That way, there's never anyone sneaking up behind him. I've never liked working where people can peek over my shoulder."

"So, you're saying that you would have chosen that desk anyway...even if you had first choice?"

"Yeah...but don't tell anybody that. I'd rather they think they have one on me."

"Hmm...so, you're a little conniving."

"I can be if I need to be. Let's just keep it our little secret, okay?"

Carol moved back to the desk I'd pointed towards, and said, "I can think of another little secret we can keep from them. Come back here, gunslinger...I think we need to break in this desk the right way." And with that, she got up onto the desk and lay back, putting her stilettos on the edge as she waited for me to move.

I walked to the back of the room, and got behind the desk, sitting in a very nice blue office chair that was presumably going to be mine. Carol turned on her side and pointed at the flashing light on the phone on the desk.

"What's that," I asked, again being ridiculously naïve.  

"It seems you have a message, Mr. Thomas. Maybe you should see who it's from," see said with a sexy wink.

"How can I have a message...I just told you which desk I wanted to be mine?"

Carol shrugged her shoulders and said, "Remember the personality profile you took when you were interviewed?" I nodded, and she said, "Of the three remaining desks, this one seemed like the logical one. Maybe it's not a gunslinger's chair...maybe it's a secret agent chair, Mr. Bond."

I thought about what Carol just said. It was like something out of a dream. I'd taken that profile test, answering the questions as James Bond would. Most of the answers were how I would have answered them myself, but there were several that I'd answered like Bond would have. 

While I knew it didn't have anything to do with it, there I was, sitting at a desk that Carol predicted I'd choose. And that same desk now had a sexy, naked goddess, lying in the place where I'd be working, playing with her nipples as she waited for me to make some kind of move on her. All I could do was think how I'd gotten there, and what Bond would do. I looked at her and pointed at the phone, "How do I work this?"

"Hit the speaker button, then hit the message button, and then hit pound, and put in your password."

I did the first two tasks, and said, "What's my password?"

"I took the liberty of assigning it for you. It's 007," she said with laugh. She'd used James Bond's agent number, and a chill when down my spine.

I grinned as I punched in the number, and I wasn't surprised when I heard Ann's voice coming through the speaker on the phone console. 

~*~*~*~*~*~

'Hi baby! It's me. I have another surprise for you...but I didn't know about this one myself until I called Carol this morning. She kind of talked me into this, but I'm okay with it. I called her, because I wanted to tell her about the changes to the game...mostly that she was only going to be available to you on Wednesday's and Saturday's. And as you can imagine, that kind of bummed her out...but she understood the reasons.

Anyway, baby...to make it up to her, I'm going to change today. I know I said that this is always going to be OUR day, and it is. Trust me...it is! But, when Carol told me that she was going to see if she could bring you to the plant, because she'd set up a training session for you...well, I realized that she's really our friend. I can feel that...I have a sense about these things. I think you know that. 

Anyway, since she's doing this for you, and I'm reducing her role in our game a little...well, I guess what I'm saying is that I'm going to make an exception for today. And today only, Neil.

So, first of all...this is entirely up to you. You don't HAVE to do anything with Carol if you don't want to. But, if you do, then you need to know that every time you can make Carol cum today it'll be added to our account when we open it tomorrow. AND, if she makes you cum, it won't cost us anything. I guess it's sort of like a gift for opening an account with her. So...you can make Carol cum as many times as you want. And you can cum as many times as you want to. 

Just one more thing, baby...Carol tried to talk me into this too, but I'm not budging. As much as I know you'd both love it, there's NO fucking. NONE! So, she can get you off any way she wants, other than that. And you can get her off any way YOU want to. But I have to say no to something. So, no fucking. That's my line...and I love that I know I can trust you not to cross it. I love you, baby. I'll talk to you later tonight. I want you to make me cum over the phone.

Bye!'

~*~*~*~*~*~

I hit the delete button on my phone, erasing the message. Carol was still lying there on her side, her left hand holding up her head as her right one played with her nipples. She was smiling brightly, her eyes sparkling as she stared into mine.

"I believe the words I heard were...'you can make Carol cum as many times as you want.' And just so you know, I'm free until midnight. So, what do you say, Neil. Are you up for this?"

"I've been up since you showed up at my door, Carol," I smiled.

Carol spun around on my desk like she was a stripper moving on the dance floor, contorting her body until she was in position in front of me. She slowly spread her legs for me, and said, "I want you to eat me, Neil. I want to cum on your desk, so that every day you sit here, you'll remember that the first thing you ever did here was make me cum like a slut. I want that to be our memory here together...please?"

She didn't have to plead with me, but it was a very erotic thought. And I had no doubt that I would remember it, just like she wanted me to. How could I not, with her spreading herself wide for me, scooting towards the edge of my desk as she offered her pussy to me in the most blatant, provocative way she could at the moment.

Grabbing Carol's hips from underneath, I pulled her closer, making her squeal as she moved. "Oh God, Neil...I'd been dreaming about this for months," she said as I moved closer, breathing on her wet slit.

"Months? You just talked to Ann about this this morning."

"I've been dreaming about you eating me again since you did it last time. Please...make me cum," she pleaded again.

"Oh...I will," I said as I moved forward, sliding my tongue along her inner thigh. 

Carol let out a soft sigh, her upper body tensing up as she felt my tongue against her soft skin. She knew what was coming, and she tried to move her body to make me touch her pussy. But every time she did, I'd move. I was going to take my time, and make our first time together last. 

Well, it wasn't our FIRST time together. But the previous time, we were under a time constraint. Martina had given us just 45 minutes to use the exam room at the hospital. And Carol had been desperate that day. Not so much to cum...although I was sure that played a part in it. She was more desperate to move past her past...mainly the messy remains of her divorce. And fate, with a little helpful push from afar by Ann, had put me into the position to help Carol make that move, just like Dawn had helped me. 

But unlike my weekend with Dawn, I didn't have time to take my time. Time I would have liked to have had...to give Carol more of what she really deserved. While our encounter was amazing, it was all to brief. Dawn and I had an entire weekend for us to help heal each other. I had only had a couple of hours to help Carol.

I didn't know where Carol was emotionally or mentally when she'd shown up at my doorstep at the hotel. It helped that we had a chance just to be together and talk during breakfast, although it was rather sexually charged. How could it not have been, considering Ann was once again working her magic from afar? And while I didn't know that Ann and Carol had made arrangements for Carol and me to spend some time together in a more intimate way, it really didn't surprise me. Not when it came to Ann.

And yet, there I was, somewhat surprised that I was about to go down on Carol's beautiful bald pussy...at what would be my new desk. Pleasantly surprised. As I licked at her other thigh, I thought about what she'd just said, telling me she'd been dreaming of this moment for months. The inflection in her voice made me think that she still needed some closure...that I'd only started to help her heal, but that time factor didn't allow me to finish the job. And while I knew that I wouldn't be fucking her, I now had time on my side, and I knew I could still give Carol an amazing experience...with an orgasm or two to go along with it. My hope was that whatever demons still haunted Carol, somehow I'd be able to exercise them like Dawn had done for me.

I licked my way around the edges of Carol's pussy, staying away from anywhere that might set her off. She continued to squirm, and it was getting harder for me to keep focused on what I wanted to do. I'd pushed her legs back toward her with my hands, lifting her ass in the process...and I was on my way to reaming her pink little asshole when she whined and moved again. I'm not sure why, but I instinctively moved my hand off her thigh and I smacked her ass with my palm. The slapping sound was loud, and it resonated through the room.

"FUCK!" Carol exclaimed as she felt the sting.

"Sorry, Sunshine...I didn't mean to hurt you. But you need to keep still...I want..."

"Did...did you just call me Sunshine?" Carol asked, totally changing the subject.

I nibbled at the skin of her left ass cheek, where I'd spanked her...kissing and biting at it. "Mmm...yes. Why?"

"Because...that's my nickname. I've had it since I was a little girl."

"I can see why," I grinned from between her legs.

"W...what makes you say that?"

"Because...you have a way of lighting up the world, Carol. And I'm not saying that because of what we're doing right now. It just seems to be who you are as a person."

Carol sucked in her breath a little when I said that. Then she sighed. "Thank you, Neil. You don't know how much I needed to hear something like that."

Sure, it was a contrived line. I'd wanted to make Carol feel good about herself, and I'd felt bad about spanking her. And I'd called her Sunshine, because it DID seem to fit her personality, so it wasn't like I was just making up something to be feeding her a line of bullshit. I cared about her, and when you're having sex with someone, there are times when you need to use a pet name, instead of just their given name. So, I'd said the first one that came to mind that made sense. That it turned out to be one she'd been called before...that was either an amazing coincidence, or a blind stroke of luck. Or, Ann and Dawn would have said it was fate.

"So...who gave it to you?" I asked, continuing one of the oddest conversations I'd ever had during sex.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 71



"YOU DON'T HAVE A KEY!" 

I was astounded by what Carol had just told me...so much so that I actually shouted in response. Carol stood in front of me, with a panicked look on her face. She was not only naked and covered with my cum, she was now handcuffed.

"I didn't say that I don't have A key. I said...I don't HAVE the key. You know...WITH me."

"Well where is it?" I asked, thinking about the predicament we were suddenly in.

"It's at your place," she sighed.

"The hotel?" 

Carol's expression changed, from the one of slight fear she had when the metal bracelet clicked shut against her right wrist...to one of minor disappointment. "I told you...I don't want to think of it as a hotel, Neil. That's where you live right now...so it's YOUR place."

"This is hardly the time to get into a debate on the semantics of where I live right now, Carol. Don't you think?"

"I suppose. I was just saying..."

"Fine...what's the key doing at MY place?"

"I left it there...I thought that I might want to do this tonight. And I liked the idea of you taking me there cuffed...but I was hoping I'd be dressed. I never dreamed you would do this," she said as she turned sideways and showed me her hands bound together behind her back.

"I told you...what's the point of wanting to be 'taken' if you know when it's coming?"

"Well I know that now," she said as she leaned back onto her desk. "What are we going to do?" 

"Well, I suppose I could take you into the maintenance room and find something to cut them in half. Then you could at least get dressed."

"I just got them. I don't want to ruin them before I ever get to use them," she pouted.

"Well, then there's only one other thing to do," I said, moving over and taking Carol by the elbow, leading her toward the door.

"What's that?" 

"The same thing I'd do if you were Ann. I'd just make you go like you are," I said as I flashed a little grin.

~*~*~*~*~*~

"I can't believe I'm doing this," Carol said, a little tremble running through her body again.

"Just think of this as me making you do it," I said as I stole another glance at her sexy body.

"Making me do it?" 

"That's kind of Ann's thing. She gets excited by the thought of being MADE to do things that she says she normally wouldn't do. It's the core of the whole idea...you know, of not being in control of what's happening to you. That turns her on."

"Huh," Carol said as she sank back into the passenger seat of my car. "I never thought of it that way. At least...I never thought it all the way through like that." I reached over and tweaked Carol's nipple, making her jump a little. "HEY...what was that for?" 

"To remind you that you're not in control right now...I am...so get used to it," I laughed.

"I'm not sure I'm ever going to get used to driving around town without a top on," she said as she stared out the window.

~*~*~*~*~*~

I'd taken Carol back through the front lobby, turning off the lights to the hallway as we went. Illuminated just by the grayish light coming through the front doors, we walked down the gradually darkening hallway to the door she'd went through earlier to go to the bathroom. I opened the door, and Carol had me flip on the light so we could make it back to the bathroom.

In truth, Carol had really gone to her friend Martina's office. Martina was the company nurse, and we walked first into the nurse's station, which was more like a doctor's exam room. It was eerily similar to the one I'd taken my physical in at the local hospital...the room I'd fucked Carol in on the day I met her. There was a bathroom just off the exam room, but that wasn't where Carol had gone.

On the other wall was the door to Martina's office, which was where Carol had undressed...and we went inside so I could help Carol put her cloths back on. I helped her put her jeans on...although I refused to button them or zip them up. I left the front pulled down like a 'V', showing off more of her bare pelvic region. But they weren't in danger of falling off. In fact, I had a hell of a time getting them over her hips. In fact, they were so tight I was beginning to think she'd have to go without them before I finally got them in place.

As for Carol's top...well, it was in the back of my car. She'd taken it off to tease me on the way to the plant, removing it slowly, before putting her jean jacket back on a minute or so later. She'd kept it buttoned up while Ivan, the lead technician that was installing the equipment in my department, gave me a private tutorial. But once we'd finished that a little over three hours later, Carol wanted to take me on a tour of the plant. I just didn't know at the time that she wanted to do it while she was naked.

Now, she was naked from the waist up, and there was no way to solve that easily. Not with her hands cuffed behind her back. I couldn't get her jacket on, and draping it over her shoulders might make her a little warmer once we went outside in the rain, but it wasn't going to cover her big tits. And that was the price she was going to have to pay. After all, she'd said she liked the idea of me taking her back to, well...my place, in handcuffs. 

I hung Carol's jacket over her the handcuffs, in effect hiding the fact that she had them on. Although one would have to wonder why anyone would choose to walk around topless, while holding their coat behind their back the way Carol was. But that was beside the point. I was too busy staring at how the angle of Carol's arms was pushing her chest forward, making her tits jut out farther. I cupped them for a moment as I stared into her eyes, and she offered an innocent smile...one that betrayed how she was feeling inside. She was turned on to no end, no matter how much she whined about the situation she was now in.

I offered no apology for handcuffing her without knowing the way Carol had wanted to be taken back to my place. Sure, it would have still been erotic and exciting if she was wearing her jean jacket and I'd cuffed her then. I still could have exposed her if I'd wanted to. But this was better. It was more dangerous. And that made it more real than if she'd tried to stage the event, like she had originally planned. After all, what's the point of wanting to feel you have no control, if you're going to try and control the situation from the start? No...this was better. This was sexual tension at its bare essence.

I grabbed the flashlight she'd placed on Martina's desk, and led Carol back out into the plant, making sure I stopped by and grabbed the carton of training manuals that Ivan had gotten for me. I commented to Carol how it was a shame that he'd left already, because I was sure he would have loved to see her like she was, half-naked and covered in cum...mine.

Carol let out another little shudder and a low moan as I headed towards the warehouse where we'd come into the building. 

"Stay close, Sunshine. I wouldn't want you to get left behind like you are now," I said as I walked in front of her. I could hear her walking fast to keep pace as I moved past the hidden hazards that were lurking in the dark. I really wasn't going that fast...I didn't want Carol to get hurt, and with me having the flashlight, I knew it was harder for her to see. But she moved with me, so I felt comfortable that while we were walking briskly, she was able to keep up.

When we reached the back door we'd used to enter the plant, I asked Carol if she was ready to go out.

"Yeah...but you need to get my keys. Ivan wouldn't have locked the door, and we need to lock it behind us."

"Okay...where are they?" I asked as I moved around to check her jacket, knowing they weren't in her jeans because of how hard they were to get on her.

"Uh...they're in my purse...in your car," she said sheepishly.

"Well...I guess we're going to have to go outside to get them, aren't we," I said as I opened the door.

"Oh my God!" Carol said she looked outside. It was pouring, the rain coming down in sheets.

I laughed, thinking that we'd left the umbrella in the car as well. "Looks like we're going to get a little wet."

"I was already wet," she said with a giggle.

"I wasn't talking about your pussy, Sunshine," I said as I put the carton down and ran out to the car. 

I opened my door first, and hopped in to find Carol's purse, which she'd left on the floor in front of her seat. I felt guilty almost as soon as I picked it up and reached for the zipper. But then I felt worse that I hadn't thought to ask Carol where in the purse the keys would be...and she hadn't thought to tell me before I sprinted off into the downpour. With the direction the rain was coming, opening my window wasn't an option. So...I was resigned to doing what no man wants to do...cracking the security seal on a woman's purse.

It was territory that males dared not tread. Most men didn't want to. It was sacred, mysterious territory, fraught with danger. At Man School, you're taught that the contents of a woman's handbag were not to be messed with, under any circumstances. Women keep all their deepest, darkest secrets inside. It was like I was about to start searching the hidden compartments of Batman's utility belt. Even Robin knew not to go there, and he lived in the freaking Batcave. Well, maybe not the Batcave, but he lived in Wayne Manner, so one can understand the point. It just felt wrong.

But there I was, unzipping the big brown leather designer handbag, carefully pulling it open wide to peer inside. I half expected some kind of sleeping gas to pour out of it; a defense system against unauthorized access, activated by sensors detecting a human life form with a Y chromosome. I was actually reluctant to reach inside, instead just scanning the items I could see in plain view as I searched for the keys. But there were so many little compartments in the purse, I knew almost from the instant that I opened it that I wasn't going to be that lucky.

I unzipped a couple of smaller storage areas thinking they would be a likely place to look, but they weren't there. So, I opened a larger one. As I looked inside it, I did a mini double take, a smile coming to my face. My eyes were first drawn to the large vibrator. It was at least 10 inches long, and it was fairly thick. Next to that was a small white and red medicinal tube...the kind that an ointment or lube would come in. It looked strangely familiar, and as I studied it, it finally came to me. It was a tube of the same stuff Martina had put on my cock just before I fucked Carol. She'd called it a stimulation cream, and it made my cock harder than it had ever been. It also made the skin warmer, and caused it to tingle in the most amazing ways.

But I distinctly remember Martina saying that it could also be used on nipples, and on clits...causing the same effects. She'd even given Carol a little tutorial on the best way to fuck me to have her clit drag across my shaft, so that she'd gain the benefits of the cream as well. And...I also remembered Martina saying it was cherry flavored, in case Carol might be brave enough to suck me...which she did. I know a side effect was that it could make the mouth a little numb...along with some temporary tingling, but it was harmless. Looking at the tube, I couldn't help but wonder why Carol had it...and I smiled at the thought.

Next to the tube, were a set of keys, and based on the other things I'd just discovered in the bag, I didn't want to waste any more time poking around inside. I took out the key ring, closed up the purse, and reached down to pop the hatch with the little button under the dashboard. I climbed into the back of the car from my seat, not wanting to go out in the rain quite yet. I grabbed a towel and threw it up into the front seat for Carol, and I opened the hatch up, before climbing back into the front on the passenger side and opening up the door. Since I was soaked, and I was only going to get wetter, I thought Carol should join me, so I ignored the umbrella and just took off for the plant, jumping inside as I made it to the open door. 

I grabbed the carton of manuals, and ran back through the rain, putting them into the back of my car before closing the hatch. Running back to the plant, I jumped in the door to catch my breath.

"What took you so long?" she asked, standing there in the cold draft coming thought the door.

"I fell inside your purse. The damn things so huge, I had trouble climbing back out. But that's your fault...I can't believe you don't have a rope ladder in there. You have everything else."

"It's not that bad," she said, roiling her eyes as she laughed at what I'd said.

"Well, I wouldn't know. That's the first time I've ever opened a woman's purse. Frankly, I'm surprised an alarm didn't go off."

"Oh...stop it Neil. It's not that big a deal."

"Yes it is...and you know it. But it's done now. I've got the keys, so let's get going."

"Where's the umbrella?" Carol asked.

"Oh...I don't think so. I just got soaked. You can get soaked too."

"But..."

"But what?" 

"Well...I kind of like how I feel with your cum all over me."

"I wouldn't worry about that, Sunshine. I'll be more than happy to put more on you later if you want. Which key is it?" I asked, holding up the key ring for her to see.

"The gold one...it's a master key for the plant."

I got behind Carol, and gently nudged her out the door in to the downpour. She was reluctant, but she really had no choice. I shut the door and locked it as soon as I could, then I took off for the car.

"C'mon!" I said as I opened my door and got in.

"WHAT! WAIT!" Carol called out as I slammed my door shut, leaving her to run around the car on her own. 

I watched as she slowly made her way around the car, and I smiled as I watched her try and open the car door by backing up and fumbling to grasp the handle. It took her a moment, but she finally got it. She backed up and sat her ass on the towel I'd spread out for her, and then she lifted her feet into the car.

"I hope you don't expect me to shut it too!" she said in a huff.

"No...I'll get that," I replied as I leaned all the way across her body to grab the handle, pulling it shut with a thud.

"I can't believe you left me out there to do that myself, Neil. That was rude."

I just smiled and said, "I'm not being rude, Sunshine. I'm making you earn your place. If you want to do this, we're doing it my way. You have no control...I have it all. Besides, nobody said being a love slave was easy."

"Wait! I'm a...love slave?"

I moved my head down, taking one of Carol's nipples into my mouth, sucking it hard for a couple of seconds, before taking it in my teeth and gently pulling on it...making it stretch. Carol let out a groan from deep inside her throat, her back arching ever so slightly.

Letting it go quickly, I pulled back and stared into her deep green eyes.

"You tell me, Carol. Are you?" At first she had just a shocked look on her face. But when I gave her an evil little grin, and arched my eyebrow ever so slightly, she gave me a slow, affirming nod. "That's right...you are. Until midnight."

"Midnight?"

"You said you were available until midnight. I'm going to take advantage of that...and of you!"

~*~*~*~*~*~

"Do you think anyone can see me?" Carol asked as we drove back through the center of town through the pouring rain.

"I doubt it. Not with the rain coming down this hard. I'm only going about 5 miles an hour and I can barely see the road. Man, this is like a Midwestern storm, without the thunder and lighting," I answered.

I crept along, hoping to avoid the huge stream of water that was flowing down along the gutters, trying the go down the storm drains. The rain was falling so hard they were starting to back up, which in turn was making the streets start to flood a little.

I glanced over to look at Carol for just a moment. She was still dripping, her hair hanging wet and heavy like she'd just stepped out of the shower...which she kind of did. I could see the goose bumps on her skin, and I adjusted the heat again. I'd been playing that delicate game with the climate controls of the car, trying to make it warm enough for Carol, while trying to keep the windows from fogging up. 

Carol sat up a little higher in her seat. I smiled as she did...wondering what might be going on in her mind. But she sat in silence watching the torrential downpour as I navigated the road.

I failed to see a huge puddle that had formed, and the water displaced from the tire, splashing under the car and out the sides, forming a huge wave of water. Carol, turned and said, "You're gonna need a bigger boat."

"Ha...did you see a shark swim by?" I laughed.

"Actually, I can't see anything out there."

"Well...then that means no one can see inside either," I said, reassuring her of what she'd wondered before.

Carol turned her head to look out the passenger window again, but I was sure I heard her say, "That's too bad," under her breath. 

She was silent the rest of the way back to the hotel. So was I, concentrating on my driving through the driving rain. I pulled into the parking lot, scanning for an open space that made sense. I ended up parking at the far end, away from the main entrance. Grabbing the umbrella off the floor, I hit the button for the hatch again and opened my car door.

"Wait here...I need to figure out how to get you inside."

"Why don't you just go up to your room and get the key...it's lying on the windowsill behind the curtains."

I nodded, but I had no intention of making it that easy for Carol. She had wanted to feel like Ann felt. Well, maybe not to the extent that Ann did...I think Carol was scared of the pain factor, which Ann seemed to crave. But Carol certainly longed for the feeling of being helpless, and being forced to do things she wouldn't normally try. Whether she liked it or not, I was going to give her that little fantasy. 

I felt the same way that I had about what Ann and I did when we were in the Rocky Mountains. I had an obligation to follow through with what I'd started. Carol wanted to try this...experience some kind of bondage scenario, and then she could judge honestly if it was something she liked or not. But she could only judge it if someone took her where she wanted to go, and I knew I was the one she wanted to do it.

I walked to the back of the car, lifting the hatch to get the manuals out. As I went to reach for the carton, I saw the plastic bin of emergency supplies I had in the back of my car. Ever since I'd taken the trip with Ann across the country, I had it in my mind that I should be prepared anytime...not just on a long distance journey. When I saw the container, I know I got a smile on my face. I quickly opened it, and pulled out a couple of things that I knew were in there. Things that I thought might come in handy now that I was in the frame of mind I was in. I quickly pulled them out and placed them in the carton of manuals, and moments later I was walking towards the side of the hotel, to the emergency exit on the very end.

I didn't notice a sign saying it was alarm activated, so I took my room key and tried it. I was excited that it worked, and I opened the door, stepping out of the rain. The door opened into a stairwell, and I climbed the five flights to my floor. When I opened the door to my hallway, I found that my room was just on the other side, to the right. 

"Cool," I said to myself as I walked inside. I put the carton down on the table next to the television, and I opened it, pulling out some rope...the same rope I'd used on Ann in Colorado. Well, it was what was left of that original package. I'd left the actual cut pieces I'd used on Ann in the big box of sex toys we had...and Ann was putting them in the big new...well, old, treasure chest we'd purchased at the auction, creating our toy chest, as she loved to call it. So, I had the remaining rope, along with my Swiss Army knife, and a lighter. 




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 71



I quickly cut some pieces of rope, and I singed the ends so they wouldn't fray. I followed that up by pre-tying two of them to the feet of the big bed closest to the door. I was thinking of that bed as the one I'd play on...while the other one was for sleeping. I had another couple of ropes ready for some special ideas in mind, cutting several pieces into different lengths. I had no idea if I'd use them, because I didn't have everything mapped out. But I was going with the flow, and I wanted to be ready for...whatever.

When I'd gotten things set, I grabbed the umbrella, and made my way back downstairs. I was all the way down to the exit door downstairs when I realized I'd forgotten to bring a piece of rope. I'd wanted to make one into a leash of sorts like I had with Ann. Not wanting to climb all those stairs again before I had to...I shrugged my shoulders and decided just to go get Carol.

She was sitting patiently in the car, waiting for me to unbuckle her seatbelt. At least, I assumed she was. As I walked to the car, I really couldn't see her all that well. I could tell there was someone inside, but it was more of a shape. And I was pretty sure that Carol was pretty much hidden like that when we were driving. The rain was coming down so hard that it made it hard to see...and anyone that might have been passing by wouldn't have thought to look. 

I opened the door, and reached across Carol's body to release the seat belt, playing with a nipple along the way. Carol moaned a little as she looked up at me. Taking her elbow, I held the umbrella over the car door so she could get her legs out, and I helped her to her feet. I grabbed her purse off the floor of the car, and then I stood up, looking Carol up and down as she stood topless in the parking lot.

"Turn around, Sunshine," I said as I closed the door and locked the car.

Carol thought I was going to take off the handcuffs. Instead, I pushed her forward gently, making her press her upper body against the passenger window while I took the coat off of her hands. Turning her head, Carol looked over her shoulder, smiling. 

"You like feeling like this, don't you," I said, stating what I believed to be pretty obvious.

Carol bit her lower lip, and said, "I'm not sure how I feel, other than scared...and excited."

"That's what this is all about."

I threw her coat over my shoulder, and I thought for a second of how I wanted to take her into the hotel. Of course, she thought I was going to take off the handcuffs, but that was never in the cards. I'd left the keys upstairs where she left them. No...I wanted her going in like she was, but I wanted her to feel like a love slave. After all, that's what I called her, and that's what I hoped she was expecting at that point. I tried to think of what I could do, because I wanted to lead her inside. Knowing I didn't have the rope, I thought of what a slave would really have...some type of leather leash.

Looking down, I quickly unbuckled my belt and pulled it out of the belt loops. Putting the end through the buckle, I created a loop, which I slipped over Carol's head.

"What are you doing?" she asked. 

"Taking my love slave to my place," I said matter of factly. I tried to be calm, and show little emotion...like what we were doing was perfectly natural. But inside, I was thrilled...my heart pounding with excitement.

"Wait...aren't you going to take off the cuffs so I can get dressed?"

"Why would I do that...you're a love slave. You're going to be naked the rest of the day anyway."

"But Neil..."

"Don't question it...or I'll take off your jeans right here." Carol swallowed hard, but she nodded as I turned her around. "Let's go, Sunshine. Follow me...and no standing under the umbrella."

"Really?"

"Yes...really. You haven't earned that yet," I said as I put her purse over my shoulder, along with her coat. I had the umbrella in my left hand and the makeshift leash in my right as I gently pulled Carol along behind me. 

It was only about 50 yards from the car to the back door of the hotel. But it seemed to take forever in the rain, since Carol had to be careful in her heels. Once we were inside the hotel, I looked at her. I actually felt a little sorry, since she looked so shocked. She was breathing heavy, and her eyes were wide open...she wasn't even blinking.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

She shook her head to kind of wake herself up out of her little trance, throwing water like a dog shaking themselves dry. Then she smiled and nodded. "That was...hot!" she said with a giggle.

That made me relax, and I quickly snapped back into my role. "It would have been hotter without the jeans," I said as I closed the umbrella. 

As we walked up the first flight of stairs, she said, "Yeah...it would have. But I can't believe I even did THAT."

When we got to the landing of the second floor, I stopped. "We can fix that right now."

It took several minutes to remove Carol's jeans. Not only were they skin tight, but now they were soaked too. I had her lean against the wall as I worked back and forth from leg to leg, peeling them down little by little. Once I had them over her hips, I had her slip her heels off. Once I had the jeans off, I put her shoes back on, and we resumed our climb up the stairs. When we made it to the top, on the floor my room was on, I threw her jeans on the railing, unfolding them so they could start to dry out.

"You're just going to leave them there," Carol asked.

"No one's going to use the stairs when they can use the elevator instead."

"But what if they do...and someone takes them?"

"Then you'll be driving home without them tonight," I smiled.

"But Neil..."

I put my hand on Carol's face, lovingly rubbing her face. "You're worrying too much, Sunshine. You need to stop thinking, and let yourself go so you can enjoy this." My hand moved to the back of her head, and I pulled her too me. We shared a long, wet, sexy kiss, and when I finally broke it off, Carol batted her eyes a couple of times a she licked her lips.

"Okay...I'll try," she said with an assuring nod.

"Good...now, time to show me some of your sexy skills."

Entangling my fingers into the long wet strands of Carol's brown hair, I pulled her down to the floor, making her get to her knees. Unzipping my own jeans, I fished my half-hard cock out of my pants, forcing it into her face rudely. 

"Suck me hard, Sunshine," I ordered.

Carol moved her head back and forth, trying line up my cock so she could get the tip in her mouth. When she finally succeeded, I took her head in my hands as held it there, guiding her back and forth over my growing shaft. I let her suck me for a couple of minutes, until I was rock hard. Then, as quickly as we'd started there in the stairwell, I stopped and helped Carol to her feet. Staring into her eyes, I kissed her again. 

"Are you sure you want to do this, Carol?" I asked, breaking character for just a moment.

"Why...don't you?" she asked.

"I'm just asking to make sure. Once we go through that door, you're mine for the evening. So...this is your last chance to back out. And if you say you don't want to do this, that's okay. I'll understand. I just need to know," I said as I put away my cock right in front of her...which wasn't easy because it was now hard and raging.

Carol actually thought about it for a brief moment. Then she took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Nodding, she said, "I trust you, Neil. And I really want to try this...I'm scared, but I'm even more excited."

"I think it's normal to be a little scared, Carol. I'll try and read you...but if I go too far, or if there's something you don't like, just say 'Utah', and I'll stop. Okay?" 

"Utah?" she said, wrinkling her nose a little as she smiled.

"It's a long story...one we don't have time for now. But you understand, right?"

"Yeah...I say 'Utah', and you'll stop."

"That's right. So, are you ready?"

"Probably not...but I'm not going to say no, Neil. Let's do this," she nodded.

I led Carol into the hallway of my floor, and had her stand there at attention while I opened the door. I made her stay there a couple of minutes while I put her purse next to the bed, and the umbrella in the closet. Then I started the shower, making the water nice and steamy. Getting undressed, I made my way back to the front door and opened it. Carol was still standing there, naked and wet, staring down the hallway.

"Did anyone see you?" I asked.

"No."

"Hmm...too bad. We may need to try again later," I smiled as I grabbed the belt around her neck and pulled her into the room.

A minute later, I had Carol in the shower with me, and I was lathering up her hair. I'd taken off the belt, and her handcuffs, telling her that she had to keep her hands to her sides unless I told her differently. I didn't want the cuffs getting any wetter than they already were...and the material around them was already soaked from the rain. I had a washed her entire body from head to foot, fondling along the way. I played with her slick tits, and fingering her pussy and ass for a moment or two to keep her horny...which wasn't really a problem, since she was turned on like a nuclear power plant. And my fingers massaging her scalp as I washed her hair was keeping her lit up sexually.

After I rinsed her hair, I got out and dried off, and then I had Carol come out...and I dried her off. It's such an erotic experience doing that for a woman. You can get up close, and totally personal, and I took advantage of that several times...including a quick lick at her pussy, which made her suck in her breath and tremble a bit.

"You seem ready," I smiled.

"Ready to cum," she sighed.

"In time, Sunshine. I have plans for you first."

"Oh God," she said quietly.

~*~*~*~*~*~

I was relaxing in the large lounge chair, reading the second operator's manual that Ivan had given me. There were four in total, and I'd already read through the first one. I wanted to read them while things were still fresh in my mind from his tutorial. So, with my feet up on the ottoman, I had sunk back into the soft leather chair under the reading lamp, leafing through the pages. 

I'd become immersed in the content, feeling more self assured by the moment that with the information I was getting out of the manuals, coupled with the actual hands on lessons I'd gotten from Ivan, I'd be ahead of the other supervisors instead of behind them. And that little boost of confidence was important, especially going into my first day of work. I was almost finished with the second book, when Carol interrupted me with another desperate whine.

"Please, Neil...turn it on. I need to cum so bad!"

"Your hour is almost up, Sunshine. Besides, I just have a few more pages to go."

"A few more? That'll take forever!"

"I'm pretty much a speed reader. I've just about finished the second one...and it hasn't even been an hour. So relax, or I'll read all four before I let you cum. By the way, you're back isn't hurting, is it?"

"No...I just need to cum!"

"Well, be patient," I smiled.

I'd asked Carol about her back, because of how I'd positioned her. The truth was, she had no choice but to be patient. I'd tied her to a chair. Actually, I'd tied her OVER a chair. 

When we'd gotten out of the shower, I had Carol follow me into the room. I moved the little table and two chairs out from in front of the window, and I took one of the chairs and put it so that the back of it was facing the window, with about a foot of room between the two. Pointing at it, I told Carol to assume the position. She went to sit down, but I stopped her.

"No...I want you behind it, with your ass against the glass," I said with a grin.

She did what I asked, but not without a nervous stare first. That nervousness only increased as I produced several pieces of rope.

"No handcuffs?" she said as I started to tie her left ankle tightly to the left rear leg of the chair.

"I told you that if you weren't still earlier, I'd have to tie you up. I'm just keeping my word."

"I'm not upset...just a little surprised you had them so...ready."

"I like ropes...they're more versatile. I'm hoping to find out how well you like them. But don't worry...it's early. We've got hours and hours, so I might use the cuffs again." 

"Hours...and hours?"

"And I'm using every one of them," I said as I moved to her other ankle.

I wrapped the rope carefully around her lower limbs, winding it five to six times each, making it look perfect as I secured her. Then I went to the bathroom, and returned with a towel.

"What's that for?" she asked.

Placing it over the top of the back of the wooden chair, I took Carol by the hair and pulled her slowly forward, bending her stomach over the edge of the chair. Taking her left arm, I tied her wrist to the arm of the chair near the front, stretching out her body as she struggled to look up at me.

"I can't believe you're doing this," she said with a little giggle.

"If you'd like me to stop, just say the word we talked about," I said, reminding Carol that no matter what, she always had an out to stop what we were doing if she felt it was too much.

"I don't want to stop. I'm just a little...I don't know..."

"Surprised?" 

"No...I'm more...elated," she said, which actually surprised me. "And a little overwhelmed."

When I'd finished securing Carol to the chair, I leaned down and kissed her again. It was a soft, wet kiss...more sensual than sexual, which contradicted the position and situation that Carol was now in. Her ass and pussy were pressed up against the window, exposing her to the world outside. Sure, we were on the fifth floor of a hotel, on a gray, rainy day...and there were no buildings to speak of on that side. Only the interstate next to the hotel gave any opportunity for someone to see her, and they likely couldn't...not with the monsoon going on outside.

Walking over to the bed, I retrieved Carol's purse and brought it over, setting it down on the chair underneath her. She was looking down at it as I slowly opened the zipper. Pulling it wide so she could look inside, I reached for the zipper to the big compartment in the middle. Carol's eyes got wide as I pulled it open and reached for the vibrator.

"It's interesting that this was right next to the keys to the plant. It's like you wanted me to find it," I said as I lifted her chin to make her look me in the eyes.

"No...just a coincidence," she smiled.

"Hmm...so, is there a reason the keys were next to it? Have you been going to the plant and using this at your desk?" I said as I held it up in front of her eyes.

"Uh...not the plant," she answered sheepishly.

"Not the plant...what does that mean?"

"It means there were other keys on that key ring. Like...to the temporary offices, where you interviewed," she grinned.

"So...you've been giving yourself a little self pleasure during work, have you?"

"Occasionally. I don't see anything wrong with that...do you?"

"No. I'm just checking your general horniness level."

"Right now, it's as high as I can remember," she whined a little.

"Well...we'll see what we can do to take care of that. But you're going to need to be patient. I want to see if we can make that level even higher first."

And with that, I walked behind Carol and grabbed her by the ass, lifting it ever so slightly so I could get to her pussy. I toyed with it for a minute, making sure she was still wet. I knew she would be, but it was fun just to check and hear her panting and begging. Tilting her forward on the front legs of the chair, I held her steady as I reached behind her with the vibrator...and I shoved it deep into her pussy in one quick motion.

"OH...FUCK!" Carol screamed out as she felt her cunt stabbed with the 10-inch long plastic shaft. 

Lowering her back down, Carol's ass again pressed against the glass of the window, holding the fake cock deep inside her. She let out a moan as she felt herself wedged against the glass wall, vibrator firmly wedged inside her. I left her there, pulling the first manual out of the box, sitting down next to her in the lounge chair with my stiff cock standing straight up.

"Neil...what are you doing?" she said desperately.

"Studying. I want to be ready for tomorrow."

"What...you're just going to leave me here like this?"

"For now."

"But I thought..."

"Sunshine...you need to be patient. I promise I won't forget you're there. But you wanted to know what it was like to be turned on...and helpless, right?"

"Well, yeah. But..."

"There are no 'buts' in this. You said you trust me. So...trust me. Quietly."

Carol let out a little sigh, along with a whiny moan. But that was the extent of her protest. Instead, she did as I'd asked, remaining relatively silent as I leafed through the first manual. I held the binder on my chest, leaving my pulsing cock in view for Carol to gaze at. I'd glance up every once in a while and catch her staring at it; her eyes fixed on the thick veins pumping life into my shaft. She would look away every so often, but any movement my prick made would draw her stare back to my crotch.

I had read through a third of the first manual when Carol started to whimper a little bit, and I knew she needed some attention. But I had no intention of letting her cum yet. I just wanted to keep her feeling used...and turned on. So, I hopped up, grabbed her by the hair to lift her head into position, and I stuffed her mouth with my cock. At first I was worried that I was going too far, but Carol's reaction was amazing. Not only did she smile as the tip of my cock passed her sweet, full lips, she was practically begging me with her moans to fuck her pretty little mouth.

I held her head in my hands and slowly bucked my hips back and forth, forcing my thick shaft deeper and deeper into her mouth. Carol groaned and gargled as I fucked her face, a steady stream of saliva falling from her mouth and into her open purse. I thought about moving it, but decided not to. For whatever reason, it seemed so much dirtier and sluttier that she was doing that, and that turned ME on.

I pulled my cock out after a couple of minutes, and sat back down, resuming my studies. Carol was panting, and she hung her head down, drooling more into her handbag as I settled back into my reading chair. We repeated that scene a couple more times during the first notebook, and Carol seemed pleased when I announced that I'd finally finished it. But when I only fucked her face once more before sitting down with the second volume, she started whining again, asking when I was going to let her cum.

I calmly told her that I'd consider letting her cum when I was done with the next one, but only if she kept quiet and performed like I'd come to expect her to. Carol bit her lip, and took a deep breath, but I knew it was starting to get to her. Being at my mercy, and being exposed in the way she was, was starting to take a toll on her psychologically. And that's exactly where I wanted her. The whole point of doing what we were doing was for me to take her where she couldn't take herself sexually. 

When I'd taken Ann to the cabin in Colorado, and we'd spent that magical night together, I learned a lot about her, and about what she wanted by having me dominate her sexually. And in the process, I learned a lot about myself. Ann wanted me to take her where she couldn't take herself. To push her, and test her, and force towards where she wanted to go. Ann had literally said it to me a hundred times, in a hundred different ways. She wanted me to MAKE her be a slut...and make her feel the vulnerability that went along with it. 

And with that vulnerability, came power. A sexual power that neither one of us realized until we were making that climb together. Ann wanted to feel helpless. But she wanted to feel helpless with someone that she could trust. Really trust. She wanted to be able to give herself to someone totally, and know that while that there would be some pain, and some discomfort involved, there would be far more pleasure. And that beginning of that pleasure came from knowing that her heart would be safe. 




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 71



Carol needed to find that same safe haven, deep inside her massive chest. She needed to be able to feel vulnerable again, after the mess that was her own divorce. Just thinking about what she might have gone through made me think of my own failed marriage. And that brought my mind to Dawn.

When I thought about how I'd left Dawn the last night we were together...tied up on her bed after I'd made her cum, she was feeling vulnerable, but she was also feeling loved in a way. She'd trusted me, and she wanted to feel that helpless feeling...to the point that she didn't want me to untie her. I didn't know at the time that she was going to use that as an opportunity to live out a fantasy with her roommates, but the end result was the same as what Ann and I had shared. Dawn had become liberated from her past. So had I, just in a different way. 

As I stared at Carol from over top the notebook I was reading, I saw both Ann and Dawn in her desperate green eyes. I'd seen it the first day we'd met, when were having lunch together. And it was that look that led me to feel sorry for her...but not in a pity sort of way. I'd felt I needed to reach out and help her out of her out of that pit of despair that I'd found myself wallowing in for so long. Invariably, that led Carol and I to our first sexual encounter. But as I looked at her, tied to the chair, I saw that same look, albeit more soft...more open. Even though she was better than when I'd first met her, Carol was still in need of healing. And that made me wonder.

"Sunshine...I need to ask you something," I said as I finished the second book.

"YES! Anything...just let me cum...PLEASE!"

I smirked as I saw her squirming, trying to press her ass against the glass to force the vibrator deeper inside of her cunt. She was trying to move her body back and forth so she could fuck herself with it, but she didn't have any leverage to move with the way I'd bound her to the chair.

"Have you had sex with anyone since you and I were together in July?"

"Uh...yeah," she said shyly. Her lack of confidence in her answer told me what I needed to know.

"Not including Tina...or the blowjob you gave Evans to get me more money."

Carol blushed for a moment, and said, "Just once."

I arched an eyebrow and said, "I'm surprised. I honestly expected you to say you hadn't."

"Well...it was sort of a pity fuck, with a little payback thrown in."

"What in the world does that mean?"

Carol sighed and said, "I promise I'll tell you later, Neil. Please...I need to cum SO BAD!"

"Be careful what you wish for," I said with a naughty laugh.

~*~*~*~*~*~

"OH FUCK...NEIL! TURN IT OFF! GOD...TURN IT OFF! TURN IT OFF...TURN IT OOOOFFFFFFFFFFFFFF!"

I smiled as Carol came again. 

Calmly flipping the page in the notebook, I ran my finger along the lines of print as I skimmed over the text, speed reading the content. I'd stop every once in a while to check a diagram or a photo, verifying that I knew what the manual was trying to explain. It was actually very well written, but without the...well, secret information that Ivan had showed me, the instructions might as well have been written in Greek. Or in his case, Austrian. 

It wasn't that the information in the book wasn't helpful. Far from it. Anyone with average mechanical ability would be able to read it, and operate the machine with above average proficiency. It was just that the things that Ivan taught me opened up a whole other level of knowledge, like he'd given me the key to a cipher encrypted in the pages that unlocked the magical secrets of the production line. Suddenly, what seemed to make sense on an abstract level became totally clear and focused. 

As I read the text, I smiled, knowing I was getting what I needed to be ahead of the curve against my peers in my job. And I owed that all to Carol. All the while, as I read from my big box of knowledge, Carol was getting what she needed, and then some. 

"OH GOD! NEIL! I'M CU..."

I put my hand over Carol's mouth for at least the fifth time, stifling her announcement of yet another orgasm. I stood up and replaced my hand with my cock, and Carol greedily slipped it past her lips again, using it as a pacifier of sorts to silence her cries of ecstasy.

When Carol calmed down, if you could call it that, I took pity on her and quickly moved around to the side of her chair. Moving her forward, I turned off the vibrator, and removed it. I went to put the chair back down on its legs, but I stopped first to look at the window. The inside of the glass seemed to be wet as what the rain was doing to the outside. Carol's cum was dripping down the in little trails towards the floor. I let out a chuckle as I set the chair back on the floor.

"I suppose...you're...pr...proud...of yourself," Carol said as she tried to catch her breath.

I put the vibrator in her mouth and said, "Yes...I am. Now keep this in your mouth until I finish reading. I only have one more volume to go."  

~*~*~*~*~*~

I was dark in the room, save the candlelight coming from the two burning candles on the dinner table. Carol was finishing off the last of her prime rib dinner, while I was polishing off my plate of lasagna. It was around 10PM, and we'd taken a break from my playfully torturing Carol to have some room service. 

She was a little nervous about it, but I told her that I had no intentions of letting her get dressed, and we needed to eat. I toyed with the idea of keeping her naked and tied up, but relented when she started pleading with me. I'm sure she'd been in the hotel more than a few times, and when I thought of the logistics of it all, she was right. It was simply too risky to chance...at least under those circumstances.

I ordered our dinner, and had Carol hide in the bathroom when it was delivered. I'd put on a robe, and politely told the bell boy where to put the food, along with the candles I'd requested. Once he left, Carol and I sat down to a nice dinner, although she found it a bit unusual.

She was looking at the rope marks on her wrists while we sat in front of the window enjoying our meal. "I don't think I've ever eaten a meal naked before," she said as she looked up.

"And?" I said in response.

"It's kind of sexy."

"I knew you'd like it."

"I've loved everything you've done to me so far, Neil," she smiled.

"Hmm...that's quite a confession," I responded.

"Confession? I was just being honest."

"I'm pretty sure you're always honest, Carol. That's one of the reasons we get along so well. And it's one of the reasons Ann feels comfortable enough with you to want to be with you. She trusts you too."

"I...I know," Carol said batting her eyes. "I feel the same way about her."

"So...since you're being honest, why don't you tell me what happened?"

"What happened? When?"

"You said earlier that you had sex with someone...but you made it sound so negative. Was it that bad?"

Carol offered a wistful smile and shook her head. "No...it was far from bad. It was actually almost as good as when you fucked me."

"Well...good for you," I said as I touched her arm affectionately.

"I suppose. But it was just a onetime thing. It's not like THAT'S going to happen again."

"Why would you say that? If he was that good, why wouldn't you..."

"Because he's married now. Just like you're going to be. And his wife's not like Ann."

"Well...why did you..."

"I was a kind of a...gift," Carol said, blushing in the candlelight.

"WHAT?"

Carol let out a deep sigh and said, "Okay...you wanted a confession, here goes. First, I'm not ashamed of what I did. I was doing a friend a favor...and she was doing the same for me. And, in a way, she looked at it as paying me back."

My hand flew over my mouth...my eyes opening wide. I didn't know a lot about Carol's personal life. But I did know a few things. And one of the ones I'd learned about her came crashing into the front of my brain like a test car ramming into a wall at an insurance safety laboratory. 

"Martina?" I said rather cautiously.

"And her new husband, Alphonso. Well...we call him Al. And he wasn't her husband at the time. I was...I was his bachelor party gift."

"What are you talking about?

"Martina knew I was still depressed. You fucked me, and that helped for a month or so. But I was so immersed in work that I didn't capitalize on the way you made me feel. I didn't have the time to follow that up. By the time I was able to find some free time for me, I'd kind of slipped back into a mini depression. And part of that was because Martina was getting married...and I was the maid of honor. She was getting married...I'm divorced. It just was this spiral of crap that I found myself trapped in. Anyway, she said I just needed to go out and find someone and get laid...kind of like you were telling me to do. But I didn't know where to start."

"So...that was your answer?"

"No, that was MARTINA'S answer. She wanted to give Al one last night of freedom. But she didn't like the idea of it being some stripper, or some call girl. So, she said if he'd be a good boy, and just go with his friends wherever they were taking him for his bachelor party...and not actually do anything sexual...well, she said she'd find a way to make that worth it to him."

"And you just said yes...like that?"

"Hell no. I didn't agree at all. In fact, it pissed me off at first. I felt like she was trying to use me. I wouldn't talk to her for a week."

"So what changed your mind?"

"Actually...you did," she giggled.

"Me? What the fuck are you talking about? How did I..."

"I turned on the TV one night, and there was a 'James Bond' movie on TBS. And I got engrossed in it."

"Really...which one?" I asked, totally changing the subject.

"The Spy Who Loved Me," she answered quickly.

"Ooh...good one!"

"Yeah...and what I liked about it was the Russian spy character, Triple X. She was an agent, and she was just like Bond. She used whatever she had, to do what she needed to do...including having sex."

"Okay...but how does that relate to Martina and Al?"

"Martina said all along that she wasn't using me. She tried to tell me that she was only trying to help me get back to where I was when you were here. She wasn't looking to fix me up with someone, because that's not what I needed. She said I just needed some hot, meaningless sex with someone that I liked and trusted...someone that wouldn't hurt me. And in the process, she'd give Al the night bachelors dream of before they tie the knot...but with someone that SHE could trust. She was looking at it as a win-win."

"All right...but I still don't see what that has to do with me."

"Well, I'm watching the movie, and that obviously has me thinking about you the entire time. Every time I see Bond, I don't see Roger Moore...I see you on the TV. And Barbara Bach is me...and during the commercials, I started thinking back to when we were together, and how that made me feel. How YOU made me feel. And as the movie went along, not only was I getting hornier by the minute, I was also starting to feel like I did when you left. I felt sexy, and sensual and alluring. I felt like men would want me, and as all that kind of built up inside me, I realized I needed to actually do something with it."

"So, you fucked Al?"

"Well...not that minute. But I did call Martina and told her I'd do it. That was on a Tuesday, and his bachelor party was on a Thursday. He didn't like the idea of being out late the night before his wedding...he wanted to be rested for the day. Can't say I blame him there...weddings wear you out. You need to think about that, Neil," she laughed.

"Thanks for the advice," I said with a grin. "So...what happened?"

"Martina told Alphonso she had planned something special for him, but she wouldn't give it to him unless he abstained from doing anything sexual during the evening." 

"And just how was he supposed to prove that?" 

"How would you prove it to Ann, Neil? You'd tell her. It's all about honesty, and you know Ann would know...and so would Martina. He admitted going to a strip club, and getting a lot of lap dances. But he came home hard and horny."

"So you were there waiting for him?"

"No...Martina blindfolded him and brought him to my place. I'd spent the day getting things ready for him."

"Ready?"

"Yeah...Alphonso is a heating and plumbing guy, and Martina said he has this fantasy about doing a house call, and some lonely, neglected housewife answers the door and seduces him. So, when she pulled into my driveway, his truck was there. We'd taken it there while he was gone. She got him out of the truck, told him to put on his tool belt, and ring the doorbell. That's all she told him...she just kissed him on the cheek, told him to have a good time, and not to question anything...she was making his fantasy to come true. And since he'd never been to my house, he didn't know who it was me."

"Wow...that's amazing."

"What was amazing was he actually rang the doorbell. It must have taken him fifteen minutes to work up the nerve. When he finally did, I opened the door in a nighty and told him the air conditioner was broken, and I was glad he was on call 24 hours a day. Of course, I'd turned it off at the breaker, and the house was like ninety degrees inside after being off all day. And since the nighty was white, and I was sweating so much, it was clinging to me. The damn thing was transparent," she cackled.

"So, he really had to fix the thing?"

"So to speak. He pretended to work, while I flirted with him. When he took off his shirt because he was starting to sweat too, I thought I was going to die right there. It was so fucking erotic. I'd never been with a black guy before, and I couldn't stop staring because I knew what we were going to do. Well, what I hoped we were going to do. Anyway, I said something about getting hotter watching him work, and I took my nighty off. After that, well..."

Carol's voice trailed. And I knew what that meant. It was a memory she wanted to keep to herself. I could tell by the way she was smiling, her eyes suddenly distant as she thought about what they had shared. I seriously doubted that even Martina knew the whole story of what Carol and Alphonso shared that night. And I was okay with not knowing any more details...save one.

"So, he fucked you then," I said matter of factly.

"And we made love...and then he fucked me again. We were together for 4 or 5 hours," she said as she stared at her empty plate.

"Sounds like you had a great time."

Carol looked up at me, knowing I wasn't going to ask anything else. She seemed genuinely relieved. A soft smile appeared on her face, and she said, "Yes...we did."

"Good," I said as I stood up. Taking a piece of rope, I held it in front of her eyes. "So, are you ready to continue ours?"

Carol bit her lip, the corner of her mouth upturned slightly in a nervous smile. I saw her eyes sparkle for just a second, and she slowly nodded. "Yes, Neil," she said breathlessly.



Ann: A Love Story Ch. 72



The aroma in the hotel room was intoxicating. First, there was the hint of the dinner Carol and I had enjoyed still lingering in the air. But that was faint compared to the sweet vanilla scent the candles had given off. Then there were the various smells of sex mingling about. The womanly fragrance of Carol, the direct result of at least a dozen orgasms I'd given her since I brought her to 'my place'; the musky odor of my cum; the unmistakable aroma of our combined sweat...all hanging in the room like a dense cloud of depravity. The various scents and smells melded together, creating an enticing bouquet...the very essence of two people that had spent the night using each other in the most delicious ways.

Well...I had used Carol. There wasn't a whole lot she could actually do to me...not with what we had been doing. As I lay there in the early morning hours, knowing the alarm was going to go off at any time and officially alert me to the fact that I had to get up and start a new career, I thought about Carol, and I smiled. It was hard not to, considering what I'd put her through, and the way she'd responded. I couldn't help but think that she would have made Ann proud.

Sure, I hadn't been as hard on Carol as I had been on Ann that night in Colorado. Ann seemed to love the pain part of submitting to me a lot more than Carol did. Ann wanted to feel it...she loved being spanked, and having her nipples pulled and bitten. She loved feeling physically used and being exhausted when it was all over. Of course, there was a lot more to it than that...Ann loved the entire experience. But the pain was a big part of her pleasure. 

Carol was more into the idea of not being able to move. It was the ropes that made her excited...the feeling of being helpless. Not that she minded me torturing her nipples a little, or even spanking her occasionally. She knew that was part of the game, so to speak. But I knew that didn't turn her on like it did Ann, and so I kept those things to a minimum. Instead, I hit her mercilessly with an entirely different kind of blow...I used patience. And that drove Carol insane with lust.

With Ann, it was all about feelings...whether they were physical, mental, or emotional. But they were continuous. I had bombarded Ann with constant attention, feeding her different levels of pain, and painting her psyche with different textures of stimuli by taking away her sight and making her use all her other senses. There was barely a time when I wasn't doing something to Ann, in one way or another...and that's what she craved.

Carol craved that attention too. But that's not what I found turned her on when we played together. What seemed to make her literally drip with excitement was the anticipation of what was going to happen...and having to think about it. It was getting her ready for something dark and wicked and then denying her that instant gratification. She got more worked up the longer I made her wait, to the point that she was writhing against whatever restraints I'd put her in, trying to find a way to satisfy her carnal needs on her own, to no avail. 

When I dangled the rope in front of Carol's eyes after we finished dinner, she smiled nervously and nodded that she wanted to resume our fun. I wasn't sure at first if she was up for it, since I'd already had her tied up to a chair for almost two hours in a very uncomfortable position. But even though she was a little scared, she never hesitated when she told me she wanted to continue. In fact, she stood up and practically offered herself to me.

"So...where do you want me this time?" she asked, her eyes wide and unblinking.

I led Carol over to the spare bed...the sex bed, as I was beginning to think of it. Stripping off the bedspread and the blanket, I lifted Carol off her feet in one quick motion, making her squeal as I cradled her in my arms.

"Fuck...you're strong," she said as she held on with her arms around my neck.

"Not really...you just don't weigh that much," I said as I put my knees on the bed carefully, and moved across the mattress to put her down where I wanted her. And I wasn't just saying that. She only carried about 110 pounds on her 5'5" sexy frame. But that didn't stop her from blushing, even as I laid her in the center of the big, soft mattress.

"You're so good for my ego, Neil. I really needed to hear that," she said with a smile.

"It's true...I'm surprised you don't know that. You are one sexy woman, Carol," I said, breaking character for just a moment. A small tear came into Carol's left eye, and she smiled. "Are...are you okay?" I asked as I kind of hovered over her naked body, looking deep into those green, suddenly misty eyes.

"It took me a while to get back to this...and it's just nice to have someone admire me again."

"What in the world are you talking about? You're a babe, and you know it."

"I don't know about that," she said modestly.

I moved next to Carol, curling my legs under my body a little bit as I gently rubbed her abdomen. She looked at me, in almost a loving way. Actually, I suppose it really was. Not love, like I had for Ann, and she had for me. It was more of a strong affection, the kind you have for a very close friend. Of course, that friendship seemed a little deeper when she reached up and took my shaft in her small, soft hand and slowly stroked me. Yet, I fought off that distraction and asked her what was on my mind.

Taking my other hand and stroking the right cheek on Carol's beautiful face, I asked, "What is it that you're trying to tell me, Carol?"

"I need to tell you the reason my husband and I split up," she said quickly, like she couldn't wait to get the words out of her mouth. 

"Maybe we should to stop...so we can just talk," I said as I took my hand off her stomach.

Carol squeezed my cock hard, and said, "No Neil...I need this. I want to tell you what happened. But I also need what you're doing to me...what we're doing together. I know it sounds really strange, considering what I think you might do to me. But I need to...I need to..."

"I understand, Carol. We all heal in different ways."

"And you're helping me get there. If I didn't believe that, I wouldn't have said what I just said. I really need to get this out. But I need to get it out knowing you're not going to stop...and you're not going to change anything you were going to do. Does that make sense?"

"Actually...yes, it does. So...why don't we do both?"

"Both...what do you mean?"

"I need to get you ready. While I'm doing that, you can tell me what a bastard your ex was."

Carol smiled brightly and leaned up on her elbows. I knew what she wanted, and I leaned down as she grabbed the back of my head, giving me a long, tender kiss. Normally I would have felt guilty for kissing someone other than Ann like that, unless Ann was there too. But this was different...and I knew instantly that Ann would not only understand...she would approve. Carol needed to feel connected to heal, and she needed to heal to move on in her life. In some way, I felt like Ann already knew all of this.

As I went about securing Carol in a spread eagle position on the bed, she went about telling me what a complete jerk her ex husband had been. I was busy trying ornate knots on her wrists, and then attaching them to the frame of the bed. All the while, Carol was letting out the hurt and pain of how her relationship ended.

Her ex had an affair. But I'd pretty much already deduced that, way back at the lunch Carol and I had during my interview. The instant I knew she was divorced, I knew the real reason why...it was a scar we both shared on our respective hearts. But mine had healed. Carol's was still on the mend, and she was looking to me to help that process. The details of how she got hurt actually hurt me. Yes...the bastard had an affair, and when Carol found out about it, one of the reasons he'd used to explain his infidelity was how she looked. 

Carol told me that she'd gotten pregnant. She wasn't really ready to have a child, and neither was her ex. But she decided the moment she knew that she was going to keep the baby. Unfortunately, just as soon as she started to show, putting on a little weight, she had a miscarriage. She said she was devastated...but her husband was more relieved than upset. Carol said she fell into a depression, and started eating to deal with the pain of losing her baby. She also ate to because of insensitivity she felt she was seeing in someone she loved. And that made her put on more weight. 

"I wasn't fat...I was just a little thicker. I was...chubby," Carol said in her defense, not that she needed to. It was unbelievable to me that any man could be so callous towards the woman he was supposed to love and cherish until death do them part. 

"You don't have to explain, Carol," I said as I started winding some rope around her left ankle.

"I just don't want you to think I was some cow."

"So what if you were...that doesn't justify him fucking around on you. Especially after what you'd just been through. I can't imagine how heartbreaking that was."

"Well, regardless...when he told me that the reason he started screwing around was because he didn't find me sexually attractive...I lost it."

"Lost it?"

"I went off on him. I hit him a couple of times...and then I started breaking his stuff. He actually called the cops on me."

I laughed and said, "Really...what did they do?"

"Well, he told them we were having an argument, and that I'd attacked him. So, one officer took his statement, while the other officer took mine."

"What happened?"

"When I told them why I went off...what he'd said to me, the officer I was talking with took a look at me and shook his head. Then he talked to his partner, and they ended up telling my ex he should leave. He was pissed."

"They didn't arrest you or anything?"

"Ha...no...they said he was in the wrong. They said he started it by verbally abusing me."

"Why did he have to leave though? I mean, you did hit him...and he was the one that called the police."

"Well, first, it was my house, and the cops knew that. It's been in my family for years...over a century, actually. Besides, he'd had a few beers, and they said that was part of the problem too...so they took him to dry out."

"So he left with them," I asked as I finished working on her other ankle, pulling the rope taught as I tied it to the frame at the foot of the bed.

"Not willingly. He pushed the cop that talked to me...so he ended up spending a couple of nights in the county jail. I had the divorce papers served to him while he was still inside, along with a protection order against him. And I had all his stuff moved into storage."

"Wow...that was quick."

"Well, I have a great friend that's a lawyer...and she never liked him. And what he did was just the icing on the cake for her. She helped me by getting him out of my life faster...but that didn't stop me from feeling hurt and betrayed...in a lot of ways. When I got myself together mentally a little bit, the first thing I vowed was that I was going to get myself back into shape. I wanted to show him what he was going to miss. But while I felt good about it losing the weight, I still hurt inside...I just didn't know why. Not until I met you."

"Me...what did I do?" I said as I stuffed a pillow under Carol's ass, lifting her crotch into the air, making the ropes even tighter in the process.

"UNH," Carol groaned as she felt her limbs being stretched farther. Looking at me with a helpless, sexy stare, she groaned, "You set me...free." 

"Says the hot naked babe tied to my bed," I laughed. Walking over to Carol's purse, I grabbed the tube of magical stimulation cream that she had inside the big open pocket where she kept her vibrator. The one I'd found earlier in the day when I had to look for the keys to the plant to lock it up.

"I'm serious, Neil. You don't know how much this means..."

"I think I do, Carol. I had someone help me too...remember. And I believe you. I really do. So...is there anything else you need to tell me, or shall we get started."

"Get started with what?"

"I was thinking of making you beg me to let you cum again," I said with an evil grin as I held up the tube in front of her face.

"Oh...FUCK!" she yelled out as she realized what was about to happen.

~*~*~*~*~*~

It was amazing how energetic I was, considering I hadn't gotten that much sleep. And I was even more surprised that I wasn't nervous. Here I was, getting ready to start a new job, and yet I felt calm as I stood in the shower. I didn't know at all what I'd be doing during my day, but what I'd learned about the equipment I'd be in charge of over the last 24 hours had me soaring with confidence. Still, there was something that I felt I should be doing...or thinking. I just couldn't figure out what it was.

The first thing I thought about was Ann. The truth was, she was never far from my conscious thoughts. No matter what I was doing, Ann seemed to be with me, smiling. She was in my heart...I could feel her energy and her spirit, and I wondered if that was really what was making me so confident and self-assured. Yes...Carol had given me an amazing gift. Not only had she been amazing sexually all day long, more importantly, she'd been a real friend to me...and to Ann. And part of that was what she'd done to set up my training with Ivan, and him giving me a set of operator manuals for the production line I'd be in charge of on my shift. 

But even more than that, Carol had been company. Instead of having to go through my first full day in a new town alone, sitting in a hotel room on a dreary, rainy day, Carol had been someone to be with...someone to talk to. If that were all we had done, all day long, it would have been a wonderful day. That we had sex, even though we didn't actually fuck...well, that was a huge bonus. But the truth was that I cherished just being with Carol all day, sharing the day together. 

When I thought about Ann...and then Carol, I realized what it was that was really deep in the back of my mind all along. It was...the mission. I was about to start my mission at the new company...and I smiled when I thought of the lengths Ann went to to create the 'mission' that Tina and I had went on when I interviewed for the job. Now, I was about to start the next phase of the elaborate fantasy came up with for me. 

"I wonder if I should wear my gun today," I chuckled, thinking of the holster and toy Walther PPK that she'd gotten me to pretend that I was James Bond for the weekend.

And while I knew I wouldn't...even though I brought the gun with me, I suddenly felt...well, Bondish. Somehow, I kind of got an air about me...that spirit I had when Tina and I covered the area on our adventure. As I shaved my face after I got out of the shower, I noticed I had kind of a confident swagger. Most of that was from feeling prepared, which had a lot to do with Carol. But as I looked in the mirror, I could feel Ann standing next to me in a way, smiling and nodding. She was a mirage in the mist caused by the steamy shower that I'd just taken, and I actually got a little chill from it.

Feeling inspired by the thought of Ann, I dressed in a pair of black Dockers, and a light blue dress shirt along with a tie, and a pair of black dress shoes. I took along a sport coat, just in case, but since I didn't know what I'd actually be doing on my first day, I wasn't sure if I was overdressed or underdressed. But as I checked my look in the mirror one last time before I stepped out of the room, I felt confident, which was the goal. I took a deep breath and headed towards the elevators. A few minutes later, I was driving down the interstate, heading to the temporary headquarters of Armada Manufacturing where I'd first met Carol. Feeling like Bond again, I grinned as I thought about her sitting at the front desk, waiting to greet me. 

Chuckling, I thought, "I wonder if I'll be able to any rope marks."

~*~*~*~*~*~

Lying on my bed, I was skimming over the last operator's manual a second time, knowing that I hadn't captured all the information in it very clearly when I'd read it the first time. After all, it had become hard to concentrate, considering I had a hot, naked woman moaning for me to let her cum just a few feet away from me. Oddly, as I turned a page in the notebook I had in my hand, I was having a déjà vu moment, and I turned to my left to look at Carol.

She was staring at the ceiling, her big chest rising and falling rapidly as she panted. Her tanned skin was shining with a slick sheen of perspiration, and I could see her body trembling a little as she pulled against the binds that held her in place. But it wasn't her movement that caused me to look at her. It was the little whimpers that were escaping from behind Carol's tightly pursed lips.

"How are you holding up over there Sunshine," I asked as I turned another page.

"I'm not saying...Lord only knows where the hell you'll put that stuff next!" she responded tersely.

"Are you upset with me?" 

"I told you...I'm not saying anything else. I don't want you thinking I'm begging again."

"I don't know...sounds like you're upset with me. If you want..."

"You know very well what I want! OH...FUCK...I didn't mean that!" she said in a panic as I got up and grabbed the tube of stimulation cream off the nightstand between the beds.

"Sure you did," I said as I walked around the bed and climbed between her wide open legs.

"No...Please...Neil! I..."

"I see a pretty pink little asshole that needs some attention," I said as I opened the tube and put some on the tip of my middle finger.

"OH GOD...NO!" Carol screamed out. But her eyes told me another story. And she actually stopped wiggling when I reached between her legs and placed my finger against the puckered little bud of a hole below her pussy.

I coated Carol's anal rim thoroughly with a big dollop of the clear cream, and then I slipped the tip of my finger past the opening, twisting my wrist around. Feeling me play with the entrance of her ass, Carol moaned and her eyes grew wider.

"You're not..."

As soon as she started speaking, I rammed my finger as deep as I could into her unsuspecting ass, and I started fucking her with it. "Yes...I am, Sunshine. I would think you would know better than to say anything by now. You don't have a choice in this...and you'll get to cum when I let you," I said with a wink.

Carol closed her eyes and bit her lip as I abused her ass. Then, just as quickly, I pulled out my finger and went to the bathroom to wash the cream off my hand. I'd read the instructions on the tube carefully, and they stated that if you got the substance anywhere you didn't want it, to wash the area with warm water for a few minutes to dilute the effect. And I'd done that every time I'd applied it to Carol, which was now up to five. 

I'd started in the obvious place just after I showed Carol the tube in the first place, coating her swollen clit with it. Then I warned her that if she disturbed me by begging me to make her cum, or complaining about anything, I would apply it to other places. Of course, I knew firsthand what the substance did. And because Carol had it in her purse, I could only assume she did too. In my case, it not only made my cock harder than I'd ever remembered it being, it also got very warm, and it my skin tingled. About ten minutes after I coated Carol's clit, it started having the same effect on her. 

Carol started telling me her pussy was hot, and I kidded her, telling her that I already knew that. But she said it was on fire, and she needed to cum. Instead, I applied the cream to her left nipple, making sure it was hard first by sucking on it for a minute or two. I coated her other nipple shortly after because she started whining about the first one. 




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 72



After that, I really thought she'd stop. Maybe she thought that I'd already covered all the areas that would matter to her sexually, or that I'd finally cave and give her what she so desperately needed. Whatever the reason, she obviously felt it was okay to beg me one more time. When she did, and I got up with the tube in my hand, Carol had a puzzled look on her face when I got between her legs. Smiling at her, I leaned down, getting my face close to her pussy, and I pulled at one of her open pussy lips, making her squeal a little. 

I coated the outside of Carol's labia, making sure I avoided the inside. I wanted her to feel the heat around her pussy and on her clit, hoping that would have some kind of impact. And ten minutes later, she was wiggling on the bed, her body shaking. And that's when the whimpering started up big time. But Carol wouldn't talk...she held her mouth closed tightly, fighting the urge to scream out her desires, or tell me how she was feeling at the moment. 

But now, I had kind of set her up, asking how she felt, and then baiting her as she told me she wasn't going to say anything. Yet I could tell by the look in her eyes that she wanted to complain. She wanted to beg me to help her cum, even though she knew that would make me put the cream on her body again. I'm not sure where she thought I'd put it; where I'd chose to inflict those incredible sensations next, but I WAS sure she didn't anticipate me putting it on her asshole...and certainly not inside it. In fact, the way she reacted made me feel certain that she wasn't used to anal play...and as I sat down after washing my hands, I decided to see if I was right.

Pickup up my manual and opening it to where I'd left off, I said, "So, Sunshine. Tell me...have you ever had anything up you ass before, sexually speaking?"

"I...I'm scared to answer, Neil. I can't take any more of that...SHIT!"

"Don't worry...I'm done with the cream. I just need let you simmer for a little while before I take pity on you. So...have you?"

"You're sure this isn't another trick so you can put that shit in my ear or something?"

"HA...no, Sunshine. I promise."

"Okay...well, the answer's no...not until five minutes ago when you were fingering me."

"Did you like that?"

"I'm not sure. It was interesting...but now...oh my GOD, Neil. My ass if fucking burning...and it tingles."

"Yeah, but it feels incredible too, doesn't it."

"How the hell would YOU know?" she asked.

"Because I've had that stuff up my ass too...that's how."

"WHAT...when?"

"When I fucked you. Martina put it on her finger when she checked my prostate as part of my physical. And it felt amazing. So, be honest...how do you feel?"

"Like I wish Ann would let you fuck me right now...I need your cock so bad!"

"Do you want me to fuck you in the ass?" I laughed.

"Whoa...I never said that."

"Well, if I were you, I'd start learning how to give myself an enema pretty soon."

"Why do you say that?" Carol said as she turned her head to look at me.

"Because, if you intend for Ann and I to be with you on those dates you negotiated, at some point I'm going to fuck that pretty little ass of yours."

"Oh really," she said with a grin on her face. "And what if I say no?"

"What if we tie you up like you are now one of those nights?" I smiled back.

Carol's body shook, and she looked at me with an intense stare. "FUCK...Neil! I need to cum...NOW!"

"Patience, Sunshine. Let me get ready first," I said as I grabbed the tube and headed to the bathroom, leaving her there thinking about what I'd just...well, threatened in a sweet way.

I took a deep breath as I looked in the mirror, wondering if I really wanted to do what I was thinking. Part of me didn't want to, knowing how the feeling lingered...and knowing I wasn't going to be able to fuck Carol. But at the same time, I remembered how my cock felt with that cream on it...and how it looked. And I wanted to show that to Carol again. Plus, I remembered just how much more intense my orgasm had been. Sure, I'd already cum twice...but I was hoping that since the last time was about six hours before, I'd have a good load built up. And maybe, just maybe, the cream would add to that.

Any reason I could think of not to, was far outweighed by the reasons that I should. Truth be told, I knew I was going to coat my cock in the stuff when I picked up the tube. It was just one of those sexual moments where I had to talk myself into actually going through with something regarding sex. I'd done that a lot in my life, although most of the time it involved buying something...like a g-string in a sex shop, or a Penthouse or Playboy when I was barely old enough to purchase one. It was a mental game I played, sometimes going as far as to flip a coin just before I did whatever it was my dirty mind wanted to do. And if the coin came up wrong, I'd immediately go to two out of three flips, then three out of five...giving myself every chance to do what that tiny devil on my shoulder wanted me to do all along. The little angel perched on the other shoulder never won those battles.

This time, there was no coin flip. There was just a mental question, asked and then quickly answered. I had a naked babe waiting for me in the next room...which made it an easy choice to unscrew that cap one more time so I could squeeze out a line of cream onto my erect cock. I massaged the stuff all over the skin of my shaft and balls, covered ever centimeter of my crotch. Satisfied that I'd gotten the cream over my entire cock and balls the way I wanted, I spent a few minutes washing my hands again, making sure I got it all off. As I lathered up my palms, scrubbing away, I already started to feel the effects.

Ten minutes later, I emerged from the bathroom, letting my cock lead the way. It was huge, just like I remembered. The thick veins were bulging out, protruding more than normal as they pulsed life into the shaft. And it had turned a darker shade of purple as the heat from the lube started making my skin tingle. It had the same angry, almost menacing appearance it had when I'd fucked Carol.

When she saw me coming toward her, she was both relieved and nervous. She was happy that I was back, because she knew it was that much closer to the time I'd let her cum. But when she saw what I'd done to my prick, her eyes got wide again. 

"God...it's like you have the Hulk's cock, Neil. I'm surprised the damn things not green instead of purple."

"Do you like it?" I asked as I knelt next to her, letting her see it close up again.

"God...yes," she whispered, more to herself than to me. She licked her lips, because they were dry...but I had a feeling it was also because she couldn't stop staring as my cock throbbed intensely in front of her face.

"Imagine what it would feel like buried in your pussy right now, Sunshine," I teased.

"Ooooooohhhhhh," she moaned as she squirmed a little against her ropes.

I moved over her body, straddling her face as I hovered over it. I slowly lowered myself, letting my balls dangle over her open mouth. "Imagine what it would feel like buried in that tight little ass of yours," I said as I took the shaft and held it down, closer to her eyes.

"Fuck," Carol whined.

"You like the thought of that, don't you."

"I...I don't know...it's so big."

"But you know I'm going to...don't you."

Carol hesitated for a moment, thinking about what I'd asked. Then, she moved her head up, sticking out her tongue...licking my ball sack for a moment. "Yes...I know that now," she said with a little lilt in her voice.

"And that excites you?" I said, more of a question than a statement. I was leading her, but I wanted to know the truth.

"Yes...and it also scares me. But I trust you, Neil," she said as she licked me again playfully.

"Mmm...and I trust you too," I said as I lowered my body further, letting my balls rest on Carol's mouth. She giggled and started sucking on them one at a time as the hung down below my cock like low hanging fruit. I let her bathe my balls with her tongue, sucking and nibbling around as best she could. 

But I had other ideas in mind, so I pulled up and moved back, looking into Carol's eyes. "So...tell me the truth, Sunshine. Who should cum first...you or me?"

I knew how Carol wanted to answer...she'd been desperate to cum since I'd tied her up and put the cream on her ripe little clit. But she smiled and said, "You should...I'm the sex slave, remember."

I smiled as I moved down between her legs, grabbing my cock. She groaned when I rubbed the head back and forth against her pussy, splitting her labia a little with it...and that made her freeze. 

"Oh God...Neil...NO. We're not supposed to fuck!" she said in a panic.

"I know," I said with a laugh. I moved down lower, and placed the thick purple knob against her anus. Pushing forward my cock wedged further against it, making it start to open just a bit. "She only meant I couldn't fuck your pussy."

Carol groaned, but she didn't protest. She just took a couple of deep breathes so she could relax. Then, she nodded and said, "Okay, I'm ready...just...go slowly."

I leaned down over Carol, and kissed her as I pulled her nipples roughly, making her squeal into my mouth. When I pulled back, I said, "I know the rules, Carol. I'm sure Ann doesn't want me fucking your ass either. And you're really not ready. But you will be when we get together with Ann, won't you."

Carol nodded and said, "Yes, I will. I promise." Then she bit her lip and waited to see what I'd do next.

And the answer to that unspoken question was...I let her cum first. I crawled back down her body, and settled between those magnificent thighs, lying on my stomach as I brought my face close to her pussy. I was breathing on it, letting my hot breath exhale directly on her dripping slit. She shuddered a little and let out an erotic groan as she tried in vain to lift her hips up higher. 

Carol didn't have to. I'd tortured her enough for the last hour or so, using the cream to set the stage, and then ignoring her pleas. I had been testing her patience over and over, punishing her whenever she showed a lack of it by covering one area after another with the contents of that special medicinal tube. I didn't have the heart to continue drawing out the beginning of her latest orgasm, in large part because I now had an over stimulated sex organ of my own. Yes...mine was self inflicted, but I knew if I held out just a little longer it would totally be worth it.

Carol started cumming almost the second I licked inside her pussy. I snaked my tongue deep inside that hot, wet hole, twisting and twirling it, using every move I'd ever learned. Carol held her reaction inside her heaving chest, trying not to scream out and wake the other people on our floor of the hotel. But that didn't stop her body from shaking violently, pulling at the ropes tightly as she twisted and twirled on her own. My hand went to her pussy, and I started fucking her hard and fast with three fingers while my mouth clamped down on her clit. And that's when she really exploded.

This time, she was more verbal...not holding back her words, or her cum. Carol unleashed a guttural moan, announcing her orgasm in a flourish of expletives that would have been more at home on a shipping dock. She was cursing over and over...but under her breath, still refusing to actually scream how she was feeling. And that made her body tense up, because she really wasn't totally letting go. When I finally pulled up, I looked at her from between her powerful thighs, which were straining, showing their muscular definition. Carol's eyes were kind of rolling, and her mouth was open as she sucked in oxygen to fill her lungs.

"Oh God, oh God, oh God," she said as she panted. I could tell her heart was racing, and I was a little concerned she might hyperventilate. Crawling up her body, I stopped and sucked on her nipples for a little bit, and just that new stimulation sort of brought her around.

"Thank you Neil...thank you so much!" 

"For what?" I asked.

"For doing that...for doing all of this. I can't tell you how incredible this has been for me."

"I'm really glad you liked this", Sunshine. So...do you want me to untie you now?"

"That's not up to me...that's up to you," she winked.

"I'm more concerned if you're okay. You've really been pulling at those ropes, and I tied them tight."

"I haven't said the word yet, have I?" she grinned.

"Good...because I need you to make me cum."

"And just how do you expect ME to do that?"

Straddling her body again, I flopped my fat, angry cock between her tits. Carol let out a giggle, until I pulled on her nipples to force her breasts together at first, and that made her let out a yelp. Taking those amazing melons in my big hands, I forced them around my shaft, and started bucking wildly back and forth, fucking her chest with a vengeance.

With Carol's ass still propped up by the big pillow I'd stuffed underneath it, her head was against the mattress, well below her chest. I was basically fucking downhill, the tip of my cock poking out just above her chin whenever I thrust forward. She watched my cockhead intently, hypnotized by the movement as I rocked my pelvis back and forth as fast as I could. 

Carol had been sweating almost from the moment I'd tied her to the bed. The stimulation cream I'd applied made the parts of her body I'd put it on become heated, and flushed. And that, in turn, made her entire body start to react to the changes...which meant she was hot just lying there. Of course, she had exerted a lot of energy struggling against her binds too, so all of those things made the big valley between her breasts shiny and slippery with beads of her perspiration. And that made for smooth fucking.

Pawing at Carol's tits, I continued to plow away, forcing them together to create the tightest hole I could. She started urging me along, telling me how great it felt, and how powerful my cock looked to her. Then she told me how much she wanted me to cum on her face again. 

And I was about to...when the phone rang.

~*~*~*~*~*~ "Hello?" I said as I answered the phone. I was standing next to the bed, my cock bobbing up and down...pulsing so hard I thought it might actually pop a vein.

"Hi baby! How did you day with Carol go?"

Suddenly I had a flash of panic, although I really didn't know why. Ann had blessed us being together, but that didn't mean I didn't have a little pang of uncertainty. Pressed to answer her question, all I could manage to get out was, "Uuuuuuuh..." 

"Uh what? Didn't you have a good time?"

"Ann...we're kind of...still together," I said sheepishly.

"What...it's almost eleven o'clock, Neil."

"I know...but you said I was supposed to make her cum as many times as I could today...and it's still Sunday for another hour or so. You're not mad, are you?"

Ann started laughing, although it was quiet, which I was sure was because of being on the phone at her parent's house. "Why would I be mad, baby? I told you that you could be with her today. I'm just a little surprised...because you have a big day tomorrow."

"I know...but I'm more prepared now than ever. Besides, this has kind of kept my mind off of it."

"What do you mean you're more prepared?"

I told Ann what Carol had done, setting up the training session with Ivan, and how Ivan had given me the set of operator's manuals for the production lines. I started talking fast, giving her details of some of the things I learned, excited to share my newfound knowledge. I was giving Ann a couple of examples of what I knew that no one else would know, and I kind of lost track of the moment. 

Ann reined me back in when she cleared her throat and said, "Uh...baby, I love that you're excited...but you do know that I don't understand a thing you're saying, right?"

"What?"

"I've never seen what you're talking about, and I really don't understand all the terminology you're using. It's like you're talking some foreign language. I mean, I'm happy for you...but aren't you forgetting something right now?"

"What would that be?" I asked.

"Your guest. Where is Carol anyway?"

I looked over at Carol, who was back to being desperate. The orgasm I'd given her had taken the edge off for a while, but the cream was still working, especially on her clit. Carol was back to panting, her eyes begging me to give her relief once again. She was being quiet because I was on the phone, but I knew she wanted to say what her eyes were telling me.

"Uuuuuuuh..." I said, unsure of how to explain to Ann how Carol and I had gone from her setting up a training session, to her being in the position she was in right now.

"Is she in the bathroom?" Ann asked, thinking it was one of those moments where you really can't tell someone on the phone where the person they're asking for is, because it's not a polite phone conversation topic.

"Actually, she's...tied to the bed," I said, even more sheepishly than when I'd told Ann I was still with Carol.

"Oh my God...REALLY?" Ann said excitedly.

It shouldn't have surprised me that Ann was okay with that little revelation. And not only was she okay with it, I knew instantly that it turned her on. She asked a couple of questions, and I gave her a quick rundown of how we'd gotten from point A, to, well...all the way to point Z really. And as I gave Ann the details, I realized that she was playing with herself.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" I said as I finished telling Ann what I was doing to Carol just as she called.

"I told you, Neil...I was going to call you tonight so you could help make me cum. I'm getting close, but you're running out of time. It's late...and midnight is your curfew."

I figured at first that with Ann on the phone, she'd understand if we went into Monday. But that statement let me know, in a loving, but honest way, that there would be no bending the rules in our little game...other than her letting me be with Carol this one Sunday. And Sunday almost over.

"Well, I guess I'll have to call you back when I'm done with her," I said as I looked back at Carol.

"No...I want to listen."

"What?"

"Move the phone as close as you can to the bed, but don't hang up. Just lay it next to Carol so I can hear the two of you."

"I won't be able to describe anything, babe."

"I know...but you're going to be fucking her tits, and I have an imagination, baby. Please...do it for me. I'll know when you're cumming, and I want to cum with you."

"Okay...but I think I'm going to need to make her cum one more time. She's really suffering right now."

I could feel Ann smiling on the other end of the phone. "That's fine...I can cum with her too!"

I was a little surprised that the phone had such a long cord coming out of the wall. I had to move the nightstand out a little, but I was able to put the phone base on the bed, and then stretch the coiled cord out on the receiver, placing it next to Carol's head. At first I thought I'd be lucky to be able to get it within six feet of Carol, instead of the six inches or so it turned out to be.

As I climbed back onto the bed and got into position over Carol again, she turned her head a little and said hello to Ann. And I could hear Ann faintly say hello back, along with her infectious giggle. That was followed by Carol telling Ann that she was going to try and let her know what was going on by being Ann's eyes in the room.

"He just put that big fat cock between my tits, Ann. You should see it...I bet you've never seen it this big...that cream really makes it look huge. The damn thing is menacing."

I heard Ann say something, and Carol smiled and winked at me. "Sure...I'll let him keep it. I can get some more from Martina. Oh...and make him put it in your ass, Ann...oh my GOD it feels so incredible," Carol said with another wink.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 72



I pressed Carol's tits together, and started bucking back and forth. Carol gave Ann play by play coverage, trying to describe not only what she was feeling, but also what I was doing and what it looked like. Truth be told, she was doing a pretty good job of it...and that had me getting closer to my orgasm. It also helped Ann get closer to hers, in large part because Carol would stop describing every so often and tell Ann she should do something. Like finger her clit, or dip her fingers into her pussy. She was doing her part to help Ann and me cum together. There was no way Carol could have known that was what Ann wanted to do. She'd only heard my half of the conversation. But Carol was one smart woman, and she put two and two together rather easily.

"He's really fucking my tits hard, Ann. He's going to be cumming soon. I hope you're close too. Frig your clit harder...I can feel his cock ready to explode!" Carol said with her mouth inches from the mouthpiece. 

It was also inches away from my cock, which was indeed ready to explode. Carol looked up into my eyes as I gave her tits four or five more strong strokes, and she said, "Neil's going to cum for us now, Ann. He's going to cum all over my face. I hope you're close, because he's cumming...right...NOW!"

"Ooooohhhhhhh FUCK!" I yelled out as I slammed forward one more time and held myself still. With Carol's face still below her tits, and my cock point up slightly, I started spurting. Shot after shot of white, steamy jizz blasted out of the tip of my cock, splattering all over Carol's face and hair. The intensity of the cream made me cum more than I would have otherwise, since I'd already had two orgasms earlier in the day. I felt my balls churning inside their sack, forcing more and more sperm to fly up my shaft and ejaculate high in the air.

Carol was telling Ann where there shots were landing, and how good my cum felt on her skin, and tasted on her tongue. When my cock finally stopped pulsing, I could finally hear...and I heard Ann cumming through the phone. It wasn't loud, obviously...but I knew that sound...intimately. I'd heard Ann cum so many times that there was no mistaking it, even when she was doing everything she could to keep from screaming out. I'd heard Ann scream at the top of her lungs when she came, and I'd heard her do it when she had to be quiet...and while each was unique, they also had similarities to them. And I KNEW that Ann was cumming.

I picked up the phone and said, "That's it lover. Cum for me. Cum hard, baby!"

"Oh...GOD!" Ann said, through what I was sure was tightly clenched teeth. 

Ann came, and I knew it was an intense orgasm. I smiled as I listened to her thrashing around, knowing she'd been thinking about Carol and me all day, and what we might have been doing. But I'm sure she didn't count on getting a live show...even if it was just over the phone. Ann had just said she would call me at the end of the day, and that we'd cum together. That Carol had been a part of that only added to the experience.

When Ann finally calmed down, and her heavy breathing becoming a little more normal, I said, "So...how was your orgasm, baby."

"Which one...I had two," she said with a little laugh.

"Two?"

"One when you came...and that sounded SO HOT! I just know you covered Carol's face all over, baby. I can close my eyes and see how hot that looks with her all tied up and helpless. And then I came again when you got on the phone and told me to. In my mind, I was pretending I was tied up...and you MADE me cum."

"YOU were thinking about being tied up?"

"Hmm...I still am, baby. The week I come out to visit, I want you to keep Thursday night open."

"Thursday...why Thursday? I thought Sunday's were the days we were going to do that...if we do it."

"Sunday is the day we're going to do it the first time we're in our new place after we get married and move out there...because Sunday is OUR day."

"I'm confused Ann. Now you want to do it before that?"

"I'm sorry if I'm confusing you, Neil. It's just that I've been thinking about it for a while, and just knowing you tied up Carol tonight has me ready to do it again...the Thursday after I get there."

"Okay...but why Thursday?"

"That's the night we were together in Colorado. I'm thinking that's as good a night as any to try it again...and it will give me a date. I like knowing what day it's going to happen so I can prepare myself."

"Prepare...like what...and enema?"

"HA...no...I do that now pretty much every day we're together anyway, just in case. I meant prepare mentally...just like when we'll do it after we're married. I love committing to it, and then knowing its coming up. The anticipation of it for me is a huge part of the excitement. I have to do it, because I gave you my word. It makes me feel like you love slave ahead of time, and that makes it hotter."

"Okay...but you know I have to work on Thursday, right?"

"Yeah...but that will give YOU something to think about that day, won't it?" she laughed.

Ann had gotten me so focused on what we would be doing in the future, I'd forgotten the present. That is, until Carol made a sweet little moan. I grinned at her as I spoke to Ann. "Right now, I want you to think about getting out a vibrator."

"Really? Why?"

"Because, I'm going to use Carol's on her. She needs to cum again," I said as I winked at my cum covered sex slave lying on the bed.

"REALLY?" Carol said, almost gleefully.

"Yeah...get a vibrator Ann. I'm going to put the phone down for a second, and then Carol's going to be on the other end." I untied Carol's right hand, and handed her the phone. "I want you to tell Ann what I'm doing so she can do the same thing. And if you try to use your hand for anything other than holding the phone, I'm going to stop and you'll have to make yourself cum when you get home!"

~*~*~*~*~*~

As I drove down the interstate, thinking about how I'd made Carol cum with her vibrator, while she struggled to tell Ann what to do so that Ann could feel the same exact things Carol was feeling, I had a little chuckle to myself. Carol and Ann came almost simultaneously. I was fucking Carol with her vibrator, jamming it in and out of her pussy as fast as my arm would move. Carol was relaying that to Ann, who was doing the same thing to herself 500 miles away. And I actually heard Ann cum first as Carol held the phone away from her face when SHE started to cum. 

I couldn't have asked for a better ending to my day. I made the woman I'd spent the day with cum; the woman that had given me so much of herself during the day, most importantly her friendship. And in doing that, I made the love of my life cum too...from long distance. To me, it was perfect. 

~*~*~*~*~*~

Ann was exhausted, and when I took the phone from Carol, she said I needed to get to bed so I'd be rested for the next day...reminding me it was important. I told Ann I'd call her when I got off of work and let her know how it went...and we told each other how much we loved what we'd done, and how much we loved each other.

After I hung up the phone, I went about untying Carol, helping her get herself together so she could head home. I gathered her things, while she went into the bathroom, saying she needed to freshen up. I couldn't blame her, since I had no intention of making her go home with my load of cum on her face. But Carol surprised me when she walked out of the bathroom almost exactly as she had when she walked in.

"I thought you were going to clean up?" I said with a confused look on my face.

"I did," she said with a grin. "Can't you see...I re-did my lipstick and eyeliner."

I let out a laugh, and carried her stuff to the front door. "Here's your purse, and your coat. I put your handcuffs and the key in the center pocket with the vibrator."

Carol slipped on her heels and said, "Did you keep the tube of stimulation cream?"

"Didn't you want us to?" I said, thinking of the conversation I'd overheard her having with Ann.

"Yeah...I actually have another one at the house. But Martina can get me more anytime. I bet she'll do the same for you and Ann."

"Well, we won't be needing it for a while."

"I guess not," Carol said as she looked down at my rock hard shaft, still throbbing from the effects of the dose I'd massaged all over it. "Do you want another blowjob before I go?"

I looked at my watch and said, "Sorry...I can't. It's after midnight."

"Oh...you're right," she said bashfully. The she looked up into my eyes and said, "Can I kiss you goodnight, though. I don't like the idea of..."

I took Carol by the back of her hair and pulled her to me, leaning in. "I wouldn't have it any other way, Sunshine," I said as I pressed my lips against hers, parting them with my tongue. We shared a long, heavy kiss, and she moaned a little.

When I pulled back, Carol smacked her lips and said, "Ann is one lucky woman."

"And there's a lucky man out there somewhere for you, Carol. I can promise you that."

"I know, Neil," she said, her green eyes ablaze. "And now I'm finally ready now to start looking for him. I've missed this. Thank you so much for an incredible day."

"You're welcome, Sunshine," I said as I opened the door to the hallway. "Thank you for all you did for me today."

And with that, I gently pushed Carol on the small of her back, nudging her towards the door. "Wait...I'm not dressed," she said as she half heartedly fought against my hand.

"Your jeans should be dry by now...if they're still on the railing by the stairs."

Carol's eyes got wide, and she said, "What it they're not!"

"Oh well...you came into my room naked...that's how you're leaving. See you in the morning, Sunshine." And then I pushed her a little more firmly and shut the door. I couldn't help but peek through the peephole. Carol just stood there for a few seconds, smiling as she stood in the hallway in just her heels. Then she gave a little wave, knowing I was staring, and she turned and walked through the door next to my room that led to the stairway.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Thinking about how I'd left Carol the night before, I wondered what she'd look like when I saw her at work. Obviously, she'd be far more dressed than the last time I'd seen her. But would she be daring, or conservative. Would there be any telltale marks on her from the rope I'd tied her with? Would she have a kind of glow about her from cumming so many times? Would she even acknowledge that anything happened between us? I doubted that she would; and if she did, I was sure it would be understated...maybe a sly wink, or a knowing smile, wicked and sexy. I couldn't wait to find out.

But the fact was, I didn't even know what I'd be doing, or where I'd really be working. I wondered if I'd even see Carol. Maybe they'd hired a receptionist by now, and I wouldn't even have the opportunity. And that made me wonder what I'd say to her, whenever I got the chance to see her. I didn't want to dwell on what we'd shared, but I felt in my heart that it would be rude of me not to at least say high, and tell her once again what a good time I'd had. I wasn't thinking so much about the sex...it was more that I was grateful for the time we'd spent together. 

I got off the interstate, slowing down the off ramp as I banked towards the east, pulling onto one of the main arteries into the town. I was on the northern edge, on the outskirts of the city limits, and I had to stop when the light in front of me turned red. I glanced into the rear view mirror, checking my look one more time as I shifted up in my seat a little, looking into the back of the car.

Smiling, I had a Bond moment, and I was suddenly back in that frame of mind. I knew now that I not only had to say something to Carol, I had a question for her...one that I had to ask, even if I had to seek her out.

I pulled into the parking lot, seeing Carol's Nissan parked near the front door of the office. I parked a little farther away, and reached into the back of the car to grab my sport coat. Slipping it on, I checked my look in the window, adjusting my tie one more time, and then I took a deep breath.

"Time to find out what's really going on inside this company, Bond," I said, mentally psyching myself up by playing the role Ann created for me, including the mission she'd come up with for me. 

In my warped little mind, I felt like if playing James Bond helped get me the job, then acting like him would only help me in making the right first impressions on my first day of work. Marching confidently toward the doorway to the temporary offices, I smiled when I caught a glimpse of Carol sitting behind the front desk.

Opening the door with a suave confidence, I strolled over to the where Carol was sitting, and I sat down on the corner just like I had over three months before. Carol was wearing a low cut red dress that hugged her sexy curves, her long brown hair pulled up high on her head. I stared at her massive cleavage and offered her a sexy smile.

"Good morning, Holly," I said as I winked at her, calling her by the character she'd chosen to play on the adventure Tina and I had shared. "How are you this morning?"

Carol didn't miss a beat, picking up right where we'd left off months before. She grinned and said, "Good morning, James. I'm fine. How about you?"

I picked up Carol's right hand with my left, bringing it to my mouth. Kissing the back of it, I looked at the reddened skin around Carol's wrist, the marking from the ropes still very evident. "I'm concerned about you...it looks like you got worked over pretty good. Pussy warned you about getting too close to an agent," I said, referring to Tina's character. "You might end up...well..."

"I was interrogated pretty intensely last night...but I didn't talk. I was able to use my womanly charms to escape," she smiled.

"That's good. Do you have the information I need?"

"What information is that?"

"I'm supposed to be Neil Thomas, remember? And, I'm supposed to open up an account today to set up my identity here in West Virginia. So I need to know how many?"

"How many...what?"

"Orgasms. I need to know how many times you came yesterday," I said with a naughty grin. 

I actually needed to know, so I could tell Heather later that night for the 'sex account' that Ann and I were going to share.

Realizing what I was talking about, Carol flashed a naughty smile of her own, and said, "Nine."

"Great work, Dr. Goodhead. But next time, you need to be more careful. You can't be leaving evidence behind...it could jeopardize the entire mission."

"Evidence...what are you talking about?"

I reached into my coat pocket and pulled out the silky red top that Carol had left in the back of my car. Placing it on the desk blotter in front of her, I stood up. "Like I said, you've got to be more careful, Holly. Do try not to lose your clothing today."

Carol knew the rules of the game Ann had set up for us to play. And we were still going to play it, even though I was back to thinking like Bond, at least for the moment. Knowing that, Carol moved her top and looked at the blotter, which had a huge calendar printed on it. I'd noticed that the dates of all the Wednesday's and Saturday's were circled with a bright red marker...the days she was supposed to be 'open' for me as a branch in the game. 

Pointing at the calendar to the fourth of the month, which was two days away, she giggled and said, "I'll try to wait until Wednesday."



Ann: A Love Story Ch. 73



Looking at my watch, I groaned as I saw it was still five minutes to 7. "Did this damn thing stop!" I said to myself as I stared at the big pile of applications that were to my right on the desk I was sitting at.

Deciding that I'd at least get a jump on things, I grabbed some of the papers on the pile and started tapping them on the desktop, straightening them so I could get them into the big box I had next to me on the floor. There had to be close to 150 of them, which was by far my biggest day out of the week and a half that I'd been doing interviews. Placing them neatly in the box, I looked at my watch again.

"Fuck...still five minutes to go. I'm going to be the last one there."

I was in the local Vocational Education Center just west of town, where I had been every day since the previous Wednesday. I felt isolated, what with there being only one other company employee working with me. And that was Angela, the new company receptionist who was hired on just a week before I was. 

~*~*~*~*~*~

Angela wasn't at the front desk when I'd shown up for my first day of work. She was busy working in the HR department, organizing things for my first assignment. I'd been hired with the knowledge that I was going to be in charge of hiring the hourly production staff for my department. And I found out later that Angela was being temporarily assigned to me, as my assistant. 

I'd spent my morning of my first day on the job filling out my employment paperwork with Steve White, the Director of Human Resources of the plant. There seemed to be dozens of different documents I had complete, but I dutifully gave them all my pertinent information, including my social security number an insane number of times. That was followed by a lengthy orientation process on company policies and procedures. 

When I finished the boring part of my workday, Steve introduced me to Angela, and told me we'd be working together, at least to start. When I shook her hand, I smiled...like I thought that Bond would, and she reacting with a little schoolgirl giggle and a blush.

"Mission accomplished," I said to myself as I stared at her hazel eyes, happy that I'd gotten her to react like she had.

Angela was a petite little thing, about 5'2", and she had long auburn hair, the reddish tones coming out against her light tan. She was cute, and bubbly, with a wide, megawatt smile. And, she had a very nice body, with firm 34-inch B cup tits, and a nice hard little ass. Angela was young, in her early 20's, and it seemed she was trying to make up for that by dressing conservatively. My guess was that this was her first real job, and she wanted to make a great first impression. Looking professional was a big part of that. And who was I to argue...what with me wearing a jacket and tie. 

But I knew Angela was young, and as cliché as it sounded, impressionable. I'd innocently flirted with her...but I had no intention of going any further. And that had nothing to do with the fact that I'd just endured a 30 minute session on sexual harassment as part of my orientation, and that she was going to be working for me short term. It had more to do with the fact that I had a lot of work to do...work that was critical to the success of my department and the plant, and my career. I'd do the company far more good by working with Angela, and teaching her in the process. 

So I politely told Angela I was looking forward to working with her, and she said the same. Following Steve out of his makeshift offices, he took me to see my boss, Jeff Engels.

My afternoon was going to be spent in a 4 hour meeting with Jeff, going over my job responsibilities, particularly what I'd be doing the first few weeks on the job. But before that happened, Jeff drove me out to the plant for a quick tour, where he introduced me to my peers. He didn't know I'd already been there, and I deliberately didn't let on. Anything that I'd learned through my tutorial with Ivan, and from Carol, was something I'd intended to keep to myself. 

Jeff gave me the cursory tour of the front office area first, and then we headed out to the production floor. I asked some questions along the way, trying to act like I was in the dark about some things. But, I also made comments to a few of things Jeff said; things I shouldn't have known, making them seem like they were educated guesses. And by doing that, I impressed Jeff several times with my 'intuition' about the production process. 

In truth, several of the comments I made were just that...intuitive observations that I made along the way. I was still thinking like Bond, and for whatever reason, that made me more aware of my surroundings. So much so that I was tuned in to the concepts of manufacturing that Jeff was explaining along the way...even ones I didn't know about yet. And the more it happened, the more confident I was getting with each passing moment. By the look in Jeff's eyes, I could tell his confidence in me was growing too.

He took me out to one of the production lines. In fact, it was the same line that Ivan had been working on when he, well, trained me. And it was there that I met Conrad, who was busy setting up part of the machine for a test run. 

Conrad was a big guy, about 6'3" and a little over 200 pounds...with a dark goatee and a toothpick sticking out of his mouth. He was in his middle thirties, and he seemed trying awfully hard to portray himself as a biker...the kind of biker that gave real bikers a bad name by being so stereotypical it was comical. 

Most of the guys that I knew that rode Harley's let their bike do the talking for them. You just knew it was part of who they were by the way they carried themselves. Sure, they wore some leather, and the occasional black Harley T-shirt. But it wasn't what they wore that made them a biker. It was what was ingrained in their souls; like the bike was an actual part them, and that was what made them cool. A real bike isn't a biker because they ride a Harley. They ride their Harley, because it's a part of them.

But Conrad...he went out of his way to act the part, which made the whole thing seem phony. He was dressed in a dark green jumpsuit, with the sleeves cut off for effect. His long dark hair was slicked back, looking almost greasy....and it was held in place by a Harley bandana he'd made into a headband. In fact, he had lots of Harley paraphernalia; from Jewelry to the boots he was wearing...and the more he had on, the more I knew he wasn't really what he was pretending to be. Conrad was what my biker friends jokingly referred to as...a 'weekender'. 

When Jeff and I approached, Conrad stopped what he was doing long enough to look me up and down. I could see him laughing on the inside as he saw me there standing in my suit, a hard hat on my head and safety glasses over my eyes because we were in a zone of the plant where they were currently required because of the installation. That Conrad wasn't wearing either didn't surprise me...it went with the 'rebel' persona he was trying so desperately to sell.

"Conrad, this is Neil. He's..."

"The new guy. Yeah...I get it Jeff," he said in a gruff voice, never taking the time to look at me. "Hope you're comfortable in that suit. You must be planning on sitting on your ass a lot dressed like that. Maybe Jeff didn't tell you, but this is a working man's job." 

It was a classic intimidation tactic. He was trying to put me in my place in front of our boss. It was obvious that he didn't think I had the chops to cut it on the job, and this was his way of trying to get the upper hand in front of Jeff. It helped that Carol had clued me in ahead of time, because it eliminated the shock factor. But frankly, I saw Conrad and his attitude from clear across the plant. And I'd dealt with his kind my entire working career.

Sticking out my hand, I ignored his attempt to control the situation, and said, "Nice to meet you, Conrad. I'm looking forward to working with you."

Conrad looked over his shoulder and sneered. "Work...what would you know about work? I'd love to shake your hand pal, but mine are dirty. I work for a living."

"I'll take that chance," I said, my eyes narrowing, showing him I wasn't letting him off that easy.

He glanced at Jeff, who had a little smirk on his face. Jeff gave him a nod, in essence telling him to play nice. Conrad reluctantly pulled his right hand out from inside the machine and slapped into mine, trying to give me a death squeeze. But I knew that would be his next tactic, and I beat him to it, gripping his hand tightly before he had a chance to do the same. I squeezed hard, pulling his arm a little to make him off balance. The move forced him to stand upright so he wouldn't fall over, pulling his other arm out of the machine as well.

"Huh," I said as he tried to fight back the grimace that was starting to appear on his face.

"Huh...WHAT!" he replied loudly, going for volume to try and make me...well, I guess he was going for afraid, but I just smiled.

"Did you change your clothes at lunch?" I asked, letting go of his hand.

Conrad started to massage his palm, and then he caught himself and his arms flinched back. Jeff let a little snicker, and Conrad eyes went wide. I had him backpedaling, and he said, "What are you talking about...I've worn this all day...why?"

I could see the anger starting to boil, but I knew he wasn't going to do anything. He was all image...and I knew at that moment that he had nothing to back it up. Sure, Conrad was big. But I wasn't exactly small, and he knew that I was staring at him face to face. 

I looked him up and down and said, "Because...you're making it out like you're working real hard, but I don't see anything on your little outfit. For a gear head, you seem to be pretty clean." Knowing that he hadn't transferred any grease or oil from the machine when we shook hands, I held it up in front of his face without even looking at it. I smiled again and said, "See...nothing. It looks to me like you're working really hard at not working."

"Hey...what gives you the right to come in here and talk to me like that!"

"Well, for one, I'm a Supervisor, just like you. I'm not going to pretend that I can operate the equipment like you can. But the truth is...I don't have to. My job is to make sure that my crew gets production off the equipment, which I'm really, really good at."

"What the hell does that mean?"

"That means I can tell the difference between an operator that's busting his ass to get the job done, and one that's working hard at not working."

Conrad stood there, his mouth open, not knowing what to say. Jeff looked at him and busted out laughing. Slapping me on the shoulder, he said, "Well, that...was funny."

"Want to hear something else funny?" I said as I grinned at Jeff.

"Sure...what is it?"

"Well, I'm not sure if you're aware of it, but in our industry, the percentage of OSHA visits to new facilities is 25 percent higher than the national average. There's better than a 40 percent chance that we're going to get a visit between now and the plant start up. That's unless, of course, you've already gotten one."

"Are you serious?" Jeff said, his jaw dropping open a little.

"Absolutely. OSHA loves to come into plants that are installing equipment, because they can assess the riggers and installers for violations at the same time their looking at the company itself. It's kind of the two or three birds with one stone theory. They get a bigger bang for their visit. And Junior here is going to cost the company at least five digits in fines, because he's not an hourly employee...he's a supervisor."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Conrad said in a defiant huff.

"It means...that you're held to a higher standard, because you're supposed to be setting an example and teaching safe practices to the workforce. And it means that if this company was smart, they'd make sure that if they're going to employ someone that's so blatantly arrogant about flaunting his lack of respect for company safety rules...that fine will come out of his salary."

Jeff stared at me for just a moment, and then he looked at Conrad. Jeff then looked at the safety helmet that was on top of the machine...the one with the Harley-Davidson sticker on it, which meant that it obviously belonged to Conrad. He picked up the helmet, along with the safety glasses that were next to it, and handed them to Conrad.

"I suppose you think this means something," Conrad said as he put on the helmet, giving me a nasty stare in the process. It was one of the dumbest comebacks I'd ever heard, which meant that either he was scared to say what he wanted, or he really wasn't cleaver enough to come up with something better. 

"I'm not sure what you're getting at, Conrad. I'm just looking out for the best interests of this company. My livelihood depends on its success this plant, and that means a lot to me. I'm surprised it doesn't to you."

"Wow...you sound more like a fucking suit every minute," he responded, the contempt thick in his voice. 

And the essence of his statement cut the core of how he viewed the world. First, it didn't surprise me that he cursed. I was more surprised that he'd held it in before that. Just as Carol had said, Conrad was a glorified operator...he didn't have the tact or the capacity to manage people. The fact that he was showing his hand in front of his boss didn't surprise me either...because anger and false bravado always trumps judgment with people like that.

"Well, they say that what you wear says a lot about a person, Conrad. But James Bond wore a suit, and he still kicked ass. Clark Kent wore one too...and he was Superman." I looked at Conrad, now standing there in his pristine green sleeveless jumps suit, and his white hardhat and safety glasses, and I let out a little snicker. 

He was a walking caricature of someone trying to look macho, and he puffed up his chest like a rooster when he saw me chuckle under my breath and shake my head a little. 

"What's so funny!" he snapped.

"Nothing...just like I said, what you wear says a lot. By the way...loved your work in the Village People," I said as I gave a little wave. 

I turned and walked away with Jeff, who was wiping away a little tear from trying to hold in his laughter. As we rounded the end of the production line, heading toward a second one that was being installed, Jeff looked at me.

"You know...not that I'm complaining, because that needed to happen eventually. But you know you probably made an enemy right there, on your first day."

"Who are we kidding, Jeff. Conrad looked at me as the enemy the moment you introduced me to him. You heard him. All I did was let him know that I wasn't intimidated by his act, and now he knows that I know things that HE doesn't know, which makes him very nervous."

"Like the OSHA stuff," Jeff nodded.

"Yeah...there's that, and that I know a goof off when I see one. That obviously struck a nerve."

"I have to admit, Neil...I'm not that up to speed on the OSHA regulations as I probably should be. What's the likelihood that we're going to get a visit?"

I shrugged my shoulders and said, "I really have no idea, Jeff. I made all of that up."

Jeff stopped in his tracks, his mouth opening wide. "What...you did?"

"Yeah...but it all makes common sense. I can't imagine we wouldn't get a visit at some point before operations start. Besides, guys like Conrad are going to make my job harder. If he's not going to follow the rules, how am I supposed to get my people to? I have to tell you Jeff, I'm a little surprised that you..."

"Actually, that's the first time I've seen him without his safety gear. I think he was trying to make a statement for you...and he ended up getting one instead." Jeff said we headed to the other line being installed. 

I could see Ivan as we walked toward the machine, which made me nervous. I didn't want Jeff knowing that Carol had brought me to the plant the day before. That would have ruined everything I'd said to Jeff to that point, and I might have lost his trust. But when Jeff introduced me to him, I relaxed.

Carol must have spoken to Ivan about it, because he never said a word about already knowing me. In fact, he was very convincing in his acting. He pretended like he'd never met me, going so far as to explain a couple of basic things about the production line. Ivan didn't have a lot of time, though. He had to attend to a problem one of the people in his charge was having. So, he wished me luck, and Jeff was soon whisking me off to another machine.

This machine was in a different part of the department...one that I wasn't going to be in charge of. And that was a shame in a way, because I actually had a lot of knowledge about it. There was a similar machine back at my former company, although that one was a much older model than the brand new, state of the art machine in front of me. This one that had many more bells and whistles on it than the one back at Beck Manufacturing. But the guts of the machine, and what it did, were the same as the one back in Indiana. 

Standing next to the new one was another big guy. He was 6'2", and a little on the chubby side. He had graying hair stuffed under his helmet, and safety prescription lens on his wire rimmed glasses, along with the mesh side panels that snapped on for protection from the sides. He was wearing jeans and a light blue short sleeved work shirt with his name embroidered over the pocket.

"Fred, I'd like you to meet Neil. Neil, this is Fred...another one of our Supervisors." Fred gave me a halfhearted smile, but he shook my hand when I put it in front of him. 

"Nice to meet you Fred. How's it going?"

"I've had better Monday's," he said in a huff. "Jeff, we need to get the tech back in here for fix this machine. I'm telling you, they didn't calibrate it right. There's no way to set it up on center and make the air vacuums release in the proper position. The damn thing either drops it too late...or holds on to it too long. I keep scraping good product."

"Fred...we've had them in here twice since we...YOU...signed off on the installation. We've already used up our two free maintenance visits, and we haven't even started live production yet. Besides, they insist that there's nothing wrong with it...and it was running when the left both times we called them in!"

"I'm telling you, Jeff...there's something wrong that they're not telling us. I've been in the business 25 years, and I know!"

I stepped forward, looking inside the open guard over the conveyor belts that led into the heart of the machine. The same guard Fred had his head stuck under when we first walked up. 

"You know, we had one of these where I used to work...well, it was a lot older, but...do you mind if I give it a shot, Fred?" I said as I took off my jacket and handed it to Jeff. 

Fred scoffed and said, "Be my guest...it would be nice to have someone else show Jeff I know what I'm talking about. The damn things fucked up."

I rolled up my sleeves, and tucked my tie inside my shirt between two of the buttons so it wouldn't get caught in the machinery. Taking the wrench from Fred's hand, I reached into the machine and loosened four big bolts on both sides. Grabbing an actuating shaft, I ran my fingers along the inside of a cam deep inside the machine, feeling for a notch.

Finding it, I pulled on the shaft, lining it up into position, before I quickly tightened a bolt on each side. I felt the cam again to make sure I had it aligned the way I wanted, and then I tightened all the bolts to secure the position. After that, I opened the safety brake and backed up the machine manually with a crank wheel, clearing out the most recent jam up. Once I had that done, I engaged brake again and lowered the guard.

Knowing everything was clear, I handed the wrench to Fred. "Wow...this one is really different than the P732 we had back at Beck."




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 73



"That's right. This one is a piece of shit. All these new fangled gizmos on it don't mean a damn thing if they screwed up the installation," Fred barked toward Jeff.

"I said it was different, Fred. I never said it was screwed up," I said as I hit the start button. 

The motor kicked in, and the vacuum grabbed one of the production pieces, lifting it and placing it in perfect position, followed by the next one. I turned a knob on the control panel, making the speed increase. "It's a lot quieter than the P732, that's for sure. And it goes faster," I said as I watched it hum along.

Jeff and Fred just stared at the machine, watching it run. I hit the stop button and turned to Jeff, who was smiling from ear to ear. "Nice job, Neil. What do you think of that, Fred?" Fred just grumbled as he stared at the inside of the machine, trying to figure out what I'd done.

"Can you show me where the bathroom is, Jeff...I need to clean up," I said as I looked at my hands.

"Uh...sure. Come with me."

"Nice to meet you Fred. Hope you have a better day now," I said with a wave as I followed Jeff. I knew where the bathroom was, but I played along just for appearances.

"Okay...so, where the hell did you learn THAT?" Jeff asked.

"I told you...we had a P732," I replied as I glanced over my shoulder, looking at Fred peering into the machine to try and figure out what I'd done.

"That's not a P732, Neil. That's an S732. They're three model generations apart...and there's been at least 15 years of improvements in that time.

"Eighteen. But there was no real change between the P model, and the Q that came out a five years later...there was just a slight speed difference. When the R model came out in '83, it was a total redesign, and everyone I talked to hated it...even though they sold a ton of them at first. So, they went back to the original design, and retooled it to make the S model...that came out last year."

"How do you know all of this?"

"I read it in a trade magazine last summer just before the S came out. The biggest difference between the P and the S models, besides the speed, is that they changed the cam on the vacuum arm. They made the 'in' stroke more of a gradual slide, instead of the dramatic change in direction the P has...which has a tendency to break the cam arm when they get older."

"And you got all of that from a magazine?"

"No...I ordered one of those cams for the new machine, and had my maintenance department rebuild ours to match."

"What...why?"

"Well, they make the new cams so that you can't retrofit them to the older machines, because they want to sell new machines. So, I bought a new cam, and had our guys change the channel in our cam to match the new one. And by doing that, we changed the angle of the arm. I had them redesigned cam it back in the machine. Now, they won't be breaking the cam arm any more...which was getting costly because it's harder to get parts for the older machines."

"But...you bought a new cam for a machine you don't have, and you couldn't use it, right?"

"Yeah...but I didn't keep it. Look at it this way...I bought a thousand-dollar cam. We got the specs off of it, and our guys in maintenance were able to modify the cam in the machine to work the same way as the new one. Then we sent the new cam back and got our thousand bucks back...we just paid the hundred dollar re-stocking fee. So, for a hundred dollars, and another couple hundred in labor and materials to modify our cam, Beck now has a P732 that runs like the one here...just a little slower. And in doing that, I probably bought my department another ten years before they'll have to replace it."

"So...how come Fred couldn't get the damn thing to run? What was he doing wrong?"

"What are you asking me for...he works for you," I said with a laugh.

"Because...I want your opinion."

"Okay, well, my opinion is that he just told us why."

"What do you mean?"

"He said he's been in the business over twenty-five years. My guess is that majority of them were operating things. And guys like that are old school, Jeff. They think they know it all, because in their mind, they've seen it all."

"So what are you saying?"

"I'm saying that he thinks he can run that machine, because it looks similar and it's supposed to have the same results. But that cam is hidden...you can't see it. So if you don't read the manual, you don't know how to set it up. He's probably trying to set it up like a P752, and if you do...you set the timing all wrong."

"Okay, so you're saying it's a case of not being able to teach an old dog new tricks."

"No...age has nothing to do with it. My Dad has been in this business longer than Fred has. But he's always reading about the industry, making sure he keeps up to date with trends and new technology. The magazine I read that in was his...it comes to the house every month. So I read them too. I think Fred is more of a case of not being able to teach a stubborn dog new tricks. It's all about attitude. I think Fred's one of those guys that somehow got stuck in the 60's and he's not going to come out unless he's kicking and screaming."

Jeff laughed as I went in and washed my hands. When I came back out, he was leaning against a safety railing, drinking a coke from the vending area. "Come on, Neil...one more person for you to meet," he said as he motioned me to follow him. 

Jeff walked around a corner, and opened the door to the production office. The same production office where I'd eaten Carol, and she'd sucked me off. As I glanced at that desk in the back left corner where we'd been together, I know I had a naughty grin on my face. 

But Jeff took me to the back right corner, and introduced me to Thelma, who was sitting at her desk, pouring though operator's manuals, much like I'd done the night before. Well, I'd been naked when I read them, and I was torturing Carol in the most wonderful ways at the same time. Thelma still had her clothes on, and she didn't have anyone in the room tied up...so she obviously was taking a different approach than I had.

"Thelma, this is your new partner...Neil," he said as he motioned towards me. "Neil, this is Thelma. She's been a Supervisor for 6 years, and she has a lot of experience in our industry."

Thelma started to get up, and I motioned that she didn't have to. "Don't get up on my account," I said as I reached out my hand. "It looks like we caught you at a bad time. I can see that you're busy."

She stood up anyway, a broad smile crossing her face. "I'm not to busy to meet you," she said with a pleasant laugh. "After all, we're going to be working together."

Thelma was a big woman...as in tall. She was at least my height at 6 feet, and with her big pile of curly blond hair on top of her head, she looked even taller. She was also big framed...but she carried it well. Thelma was wearing a flowing blue floral dress that matched her shoes, which were sneakers. 

While she wasn't the most attractive person I'd ever met, my first impression wasn't 'bitch' like Carol had said. My guess was that Thelma was a woman working in what had by tradition been a man's industry, and as she'd worked her way up, things were always a lot harder for her, fair or unfair. I likened it to what I'd gone through with being the son of a Vice President...and so I felt I could relate in a way.

I smiled politely and said, "I'm really looking forward to it, Thelma. I know I'm going to learn a lot from you...I'm kind of new to this part of the business. I know I'm not as experienced as Conrad or Fred out there." 

Thelma waved her hand and said, "Puuulease! Husky and Starch don't know the first thing about our job, Neil."

"Husky and Starch," I laughed. "You mean Starsky and Hutch?"

"No...Conrad is Husky, and Fred is Starch. Spend ten minutes with them alone, and you'll know exactly what I mean. I've been telling Jeff..."

"He knows, Thelma. If you would have seen what Neil just did in the last fifteen minutes...well, you got exactly what you were hoping for in a partner."

"That sounds ominous," I said with a nervous laugh.

"It's not anything bad, Neil. I may look like an ogre...but I'm not one," Thelma said, her self-deprecating humor catching me off guard.

"What did you say?" I said as I snapped my head toward her.

"I know I'm not beautiful or anything. I look like a cross between Big Bird and some dame out of a Far Side Cartoon. But I know my job...and I'm damn good at it. I just asked Jeff to make sure I got a partner that could appreciate me for who I am, and what I can do."

"You seem pretty beautiful to me," I said with a wink, making her blush. "As far as I'm concerned, beauty starts with a sense of humor." 

Thelma smiled, and Jeff went into a little spiel, telling her about my first encounters with Conrad and Fred. Thelma was laughing so hard I thought she might fall over. I shrugged it off, not wanting to make too big a deal out of it. After all, it was just my first day. I knew I'd need to learn to work with Conrad and Fred. Still, I was happy that Thelma liked me, and we seemed to be hitting it off.

"So...what's this room for," I said, acting like I was tired of hearing Jeff go on and on about how I'd put Conrad in his place, and made Fred look a little foolish.

"It's the production office. This is where you're desk is going to be," Jeff said.

"Oh yeah...which one?"

Thelma pointed at the front desk and said, "Husky's got the one up there on the right, and Starch is on the left...they wanted window seats."

"Where's your desk?" I asked her, playing dumb.

"Duh...it's this one. I wanted to be as far away from them as possible. So, you can have any of the other ones except the clerks."

I pointed to the one that Carol and I had had sex on, and said, "So this one's free?" Jeff nodded, and I looked back at Thelma. "If you don't mind, I'll sit back here with you. That way, when we're all in the plant at the same time, you and I can sit and make fun of them behind their backs."

Thelma laughed and stuck out her hand. "It's a deal...partner!"

We talked a little more, mostly about what Thelma was doing. She was writing all of the job procedures for the various positions in the department, including the responsibilities of the Supervisors. Jeff had a great deal of faith in her, and based on the way she was describing what she was doing, I could understand why. Thelma was sharp, and she was dedicated...she was also probably misunderstood by most people she interacted with daily, Carol included. But Jeff got her, and so did I...and that seemed to make her day.

"We'll let you get back to work, Thelma," Jeff said.

"Yeah...I'll see you when I see you," I said with a grin.

"It's going to be a while...you have a lot of work to do," she said with a little wave. "Good luck."

~*~*~*~*~*~

Angela popped her head into the room and said, "You won't believe it, Neil. Three more JUST walked in the door. Do you want me to tell them to come back tomorrow?"

Looking at my watch, I shook my head. "No, Angela. It's still two minutes before seven. We said we're taking interviews until seven o'clock."

"But...the party," she said disappointedly. "We're already going to be the last ones there."

"I'M going to be the last one there. Get them set up, and then you can go ahead and go. Just lock the door when you leave so no one else can come in. I'll meet you there when I'm done, okay?"

"Are you sure?" she asked, a little pout on her face.

"Yeah...I'm sure. What if one of these people turns out to be the shining star we're looking for? I won't be that far behind you," I said with a smile.

"Yeah...right," she scoffed. "We haven't gotten out of here before 8 in the week and half we've been doing this."

"That's all the more reason for you to go...now! Maybe you'll meet some cute guy you can hang out with."

"You're already spoken for," Angela winked, flirting with me again.

"Yes, I am. Now get going...okay? I said, shooing her towards the door.

"Okay, okay. I'll have them fill out the applications, and whoever gets done first will be the first one in. You better show up at the party though, or I'm going to be pissed at you!"

"I'll be there. I promise. Now go!" I laughed.

~*~*~*~*~*~

After Jeff had given me the tour, we headed back to the temporary offices so we could continue our meeting, grabbing lunch on the way. We sat down and ate at his desk so we could go over the specifications and qualifications he was looking for in the production employees. He had each position in the department broken out, and he and Thelma had created a bullet point overview of what each job would require from a skill set standpoint. They'd both ignored Conrad and Fred's input, going with substance over style. 

Conrad and Fred had wanted seasoned operators, saying that was the fastest way to get the plant up and going successfully. And while that was probably true, Jeff said that he disagreed with that approach. He wanted people that were trainable. Experience mattered, but not at the expense of honesty and character. He was willing to take some short term lumps, looking at the bigger picture down the line. So, Jeff gave me the parameters of what he wanted me to look for in the interviews.

The company had rented space at the Vocational Center, and had been advertising for weeks about the upcoming positions. So on Tuesday, I spent the entire day with Angela, moving things to the Center and setting up a system. I let her set up the pre-staging however she wanted to, telling her what I needed from my standpoint. I wanted her to have the freedom do the job her way. As long as Angela had them ready to go...how she did it was going to be more important to her than to me.

The downside me and Angela being off site was the hours. Jeff wanted a wide window, to try and accommodate potential employee's personal hours. And with it being just the two of us, there wouldn't be a lot of breaks. The interviewing process was going to start on Wednesday morning at seven, and it would run to seven each evening. Because of that, I only had Monday and Tuesday nights to start setting up the personal part of my life. Not only was I supposed to open a 'sex account' with Heather, I also had to open an actual bank account...and a post office box, and...well, set up several other things. 

Starting on that Wednesday morning, I got to the Vocational Center at 6:30 to get ready, and there were already people outside waiting. And that was the first of what became ten straight 13 hour days of interviewing...except for Sunday, which was only a 5 hour day. 

And here I was, hoping against hope that this was only going to be a 12 hour day. But when those three people showed up at the last moment, I knew I'd be another half hour at least...and likely a little longer. I waited as patiently as I could, wondering when the first person would walk through the door. While I waited, I looked through the pile of what I called 'approved' applications...people that I liked that I thought would be good hires. 

I had about twenty in front of me, which was a little higher than the norm from what I'd found...a direct relation to having a higher volume of interviews during our day. I was interviewing about 120 people a day for the total of 40 positions on the initial hiring phase. Taking the 200 or so applicants that passed the first round of interviews, I'd be making calls on Saturday and Sunday, setting up interviews for the next week for second, more in depth interviews. 

"God...I hope one of these people is good enough to make the pile," I said as I put the handful of chosen applications into my briefcase with the rest of the ones making that initial cut.

~*~*~*~*~*~

"Where've you been?" came the sweet voice from behind me.

Recognizing the southern accent, I turned around in the lobby of the hotel. I was already smiling. "Working...you know that."

"It's almost 8:30, Neil," Heather said.

"I know...I'm later than I wanted to be. But I had three people show up at the last minute. One of them was pretty good too."

"But its Friday...aren't you supposed to be..."

"Yes, Heather. I'm supposed to be at the party. I'm just going to go upstairs to freshen up and change...so I need to get going."

"Would you like to pick a card first," she said, grinning.

"I've picked cards the last three nights, Heather. And all I've gotten out of it was eating a late night snack every time. Just like LAST week."

"Are you insinuating that I stacked the deck?" she giggled.

"No...I'm just saying that as much as I love eating your pussy...and Carol's, I really need to get to the party. I promised Angela I'd be there."

"Yes...but Angela isn't part of the game, no matter how cute she is. And maybe this is your lucky day. I've actually been hoping I'd get to give you one of my blowjobs. You haven't had one yet. And after tonight, I won't be 'open' again until Monday.

I was torn. As much as I wanted to finally get a blowjob, I really needed to get to the party. Since I'd opened the joint sex account the previous Monday, I hadn't had that much of an opportunity to actually play it. The account didn't go active until Tuesday, and I'd gotten home late. I'd pulled cards on Wednesday and two on Friday...and all I got to do was eat Carol twice, and Heather once. 

Not that that was bad...in fact, it was great. But I had to cave and jack off over the phone with Ann on Sunday after I'd gotten home from work...twice. Fortunately, all the cunnilingus I'd done kept adding to our account, which was good thing, I suppose. Ann had added to it too, eating Penny once, and Tina twice...although she did get Penny to eat her on Saturday, which was a first for Penny. And from what Ann had told me, Penny was not only good at it...she loved it.

But it was more of the same thing this week. I never got the chance to play on Monday...and I'd pulled the wrong card three straight nights...including a card that made me spend more than I wanted...I had to eat both Carol AND Heather back to back. Again...it wasn't that I didn't enjoy it...but here it was Friday, and I'd gone almost two weeks into the game, with only a couple of self inflicted orgasms from my right hand to show for it. I was horny. And...I was late.

"I'm sorry Heather...I just don't have time."

"I understand. Do you want to pull one for tomorrow, so you can be Carol?" she said, trying not to be disappointed.

"Well...you have a point about that," I said, thinking it would be a stupid not to pull a card for Saturday. 

I followed Heather to the front desk, and she pulled out the metal lock box she kept the playing decks in. Opening the top, I saw the telltale envelope that contained a surprise from Ann.

"Oh...fuck," I said under my breath.

"That's right...she called today. You have to open this first," Heather said, handing the envelope to me.

Ann had done this to me once before. It was another part of our game, where we tried to turn each other on. When Ann had set up the game to begin with, she'd sent two manila envelopes to Heather; one with the decks of cards for us to play the game. The other contained a secret weapon of sorts. To be fair, Ann had made arrangements to create the same...well, weapon, for me to use against her. I'd just not used it yet...mainly because I kept forgetting about it. I was working so many hours, I'd forget to have Heather call Tina to spring that trap the other direction.

I clutched the white letter sized envelope in my hand. "This one's thicker than the last one," I said to Heather.

"Yes it is, and you know what that means."

I let out a heavy sigh, knowing what I had to do. My fingers trembled as I started to open the flap of the envelope, which was tucked inside. Heather hadn't glued it shut when she'd put the contents inside for Ann...just like the previous time. It was supposed to be easy access, like an envelope you'd get from a bank teller with your money in it. But just as I was about to open it, Heather touched the back of my hand.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 73



"You know what's inside, right?"

"Well, no...not really. I mean, I know...but there were a lot of them, so I really don't know."

"I mean, you know what they're going to do...right?"

"I'm already there, Heather," I said, looking at my crotch, which was starting to grow in anticipation. 

"It's not too late to change your mind, Neil. But if you pick a card and you want to use it tonight, you have to tell me before you open that envelope."

"I know that, Heather."

"I'm just reminding you. That's what a good teller would do...remind you of all your banking options."

I sighed again, and looked at my watch. "I'm really going to be late, Heather."

"Then don't go upstairs. Pick the card, and hope it's what you want. If it is, then we just need to hook up before midnight. I can get away for twenty minutes and meet you somewhere, and then you can go back to the party. If it's not...take a second card, and hope THAT'S what you want. And if that still isn't it, you can technically pick two for tomorrow. And in case you don't remember, tomorrow is at 12:01...and Carol's at the party!"

I stared at the envelope in my hands, trying to decide what to do.

~*~*~*~*~*~

The 'party', was a company party. It was actually a Launch party for all of the management, engineering and front office employees that were already on board. And they were having it in the large banquet room of the hotel. And while I knew that Carol would be there, it never dawned on me that it was a Friday night...and that Saturday started at just after midnight. 

Sure, they weren't normal banking hours...but that was part of the fun. As long as Carol or Heather was willing to hook up, it only mattered what day it was. And that meant that I had both Heather and Carol with me on a Friday night, and the party would certainly go past midnight. If I played my cards right...which in this case meant actually pulling the right cards, I might be able to get a blowjob from Heather before midnight, and another one from Carol AFTER. And if I was daring...who knows...maybe I could get four of the right cards, and I'd be able to save two of them for later in the week so I wouldn't have to keep gambling and losing. Again...not that eating a beautiful woman's cunt was like I'd lost a bet. But this was a game, and they had certainly had the better of it so far.

And Ann had the upper hand in OUR game, because of the envelope I held in my hand.

The envelope contained pictures...the pictures from our trip from California to Indiana. Well, obviously it wasn't all of them...Ann had sent a ton of them in the bigger envelope, broken out into little groups by number. What was in the envelope was a sampling of them, designed specifically with the intent of turning me on in some way. I knew that, because Tina has sent me a list of ones the she had been given by Ann to create special packets to tease Ann with...but again, I hadn't used them yet. I also knew the gist of the contents because Ann had already had me open one packet.

That one contained a picture of Ann, in my favorite pose; her legs spread wide, ass toward me, bent over at the waist as she grabbed her ankles. And it wasn't just one picture like that...there were nine of them, showing Ann posing in front of the welcome signs for each state we'd passed through on that trip. That particular envelope told me I couldn't open it until Sunday...and that I had to call Ann when I did. We ended up cumming together, which meant we each had to pay back our respective bankers.

Worked up just by holding the envelope, and knowing that I potentially had both Heather and Carol at my disposal, I told Heather I would take a chance and pull a card her, and I'd wait to see what happened with that one before I committed to another card for her, or one for Carol. As I opened this envelope, I was surprised even more. There were no pictures inside at all. There were just blank 3 by 5 index cards, masquerading as photos. On the top one, was a handwritten note...from Ann. It simply said, 'Your second surprise is at the party! The first one is standing in front of you.'

"What the hell does that mean?" I asked.

"I can't tell you about the second one...it's a surprise." I was so stunned by being fooled by the package that I just stood there with an idiotic look on my face. Heather tapped me on the arm and said, "Neil...are you ready for your first surprise?"

I shook my head a little, coming to my senses. "I guess...what is it?"

"Come with me," she said with a grin. 

~*~*~*~*~*~

It was quick, and efficient. And it was long overdue as far as I was concerned. And as Heather sucked on my hard, pulsing cock, I realized it was also as good as she had advertised. 

Heather had pulled me down the hall towards the rooms of the hotel on the first floor. As we passed the elevators, she pulled a key out of her blazer pocket, winking at me as she slipped it into the lock to one of the rooms. As soon as the door closed behind us, Heather dropped to her knees in the little hallway and reached for my zipper.

"What...what are you doing, Heather? This isn't part of the game."

"No...it's part of Ann's surprise. She knows you've been going forever without any relief. So, I'm supposed to take care of you."

"But..."

"No 'buts' Neil. We don't have that much time. You need to trust me, and your girlfriend."

"Fiancée," I said, correcting her.

"Yeah...even better. Now relax. I'm sure she'll explain it all later," Heather said as she pulled my rock hard cock out of my Dockers."

"But why you? Why now?"

"The 'why me' is because Ann called and asked me, and I said yes. And the 'why now' is because you and I are here, and I have your cock in my hands. Any other questions?" she asked, smiling up at me, licking her lips.

I leaned my head back as Heather licked the underside of my cock, and then moved down to my balls to suck on them as she stroked my shaft. Seconds later, I had to lean back against the door to keep from falling over as she took my prick deep in her mouth and started sucking me.

It was an amazing blowjob, and I knew I wasn't even getting Heather's best. She didn't have time to take her time, and do what she would have normally done for me. But that didn't mean I was being shortchanged in any way. 

Heather's head was bobbing up and down on my cock, and my right hand instinctively went to the back of it, my fingers digging into her hair. She grabbed my balls with her left hand as the fingers of her right circled the base of my shaft, jacking it, moving it along with her mouth as she moved back and forth.

It had been so long since I'd had anyone touch my cock besides myself that I quickly felt my orgasm building in the balls that Heather was so expertly massaging. Normally, I would have tried to fight off my climax, and most of the time I would have been successful. But I needed to cum. Not just for my sanity, but also because I needed to get to the party.

Heather knew I was close, by the way I was moaning and the way my balls where churning in her hand. 

Pulling off for a moment, Heather jacked my shaft as she said, "Cum in my mouth Neil...I want to taste you like you've tasted me so many times."

Heather placed the tip of my cock against her extended tongue, her mouth open and smiling. Her right hand was flying back and forth along my saliva slickened shaft...her left continuing to play with my balls.

"Oh...FUUCCKKK! I'M CUMMINNNGGGG!" I yelled as I started blasting my load past Heather's sweet lips.

"Ahh," Heather cooed as she felt my sperm splash against the back of her throat. 

She swallowed my load, sucking at the head when I'd finished pumping into her mouth, wanting to get every last drop. I was panting as I leaned against the door while Heather s up. Leaning in to kiss me, she hesitated for a moment, and I grabbed the back of her head and pulled her to me, tasting a little of my cum in the process. 

"Ann said you might do that," Heather giggled. "That is so sexy."

"So are you, Heather. This was quite a surprise."

"Well, there's one more waiting for you. We need to finish with the cards so you can get to the party!"

~*~*~*~*~*~

I wasn't as horny as I was before, but I'd already said I was going to pick a card. So there we were back at the front desk, Heather behind it, and me standing in the lobby.

Heather put the deck of 'Branch' cards on the countertop, and I pulled the top card. Instead of saying Heather or Carol, it said that I could 'choose closest branch', which was a good sign. That meant either girl I wanted. Then I pulled from the 'Transaction' deck, but instead of getting 'hand' or 'mouth', I got the dreaded 'check your balance' card, which meant I could be spending money...and a lot of it.

"Uh oh," Heather said as she reached for that third deck marked 'Balance' and placed it on the counter. That was the second time I'd had to draw from that deck, and Heather knew I was suddenly nervous. "Are you going to be picking any other cards on these decks?" she asked, pointing to the 'Branch' and 'Transaction' piles. 

Thinking my luck was the same, I shook my head, changing my mind about picking four cards. "No...this is likely going to be costly enough," I said.

Heather fanned the deck of "Balance' cards across the countertop in a semi-circle, much like a dealer in Vegas. "Why don't you pick one that way...instead of off the top? Then you'll at least know this was fair."

Reaching into the center of the half circle, I pulled out a card and flipped it over. I was stunned when I read it. 

It was like something out of Monopoly. The card said, 'Bank Pays Dividends', and the fine print stated that I would get to double the last transaction I made, in my favor.

"Does this mean what I think it means?"

Heather read it, and then she pulled out a paper from the box the cards were contained in. "The rules say that it means whatever the last transaction you did last...which I believe was a 'mouth' because you ate me yesterday...and you get TWICE that back in dividends. AND...because you got the 'closest branch' card first, that would mean it would be two from me, or two from Carol...or...one from BOTH of us."

"At the same time?" I said with a raised eyebrow.

"Well, no. I mean, you'll get two blow jobs, but not at the same exact time. But, we could be in the room at the same time."

"You mean midnight?"

"Yep...I get off at eleven...and I can get you off again after that. Congratulations, Neil. Here, why don't you go to the party and tell Carol she's going to be sucking a fat cock tonight," she said, handing me the cards to prove it to Carol.

"All right...I'll see you in a few hours, Heather. And thanks for my...surprise. You were amazing."

"So were you. I can't wait to have that big thing go off in my mouth again. That was fun." 

~*~*~*~*~*~

Instead of heading upstairs like I'd originally planned, I turned to the left and headed towards the banquet rooms. As much as I wanted to clean up, it was close to nine...and the party had started three hours before. It was going to be my first chance to meet a lot of the people that I'd be working with, and I was so late, I figured that some of them might have already left. In fact it was odd, because as I walked down the long hallway to the last banquet room of the three they had, I couldn't hear anybody. 

"Hell...they all left. This sucks," I said to myself as I made the last few strides to the big open doors and turned into the room. 

When I turned that corner, I was hit by the blast of a huge cheer, the entire room yelling "SURPRISE" in unison, and that was followed immediately by a loud, raucous chorus of singing...to me.

"How the hell do they know it's my birthday?" I said to myself in shock.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Carol gave me a huge hug, and then she pulled back and said, "So...were you surprised?"

"Uh...yeah. How did you know?"

"You filled out your paperwork, and I had to file it. You're birthday is on the forms a couple of times," she smiled.

"But this...how did you get all these people...I don't even know most of them yet."

"Thelma. She's been with us for a while...she was the first Supervisor Jeff hired. And she was telling everyone what you did at the plant last week. And I don't think I said this, but kudos to you for that...way to stand up to Husky and Starch," Carol laughed.

"But Fred and Conrad were singing too. How..."

"Peer pressure...what were they going to do? Boo? You already made them look bad once. As dumb as they are, they weren't going to do something stupid in front of Andy."

"But Carol, you even got a cake," I said as I ate my dinner...which was fresh. Carol knew I was going to be late, and she had the kitchen prepare mine once I arrived at the hotel. And she got that information from Heather, who sent someone to tell Carol once I arrived. And that message was the catalyst for Carol to quiet everyone while Heather stalled me a little bit, by sucking my cock.

"The cake was Angela's idea. She said you couldn't have a birthday without a cake."

"Wow...that's so...wow."

"Yeah...Angela really likes you."

"What?" I said in a bit of a panic.

"Relax...not sexually. She just thinks you've been great to her, and she appreciates your helping her like you have."

"Wait...what about that message from Ann? The note telling me that my surprise was at the party."

"Surprise," Carol laughed, her arms held out wide.

"But...how?"

"It's Ann, Neil. Do you really need to ask?"

"Actually...yeah, I do."

"Okay, well, I called her once I found out your birthday was going to be on the same day as the party, and I asked her if she thought you'd be embarrassed if I did this. I wanted to do something to make you feel at home, and to kind of get everyone to think about this company as a family. Ann said she thought you would love it. So much so, that she agreed to help with the note."

"I do love it, Carol. I just can't believe you did this for me."

"Why not, Neil? I can never thank you enough for what you've done for me. This is just a small way to show my gratitude."

Looking around the room, I saw all the employees that I'd met over the last hour or so, most of them mingling with their significant others by their sides. I sighed and said, "I just wish Ann could have been here for this."

"Yeah...I know you miss her. But from what you told me a little bit ago, Heather and I are going to get to help take some of that edge off in a little while. That is if you have an edge left. Knowing Heather, she might have just sucked it right out of you."

"You...you know about that?"

"It's Ann, Neil. Of course I know about it. What better way to keep you occupied while I got things ready for you in here. I just hope you still have some, you know...left for me."

"You know...we don't have to do that tonight. I should probably stick around 'til the end since everyone did all of this for me tonight."

"Everyone? Neil, they yelled 'surprise', and sang 'happy birthday'. They were already here for the party. The only people that went out of their way were Angela and Thelma."

"And you," I smiled. 

"Yeah...but it looks like I have an anterior motive now," she snickered.

"What's that?"

"Tonight, silly. You, and me...and Heather."

"I told you...we probably shouldn't do that tonight."

"Sure we should. We HAVE to." 

"Why do we have to?"

"Because, Neil...everyone deserves to have SOME kind of sex on their birthday!"

"I just had..."

"That doesn't count," Carol said with a laugh.

"Why doesn't it?"

"Because...you weren't in your birthday suit!"

~*~*~*~*~*~

As birthday surprises go, it actually was a pretty good one. I never would have guessed that anyone in my new company would have taken the time to recognize it, not to mention celebrate it. Of course, Carol was right...there was already going to be a party to welcome everyone to the company. But it was a little overwhelming to have people I was literally meeting for the first time wishing me a happy birthday, and in a way, thanking me for making the party even more of a celebration.

I'd never gone out of my way to be the center of attention in anything. It just wasn't something that I craved. Mind you, it didn't make me uncomfortable. But it wasn't something I actively sought out. And to have people congratulating me because...well, because I was older? That seemed a bit odd to me. But I remembered the mantra of my college roommates, who lived by the creed 'any excuse for a party'.

But the party, as it were, started to wind down around ten-thirty, which dumbfounded me a little. After all, it was a Friday night. I was sure that the event would go on past midnight, what with the free food and free drinks. Yet the majority of the crowd had left, deciding to head home. There were a handful of people that stayed behind, and they decided to move to the bar to hear the live band playing. And Carol and Angela were two of them, first pulling me into the bar, and then dragging me onto the dance floor.

In fact, I don't think I left the dance floor for almost an hour. Carol danced with me first, for a couple of songs, and then Angela cut in, dancing with me for a couple more. It wasn't the dirty dancing I'd done with Ann months before...or with Heather a couple weeks before, but they were both showing off their bodies. I'm sure there was a little alcoholic influence, at least with Angela...but it was all in good fun. 

When I'd finished dancing with Angela, I started to walk off the dance floor. That's when I saw Thelma sitting with the group, but kind of off to the side. It wasn't like they were excluding her...it was more like Thelma felt obligated to sit apart, like a self-imposed segregation. Standing at the edge of the dance floor, I looked at her, and smiled. She looked to her left, and then to her right, thinking I was staring at someone else. When I motioned for her to get up and join me, she froze and shook her head back and forth like a frightened seventh grader at her first dance.

When I walked over to her and held out my hand, she nervously stammered, "N...Neil. I don't dance."

"Sure you do," I said, still holding out my hand.

"Uh...no...I don't."

"Sure...you do," I nodded.

"No one's ever asked me to dance before, Neil. I don't dance."

"That means you haven't danced. It doesn't mean you don't. And now, I'm asking...Thelma, would you like to dance with me?" 

"Neil, I know you're being nice and all...and I thank you for that. But in case you haven't noticed, I don't look like Carol or Angela."

I leaned down and took Thelma's hand, looking her into her eyes. "In case you haven't noticed, I don't look like them either. Now let's go," I said as I pulled her too her feet.

Thelma and I danced to three straight songs. She was self-conscious during the first one, staring at the floor at the beginning. But I lifted her chin with my finger and told her to just look at me, and not to worry about anyone else. By the middle of that song, she relaxed. And by the end of the last one, she was beaming. In reality, Thelma was very graceful. She was light on her feet, and had a genuine sense of rhythm. I even caught her giggling a couple of times. 

When that third song ended, I knew that Thelma was tired. So we started walking off the floor as the band kicked in to the next one, Thelma leaned in and said, "Thank you Neil...that was...wonderful."

"You're a great dancer, Thelma. And it was my honor."

"I think I should let someone else dance with you. Do you mind if I sit down for a while?"

"I do," Jeff said as he took Thelma's hand and led her back to the floor. Thelma's eyes flew wide open as he started dancing with her. I don't know if she was more shocked that she was right back on dance floor, or that it was her boss who dragged her there.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 74



The large conference table was covered with applications, spread out into different piles; the fractured light of the morning sun shining through the tilted venetian blinds, creating telltale stripes across the hard wood of the table and the paper on top of it. I was in the process of sifting through what I'd deemed were tangible candidates for hire, and I was sorting them into different categories, based on whatever criteria a specific job might require. I had about a dozen different job positions to fill, with each position needing several people because of the multiple production lines, and the fact that we would be starting as a two-shift operation. 

The third shift would begin much later, and yet that was one of the things I was taking into account. My hope was that the people that I initially hired at some of the lower positions would, at some point, be able to be promoted from within. Jeff, my boss, and I felt strongly that we should set the precedent early on of looking to our own employees for future growth. We wanted to recognize people that were working hard, and help them to move up in the company.

So, not only was I looking at the resumes of people that would be qualified to run equipment during the initial start up, I was also looking to fill the support positions. And I wanted to fill those positions with people that would be the future operators, both when we added a third shift, and for cross training as back up operators, to cover absences and vacations.

With each position requiring different skill sets, I'd place the applications, along with my notes from the initial interviews, into the appropriate pile for the job position where I felt they would best fit. And then there were the piles for people that feel between positions.

The initial interviewing process was pretty limited. It was more like the production process of the plant itself, designed for high throughput. That meant that there were people that I interviewed that were quality candidates, but the time constraints of trying to see as many people in a day as I could, made it impossible to get enough information to determine where they might fit best. So, I'd marked those people as general operators, knowing I could drill down during a second interview and figure out where they would be the most successful.

Of course, the other purpose of the second interview was to find the best candidates for the initial hire. And I also wanted to line up people that might be hired during the second phase. Most of those people would be hired into the support positions, where they would take the place of people moving up. There were at least 15 different organized piles, and each would likely end up with over 10 applications.

As I segregated the big stack of applications into the smaller ones, I was grooving to a cassette of Earth, Wind and Fire's greatest hits on the boom box I'd brought with me. Dancing back and forth along the table, placing the paper-clipped packets on the appropriate pile I felt they belonged in, I was singing to myself when I saw some movement out of the corner of my eye. Glancing to the doorway of the conference room to my left, I smiled.

"Good morning...again," I said as I continued to bob my head to the beat of 'September'.

"Hey," Carol said with a shy smile. "How's it going?"

"It's actually going pretty well, considering I got a late start. Thanks for coming in on your Saturday to help me."

"It's the least I could do...after all, I'm one of the reasons you GOT that late start," she giggled. "Are you ready for me to start calling yet?"

"Uh...no. Probably going to be another hour or so. Is that okay?"

"Yeah...I have a few things I need to catch up on anyway. I put a lot of stuff on the back burner yesterday to get things set up for the launch party. I'll be at my desk...just let me know when you want me to start."

"Do you mind the music?" I asked.

"No...actually, I'm pleasantly surprised. I figured you for strictly a 'rock' kind of guy. I never dreamed you'd be listening to R&B."

"Why not...R&B is the best music to listen to when you're having sex. The beat kind of makes you keep up the pace," I winked.

"Hmm...that's an interesting theory. Are you thinking about proving that out using me?"

"I can't...no fucking, remember?" 

"We can still think about it. And hey, if you get to the point where thinking about it gets to be too much for you, I can give you a hand...or a mouth."

"Uh...I didn't pick any more cards."

"You don't have to...remember? Ann said she was going to make up for cheating last night, so my branch is open for business. You can have two transactions...one of each. Or you can save them...it's totally up to you...James."

Carol gave me a little wave with her fingers, and she turned and walked away, letting me get a nice look at her tight little ass in the short white hip hugger shorts she was wearing. She also had on a tight blue tank shirt, the little straps fighting to keep her braless chest inside. Just looking at the way Carol's sexy ass was swaying because of her white 4-inch pumps was making my cock rise. I was pretty sure that was the reason she'd worn the outfit in the first place.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Carol had alluded that Ann had cheated the night of my Birthday. And she had...but it didn't involve sex. Well, unless you thought about it in the context of what I'd done...then it most definitely involved sex.

Ann had, in essence, set up a birthday present for me. And that present was Carol and Heather...together. Ann had called me on the pretense of wishing me a Happy Birthday...and I'd spent ten minutes telling her what had happened at the party, and how I thought I'd blown it with Carol. 

That was all because I'd done the right thing, by getting a co-worker who'd had too much to drink a room at the hotel for the night. But in doing so I left Carol, and several other people, with the impression that I'd taken Claudia, the woman in question, to my room to fuck her. Of course, Claudia had been coming on to me big time on the dance floor, actually telling me that she wanted to fuck me for my birthday. But she was drunk, and everyone knew it. It wouldn't matter in the eyes of others that I actually did the right thing, if they didn't know I did it.

Yet when I'd gotten done telling Ann what had happened, she talked me down off my self-built ledge, telling me that others would understand, including Carol. I wasn't so sure, and that's when Ann happily sprung her little surprise. And it was an incredible surprise. When I turned on the light in my room like Ann asked me to, Heather and Carol were lying on the other bed...totally naked, waiting for me.

"What the hell," I said as I looked at them staring at me seductively.

Carol and Heather started giggling, and Ann, still on the phone, asked, "Are you surprised?"

"How the...how long have you been there?" I said to the girls.

"Oh...about a half-hour. We saw you go into the bar...and we came up here to wait for you," Carol said with a big smile.

"So...you knew I didn't...you know...with Claudia?"

"Neil, you're not the kind of guy that would do that. Not after everything you went through, and what you did to help me. I can't believe that you would think I'd even think that."

"But...you weren't in the bar when I got back...and..."

"And, I was getting with Heather, so we could come up to your place. I don't have a key, but she does," she giggled.

"Okay...but...you were in here the whole time I've been on the phone, and you never made a sound."

Heather shrugged her shoulders and said, "It wouldn't have been a surprise if we had."

"Okay...wait a minute. I didn't turn the lights on. But what if I had...Ann, how in the hell did you know the lights were off? You're not even here!"

"Backup plans babe. There were only two possibilities...one, you'd come back to the room tonight, turn on the lights, and find two naked girls in your room. Two...you'd leave the light off, and I'd get to surprise you like I did."

"But...how did you know?"

"Because...YOU answered the phone. If the lights were on, either Carol or Heather was going to keep you occupied, and the other would answer. If one of them did, I'd know what to do. With you answering, I knew the lights were off...and I just had to hope you didn't see or hear them. But as upset as you were, I knew you hadn't...you thought Carol was long gone," Ann laughed.

"I...I don't know what to say, Ann. It's...wait...how did you know they'd both be here? I just pulled the cards for the game tonight...did Heather call you and tell you that I'd finally pulled a good one?"

"Not exactly," Ann giggled.

"What do you mean by that?"

"I have a little confession to make, Neil...I set that up."

"What...how?"

"I got the idea from Carol...sort of. She said that you've been kind of channeling James Bond again. So, that got me to thinking. Do you remember the scene in 'Live and Let Die', where Bond is sitting in Jane Seymour's chair in her room...who was she?"

"Solitaire," I chuckled in response.

"Right...Solitaire comes back to her room, and finds Bond sitting there. And he asks her if she REALLY believes in the Tarot cards. And she said something like, 'they've never lied to me before'...or something like that. And then he tells her they won't now...and he fans them out for her to pick one. Remember that?"

"Yeah...and she picks out the 'Lovers' card, and they end up in bed together."

"Yes. But how did he KNOW he was going to end up sleeping with her?" Ann asked.

"Because, they were all the...same...card," I said, snapping my head towards Heather.

Heather pulled out a deck of cards from behind her back, the same deck she had downstairs in the lobby, and she slowly let them fall onto the bed from her hand, just like Bond had done in the movie. I stared in disbelief when I saw that every card in the deck was the same, saying 'Bank Pays Dividends' on them, with the fine print below.

"Holy SHIT!" I said with a laugh. "Were the other two decks all the same cards too?"

"No," Ann said, "I cheated, baby. I had Heather stack the decks this one time to make sure the card I wanted you to pick was on top."

"You stacked the decks," I said to Heather in disbelief.

"Yeah...but I asked you if you wanted to cut them, remember," she laughed.

"What if I HAD!"

"You didn't, because I asked you if you wanted to. I even said something about you thinking they might be stacked because you kept loosing, and you said no. I knew if I questioned you about whether you trusted me, you'd just pick the card on the top."

"But how...how did you know if I didn't know?"

"You knew, Neil. You may not have had the best of luck in the game, so far. But you would never question my integrity...you're too much of a gentleman to do that. So, psychologically speaking, by asking you if you wanted to cut the deck, I knew you wouldn't, because that would be like telling me to my face that you don't trust me."

"I don't now...I know you capable of lying," I laughed.

"I did it for you, Neil. And Carol and I are going to make it worth it."

"Yes...they are," Ann said through the phone with a sexy little moan.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Ann explained the ground rules for my birthday present, since it was already unwrapped, so to speak. And it was pretty much what I expected. Ann wasn't going to change her stance when it came to the sex. She was adamant that there was going to be no fucking. That was something that I'd come to believe was only going to happen with her present. If I ever got to fuck another woman, it was going to be at Ann's urging, but she was going to be there. I didn't know that for fact, but that's the way it seemed, and truthfully, that was the only way I would have been comfortable.

However, Ann did want me to enjoy my birthday, even belatedly. It upset her that she couldn't be with me in the first place. She felt like she'd let me down in some way, by not being able to be there. She said she'd considered moving up her trip to visit by a week, but she knew how many hours I'd been putting in, and she was torn. She didn't want to waste a trip and not be able to spend any time with me. 

And she was right. I'd been working ridiculous hours, including not getting 'home' unitl 8:30 on a Friday night. And I'd be working Saturday as well. But the good thing was it looked, I'd be done with the majority of the interviewing by the next weekend. Then I'd be back to working more normal hours. Ann had to sacrifice being with me on my actual birthday, but I'd be free and clear the next week when she came out to look for a house for us.

Ann made it very clear that while she couldn't be with me on my birthday, she was going to make up to me...above and beyond what she'd set up for me already. I told her she didn't have to, but she just let out a 'try and stop me' laugh.

"The real part that sucks is that I've committed to the 'no fucking' rule," she said, almost upset with herself.

"And I'm okay with that, Ann. I really am."

"I know baby. But every man deserves to get laid on his birthday. I even considered asking Carol if she knew of some escort service, and I'd hire a girl for the night."

"How in the hell would that make it any different than fucking Carol...or Heather?"

"It's kind of a matter of principle, I guess. In my warped mind, I felt like if you fucked someone that you'd never see again, it wouldn't be that big of a deal...and I'd make you happy."

"You make me happy just because you're you, Ann. I don't even need to..."

Ann knew where I was going, and she cut me off. "Yes...you do. I've already set this up, and I really want you to do it. Besides, that wouldn't be fair to Heather and Carol, now would it?"

"I'm not arguing Ann. I'm just saying no matter what, I love you."

"I love you too. And I know the escort was a little far fetched. I wouldn't even know where to start to find one. It's not like that was a question I was going to ask Carol...or Heather. It was just a wild idea that I had to let you get laid."

"How in the world did THAT pop into your pretty little head?"

Ann snickered and said, "Promise you won't think bad of me?"

"I promise, Ann. I want to know."

"I've just always wondered what it would be like to be an...escort. Not to the point that I ever thought of actually doing it...or that I WOULD ever do it. But I've always been curios what it would be like."

"You've thought about being a hooker?" I laughed.

"Neil, you promised! Don't make fun," Ann said...her voice sounding like she was suddenly embarrassed.

"I'm sorry, babe. I'm not picking on you...and I'm not...I'm just a little surprised, that's all." 

"Well, don't be. You should know by now that some women fantasize just as much as men. And I'm one of them. Oh...and I never said I thought about being a hooker. I said I thought about what it would be like being an escort. There's a big difference."

"Like what...you're getting paid for sex."

"Neil, you can't tell me you don't know the difference between a hooker and an escort. I mean, I know they're both technically in the same line of business. But one is standing on the street corner, and she's turning $25 tricks in the back of cars and in alleys; the other is getting paid to be on the arm of some high roller to make him look good, and she's making four figures a night. It's like comparing a guy flipping burgers at a fast food joint to a trained chef at a Five Star restaurant. They're both cooking up something hot and edible, but they're not in the same class."

"I know the difference Ann. And I'm not making fun of you. I find it more intriguing than anything else."

"Well...good. Like I said, it's just a little fantasy. I could never do it. But I'd like to think that if I ever DID...I'd make top dollar. I think what appeals to me is the idea of being with someone powerful in some way, and yet, I have the ultimate power, and he'd have to pay handsomely just to be with me."

"Hmm...I can see that," I said, trying to be supportive of Ann's flight of fancy.

"Anyway, I'm sorry I brought that up...we're getting sidetracked."

"I'm not sorry you brought it up. I always love learning more about you, Ann. It's exciting! And you should never be ashamed to tell me about one of your fantasies, babe. I want you to be comfortable telling me anything. And for the record, you can be my escort any time," I laughed, trying more that anything to let Ann know that I supported her no matter what.

"Thanks baby. But that doesn't change the fact that it was just a silly thought that I had trying to find a way to get you laid. But we both know that's not going to happen. I'm not going to change the rule."

"And like I said, I don't want you to. So...what AM I supposed to do with these two? Did you just want to guarantee they'd both be here, and we're supposed to do what the cards say?"

"No...because that would mean you would only be with them one at a time. It's already past midnight, so Heather would be left out."

Ann spelled out her special 'birthday rules' of our little sex banking game. Of course, Ann already confirmed that fucking was off limits. But, beyond that, Ann said that I could be with either of them, or both of them, until morning. And that meant they would be spending the night. Her one stipulation about that was...if I wanted to sleep, I had to sleep alone, and the girls would sleep in the 'sex' bed. 

The next thing that Ann said stunned me. She said that Heather would be in charge. I didn't know what that meant, but I got excited just thinking about it. And it made me wonder how Carol reacted when Heather would be our, well...entertainment director.

"That's pretty much it, baby. You have them both until morning. And to make up for kind of cheating in the game, I've asked Carol if she'd be willing to be open for you tomorrow, and she said absolutely."

"It's Saturday, babe. She was already going to be open."

"Yeah, but I asked Heather, and she said you only picked one card tonight. So, you wouldn't have been able to do anything. I'm letting you have one handjob and one blowjob tomorrow."

"Wait a minute...so, if I would have kept pulling cards, and taken two for Friday and two for Saturday, then that would mean..."

"Yes," Ann giggled.

"That would mean I would have had the two of them...four times!"

"Not necessarily...I had Heather stack the first two decks. Remember? You may not have even gotten to the 'balance' cards. But it's a nice thought, isn't it."

"Oh...okay. For a second there, I thought I might have really made a mistake."

Ann giggled and said, "Hmm...maybe. I never told you how MANY cards I had her stack. Have a great night baby...I'll talk to you tomorrow. I'm meeting Penny in the morning for breakfast. I can't seem to pick a good card either." 

"Maybe Tina's stacking the deck," I laughed.

"You know better than that. But just so you know, I'll be spending some of that money this weekend...I need to cum...so I think I'll be fingering myself a lot"

"That's okay, babe. We seem to have a lot the account anyway...I guess that's what it's there for." 

"Have fun tonight baby. I love you."

"I love you too, Ann. Goodnight."

~*~*~*~*~*~

Carol poked her head around the corner, and said, "So...how's it going?"

"Still working on it...but I'm getting closer."

"So...you don't need me yet?" she winked.

I laughed and said, "No, Carol. I'm not quite there yet. But I'm sure I'll need you before the morning is over, in more ways than one."

Carol licked her lips seductively. "I'll be ready. Oh...and there's someone here to see you. Can I send them back?"

"Uh...sure," I said, wondering who it could be. I thought about cleaning up the conference table, but realized that was a silly idea. I was working, and whoever had showed up to see me had done so unannounced. What did it matter if the room was a bit of a mess?




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 74



Instead, I kept working, until moments later, when Claudia walked into the room. She was wearing the same slinky short silver dress that she'd been wearing the night before when I'd tucked her into bed. It was wrinkled from having slept in it all night, but it still looked sexy as hell on her. 

Claudia's dirty blond hair was pulled up into a tight bun of sorts, showing off a long, slender neckline that I hadn't really noticed the night before. And she was wearing a pair of wire framed glasses that made her look not only elegant, but studious as well.

Claudia stepped through the door of the conference room in the sexy pair of silver heels that went with her dress, closing it behind her. Then she just stood still, staring at me for a brief moment, taking a deep breath.

"Good morning, Claudia," I said with ready grin. "How are you feeling this morning?"

She batted her eyes from behind her stylish lens, and smiled softly. Her voice was shaking, her southern accent unsteady as she said, "Good morning, Neil. I'm fine, thanks."

"You sure?"

"Yeah...a little bit of a headache, and my eyes hurt from sleeping with my contacts in. But I'll be okay."

"What brings you here," I said as I continued to work, taking my eyes off of her so she wouldn't feel self-conscious. 

"Last night. I'd like to talk to you about what happened, if you don't mind."

"We don't have to, Claudia. It was..."

"Neil...do you find me attractive?" she asked out of the blue, cutting me off.

"What?" I replied, stunned by the question.

"Do you think I look...attractive?" 

"What kind of question is that?"

"I just...need to know."

"Okay...the answer is yes. You are VERY attractive. But what does that have to do with last night?"

"I'll tell you, but first...are you serious?"

"Of course I'm serious, Claudia. You're beautiful."

"Sexy beautiful...or just ordinary beautiful."

I chuckled and said, "Did you forget to take your vanity pill this morning, and now you need a fix?"

"I know this appears vain. But I'm willing to take that chance...I don't think I could make you feel any less of me than I did last night anyway. And this is important to me. So...how about it?"

I stopped what I was doing, and looked at Claudia, staring into her bright blue eyes. "I don't think less of you for anything, Claudia. I'm not sure what I did to give you that impression." 

Then I let my eyes wash over her body, leering at it as I scanned her from head to toe. The naughty grin that appeared on my face was genuine; a natural reaction to a hot blooded male looking at a stunning woman that was dressed to kill.

Staring back into Claudia's eyes, I hissed, "And yes, you are without question...one hot woman."

Claudia let out a deep exhale as she lit up, her eyes flashing from behind her glasses. "Thank you, Neil. You don't know how much that means to me."

"Do you mind tell me why?" I asked.

"Not at all," she said as she pulled out a chair from the under the table and sat down, motioning me to do the same. I sat across from her, and she took another deep breath. "I'm sure by now that someone's told you that I get a little...horny when I drink. But I need to tell you...I've never come on to a guy like that before. At least, not since I've been married."

"It's okay, Claudia. I understand."

"I'm sure you do. But I need to explain anyway. I'm not sure why I did what I did...but I did it. Well, I know why. I was attracted to you...and I was alone. I've always had a wandering eye, Neil. I look at guys all the time, and wonder what it would be like to...well, you know. But I've always kept it to myself. I mean, I tell Michael about it, and that just means we end up having sex...which he loves."

"Well, I'm glad you can talk to him."

"Me too. In fact, I talked to him this morning...and I told him what happened. And then I told him I needed to talk to you."

"Why?"

"Why did I tell him...or why do I need to talk to you?"

"Well, I know why you told him. I don't keep secrets from Ann...she knows what happened last night. But I don't see..."

"I needed to thank you, Neil. You were such a gentleman last night. I still can't believe you got me a room...and breakfast. And you had them bring me aspirin...it was so sweet of you to take care of me like you did. You didn't have to...not with the way I was acting."

"I DID have to, Claudia. I couldn't have you going home like that. I would have felt horrible if you would have gotten into an accident or something."

"Well, I'd like to repay you for what you did."

"Absolutely not. It was no big deal. I'm just happy you're okay."

"Neil, you spent your own money on me...and I was the one that was acting foolish. Besides, it was YOUR birthday...it should have been..."

"My parents always taught me that it's better to give than to receive, Claudia. And as I've found out as I've gotten older, they were right about almost everything they tried to teach me, this included. I did what I did because it was right, not because I was looking to get repaid. So the room's on me."

"Wow...you really ARE a gentleman," she sighed.

I chuckled and said, "You sound surprised."

"I guess...I am. I've kind of gotten used to the type of person we've hired over the years in your position. That's why I wanted to know what you really thought of me."

"Why would it matter if I think you're hot or not?"

"Well, this is going to sound kind of vain again. You see, if you didn't think I was attractive then you still could have just been a pig, but you didn't want to deal with me being drunk. But knowing you think like you do...that matters. That tells me that you COULD have done something to take advantage of me, and you chose not to. And that means you're a real gentleman. You thought about my marriage...without knowing anything about me."

"You're making this sound like I'm some kind of hero," I said, feeling uncomfortable about the accolades she was giving me. "Claudia, I just did what I did because I've been where your husband would've ended up. And it's not fun. AND...I know you didn't know what you were doing."

"Actually...that's the strange part, Neil," Claudia said as she leaned across the table. "I knew exactly what I was doing...I remember what I'm doing even though I drink. It's just that when I'm drinking, I don't care. That's why I don't drink that often. The truth is, I usually only do it when Michael is around. Or when I know he's going to be around, like when I'm alone at the house waiting on him to come home. I like getting hammered every once in a while for him, because I loosen up and it makes for incredible sex...and I actually remember every detail."

"So...you remember...everything?"

"Pretty much...up until I drifted off. When I have wine, it makes me lose all of my inhibitions. I've learned over the years not to drink unless I WANT to lose them, knowing Michael will be there to save me."

"So...why did you drink last night?"

"That's a good question. It was habit."

"Habit? You just said..."

"Well, I've never been to a company party when Michael WASN'T there. And he usually sits at the table and watches me drink a little wine and make a fool of myself. Then he swoops in when he's ready, and he takes me home and has his way with me."

"So...you're saying..."

"I'm saying that I've danced with a lot of guys over the years, and I've gotten turned on doing it. And while I've never gone as far as I did with you...actually coming on to you like I did...I HAVE flirted. A lot. But I always did that to kind of drive Michael insane. I guess it's safe to say that he gets really turned on watching me."

"And last night was different because he wasn't there."

"Right. And I went too far, I suppose. But I said what I said, and I can't change that. In fact, I really wouldn't want to."

"You...wouldn't?"

"Nope. I don't live by regret, Neil. I am who I am, and I'm comfortable with that. And so is my husband."

"I'm not really sure what you're saying, Claudia."

"I'm just trying to tell you that I meant what I said. Last night...and this morning," she said with a naughty grin.

~*~*~*~*~*~

I'd taken more than my fair share of showers with gorgeous women in my lifetime. It was something that had started in college, when I'd taken a weekend trip to see my friend Connie at her college campus in Southeastern Indiana. Connie had invited me down to visit, and when I got there, she introduced me to her roommate, Nekita. It was Connie's way of making up for the fact that I'd been pursuing her, and she had waited for weeks to tell me that she was gay. 

Truthfully, it was silly. Connie didn't owe me anything. Just because she was gay, and couldn't find a way to tell me while I'd tried relentlessly to get inside her tight jeans, that didn't mean that was her fault. When she finally caved, and agreed to go to a movie with me, it gave her a chance to tell me the truth. It stunned me, but it didn't change how I felt about Connie deep down. She was a friend, and I immediately changed from ass chasing to support mode, feeling honored that I was the first person in town besides her family that knew.

And in truth, how could I blame Connie...for anything. We both lived in the same small town; a town that got its livelihood from spreading rumors. I was always amazed there wasn't a little motto written under the welcome sign entering the town, stating 'where your business is our business'. Yet just because I'd backed off pursuing Connie sexually, and chose to instead support her as a friend in dealing with her own sexuality, that didn't mean she had to do anything for me.

But Connie saw that differently. She said that I was there for her...that I was the one person her age from town that she could confide in. She thought it was remarkable that I could set aside my desire for her, and actually become just a friend. I didn't think it was that remarkable of a feat, really. After all, she wasn't interested in me like I was in her...so to continue was a waste of time. I still found her attractive, and I told her that often. And I think Connie appreciated that I still flirted with her, even though there was no spark on her end.

Somehow, Connie decided that she needed to repay me for my friendship, by finding a way to give me what she couldn't. I never did find out how Connie talked Nekita into it. I wasn't even sure what 'it' was. I was invited to come down for the weekend, and I did. Nekita being Connie's roommate...well, she was there. And I slept in their room with them, even though I wasn't supposed to...the dorms weren't co-ed, so I wasn't supposed to be there after eleven. But I was.

And somehow, during that night, Connie found a way for Nekita and me to be alone together. And Nekita took it from there. Nekita was a beautiful black girl, a year older than both Connie and me. She was slender and silky and she had an amazing body, with nice firm 34B tits, and legs that seemed to go on forever. She was about 5'7", and if she weight a hundred pounds I would have been surprised. 

We ended up fucking, and it was one of those spur of the moment, hurry up before we get caught kind of romps. Connie left, and Nekita ripped her shirt off over her head and demanded that I do the same. The entire first encounter couldn't have lasted fifteen minutes, and yet it was satisfying on every level. And one of them was that we both knew as soon I'd cum inside her amazingly tight pussy, and that before the weekend was over, we'd be finding a way to do it again. Our quick tryst didn't satiate our sudden lust...it actually created MORE sexual tension.

That next encounter happened the next morning. I'd gotten up off the floor, where I'd spent the night on top of a sleeping bag next to Connie's bed. While the dorm wasn't big, all the girls on the floor shared the same community shower and bathroom. It turned out to be more like a locker room, with many stalls, and one large shower for everyone with multiple shower heads along the walls...so privacy wasn't really an option. That's why I got up early, to get in and out before anyone else came in.

I'd already shaved, and I was in the process of rinsing the shampoo out of my hair, when I felt a pair of hands start massaging my balls. I couldn't see, and I started to panic, but the feeling was so good I didn't want it to stop. I didn't know whether to open my eyes for fear of whom I would find fondling me. 

As it turned out, it was Nekita, who rubbed her wet, hard body against mine, using me to soap her up. She whispered into my ear, saying, "Good morning, Neil."

"Good morning, Nekita."

"Ready for some fun?"

"I think you already know that," I said, her hand gripping my rock hard shaft. I tilted my head back into the spray, rinsing out the shampoo. "I'm just glad it's you...I couldn't see."

"Who did you think it was?"

"I don't know...it could have been anybody. Even Connie."

Nekita laughed and said, "Nah...she's strictly into girls. She not bisexual...like I am."

That's the moment I learned about Nekita liking both men and women. I didn't know the extent of it until much, much later. But it didn't matter at the time. She hand her hand on my shaft, stroking it...and she was into me at the moment.

"Mmm...I've always wanted to fuck in here," she said as she moved past me and put her hands against the large tiled wall, sticking her ass out for me.

I moved in close behind her, and lined up my cock. "You have?" I said, sounding surprised.

"Yeah...it's a long story. Look, I promise to explain later, but I want you to promise me something."

I held the tip of my cock against the entrance of her cunt, ready to push forward. But I waited wondering what it was she wanted. "What's that?" I asked.

"No matter what, I want you to take your sweet time...and don't stop. That's all I'm allowed to say...okay?"

"Allowed?"

"Dorm rules. Now fuck me...long and hard, but take your time. I want this to last."

As it turned out, what Nekita and I shared was kind of a dorm tradition. And by shared, I mean more than just her and I. We fucked in the dorm shower, and one by one, girls from the floor would come in and shower too...watching us. We were on public display, putting on an erotic performance of sorts...and an interactive one at that.

Girls would come in and see us, and they'd smile. And invariably, Nekita would talk to them like it was just any other morning. Except, she would invite them to join in a way...and that meant that most of them would take advantage of the situation, and feel me up. Most would grab my ass, or reach underneath and feel my heavy balls as I slowly pounded into Nekita. Some would move up against my naked body from behind, pressing theirs into me...reaching around to feel my chest. And of course, there were those few that chose to just stand off to the side politely and watch us. 

"I'm obviously not the first guy to ever be in here," I said as we had a rare moment alone.

"No...you're the third this year. But you're MY first. I've waited a long time to have my turn as the 'shower slut'. And I've got to tell you, you're holding up amazing, Neil. A lot of guys end up cumming the first time someone else comes in, or the first time someone touches them. That or they shrivel up. But this doesn't seem to bother you at all."

That was a little hard to believe, even for me. It was my first time fucking where I was being watched...but I found it more of a turn on than anything else. "Does every girl on the floor come in?" I asked.

"No...when word spreads, which happens pretty quick, there are some girls that just wait until it's over. They understand, and no one wants to be the one that ruins it for everyone."

"How long has this been going on?" I asked.

"I'm not sure...but it's a tradition. I know it's been going on for well over ten years. And now I get to add my name to the book!"

"The book?"

"There's kind of a log book...they don't put down how many times you're the shower slut. They just put down that you did it. I'm part of the club now!" she said excitedly.

And now, there I was, with TWO shower sluts. Both Carol and Heather had joined me in the shower of my room, and we were cleaning each other. Unfortunately, there would be no happy ending like I'd had with Nekita, where I fucked her until I came inside her pussy again. But for the first time since that morning with Nekita, I had more than one woman's hands on me in the shower, and it brought back those fond memories.

Particularly the part when Connie came into the bathroom. She stood next to us in the shower as I fucked her roommate. I couldn't take my eyes off of Connie's naked body. I'd dreamt of it almost daily during those weeks when I was trying to get into her jeans, but I'd shoved those feelings aside when she'd confided in me. Now, there she was, lathering up her sexy body right next to us.

"I surprised to see you," I said as I leered at my high school friend.

"I don't usually join these...but I love you two...and I thought it would be rude to ignore your show. Besides, I've been hearing what a great show it is," Connie said as she leaned her head back underneath her showerhead, wetting her hair. It didn't stun me that she said she loved us. I assumed as friends...and at the time, that's probably where she and Nekita still were. 

I was holding on to Nekita's tits, pinching her nipples as I fucked her, but I was still gazing at Connie, and I had to finally say what was on my mind. "You know...I always wanted to do this to you," I said, pulling my cock almost all the way out so Connie could get a good look at it, before ramming it deep back into Nekita.

"That's funny...I always wanted to do that to Nekita," Connie replied, staring at the way I was abusing the breasts I was gripping in my hand.

Nekita's head snapped up from where she'd been hanging it down between her shoulders. She looked at Connie, her eyes twinkling, and she said, "I don't remember you ever asking."

Connie moved over towards us, ducking down between Nekita's arms, which were still supporting her as she leaned against the wall, her hands pressed on the wet tile. Connie leaned her back against that same wall, her face inches from Nekita's. Staring into each others eyes, Connie moved her right hand up and moved my left one, taking my place as she pulled on the same nipple I'd been squeezing. Connie's other hand reached below, feeling Nekita's pussy as I fucked it.

It was as close as I ever got to having sex with Connie. She fingered Nekita's clit, bringing her to an incredible orgasm as I fucked Nekita harder and harder. And when I announced that I was ready to cum a short time later, Connie moved around her friend, standing to our left. She grabbed the back of my head with her left hand, pulling me to her. We shared a long wet kiss...wet that had nothing to do with the shower we were standing in. And just as I was about to pop, I felt Connie's hand, squeezing my balls.

~*~*~*~*~*~

I let out a little sigh as I stood there between Carol and Heather. My eyes were closed as they both played with my shaft and ball sack.

"What are you thinking about, Neil?" Heather asked.

"Oh...nothing," I said with another sigh.

Carol said, "Sure you are...I can see it in that grin of yours. What's on your mind?"

"I was just thinking about the last time I was in the shower with two hot women."

"So...you do this often?" Heather asked.

"No...that was in college. One girl was gay, and the other was bisexual," I said with a laugh. "They ended up becoming couple, actually."

"Drove them into each other's arms, did you?" Carol laughed 

"HA...that's funny!"

"Did you get to watch them?" 

"No...I was just fucking the one in the shower, and my friend...the lesbian, came in and kind of watched...but that was the last time I've been in the shower like that until now."




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 74



"Well, neither of us are lesbians," Heather said, "and I don't think either one of us can be classified as bisexuals. At least, not yet. But, would you like to see US together?"

From that moment on, the only way my belated birthday could have been better was if Ann would have been with me. I know she wanted to, more than anything...but she was being realistic. And yet, even as I watched Heather and Carol as they played with each other in the most intimate ways, first in the shower, and then in bed, I knew Ann WAS with me. With each passing hour of each passing day, I became more and more aware that Ann was always with me.

I'd never been with a more giving, loving woman than Ann. And she gave in the most incredible ways, wanting me to be happy, and sexually fulfilled. Sure, our life together was different...and at times I still had to stop and take measure of it. And she did too. But those moments were like checkpoints along a long journey, where we'd take stock of our how our relationship was from a health and growth standpoint, and we'd make adjustments if we needed to...together as a couple. And to that point, we were always on the same page...a page that just happened to be in our own erotic novel.

I relaxed on my bed, watching the girls as they romped around together on the other bed...the sex bed, for almost an hour. And then, the called me over to join them. What followed was an adventure in pleasure and torture at the same time. The girls knew I was only going to be able to cum a finite amount of times. Somehow between the two of them, they settled on that number as three, and they went about doing whatever they could to keep me hard and close to cumming, while denying my orgasm over and over.

Meanwhile, they were determined to cum as many times as they could. At one point I lamented about how wonderful it must be, as a woman, to be able to cum so many times, unlike men, who can only cum several times a day. Of course, I was quickly reminded by Carol that mean don't have to deal with living with a period once a month, taking them out of commission, while men can still find a place to put their cock and get off.

I realized once that was brought up that I'd lost the discussion, and I should just shut up. Most men know that once the 'period' card is played, any card I play in response will quickly be trumped by 'pregnancy', quickly followed by 'childbirth'. There's no winning that contest, so all you can do is fold and wait for something better to come along.

That 'something better' was what they did to me over the next few hours. They were all over my body, making my cock twitch and drip with excitement to the point I thought my balls were going to burst. And at the same time, one or the other of them seemed to be sitting on my face more often than not, forcing me to eat them. 

With the obvious exception of being able to fuck their pussies, or their asses, they gave every part of their bodies to me...allowing me to play. And I gave myself to them as well. Maybe even more...since Heather was in charge. They used their mouths, and their hands...and their feet. I fucked their tits, wedged my cock between their thighs, and ran it along the crack of their asses. Heather even wrapped her silky blond hair around my shaft and used it to jack me off for a little while.

True to their prediction, they made me cum three times...or allowed me to cum, depending on the point of view. Each orgasm became more excruciating than the last because of what the put me through. It was naughty...even borderline sadistic in how they would bring me so tantalizingly close, and then deny my orgasm...going so far as to squeeze my cock and balls as hard as they could to stop me from shooting. They even made me beg...and that didn't work most of the time.

They took great delight in drawing it out, making me squirm and moan. There were even a few times where I was close, and they would stop abruptly, and Heather would banish me to the other bed, making me watch as they made each other cum in a quick, frenzied sixty-nine. I had to fight myself to keep from grabbing my cock and literally taking matters into my own hand...well, fist. 

Yet, as awful as all that sounds on the surface, it was one of the most incredible experiences in my life. The delays, and the torturous mind games, and the physical roller coaster those two hot babes put me through, made the actual orgasms so explosive that I damn near passed out the first time. I was breathing so hard, and the rush hit me with such force that I spewed over two feet in the air, the cum landing all over my chest and stomach. And that was the OTHER thing that was incredible. Each time I came, the girls made me cum on myself...so they could lick it up, starting the process all over again. 

After my third...and last orgasm, they cleaned me up once more, before making me go to my own bed. Heather laughed and said the show was over, turning off the light...and I could hear the two of them together once more, playing in the dark. I would have loved to watch them again. And even though I had a hard cock from them licking my body clean, I knew my balls would be empty for quite a while. 

~*~*~*~*~*~

"Neil, Ann's on line three," Carol said as she giggled.

When the phone rang in the conference room, interrupting the conversation I was having with Claudia, I almost didn't answer it. But she looked at me, raising her eyebrow as if to say, 'aren't you going to answer that?', and since she worked for the company, I felt like I had to.

When I answered, and Carol told me Ann was on the phone, I was s little stunned.

"Ann called...here?" I said, wondering why I'd be getting a call at the temporary offices. I didn't even remember telling Ann that's where I'd be.

Carol laughed and said, "Not exactly."

"What..."

"I called her. She's on line three."

"Why would YOU call her?" I asked.

"Because...I knew you wouldn't. You can thank me later," she said with a laugh that was so loud, I heard her in the other room instead of on the phone. 

"I'll be the judge of that," I said sarcastically.

"Trust me...and trust Ann. She's on line three...and she wants you to use the speakerphone."

"What...you're not making that up, are you?"

Carol paused for a moment, before saying, "Neil?"

"What."

"Please...just trust me," she said quietly.

Placing the phone back on its base, I pressed the speaker button, and then connected to line three. "Good Morning, Neil Thomas," I said nervously.

"Hi baby," Ann said, sounding a little out of breath. "And hello to you, Claudia."

Claudia heard her name, and her ears perked up...but I'm sure the shock on her face matched mine. "Uh...hi...Ann, is it?" Claudia answered, the shock in her voice matching the look on her face.

"Yes...how are you feeling this morning? Neil told me he had to tuck you in last night...I hope you don't have too bad of a headache."

"Uh...actually, I'm feeling okay. He...bought me breakfast, and...he had aspirin waiting for me when I woke up."

"Aw...Neil. You think of everything lover. That was so sweet of you."

"Thanks, babe," I said, shaking my head. It was just like Ann to take what should have been a lot more than just an awkward situation, turning it into just a run of the mill conversation. And that also told me that something was definitely up. Of course, I already had an inkling of that, just by the way Claudia had acted when she'd sat down...but even SHE was surprised by Ann.

"So...Claudia. I understand you're looking to pay Neil back for being a gentleman?" Ann said bluntly.

Claudia's eyes opened wide, the fear inside them pouring out as her body reacted. "Ann...I...I..."

"Relax, Claudia. Neil and I have no secrets...he told me about last night. And my friend Carol was nice enough to call and let me know you were there."

"Ann, I don't want you to think..."

"Claudia...I told you. It's okay. Look, I think it's sweet that you want to repay Neil for what he did last night."

"But...I didn't know Carol was going to CALL you," Claudia said, confessing that she'd said...well, something.

"She didn't call to rat you out, Claudia. She called...to get my permission. Just like your husband gave you this morning...am I right?"

"Oh...my...GOD!" Claudia said, her hands flying up to her face, covering her mouth and nose. First she turned a little red. Then she busted out in a nervous laugh. Pulling her hands down, she said, "Yes...how did you know? I didn't say anything to Carol about that part."

"Intuition."

"Permission...for what?" I asked, suddenly feeling like I was the only one on the planet that didn't know what was going on.

"It's okay, Neil," Ann said, her voice calm and reassuring. "Look, I've talked to Carol, and I gave her my instructions for what I'll allow, and how I'll allow it. Claudia, it's kind of a take it leave it thing. Neil would be the first to tell you that thanking him isn't really necessary...that's just who he is, and who we are as a couple. But I also think I understand why you're feeling the way you are."

"I'm glad YOU do," Claudia said, her body shaking a little as she came to grips with whatever Ann was telling her. "I'm not sure I understand it myself. I just know when I woke up and realized what I'd done last night...and then what Neil did, I started feeling this way, and it's not going to go away."

"Well, talk to Carol, and if you agree, then hopefully this will help. And I'm sure Neil won't mind."

"You know...I AM right here, babe. What the hell is going on?"

"I don't have time to explain right now, baby. I trust Carol...and you should too. So...just go with the flow, and know that if anything happens, then it's what I talked to her about, and I'm okay with it."

"But...why can't you tell me, Ann. What's the rush?"

"I told you last night I had to meet Penny this morning for breakfast," Ann giggled. "I was right in the middle of eating when you called. She's starting to get a little upset because my meal is getting cold. I need to go, or I may have to eat twice!"

Ann hung up, and I smiled, knowing that as soon as she did, she was likely getting back between Penny's legs so she could lick a very wet pussy. I was lost in that thought when Carol knocked on the door, and opened it to stick her head inside.  

"Sorry to interrupt...but I noticed you ended the call. Neil, are you interested?" Carol said.

"I'm not even sure what that means. Ann was very...guarded. She said YOU know what's going on...so why don't you tell me," I said, shaking my head a little.

"Why don't you let me talk to Claudia, and we'll see if SHE'S interested. It's really up to her." Carol motioned to Claudia, who got up and walked out into the hallway. Carol closed the door, but they stood just outside it. All I could hear was some hushed mumbling, but that still seemed to effect me. I actually got a little excited, and I didn't even know why. But with Ann involved, and the word 'permission' being thrown around, I knew it involved something good...something sexual.

Tiring of waiting, I got back up and resumed my work, putting applications in piles, trying to get organized so that Carol and I could begin making phone calls to set up appointments for the coming week. During the initial interview, I'd told the prospective employees that if they could expect a call on Saturday, and they'd be given a day and time during the next week to show up for a second interview. 

That had been a bone of contention with Angela, who was helping me in the interview process. She felt I should find out what day would be best for them, because they may have plans. But I'd told her that if I gave them an option, and they all wanted the same day, then we'd be bogged down. And I had no intention of working 18-hour days. My point to Angela was, if they wanted a job, they'd show up for their second interview. If they didn't show, that told me they might have issues that made them a questionable hire. I needed employees that we could count on, and while it was perhaps harsh, I had told every person who looked promising that if they got a call, they would be told when to show up...and that it could be any day at any time. 

Angela countered at the time, saying, "What if they have to get a babysitter and can't find one?"

I responded by saying, "Then it's better for us to know that now. If they can't find a babysitter to GET a job, how will they find one when they HAVE a job? Those arrangements need to be made now, Angela. They all know the crazy hours this job is going to have. We're going to be rotating shifts, so if they have kids, they have to know before they interview who's going to watch them."

When I put it that way, Angela saw the light. "You know, I never thought of that. I'm only going to be on day shift."

"I'm not trying to make light of what our employees issues might be, Angela. I know they have personal lives. But I don't want to hire people, and then find out they can't deal with the shift structure. We need to know that now."

For whatever reason, that conversation was running through my head as I looked at yet another application that I'd marked as being a mother with young kids. It wasn't part of the actual application, but during the interview, if I could get a candidate to tell me something about their personal life, I'd note it. And it was amazing what people would volunteer in an interview. Most people, when they're nervous, will talk about things that make them feel calmer. And family is one of those subjects that people will often feel comfortable sharing. All it takes is telling a little about yourself...and that can get them to open up about themselves. After that, it's just being a good listener, and jotting down things that are relevant.

Placing the application in a stack where I felt the woman would fit in well, I grabbed the next off the pile. But before I could review it like I had all the others I'd organized, the door opened again.

Claudia walked through, looking at ease as she practically floated over to me on her silver heels. She was strutting like a model, a strong, confident look in her eyes; a sexy smile on her face as she approached. She was holding something in her left hand, but I didn't notice what it was. Her eyes had locked onto mine, and they wouldn't let them go.

Wedging herself between the big conference table and me, Claudia leaned her ass against it, while pressing her body against mine. I started to move back to give her some room, but she was still staring into my eyes...telling me to stay put. I felt her hand gently touch my arm, and the feeling was so sensuous it startled me. It was a far cry from the brazen, alcohol fueled approach I'd endured the night before. Claudia had transformed from a woman desperately looking for a good time, to one showing she was willing to have one...but only if I wanted the same thing. 

"You're fiancée is a pretty special woman," Claudia finally said, her right hand resting on my chest.

"And Mike must be a pretty special man," I answered, "which means whatever this is, it really isn't necessary."

"I don't expect you to understand all of this, Neil. I AM married to an amazing man. And when I called him this morning, and told him about what happened last night, and what you did for me...and then I explained how I felt about it all. Well, Michael knows me. And he knew what to say."

"Claudia...what's this all about?"

"It's about me, Neil. I'm a proud woman. And while I know I made an ass out of myself last night...that's not what bothered me. The people that were there that know me...they're used to that. Hell, I'll bet anything that Jeff was waiting on me, wanting to know if I was okay."

"So was Thelma," I said with a nod. "And they know what I did...and that nothing happened between us. So you can relax."

Claudia moved her hand, feeling my chest through my shirt. "Mmm...I am relaxed. And they're great friends."

"And?"

"What bothered me is I said some things last night...and, well...I meant them. And when I told Michael that...he said I needed to own up to them."

"I'm afraid to ask what that means."

Claudia let out a sigh, and said, "It means that while you think nothing happened between us...something did. And now...I need to finish that."

"Claudia, what are you talking about?"

"Well, Ann wasn't exactly right, but she was close. Michael didn't give me permission to do this." I felt a surge run through my body, and my flight reflex started to kick in. Claudia knew it was coming, and she smiled. "It was more like...Michael gave me an order."

"Wait...what?"

"It's a long story."

Really, it wasn't all that long, but it was interesting. Claudia's husband knew her well. Very well. So well, that he actually predicted her attempted dalliance with infidelity. Mike had told her that she would start drinking, and that he wouldn't be there to stop what he'd always stopped before. And then he gave her a warning...he said if she did anything, along those lines, he would make her pay the consequences however he saw fit.

Claudia said she laughed it off, thinking that it would never happen, because she wasn't going to drink. She thought he was just making sure she knew that he cared. But when she woke up in that bed, she knew she needed to tell him. So, once she had a chance to get her bearings, and talked to the girl that came to the door with breakfast and the aspirin, she made the call. 

"What did he say?" I asked.

"Well, first he asked if I was okay. But once I'd confessed everything, and told him what you did, well, he was relieved, because nothing happened. But then he said that I was lucky that I came on to a guy that had character, and didn't take advantage of the situation. And THEN, he told me what my punishment was."

"Your...punishment?"

"Like I said, Michael made it very clear that if I messed up, there would be consequences that I would have to pay. And, that's why I came to see you."

"I really don't see what you did that would..."

"Neil, that's between me, and Michael. But I did do some things last night, and he knows about them, because I told him. All part of being honest with each other. And I'm pretty sure that you and Ann are the same way, just based on what I heard on the phone earlier. Right?"

Claudia had a point. I'd told Ann about what happened between Claudia and me as soon as she called me...and all I'd done was get a hotel room for Claudia and make sure she was taken care of. It wasn't a confession, but I still felt compelled to let Ann know. So I could relate to Claudia's position; how she might have felt a little guilty, and feeling the need to cleanse herself of that moment by talking to her husband. But I wasn't sure what she was getting at. Whatever Claudia had done was basically flirting...and I couldn't see the seriousness in that.

Still, I respected Claudia's stance, and said, "You're right. Ann and I tell each other what's going on. There has to be trust."

"Yes...and Michael said I couldn't be trusted when wine was involved. And since I just proved that to be true, well...here I am."

"And what...exactly, does that mean?"

"My...punishment, is that I have to repay you for what you did last night. And I have to do it by making good on what I said, and what I implied."

"I told you...I'm not taking any money, Claudia. I don't want..."

"I know, Neil. Michael told me that you would be insulted if I offered to give you the money for what you spent. He said you were just helping out a new friend, and men like you don't think about the money. You just did what you knew was right. But that doesn't mean I shouldn't still repay you for what you did...in some way. Does it?"

"Uh...I suppose?" I said, coming out as a question. 

"Good. So, first, I have to make good on what I said last night...then we can move on to thanking you," she said as she turned around, leaning a little over the table. Looking over her left shoulder, her eyes twinkled as she said, "Do you mind giving me a hand?"




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 75



It had been another long week. My workdays weren't as long, but they had become a lot more intense. Because I had been conducting second interviews, they not only took longer, they were a lot more in depth. And that created more stress, even though I was down from the fourteen hour days I'd put in the previous week and a half, to a more manageable ten to twelve. 

Another reason the week seemed so long was that Ann was supposed to be coming out for a week, and the anticipation of having her back in my arms made the hours and minutes drag on. And that was before I got the crushing news that I'd received when I got back to the hotel late on Thursday night. 

I'd walked into the lobby that night in a good mood, knowing I'd have Heather at my disposal for the evening for one of her long, luxurious blowjobs, thanks to the transaction I'd made the day before in the 'sex account' game Ann had invented. But when I walked up to the front desk to check my messages, everything changed in an instant. Heather had a look on her face that told me she not only had news, but that it wasn't good.

"There's a message for you, Neil...from Ann," she said, unable to hide the fact that she was upset.

"Oh my God...is she okay?" I said in a bit of a panic.

"Yeah...she's okay...just has some bad news."

"What is it?"

"She won't be here until Saturday night. She had something come up with the wedding, and she's trying to get it taken care of before she leaves." 

"What the hell could THAT be?" I asked.

"She didn't say. She just said that she needed to get it resolved now...because waiting until the week she gets back would be too late."

I sighed, knowing that it was a possibility. Ann had a couple of issues with the arrangements she was working on, with the catering and the cake, and a couple of logistical things, namely lodging for guests coming in from out of town. It got to the point that she'd warned me that she may have to delay her trip by a day or two. 

Because Ann was coming out for a week, it was going to cut into the planning time for our big day. I knew she was still going to come out...she had too, to find us a place to live after we got married. Once the wedding was over, I had to move out of the hotel, so we needed a place to go. But Ann could technically drive out any week to do that, while there were things regarding the wedding that needed to be taken care of that couldn't wait. 

With the news, I was a little distraught knowing that Ann was now yet another day away, and Heather knew it.

"Give me a few minutes, Neil. I'll get someone to cover me, and I'll meet you upstairs," she said, thinking that I'd want her company now more than ever.

It was a very nice gesture on Heather's part. But as wonderful as the thought was of letting Heather take away the stress of my workday and now my sudden dejection, by giving me some one of her amazing blowjobs, my mood had been forever changed for the evening.

"Thanks, Heather...but I think I'll just save that for some other time," I said as I tried to smile politely.

"Aw...Neil. I'm so sorry this happened. I know how much you've been looking forward to Ann being here."

"Yeah...I know. But I guess that will just make the reunion sex that much sweeter," I said, thinking of what my Dad called it.

"Ha...I've never heard it put like that. But you're right...I might have to clear your floor so the other guests won't complain about all the noise you'll be making." 

I just smiled again and gave her a little wave. "Goodnight, Heather. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Goodnight, Neil. Hey, remember that I'll be here until midnight. If you change your mind, just give me a call, okay?"

"Okay...thanks," I said as started to turn the corner and head to the elevators, knowing before I took a step that I'd never make that call.

"OH! I almost forgot, Neil. Ann said to tell you that Rose is okay...and so are the Armstrong's'."

I let out a little sigh of relief, and said, "Thank God...that is such a relief!" 

Heather gave me a knowing smile, understanding just how good that news was, compared to the message that Ann's arrival was going to be delayed. In fact, compared to what Heather just said, the news that I was going to be without Ann one more day didn't matter at all. This was MUCH more important. 

I took another step, and stopped in my tracks. Turning back to Heather, my face contorted a little. "Wait...the Armstong's?"

"Yeah...I think she said the Armstrong's. Todd and Gracie...right?"

My eyes opened wide, and I smiled. Nodding, I said, "OH...yeah...that's right."

~*~*~*~*~*~

I stripped down to my boxers, grabbed a Heineken out of the little fridge in my room, and flopped onto my bed. Picking up the remote off the table between the beds, I turned on the television, settling back into a big pile of pillows as I tried to get my mind off of Ann. But as soon as I flipped through the channels I was bombarded with the news coverage that had been going on for a couple of days, and Ann came right back to my mind. Well, Ann...and a lot of her friends and family. 

Just forty-eight hours before, I'd been in my room, eating a pizza from a local joint down the street from the hotel, my eyes riveted to the screen. I was just settling in to watch game three of the World Series, which was being featured as the Battle of the Bay, with the San Francisco Giants playing the Oakland Athletics. 

It was a series that not only I found interesting, Ann was practically beside herself. The two teams that she'd followed during her ten years in Northern California were in the games' biggest showcase, facing off against each other. And as the series moved to Candlestick Park, she had said she was hoping for a Giants win, even though she was more of an A's fan. She just wanted the series to go as long as it could, and Oakland was already up two games to none.

It was a phone call I'll never forget. Ann was already in tears when I answered the phone...and I knew the instant it rang it was her. In fact, my hand was on the phone, ready to pick it up to call and console her...but I was in too much shock.

"Neil, are you watching this?" she said as I answered, trying to fight back her tears.

"Yes, babe...I can't take my eyes off it. This is so...tragic."

The greater San Francisco Bay area had been hit with a 6.9 earthquake just fifteen minutes before the start of the game; the epicenter less than 25 miles from the stadium. At first, I didn't know what had happened, other than the signal had gone out for the game for a little bit. But as the cameras came back on, and the scene started to unfold, it quickly went from being just an unusual beginning to what I'd thought was going to be a relaxing evening of sports entertainment, to a late night filled with feelings of helplessness and worry.

The images Ann and I were watching at the same time, 500 miles apart, were staggering. The television network that was covering the game was going to use a blimp to provide aerial shots of the game. Instead, it began giving immediate coverage of a natural disaster just moments after it happened. We looked on in horror as we saw buildings and homes in rubble, plumes of smoke rising from fires burning in different regions of the city, and people standing in the streets, looking on in shock.

When the blimp showed a shot of the Bay Bridge that spans San Francisco Bay, connecting Oakland and San Francisco, Ann let out a shriek. 

"OH MY GOD...NEIL!"

"I see it, baby. I see it," I said, trying to calm her down. But I was having a hard time remaining composed myself. There, on the TV in my room, was a picture of the bridge, a section of the upper deck having collapsed down onto the lower deck. I felt a tear roll down my cheek, along with the shiver that ran though my body as I looked at a car stopped less than a hundred yards from the huge gap in the bridge. 

That image was quickly followed by one of the Cypress Freeway in Oakland, which had also collapsed. The top portion had fallen onto the bottom, giving the appearance of fallen dominoes leaning against each other as the camera panned down the expanse of mangled concrete.

"Oh my God," Ann said, her voice cracking. "There're people under there, Neil. There has to be."

"I know, babe," I replied, my own voice strained with emotion.

When the cameras returned to scenes of San Francisco, Ann was a mess. "Oh...God. Neil...that's near where Rose's store is," she said as she started to sob. "And Sonya...she could be at the airport, or on the way home...or anywhere. DAMMIT!" she said, finally breaking down.

Ann had so many friends scattered in the general areas on both sides of the bay. Sure, her Aunt and Uncle and her immediate family were probably okay. They lived far enough away that they would likely have felt it, but not had the massive damage that we were watching pretty much as it happened. But Ann had friends everywhere, and as she'd so eloquently put it to me before, to her...friends WERE her family. 

I wondered silently if any of them were at the game. I didn't bring it up, because I didn't want to cause Ann any more heartache. All I could do was hold her over the phone in a way. And she held me too. While I hadn't lived there, the people I'd met...what were now OUR friends, were on my mind as much as they were on Ann's. And the real life drama that we were unfortunately sharing brought that home to both of us.

We'd been watching for a few hours, and Ann had calmed down some. It was still emotional, but we were to the point where we were talking though the logic of what we knew, and where people might be. Ann went through a mental list of where people lived, and the likelihood of where they might be. And one conclusion that we made was that a vast majority of them were likely home, ready to watch the game. The ones that we weren't so sure about, we both said a little prayer for. And then we prayed for all of our friends.

I didn't have a time in mind of when we should end the call...Ann needed comfort, and I never looked at the clock as we talked. I knew the next day would be hard, but that didn't seem to enter the equation at the time. 

Out of the blue, Ann said, "I'm so happy right now, Neil."

"What?" I said a little stunned.

"I know...that didn't sound right. I'm not thinking straight right now. What I'm stumbling to say is that I'm happy that I have you to lean on. A few hours ago, I felt my whole world crumbling right along with the city I love more than any other city in the world. I have...WE have so many friends out there...and I don't know if they're okay or not. But I have you, and I know that no matter what happens, I have you to help me get through this. I could feel you hugging me through the phone, Neil. I still do. And that lets me know that somehow, everything is going to be okay."

While we really didn't 'know', I got Ann's point. "It is going to be okay, Ann. Try to get some sleep, and we'll talk tomorrow, okay?"

"I have a lot of calls to make, babe. I'll call you, okay?"

"Sure...I love you Ann."

"Love you too, baby. Goodnight." she said as she disconnected the call.

In the the hours and days that passed, I'd gotten many messages from Ann, each one letting me know that another person on our personal checklist was accounted for and okay. The morning after the earthquake, Ann began doing one of the things she did best...she started networking with her friends. She worked the phone, contacting people that she figured she could get in touch with that could not only let her know they were okay...they also might be able to tell her about other people as well.

Ann reasoned that the phone lines were already going to be overloaded with an emergency of that magnitude, not to mention the areas that were going to be without service just because of the quake itself. So, she contacted people that would have been calling people on their own. Ann was hoping that by calling key people among her California friends and family, she'd find out about others, limiting the calls she'd have to make. And she started by calling her Aunt Helen. 

Helen told Ann that her related family was all okay. Helen was able to get in touch with them rather easily, since they lived across the mountains and farther away from the areas hardest hit. I had figured as much, but it was still nice to get that news.

Next, Ann called the most logical person she could think of to start finding out about our...well, our extended family. She called her California 'Mom', Billie, and her 'Dad' Alfred. True to form, Billie had been on the phone too. And she was able to let Ann know that her last roommates, Chad, Dana and the girls were fine, as well as Missy at the sex shop. In fact, all of the people that had been at the bridal shower and the going away party were fine, even though some had minor property damage to deal with.

Yes, there were a couple of close calls...most notably Sonya, Ann's friend who was an air traffic controller at San Francisco International. Sonya always took the 101 to work, which goes right past Candlestick Park on the way to the Airport. Knowing there would be a lot of extra traffic because of the World Series, she left her house early, and arrived to work just before the earthquake hit. Had she left at her normal time from Antioch, which was some 50 miles or so away from the airport between San Francisco and Sacramento, she would have been traveling over the Bay Bridge right around the time of the quake. 

Taking another sip of my beer, I watched the latest updates of what was going on through the eyes of one of the news networks providing coverage. And as I did, I thought about the latest news I had gotten from Ann. I was glad to hear about Rose, who owned the photo shop in the heart of the city that we were using to develop the pictures of our adventures. Ann had many of her business cards, so I wasn't surprised that she called her. I WAS a little surprised that she got through in just a couple of days. And while I was thrilled Rose was okay, I wondered if her shop was damaged in any way. 

Yet of all the messages I'd gotten at the front desk about the welfare of people Ann and I cared about clear across the country some 3,000 miles away from where I was lying, the one that surprised me the most was the word that Todd and Gracie Armstrong were alive and well. The Armstrong's were the couple we'd met at the Bed and Breakfast in Sacramento...he being the millionaire industrialist, and she being his wife; and at the time, the two of them were on a weeklong getaway of sexual adventure. 

Todd and Gracie had watched Ann from the doorway of our room as she undressed for me. And they watched as I took photos of Ann as she did. We'd shared that erotic moment for a few minutes, thinking at the time it was innocent fun. But we also shared a dinner table the next morning, and I'd gone so far as to buy a rich man and his wife breakfast, because, well...it was the right thing to do. I'd even told Todd that the reason I was doing it was because I figured no one ever did...and that's what friends would do.

And no one on the sphere called Earth knew the truest definition of friendship, and exemplified all of its meanings, the way Ann did. And this was one of the best examples of that that I could remember. We'd had a brief couple of encounters with Todd and Gracie...albeit memorable ones. Yet Ann and I had both committed to being friends to them. We'd felt that connection, and we'd told them we felt that way. I'd said it because it was polite, and it felt good. Ann said it, because that's how she felt inside.

I took myself to task for a moment, thinking that I wasn't the friend I thought I was...comparing myself to the way that Ann thought and acted. And as I thought about it some more, I realized that yes, I needed to step up my game and try to be more like Ann when it came to living what I said. 

But I also came to the conclusion that we complimented each other in so many ways...we rubbed off on each other. And it was Ann that rubbed off on me in the first place, which made me look to befriend Todd and Gracie from the very beginning, in some ways before she had. Ann and I had truly become...a couple. 

That thought actually made me smile. At the same time, I was puzzled. "How in the world did Ann get in touch with them?" I wondered out loud. 

~*~*~*~*~*~

The latest round of interviews had moved from the Vocational Training Center outside of town, back to the temporary office of Armada Manufacturing. I'd made that change on my own, because we were controlling when the people would show up, and it would make the process more comfortable. And, it gave me more support besides just Angela. But it was nice that Jeff, my boss, supported the decision, saying it was a great idea.

I walked into the office early on Friday morning still feeling a little down. I'd gotten a good night's sleep, but I was still a little depressed because I wouldn't be seeing Ann later that night. In a way, I'd set myself up for failure, since I knew she was hitting a few snags in the wedding plans. I never dreamed that anything that cropped up would really be serious enough to delay Ann's trip. So the news that it had kind of devastated me.

At the same time, I knew it was likely hitting Ann hard too. She'd been talking for weeks about how much she needed her cunt stuffed with my hard cock. Still, she'd been teasing me, talking about how many times I'd had to lick Heather or Carol's pussies, and not being able to fuck them. 

In fact, we'd talked briefly on Wednesday night, when she'd called to tell about a few more friends in California that she'd reached. And she happened to call just as I was finishing eating Carol to another orgasm. Carol had slipped up the back stairs of the hotel, Heather letting her in so she wouldn't be noticed in the lobby. Carol was a little concerned about meeting me at 'my place' all the time, not wanting to give the impression that we were having some kind of affair. And that was a valid concern...which was one of the reasons Ann had limited her 'availability' to Wednesday's during the week...and Saturday's, which were a lot easier to work around.

The fact was that that was the first time Carol had been to my room since the night she and Heather were there together. Whenever we'd get together, it would be somewhere a lot less conspicuous. But Ann wasn't surprised that Carol was in the room with me. In fact, that got her mind off the events in California...and that was a good thing. 

Carol was on her back on the bed...the sex bed. And she was totally naked for me. When the phone rang, I debated whether to answer it or not. But knowing the likelihood that it was Ann, I did. With Carol begging in the background, I had to tell Ann what I was about to do.

"Well don't let me stop you," Ann said bluntly.

"Okay...I'll call you back..."

"No...I'm going to talk you through this. Give the phone to Carol, and do whatever she tells you to do," Ann said playfully. So, I found myself handing the phone to Carol, before climbing between her spread thighs. 

Carol giggled when she spoke to Ann, and said, "Okay...I'll do it." Looking down at me, Carol smiled and said, "Ann wants you to lick around the outside of my pussy."

Being a good listener, I did what Ann was telling me to do through Carol. I licked around the outside of her pussy, making sure I stayed away from her inner labia and her clit. And I did that until Carol gave me my next instruction.

"Middle finger of your right hand, Neil. Ann wants you to fuck me with it slowly while you bite and suck my pussy lips."

When my finger sank into Carol's wet snatch, she let out a long, sexy sigh. "God yes, Ann. It feels so fucking good," Carol said softly into the mouthpiece of the phone.





Ann: A Love Story Ch. 75



I pulled at Carol's labia, biting lightly with my teeth before sucking one or the other into my mouth. Working my finger slowly back and forth inside Carol's cunt, I twisted my wrist every once in a while, making her moan louder.

"Oh God...add a second finger Neil. And she wants you to lick the bottom of my pussy and dig your tongue inside."

Ann was doing to Carol what I would have done on my own. Namely, teasing her while working her up slowly. By licking underneath my fingers, Ann was keeping my tongue as far away from Carol's clit as she could while still tonguing her pussy.

"Oh...fuck. His fingers are so long, Ann. Please...I need to cum," Carol pleaded into the phone.

But Ann delayed Carol's orgasm, teasing her mercilessly from 500 miles away. Ann was bringing her close to an orgasm, and them making her suffer by telling me to stop. And the worst part for Carol was that SHE had to be the one to tell me to do it. Whether it was to slow down, or to stop licking, or to take my fingers out of her pussy entirely, it was far more torturous for Carol because she'd hear what Ann wanted first, and she'd have to let me know right away what Ann wanted. 

I was licking between Carol's tight little asshole and her sweet pussy, when Carol excitedly said, "Oh fuck...yes. Neil, Ann said to fuck me with three fingers." 

I stopped licking, and quickly jammed three fingers into Carol, my hand working slowly at first, until Ann instructed me to go faster...something that thrilled Carol even more. Next, Ann had me licking my way up around Carol's cunt, until I was very close to her clit. Carol's voice was shaky as she told me where to go with my tongue, and how hard to use it. 

Just when I thought Ann was going to delightfully torture Carol for like the fifth time and deny another orgasm, Carol screamed out. "SUCK MY CLIT! SUCK MY CLIT! OH FUCK...SUCK MY CLIT!" 

Carol's orgasm came at me like a rush, soaking my fingers as I plowed them deeper inside. I didn't taste as much of her cum as I would have liked, but that didn't matter. What mattered was Carol getting what she needed, and how she got there. Ann had been amazing, reading Carol's emotions over the phone, knowing exactly how to play with her. And the funniest part of was how Carol reacted when it was over and she'd finally come back down a little bit.

"Thanks, Ann," she said breathlessly.

I felt like one of those Dads that teaches their kid how to play their chosen sport, working endless hours with them practicing in the back yard, sacrificing over and over to make them a better player. And then, when their big moment arrives and they make the big play on television, they look in the camera and say, 'Thanks, Mom."

I let out a little chuckle, not complaining about me doing all the work while Ann got all the glory. We were a team, and it had been an incredible experience for all three of us.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Once Carol left, Ann proceeded to talk about us getting together on Friday night, and just how tight her pussy was going to feel sliding back and forth over my cock. 

"I promise, baby. I'm going to give you the fuck of your life Friday night," Ann said enthusiastically just before she hung up the phone. 

That comment was as fresh in my mind as the moment Ann said it when I walked into the office Friday morning. And I groaned to myself knowing it was going to be at least one more day before that would happen. Then I had a quick flash of fear run though my body. 

"God...I hope it doesn't end up being TWO more days."

That momentary concern was knocked out of my head when I got a look at Angela, sitting behind the receptionist's desk, holding her hands over her ears. It wasn't the sight of her doing that that changed my mental subject. It was the yelling coming from Andy Evan's office. And it was Andy, the VP, doing the yelling.

"What's going on?" I said to Carol, who was standing behind Angela, trying to disappear against the wall.

"Andy's upset," she said, stating the obvious.

"With who?" 

"Jeff," she answered. "It's still not running right."

The 'it' she referred to was the first production line that had been installed. It was supposed to start running simulated production on Monday...which was why we'd had the launch party the previous Friday. That was like the final piece of the puzzle for the plant. Three of the people that I'd hired the previous week were going to start immediately, and they were to start their training on Monday, which was now just three days away. But without the machine running properly, there'd be nothing to train on.

Jeff came out of Andy's office a short time later, looking shell shocked. Feeling the need to come to his aid, I followed him into his office and closed the door.

"Jeff, what was that all about?"

"Andy's upset," he said, once again giving me the obvious.

"I know that...why?"

"Line one isn't running yet. It's been four days, and Conrad still can't get the infeed system to work right. There's a problem with the timing."

"Where's Ivan...can't he help?" I asked, thinking he could easily fix the problem.

"He's at another installation for a company in Tennessee right now. We're on our own until a week from Monday, which is way too late."

"What are you going to do?" I asked.

"Get yelled at, apparently."

"Is Andy always like that?"

"No...he'd under a lot of pressure. We were on schedule until the last couple of weeks, but things are starting to unravel a little...and it's my department that's dropping the ball right now."

"Is it really that bad?"

"No...but Pete's been turning up the heat, making it look like it is."

Pete, was Pete Waterford, and he was the Manager of the department just up the production stream from the one that I worked in...the one Jeff managed. Pete was also one of the ones who interviewed me. I interviewed with Jeff right after, and when I was asked to give my honest opinion of Pete, I'd described him as a 'fucking asshole'. Apparently, I hadn't been off the mark with that assessment.

Jeff told me that Pete had had some issues in his own department, but instead of resolving them right away, he pointed out the problems we were having, to buy himself time. Now, he had things running a little bit better, although there were some quality issues...but he was taking the heat off himself by piling up practice product for our department to take and finish, in essence, burying us to make us look even worse.

When I asked Jeff to tell me what was going on with the line, and he started describing what Conrad was having issues with. And I knew before he finished the first sentence what the problem was. It was one of those things that Ivan had showed me...but it was also one that was actually IN the operator's manual, which meant that Conrad was likely taking the same approach Fred had taking, trying to solve the problem with his 'experience', instead of learning about the new equipment. 

I didn't want to play my hand so soon, but I also owed it to Jeff to solve the problem if I knew how...and I was pretty sure I did. Trying to decide how I wanted to handle it, I quickly came up with a plan.

"Do we have any operator's manuals for the line here?" I asked.

"No...they're at the plant, why?"

"When in doubt, read and learn," I said as I shrugged my shoulders.

"Conrad said he read them. This is something technical. That's why we need Ivan...you said it yourself."

"I said that because I figured that was the FASTEST way to solve the problem. It doesn't make it the RIGHT way."

"Well, like I said, it's technical. Conrad said..."

"Do you believe him?" 

"Why shouldn't I believe him," Jeff asked.

"The same reason you shouldn't believe Fred." I looked at my watch and said, "My first interview is in 45 minutes. I should be back by then, but if I'm not, can you do it for me...it's an easy one, and Angela can get you up to speed."

"Why...where are you going?"

"To solve our problem," I said with a smile.

~*~*~*~*~*~

The drive out to the plant was pretty quick. After being in town for three weeks, I was starting to feel more and more comfortable navigating my way around. Driving in West Virginia was a far cry from getting from place to place in Indiana, where the entire state is pretty much laid out as a grid. With the terrain of northern Indiana being more flat, they had roads going east-west, and north-south, in one mile increments. It was nearly impossible to get lost. 

In West Virginia, I had to rely more on my sense of direction. I'd been blessed with the ability to pretty much know which way I was going, because I always knew which way North was. It wasn't like I'd gotten that from scouting, or any kind of training. It actually came from my love of maps as a kid. With my father traveling so much when I was younger, I used to get out an atlas and try and figure out where he was all the time. And that habit grew into an appreciation for landmarks and signs as we'd travel as a family. Over time, it just became habit to always know which way I was heading.

It was a little harder with the winding roads I would now call home...but in fifteen minutes, I'd taken back roads and short cuts to arrive at the plant. Grabbing my hard hat from the back of my car, I took off my jacket and loosened my tie.

"I'll be glad when I won't have to wear these anymore," I grumbled about the suit I was wearing. Andy had wanted me to look professional during the interview process, to put the company's best image out there and give a great first impression to those I was interviewing. I thought it was overkill. After all, some of those same people would be working for me, and I wouldn't be wearing suits in the plant. It would be Dockers and Golf shirts, most likely. 

Slipping the tie over my head, I threw it into the seat and marched into the plant. I contemplated going and getting the operator's manuals out of the engineering office, but I didn't have time. I had my own job to do. Besides, I'd rehearsed how things were going to play out on my way over to the plant. Since I was pretty sure I wasn't going to have to use any of the tricks to increase production that Ivan had showed me, I figured I'd walk in cold, and make a point. Andy wasn't going to be there. Neither was Jeff. It was just going to be me, and Conrad.

Well, I thought that. When I walked down the long hallway towards the plant, I saw Conrad sitting in the lunch room with Fred, Pete, and two of Pete's supervisors. They were having a morning coffee, laughing and joking around. I walked past the room and onto the production floor, heading straight out to the machine.

Looking at the set up through a little window, I knew instantly that I'd been correct. The position of the product inside the machine was wrong, meaning the calipers had never been set correctly. Lifting up the hooded guard over the main drive, I unlocked the brake and took hold of the two main drive belts, moving them backward to get the product out of the way. Then, I zeroed out the calipers. Once I did that, I move the product back into position and started setting the tolerances, and properly positioning the calipers. Locking the brake back into position, I closed the hood.

As I did, I noticed Conrad and the group he'd been joking around with standing on the other side of the machine.

"What the hell do you think you're doing, Thomas," Conrad snapped.

"Excuse me?" I said, smiling at him, which only infuriated him more.

"What are you doing here...who told you that you could come down here and touch my machine?"

"Your machine? I'm pretty sure this is Armada's machine, Conrad. And in case you didn't know it, I'm going to be a Supervisor on this line too. So you better get used to me 'touching' it."

"YOU! HA...you don't know the first thing about running this! It takes years of experience..."

"I bet you my first paycheck against yours that I can make this thing run right now," I said confidently.

Conrad practically jumped up and down like a little kid and said, "That's a bet! You guys heard him...next Friday, you can all watch him hand it over to me."

Pete laughed and said, "I think you bit off more than you can chew, Neil. Conrad's been trying to get this thing to run all week. That's why he was sitting in the lunch room...we need the technician to come back in."

"Really? That's funny...I heard Fred tell Jeff the same thing about the S732 over there. And I'll be damned if he wasn't wrong, Pete. Isn't that right, Fred?"

Fred stood there silently, not wanting to admit I'd been right. Pete just grinned and said, "Well, that may be. But you're going to be paying Conrad on this one...I've watched him struggle all week with this, and..."

I hit the start button on the machine, watching it start humming along. Turning the speed knob, I increased the pace of the line; the product moving along in a blur as it kicked in. The group stood there with their mouths open, as I let it run for several minutes before hitting the stop button.

"And...it looks like the person you'll be watching hand over his check is going to be Conrad," I said with a confident stare.

"You rigged it!" Conrad said. "You had to rig it!"

"No...I set it up, just like the manual says to set it up."

"What manual!"

"The Operator's Manual, dumbass...the one in Engineering," I said, even though I hadn't gone in there. But they wouldn't have known that, since they were all busy fucking off.

"Well, fuck you, Conrad...looks like you're paying Neil," Pete said, slapping him on the back.

"Oh no I'm not...I was tricked!"

"Yeah...this was all magic," I said sarcastically. "For the record, I don't want your money, Conrad. But I do want you to knock off the arrogant attitude. You too, Fred."

Conrad went volcano, and started spewing. "I suppose you think you're important because you came down here and tried to make me look like an ass."

"You've done a fine job of that on your own," said the voice with the strong southern drawl behind them. It was Andy Evans, and he was pulling up his belt, a sure sign he was still angry.

"Hey Mr. Evans," I said with a little wave.

"Good Morning, Neil. Thanks for solving our problem...again."

Andy diffused the situation a little, by giving a little speech about teamwork, and how he was ashamed that we didn't build on the camaraderie that we'd started at the launch party. He said a few things to Pete about leadership, and then he took Fred and Conrad off to the side, scolding them a little first, before building them up with a quiet little pep talk. It was like watching my Dad...first letting them know how disappointed he was in them, and then showing them a little love to try and motivate. 

After that...Andy had me walk with him. 

"Neil, I'm sorry you heard me yelling this morning. That's really not like me. I got too caught up in the moment."

"Don't worry about it. I'm sure it's been a stressful week. Besides, you don't have to apologize to me."

"Yes...you're right. It looks like I owe Jeff an apology too. I was on him, thinking that all the supervisors he'd hired were turning out to be buffoons. But I was lumping you into that group, and I shouldn't have. Jeff was right about you...and in fact, he'd warned me about those two. They're more my fault than his."

"Don't forget about Thelma," I said.

"What about her?"

"She part of us too, Mr. Evans. And she's not like them...she's good. Damn good. I'm going to learn a lot from her."

He slapped me on the shoulder, a big grin on his face. "You know, you're right, Neil. Thelma IS very good. I tend to overlook that sometimes, and I shouldn't. And just so you know, you can call me Andy."

~*~*~*~*~*~

The look of relief on Jeff's face when I'd told him what happened made my heart skip. I'd never seen anyone go from despair to elation so rapidly. I was a little worried the change in his blood pressure might make him pass out.

"Did Andy really say that to Conrad...and Pete?" he asked.

"Yep," I answered.

"AND he said he was going to apologize?"

"Uh huh," I smiled.

"And the line is up and going?"

"Well, it was when running perfectly when I left," I said. Changing up the subject, I asked, "So...how did the interview go?"

"I thought you said this would be easy!" Jeff laughed. "You've got three pages of notes on every applicant."

"Yeah...but the follow up questions are all written out for you."

"Yeah...individually, like they're tailored for each person."

"That's because they are."

"Why?" Jeff asked, looking at the big pile I'd put together.

"Because...each person is an individual," I shrugged.

"That had to take a lot of time, Neil."

"So...we're going to be living with these people as our employees for a long time. At least, I hope we will, which is why I'm taking the time now. I figured it was better to invest an hour in prepping to hire the right person than live with a mistake for years."

"You know, Andy was right...we did hire the right guy when we hired you," Jeff said as he stood up and shook my hand.

~*~*~*~*~*~

It made me feel good to know that both Andy and Jeff were happy with my performance so far. I'd gotten more positive feedback from them in three weeks than I'd gotten from my old boss in the last three years. I was off to a good start, but I knew I still had a lot to prove...and most of that was to myself. But I was feeling more confident, and I had more than held my own so far against my peers. I'd thought that was going to be the biggest challenge going into the job.

At the moment, though, the challenge I was struggling with the most was time. I couldn't wait for the day to be over. I was tired, and drained from the hours I'd been working. And the pressure of making sure each hire I made was the right one weighed on me. Not just from the perspective of the plant...but also the people I was interviewing. 

For each person that stepped through the door, it was a life changing moment. It was like I held the hope of their future in my hand, and that was a bit of a daunting task as I looked each person in the eye. Thankfully, I wasn't hiring them on the spot. I was telling them we'd get back with them...and the phone calls were being made by Carol and Angela. But that didn't make it any less stressful.

Yet as much as I wanted the day over, I also dreaded it. I was facing a Friday night without Ann, and maybe longer. I almost didn't want to go back to the hotel, for fear that there'd be another message telling me she'd be delayed longer. 

When I finished the last interview, it was an hour later than was scheduled because Jeff had taken longer on the first one of the day. That had pushed back every interview after that. I gathered things up, and dragged my body through the door as I took out the paperwork to Carol.

Handing her a file folder of applications, I said, "Here's the new hires. That's the last five for the first wave...the offer sheets are on top, all filled out."

"Thanks, Neil. I'll call them tomorrow," she said.

"Here's the ones to hold for the next phase...file them away with the others. I actually think we have enough that we won't have to go through this again for a while. Let them know they're on the list, and we'll contact them early next year when we're ready."

"Okay...and those are the rejects?" she asked of the third folder in my hand.

"They're not rejects, Carol. They're people. They just don't have the skills that we need right now."

"I'm sorry Neil. You're right...this had been hard for you, hasn't it?"

"When people tell you their life stories, and how this job can change their circumstances? Yeah, it's hard to hear that, and not want to be the one to help them make their life better. Or their kids lives better. But...I can't help everyone."

"And that's what makes you so good at this. Because you care."




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 75



"Yeah...I guess," I said, staring at the carpet.

"Why don't you go back to your place and find Heather. I know she's dying to..."

"I don't think so, Carol. I'm just not in the mood right now."

"How about me...tomorrow? I owe you one too," she said, talking about a blowjob. For the first time since I'd started the game, except when Ann stacked the deck so she could give me a birthday present, I actually had the upper hand, so to speak. I had pulled cards that gave me blowjobs from both Heather and Carol, and I could use them whenever I wanted, as long as it was a day they were available. That meant that Heather was available right now, and Carol's 'branch' was open on Saturday.

And as great as that was going to be, whenever I decided to play the cards, I couldn't get Ann out of my mind. "We'll see, Carol. I'm just..."

Carol put her hand up. "I understand, Neil. I don't blame you. I miss Ann, and I've never actually met her. I can't WAIT to meet her."

I smiled, knowing that one of the reasons Carol was feeling that way was because she was going to be involved in a threesome with me and Ann...sometime in the coming week. When I thought of that, I knew that Carol was probably disappointed a little bit too. I'm sure it was different, and the fear of being with a woman was now gone, since Carol and Heather had done some things together as part of that birthday gift. But, Carol had been thinking about being with Ann for months...the same for Ann. So this delay was affecting ALL of us.

"I know she can't wait to meet you too, Carol. And more than that," I said with a wink.

"Oh...God. I forgot about that!" she said, the honesty in her reaction etched on her face. "I've been so caught up in this game, I forgot...now I'm nervous."

"Why...you were with Heather just last week."

"That was different."

"How?"

"Because...she's not...Ann." 

~*~*~*~*~*~

That was the point...the reason why I was feeling down. I liked Carol...and Heather. We'd had some great fun together...and I'm not talking just about the sex. They were beautiful women, inside and out, and they had a wonderful, healthy sense of life. You couldn't be with them, and not feel better about yourself. 

But...they weren't Ann. 

You can say that any man that turns down a world class blowjob from a stunning woman that's more than willing to get naked while she performs, is either insane, or perhaps gay. And the gay scenario would make some sense...since it's not the act itself, but the actor. You have to be into the person to really enjoy it. Heather would certainly go out of her way to give me more pleasure than a man deserves, knowing the circumstances. And I knew she'd make me cum. 

But, she wasn't Ann...and that's who was going to be on my mind. So, in a way, it was unfair to Heather, and to Carol, to put them in a position where I'd be thinking, and maybe even comparing what they were doing, to Ann. They deserved a better partner than that. And just because I would be on the receiving end, I was a sexual partner...and partners should be involved. I could only imagine how I'd feel if I was eating one of their pussies, and their heart wasn't in it. I know I'd make them feel good physically, and likely make them cum. But I'd notice the emotional absence, and it would bother me. I would feel like a gigolo, paid to do a job, and the lack of a connection would make the whole thing feel cheap and meaningless.

I said goodnight to Carol, and told her I'd call her the next day to touch base on the calls. I intended to take the day off all along, because Ann was going to be in town. And even though she wasn't, I needed a day off. But as I drove away, I thought differently.

"If I get another message, I may just go in and be around Carol to have some company," I said. I wasn't thinking anything sexual. But I supposed I could always change my mind on that the next day.

As I drove down the interstate towards the hotel, I couldn't decide what I wanted to do. I kicked around the idea of just stopping at a restaurant on the way and eating, but I didn't like the idea of being in a suit any longer. In fact, that was going to be my last day in a suit for a while, and I couldn't wait to get out of it. Yet I was hungry, and I didn't want to put off eating just to change clothes either. In the end, I found myself walking back into the hotel, deciding that I'd rather be comfortable while I ate.

Try as I might, my attempt to make it through the lobby to the elevators unnoticed failed. I suppose I could have gone in through the back door, but I didn't want to walk up the five flights of stairs, and it seemed like too much trouble to walk all the way down the long hallway from the back entrance to use the elevator just to avoid seeing Heather on the way inside. Yet there she was, calling out my name again.

"Neil...NEIL! I have another message for you," she said as she waved her arms frantically from behind the counter.

I had taken off my jacket to drive, and loosened my tie a little to wind down into my weekend. I had the jacket flung over my right shoulder, my hand holding it there as kind of a shield to hide my face a little. But I heard Heather, and no matter how much I didn't want to hear the news she had, pretending I hadn't heard her calling my name wasn't an option. I didn't want to be rude.

Stopping in place, I looked over towards Heather, who was kind of gritting her teeth as she smiled at me...and then she mouthed, "I'm sorry."

"You're kidding!" I said out loud, now more dejected than ever.

Heather motioned for me to come over, saying "I really don't want to do this across the lobby, Neil. Can you please come here?"

Trudging over to the counter, I put my jacket on it and said, "Let me guess...she's not coming tomorrow either."

"No...she's not coming tomorrow," Heather said, shaking her head.

"FUCK!" I said...too loud. I looked around to see if anyone heard me, but I dodged a bullet when I saw that there was no one within earshot.

"That's what the message is about," Heather said with a half hearted smile.

"What?"

"Fucking...that's the reason I called you over. I need to tell you what Ann..."

"Oh...this will be good. She wants me to fuck YOU instead."

"I wish. I'd love that. But Ann isn't going to break the rules of the game."

"Fuck the game. I'm tired of the game. I just want Ann to be here," I said in a fit of anger. Then I looked at Heather, who was staring wide-eyed at me. Closing my eyes to take a deep breath, I opened them and smiled at her. "I'm so sorry, Heather. It's not your fault. It's not even Ann's fault. Sometimes things just don't work out right...it happens. So...what were you saying about Ann? She has some NEW plan?"

"Uh...yeah. You could say that. But look...if you're going to get upset, maybe it would just be better if we called this off."

"We? What are you talking about...what's going on?"

"Maybe you'd better sit down. I'll be right out," she said, nodding towards one of the little loveseats in the lobby.

A minute later, Heather was sitting beside me, her hand on my thigh as she looked at me.

"What's going on, Heather. You act like this is serious."

"Serious...no. Not like life or death serious. But it is...unusual. And I don't want you being mad at Ann."

"Why would I be mad at Ann?"

"Because she had me do something that's a bit...out there; and it may be something you totally don't agree with. I'm not sure how I feel about it myself, frankly."

"What did you do?"

"I did what she asked me to do...I got you someone."

"You got...huh?" I said, my face twisting from the confusion of Heather's comment.

"Ann said that the other night, she said something to you, about getting you a...an escort. It was a passing thought...but now...well..."

"There's an escort...HERE?"

"Neil, just because this is West Virginia, it doesn't mean we don't live in the same century as the rest of the world. We're not THAT backwoods. You'd be surprised what we have here...there are a couple of really nice gentleman's clubs near here...totally nude ones. And yes...I know of an escort service. It's not publicized...but it exists."

"You have GOT to be kidding me?"

"I wish I were. I told Ann that if she was going to let you fuck...why not me? I know that sounds selfish...but..."

"Heather, I'm not fucking you. And I'm sure as hell not fucking a hooker."

"Whoa...who said anything about a hooker? I can assure you, Neil...Barbara is NOT a hooker. Prostitute...yeah, by definition. But Barbara is one of the nicest women that you'll ever meet. She just happens to have an unusual job, that's all."

"Uh...Heather...she fucks people for money," I said bluntly.

"Occasionally...yes. But there are far more times she's just with somebody that needs a pretty face with them to close a deal, or influence a decision, or...for company. Plus, she's got a lot of interests, and she has this ability to hold her own in most conversations she's in."

"You make her sound likeable, Heather."

"What's not to like, Neil. She's still a person."

I'd just gotten done saying the same kind of thing to Carol less than an hour before about the people I'd been interviewing. They were people. Heather was right...who was I to judge this Barbara. I didn't know her, or her story. I didn't know why she'd chosen the profession she was in...and while I didn't understand that, or really want to, I had no right to think badly of her as a person.

"You know...I'm sorry, Heather. You're right. I'm sure Barbara is very likeable.

"And she's fucking hot too! Well...if you like redheads."

"Actually...I don't," I said, again being blunt. Then I thought about some of the redheads I'd been with, like Denise and Nancy, and said, "That's not fair, either. I've just never been attracted to girls with wispy red hair and creamy skin with freckles. But that's just me...I know a lot of guys love them...and that's great."

"Barbara has a tan...a nice one, actually. And no freckles. She's hot, no matter what your definition of beauty is."

"I really don't see how that relates to the fact that her job is to have sex for..."

"Neil...aren't you listening? Barbara's JOB, is to make important, powerful men happy. Whether that's by being with them at dinner, or going with them to a concert or play, or being a companion on a long vacation...it's more about being eye candy for the men than the sex. You'd be surprised how little sex is actually involved. The fact that she has a brain, and can use it, only makes her more attractive."

"So what are you suggesting, Heather. That I actually go through with this and sleep with this woman? How did you even meet her?"

"When you work for a hotel, it pays to know people so that you can serve your guests better. And sometimes, you get asked for unusual requests. I met Barbara last spring. She came here with a client, and we struck up a conversation when she was lounging by the pool while he was in a meeting one of the conference rooms. She works for a service out of Northern Virginia, actually...does a lot of work in the DC area. But she's willing to travel to do her job, because she makes top dollar. As for whether you should..."

"What do you mean...top dollar?" I said, interrupting Heather.

"She's not a hooker, Neil. She's a professional escort, and the kinds of services she provides aren't cheap. She charges a thousand dollars a day."

"You're kidding. Ann wants me to spend a thousand dollars to be with this woman? I don't have a thousand dollars. She must have gone insane," I said, shaking my head.

"I knew you'd say that. That's why I got Barbara to cut a deal," Heather said. Reaching into her jacket pocket, she pulled out a wad of cash. "Ann wired me some money this morning to make the arrangements, after I called Barbara to see if she was available."

"She wired it to you?"

"Yeah...it's one of the services we provide. And I understand her Dad works for the post office?"

"Well, yeah."

"Well, she sent the thousand. I had to pay Barbara five hundred up front to show up. She's checked into her own room...she doesn't charge for that in a case like this, because she doesn't want to commit to staying with someone in case they change their mind. All she's expecting is dinner. If you decide you don't want any company after that, you can politely decline to spend the rest of the evening with her, and you don't have to pay her any more. If you decide you want to, here's the rest of the money. Just don't pay her in public...the cash needs to change hands in private."

I was shell shocked as Heather stuffed the wad of hundred dollar bills into my hand. "So...I'm just supposed to take her to dinner...where?"

"Wherever you want. But don't go too cheap. She didn't come up here to eat at McDonald's. You know, Carol told me about your adventure...why don't you just look at this as part of your mission, and think of this as a James Bond thing? Then you can enjoy yourself."

"I don't know, Heather. This whole thing seems so bizarre. I can't believe Ann would do this."

"She said she promised you that you would get the fuck of a lifetime tonight...and she's trying to live up to her word. She said she was hoping you'd go ahead and do this, and then she'd have something to try and top when she got here," Heather smiled.

It was just like Ann to make this some kind of competition. But it was so out of character for her. "What would Bond do if Moneypenny set him up like this," I said to myself. Then I looked at Heather and said, "Just dinner...that's the only real commitment, right?"

"Yes...just take Barbara to dinner, and then if you don't want to continue, bring her back here, and you can part ways. That's why she has her own room."

I sighed. I was too tired and hungry to argue any longer. I looked at the cash in my hands, and shook my head. Ann had already spent five hundred dollars to have Barbara show up. I knew it was going to cost me more to take her to dinner, but I needed to eat anyway. And I was starving. "Okay...what room is she in?"

"She's in 117, just down the hallway. Just knock and she'll know it's you. She's seen your picture. In fact, she was thrilled when she saw it...she's hoping it's going to be a long night," Heather laughed.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means that every once in a while, she actually looks forward to the sex part of the job. I think tonight is one of those nights."

"Well, it looks like she's going to be disappointed. But at least I'll give her a nice five hundred dollar dinner," I groaned as I stood up and put on my jacket.

Heather took my necktie, and tightened it around my neck, trying to make me look more presentable. "Try to have a good time, okay? And who knows, you might even find her attractive enough to want to be with her later."

I leaned over and gave Heather a peck on the cheek. "Okay. Thanks for everything...I think," I laughed.

~*~*~*~*~*~

I had to take a deep breath as I stood in front of the door to Barbara's room. I had that familiar pit in my stomach...the one I always got when I felt like was about to do something naughty that I shouldn't be doing. But I didn't know why. Ann had not only blessed this...she'd wired money, for goodness sake. Besides...I had no intention of doing anything with Barbara, other than taking her to dinner, which I was going to have to do with or without her. Still, I couldn't shake that feeling.

Another reason that I was feeling a little out of sorts was I was staring at the number on the door. I didn't think about it when Heather had told me the room Barbara was in, but I'd been in that same exact room, exactly one week before, tucking Claudia into bed after she'd come on to me during the launch party. I didn't know if it was some random coincidence, or some kind of a sign...but it was a little disconcerting as I stared at it. I must have raised my hand three times, getting ready to knock...each time backing off, scared to pull the trigger. But then my stomach rumbled, and I knew I had to make a choice...so I did what Bond would do on a mission, pretending I was meeting some sexy contact. I knocked on the door, and waited.

I heard some movement inside, followed by the chain on the door sliding though the metal slot. The door opened slowly, sort of creaking as the dim light from the room came into view. When the door was fully open, the woman behind it stepped out of the shadows, into view. My mouth hit the floor as my heart jumped into it.

"Hello, Neil. I'm Barbara," she said softly, her right hand high on the door as she gave me a sexy profile of her body.

And what a body it was. She stood between 5'4" and 5'5", and she was even taller in her 4-inch black spiked heels. She was slender, her tiny waist evident in the elegant tight dress she was wearing. It was black lace, coming down to the floor, with large, wide slits up the sides that went all the way up to the point of her hips to show off her long, sexy, toned legs. The upper part of her dress was all lace, showing a hint of her black push up bra that was holding her 34B tits in place. They were perky, turned up slightly, and I could tell her nipples were big and erect, even through the lace and the bra. I was pretty sure by the cut of her dress that she was either wearing a high thong...or nothing at all. 

Barbara was wearing a lot of jewelry, most of it gold to offset the black dress. She had thick gold bracelets on each wrist, and long, dangling earrings that kind of twisted as she moved. She also wore a gold necklace that hung down towards her cleavage, with a large diamond pendant on it. Her makeup was modest, the green eye shadow applied perfectly, and just a hint of rouge on her perfect cheekbones. She had long, thick lashes, which she was batting seductively at me. Her full lips were a dark red, and she was licking them, playing with her tongue as she stared at me while my eyes gazed over her sexy body. 

Yet what really stood out was Barbara's hair. It was long, and shiny...a brilliant, deep red, coming down past her shoulders. True, I'd said I wasn't attracted to redheads. But that had more to do with the skin tone redheads generally have than the hair. I just wasn't into freckles like some guys. We all have personal preferences, I suppose, and while I'd learned to appreciate the beauty in all women, some things turned us on more than others. With Barbara's dark tan, her hair made me blink as I stood there looking at her. She was one sexy woman.

I was speechless, just staring at her. I was not only turned on by the appearance of the woman in front of me...I was stunned. The person standing there, introducing herself as Barbara, was really...Ann.

Suddenly excited about how my night had just changed, I smiled. "Hi Barbara. I'm Neil Thomas."



Ann: A Love Story Ch. 76



Ann was standing in the door of her hotel room, dressed in a sexy, elegant evening gown. I was standing in the hallway, stunned that she was actually standing there. I'd gotten two messages from her, both telling me that her trip to come out and be with me for the week was going to be delayed, and as a result, I was disappointed when I knocked on the hotel door. 

I wasn't depressed about it. In fact, I wasn't even angry. I was just disappointed, because I missed her, and I was so looking forward to spending the week with her. Sure, I'd be working a lot of the time, but just to be able to, well...to come home to her...I was looking forward to those evenings. I knew we'd have some things we'd need to take care of...things that we had to do to start our life together as husband and wife. But, I also knew we'd have some time to have fun. Ann would make sure of that.

So, when Heather had told me the day before that Ann's trip would be delayed because of some snags that had cropped up in the wedding plans, I was upset...but I understood. That was a higher priority, and things happen. Still, as a result I kind of shut down internally; in a sense, I pouted. And part of my pouting was a temporary end to the game Ann had started...the joint sex account we'd both been playing. I'd told both Heather and Carol that as enticing as it was to have one or the other of them give me a blowjob, I just wasn't in the mood to do anything sexually. 

I'd put my libido on hold, wanting to hold out for Ann. But that had been put to the test when I got off work Friday night. I was drained when I walked into the hotel after another long week. Add to that the mental stress caused by the events involving the earthquake in California earlier the week, not knowing at first about the safety and well being of our friends and family that lived there; well, let's just say I wasn't ready for Heather's latest message. 

Heather said that Ann was going to be delayed yet again. Not only would she not be coming that night, as originally planned, Heather told me that now Ann wasn't coming on Saturday either. And, she didn't give a date as to when she'd have things resolved, or when she'd be coming out. Instead, Heather said that Ann did what she thought I'd want, making arrangements for me to get laid. Not by Carol...or even by Heather...that would have ruined the game we were playing. Ann had actually hired an escort to take care of what she felt she needed to take care of. Heather said that Ann had her make the arrangements with Barbara, whom she described as a redheaded beauty with brains to match.

Reluctantly, I went to Barbara's room, intent on just taking her to dinner, because that was part of the deal. Ann had already spent five hundred dollars just to set the night up...but oddly, dinner was not included, and that was part of what Ann agreed to; I had to at least take this Barbara to dinner. If I didn't want to be with her after that, I didn't have to. As I walked down the hall to the room...the same exact room that I'd gotten for Claudia so that she could sleep off the wine she'd had the night of the launch party, all I was thinking about was how quickly I could get this evening over with. I just wanted to go eat, and then return to the pity party that I'd been giving myself for the last 24 hours.

It took a minute or two to work up the nerve to actually knock on the door. When it slowly opened, my jaw fell as I realized it was Ann standing there, wearing a beautiful red haired wig.

She said hello, and introduced herself as Barbara. At that moment, I had a million questions running through my mind all at once, overwhelming my brain. All I could do was look at her, and smile. Finally, I realized Ann had done all of this for a reason, and that reason was both for me...and for her. 

Ann had made a comment a few days before about getting me an escort. She'd said that everyone should get fucked on their birthday, and she was upset that she couldn't be there personally to do it. But, she also didn't want to have to ask Carol or Heather. Ann was adamant that she wasn't going to change the rules of the game. But at the same time, she felt bad that I wasn't going to get laid. So bad, that she considered the ludicrous idea of hiring an escort. Instead, she came up with different birthday plans; plans that ended up being incredible.

But now I remembered another comment Ann had made that night. She'd said that she had always wondered what it would be like to be a high class escort...paid to be with powerful men, and how she'd have the ultimate power, because they'd have to pay top dollar for her services. She'd even said it was kind of a fantasy of hers. And that's what this had to be all about. With Ann standing there, pretending to be Barbara, I knew she wanted to live out that fantasy, while giving me what I needed. She'd set it up perfectly, making me horny, and finding a way for me to actually knock on that door when it was against my better judgment...I'd reasoned I needed to eat anyway, and I was going to be in the company of a beautiful woman. As I stood there, I realized that Ann had set ME up perfectly.

I wasn't mad...I was more amazed than anything else. Once again, Ann had found a way to surprise me with her ingenuity and sense of sexual adventure. "What's she going to be like once we're married?" I said to myself, smiling stupidly at her.

I didn't need an answer to that question...or any of those other million that I had on my mind. Not right then...I'd have plenty of time to ask them, and if I knew Ann, she'd be more than happy to answer them, all in due time. For the moment, I had a decision to make, and a fairly easy one at that.

"Hi Barbara. I'm Neil Thomas," I said as I held out my hand. Ann placed her left hand in mine, and I kissed the back of it, noticing immediately that she'd taken off her engagement ring. Taking a quick glance as I let go of her hand, I saw that she'd placed it on her right hand instead. Just that little move let me know the level of detail that she'd put into this, and my heart quickened.

"I'm very pleased to meet you, Neil. Shall I get my purse?" she responded not wasting any time.

"Sure...I hope you're hungry," I said, not sure how to make conversation and not cave and start asking the questions in my head. I figured I'd just follow Ann's lead for a while, and hope to just fall into the role-playing like I had the times we'd done it before.

Ann had turned and walked back into the hotel room, making her hips sway seductively. She disappeared from my view into the darkness...darkness I hadn't remembered the time before with Claudia. I shrugged that off as she returned with her clutch, saying "I can be. Do you have reservations for us somewhere?"

"Uh...no. This was a little spur of the moment," I responded, a little unsure if that was the right thing to say or not.

Ann flashed a smile and said, "Of course. I forgot...you didn't know anything about this. Your fiancée set this up for you, right?"

"That's what I've been told. I haven't talked to her in the last day or two. She's been busy with the wedding plans." I held out my arm for Ann, and she grinned again. Putting her room key in her clutch, she closed the door and took my arm, letting me lead the way down the hallway.

"Hmm...sounds like she's been busy with a LOT of plans. What's her name again?"

"Uh...it's Ann. Ann Franklin. Do you mind if I ask yours?"

"No, I don't mind. But I'm not going to tell you," she winked. "I keep my personal life out of my professional life...I hope you understand."

"Oh...sure. Sorry to intrude."

"You didn't. I'm just letting you know there ARE some boundaries. We can go over the rest later...if you decide you'd like to spend some more time with me. Heather said that you may not want to...and that's totally understandable."

"Well...actually..."

"Neil, don't make any rush decisions. I wouldn't want that. I am surprised though."

"About?" I asked.

"Your fiancée...Ann. She seems...well, let's just say this is a new one for me. I've never had a wife, or a wife to be, set up an arrangement like this. Of course, that's assuming that Heather was telling me the truth about this evening. But she has no reason to lie about it that I'm aware of."

We were just passing Heather at the front desk, and I gave her a little wave. She was practically jumping up and down with excitement as she saw us together. And that made me more excited, my heart jumping up and down on the inside as I felt Ann's hand clutching my arm. We walked out into the evening together, towards my car.

"Mmm...very nice," Ann said as she looked at my car. "Your car compliments you Neil."

"How's that?" I said to Ann as I opened the door for her.

"It's powerful, and sexy...just like you are," she said with a sexy smile as she got in.

Closing her door, I laughed. "Oh brother...Ann is really into this," I said as I walked to the driver's side and climbed in.

Backing out, I slammed the car into gear and pulled away, screeching the tires a little as I let out on the clutch and pressed the gas, showing her the power she was talking about.

"So...what are you in the mood for, Barbara?"

"Pardon me?" she asked.

"Do you have a particular kind of restaurant in mind?"

"Not really...I prefer to let the man choose for me," she said politely.

"Hmm...how about Italian then? I've heard there's a nice little place downtown," I said as I steered the car in that direction.

"That would be wonderful."

~*~*~*~*~*~

Actually, it was better than just wonderful. It was a quaint little place just down from the main street in town. Housed in an old brick building that used to be some kind of a storefront, the owners had transformed it into an Italian bistro, and the cuisine was outstanding. Ann and I had each had a bowl of minestrone that was magnificent, along with an unbelievable garden salad. And the main course was just as mouth watering.

Ann selected a dish that was shrimp over pasta with a creamy sauce, while I had chicken parmesan, served over a huge plate of spaghetti. It was more food that I could eat if I stayed there all day, and Ann...well, Barbara, was saying the same thing.

"I'm so glad you brought me here, Neil. This place is amazing. But it's so much food."

"I know...I'm not going to be able to eat all of this," I said with a groan.

"Me either. It seems like such a waste...I don't know how much to eat."

I laughed and said, "How much to eat...I usually stop when I'm full. You don't?"

"Well, it really all depends on what I'm going to be doing the rest of my evening," she said with a wink.

We'd actually avoided talking about what her 'profession' was supposed to be. Ann had done a marvelous job of acting like she didn't know me, inquiring about my work, and asking relevant questions about it. It reminded me of a conversation we'd had before, where I'd told Ann about the production line at the plant and what I had learned though my training session with Ivan, and from the operator's manuals he'd given me. Ann made a comment about it all being Greek to her, because she really didn't understand what I did...and the terminology that went along with it.

As Barbara, Ann used the opportunity to ask questions, and learn a little about my work. And she did it in a way that not only made it seem more interesting, she actually started to understand. Heather's statement that 'Barbara' was smart, and could carry a conversation rang true...that was one of Ann's talents. I just never thought of how that would be a skill that an escort would need. I only thought of that job as involving sex...and Ann was, in her own way, proving me wrong. I'm not sure that wasn't really her goal...but she was certainly opening my eyes a little.

Yet Ann's comment about how much she should eat was her way of bringing what she was pretending to be back to the forefront. It was a subtle reminder that she was 'on the job', and she was wondering where the evening might end up. When she said she didn't know how much she should eat because she didn't know what she'd be doing later...that meant she didn't know what I was going to do. 

Actually, Ann knew. It was part of the role-playing. There was no chance I was going to pass up the opportunity to have sex with her, or to just BE with her...and in a way that made the roles we were playing all more exciting to me. So, I went along, knowing it was only going to lead to an amazing night.

I nodded and said, "Of course, Barbara. I can understand that."

"I hope you don't mind, Neil. I usually don't have to be that direct with a client. Most of the time, the arrangements are made up front with my agency. I'm kind of free-lancing this evening. Heather called me directly, to see if I was free. And since I had nothing scheduled...well, my time is my time, so I can do what I want. I like to free lance when I can, because I don't have to give a cut to the agency. And since Ann agreed to pay me half the money up front, no matter what you decide, it's fine." 

"So...this is really going to be a thousand dollars?" I asked.

Ann made a cute little laugh, almost embarrassed, and said, "Actually, it's usually more than that."

"MORE?" I said, my brow narrowing.

"Yes. There's not a flat rate. They vary, depending on the circumstances. Like how many consecutive days I'm asked to work, and what I'm being asked to do. You know...is it just a dinner party, or is it a weeklong conference...that kind of thing. I never have to pay for my travel expenses. Part of my fee tonight is my gas and the hotel room. Sometimes there are discounts if I'm working a lot of days in a row, like a conference or a vacation. But, there are also premiums that go into effect on the sexual side of my job. Like if I'm asked for...kinkier services. I've made as much as three grand in one night before...but that's more an exception. I'd say an average night for me is a little over fifteen hundred...and that's what I take home. Thirty percent of what I earn goes back to the agency."

"What's a 'night'...24 hours?"

"Yes...pretty much. I'm on the clock as soon as I get to my destination, whether I'm with the person or not."

"So why are you only charging me a thousand?"

"Because that's what I agreed to. Heather said you wouldn't be getting off work until late this afternoon, so I told her I'd only charge you for part of a day. I left my place at one, and I got here at three and started getting ready. So, I guess you could say my clock started when I checked in."

"Do you...free lance very often?" I asked.

"Goodness no...my line of work is a lot safer when the agency is involved. They know the clients, they screen them to make sure they are legitimate...and they make sure everything is scheduled and paid for ahead of time. I get my travel arrangements, my itinerary of who I'm supposed to be and what I'm supposed to do, and I just follow it to the letter. It takes a lot of the worry out of it. Not to mention having to deal with cops...with an agency, there's almost no fear of getting busted. But when I free lance, while I suppose it's a little more dangerous. But it's also a lot more fun."

"More dangerous...how?"

"Well, the cops for one. And because the guys aren't screened, I don't know who they really are. That's really risky. And I have to get the money on my own...but that's okay, because I like the cash. With the agency, it's all done through them with credit cards, and I actually get a paycheck...it looks more legit than it is, I suppose.  But the biggest reason this is more dangerous is there's always a chance that the person that sets up the event could be wrong."

"You mean people like Heather?"

"Yes... I'm trusting her judgment. And if Heather had misread you somehow, then that would make this a lot more dangerous. Because of that, I asked her a lot of questions, so I can try to make an educated assessment of what I'm getting myself into. And I always use a go between. Someone I trust, like Heather. But like I said, she could be wrong. That's why I usually get the cash up front, so I can bail if I need to...just disappear. I made an exception for you, because Heather was honest and said you may not want anything more than dinner. Hard to think of you as dangerous if you didn't know Ann was going to do this, and you may not even want to be with me."

"So...are you thinking of bailing on me?" I smiled.

Ann grinned and said, "No, Neil. I'm wondering if it's going to be the other way around tonight. Like I said, this is really unusual for me not to know how the evening's going to go, and to have all the money up front. But it's exciting, and believe it or not, I'm having a good time."

"I am too, Barbara. It's still a little hard to believe that I'm here...with you. But that's the way it is with Ann."

Ann had finished eating what she was going to eat. So had I, and when the waitress came by, I asked for something to put both of the leftover meals in. Ann was sipping her wine, and said, "Isn't that a bit presumptuous?"

"What do you mean?"

"Having my dinner boxed up. That must mean you're planning on me eating that later tonight. We haven't even discussed the evening's plans. I'm not even sure if there ARE any."

"That's true...we haven't. But I paid for the meal either way, and it's a lot to waste. I guess I can always eat it myself if I have to."

Ann leaned forward, her elbows resting on the small intimate table in the dark room. Her eyes sparkled, and she smiled. "Tell me, Neil...will you have to? What are your plans for me the rest of the evening?" 

I sighed and said, "That would depend, Barbara. I need to know what I'm getting MYSELF into."

"That's fair enough. What would you like to know?"

"Well, I know it's a thousand. But right now, Ann's paid you five hundred, and I've had the privilege of buying you dinner, and being in your company while you ate it. Don't get me wrong...because I'm having a great time. But right now, this is currently just the most expensive date I've ever been on. What is the other five hundred going to...you know."

"What does it buy you?" she laughed.

"To put it bluntly, yes."

"I suppose if I just said 'ME', that would be a little too vague, wouldn't it?"

I grinned and said, "I'm afraid it would."

"Well you see, this is another thing the service does...they actually ask the client what they want, and then they match them with a girl that's willing to fulfill those requirements. And that's not just for sex. Sometimes they need a girl that can speak a foreign language, or that actually has secretarial skills...all kinds of things. But when it comes to the intimate part of the job, I always have a listing on the itinerary of what I'm going to be asked to do. And it's not negotiable. I have to do it, but the client can't ask for more than that."

"Well, that's fine, but what about now...when you're free lancing?"

"That's when I tell you what I'm willing to do. It's not as efficient as just ordering off the menu and getting the girl of your dreams. But it can be sexier. And that's what makes free lancing more fun. There are a lot more possibilities for both of us."

What followed next was like the scene in 'Body Double', where the porn actress character played by Melanie Griffith is sitting in the bar, smoking a cigarette. And she's telling the Craig Wasson character, who's pretending to be a porn director, what sex acts she's willing to do on screen. Ann looked at me, and as she spoke, it was like it was real...like she'd told actual clients what her personal services were. And as I listened, I smiled.

"What you get, Mr. Thomas, is a night you'll never forget. There are limits, because you haven't been screened, but we should be able to find something that interests you."





Ann: A Love Story Ch. 76



"Can you give me some examples?" I asked.

"Oh...I can give you all of them...but first, the requirements. I just took a shower before you arrived, and I prepared myself for the evening, just in case. You'll need to shower...alone. I don't shower with my clients...or bathe with them. And I will determine if you're clean or not. If I'm not satisfied, you'll be asked to shower again, a little closer to the soap, if you know what I mean. Do you agree with that?"

"Sure...if I decide I even want to do this."

"Well...yeah, that's what we're talking about, right? Look, we'll make this easy. When I ask you if you agree, I'm only asking if you understand what I'm saying and accept it. That way, IF you decide you want to continue our evening together, we won't have any misunderstandings later. I'm just setting the ground rules. Alright?" I nodded, and Ann continued, saying "Good. Next, you will have to wear a condom, which I will provide, if you want to fuck. That is not negotiable...and again, it's because you haven't been screened. Do you agree?"

I was a little stunned, but at the same time, we were role playing, and Ann had a way of making things so real that I totally got it. Nodding again, I said, "Yes...of course."

"Lastly, the party ends at 3AM. That's when my half a day is up. At that time, you will politely be asked to leave my room."

"Your room?"

"Safety, Mr. Thomas. You should know by now that the screening my agency does is very thorough, and it's a huge part of what I do, and why I do it. But when I step out of the comfort zone that the agency provides to have a little fun on the side, I always have to think about safety first. Face it...what I do for a living can put me in very vulnerable positions. So, I have to think that way. I hope you understand."

"Yeah, I suppose."

"Look Neil, I want to make the evening enjoyable for you, but I have to be comfortable for me to be able to do that. So, just like now, I have things in my room that I can get to at any time for my protection. Besides, Heather said your room is on the top floor, and it's at the end of the hallway so you can have privacy...she said something about it being because you're staying there a while. But that also means it's out of earshot of a lot of the hotel. My room is on the first floor near the lobby, again...for my safety. Are you okay with that?"

They were actually really valid points. Ones I never would have thought of. And by planting the seed, Ann was letting me know that Barbara had thought those things out, along with likely a lot of other things. "Sure...your room would be fine. And 3AM is fine too."

"That's good. Now, let's get to the fun stuff. Here's what I'm willing to do tonight. Again, if I list something that's off the table, it's because of safety, and I'll tell you. But I'm going to list them all, okay."

"Sure...fire away."

"First, orally, I can deep throat almost any sized cock. And I will, if that's what you'd like. You can also fuck my mouth...I'll let you know if you're too rough, but I've yet to have that happen. You won't have to wear a condom if I'm sucking you. You can cum in my mouth, and yes, you can cum on my face if that's something you like to do. Any questions about that?"

"Uh...no, I think I've got that."

"Good. Next, fucking. You can fuck my pussy as long and as hard as you want, again, as long as you wear a condom. Same goes for my ass. If you want to fuck both, that's fine...but you'll need to change condoms to do that if you're going to go back and forth. You can cum inside me, with the condom on...and if you'd like, I will eat your cum from the condom. In fact, I will clean up any pools of cum that you'd like me to clean up. If you'd like to cum on my body, you can cum anywhere but on my pussy, for safety. Any questions about any of that?"

Shaking my head, I said, "Uh...no. We're still good."

"Okay. There's no water sports of any kind, or anything involving the back door, if you know what I mean. And that's both giving and receiving. I'd rather not have to be too graphic, but I will if I have to. Do I need to be clearer on that?"

"Uh...NO...and let's not go there again," I said, my eyes wide open.

"Well, I hate to bring that up, Neil, but I don't know what your bent is, and I have to spell that out. I don't have to do that with the agency...and it doesn't make me comfortable to do it now, but now we know."

"Yes we do. Next," I said, moving my hand to tell her to go on.

"Okay...groups and threesomes, both men and women. Gangbangs are a no, for obvious reasons. Too many people create too many variables. I can, and will do threesomes...but not tonight. I wouldn't know the third party any better than I know you, so that's out. The same goes with any kind of bondage involving me being the Sub. I can't be tied up if I don't know you, and you haven't had the background screen. I AM willing to be a Dom if you like being submissive. I have everything I need with me if that's something you enjoy. Any questions there?"

"No...we wouldn't be going anywhere near there anyway," I said laughing.

"Handjobs and footjobs are obviously okay. You can also fuck my tits, or any other places on my body you think you would want to put your cock. Anything we haven't covered that comes up unexpectedly will be talked about when you decide you might want to. I only ask that you respect me, and my respect my wishes if I say no to something."

"Absolutely. Anything else?"

"Only that I guarantee you will cum at least one time, provided your equipment works properly. And you can cum as many times as you can get it up, up until 3AM. And I'm serious about that time, Neil...if you're hard, and we're doing something...come three o'clock, I will stop and ask you to leave no matter what."

"Harsh...but okay," I nodded.

"Okay. Two more things, and then were done. One...there will be absolutely no kissing on the mouth...at all. Two, there will be no cuddling or sleeping together. This isn't an overnight stay, and I'm not your lover. When I'm with a client that goes through the agency, they actually have to pay extra for that kind of attention, and affection. The truth about this is, sex is sex, and I hope you'll find that I'm not only professional, and I'm VERY good at my job, but I also enjoy my work. I like to think it shows, and that my clients get their money's worth. But when it comes to things that can be more emotional...I have to work myself into that mentally. Frankly, sometimes I think it would be easier just to be on my own and not go through the service. Guys tend to get attached to escorts...but they don't so much to every day, run of the mill hookers."

"So why do you do this?"

"I'm not going to answer that, Neil. It's part of my personal life...and that's private. Do you have any other questions?"

"Yeah...I'm wondering where the damn check is," I said as I looked around for our waitress.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Driving back to the hotel, Ann was looking in the lighted mirror on the sun visor over her seat, applying a fresh coating of her dark red lipstick. She made the process look so sexy I'm surprised that I didn't have an accident. I had to force myself to watch the road, and all she was doing was freshening her makeup. 

She checked her look in the mirror, running her fingers through her long red hair, and puckering her lips seductively, before flipping up the visor and sitting back in her seat. Ann then crossed her legs, making her dress move, her entire left leg coming into view all the way up to her hip. She started moving her leg up and down slowly, as if to make me catch it out of the corner of my eye. But more often than not, I'd just blatantly take a quick look, fighting to keep from moaning inside.

Ann face had a sexy smirk on it as she caught me looking, and she moved a little in her seat, facing more towards me.

"So, tell me Neil. Is that your way of window shopping?" she said with a giggle.

"Sorry...it's hard not to look," I said, actually embarrassed. It was a strange reaction, considering that it was my fiancée sitting next to me. But I'd gotten so into playing the part that I honestly felt a little guilty for staring at that gorgeous leg. 

"You don't have to be sorry, Neil. I just don't want you to think I'm trying to entice you or anything like that. Like I said earlier, this is really unusual for me. Most of the time, I know what I'm doing by now, and I'm into the moment. I don't want you to think that I'm trying to sell myself, even though that's what it really is, isn't it?" she laughed. "You know, sometimes I forget what it is I really do. I'm sure that sounds absurd, but I rarely think about my job. I just get my assignment, and then I go and do what I'm paid to do. So it's really different for me to have to sit here and wonder."

"Wonder...about what?"

"About whether I'm going to be working tonight or not. But I understand. You've already spent five hundred dollars just to be with me and then paid to take me to dinner. Another five hundred is a lot of money, and you have to decide if that's worth it. It can't be an easy decision for someone like you."

"Someone like me...what's that mean?"

"You're obviously in love, Neil. I can tell. So this has to be a struggle for you. Most men I meet in my job, they don't have feelings like you have. They might love someone, but not like I can feel that you love Ann. The truth is, more often than not, my clients USED to love someone, but they don't anymore."

"That's sad."

"That's life, Neil. People grow apart if you don't work at a marriage. It happens with successful men a lot. In fact, I see that all too often, which is why this is different. I'll totally understand if you decide not to continue tonight. But then again, Ann sounds like such an incredible woman, so I can also see why you WOULD do this. After all, she loves you so much that she hired me, all because she wants you to be happy tonight...that's pretty rare too."  

"Ha...you sound like you're in sales," I said as I turned the car onto the road the hotel was on.

"I'm not trying to be. I'm just letting you know that I understand how this is different from what I normally do, and I'm willing to be patient while you decide."

"How patient?" I laughed.

Ann looked at her watch, which made me check the dashboard of the car to see the time as well. It was almost 8:30. Ann turned to me and said "If you'd like, we can go to the bar and you can buy me another drink to give yourself a little more time to figure this all out. At nine, I'm going to go to my room. Hopefully by then, you've decided whether you want to join me there or not."

~*~*~*~*~*~

The band was another good one, and the bar was as crowded as I'd seen it. I'd had to park far away from the entrance again because of the lack of open parking spaces near the entrance, but Ann didn't seem to mind. I think she enjoyed the way she was dressed, and how that made her feel. With the frame of mind she was in because of the role she was playing for me, she had an air about her that was amazing. I'd never seen Ann look the way she was acting. She had a confidence and sexiness about her that was different, and it was really intriguing to me...not to mention a huge turn on.

There was no place to sit in the bar, so Ann stood near the back wall next to a tall table; she with her wine glass in her hand, while I had a bottle of Heineken in mine. Taking a sip of her wine, Ann's eyes were blazing as she stared at me, her body moving and swaying to the beat of the music.

"Would you like to dance, Barbara?" I asked.

"No thanks," she said politely as she took another sip, the reflection of her engagement ring sparkling from the stage lights, reminding me that it was on her right hand instead of her left.

"Are you sure?"

Ann gave me a sweet smile, and said, "Neil, you're such a gentleman. I love that you treat me with such respect. And I know you're being polite, and doing what comes natural to you. But at the end of the day, I'm a professional businesswoman. And this, for me, is a business meeting. If you'd like me to dance, it will cost you five hundred dollars. But, I promise, for that price, I'll dance here or in my room any way you want me to. I don't want to seem pushy, or cold, or make you think I don't appreciate what you just offered. As a woman, I love it. But this isn't a date."

I looked at my watch, and it was a quarter to nine. There was little doubt that I was going to make Ann's fantasy come true. Actually, there was no doubt. Hell, at that point, it was becoming MY fantasy. But I loved the way she was drawing things out. The whole thing was like mental foreplay, and it was working. I was so hard, and so turned on, and it wasn't just because Ann was actually with me. It was also because of what we were doing. It was more exciting than I ever would have thought it would be...and that was because she was making it seem so damn real.

"May I ask you a question, Barbara?" I asked with a gentle smile.

"Sure...although I can't promise that I'll answer it," she said with lilting laugh.

"I was just wondering...you seem so confident and self-assured in what you do, how long have you been doing this?"

"Long enough to be confident and self-assured," she smiled.

"Seriously, Barbara. I'm curious."

"And curiosity is a good thing. But I'm afraid I'm not going to be more specific than that."

"Why not?" I pressed.

"I suppose I could just say it's none of your business, and leave it at that. But here's the real reason why...appearances."

"Appearances?"

"Yes...it affects how I'm perceived by my clients. If I say that I've been doing this for years, and I've been with hundreds of men, then I go from being perceived an escort, to being more of just a whore. And that is certainly not who, or what I am. But if I say that I've just recently gotten into the business, then I look like a novice, and suddenly clients are wondering why they're paying so much money to be with me if I don't know what I'm doing. So, all I'm willing to say is that while I'm not new to this, I haven't been doing it so long that I've become jaded. I'm very good at my job, Neil...for a reason. And I still enjoy it most of the time. Does that answer your question?"

"That one. Have you ever been in danger doing this?"

"Every time I'm with someone new, it's dangerous, Neil. Especially on the few occasions like tonight when I'm technically on my own. But I'm very careful, and I take lots of precautions."

"Like what?"

Ann looked at her watch again. It was almost nine, and she took her glass and finished the little wine that was left in it, setting the empty stemmed glass on the standing room table nest to us. 

"Thanks for the drink, Neil...and the dinner. I had a great time," she said politely as she grabbed her clutch off the table. "It was wonderful to meet you."

I looked at my watch, and there was still a minute or two to go before nine. "I thought I had until nine," I said with a smile.

"Neil, I don't believe for a second that you're this indecisive. You knew what you wanted to do back at the restaurant. So, I'm going to my room. And the only question right now that either one of needs to answer is...are you coming with me, or not." 

Ann smiled as she started to walk past me, brushing her sexy body up against mine. I inhaled, catching another whiff of the perfume that was most definitely Ann's...the same one her alter ego, Barbara, was apparently borrowing. 

Gently touching her arm, Ann stopped and looked at me. "I do have this wad of cash burning a hole in my pocket. It would be a shame to ruin this jacket," I said as I pulled out the money.

"Not here, Neil. If this is what you want, we need to do that in my room," she said, her eyes showing me that she wasn't happy about my taking out the money in public. It was a narrow, icy stare...one that I felt in the core of my body. One I actually hoped I'd never see again.

Slipping the money back into my pocket, I said, "Sorry, Barbara...I didn't mean..."

"I know, Neil. But you never know who might be around us, especially in a crowded bar. A place like this can attract regular hookers too...and I can't get lumped in with them. I've never been arrested before, and I don't intend to start tonight. Now, are you going to come with me?"

"I'll do the best I can...but you're the one that says you're good at this sort of thing. I've always found it kind of hard to time it that well, but I'm sure if anyone can get us close to cumming at the same time, you can," I said with a smile.

Ann took my arm, and said, "I'll see what I can do...I love a challenge. And I love that you're thinking about pleasing me too...that doesn't happen with every client I'm with, or men in general, for that matter."

Leading me out into the hallway, Ann didn't head down towards her room. Instead, we headed to the lobby, which surprised me. Before I knew it, we were approaching Heather, who was busy with another guest. We waited in line in silence for a little bit while Heather finished up, and then Ann led me forward to the counter. 

Heather's smile was as wide as the lobby, and she seemed excited. "Hello Barbara. Hello Neil. What brings you two to see me?"

Ann looked at me, and then she turned to Heather. "I believe Neil's made a decision, and he's agreed to the terms of tonight's arrangement Heather. So, we're going to go to my room now. Do you have everything set up for me like I asked?"

"Yep...and you picked a good night. Stacy is off tonight, so Meredith and I are splitting her shift. I'm here until 4, so I've got you covered, so to speak."

"Oh...good, so I won't have to deal with anyone else, then," Ann said with a little sigh of relief.

"Yep...you're good to go. Have a good time, Neil," Heather said with a little wave. Then she looked at Ann and said, "And remember what I said, Barbara. Watch out...that cannon of his can really go off!"

Ann snickered. "Thanks Heather. I'll try to remember. Come on, Neil. Let's go get better acquainted," she said as she led me along.

Seconds later, Ann was using her key to open the door to the room, and when we stepped inside, I was stunned once again. Ann had put up some kind of curtain between the little hallway, and the bedroom, cutting off the front door and the bathroom area. That was why the light was so dim when she'd opened the door when I'd first knocked. The cloth was diffusing the light from the other side. 

Ann closed the door behind us, and said, "Don't worry about that...I've just got things ready on the other side, and I didn't want you to see them earlier."

"Why?"

"Because, you weren't sure about this, and I didn't want to scare you off."

"O...kay," I said, suddenly unsure of what Ann may have in mind. 

Sensing my trepidation, Ann reached out and touching my hand. My reaction seemed strange, considering all of this was just a staged thing. But Ann was so real, so convicted in how she was portraying Barbara, that my reaction was what it was...just as real.

"There's nothing to worry about now, Neil. You already know all the rules, so to speak. My job now is to make you happy. There's just one more thing we need to do first."

"What's that?" I said, forgetting already.

Ann held out her hand, and smiled politely. "This is a business before pleasure profession, I'm afraid. I need the other five hundred now if you want to continue."

I reached into my coat pocket, and pulled out the bills, counting them off in her hand like some kind of teller. Ann smiled as I pressed each bill into the palm of her right hand, and I was sure she shook a little as the feeling of getting paid for what she was about to do sunk in. Even though it was all pretend, it hit her in a way that seemed to make her weak in the knees for a moment.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 76



Gathering her composure quickly, Ann unzipped a little pocket on the side of her dress that I never noticed before, and pulled out five other hundred dollar bills...the ones that I had to presume represented the other half of her fee. She placed my bills inside of those before folding them back up and placing them back into the pocket.

Zipping it back up, she said, "Thank you, Neil. Now, can I take your coat?" 

She helped me take my coat off, and then she had me undress...standing there, watching me. She'd take each piece of my clothing and carefully hang it up, making sure nothing was going to get any more wrinkled than it already was. It was like she was taking precautions, so that if I were in a circumstance where it might matter, there would be no additional evidence that I'd been with 'another woman'.  I suppose I could have been paranoid, thinking that if Ann was going to such details to make this all seem so real, she could easily do the same thing TO me. But I knew Ann wasn't my ex. She wasn't devious, or evil. She loved me, and that's what all of this was about.

When I was totally naked, Ann looked at my body as she held my suit on the hanger in front of me. "Mmm...I'm glad to see Heather wasn't kidding," she said as she lewdly stared at my rock hard cock.

"Kidding...about what?"

"Your size, Neil. Heather told me that you and Ann have been playing a little game...and Ann asked her to be a part of it. And Heather told me that you have a nice, fat cock. But sometimes, women THINK they've seen a big one, and they really haven't. It's nice to see that she actually knows what she's talking about. I think I'm going to have as much fun as you are tonight," she said as she winked at me.

"I'd like that," I said as I stood there, wondering what to do next.

"Okay...the showers right there. Is there any particular fantasy that you'd like to live out sometime tonight...besides the one where you fuck an escort," Ann said, playing on the irony of the role-playing we were already doing.

"Funny, I don't recall fucking an escort as being one of my fantasies," I answered smugly.

"Hmm...my mistake. From the way your cock is throbbing, I could have sworn it was," she said, catching me off guard. "Still, the way you answered tells me you DO have some. Any in particular you want to try tonight?"

I was flummoxed by Ann getting the better of me as I tried to act cocky, and using my flinching cock to do it. All I could think to say was, "What do you mean?"

"Well, we've already talked about the limitations of the evening. But, within those, if there's anything you don't think your fiancée is going to want to do sexually once you're married, tonight would be the night to explore those fantasies, Neil," Ann said as she winked at me. Then she turned quickly, her red hair flying as she reached for the part in the makeshift curtain. "When you're out of the shower and dried off, let me know and I'll come get you. No walking through the magic curtain on your own."

~*~*~*~*~*~

I was racking my brain, trying to come up with something. Ann had said that tonight was the night to explore my fantasies...and she was obviously living one out by pretending to be Barbara, the red haired professional escort. But part of what she'd said resonated with me. Was there something else that Ann wanted to do...that she might never do otherwise as my wife? 

The fact was, Ann was my dream woman. Hell, she was practically EVERY man's dream woman. There didn't seem to be a lot that she wouldn't try, and we'd already explored a lot of the things she's broached, including several that she'd crossed off the list for the evening because of 'safety'. But was there something I was missing? And if not, was there something on MY list that I'd never told her about. I was trying to come up with something...anything, really. I wanted there to be something that I could have 'Barbara' do. But I didn't know what it would be.

The truth was, Ann already did all the things I could ever fantasize about. The ways she could suck my cock astounded me. Not only did she make the process loving and personal, she could deepthroat me like a Pornstar. And Ann had become so amazing at anal sex that it was almost as natural now as fucking her amazing, tight pussy. And then there were the other things we'd done. Not only had we delved into the world of bondage, we'd also done more things in public than I could have ever imagined. In fact, it seemed like all of the things Ann had listed, we'd done already. So what else was there?

It's not like I didn't have fantasies. But Ann WAS my fantasy. Just being with her, being able to live out whatever we came up with day to day...THAT was a wet dream come true. Hell, Ann even found ways to fulfill sexual thrills that I didn't know I had, from far away. Case in point...Ann worked her magic so that Tina and I could join the Mile High Club on our trip back from West Virginia. The lengths Ann would go to surprise me, and bring me happiness...THAT was a fantasy. And yet, here I was living it.  

I smiled as I washed my body, thinking about how I was going to be married to such an imaginative, passionate woman. And I thought about how just being with Ann had made me step up MY game, becoming more creative sexually, coming up with things on the spur of the moment that turned Ann on. 

"Why can't I think of one now?" I said to myself as I turned the water off. Shrugging my shoulders, I sighed. "Who knows...maybe I don't have to tonight. Maybe Ann already has the fantasy she wants."

As I dried off, I was still trying to come up with something. But I kept stumbling over Ann's little speech...the one from the restaurant. And something stuck out. She'd said that she couldn't be submissive, because of the 'danger'. And that was okay, because she'd already set a day for us to do that. Ann wanted me to keep our Thursday evening free of plans, since that was the same day of the week we'd first dabbled in the world of bondage and submission. 

It didn't surprise me that Ann said she had things with her for that, because she was planning on doing it again. In fact, I was sure she was looking forward to it. She had set the date ahead of time because she was getting mentally prepared for it. And yet, as I played back our conversation and remembered the inflection in Ann's voice when she informed me not only that she'd brought everything she needed, but that she was willing to let me be submissive to her, I couldn't help but wonder if that was on her mind. 

I had quickly dismissed that option...and Ann smoothly went about telling me more about her 'job' as an escort, and what the rules would be for the night. And in doing so, she stayed true to her character, not showing any reaction at all. If she was disappointed, she didn't show it. But it made me wonder.

"Damn, Thomas...you're reading too much into this," I said as I finished drying off my lower legs. Then I noticed my straining cock, pressing against my abdomen as I was bent over. It was as hard as the couple of times when I'd had that special stimulation cream put on it, and that really surprised me. Standing up, I looked into the mirror, realizing that I'd become a little excited about Ann...and what she might do if I let her.

My thoughts started scrambling, an image of me tied to the bed in a hotel in Indiana, Ann and Tina playing with my body. It wasn't dark, but it was exciting. And just the thought of that got my blood pumping. Still, I shook my head. "Maybe...if I can't think of anything else," I said as I opened the door of the bathroom.

Ann heard the door, and spoke to me from the other side of the makeshift curtain. "Are you ready for me, Neil?" she asked.

"Yes, Barbara," I said quietly.

Slowly peeling back the opening of the curtain, Ann stepped through. The groan that went through my body made Ann smile. She'd taken off her dress, and she was wearing just her black push up bra, and a matching black thong that rose high on her hips. There was a gold sequined star on it just above her pussy, sort of tying it together with all the gold jewelry she was still wearing. And of course, she still had the sexy stilettos on.

"Barbara...you look...breathtaking."

"Mmm...so do you," Ann said as she glanced down at my crotch. "My...that is one...hard...cock you have there, Mr. Thomas. It looks like it hurts."

"A little bit. I guess I'm more excited about this than I thought I'd be."

"I'm glad, Neil. I'm excited too. Let's see how you did," she said as she walked over to me. Ann spent the next few minutes checking out how well I'd done in the shower, cleaning my body. In fact, I'd forgotten that Ann said she might make me shower again if I didn't do a good job, and she was being extremely thorough in her inspection...which was making me harder by second.

"Well done. Come on, let's figure out how you want to start our evening together," she finally said as she took my hand and led me into the other part of the room.

Passing through the curtain, I saw that Ann had the obligatory candles lit in different locations around the room. And she'd already turned the king-sized bed down. But that was pretty much it from a romantic perspective. Still, my pulse was still racing...mainly because of what I saw prominently placed in the corner of the room, almost looming on my visual horizon.

"What's that?" I said as I pointed toward the big storage trunk in the corner. Our storage trunk...the big chest we'd bought at an estate auction. The chest we were going to put our bedroom toys in, which Ann had christened as our 'toy chest' by sitting on it and given me a glorious blowjob in her parent's open garage.

"Well, like I said before, most of the time I already know what my clients' sexual desires are...what they're expecting for the evening. And so, I just bring the things I need for them. But when I do this kind of free lance work, I never know what kind of...entertaining I might be doing. And when that's the case, I have to bring my treasure chest."

"Treasure chest, eh?"

"Yes...but we don't have to use anything in it, Neil. I'm yours...so we can do whatever you want. We can make love the rest of our time together...or, I can blow out the candles, and you can fuck the shit out of me instead. Or, if you'd like, I have several outfits that I can put on."

"Outfits...what kind of outfits?" I asked, intrigued by her comment.

"Let's see...which ones did I bring? There's a nurse, and a schoolgirl. Then there's a policewoman, and there's kind of a vampire thing...but I'd have to do my makeup a lot different for that one. Um...there's a cowgirl one I can throw together. Oh...a funny one is, I can actually dress up like a hooker. Some guys like that...they like the irony of it. And, let's see...I do a secretary or librarian look. And of course, there's the dominatrix outfit...that one's really hot. Or...I can easily put together a stripper outfit, and I could give you a lap dance. Sorry I don't have a pole though."

"I suppose you could use mine," I said, my cock starting to twitch.

"Ha...well it does seem to be big enough. Do you want me to dance for you?"

"Maybe," I said as I raised an eyebrow.

"Well, I also have a cheerleader outfit, but I can make it into kind of a dance team outfit, and perform for you...and there may be some more. I have to look...I didn't bring all of them, obviously. Do any of those interest you, Neil, or would you just like to take me to bed and have your way with me," she said with a wink.

I couldn't help but wonder if Ann actually had all of those outfits with her, or if she was just saying all of that. But then again, what if I told her I wanted her to be one of them. All of the outfits seemed interesting...if not stereotypical. I wasn't really in the mood for any kind of odd role-playing we could do, like a cowgirl, or policewoman or the like. I mentally scratched my head about the vampire. And Ann had kind of done the stripper thing for me in California.

What got my cock responded resoundingly when Ann said something about the dominatrix outfit. And that worried me for a moment, because I didn't know why I was feeling that way. But as soon as Ann said she had a cheerleader outfit, and she could make it work for dancing...my ears perked up. 

"I love the idea of having my way with you, Barbara...and I may do that. But there ARE a couple outfits that I'd like to see you in...and out of, actually."

"Really? Okay...do you want a fashion show, or..."

"No...I'll pick one, and then later, maybe another one or two. No offense, but I'm paying for a piece of ass for the first time in my life...I intend to get my money's worth."

Ann put her hands on her hips and said, "If you've ever taken a woman out to dinner and a show, and got laid afterwards, you've paid for a piece of ass, Neil. The only difference between me and some skirt you chased in college is that with me, you're guaranteed that I'm going to put out. Now...what outfit would you like to see me in?"

"I'd like you to put on the cheerleader outfit...but I want the dance team thing you talked about. Can you do a routine for me?" I asked.

I could tell by the glow in Ann's eyes that I'd chosen one that she wanted to do. In fact, I think it was THE one she wanted to do, which is why she brought it up last...so it would be the most recent in my memory.

Ann walked over to the chest and put the key into the antique lock. Pulling out a little boom box, she closed the lid quickly, locking the chest shut again. Setting the music player down on the desk across from the bed, she plugged it in, humming as she went about her 'work'. "I'll be right back, Neil. Don't go anywhere," she said with a chuckle.

Ducking behind the curtain, I heard the closet door open, and then I heard the door to the bathroom close. The whole thing seemed like a production, and Ann had gone backstage to her dressing room for a scene change. I moved to the bed, and waited, my heart racing in anticipation. It was an electric feeling, and my balls started to ache along with my cock. 

When Ann came back out from behind the curtain, my cock damn near spurted right then and there. She was wearing her red, white and black dance team outfit from High School; the same one she'd worn to turn me on as she danced in front of me during halftime of our home basketball games. But it wasn't just that Ann was wearing it that had me drooling; she had, well...modified it. Ann had cropped the top and added an elastic hem, so that it came down just below her tits and formed to her body, exposing her sexy bare midriff. 

Ann had also changed the skirt that went with the outfit, shortening it significantly. It had come down to just above mid thigh when she'd worn it over a decade before. Now, it barely covered her crotch, and when she turned around to turn start the cassette player, I could see a hint of the bottom of her ass peeking out from under it. Ann had also changed the look of the outfit by replacing the sneakers she used to wear, with the black spiked heels she'd been wearing.

Pressing the button to play, the song started. The same song that Ann had danced to a couple of times for me at games. I was sure the tape was the same one she used to practice her routine in the basement of her house. Each girl got one, so they could have more time to polish the moves at home. And I knew by the way that Ann was moving that she had done some practicing more recently. 

The routine was pretty much the same as the one I'd remembered from all those years ago. And from the night Ann did it for me barefoot under the Gazebo the magical week she'd come back into my life. Yet as similar as it was to those amazing performances, this one was different. This one was...X rated. Ann had sexed up the dance routine, moving her body in ways that had my cock leaking right in front of her. 

Ann would sway her hips around, and then thrust her pelvis back and forth in a fucking motion. She moved her hands along her body, more like a stripper than a dance team member. And she'd bend and contort her gymnast frame in ways that couldn't be considered anything other than...lewd. It was like watching artistic pornography; erotic poetry set to music. And the trail of pre-cum dripping from the tip of my twitching cock flowed down my shaft, making a little pool on my abdomen.

I couldn't take my eyes off of Ann's hair as she moved. It was so different to see her like that. It wasn't just that the wig she was wearing was red, it was that it was long and straight, which was such a change from the curl of Ann's normal perm. And it was like it was glued in place. Ann was able to move, and there was no hint of the thing coming off. For a brief moment, I wondered if she'd actually just changed her hairstyle, but I knew she wouldn't do anything like that without at least talking to me first. 

When Ann neared what was about midway through the routine, she had her back to me, and she lifted the front of her top, turning around to show me her magnificent tits. I sighed a little as I stared at her erect nipples...thinking that it had seemed like forever since I'd seen them. But at the same time, I got this little chill that ran through my body, like I was seeing them for the very first time. And I realized it was because of the wig...I was seeing the gorgeous woman before me as Barbara, not Ann. And I began to think of her that way.

Ann moved gracefully across the floor, floating to the music as she gyrated her sexy hips, and shook that amazing ass in front of me. Towards the end of the routine, when she had to make a long swooping move with her upper body, swinging it down towards the floor, Ann spread her feet wider and quickly pulled down her g-string to her knees, exposing her very wet pussy. Seconds later, the garment was discarded towards the 'dressing room' curtain, and she spun around, posing as the song ended. It was a different ending, in that Ann was facing me instead of what would have been the crowd if she'd been doing the performance at a basketball game. But then again, this was Barbara, and she was performing for me.

Crawling up onto the bed, Ann moved toward me silently, taking my dripping cock into her soft, delicate hand. Stroking it slowly, she looked up at me, her dark chocolate eyes pulsing with life with her rapidly beating heart. 



"Tell me Neil...how many bullets do you think you have in this big gun tonight," 'Barbara' said in a sultry voice...one eerily similar to the one Ann used in the bedroom.

"I hope a lot," I groaned.

"Mmm...me too. Do you think you can cum three times for me?" I nodded knowing that Ann wasn't going to settle for just two loads. And the way my balls were acting, I didn't think they would either. "Good...I want as much cum tonight as you can give me, starting right now."

Ann licked the head of my cock, slowly rolling her tongue around the mushroom edge. She was gripping the bottom of my shaft tight, making the veins of my prick stick out even more than they normally did. My cock was turning a deep shade of purple, and she moaned as she licked at it like a lollipop.

"Look how incredible your cock looks, Neil. I love how it throbs when I cut off the blood and trap it inside your shaft. How does it feel?" 

"It hurts," I said in a candid moment.

"Do you want me to stop?" she asked just before taking the top half of my shaft deep into her mouth, bobbing up and down a couple of times.

"God no...it feels so good too. It's...fuck, you're amazing!"

"Yeah...I thought you'd like it. I've learned a lot about sucking cocks, since I'm the 'head' cheerleader. All the boys want to fuck my pretty little cunt...but I won't let them. I just like to suck their balls dry. But I can tell you want to fuck me too, Neil. Mmm...I can feel your skin stretching, like your cock is getting even fatter in my hand," she giggled.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 77



Ann stood at the end of the bed with her hands on her sexy hips, looking at me for the longest time, trying to decide what to do. I was laying still, a little scared to move, which didn't make a lot of sense since it was Ann standing there. Sure she was wearing a red wig, playing the part of Barbara, a high-class escort from somewhere in Northern Virginia, but it was still Ann standing beneath that glorious, long red hair. Yet Ann was not just Barbara at the moment; she was Barbara, transitioning into... well, I wasn't sure yet. She was going to be my Dominatrix, which I'd agreed to in a moment of orgasm-induced haziness. Ann had planted that seed earlier, when she told me she had the items, and apparently the outfit, if that was something I was interested it. And while I had emphatically said, "no," when she first brought it up, there was something about the way Ann said it that made that seed stick. She came back to the subject later, watering that seed, telling me that the way I was lying on the bed made her think I wanted to be tied up and asking me if that was true. 

That seed took root when I answered her question with a positive response, catching Ann off guard for just a moment. Yet she recovered from her excitement about my sudden willingness to let her have control and quickly snapped back into character. Now, she was just making me wait there as she tried to decide what she really wanted to do. 

She was still dressed in her sexy dance team outfit from our high school days. Actually, it was even sexier since she'd made some naughty alterations to it. She'd pulled the top back down, covering her breasts, not letting me get any more free peeks. Breathing deeply, Ann's eyes were wide as she stared at my naked body, still covered with the sheen of sweat from the energetic fuck we'd just completed. Her glance moved over my throbbing cock, still hard from the magic she performed with her hands and mouth to keep me that way after cumming. 

I tried to remain quiet, but the way Ann was staring at me became a little unnerving. I finally caved, asking, "Is everything all right, Barbara?" 

Ann remained stoic, her smile gone, replaced by the stern glare that was fraying my nerves, yet I knew she wasn't pissed at me. I couldn't remember her really being pissed at me, but I knew that someday I'd do something to bring it about. When I did, the stare on her face might easily be the same. 

"My name...is Mistress Barbara. You may call me Domme...Mistress...or Mistress Barbara. And you will not speak unless I ask you to speak. Do you understand?" 

"Yes, Mistress Barbara," I said with a smile. 

Ann smiled back, letting me know that she wasn't going to be so strict it would take the fun out. "That's very good, Neil. What I've been trying to decide is if I can trust you so I can get dressed to start as your Mistress, or if I need to tie you up so I can take my time and get ready for you." 

~*~*~*~*~*~ 

I turned my head, looking at the rope that was tied to my left wrist. I pulled my hand toward me, testing the binding, wondering just how well Ann had tied the knot that was holding that arm in place. 

"Wow...she's really good at this," I said to myself, realizing there was truly no escape from the predicament I was in. The one I put MYSELF in. I'd already tested the job Ann had done on my other arm and both of my legs. Knowing that I was officially at her mercy, all I could do was wait and wonder if I'd proverbially bitten off more than I could chew. 

Barbara had decided that she didn't trust me. She said it was going to take her a little bit to transform from the High School 'head' cheerleader that loved to suck cock, to the Dominatrix that loved to torment her love slaves. In fact, she had said that she wanted to make sure she didn't go to all the trouble to make that transformation and find out there was no love slave to play with. 

So, Barbara said she was taking a bit of a shortcut. She really wanted to tie me up in her outfit, but she also didn't want to have me wait. Or, from the other perspective, she wanted me to wait...tied up. She blindfolded me first, saying that if I couldn't see her, it would allow her to become my Mistress right away, instead of waiting for her to be properly dressed. It seemed a bit of a stretch at first, but after she had tied one of my wrists, I realized that her logic actually worked. 

She was deliberate and methodical as she tied me into a spread eagle position again, much like the one I'd tied her in on the bed in Colorado, and how she and Tina tied me in the hotel in Indiana. Only this time, the binds were tighter, and...well, more perfect. I half wondered if she had gone to some knot-tying class, but it was more likely that just her personality shining through. She had a bit of a perfectionist streak, and she liked showing it off from time to time. 

When Barbara finished securing me to the big king-sized mattress, she got on the bed and leaned down to whispered in my ear. "I want you to close your eyes, Neil, and count to fifty. I'm going to take off the blindfold and I need time to go to the other room. "I'll be backing out of the room, so I'll know if you peek. If you do, it will mean more pain and less pleasure for you. Understand?" 

"Pain...I told you I wasn't into pain." 

I felt Barbara get off the bed, and she said, "No...you said you didn't like as much pain as your fiancée. And I'm guessing by the way you said that, she can take a lot and likes it that way. You knew when you signed up for this there was going to be SOME pain...right?" I thought about the question. She was asking it more as Ann and less as Barbara. It really wasn't a question that Barbara would ask. It seemed more like Ann wanted to make sure she didn't go too far. I had to process that in seconds and my mind was telling me that while she knew what my limits were, she didn't know how to tell me that without breaking character. My mind was also telling me that, no matter what, it was really Ann that was behind all of this...and I trusted her. 

"Yeah...I know there's going to be pain...which means I won't be peeking. I don't want any more than I have coming to me." 

I felt her on the bed again, her face close to mine. "Neil, you don't have any pain 'coming' to you. Any pain that I give you is going to be specifically intended to make the pleasure that I'm going to give you that much more incredible. Do you and Ann have a safe word that you use when you do this to her?" she asked. 

"Utah," I said softly. 

"That's interesting. I kind of like the irony of that." 

"It was her idea," I said, sort of forgetting that it was Ann I was telling that to. 

"Well, I'm going to push your limits, Neil. If I go beyond whatever that limit ends up being, you just say that word...or go "Uh...uh...uh" and I'll stop. I'm taking off the blindfold now...so start counting." 

"WAIT!" I called as she pulled off the blindfold. I snapped my eyes shut, clenching them tightly. "What's with the 'Uh...uh...uh'...why wouldn't I just say the word?" 

"Because, Neil...your mouth might be full," she giggled. 

I came dangerously close to opening my eyes when she said that, but I fought off that feeling, and started counting...slowly. I was taking no chance that I'd actually see her before she wanted me to. I almost just kept counting to be safe, but eventually I made it to 50 and I opened my eyes. 

I have no idea how long I waited. It seemed like forever, but I was sure it was at least fifteen minutes. I was starting to get anxious; so much so that I damn near came out of my skin when the phone rang. 

"Close your eyes, Neil. I need to answer the phone and I'm not ready yet." 

"Yes, Mistress Barbara," I said as I closed my eyes once again. Seconds later, the blindfold was back on. 

She picked up the phone and said, "This is Barbara." I can't tell you how much that stunned me. It wasn't just that the phone rang in Ann's room. It was answering in character that kind of scrambled my brain for a moment. There were a couple of 'Uh huh's' on Ann's part, but I couldn't tell what the conversation was about. 

Then she said, "I need you to do me a favor. Come to the room...right now. I can't say this over the phone. Hurry!" 

"What was that all about?" I asked, my curiosity once again getting the better of me. 

The next thing I knew, I was feeling the sharp sting of Barbara's hand, slapping my inner thigh near my nuts. "I told you...no talking unless I ask you a question, or tell you to speak!" 

"YES DOMME!" I said, reacting with the first thing that came to my mind. 

"Just for that, the blindfold stays on until I decide to let you see again." 

"That was a big mistake," I said to myself as I listened to her walk away. A minute or so later, I heard a knock at the door. 

~*~*~*~*~*~ 

Five minutes or so after the first knock at the door, there came the sound of another knock. Well, maybe that's how long it was. I had no idea really, being both blindfolded and a little nervous. All I knew was that I heard it open, and this time she let whoever it was come inside. There was some hushed talk, and some mumbling, but I couldn't tell who it was. I could only assume it was Heather...after all, who else could she have talked to on the phone, and then they arrive at the door a minute later. 

"God...maybe she brought Tina out with her," I said to myself as I thought of other possibilities. "Or she called Carol, and tonight's the night of our threesome," I thought again, coming up with other random scenarios to answer the question that was burning in the front of my brain. Heather made the most sense, but with Ann, who knew. 

I had one of those odd feelings come over me, as I lay helpless on the bed. The feeling that I was being watched...by someone other than Barbara. I had no way to prove it one way or the other, but I could feel the eyes leering at my body...eyeing my rigid cock as it twitched and pulsed. And those thoughts coursed through my brain like the blood pumping through the thick veins feeding my shaft, I got harder...if that was even possible. I was on display for whoever Barbara had let into the room, and there was nothing I could do about it...I'd never know who it was that saw me the way I was. Not unless she decided to tell me. 

The door closed, leaving me to wait... and worry. I wasn't worried about what she might do to me. I was sure whatever it turned out to be...I'd actually love it. I trusted her, and I knew that her love for me would be foremost in her mind no matter what we were doing. No...what worried me was whether I'd be able to live up to my end of the bargain. She was excited about doing this. It was evident in the way she'd reacted when I told her I wanted her to tie me up. Now, I just didn't want to disappoint her. I wanted to be as excited about this as she was. 

Honestly, I still was, yet as the minutes passed and the anticipation grew, the more anxious I became. It wasn't until I'd been alone for a longer period of time, knowing she was getting ready on the other side of that curtain that I realized that the feeling of trepidation I was going through was part of the excitement of the experience. Hell, I'd done the same thing, making her wait and wonder. The mind game was the biggest part of letting someone control your pleasure...and when that set in my head, I decided to embrace the whole adventure and let her, well...have me. 

I was getting hot...really hot. I hadn't noticed it at first, but the room temperature seemed to be higher than normal. Sure, it was October, and there was no need for the air conditioner. I'd actually run the heater in my room a couple of times, just to make it more comfortable, since I tended to be naked a lot while lounging around. However, the day had been a pleasant one, and it certainly wasn't cold outside. Yet she seemed to have the heater cranked for some reason and I could hear it running constantly, and I was starting to sweat. Some of it was from Barbara riding me earlier...but now I could feel the perspiration dripping down the sides of my body and my face. 

The feeling of the bed moving startled me again and I felt a hand on my right thigh, squeezing it. "Relax, Neil. It's just me," Barbara said, her mouth close to my ear. She was leaning across my wet, slick body, her tits grazing against my chest as she hovered over me. I could feel her body touching the very tip of my cock, rubbing against it as she licked my left ear with her sexy tongue. Then, she took my earlobe between her teeth and bit it, pulling gently, but firmly as she tugged. It felt so raw, seething of pure sex. 

I felt Barbara straddle my body, knees at my sides as her ass pressed back against my hard cock. I knew she was wearing some kind of boots that came way up on her legs, the soft leather nestled nest to the skin of my thighs as they were spread out wide; the top of her feet actually on top of my thighs as she got into place. My shaft wedged against the crack of her soft, smooth ass. Hoping to stimulate my cock, I wanted to move my pelvis and rub up against her. Barbara had other ideas. 

"WHOA!" I snapped as I felt something very cold on my right nipple. 

"Ssssh. Quiet, Neil. I don't want to have to punish my little love slave so soon," she said in a soothing voice, rubbing what could only have been an ice cube back and forth across my nipple. She kept doing it, making my little bud hard as the cube melted on my body. Then she started doing the same thing to my left nipple. I was moving my head back and forth, moaning as she continued to ice down the hard nubs on my chest. 

After she'd melted two complete ice cubes on each of my nipples, she got off of me and knelt beside my body. Leaning down, she kissed and sucked those nipples...abusing them with her teeth as she played with them. It hurt, and yet it was indescribable how amazing it felt to me. The combination of pain and pleasure was exquisite...so much more electric than I expected it to be. And then things took an even stranger turn. 

Barbara delicately dried off my hard nipples she said, "You seem to really like having your nipples played with, don't you, Neil?" 

"Yes, Mistress Barbara," I nodded, wincing a little as she pinched my left one. 

"Hmm...yes, you do. Unfortunately, I have other things I need to do to you, and that makes it hard for me to keep doing this," she said as she pinched my right. "So, I guess I'm going to have to find a way to give you what you want." 

I knew instantly what was coming. She was going to use the nipple clamps I'd used on her in Colorado. My guess was that was the purpose of the ice torture. My nipples weren't anything like hers, which were huge and always seemed to be erect. In a way, I was glad I couldn't see...so it would hide the fear I had in my eyes. As I expected, she grabbed my left nipple and placed it inside the clamp. Slowly, I felt the jaws tightening, knowing she was turning the little wheel. Feeling the teeth bit into my skin and squeeze, I winced, a growl escaping past my clenched teeth. When she finished with my left nipple, she did the same thing to my right. 

A few minutes later, I was somewhat used to the pain, at least to the point that I was wondering what was going to be next. Barbara was at the edge of the bed, doing who knows what. I knew she was over near the truck a couple of times, but now she was climbing back up onto the mattress, between my legs. 

I heard something snap, and by the sound of it, it sounded rubbery. And I soon found out it was a glove...on Barbara's right hand. She took my shaft, gripping it tightly...squeezing it like she had earlier when she tried to keep me hard after I'd cum for her. Just as quickly, she let go, and I felt her grab my big balls, squeezing them firmly...even giving them a little shake while she held them in her grip. 

As she let go of them, Barbara placed something on my chest. It was small, resting my sternum. Grasping my shaft again, her voice again sounded soft and soothing. 

"How are you holding up, Neil?" 

"I'm okay, Mistress," I groaned as she flicked at the clamps on my nipples. 

"Good. I'm going to try something that a friend of mine told me about. I've never used this before, but she said it's really, really effective. I can't wait to find out if she's right." I knew the moment that the stuff touched the skin of my balls that Barbara was using the stimulation cream I'd pilfered from Carol. Actually, Carol said I could have it, since she could always get more from Martina, who was the one that had put it on me the very first time. And I'd kept the tube that Carol had, knowing I'd want to use it on Ann the night I was going to tie her up...just like I did to Carol the night I'd gotten it. 

My mistake, as it were, was telling Ann about what I'd done to Carol with it...although I was sure Carol would have told her on her own if she'd gotten the chance to talk to Ann first, which was actually pretty likely, considering they were talking almost every day. But now, not only did Ann know what I did to Carol with the cream, she had to have an idea that I was going to do it to her too. Instead, she'd found a way to beat me to the punch. And my guess was that her partner in crime had to be Heather. 

"Payback's a bitch," I said to myself as she coated my cock and balls with the cream, thinking not only of what I was going to her on Thursday, but also to Heather the first chance I got. 

Barbara lifted my balls with her left hand, which was now also covered with a latex glove, and she started rubbing the salve on the tender area between my scrotum and my asshole. And then, she started putting it between spread cheeks of my ass itself, toying with my puckered rim with her fingertip. 

I tried to brace myself, because I knew what she wanted to do. And I could tell she was thinking about whether or not she should do it. It wasn't something we'd talked about. I'd had no problems when it came to invading her ass, but we never talked about reversing the roles. I wasn't into anything shoved up my ass...like a dildo or a plug of sorts. I didn't want to just give her a green light and let her think this was going to be a part of our everyday sex play. But, I'd be lying if I said that the idea of Barbara coating the inside of my ass with that lube didn't turn me on. Martina had done it to me...and as weird as it sounded, the intensity that it created inside me was...magical. 

Barbara slipped the very end of her finger inside my ass, literally feeling out the reaction she was going to get. I said nothing...and tried not to react. I was her plaything, and she knew that I had the word at the ready if I wanted to stop her. I also made sure I didn't smile. I lay there, tight lipped, trying to remain calm as she wiggled her finger a little to see what I'd do. Again, it helped that I blindfolded. Having to look into Barbara's eyes would have made what she was about to do more difficult, maybe for both of us. 

Turning her left hand over, Barbara grabbed my balls and shaft from underneath, pulling them toward my face like she was reaching down and pulling a carrot out of the ground. It was anything but gentle, and while I let out a little groan, that was followed by a low moan. She was into this, her Dominatrix persona coming through, even though I couldn't see her. Twisting the middle finger of her right hand, she slipped it deeper and deeper inside my ass, moving it back and forth. She wasn't massaging my prostrate like Martina had done, but that didn't stop her from taking the full tour like she was searching for it. And once she'd determined that I wasn't going to protest, Barbara started fucking with her finger. At that point, I almost did voice my objection. But just as soon as I was about to yell foul, and use my safe word, Barbara stopped, and I could hear the gloves coming off. 




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 77



With that, Barbara stuffed a pillow under my head to tilt it up a little, and then she yanked off the blindfold. I was startled once again, this time by the light. Even though the room was dark, my eyes couldn't adjust fast enough. By the time I'd finished blinking Barbara was back on the other side of the curtain. 

"We need to let that take effect, Neil. Just sit tight...it may start to feel hot, and it may start to tingle. That's normal, so don't panic." 

"Yes, Mistress Barbara," I called out as I stared at the ceiling. Then, under my breath, I said, "And you're going to feel the effects yourself when I get to do this to you, Annabelle." 

It actually wasn't said out of anger. It was more just being in the moment, and knowing that I'd get a chance at some kind of playful retribution in just a few short days. And just knowing that Ann and I would be doing what we were doing on opposite sides of the bondage fence had me excited. I knew that what we were doing was going to have Ann so on edge when she'd submit to me, that the fire inside her would be a raging inferno by then. 

Just like my crotch was. It felt like it was on fire, and yet, I wanted it. I was actually glad she had found a way to get the cream from my room, or wherever she'd gotten it. My vision had finally returned, and with my head wedged against the pillow the way it was, I was looking at my cock. It was frightening how big and menacing it looked with the veins popping out from the shaft. 

The hotter it felt like my crotch was getting, the warmer I became. My internal temperature seemed to be rising with the room, and my heightened level of horniness. I could feel the sweat running down my forehead, as well as rolling down my limbs, making the fitted sheet soaked beneath me. Yet that all seemed like a cool breeze compared to Ann. I'd never seen her look hotter than the moment she strutted through the curtain and walked to the end of the bed, standing in front of me with a devilish grin on her face. 

First, Barbara had found a way to pull the long red hair of her wig back into a ponytail. Add to that the darkened makeup around her eyes and the shading she'd down on her cheekbones, along with a darker red lipstick...well, her face looking stunning. And a little evil as well. She stood with her hands on her hips, her tits propped up in a black leather corset that exposed them. The corset zipped up the front, and closed at the top with a little silver lock to match the metal of the zipper. Below, Barbara was indeed wearing long, black stiletto boots made of leather, coming up past her knees to mid thigh. And yet she wore stockings inside them. Wide mesh fishnet stockings held in place by a black leather garter belt that she was wearing around her tiny waist. 

She had changed her jewelry, replacing the gold items she'd been wearing before, with silver. She had silver bracelets around her wrists, and silver hoop earrings on. And, she had a silver necklace, with a silver pendant dangling from it. It was an inch and a half long cock, about a quarter inch in width, complete with two big balls. It was there, hanging between her bare tits, which were also decorated. Well, her nipples were. Barbara was wearing a silver...well, it was a nipple chain. There were two little slip knot loops of sorts on each end. They were tightened around her nipples, leaving the chain to hang down in a gentle arc between the swollen nubs of her breasts. It was one of the hottest looking things I'd ever seen. 

And even that wasn't the part that had my cock almost bursting out of its skin. I looked at her crotch, which was uncovered, since she wasn't wearing any kind of thong or g-string. She was naked, her crotch framed by the black leather garter she was wearing. There, just above her pussy, was her wonderful landing strip of pubic hair. But instead of the golden blond strands that I expected to see, her soft hair was red...the same exact red that was adorning her head. She caught me staring at it, and she winked at me before moving to the trunk. 

Seconds later, Barbara was on her knees again, between my widely spread thighs, holding a couple of things up for me to see. 

"I'm going to put these on you, Neil. These are going to do for me what my hands were doing earlier. They're going to keep you hard for me." 

"I don't think I can be any harder," I said with a smirk. But I'd forgotten to call Ann by one of her proper names, and she shook her head. 

"Poor baby...now I have to do this," she said as she leaned over and twisted the little wheels on the nipple clamps, making them bit into my skin tighter. I winced, but kept from screaming out as the pain hit me. "Maybe that will help you remember." 

"Yes, Mistress Barbara," said as I looked up into her brown chocolate eyes. They seemed to be swirling, the reflections of the candles in the room shining off of them. Barbara smiled at me; a sweet, loving grin appearing as she reached down and stroked my cheek, her fingertips lingering there for a moment. I knew she wanted to tell me she loved me...she was saying it with her eyes. Then, she sighed and got back to work. 

"This is a ball strap," she said as held up a leather harness of sorts. It was a piece of leather, about a half-inch wide, and eight inches long. On one end, there was a single silver female snap, and two males next to it. On the other, there were 3 male snaps, for the single female one on the other side to latch onto. Hanging off of the middle of the long piece of leather was another smaller piece, in the shape of a 'Y'. The one end was attached to the eight inch piece, while the two parts that split off each had a female snap on the end of them. Barbara wrapped the half-inch wide strap around the base of my cock and pulled on it, making it very tight before locking it in place with one of the silver snaps it had along the top. Then she reached underneath, grabbing the other piece of leather and pulling it up through my scrotum. With the bottom of the 'Y' separated my balls from one another, the top ends of the 'Y' went around my shaft, and Barbara forcefully pulled on those ends, snapping them into place on the strap that was now acting like a collar for my manhood. 

With my cock effectively bound, I felt my balls getting tighter and tighter as the blood flow changed. I groaned as the pain hit, but once again I was surprised at how incredible it felt as well...especially when Barbara leaned down and licked at them as they protruded through the black leather restraint. 

"Mmm...your balls look so big, Neil. I bet they're busy making another big load of cum for your Mistress," Barbara cooed as she took one in her mouth and scraped her teeth over my delicate skin. 

"Oh...God!" I moaned, feeling her do the same to my other nut. 

"I'm more of a Goddess...so if you're going to pray for mercy, get it right," she said as she slapped the inside of my other thigh for speaking out of turn. Then she giggled as she got back up and hovered over my chest. "Have you learned the rules, yet, or do I need to keep reminding you?" 

"I understand them, Mistress Barbara," I said with a little shiver. "That's more like it," she said as she reached to my side, picking up something else. I tilted my head a little more as Barbara grabbed my cock, placing a rubber ring over the head. "This is a cock ring," she said as she slowly rolled it down my engorged shaft like a condom without the sheath.

The ring was slightly smaller in diameter than my cock, and when Barbara finally got it down to the base, I let out an audible whine. I could actually see the blood pumping through the thick veins along the shaft, and as Barbara ran her soft fingers gently up and down the length, my whole body started shaking. 

The sensitivity of my entire crotch had been heightened to a level that I'd never experienced before. Between the tight constraints my balls were now in, and the cock ring acting like a vise on the base of my shaft...not to mention the cream Barbara had coated me with, I was a mess. My cock was tingling; my mind convinced there were little needles prickling it all over. And my balls were churning, which made the strap seem to constrict more. As Barbara slowly stroked my shaft, I couldn't have been happier. I was thrilled to actually be with her, for one. And what she was doing to me was more exciting than it was painful. Sure, there was some pain and discomfort, but there was also that euphoric feeling you get when your body releases endorphins that the pain causes. And the helpless feeling I had from being tied up and lovingly abused had me on edge. I couldn't wait to see what she might do to me next. 

She pulled out another condom, this time hidden inside her corset between her perfect breasts. Her cock pendant was actually kind of pointing at the hiding place as Barbara pulled out the little wrapper and tore it open. Barbara put it in her mouth, holding her lips in a perfect 'O' shape as she leaned down over my shaft, which was sticking straight up like some phallic monument. Placing her open mouth over my head, I watched in amazement as she slowly put the condom on my using nothing but her talented mouth. 

When Barbara finished, she sat back, almost giddy with how well she'd done. But she quickly collected herself, reverting back to Dominatrix mode. "Well, now that you're properly dressed, I think I need to cum," she said as she got off the bed. 

I was hoping that meant that I would be cumming with her, but she had other ideas. Barbara moved a lounge chair that was next to the trunk over towards the bed, placing it between the window and me. She returned to the trunk, opening it up and pulling out a big vibrator. Standing next to me a second later, she looked down and smiled. 

"You know, you're still underdressed," she said as she stared into my eyes. "Here, hold this for me while I get the rest of your outfit." 

Barbara placed the vibrator in my mouth, making me hold it like I was sucking a cock as she went back to our toy chest. She returned with a slave collar, and something else that I couldn't make out. The collar was eerily similar to the leather strap around my balls and shaft. Barbara put it on me, whistling while she worked. She placed the other item next to my head, too close for me to actually see it. But she wasn't worried about that at the moment...she was too busy looking at her handiwork. 

"That's better," Barbara said with a little wink. "You know, you look good with that vibrator in your mouth, love slave. I wonder if I could just fuck it with it in your mouth." Then she giggled and took it out, throwing it on the chair. "Nah...I'll just make you eat me instead." 

Before I could say anything, Barbara climbed aboard and lowered her pussy over my mouth, grabbing my hair hard as she shoved my head into her wet snatch. I was forced to eat her pussy...not that I was complaining. I would have gladly done it on my own. But there was something so exciting about being 'made' to do it. In fact, that made me think of Ann, and how she loved me making HER do things. I'd never really gotten why that turned her so much, but I suddenly had a newfound appreciation for it. Not to the level that Ann did, but I understood it, and that made me feel closer to her. Of course, having Barbara sit on my face also brought me closer to her, in a much more literal sense. She wiggled her cunt over my mouth, and barked orders at me as to how she wanted me to, well...service her. A short time later, Barbara was arching her back as she pressed her body down harder, cumming on my face as I munched on her cunt. She let loose a flood, filling my mouth, making me swallow her sweet cum. 

Getting off of me, she sighed and said, "That was the worst pussy eating I've ever had!" I knew she was kidding me. Chastising me was all part of her dominating me, trying to make me feel belittled. She had cum so much I had a hard time not choking; the sudden burst hitting the back of my throat caught me a little off guard, making me cough a couple of times. But she was playing her 'Mistress Barbara' to the hilt, and she grabbed my balls and squeezed them as she stared into my eyes with a nasty grin. "If you want something done right, I suppose you have to do it yourself!" 

Barbara walked to the side of the room, and stunned me when she opened the curtains wide, including the sheer white ones that let light into the room, but still offered some privacy. It wasn't something I expected, and I panicked as I pulled at my restraints, thinking for some reason that I'd be able to get up. 

Not only were the curtains open, they were open on the side of the hotel that was next to the parking lot. A parking lot filled with lots of extra cars because it was a Friday night, and the band in the bar had drawn the usual big crowd. And...we weren't in my room, high above on the top floor of the hotel. We were on the first floor, at ground level, where anyone that walked past on the sidewalk could see in if they bothered to look. 

I started to say something, but Barbara walked back to the bed and put one hand over my mouth, her other taking my balls in her hands, digging her fingernails into the sensitive skin. "I'm not really interested in your opinion. If I want to show off that big fat cock of yours to the world, then that's what I'm going to do. Okay?" 

I nodded, and Barbara let go, grabbing the item next to my head. It was a ball gag, which caught me by surprise. Hell, ALL of the things she was using on me caught me by surprise. None of them were things that we'd gotten at the bridal shower. But there I was, having the red rubber ball stuffed in my mouth as she buckled it up on the other side of my head. 

"Now...sit there, and watch!" Barbara commanded as she picked up her vibrator and sat down in the soft recliner. 

Putting her legs over the arms, spreading them wide for me, Barbara began playing with her pussy, running the long plastic phallus through the folds of her splayed cunt. Her back was to the window, her body hidden by the chair as she exposed herself to me. I, however, was in plain sight. The candles in the room would draw attention to us if anyone were to pass by, as would the room being illuminated by the amber light of parking lot. There was no doubt in my mind that I was on display. 

Even though I'd been ordered to watch, I couldn't have taken my eyes off of her if I'd wanted to. Watching her masturbate herself with that vibrator was a magical experience. She'd use it like a dildo, fucking herself slowly at first, and then going faster, and faster, until her hand was a blur. She'd bring herself to the edge, ready to climax, and then she'd back off, leaving her chest heaving as she sucked air into her lungs to catch her breath. She did that three times, coming closer and closer, but never letting herself cum. She hadn't even turned on the vibrator, just using the thick plastic rod to fuck herself. 

The fourth time Barbara started that magical climb, she started playing with her nipples. First, she yanked on the little chain that was adorning them, stretching out her nubs. It made me think about my own nipples, and how much they were throbbing in the clamps that were pinching them for her pleasure...and some of my own pleasure as well. Barbara took off her decorative chain, setting it down next to the three candles that were on the table next to her, and she started abusing her nipples; pulling and twisting them almost violently as her passion became more intense before my eyes. 

Barbara was watching my twitching cock, pulsing beneath the clear condom that was covering it, and she muttered to herself. Pulling her nipples with her right hand, Barbara deftly switched on the vibrator and stuffed it inside her pussy, making sure she wedged it up against her swollen clit. 

She wasn't fucking herself with it. Instead, Barbara just held the vibrator deep inside her, making sure she lifted it ever so slightly to touch her clit harder. All the while, she scanned me up and down, looking at what she'd done...and how I was prepared for her whenever she decided she wanted to use my body. Barbara's eyes were half closed, and I knew she was drawing close to her orgasm again. The only question was whether she was going to allow herself to have it, or if she was going to continue to torture both of us by delaying it yet again. 

Letting go of her nipples, her right arm rested over the arm of the chair, the back of her fingers dangling against the wood of the table. Her left hand remained frozen, holding the vibrating shaft that was deep inside her, pressing it against her clit. I watched her tits rising and falling as her orgasm drew closer, but Barbara was holding out, waiting for it to come to her. She wasn't going to make any sudden move, like fucking herself with the vibrator, or fingering her clit to her climax. She was motionless, her long legs hanging there over the arms of the lounger in those sexy thigh high boots, spread wide for me to watch and admire. 

Barbara moved her hand, touching one of the three large white candles she had burning on the table. I shifted my gaze from her pussy, to her hand, to her eyes, connecting the dots along the way. She took the candle in her hand, and her eyes seemed to catch fire, lighting up as she held it in her hand. The passive, almost tranquil look she had on her face a just moment before as she waited for her orgasm transformed the second her fingers lifted the candle. 

I had a flash run through my brain, going back to the cabin in Colorado, where I'd tied up Ann and we'd had our first real, extended adventure into the world of bondage, and submission. Ann and I had played around a little before that, but that night in the mountains was our initiation of sorts, and it had turned out to be a more incredible experience than I ever would have imagined, for both of us. Now, we were kind of doing the same thing, only with Ann in charge, and as she held that candle I was starkly reminded of what I'd done to her. 

I prepared myself, thinking I'd be receiving some payback. After all, I'd just thought about that very kind of thing when she coated my cock with the cream, saying to myself that I was going to get even with her...and Heather. Now, those words were haunting me as I thought about her using the candle, and the hot wax it contained, on me like I had done to her. 

Yet as often as Ann and I were on the same page, Barbara didn't have the same thought that I did. She wasn't thinking about some kind of retribution. As she looked at me lying there, bound and at her mercy, Barbara seemed to be thinking of something else entirely. She was just thinking about it from a different perspective, and I should have known that considering how close she was to cumming. She was thinking about herself that night, and what she'd felt. I could see it in her eyes, blazing as they locked onto mine to make sure I was watching her. 

Barbara lifted the candle higher, bringing it over her body, holding it a good twelve inches above her left tit. Then, before she could change her mind, she tilted it, pouring a steady stream of hot, burning wax onto her skin. Barbara coated her breast, including her hard nipple, the wax flowing and molding to her body. If my mouth wasn't already forced open by the ball gag I was wearing, it would have done it on its own. Ann's head shook quickly from side to side as her body reacted to what she'd just done. Her jaw was clenched tight, air escaping past her slightly parted lips as the endorphins released inside her body. 

Barbara kept pouring the wax until she ran out, the flame flickering rapidly, before extinguishing itself in a burst of smoke. She quickly put down the candle and picked up a second one, covering her right breast in much the same way, and it was one of the most erotic things I'd ever seen. The way the white of the wax landed and moved along her dark tan body; it looked like I'd cum all over her tits about twenty times, and my straining cock was now ready with load twenty-one. 




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 77



Setting down the second candle, I though she was done with her self-torture, but she hadn't cum yet. As she picked up the third candle and held it over her hard abdomen, I knew she was seconds away. Barbara poured the wax from the candle on and around her pussy, and she let out a low hiss, her eyes closing as her tits rose up with her arching back. The orgasm that ran through her body was vicious; the long, powerful force of it making her eyes roll, and her limbs to shake. 

She dropped the candle, and it tumbled to the floor. Fortunately, the flame went out like the others had, and Barbara had used all the melted wax on her hot little cunt. She slumped in her chair, exhausted from the build up to her latest climax. She looked so incredible sitting there, and I wished for once that I were untied, if only to be able to take a picture of her like that. Instead, I took a mental photo as I watched her recover. 

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Barbara had been in the bathroom for at least fifteen minutes...maybe longer. And I was left in the same spot I'd been for the last...well, I really didn't know how long. I just knew my cock was still as she'd left it when she'd last touched it, putting a condom over my hard shaft. And my erection hadn't gone down any. If anything, I was harder than ever after what Barbara had just done. 

When she finally came around after cumming so hard, Barbara got up slowly and walked away silently though the little curtain she'd made, most likely to clean herself up. I didn't know for sure, but whatever it was, it was taking a long time. All I could do was lie there, and attempt to stay sane as I waited for her return. And the longer I waited, it seemed the hornier I got. For some reason, it seemed easier to wait on Ann to play with me when she was in the room, than having to wait on my own. It was kind of like when I went to a doctor or dentist. It was always easier to wait in the waiting room, around other people, than to wait by yourself in that little examination room.

But she didn't come out in the nurse outfit she mentioned earlier as one of her costume options. She was still Barbara the Dominatrix when she strutted back through the curtain. Not that she was exactly the same. She HAD removed all the wax from her sexy, lithe body. And she'd put the little chain back in place, the little lassos looping tightly around her nipples, linking them together. She also changed her footwear, removing the long thigh high boots she'd been wearing, replacing them with a pair of platform shoes with spiked heels that were at least 5 inches high. 

They were basically stripper shoes, but with Barbara wearing them with the leather corset and garter, and the black fishnet hose, she still had that Domme persona going as she walked slowly and carefully across the floor, towards the window. I sighed in relief, thinking she was going to close the curtains, or at the very least, turn off the heater, since the room had to be over 80 degrees. 

Instead, she stood in front of the open window, inches from it, showing the parking lot her naked breasts and bare pussy. She was in the shadows now that the candles were out, but the light of the parking lot still illuminated the room a little bit, and there was no doubt that she could be seen standing there like she was, posing like Wonder Woman with her hands on her hips. 

Barbara turned her head to look over at me, her long red ponytail flying. Staring at my dripping body, the sweat still pouring off of me, Ann shook her head and said, "Poor Neil...you look hot. Would you like me to cool you off?" I nodded my head, thinking that I couldn't stand it anymore. But I forgot what the outfit Barbara was wearing meant. She gave me an evil little laugh and opened the window as wide as it would go. "There...that should help a little," she said as she walked away from what was now a screened window. 

That changed things significantly. Now, not only was there a possibility that someone might see inside the room, they would be able to hear us. And that was FAR more likely than seeing us. But if they heard us, undoubtedly, they would wonder what the noise was, and then wonder for where it was coming from. Or they'd KNOW what the noise was, and they would certainly come looking to see where it was coming from. At least, I knew that's what I would do, if I heard the sounds of sex. 

Barbara walked over to the desk in the room, picking up the ice bucket that was there for the hotel guests to use. Remembering that she'd used a couple of ice cubes over an hour before when she'd first tied me up, I figured that there might be some inside. But then again, that was so long ago, and the room was so fucking thermal, they had to have melted by then. 

Climbing onto the bed, Barbara poured a little water from the bucket into the glass. She set the bucket down between my legs, the cold plastic resting against my balls, making me flinch. She smiled as she grabbed the back of my head, holding the glass to my mouth. Slipping the ball out of my lips for a moment, she gave me a long drink. 

"Better?" she asked. 

"Much. Thank you, Mistress Barbara," I said as I nodded. 

"Do you need any more?" she asked. 

"No, thank you, Mistress. I'm fine." 

Barbara wasted no time putting the gag back in place, saying "Good...now I know we won't be wasting the rest of this."

She dipped the glass back into the bucket of cold water, filling it. I'd been worried earlier that she might return the favor I'd given her over a month before and pour hot wax on my body. Instead, that was looking like a breeze as she held the glass over my chest. 

"You still look hot, Neil. I think I need to cool you off a little. Now, don't make any noise, or someone will most definitely hear you. And no matter what, I'm not closing the drapes...or the window," she said as she tilted the glass. I felt the splash of the ice cold water landing on my clamped nipples, and I moaned, fighting with myself not to scream out. Unlike when Barbara poured the wax in one steady stream over her tits, she was using the method I'd used before, dribbling out a little at a time. Barbara would drip the water onto my nipples, and my neck. She'd let it run down and pool in my navel. She poured it on my arms, letting it run down my armpits. Then she moved to my legs, and feet. Barbara was covering my body a little at a time, avoiding the most critical part...my crotch. 

But we both knew that was coming. All of the other droplets and splashes were just a prelude. Barbara was teasing me, dripping the cold water on my hot skin. In some cases, it felt good...but it was so cold, and the anticipation of when she'd drop it somewhere more sensitive was driving me insane. 

Barbara poured the last of the water from the bucket into the glass...and in essence, she blinded me after that, placing the bucket on my chest right in front of my face, blocking my view. And that's when my love went for the kill, so to speak. My shaft was insulated a little because of the condom, but that didn't stop her from dribbling water down it, and letting it run down over my balls, and down the crack of my spread ass. I yelped when she actually just poured some directly on my swollen nuts. 

Normally they would have retreated towards my body when they felt water that cold. And they tried, the natural reaction attempting to take place. But because they were held captive by the strap Barbara had placed around my cock and scrotum, there were helpless to seek shelter. And that had me screaming into my ball gag. 

"Ssshhh," Barbara said as she poured some more cold water onto my nuts. 

I thought for sure I was going to go soft, but Barbara anticipated that possibility, and she started stroking my shaft, even with the condom on, making sure I stayed rock hard. When she finished, she took the bucket, and the glass, and put them back on the desk. Climbing back onto the bed, she turned her back to me, getting on her knees as she squatted over my shaft. 

Looking over her shoulder, she said, "Are you ready to fuck me now?" As I nodded...the phone rang again. "Aw...looks like you'll have to wait a little longer, love slave." 

She hopped up, and walked calmly over to the phone. She kept her back to me, but I could tell as she talked that she was playing with her pussy. Barbara was being quiet, so I couldn't hear what she was saying...and in truth, the conversation didn't last that long. But it seemed like another eternity until she finally hung up and turned around, making a point to lick her fingers seductively, knowing I'd been watching what she was doing. 

"I ought to make you eat my pussy again to see if you've gotten any better at it...but I need more than that right now," Barbara said as she moved back to her trunk. She pulled out one of her many Antonio dildos, and I groaned, thinking I was going to be teased again. Not that I wouldn't have loved to watch her fuck herself with it...normally. But I was desperate, and the thought of waiting any longer was as excruciating as the pain in my cock and balls. But she fooled me again, getting back up on the bed and turning her back to me once more. Looking over her shoulder a second time, she said, "Since you didn't prove you were good enough to eat my pretty cunt, you're not worthy yet to fuck my pussy. You'll have to fuck my ass instead." 

It was just another one of her little slams to try and make the role playing more authentic. She probably felt like that was something that a Dominatrix would say, so she let it fly. I could tell in her eyes that it didn't set well with her as soon as it left her lips, but she wasn't going to change her mind. So, she put the fake cock down for a moment and spread her ass with her hands, lowering it over the tip of my prick. 

Thankfully, Barbara had greased her ass a little. It didn't take too long for her to stuff my entire cock into her backside. When her body weight was totally on me, my balls felt like they were going to burst from the pressure, but it was a hurt that was oh so sweet. I groaned, and grinned from behind the gag, thankful that no matter how much discomfort there was, I was finally getting fucked again. 

Barbara started riding my cock, slowly moving up and down until she got used to having my thick shaft wedged into her tight ass again. It had been a long time, and it seemed even longer. But after taking a couple of minutes to get comfortable, Barbara was slamming herself down onto my prick hard, grunting loudly each time she impaled herself over it. 

Just as soon as she started...Barbara stopped, resting with my cock stuffed deep inside her. She spread her knees a little wider, and reached for her trusty dildo, bringing it to her mouth. Barbara sucked on it for a moment, getting it slick with her saliva, and then she slowly eased it into her pussy. 

"Oh...GOD!" she said as she pushed the thick cock deep inside her cunt. I could feel the shaft of it moving against mine as Barbara started fucking herself with it. Instead of fucking me, she just leaning back with her left hand on my chest, using the fake cock with her right. She was totally stuffed, with my fat cock in her ass, and Antonio the dildo in her cunt...and she was in sex heaven. My body was shaking back and forth on the mattress as she rammed the cock in and out...the echo of the squeaking bed reverberating against the walls and out the window. 

I was amazed at Ann. Here was a woman that just a few months before confessed that when it came to sex, her expectations were of hoping that she'd get to cum. By and large, her selection of partners in bed had been selfish, and so when she did have an orgasm, she'd said she was satisfied. When we found each other during that fateful week in Indiana and fell in love, Ann had told me that she'd never had a multiple orgasm. In fact, I found out later that she'd never had more than one when she had sex, either multiple, as in back to back, or having a second one later on. She said she felt lucky just to get one that she thought that was normal. And I knew she was being completely honest when she said that. I told Ann that week that I considered that a challenge...and I went out of my way to prove to her that not only could she have more than one during a lovemaking session, she could actually have multiple ones. I gave her that experience the first chance I got, and I'd done it countless times since then, proving to her that it wasn't a fluke of some kind. And in the process of, well, training Ann that her body was capable of so much more than she ever knew sexually, she had totally expanded her horizons in the bedroom. Frankly, out of the bedroom too. 

So there she was, with my cock all the way in her ass, and a big, fat rubber one stuffed all the way in her pussy, and she was bringing herself to at least her fourth climax of the night. And I knew from the way she was acting that she was far from being done. 

"I've created a monster," I chuckled to myself as she neared yet another orgasm. 

"Oh...oh...I'm cumming. Oh...fuck! I'M CUMMMMMMMINNNNNGGGGG!" she screamed out. 

She was so loud, I was certain that anyone sleeping in a room on our hall heard her...not to mention anyone strolling in the parking lot. With the window open, and it being late at night, her voice would have carried forever. Ann came hard, shuddering as she let loose both verbally and physically. I only wished I could have cum with her. But Ann was still playing as Barbara...and Barbara had other intentions. 

Taking the cock out of her pussy, Barbara threw it off to the side and she lifted herself off my rigid pole. Taking off the condom, she discarded it with the last one, throwing it onto the floor as she pulled out a third one. As quickly as she'd taken one off, there was a fresh one on my cock. And just as quickly, Barbara hopped off the bed, walking back to the trunk, pulling out another Antonio model dildo. 

"That was good, Neil. You did much better that time. If you do well this time, I may even let you cum," she said with a wink. 

Barbara got back on top of me, placing her pussy against the very tip of my cock...using it to split her labia. She was facing me this time, and she just held herself there...teasing me as she rocked her hips back and forth. I tried to raise mine and fuck her, but I had been tied up so long, I had trouble moving. Barbara giggled as she felt my failed attempt, and heard me whine. 

"Don't worry, Neil. I'm going to fuck you. But I want to feel double stuffed again...so be patient." 

I had no choice, really. All I could do was watch as Barbara leaned forward and moved her hand behind her, placing the dildo against the entrance to her ass. Because I'd loosened her up, it didn't take her long at all to fully cram that thick piece of lifelike rubber into her ass. She didn't bother to fuck herself with it. Barbara just wanted to feel incredibly full like she had moments before. And that happened as she left the dildo inside her, holding the end with her hand as she slowly lowered her pussy over my shaft. 

"Oh my God, that feels good," Barbara hissed as she put her right hand on my hard abdomen and held herself still for a moment. 

"Mmm mmm," I moaned through my gag in agreement. She knew what I meant, and she smiled with her eyes closed at my reaction. 

Getting settled, Barbara started humping my engorged, strapped cock, hammering my balls with each long stroke as she dropped her full body weight on them. It was a pain that was sharp and stabbing in my crotch, and yet with each thrust down on my shaft, I had a spark of pleasure pulse through my body that was just indescribable. So much so, that I was getting very close to cumming. Dangerously close, according to Barbara. 

She sensed that I was near my orgasm, but she wasn't. And that wasn't going to do for my Mistress...not by a long shot. Barbara stopped and scolded me. 

"You will NOT cum before I do! UNDERSTAND!" she said as she reached down and twisted the wheels on the nipple clamps she'd placed on me, making them tighter. 

"UUUNNNNNNNNN!" I screamed into the ball gag, which really didn't stop the sound from coming out of my throat. 

"I cum first...always!" Barbara said as she started riding me again. 

My nipples felt like they were on fire, and that was enough to kill any chance of me cumming soon, which was exactly what she had intended. And yet as much as that burning feeling coursed through my chest and hit my other erogenous spots in sort of a chain reaction, the look on her face calmed me. For what she had just done, she was looking at me with love, and hope. I could tell she was worried that she'd just gone too far. I remembered feeling that way myself when I'd done one of any of a dozen different things to her. And she'd let me know that everything was fine. 

I knew I needed to do the same, but since I couldn't talk, I gave her a little wink, and smiled around the ball gag. She wiped away the little tear that had come from the corner of my eye from the initial shock of pain...and she smiled sweetly. I knew from that look that she was going to make up for what she'd just done. And just that look was enough for me. Believe it or not, I loved what she'd done to me so far, no matter how difficult it had been up to that point. 

Barbara started riding me again, using her athletic body to bounce up and down on my cock gracefully. She was rolling her hips a little with each stroke, increasing the pressure on her clit. As she did, she took her hand off my stomach, raising them both over her body. She took out the band in her hair...well, her fake hair, letting the long red tresses fall over her shoulders like some erotic dream. She threw the band to her right, and as she did, she froze...but only for a second. Then she started up again, and gave a little wave. 

"Enjoy the show," she said as she turned back toward me, her eyes wild with passion. 

I turned my head to the left, and my own eyes went wild. There, standing in front of our open window, was what looked to be a young, attractive couple in their early twenties. I couldn't get that good of a look, because of the way I was tied, and because they had their backs to the lights of the parking lot. So they were mostly shadowy figures that moved enough that you could tell they were both cute and/or handsome, depending on the gender you wished to look at. But I could tell that the girl was rubbing the guy's cock through his pants, and he was fondling one of her tits through her blouse. 

Barbara got visibly excited...to the point that she not only started riding me more energetically, she played to her audience. Her left hand went to her thigh, and she pulled out a little key from the elastic top of her left stocking. Seconds later, she was unlocking the little lock on her corset, casting it aside on the bed. She followed that by slowly unzipping it, and taking it off, throwing it toward the window, making the girl that was standing there flinch. But they didn't move away....they actually took a step closer. 

Lifting her right breast, Barbara took her nipple into her mouth, sucking on it wildly as she rocked her hips up and down on me. Taking the little chain that bound her nipples together, Barbara put it in her mouth, and lifted her chin, making her tits rise up and point more toward the ceiling. Leaning back farther, she put her hands on my knees and start pushing her body back onto my cock with long, heavy strokes that made her tits bounce, forcing her nipples to stretch even further from the chain clenched in her teeth. Every once in a while, she'd have to sneak a hand back behind her, pressing the fake cock deeper into her ass whenever it started to slip out a little. 

It was all too much. The voyeurs in our window set off a series of quick changes in how Ann and I had been fucking, the result being a fast, meteoric rise to our orgasms. True to her demand, Ann came first, screaming out inaudible words as she covered my latest condom with her warm cum. She kept riding me through her climax, making it last longer as she tried to get me off too. 




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 78



I'd like to thank my friend Annanova for taking on the huge task of editing for me. It's a move long overdue, as I've struggled with the chore of both writing and reviewing each chapter. I'm sure many of you might be saying 'What took you so long?', but I'm choosing the 'Better late than never' path. Thanks to my readers for your patience, and once again, thank you Annanova!

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Riding the elevator, I checked my reflection in the mirrored doors. It was distorted and vague, more of a shape than anything else. But I could see my outline and as I moved closer, I could sort of make out my face. 

"God...that's just what I feel like," I said as I stared at the unrecognizable blob that was staring back at me. 

In truth, I was a mess. I'd gotten back to my room a little after three in the morning and actually attempted to go to sleep. But I couldn't, tossing and turning most of the night as my brain flashed erotic images of Ann in a red wig through my mind. I kept replaying scenes of my night with 'Barbara', unable to shake them enough to fall asleep. And it didn't help that my cock had stayed hard as granite for what seemed like hours from the stimulation cream that Ann had rubbed all over it. Hell, my ass tingled all night because she'd put some in there as well. 

But that was just part of the reason for my sudden bout with insomnia. A very, very small part, really. What kept me up all night was the thought that the love of my life was five floors below me in another hotel room, and I was sleeping alone. Ann had pretended to be Barbara to the very end of the evening, and any hope I had that she'd stop the fantasy and join me upstairs went out the window with the message I'd gotten from Heather when I returned to my room.

Heather said that Ann was 'traveling' through the night on her way to meet me for breakfast. It was Ann's subtle way of telling me that the role playing she'd done for me wasn't going to be over until the morning. 

When I thought about it, I could come up with a couple of reasons why Ann had decided to keep us apart for the night. First, there was the way she approached our little sexual games. She played them out all the way, and stopping at the very end would have ruined what we'd done. Ann wanted the night to feel authentic, as much for herself as she did for me...and there was no way ending up in the same bed would have made that happen. 

The other reason was the same one I was feeling at the moment...pure exhaustion. I was sure Ann had expended a ton of energy not only setting up our night, but also executing it. And that didn't even include the nine-hour drive just to get to the hotel. She had to be tired. In Ann's mind, if we had gone to bed together, she might have felt obligated to do something as a couple. I didn't feel that way...I would have been happy just to be with her. But...between the first reason, and the second, I could sort of understand the way things played out 

That didn't mean I had to like it, though. Knowing Ann was so close, and yet to end up sleeping alone one more night...that was almost crushing. I missed her sexy body next to mine, her soft womanly curves pressing up against my muscled frame. I missed the smell of her skin, the perfume I'd come to lust over whenever I caught the slightest hint in the air. I missed the way Ann would moan softly when my hands would roam over her body during the night. I missed the sound of her cute snore whenever she was really tired. 

So, I didn't really sleep at first. I laid there and tried to sleep, but it seemed like forever before I actually drifted off. And that only happened when I switched my mindset. As I lay in that bed, I kept looking at the business card she handed me, holding it up in front of my face as I stared at the ceiling. Reading the name on the card over and over again, I saw Ann...as Barbara. And Barbara was the one downstairs in room 117. That's the way Ann wanted it, and after all she had done to give me such an incredible night, I had no right to argue with how she wanted it to end. 

The couple of hours of shut-eye that I'd managed were rudely interrupted by the wakeup call I'd sort of scheduled with Heather the night before. Sure, the voice of the young woman that was working the morning shift at the front desk was angelic, and it was enough to rouse me from my sleep in more ways than one...but it was the thought of Barbara transforming back into Ann that had me jumping out of my bed and bounding into the bathroom. I felt like a little kid on Christmas morning, the adrenaline running through my body as I took a quick shower and got myself ready.

Yet as I made my way towards the elevator, the euphoria I'd felt when first got up gave way to reality. I was tired, and I was little bit sore. I looked at the marks on my wrists, reminders of being tied to the bed for hours and used by Barbara. Other parts of my body were tender or hurt a little, although the pain was a good one, if that was possible. But the physical things I was feeling weren't the problem. I'd often woken up tired and sore after exerting a lot of energy the day or night before, although it was usually from some kind of sport instead of sex. What I was suddenly struggling with was more emotional. 

I wasn't really sure why, but I felt a little nervous as I walked up to the little sign at the front of the restaurant, telling me to wait to be seated. Some of it was from fatigue...but the butterflies in my stomach were more than that. I was so excited to see Ann, and yet I wasn't sure what to say to her about the night before. 

Before I could over-think things, a hostess came to the little podium and asked how many people were in my party. It struck me as odd, first in that I was the only one standing there, and second in that I didn't recognize her. I'd been staying at the hotel so long I was on a first name basis with a most of the staff. Then it occurred to me that I hadn't eaten in the restaurant before...I'd only ordered room service occasionally. 

Looking at my watch, I said, "I'm supposed to meet my fiancée for breakfast. She said she'd be here by..." 

"You must be, Neil," she said excitedly as she cut me off. "Right this way...Ann's waiting for you." 

I was led through the restaurant, past groups of people already eating and several empty tables. As we turned a corner, I caught my first glimpse of Ann. She was sitting at a little corner table for two, sipping from a glass of water. Her long, curly brown hair was flowing over her shoulders and her dark eyes lit up as soon as she saw me. Standing up, she ran over to me, almost vaulting into my arms. 

"UGH," I said as the pain hit me, my sore body reacting to Ann's tight hug. 

"Are you okay?" she asked, a worried look on her face. 

I had a choice to make. I could say something to the effect that Ann should know why I was wincing, because she kind of caused it. Or...I could continue to pretend that the woman I'd spent the previous night with was Barbara, a high-priced escort that Ann had hired to keep me company until she arrived. 

In truth, I had a thousand questions I wanted to ask Ann about what we'd done. They came flooding into my head, from how she came up with the name 'Barbara', to where all the new toys came from. And then there were the 998 questions in between. 

Yet as much as I wanted to learn all about what Ann had done and how she'd done it, I also had a feeling inside me when I looked into her yes. I sensed somehow that she wanted it left alone, at least for now. It was an instant reaction, but a strong one, so instead of starting a long question and answer session, I decided to go with my gut. She had done all of the things she'd done the night before for a reason; I wasn't going to be the one to spoil all of that now. 

"I'm fine, Ann. I just didn't sleep very well last night...I was worried about you driving all night long to get here. I know you don't like driving at night." 

"No...I don't," Ann smiled...and I could tell in that smile that she was thrilled I was continuing to pretend. "I probably shouldn't have...but I couldn't wait to be here. I'm so happy to be back in your arms again." 

Ann gave me a long loving kiss that seemed to last a week. When she finally broke it off, she took a deep breath, sighed and sat down at the table, motioning for me to join her. Before we could really start to talk, our waitress was there. I looked at Ann, and she nodded, our thoughts once again aligning. Instead of dragging out process, we ordered our food right then. I was more tired than hungry anyway, so I didn't need to mull over a menu. I ordered an omelet and toast, and Ann smiled, saying she'd have the same. Oddly, we both avoided coffee, settling for orange juice instead. 

"You don't want any coffee?" I asked, surprised. 

"I could say the same thing to you," Ann said with a grin. "Actually, what I want... is to eat and then go to bed. It was a long night. I'm really tired." 

"Me too," I said sincerely. The thought of going back to bed...with Ann, sounded very nice. And that had nothing to do with sex. I really was tired, and I knew I'd sleep better with Ann next to me. 

We made small talk as we waited for the food to arrive. I could tell Ann was happy that I continued to pretend I'd spent the night before with Barbara instead of her. Besides, I'd already decided I wasn't going to broach that subject for a while...at least not on my own. Instead, I started out in an entirely different direction. 

"So...everyone in California is okay?" I asked, wondering about the earthquake earlier in the week. 

"Yeah...they seem to be. Physically, anyway. I think there are some that are still in shock, and there's a lot of emotional pain. It's taking Sonya forever to get to work now because the Bay Bridge is out. A couple of our friends are dealing with minor property damage, and that's an issue. But I talked to Aunt Helen and then I talked to Billie...and from what they told me, everyone I haven't talked to personally is apparently okay." 

"What about Rose...how did you find out about her?" 

"I called her myself. It took me a while to get through to her because she's in an area that was hit pretty hard. She's fine...but the store is a mess." 

"Damaged pretty bad?" I asked. 

"HA...no. The shop survived pretty much unscathed. But she's using it as a shelter for missing pets. People are bringing cats and dogs they find wandering in the neighborhood to her store, and she's taking care of them until they can be reunited with their owners. She said it's a little chaotic, but she's making it work. And she loves that she's helping her community in some way." 

"Wow...I never thought of how the earthquake impacted pets. That has to be awful." 

"Yeah...but Rose said it's been incredible when an owner comes in and finds their pet. It's like whatever else they lost in the earthquake doesn't matter anymore, because they've been given back a part of their family they thought they lost." 

"That is so...I don't even have the words," I said, getting a little misty. 

"I know...Rose is pretty special. It was great talking to her." 

"Was she surprised you called?" 

Ann smiled. "She was then. She's not now." 

I knew what Ann meant. It was part of her internal friendship code. She had befriended Rose, feeling a real connection. Sure, Ann had gone out of her way to promote Rose's store from afar, handing out some of her business cards to several people. But Ann did that because she thought of Rose as a friend, not just a working woman who was trying to make her mark on the world. When Ann called her, Rose found out just what friendship was really all about. 

Ann said Rose broke down and cried when she realized it was her on the phone, and that she and I were genuinely concerned about her. And that led to a loving lecture on Ann's part about how she viewed being friends. 

Ann grinned and said, "That's when she said she should have known, because of what happened when Todd and Gracie came to see her." 

"The Armstrongs?" I said with a grin. 

"Yeah. Two weeks after we were in Rose's shop, Todd and Gracie walked in." 

"They did...why?" 

"To get some film developed," Ann winked. "And they wanted to meet with Rose." 

"You mean they wanted to meet her?" 

"And meet WITH her." 

"What are you talking about?" 

"Todd and Gracie introduced themselves as friends of ours. And then Todd said something about Rose being a struggling business owner." 

"Where did he get that from?" 

"Me. I mentioned it when we were having breakfast that morning, remember? I guess Gracie took that to heart. She's been looking for ways to invest back into the city, kind of a tax shelter thing for her and Todd. They're rich, but I got the impression from Rose that Gracie is one of the reasons. The woman understands money and how it works. Anyway, she asked Rose if she would be interested in having a silent, capitalist partner...someone that would give her access to better resources in marketing and financial backing." 

"And?" 

"And...Gracie is now Rose's financial advisor. Rose wasn't comfortable with them just footing the bills. She's independent and she likes it that way. But she isn't stupid...she knew an opportunity when she saw one. So, they struck up a partnership of sorts. Todd convinced her that they weren't interested in taking over calling the shots. They loved her work and saw some potential. He told Rose that he had a helping hand when he first started out, and he wanted to do the same for others...provided the person had a good idea and they showed the right work ethic." 

"So...that's how you got the Armstrongs' number?" 

"Yeah...Rose gave it to me and I called Gracie right after I got off the phone with her." 

"How did that go?" 

"She was surprised too. But not as much as Rose was." 

"Why's that?" 

"Because, Gracie said we called her and Todd friends when we were with them and they could tell that we meant it. So, she wasn't so much surprised that I called...she was more thankful." 

"Thankful?" 

"Yeah. I guess being a millionaire couple can be a little lonely," Ann laughed. "Gracie said they have tons of friends, but other than their kids, I was the first one to call from out of the area to see if they were okay. I guess that hit home with her." 

"Nobody called them?" 

"Well, friends that lived close by did and they called friends too. That's what you do when a disaster happens; you start calling and checking on people. But Gracie said it surprised her that a couple of days went by and no one from out of state called them at all. And they have a condo in an area that got hit hard." 

"Wait...they're millionaires, and they live in a condo?" 

"That's one of their places, Neil. It's in the city but they're there a lot. They just happened to be at their house in Napa when the quake hit. But none of their friends from across the country would have known that." 

"Well maybe that's it. If they have more than one home, maybe their friends didn't know where to call." 

"They have call forwarding, baby. That's how I got in touch with them. Anyway, Gracie said she was thrilled that we thought enough of them to call and that they were right about us really being friends. And I guess I can understand that. We only met them that one day...well, two. You know what I mean. Anyway, I know I'm different. I take friendship a little too seriously sometimes." 

"Actually, I think you're the one that's got it right, Ann. That's why it affected Gracie so much. You get it...and the other people she's considered her friends a lot longer don't. That probably stings a little." 

"Yeah...I suppose. Anyway, if you had any doubt before, Todd and Gracie are definitely our real friends now. And so is Rose." 

"Well, I WAS a little surprised that you called Gracie. I know we said they were friends, but I figured they were going to turn out to be more like acquaintances. Leave it to you to prove me wrong, although I'm glad I was wrong." 

Ann started to say something, but our waitress showed up with our breakfast. We spent a few quiet moments doctoring our food with a dash of salt and pepper and I put some strawberry preserves on my toast. When we started eating, Ann took the momentary pause in our conversation as a way move on to a different subject, going straight for the big change, ignoring any subtle hints or vague innuendo. 

She waited until just the right moment, when I was taking the first bite of my omelet. 

"So...did you have a good time with Barbara last night, Neil?" 

~*~*~*~*~*~ 

I'd never taken so long to chew my food in my life. I watched Ann as my mouth worked on the bite of omelet like I was chewing a two-dollar steak. All the while, I was trying to read her, so that when I finally swallowed, I'd be able to answer the question correctly. 

Of course, I KNEW the answer to Ann's question. I just didn't know if I was supposed to say it. The entire subject seemed so odd, what with Ann actually being the Barbara she referred to. I felt my fork cutting off another bite of my omelet, ready to stab it quickly in case I needed to stall for more time. But I realized that would be rude. Ann asked me a question, and she deserved an answer. So, I gave her one. 

"Yes...I did," I said, playing coy. I decided if Ann wanted to talk about what happened between us the night before, I'd make her force it out of me. Or more accurately, I'd let her lead me along the path she wanted to go. 

"That's it...no details?" she said with a little laugh. 

"What would you like to know?" I said as I took that second bite. 

"Did you enjoy it?" 

"What's 'it'?" 

"The experience...being with an escort?" 

"Well, Barbara is a lot like you. She just has a job that's a lot different than most. But to be honest, she's beautiful, intelligent, funny, sensuous, sexual...so yes, I enjoyed being with her." 

"Was she worth a thousand dollars?" 

"I don't know, Ann. I've never been with an escort before, so I don't have anything to compare her against. But I will say, if she was worth a thousand, that would make you worth a million," I winked. 

"Aw...that's so sweet. I think," she giggled. 

"Any other questions?" I asked as I took a bite of my wheat toast. 

"Well, I don't think it would be fair of me to ask for the blow-by-blow details of your night with Barbara. I didn't hire her for that." 

"Why did you hire her?" 

"Because I felt guilty about not being able to be here sooner and you'd gone long enough without getting laid." 

"But you got here today, Ann. I could have waited one more day." 

"Maybe...but it seemed like a good idea at the time. Besides, it looks like you had a good time," Ann said as she pointed at the rope marks on my left wrist. "Did you request that, or did you just get in over your head?" 

"Barbara would never have done anything that I didn't ask for, Ann. She tied me up because I asked her to." 

"Hmm...that's interesting. Is there something you want to tell me? 

"Not really...why?" I said, seeing just how badly Ann wanted me to delve into that part of the evening. The truth was I didn't mind letting Ann tie me up and, well...dominate me. It wasn't something that I enjoyed so much that I'd be looking to do it again. So I didn't want to give her the impression that I was. 

"You know...I said it wasn't something I needed to know and I don't. I'm just glad you had fun. Do you think I'm horrible for setting it up...are you upset?" 

"No. Like I said, I had a good time. Barbara was wonderful...and it was an amazing night. But it was only amazing BECAUSE you set it up for me." 

"Is it something you'd ever consider doing again sometime?" Ann asked, actually biting her lip nervously. 

"Yeah...maybe I would, if you were okay with it. I'd probably try different things though. Barbara said she does threesomes, so maybe we could both be with her," I said, throwing out an impossible fantasy. "But I think before I'd ever let you hire Barbara again, I might want to hire a gigolo for you...they have MALE escorts too, you know." 




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 78



Ann dropped her fork on her plate when she heard me say that and I could tell I'd just hit on a new little fantasy that we'd probably be playing one day. For the moment, we let that subject drop just like that fork, mostly because the waitress showed up with our check. 

A few minutes later, we were riding up the elevator, my arms around Ann holding her close to my beating chest. She had her head against me, her eyes closed as she slowly breathed in and out. 

We walked down the long hallway, my right arm around her shoulder, her left arm around my waist. Ann yawned and as one would expect, I quickly followed. We were both tired and it showed as we sort of lumbered our way to the door of my room...well, our room, at least for the rest of the week. 

I placed the key into the door, and opened it, not bothering to turn on the light. But I knew right away that things in the room were different than when I left. That wasn't just because housekeeping had come into the room to make the beds and clean. As Ann and I moved from the little hallway into the bedroom, I noticed our large toy chest at the foot of the bed closest to us. It was hard not to notice it, since it was so big and ornate, the big brass lock drawing even more attention to it. 

Stopping in my tracks, I looked at Ann, who said, "I thought it would be nice if I brought our toy chest, in case you wanted to play this week." 

"But how did you get it up here?" I asked. 

"We can talk about that later, baby. I really need some sleep, and I can tell you do too." 

And she was right. I was tired. So tired, that the thought of opening the chest to get out some toys to play with wasn't as appealing at the moment as spooning with my naked fiancée. I longed to lie beside Ann, her body nestled up against mine, clutching her to me as we fell asleep together. That seemed to be what she had in mind as well. 

Ann wasted no time, starting to undress as she looked at the beds. "Which one is the sex bed?" she said with a little wink. 

Pointing at the one with the trunk guarding it, I said, 'That one," as I took off my shirt. 

"Mmm...just so you know baby...that bed is going to get a lot of action this week. But right now I want to use that one," she said as she pointed to the bed nearest the window. 

I finishes undressing and moved to turn down the bed. When I looked back at Ann, she was just standing upright, having peeled her tight jeans from her long sexy legs. Watching her naked body as she stepped out of her Levi's, my mouth fell open.

"What?" she said as she looked down at herself, sort of self-conscious from the way I was staring at her with my mouth agape. 

I laughed and said, "Nothing babe. You're just a pleasant sight for my tired eyes, that's all." 

Ann ran her hand across her abdomen, brushing her smooth, silky skin several times. "Good...I was beginning to think I had something on me." 

I picked her up, cradling her in my arms as I literally swept her off her feet. She let out a little squeal as I threw her onto the bed and climbed in with her. "You don't have anything on you right now, babe. But you might later today...all depends on where you feel like letting me cum." 

"Mmm...that sounds naughty. I may have to go to sleep as Ann, and wake up as Anna." 

"You're already Anna," I said as I drew her to me and kissed her. Then I rolled her over and pressed up against her, adjusting our bodies to spoon. 

"I love you, Neil," Ann said, interlacing her fingers with mine as they gently played with the little strip of golden hair above her pussy. The very same hair that just the night before was the most amazing shade of red, matching perfectly with the wig she had been wearing. At some point after I'd left the room, Ann had dyed her landing strip, going back to the blonde I'd become accustomed to. 

"I love you too, babe," I said, closing my eyes so I could go to sleep dreaming of the sexy woman in my arms...the one who went to such amazing lengths to make my life so perfect. 

~*~*~*~*~*~ 

Ann was bouncing up and down in the passenger seat of my car like a little girl going to her first teen idol concert. 

"Are you REALLY taking me shopping?" she asked for the fifth time. 

"Yes...I'm taking you shopping. Why is that so hard to believe?" 

"I don't know. Probably because I've never had a boyfriend take me shopping before on his own. I always had to drag them along." 

"Well, see, there's the reason you don't believe me." 

"Why's that?" 

"Because...I'm not your boyfriend, Anna. I'm your fiancé." 

"God, I love you SO much!" Ann said with a girlish giggle. 

We'd woken up about five hours after going to bed, having taken the ultimate power nap. But instead of just fucking each other silly right away, I told Ann I wanted to take her out while it was still light outside. So, we took each took showers and got dressed so I could take her out to see some sights around town. 

I drove Ann to an outlet center that Tina had scoped out during our 'mission'. It was housed in a huge four-story factory in the middle an old industrial center that had been converted into a trendy shopping district, just off one of the main streets running through the downtown area. There were all kinds of name brand outlets intermingled with stylish accessories stores and clever craft shops. There was also a dozen or so little eateries and specialty food shops scattered about the place. 

Tina had discovered the place when Ann asked her to scout out the town, wanting her to find out what the area had to offer so Ann wouldn't feel like she was walking in blind. It was hard enough for Ann to move from a place she loved so much back to Indiana. But she at least knew Indiana, having lived there before. Moving to a place she'd never been to would be asking a lot. The information that Tina had gathered helped Ann make a more educated decision. 

It also helped that Tina loved the town herself. In a way, that helped sell Ann on it, because she trusted Tina. Not that Ann didn't trust me...but Tina could give her a woman's perspective, which was something that I knew she needed. Tina did that, and more. 

Ann had also talked extensively to Carol, getting more feedback as well as personal details that Tina didn't have. Carol had lived in the area her whole life and she gave Ann the real scoop on the town and the surrounding area, both good and bad. All of that made Ann feel more comfortable. As we drove through the streets lined with huge trees and old, stately homes, Ann was looking around, taking it all in. 

"It's so beautiful here," she said as we passed a huge city park, the deep green grass perfectly manicured. 

"Yeah...the scenery is pretty spectacular. Fall is so amazing with the leaves changing colors." 

"I know...I LOVE the mountains, Neil. They're so different than the ones in California." 

"I really hope you're going to like it here, Ann. I want you to feel comfortable." 

"I'm going to love it here...because YOU'RE here." 

"You say that now...but it's still going to be our home, and I want you to be happy." 

"I AM happy, Neil. And I'm going to be happy because of how you treat me. You're taking me shopping now and I didn't have to ask you. Trust me...I'm going to do everything I can to make you happy because of how wonderful you are to me." 

I hoped, and actually prayed, that what Ann said would be true. I wanted her to be happy and I hated the thought that I might bring her somewhere she'd end up being miserable. I doubted that could happen, because of Ann's personality and the way she lived life. She seemed to bring happiness with her wherever she went. But if there were any possibility that she'd end up hating where we were going to live, for whatever reason, I'd be looking for a new job somewhere else. I wouldn't be able to live with knowing Ann was unhappy. 

Yet Ann seemed find every street we drove down more charming than the last. And when we pulled into the parking lot of the outlet center, she was practically giddy. 

"OH MY GOD...this place is soooo COOL!" she said as she saw the building. 

"Yeah...they really did an amazing job of remodeling it," I said as I pulled into a spot and parked the car. 

When I opened the door for her, she said, "Is this where Tina got her shoes?" 

She was referring to the hot stilettos Tina purchased to go along with the red dress that Ann had found for her. "Yeah...I think so. There are more stores across the street and another outlet center near the hotel, but I think she said she got them here...why?" 

"Just wondering. I'm just excited...she said there are a lot of great stores in here." 

"Well, let's go see for ourselves," I said as I held out my arm for her. 

Ann and I walked in the main entrance and started making our way around the wooden floors of the first level, marveling at how open and clean the place looked. The outside of the building seemed to be all windows which let in the natural light, making the place sort of sparkle. The hallways lined the windows with the stores on the interior. Ann put her head on my shoulder, holding my arm as we walked. 

"Neil...can I ask you a question?" Ann asked after we'd walked up to the second floor so we could browse around some more stores. 

"Sure, babe...what is it?" 

"Did you really mean to bring me shopping?" 

"We're here, aren't we?" 

"Yeah...but we could be back at the hotel right now...you know. And..." 

"Ann...it's not like I don't want to make love to you, if that's you mean. I just wanted to show you some of the town." 

"I know...but we've been apart for three weeks, and I kind of thought..." 

"I'm sorry, Ann. I just figured after last night..." 

"I wasn't with you last night, Neil. Barbara was," she said with a little wink. 

A sly grin flashed across my face when I realized what she was getting at. "Aw...babe, I'm so sorry. You're right...that was so selfish of me." 

Ann snickered for a second and said, "It's okay. I just wanted to make sure you really wanted to bring me shopping...I'm not used to the idea of that yet." 

"Well, you should get used to it. You ought to know by now that I'm not like the other guys you've been with." 

Ann got on her toes and kissed me on the cheek. "I know baby. I know." 

We covered the rest of the second floor then went up a flight of stairs to yet another level, going from store to store to see what they had in the outlet center. Ann seemed to be looking for some store in particular. I assumed it was the shoe store where Tina had bought her fuck me pumps, but there were a lot of shoe stores, and we'd yet to really walk into one. 

Going up one last flight, we strolled along the halls of the top floor and I could sense Ann was a little frustrated, but she didn't say anything. In fact, she was still beaming and bubbly. Still, there was an underlying vibe I was getting that told me she was just a little pent up. The way she was clinging to me, kind of humming happily, made me think that maybe I was probably wrong. 

We took the elevator to the main floor and to my surprise, we were still empty-handed. Ann hadn't seemed all that interested in shopping. We'd only gone in to about a dozen stores. She was just looking and I couldn't figure out what she was looking for. At one point, I thought maybe I should just take her back to the hotel and do what she'd suggested. The thought of making love certainly wasn't a bad one and the more it crept into my mind, the more I wanted to. 

When Ann said she was hungry, I realized I was too and that thought suddenly took precedence over sex. We stepped off the elevator and walked around the bottom floor, looking for a place to eat, finally finding one in the center of the building. It seemed to be an incredible deli, so we went in. 

Just inside the door was a little brochure display where Ann found a map of the outlet center, listing all its stores. She flashed a quick, happy grin as she glanced at it before folding it and putting it in the back pocket of her jeans. Five minutes after placing our order, we sat down, each of us with a custom-made sandwich and organic chips. 

"This is delicious," Ann said, taking another bite of her turkey club sandwich. 

I swallowed a bite of my Philly cheese steak and said, "So is this. Here...try some." 

Ann moved back a second and said, "Are you serious?" 

"Sure...why?" 

"I don't know...some people freak out about sharing food like that." 

"Do you?" 

"Well...no. But I don't remember ever having someone offer..." 

"Again, babe...I'm not like most guys. Besides, I plan on kissing that pretty little mouth of yours several times a day, EVERY day, for the rest of my life. I don't care about your germs, lover. I only care about you." 

With that, I put my sandwich in front of Ann's grinning face so she could take a big bite. She chewed it, moaning, then happily offered me a bite of her sandwich and we shared a little laugh. 

If it was possible, Ann's mood got even better. She was practically beaming as she sat across from me at the little table. She pulled out the brochure she'd gotten when we walked in and was looking it over. 

"Oh my God...there's another whole building," she said with a gasp. 

"I told you that when we got here, Ann. It's across the street," 

"Ohhhhh," she said as she folded the paper again and stuffed it back into her pocket.

"Did you find what you were looking for?" I laughed. 

"No...but I will. Can...can I ask you another question?" she asked, almost nervously. 

"Sure Ann...you don't have to ask permission. It's me." 

"How...how much can I...spend?" 

"What?" 

"Today...how much can I, you know...what's our budget today?" 

A little stunned by the question, I wondered, "How much do you want to spend?" 

"I don't have any idea...I just want to know what the limit is so I don't put us..." 

"Ann...we don't even have a house yet. Or any bills to speak of. We don't have a budget. I know we will, but as long as we don't go crazy, buy what you want." 

"I love you for saying that, but do you have a number in mind?" 

Standing, I took the tray and dumped the garbage before returning to help Ann from her chair. Taking her into my arms, I gave her a long, soulful kiss right there in the middle of the deli. 

I looked deep into the big brown eyes Ann was batting at me when we broke off the kiss, and I said, "Babe...I just spent a thousand dollars last night on a hooker. I'm pretty sure the sky's the limit for you after I did that." 

"Don't call her that, Neil! Barbara is an escort," Ann said, giving me a playful slug on the arm. "And you really don't mean that I can spend anything I want. So tell me the truth...how much?" 

I felt the mood shifting significantly, the sexual tension starting to rise like I knew it would at some point. I could see it in her eyes and the way she was moving her body against me. She had that naughty look on her face that always gave me an instant hard-on, the huge bulge I was suddenly sporting in my jeans being Exhibit A. With Ann feeling naughty, that changed what I called her. 

"Anna...I just said I spent a thousand dollars on Barbara. How can I say you can spend any less than I did?" 

Ann's reaction to me calling her Anna was quick, but noticeable. It was like I'd just raised the stakes, yet she was still going to play out the hand. "You're telling me you're going to let me spend a thousand dollars on whatever I want today?" 

I shrugged and said, "It's your money too. If you want to spend that much, I'm not going to argue. Trust me...I know I got my money's worth last night," I winked. 

She literally shivered as my words hit her. I'd meant what I said. If Ann wanted to continue to pretend that she'd been Barbara the night before, and that Barbara was supposed to be a real person, I wanted Ann to know that Barbara had done her job, and done it very well. And...what Barbara had done to me, and for me, had been worth every penny. 

I knew that Ann had a thousand dollars in cash on her...or at least, she had it the night before. I'd given her five hundred-dollar bills and she'd placed those inside five others, which were supposed to represent the down payment that Heather had to pay Barbara just to set up the night. So, I gave her the money, telling her that I wanted more than just her company at dinner. And 'Barbara' hadn't disappointed me. She'd told me she was a professional, and that she was good at her job. Although I didn't have any other experience being with an escort...or any other type of call girl for that matter, I knew enough about sex to know that I'd indeed gotten a bargain. 

I told Ann that with my eyes as she held my hand. And that made her eyes sparkle like diamonds in a spotlight. 

"Soooo...you're really telling me that I can spend a grand today?" 

I didn't want to ruin the fantasy...the notion that Barbara was real. However, I also wanted Ann to know that I knew what SHE had done as Barbara. I guess, in a way, I was speaking to Ann and Barbara at the same time when I said, "We both work, Anna. Well...you were working, and until you get out here, I'm sure you'll find a way to make a little money on the side. The bottom line is, it's our money...and if you want to spend a thousand dollars, it's okay, because I know you EARNED it." 

I squeezed Ann's hands when I told her she'd earned it, wanting her to feel the words as both Ann and Barbara. She immediately got what I'd said, and what I'd meant. I supposed I could have been surprised that she had, but I wasn't. Frankly, I expected her to...just another instance of connecting with Ann on a level far beyond that of any woman I'd ever been with. I'd have been more surprised if she DIDN'T pick up on what I meant. 

Ann's eyes lit up and she pulled the little brochure from her back pocket as we walked hand in hand out of the deli. Then she reached into the front pocket of those tight jeans retrieving something else. Flashing me the big wad of cash from the night before, she said, "Let's go shopping baby. I want to spend some of my hard earned money." 

~*~*~*~*~*~ 

I was standing on the sidewalk next to the building we'd just been in, staring across the street at the other outlet center that was part of the complex. Ann was staring at the map in her hand, reading the list of the different stores that were in the outlet center. And she was getting increasingly frustrated. 

"It's not here," an exasperated Ann finally grumbled

"What's not here?" 

"It's a store Tina told me about. It must be at that other outlet center near the hotel." 

"What's the name of the place?" I asked, looking over Ann's shoulder and reading the list. 

"I think she said it's called Henrietta's House. But I can't find it on this damn pamphlet anywhere." 

"I think that's it right over there, babe," I said as I pointed past Ann to her right. 

Ann looked up and then she turned to me. "Tina said it was a part of the outlets." 

"Maybe she just meant it was next to it," I said, shrugging my shoulders. 

Ann took my hand, leading me across the street, suddenly upbeat again. "Come on, baby. I think you're going to like this place." 

Henrietta's House was just that...a house. It was one of several very old houses that had each been converted into some kind of specialty store on the north side of the street. They were in what was now a prime real estate position, right across from one of the big parking lots of the main outlet center and literally next door to the smaller one. Henrietta's was in the middle, between a flower/card shop and a homemade candy store. 

The house was a small white two-story with yellow trim on the huge front porch. It was just a guess, but based on the history of the town, I figured it easily was over a hundred years old. The small, tasteful sign next to the sidewalk announced it, but that was pretty much it from the outside, at least until you walked up the five wooden stairs to the narrow porch. It was only then that I could peer through the front windows, and I smiled at what I saw inside. 




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 78



"Is this our version of The Leather Door?" I asked Ann, referring to the adult store in California where Ann's friend...and my friend, Missy worked. 

"I don't think so...at least, it's not based on what Tina told me. But I think we're going to like it a lot," she grinned as she opened the huge, heavy front door. 

Much like The Leather Door, the main floor had been gutted, making it wide open, except for the tiny staircase in the very center of the place that led to the upstairs. The staircase was like an island and all around it were racks upon racks of clothes. While there were a lot of clothes, very sexy clothes, the place was mostly filled with lingerie and undergarments. They also had body lotions and oils...and there were a few odds and ends but it was a lingerie store. 

The distinct difference between Henrietta's House and The Leather Door was the sex toys. There weren't any to be seen in the little house we were standing in. It was like a privately-owned Victoria's Secret, with a more intimate feel to it. It was a cozy little place, and I quickly felt right at home. So did Ann, and a big part of that was the welcome we got. 

We were browsing through racks of silky negligees, Ann brushing her sexy ass up against my stiffening cock, when we noticed an attractive woman in her middle 30s walking toward us. The little bell hanging above the doorframe had hit the door, jingling to announce our arrival. And that cue brought the lady with long, dirty blonde hair and a curvy figure out from behind a counter to greet us with a warm smile and a warmer southern accent. 

"Welcome to Henrietta's House. I'm Mary Ann. How are y'all doing this afternoon?" 

Ann flashed a sexy grin that fit in perfectly with our surroundings. "We're fine, Mary Ann. I'm Ann...and this is my fiancé, Neil." 

"Well, hello Ann. Hello, Neil. I don't believe I've seen you two in Henrietta's before." 

"No...you haven't. I wasn't sure we were going to find you either. I heard about your store from a friend...I was beginning to get frustrated." 

"We get that a lot. People that hear about us think we're in the outlets. But I think being in this house gives what we do a lot more charm, don't you think?" 

I nodded as I looked around the place. "I'll say. So...you remember everyone that comes in?" 

"I'm pretty good with faces. And I'm here all the time...this place is my life," Mary Ann chuckled. 

"Well, I'm surprised it's not called Mary Ann's House then. Where's Henrietta?" 

"She's no longer with us." 

"She's not? Then why'd you keep the name? That seems odd," I said, not clueing in, thinking she was talking about a former owner. 

"No, Neil. She's dead," Mary Ann said rather bluntly. 

Suddenly I flushed and I tried to extract my size 12 foot from my mouth. "Oh my God... I'm so sorry, Mary Ann." 

"Oh...Neil, there's nothing to be sorry about. Henrietta was my Great Great-Grandmother. She owned this house...bought it in 1911 with her husband when she was 19. It's been in the family ever since." 

"I'm still feel bad...I was just trying...." 

Mary Ann put her hand on my arm, her gentle touch making me relax. "There's nothing to feel bad about either, sweetie. It happens all the time. I really should be more tactful when I tell people that Henrietta's gone. But she wouldn't mind...she was a real card. Come on...let me give you a little tour of her house, and what we have that would look fantastic on you," she said as she looked at Ann. 

"I wonder what she'd say about her house being a lingerie store now," Ann giggled. 

"She'd love it," Mary Ann grinned. 

"You sound pretty sure about that," I said with a laugh. 

"I am. She'd be happy the house is still sort of in the business." 

"What's that mean?" Ann asked. 

Mary Ann let out a naughty little laugh and said, "Well, this used to be a brothel. Henrietta used to be the Madam. She started that in 1915." 

I know I let out a little gasp as I stopped in my tracks. Ann's mouth dropped as she quietly said, "You're kidding." 

"Oh, don't be embarrassed; I'm not. It's common knowledge...she's part of the town's history. And for the record, I'm very proud of her. That's why I named the store in her honor. She was way ahead of her time," Mary Ann said as she took Ann's hand and led us through the store. 

"Your Great Great-Grandmother really ran a brothel?" Ann asked. 

"Yes, she did, sweetie...a very successful one. When they built the textile factory across the street, she opened up her business. She had four girls working along with herself, and they'd take care of the workers during lunches, dinners and whenever they got off work." 

"Lunches AND dinners?" 

"Well, the factory worked two shifts back during its heyday, and some men preferred to spend their lunch or dinnertime here. And of course there was a lot of action after work too. So the girls were here a lot of hours...but it's not like they worked all day long. They had some nice breaks during the day." 

"That's incredible," I said, still somewhat stunned. "Did she ever get in trouble...you know...with the law?" 

"No...she actually had several police officers that were regulars too." 

"Really?" Ann laughed. 

"Yes. She gave them what they wanted for free and in return, the police left them alone. They kind of watched over the place too...made sure they were safe. When Henrietta first started out, times were good. But you have to remember that shortly after came Prohibition and then the Great Depression. People around here were struggling, so they looked other way. Since people couldn't drink, the sex trade kind of flourished." 

We were walking past clothes rack after clothes rack, each containing dozens of beautiful, sexy garments. We'd passed a couple displays of bustiers, and garter and bra sets and we'd gone past a rack filled with nighties of all kinds and colors. Most of the stuff I saw was pretty standard fare. But in each section, whether it was bras, nighties, or whatever, there was always a smaller rack off by itself, each only big enough to hold the three or four items on them...items that seemed different. They were more ornate, like they were specialized in some way. I looked around and counted six of the small racks, wondering why they were there. 

I was going to ask Mary Ann, but Ann was still curious about other things. She asked, "So...when did Henrietta stop?" 

Mary Ann was still focused on telling us her family history too, along with that of the store. When Ann asked about Henrietta and when she gave up the business, Mary Ann thought about it for a second. It was like she was deciding how much she wanted to tell us, when she smiled.

"She didn't quit, Ann. After she stopped, you know...she still was the Madam, running the place. In fact, my Grandmother Bonnie worked here too. It was my mother that broke the string, so to speak. When my Grandmother died, my mother was going to sell the house...but I talked her into letting me buy it instead and lived here for a while. By then this was a nice, quiet neighborhood; the plant had been shut down for years, and no one came down this street unless they lived here. A few years ago, the developers came in and tried to buy the house when they started renovating the factory into the outlets, so I decided to go into business for myself." 

"What did your mother say about you going into the lingerie business?" Ann asked. 

"At first she was upset. She spent years living with the image of coming from a line of women that worked in a profession that isn't exactly well thought of by mainstream America. That was hard on her as a little girl. I guess people expected her to follow in the footsteps of the women before her. She kind of viewed this as an extension of that." 

"You said at first. Does she feel different about it now?" I asked. 

"She must...she's my partner," Mary Ann laughed. 

She explained that her mom had come to terms with what her own mother and grandmother did for a living, mainly because of the success that Mary Ann had early on in the store. It was when she tried to congratulate her daughter for being the first successful woman in her family that Mary Ann set her straight. 

"I told my mother that Henrietta had been the most successful businesswoman in the history of the county. She not only ran her own business, she turned a profit during the Depression. And then I told her that Grandma Bonnie was a success too. She took over the brothel and found a way to get her girls medical benefits...and she had profit sharing. That was unheard of in the late '40s in regular businesses, never mind a brothel." 

"And that convinced your mother?" Ann asked. 

"Not entirely. Not until I mentioned to her that she was the first one in our family to ever go to college...and the only reason that happened was because Grandma Bonnie was a good businesswoman too, and she paid for it. That's why my mother didn't have to go into family business, like she used to call it." 

Ann stopped to look at a rack of sexy cocktail dresses, and said, "You really have a beautiful store. I can't believe there are so many different things here...a lot more than just lingerie. Oh...I'm sorry. You were saying your Mom's now your partner?" 

"Yes. She loves it. In fact, she's the one that got us into creating specialty items and doing more than just sexy lingerie. She wanted to do sexy clothes for everywhere, like those dresses. Come upstairs and I'll show you." 

Mary Ann took us towards the tiny old staircase in the middle of the house. The stairway was narrow...so narrow that we could only go up the stairs one after the other. I followed the ladies, loving that I could stare at Ann's tight ass all the way up. When we got to the top, Mary Ann took us to a room filled with dresses and Ann let out a little sigh. 

"See...we make evening dresses too. Granted, they're a little sexier than most, but they've become really popular," Mary Ann said proudly. 

"You MAKE them?" I said, looking at the overstuffed room. It was a small room...but there must have been close to a hundred gowns inside. 

"Well...I don't. That's what my mother does, her and Joanne, the other seamstress we hired. They also make the special lingerie we have downstairs. We buy a lot of things through distributors, but we also do our own items." 

"So THAT'S why there are all those little racks downstairs. All those items are one-of-a-kind." 

"Well, they're not exactly one-of-a-kind. We have more, but we don't display them all because we don't have room. My mother designs them, she and Joanne make them and we put one of each downstairs. If we don't have your size upstairs or in storage, she'll take your measurements and make it for you. That's one of the things that makes us unique." 

Ann looked at the prom dresses in the room and smiled. "Wow, Mary Ann...these are beautiful. You don't make wedding dresses, do you?" she kidded. 

"That's right...you're getting married. When?" 

"December 2nd. Neil just got a job a new plant they built outside of town." 

"Oh...the Armada plant. That's been big news around here. Congratulation, Neil." 

"Thanks," I said politely. 

Ann said, "Yeah, he started already. I came out for the week to look for a place for us to live. He's staying at the Sheraton right now, but we need somewhere to go once we're married." 

"So...we're you serious about the dress?" Mary Ann asked Ann. 

"Why? Do you make them?" 

"I don't know...let's go ask," Mary Ann said as she led us out of the little room and down that hallway. 

As we neared the room on the back right, I could hear the whirring of a sewing machine and it sounded like it was flying. We walked into what had to have been the master bedroom of the home. It was still rather tiny, but it was bigger than the other rooms that we'd passed along the way. 

Behind the sewing machine sat a silver-haired woman, likely in her late fifties. Her eyes were hidden by half glasses and her hands were sure as they guided the delicate red silk under the rapidly firing needle. She was so focused on her work, she more closely resembled a librarian. 

"Mom, we have a customer," Mary Ann said as she pointed toward Ann and me. 

Pulling her foot off the pedal, the woman took off her glasses, letting them drop on their chain to her chest. She stood up and came around the sewing machine. 

Ann smiled shyly. "Well, I'm not sure I'm a customer yet." 

"Neil...Ann, this is my mother, Camilla. Mom, this is Ann and Neil. They're getting married in December and she has a question she'd like to ask." 

Camilla looked at Ann and said, "I don't usually get requests for honeymoon attire with the groom in the room. You two must be a special couple." 

"Well, we're different, that's for sure," Ann said as she looked at me, giving me a sexy wink. "But I'm not here for honeymoon attire...well, I AM...but that's not why we're here." 

Ann giggled when she admitted she was thinking about something for our honeymoon, but that was going to be over a year away because of the new job. There'd be plenty of time for her to shop for that. I wondered if maybe she meant for the night of the wedding...but who knew. 

Camilla said, "Well, what can we do for you, sweetie," her sweet southern voice and affectionate way of addressing us sounding just like her daughter. 

"I asked Mary Ann if you make wedding dresses." 

"Wedding dresses...I don't know. I've never done anything that formal before. Everything we make is geared more towards...well, showing off a woman's body. Even the evening dresses show a lot of skin." 

"I know...that's kind of what I'm hoping for. Everything I've seen or tried on I hate. I've worked in fashion my entire adult life, Camilla. I know what I want in my head...but I can't find it anywhere. Not even close." 

"Sounds like you want something a little hotter than the standard wedding gown," 

Ann nodded and said, "You could say that." 

"Well...maybe we CAN help you. What are you looking for?" 

Ann looked at me, and then at Camilla...and then back at me. I knew instantly what she meant, and so did Mary Ann. She took me by the arm and said, "Come on, Neil. Let me take you downstairs and show you what we have for men." 

~*~*~*~*~*~ 

Mary Ann had been keeping me company for about twenty minutes while Ann was upstairs describing to Camilla the wedding dress of her dreams. And apparently, they were erotic dreams. The way she described it, what little she did, made me think that Ann was going to dress provocatively for our wedding day. It wasn't something our small town would likely be used to, or maybe even ready for...but it was certainly Ann. That's the way she thought, because that's the way she was. And the thought of that got me excited. 

Still, as Mary Ann showed me sexy men's underwear like she had been since we'd walked downstairs...my thoughts were wandering on me. I was back to thinking about the house I was standing in and what it had been used for. There was something that Mary Ann had said came to mind...something that didn't quite fit. 

She saw me staring into space, a perplexed look on my face, and she asked, "What's the matter, Neil? Are you worried about Ann and the dress? I'm sure we can help." 

"I'm sure you can too." 

"Well, what's on your mind?" 

"It's nothing, Mary Ann. I'm fine." 

"I know better than that, sweetie. I come from a long line of women that can read men like a dime store novel. What's bothering you?" 

"Nothing's bothering me. And it's really none of my business anyway." 

"Ha...you said that like it pertains to me. Why don't you tell me and let me be the judge of whose business it is." 

"Well, you said something earlier...and it didn't hit me at first. But, well...you said Henrietta bought this place...with her HUSBAND. And I was wondering...." 

Mary Ann nodded and said, "Henrietta WAS married...to George Walker. He was drafted into the Army in 1914 and he got her pregnant the day before he was shipped over to Europe during World War I. He never came home...never got to see Grandma Bonnie. We're not even sure if he knew he was going to be a father." 

"Oh my God," I said, shocked to hear something so tragic, even though it happened over 70 years before. 

"It's okay, Neil. Henrietta dealt with that long ago, and believe it or not, she had a great life. She loved what she did." 

"But...how did she end up turning to...well, that as a profession?" 

"She was a 23 year old single mother, Neil, back when single mothers stayed single the rest of their lives. No one married a woman with kids...it just wasn't common back then Also she had no brothers or sisters and her parents had both passed away, so she was on her own." 

"What about HIS family?" I said. 

"From what I heard, they didn't care for her because she was Protestant, so they pretty much disowned her and Grandma Bonnie. They weren't from this area either...George's family lived in New York." 

"So...she just one day decides to open a brothel in her house?" 

"Well, it wasn't just like that. She had a baby to feed, no income and no way to get a job because of the baby. The Army paid her some death benefits and she used most of that to pay off the house. When the money ran out, she needed a plan and had three things going for her; she had brains, the house and her looks. On top of that, she had discovered during her brief marriage that she loved sex. At 23, she had no intention of going the rest of her life without it, especially with her sexual prime ahead of her. She knew another marriage was out of the question, but she still had a daughter to care for, so she might as well get something out of life for herself." 

"Wow...this is such a fascinating story, Mary Ann. How about your grandmother...how did she get into the business?" 

"She lived here...right upstairs. While Henrietta tried to shield her from it when she was little, it wasn't like Grandma Bonnie wasn't going to find out what happened in the house. There were four other women working there...and all kinds of men in and out of the house at all hours of the day and night." 

"Well, you have a point there," I said with a nod. 

"The truth is, Grandma Bonnie looked up to her Mom. When she was old enough to realize what happened to her Dad and what her Mom had to do to make ends meet, Grandma Bonnie had this sense of appreciation...a kind of family pride. So, when she turned sixteen, she asked her Mom if she could go to work." 

"SIXTEEN?" 

"It wasn't like today, Neil. Girls got married young back then. My goodness, most of them had two or three kids by the time they were in their early twenties. The women in my family mature pretty early. I had 36-inch breasts when I was thirteen," Mary Ann said as she proudly pushed out her chest, which had to be 40 inches now. 

"So, Henrietta was okay with that?" 

"Obviously she was. She handpicked the men that could be with her daughter...and she watched over her pretty closely. Jobs were still scarce in the area and it was a way for them to bring more money into the house...Henrietta didn't have to spend so much on Grandma Bonnie once she went to work herself." 

"And that went okay then?" 

"It did until she got pregnant with my Mom. Then she had to stop for a while. But shortly after, Henrietta started taking care of my Mom, and Grandma Bonnie took her place. Henrietta was still the Madam and she worked a little whenever Bonnie would take a day off, so my Mom was raised by both of them. I guess the important thing was that my Mom was never in the house. Bonnie and Henrietta got a place of their own by then, so this house wasn't a home any more. Not until I moved in anyway." 

"When did your Mom find out what they did for a living?" 

"She started getting teased in the third grade. It hurt her, but she learned to deal with it." 




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 79



Once again, I'd like to thank the incredibly sexy Annanova for her amazing work editing for me. I'm forever grateful for her contributions and for her friendship.  

All rights reserved. mimaster 2011



The week was going by far too quickly. Ann had arrived on Friday and in what seemed like the blink of an eye, I was staring at the sun going down late Wednesday afternoon as I drove home from work. Well, it was home, if you counted a hotel room as your place of residence. Still, I smiled, because I had someone to go home to. 

I was thankful that it was the afternoon because the days at work seemed to drag on endlessly, while the time with Ann flew by. It was as if the nine plus hours I was putting in at work were taking double that, and the few waking hours I had left with Ann after I got off were more like minutes. I was starting to think my watch was broken...the hour hand creeping along during the days and spinning around wildly once I made it to the parking lot to drive back to Ann. 

But no matter how the hours of the days passed, there were still just 24 of them and there was no denying the fact that it was already Wednesday. Even with the workdays crawling, I couldn't help but feel that Monday and Tuesday had gone by in a bit of a blur. It was only Sunday that had seemed normal...at least, normal for Ann and me. That was because Sunday was OUR day, and we'd started it Saturday night. 

~*~*~*~*~*~ 

Ann and I left the outlet complex and headed back to the hotel, two bags of lingerie from Henrietta's House in hand, with Ann practically floating to the car. She was riding the high from what we'd done at Henrietta's – fuck wildly in one of the bedrooms of the former brothel. While we were doing that, we'd been in plain view of a dozen or so people in the outlet center across the street. We didn't know who they were, or what they looked like, we only knew they had been there, watching us through the bedroom window from afar. 

When we walked through that same outlet shortly after, Ann said she felt the eyes of the people we passed looking at her, feeling like they ALL had watched her lying on that bed, letting me fuck her mercilessly. That had her so excited she actually shivered a couple of times as we moved through the halls of the outlet, making our way to the car. Yet that wasn't even close to the only thing that had her worked up. 

She sat in the passenger seat, bouncing up and down with excitement just like she had when I'd driven her to the outlets in the first place. Originally, she had been excited about me taking her shopping. Driving through the old streets downtown heading back to the hotel, she was giddy for a different reason and it had nothing to do with what we'd done and who had seen it. 

"God, Neil...I still can't believe Camilla is going to drop everything she's doing just for me," she said, her words coming out so fast I could barely understand them. 

Camilla was Mary Ann's mother and they were the co-owners of Henrietta's House. Camilla was also one of the main seamstresses and the primary designer of the custom lingerie the store carried. Additionally, she made ornate evening gowns, and when Ann saw their amazing quality, she jokingly asked Mary Ann if her mother made wedding dresses. 

While Ann had said it in jest, she'd also said it out of frustration. She told me on the way back to the hotel that she'd been searching for the perfect wedding dress since the day I left Indiana to start my new job; it was a task that was proving to be impossible. Even knowing the features she wanted in her dress, she couldn't find one that encompassed all of them, whatever they were. She said she didn't want to have to sacrifice what she wanted, but she knew that no off-the-rack dress was going to have all the things she had in her mind. When she tried to broach the idea of having a dress made, the places that knew how to do it were too far away and they were going to charge a small fortune. After meeting with Camilla, Ann suddenly saw some hope. 

"She's dropping everything?" I asked. 

"Yeah...can you believe it!" 

"Not really. Why would she drop everything?" 

"Because, she knows I'm only going to be here the rest of this week." 

"She's going to make you a wedding dress in a week," I said, shaking my head a little. 

"She says she can do it...and do it the way I want it. In fact, she had a couple of ideas that will make it even better!" 

"What's that going to cost?" I asked, forgetting for a second that I wasn't footing the bill for that; her parents were. As soon as I said it, I realized it was a mistake. 

The look Ann gave me told me what I already knew, but she let me off easy, explaining, "Let's just say that if I were still pretending to be Barbara, I'd need to work a couple more nights like last night to cover it." 

She was talking about our night of role-playing, where she portrayed 'Barbara', the beautiful, intelligent, high-class escort. For my part in that little fantasy, I'd 'paid' her a thousand dollars in return for an evening of pleasure. 

I let out a huge laugh and said, "Let's hope that's not what your Mom's doing to pay for it." 

Ann actually snorted when she laughed. But she'd also opened the door. She'd finally referred to her playing the role of Barbara, instead of still pretending that Barbara actually existed. That meant the fantasy was over, at least for the time being. It also meant that perhaps Ann would be willing to answer a few of the questions that had been piling up in my brain since I'd knocked on the door to room 117 and she'd answered it in a red wig. 

"Ann...can I ask you some questions about last night?" I said, deciding that's where I wanted to start if she'd let me. 

Ann giggled. "I'm surprised it's taken you this long, baby." 

"Well, I didn't want to ask until I knew for sure you were done pretending that Barbara exists." 

"Oh, she still exists, Neil. She's inside me somewhere," Ann laughed. "But it was sweet of you to wait. So, what would you like to know?" 

"I'm not sure where to start." 

"Why don't you just take it from the top?" 

"Okay, since you put it that way, where did the red hair come from?" 

"Which red hair are you talking about?" she asked in her sexy voice, her eyes shifting down toward her crotch. 

"Uh...both," I said rather bashfully, although I wasn't sure why. 

"I chose red because Doris was a redhead. At least, she was on my television." 

"Doris? Who the hell is Doris?" 

Ann snickered and said, "Doris...from  The Owl and the Pussycat ."

"The movie?" 

"Uh-huh. The first time I saw it, I was thirteen years old. We watched it at the drive-in theater near Fort Wayne, a couple of years after it was released. My Mom let me see it because Barbra Streisand played Doris, and I LOVE her." 

"Huh...now I know where you got the name." 

"Yeah, Doris didn't sound sexy enough to me. I identified more with Barbra than I did the character she played anyway, so I kind of combined the two." 

"But if I remember right, Doris wasn't an escort. She was just a prostitute." 

"She wasn't JUST a prostitute. She was also a model, and she was trying to become an actress." 

"Okay...but my point is she wasn't an escort. She was a prostitute." 

"And my point is she really wasn't. It wasn't like she was standing on street corners. She was sleeping with them in her apartment. What kind of prostitute takes men back to her place? She was probably closer to an escort." 

"Okay...that's a bit of a stretch, but I'll give it to you. Still, what does a comedy have to do with you being Barbara last night?" 

Ann took a deep breath and sighed. That told me what was coming was more than just a quick explanation. It was going to be a story; I just didn't know how long of one. 

"First of all, it's a ROMANTIC comedy." 

"Uh...okay. You're right, it is. What's that have to..." 

"Mom didn't let me watch it until she thought I was old enough to handle it, which didn't make a lot of sense to me because I just wanted to see Streisand. I didn't know what the subject matter was all about...I was still too naïve. I just thought it was exactly that...a romantic comedy. It was funny, and I loved Streisand. 

"How'd you find out?" 

"My brother. He was teasing me the whole time, trying to ruin the movie for me. He whispered to me that she was a prostitute...I didn't even know what that was." 

"He told you, didn't he?" 

"Yes. I didn't believe him at first, but I found out later it was true." 

"I bet that pissed you off." 

"Actually, it intrigued me." 

"What? Why?" 

"Well, it did piss me off at first. He always did that. One reason I was intrigued was because it WAS a comedy; a romantic one. But the bigger reason was that Barbra didn't seem ashamed of it...I mean Doris. She was a good person, and that had me thinking that maybe it wasn't as bad as Alan was making it out to be. Of course, I didn't know at the time all the nuances of being a prostitute...the different kinds. But that kind of started the fantasy for me. Doris was quirky, adventurous...at least to a young teenage girl from the middle-of-nowhere." 

"But it wasn't a sex fantasy at thirteen, was it?" 

Ann laughed, and said, "No, I was only thirteen...I was just starting to get into boys. Sex wasn't even on my mind yet. Kissing was. Actually, I'd forgotten all about the movie." 

"Okay...now you've lost me." 

"Remember the night I talked to you and mentioned something about an escort? Well, I'd kind of been thinking about it for a couple of weeks, because I saw the movie again at my parents' house." 

"On their television," I nodded. 

"Yeah...and you know how sometimes the color gets distorted on that TV down in the basement, especially on old movies? Well, Streisand's hair was this bright red. Anyway, as I watched, it started to bring up all those old memories of when I'd seen it the first time. Only this time, I DID think about sex. I started thinking about what it would be like. And the longer I watched it, the more turned on I got about the idea of being an escort. That's when I kind of came up with the idea that I was going to do it." 

"So you just went out and bought a wig?" 

"Sort of. Tina and I took a few trips to Fort Wayne, as you probably could tell," she laughed. "We got that at the place where she gets her hair supplies for her shop...and she got the hair dye to match it and did my strip for me. I even bought a couple more bottles in case you ever want to pay for a night with Barbara again." 

"Pay?" I laughed. 

"Of course. If you want that kind of fantasy, you're still going to have to pay me in the future. If you don't, then it won't feel as real." 

I totally understood what she meant. She needed to feel the part, not just play it. "You're right," I nodded. 

She smiled excitedly, her big brown eyes batting in my direction. "Do you think you might want to do that...again?" Her question sounded almost wishful. 

"What, let you be Barbara?" She nodded bashfully and I grinned. "Sure I would. I'm not sure what I'd want you to do the next time, but I loved it. You were so amazing. My God, the details you came up with...Ann, you're so good at making everything seem authentic. I love that about you." 

"Thanks. You made it special for me too! I still can't believe you let me be your Mistress." 

"I don't really want to talk about that," I chuckled a little, my eyes glued to the road. 

"Why...are you upset? Did I go too far?" 

"I knew the safe word, Ann. So no, you didn't go too far. I'm just not sure if I'd want to do that part again." 

"Neil, I don't want you to think that I want to. I know it wasn't your thing...I knew it almost from the moment you said you'd do it. But the fact that you did it for me, even once, and you didn't complain means the world to me, because I know there were things you didn't care for." 

"That doesn't mean there weren't parts I liked; like the ball strap and the cock ring you put on me...those were okay. That orgasm was intense." 

"Hmm...that's VERY interesting. Is there anything else I should know?" 

"Ann, if I tell you, wouldn't that make the next time less exciting if I want you to be Barbara again? You knew what I didn't like...I think that speaks volumes. The truth is, I don't want to us to always spell things out, because I don't want it – "

"Affecting what we do! Oh my God...I GET it. You are so RIGHT, Neil!" 

"I do want to know where you got all the new toys, though...and that amazing jewelry you were wearing." 

"HA. Well, Tina and I found a little sex shop when we were exploring Fort Wayne, so we kind of stocked up. They even had the jewelry there. I needed something to make Barbara stand out. I was hoping you liked them" she laughed. Then she looked down at the crotch of my jeans, my fat dick inflating fast inside them. "But I see you're telling me what you think with your cock again, lover." 

"So, I'm guessing by what you've been telling me, you WANT to be Barbara again someday, right?" 

"Now more than ever," Ann laughed. 

"What makes you say that?" 

"I just had sex in a real American brothel, Neil. I kind of feel like I've earned the right!" 

~*~*~*~*~*~ 

I had other questions. Like how did Ann get Heather to do what she did...and how did she get all of her things from the room she was in, to my room, without either of us being there. But all of that was just logistical stuff. There I was, sitting next to a woman who could persuade women she'd never met to participate in sexual games she'd come up with, all just by using her charm and her honesty. It really didn't matter how Ann did all of those things. It only mattered that she could...and she did. 

So, while I marveled at what she had done, I decided not to question it any longer. I knew there would be new adventures ahead; things that she'd come up with that would make me wonder. But my curiosity was satiated for the time being. Instead of reflecting on our immediate past  or , what had already been done, I put my energies into thinking of what we were about to do...together. 

We made it back to the hotel and spent the rest of our weekend there for the most part. I suppose it would be more romantic to say we never left the bedroom...but we only had a bedroom. And as much as we loved being in bed together, a person can only stare at the same four walls for so long. 

So, we wandered out to eat and a couple of times we went down to the nice-sized pool to splash around. In fact, we had a nice little picnic of sorts by the side of the pool Sunday afternoon, ordering room service. But those were little respites from what we spent the majority of our time doing...and that was having at each other. 

We didn't have a theme, or a plan. We just did whatever felt good at the time. As we drove back to the hotel, we sort of discussed what we were going to do with our extended day. Actually, there wasn't that much discussion. Ann said she wanted me to set the tone for the rest of the weekend, since she'd set up the previous night and after that she didn't want to think. She just wanted to react and have fun. 

I came up with two rules: no clothes in the room and no opening the toy box. I figured Ann would be upset with the second rule, since we had such a nice assortment of sexual items to choose from. Instead, it was the first one that disappointed her, because she had two big bags in the back seat filled with new lingerie she'd gotten from Henrietta's. 

"Aw...I have so many new things I could wear for you. Are you sure?" 

"Yes I'm sure. There will be plenty of time for you to dress up for me, but since we're starting our Sunday early, I want you naked...as much as possible." 

I probably should have chosen my words more carefully, because Ann took that as a sign that I wanted her to be daring. Or perhaps she just felt like being daring on her own, because she knew I loved seeing her naked whenever I could. Either way, the naughty grin she flashed when I'd said that told me everything I needed to know about how she'd taken it. And if I didn't get it from her grin, I certainly did when she lifted her shirt to flash me her tits as we drove down the road to the hotel. 

She continued that throughout the rest of our weekend...our Sunday, taking the opportunity to quickly flash me whenever she HAD to wear something over her sexy body. Most of the time it was quick and more for a laugh than anything else. I could tell it excited her and she knew it excited me from checking the barometer in my shorts or swim trunks. She also took a few chances that had me smiling on Monday when I drove to work. 

The first happened when we went swimming late Saturday night. We were frolicking in the pool, just kind of playing around, holding on to each other in the deep end. It was a bigger pool than most you find in hotels, even having a diving board, which had become increasingly rare because of liability issues. 

I was leaning against the wall of the pool with Ann draped in my arms facing me. Winking, she pulled her bright pink bikini top down and to the sides, exposing her tits totally for me, using the top to kind of pull her breasts together. To my surprise, she left them that way as she cupped my balls through my swimsuit. A minute later, she had found a way to get my cock out through the loose leg of the shorts and she was stroking me beneath the surface. 

I thought for a moment that she was going to fuck me right then and there...but there were people at the far end of the pool. Instead, she put her tits away and winked again. The next thing I knew, she was taking a deep breath and diving under the water. I started to yelp when she took my cock into her mouth underneath the surface but covered it up by coughing a couple of times. I was too mortified to check if anyone looked my way. I was also amazed at Ann's lung capacity; the girl was down there with her head bobbing back and forth for what had to be three minutes, holding her breath as she sucked me. 

When she finally came up for air, she had the biggest shit-eating grin on her face that I'd ever seen. She hugged me and said, "Someday, I'm going to make you cum like that, baby." Then she sprang out of the water and grabbed a towel, leaving me in the water with my cock bobbing up and down. "I'm going upstairs and I'll be on the bed with my legs spread, waiting for you." 

"Yeah? How's that going to work? We only brought one room key," I laughed. 

Ann flashed me another wicked grin and I felt a rush. "I'll leave the door of the room wide open for you. Of course that means anyone can walk in, so you better hurry. The first man with a hard cock that walks into our room gets to fuck me, Neil. I sure hope it's you," she giggled as she gave a little wave and a wink before taking off. 

It took a while for my cock to go down enough that I could get it back into my swimsuit. The way she had taken it out, I couldn't get the material to pull up high enough to get it over the tip, so I was kind of stuck there, hoping no one would swim down to my end of the pool with goggles on. I ended up turning around and facing the wall with my arms up on the edge to hide myself. 

The ride up the elevator seemed to take forever, and as I walked down the hall I was started to get hard all over again. I knew Ann wasn't serious about letting someone else fuck her. We'd been over that many times. Even so, as I approached my room and saw that the door was propped open with a chair, a chill ran down my spine. I knew that she was alone, but the idea that she was just around the corner and waiting had my cock throbbing all over again. 

Taking it a step further, she left her wet bikini on the chair in the door, along with a little hand-written note instructing whoever read it first to leave their suit and come join her. I was practically dripping with pre-cum when I stood in the foyer of the hotel room and removed my suit, placing it on top of hers. When I did, I noticed the sign had a little arrow at the bottom telling me to turn it over. On the back was another note telling me I was supposed to leave the door open just like it was. 




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 79



Suddenly I was thankful in more ways than one that our room was at the end of the hall on the top floor. As I walked to the end of the little foyer near the bathroom, my cock bobbed up and down, looking much like the springboard over the pool that I'd been diving off of less than an hour before. I was surprised it didn't make a 'boing' sound as I stepped around the corner to see Ann. 

The wild look in her eyes said it all. She was indeed naked and true to her word, she had her legs spread wide for me. Fingering her pussy, her eyes were fixed on the hallway I'd just come from and while she smiled sweetly when she recognized it was me, I could tell she was on edge. I knew that was because she'd actually taken a huge risk leaving the door open. She was nervous that someone else might actually walk around the corner. 

All the sexual heat Ann had created led to a fast, furious fuck. I jumped on the bed and buried my hard shaft into her wet, waiting cunt in one deep thrust, just like she'd wanted. Fifteen minutes later, we were both lying on our backs next to each other holding hands, our bodies sweaty as we tried to catch our breath. 

"Well...THAT was fun," she said as she let go of my hand, placing hers on my half hard, sticky cock so she could play with it. 

"That was amazing," I said as I stared at the ceiling, feeling her squeeze my shaft. 

"Did you think there would be somebody else with me?" 

"No...I knew better." 

"But what if someone would have come in? I kept thinking about that while I waited for you to get here." 

"I'm pretty sure you would have kicked their ass," I said as I turned to kiss her on the cheek. 

We lay in bed after that, recuperating for a while...neither one of us wanting to get up and close the door to the hallway. Eventually we did, only to return to our sex bed, spending the night there. We fucked one more time during the wee hours of the morning, and we'd made love once in between about 1 AM. The times we weren't having sex were spent sleeping next to each other, which was almost as good as the sex itself. 

~*~*~*~*~*~ 

Ann took a second chance at breakfast the next morning. She'd gotten up first, taking a long hot shower to get herself revived. Then she came back to bed and woke me up lovingly by nestling up against my body and kissing my chest and neck. I thought that was going to lead to something, but she was right when she said that I needed to clean up first. 

So, I hopped into the shower and took my time reviving myself. When I got out twenty minutes later, she was lying on the other bed in one of the plush white robes the hotel provided. 

Standing up, she held out an identical robe and said, "Come on, lover...let's go to breakfast." 

"You're going like that?" I asked with a laugh. 

"Sure. You said that Heather told you when you first got here to think of this place as your home. So, if it's our home, I'm not getting all dressed up just to eat breakfast when all I'm going to do afterwards is come back here and fuck your brains out." 

"Okay...well, let me throw on some shorts." 

"Huh-uh...if I'm not wearing anything under my robe, you aren't either," she smiled. 

"You're not wearing anything under your robe?" 

Giving me yet another dirty grin, she handed me the robe before putting on some slippers. I slipped on my sandals and in seconds, we were headed downstairs, Ann giggling at me as we walked since I was having trouble finding a way to hide my growing erection in the loose robe. No matter how I closed it and tried to tie it shut, I still felt like my cock was going to pop out. I'm sure it wasn't as bad as I was making it out to be, but it was hard not to feel a little self-conscious. Especially the way that little flirt was teasing me about it. 

Once we were in the elevator, Ann pulled one of her bachelorette party gifts out of her robe pocket. It was a little egg vibrator with a remote control attached by a wire. 

"What's that?" I wondered, surprised that she had it in her hand. 

"Uh...it's my little vibrator," she said, looking at me like I was a dope. 

"I know that, but I said no toys." 

"No...you said no opening the toy chest." 

"What's the difference?" 

"It was in my purse," she said as she opened the front of her robe, showing off her sexy, naked body. Handing the little egg to me, she grinned. "And if you play your cards right, it'll be in ME in just a second." 

My smile was so wide it hurt. Moving my hand down the soft skin of Ann's stomach, I reached between her slightly parted legs and slipped the two-inch long oval inside her wet pussy, using my finger to bury it deep. She let out a soft moan and closed her eyes halfway. 

Retying her robe, she murmured, "This is going to be fun." 

I stood in front of the 'Please wait to be seated' sign of the hotel restaurant for the second breakfast in a row, this time with my beautiful fiancée on my arm. The same hostess walked up to the podium, perking up when she saw Ann. 

"Good morning," the hostess said, looking at us with an impish smile, no doubt because of how we were dressed. 

"Good morning, Allison." 

"Smoking, or..." 

"NON," we both said, making her laugh. 

"Okay...non-smokers, I take it. Would you like a booth, or a table," she asked politely. 

"Which is more private?" Ann asked with a giggle. 

"More private?" 

"Neil and I are pretending we're at home having breakfast. That's why we're wearing the robes. So, we really don't want to be around any people if we can help it." 

"Let me see what I can do...I'll be right back," Allison said as she walked away. 

Raising my right eyebrow at Ann, I asked, "What are you up to?" 

"What I always do...finding a way for us to have a little fun!" 

Allison came back a short time later and started rambling. "I'm going to open up the back of the restaurant for you. We haven't been that busy on Sunday mornings since they got rid of the breakfast buffet. I honestly don't know why they did that, but I hear they're going to reopen it next month, which will be a good thing. We have too many open seats for breakfast, and breakfast..." 

Ann held up her hand, smiling as she tried to get Allison's attention. "Allison. Excuse me...Allison!" 

Allison stopped. "I'm sorry. I do that sometimes. I start talking and – " 

"Can you take us to our table?" Ann asked politely. 

"Sure...I'm sorry," she said, grabbing two menus and motioning for us to follow her. "Like I was saying, I'm going to put you in a booth in the back. It may be a little dark, but you'll be alone. Brenda's going to be your server. She said she doesn't mind covering your table, but she may be a little slow getting to you." 

Ann sat down in the booth and said, "Just tell Brenda that all we need her to do is take our order and then bring our check with the food. If she does that, she'll get a healthy tip, okay?" 

"Okay, I'll tell her," Allison smiled as she left the menus. 

I sat across from Ann, who was looking around the room we were in. It was a little strange, because it was darker where we were sitting and there was no one else around. Plus, I thought Ann was going to say or do something, but she just picked up her menu and started browsing through the breakfast items. 

A couple of minutes later, Brenda showed up with a big pot of coffee, setting it on the table. "Good morning. I'm Brenda, and I'll barely be serving you today," she said with a grin. 

"Excuse me?" I asked, thinking I'd misunderstood her. 

"Allison told me you two would like your privacy, so I'm going to try and leave you alone as much as I can. I brought you a pot of coffee. You can keep it here and I won't have to freshen it. When you're ready to order, I'll get it in as quick as I can and you two can eat in peace." 

"We're ready to order now, Brenda," Ann said with a smile. 

That had me scrambling, since I had yet to pick up my menu. But it was breakfast, so I was able to wing it pretty quickly and order. I asked her to just add the check to my room bill, so we wouldn't have to deal with paying. Brenda gave me a funny look, but before I could figure out why, Ann reached into her robe and pulled out a twenty, handing it to her. 

"Here's your tip. Thanks for helping us out this morning, Brenda. I really appreciate it." 

"So do I," Brenda said cheerfully, taking the money and the menus, leaving us alone...for at least a little while. 

Ann was excited, although it had nothing to do with the little vibrator in her pussy. "Wow, this worked better than I ever could have hoped," she said, leaning forward with her elbows on the table. 

"What makes you say that?" I asked. 

"I wanted to be kind of away from people, but I never dreamed that we'd be ALONE alone...you know what I mean?" 

"And just what has that naughty little mind been planning all morning?" I raised my eyebrow again, questioning her. 

"Patience, baby. You'll see." 

Once Brenda brought our food and left us to our breakfast, Ann smiled sexily at me, reaching for my hand under the table. My palm found her clenched fist, and she opened her hand to give me the remote to the little vibrator buried inside her cunt. 

"You can use that any way you want while we're here, Neil," she said as she took a bite of her bacon. I was about to turn it on when I felt her bare foot in my lap, working at my robe. Then I felt her other foot and she was using them together. 

"What are you doing, babe?" I asked. 

"I'm doing the same thing I hope you're going to do for me a couple of times. I'm going to make you cum," she said confidently. 

Seconds later, she had her bare feet rubbing my very erect cock, having found a way to remove it from my robe. That was no easy trick considering she'd only used her feet, she couldn't see what she was doing, and my robe was tied tightly. All the same, there I was with my cock and balls out from underneath the folds of the plush terrycloth and Ann slowly rubbing the sole of her left foot on my shaft while the toes of her right played with my balls. 

It wasn't the first time she had played with my cock underneath a restaurant table with her feet. She'd done it several times, just being playful. It wasn't even the first time that she'd taken my cock all the way out under a table, as I remembered her sitting beside me in a booth in Utah, slowly jacking me off. But  this  was a first. 

It was also different. Maybe it was being naked underneath the robe that made me feel more exposed, but there was something about the way she was playing with me that made my heart beat faster. I tried to concentrate on eating, but she could move her toes at just the perfect moment to make me squirm. There was a steady flow of pre-cum leaking from the head of my prick and my devious fiancée took great delight in squeezing out more whenever she could. 

On the other hand, I had power in the name of a multi-speed remote control...and I used it almost recklessly. I was torturing Ann's pretty pussy, changing speeds, increasing the vibrations...then slowing it down to deny what she wanted most. I did that several times, going so far as to turn it off for a couple of minutes. 

We were eating, but we were making it so difficult for each other that breakfast was taking longer than either of us wanted. So, we reached a temporary truce: Ann kept her feet in place, but stopped moving them; and I turned the vibrator to a lower setting. The only reason I didn't turn it off altogether was that she begged me not to. She loved being on the brink of her orgasm and the low buzz she was feeling inside her was driving her wild. 

When we'd finally finished eating, she pushed her plate away and sank down just a little in her seat, reaching up with her feet to resume playing with my still throbbing and leaking cock. The look on her face when her toes felt the slick fluid oozing out of the head almost made me cum right then. She followed that up by cooing softly. 

"I want you to cum first, baby...then you can do what you want with me. Okay?" 

I wasn't going to argue, simply nodding instead. I was still nervous, because we were technically in a public place. Even though there was no one near us, there were no guarantees that someone else wouldn't be seated near us, or that Brenda wouldn't come back unannounced. At the same time, that nervousness was also part of the thrill, my heart beating like a drum as Ann massaged my cock with her soft feet. 

She could do things with her feet that most women couldn't do with their hands when it came to servicing a cock, and I couldn't get over how incredible it felt. She wasn't jacking me off like she'd done before; she was massaging my balls with her right foot, while running her left foot up and down my shaft. 

After a few minutes, she started concentrating on the head of my cock, using her toes to play with it as she pressed it against my abs. After just a few minutes of that, I was close to cumming. A naughty glint flashing in her eyes, she slid her empty juice glass across the table toward me. 

"Fill that up for me, lover. I'm thirsty," she said, licking her lips. 

Ann pressed the toes of her right foot into my scrotum, right at the base of my cock, making my shaft jut straight out from my body. She then took her left foot, using my shaft to separate her big toe from the others, and quickly ran them back and forth along the length of my cock. The suddenness of it all had me ready to spew and I grabbed the glass, placing it over the end of my cock just in time. I groaned as my cock started blasting a huge load into the back of the little glass tumbler which I was holding at an angle so I could fill it for my love. 

When I finished, I handed it to her. She put her feet down and sat up in her seat. Leaning over the table again, she bought the glass to her face and inhaled deeply. 

"Hmm...I love the smell of fresh brewed sperm in the morning," she said, looking into the glass. Then she brought it to her sweet lips and tilted her head back, emptying the contents into her mouth in one gulp. As she did, I turned the vibrator in her pussy to high and started bringing her to her own climax. 

It only took a couple of minutes. Ann grabbed the edges of the table, her hands gripping the wood so tightly her knuckles were turning white. She threw her head back, her long curly mane flying as she closed her eyes and bit her lower lip. Finally, she came with a shudder and the sexiest little smile which appeared at the corners of her mouth. 

We walked out of the restaurant a short time later and made our way towards the elevator; my left arm draped over her shoulders and she held onto my waist. My right hand clutched the tiny remote control I'd refused to give back to Ann, telling her it was her punishment for usurping the rules about toys. 

The little wire connecting it to the vibrator in her pussy ran from my hand to the front of her robe. It wasn't that noticeable, but I know Ann was as self-conscious about it as I'd been earlier being in just a robe with a huge hard-on trying to poke through the front. It didn't help her that I was playing with the controls, continually changing the speed of the vibrator. She was squirming as she walked and at one point she actually let out a little yelp. 

She looked at me when we got in the elevator and said, "I almost regret giving you that damn remote." Then she fell into my arms, kissing me wildly. "Almost!" 

~*~*~*~*~*~ 

I'd thought we were pretty much done late on Sunday. We went back to the pool again, wanting to cool off from spending most of the day in each others' arms in our room. Ann was doing a few laps along the wall while I was diving. It was just the two of us and we'd been there about an hour when she climbed out of the pool and stood on the side, watching me dive. That's when she decided our day wasn't done and she wanted to be daring one more time. 

She was wearing a different bikini than the bright pink one I'd become accustomed to. This one was a little smaller, the triangular patches covering just a little less skin. The top had a little bow in the front between her tits, while the bottom had the same little bows on her hips, which made it seem sexier to me somehow. Or maybe it was just sexier because it was white, which made her tan look even better, and with it being wet, I could make out Ann's little landing strip underneath it, not to mention her areolas and nipples. 

When I came up from the bottom of the deep end, she looked down at me and asked if I was ready to head back up to the room. I nodded and pulled myself out of the pool, walking over to the rack of towels. I grabbed one, but she walked right by, heading for the doorway, dripping. At first I wondered why she wasn't going to dry off, or at least wrap a towel around herself; then I realized she had to walk through the lobby to get to the elevators. 

I quickly dried myself while I walked, but I was at least twenty paces behind her when I hit the doorway. I followed the wet footprints she was leaving on the dark tile floor and as I rounded the corner, I watched her glide confidently through the hotel lobby early Sunday evening. The place wasn't too crowded, not like it would have been on a Friday or Saturday night when the bar was full, but there were over a dozen people milling about as Ann strolled past on the way to the elevator. 

When I saw several men's heads snap, following her with their eyes, I knew why she'd left me behind. If I had been walking with her, it wouldn't have had the same effect; they wouldn't have blatantly stared, admiring her, or lust after her like one guy was obviously doing right in front of his wife. As it was, Ann appeared to be alone, at least until I walked past a few seconds later. By then, I was giving them a show of my own, my cock creating a bulge that had to be visible even in my dark navy suit.  

I could see there were more surprises in store when she walked past the elevators, heading down the long carpeted hallway of rooms, including the one she had stayed in as Barbara. Halfway down that hall, just when I was entering it, she looked over her left shoulder and shot me a naughty grin. Continuing to slowly walk away from me, she reached behind her back, untying her bikini top. A few steps later, it was dangling from her left hand. 

I couldn't see her breasts, but I didn't need to. I knew she was dripping wet and now naked except for that little bikini bottom she was wearing. My gut told me she dripping wet somewhere else too. So was I; the pre-cum on the front of my swimsuit was feeling slicker than the wet material of my trunks. 

Ann opened the door to the stairs, stopping briefly to hang the bikini top on the doorknob. Then she was gone, disappearing behind the door as it closed. 

I followed her into the stairwell and stopped when I got to the landing on the third floor. There, hanging on the railing, was her bikini bottom. I leaned over the rail to look up and there she was; looking down at me from the top floor, tits proudly on display, her hard nipples announcing that she was turned on as much as I was. 

I fought my instincts and took my time walking up the final two flights of stairs. I turned the corner to climb the last part, and was blown away by the vision of Ann standing at the top with her back to me, legs spread wide to show me her dripping pussy as I made my way up to her. When I was a couple of steps below, I moved behind her and licked her pussy from bottom to top, making her almost collapse onto the floor. 

"Oh...GOD!" she screamed out, the noise reverberating down the stairwell. I was about to go in for another taste of her perfect pussy when she cried, "Hurry baby! Take me to the room and fuck me right now!" 

I took my time, fumbling for the key in my swim trunks with Ann beside me in the hall, naked and horny. For all my pretense at strength, I wanted her just as much as she wanted me. 




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 79



We never got past the entrance hall of the room. Once we were inside, I closed the door and dropped to my knees, pushing her to lean against the wall. I dove into that magical slit, digging my tongue wildly as I sucked with my mouth. She trembled again, begging me to make her cum. Usually I loved to draw out her orgasms whenever I ate her, wanting to make them more explosive; that wasn't going to be a problem. She was so worked up she was almost cumming the moment my lips brushed against her labia. 

Ann came all over my face, but before she finished, I got up quickly and turned her around, throwing her against the wall while I ripped my swimsuit down just enough to free my pounding dick. My left forearm was against her back, pushing her chest into the wallpaper as I pressed the tip of my cock against her gash. Shoving upward, I buried my cock in one violent thrust. 

"God...YES! FUCK ME NEIL! FUCK ME HARD!" she screamed. 

It was another brief encounter, but we made up for the lack of endurance with ten minutes of sex-crazed lust in its purest form. I fucked her just like the husband who eyed her in the lobby had wanted to. At the same time, she was getting exactly what she wanted when she decided to take that walk. She had paraded herself through the lobby like a tigress in heat, telling the world that she was ready for sex, hoping a huge tiger would leap out from the shadows of the jungle to take her. 

So, I did. 

~*~*~*~*~*~ 

Compared to our extended Sunday, Monday and Tuesday were like coming up one number short in the lottery; you win some money, but you miss out on the jackpot. Ann and I made the best of the time we had once I'd gotten off of work. We ran some errands, did a few things that needed to be done and we'd have a nice dinner. Of course, each night we'd have sex, amazing sex; but it wasn't quite as magical as what we'd done on Sunday. 

Not that that was a problem. We weren't really comparing. As they say in sports, not every play in the game makes the highlight reel. We knew that every time we had sex wasn't going to be mind-blowing as other times had been, or would be. And that was the key, at least for me, since any kind of sex with Ann was better than almost all the sex I'd ever had before. I knew I was lucky...and in a way, I was privileged to have such an incredible, inventive lover to call mine forever. So on those occasions when we only managed to be great together in bed instead of incredible, I could feel good knowing that incredible was not only out there, it was attainable more often than not. 

That was on my mind as I pulled into the hotel parking lot. I knew that incredible was going to happen again...if not later that night, then certainly the next. That was when my amazing fiancée was going to turn herself over to me and become my love slave once again. I hadn't given much thought as to what I'd do with that awesome responsibility, but it didn't worry me. That was the biggest difference between us. She planned things out beautifully, almost poetically with the way her mind could see details and options to make the things she set up so real. I tended to go with the flow, loving the rush that came from the spontaneity of the moment. They were different approaches, but both seemed to work for us. 

Ann was waiting for me in the lobby when I drove up under the awning to pick her up. Hopping in quickly, she practically jumped over the console between us to give me a big, wet kiss. She was worked up again, but it wasn't from me being off of work; she was thrilled about what we were going to be doing with our evening. 

"Are you ready, baby?" she asked excitedly. 

"Sounds like you are," I smiled. 

"I AM...we're going to find it tonight...I can feel it." 

The 'IT' she was talking about was a house. More specifically, our house. Carol had hooked us up with a Real Estate agent she knew, telling Ann he was a family friend, and was also very good. Ann agreed with Carol's assessment, because she'd gone looking at houses with him both Monday and Tuesday. 

Yet she had become frustrated, because the houses that fit our budget weren't very nice, and the ones that she liked were too expensive. There was the one that she actually liked, but the owners were looking to short sell, and their bank was going to work with them, but we weren't in a position to buy. We needed more time because of our circumstances. When I left for work, Ann was still in bed, groaning about having to go out and look at more houses, her aggravation with the process showing. 

I told her to relax and enjoy her day. Instead of going out on her own, I offered to go with them when I got off work, which helped. She was convinced that looking together, we'd find our little 'love nest,' as she called it. 

What we were really looking for was some kind of starter home. It had to be big enough so that when we decided it was time to have kids, which we both wanted eventually, we'd have the room at least to start. Yet every house she had seen that she liked was at least four bedrooms, and we didn't need that much space yet...and really, we couldn't afford it either. 

In order to come up with the down payment on our future home, Ann was cashing in stocks from her previous job. Unfortunately, it was all a bit of a crapshoot, since we wouldn't know how much we had until they sold, and with the amount of paperwork which had to be done first, it was going to take months. Even that part of the waiting game was only for permission to sell; then we would get to play the stock market game. 

All of which meant that the short sale home was out of our reach. Our cash flow issues meant that timing was going to be critical once we found the home we loved and wanted to make an offer. 

The other factor going against us was that we'd have to pay a healthy penalty in taxes on the money. We talked about that, wondering if it was worth it to cash in the stock when we could be using that money for a retirement someday. In the end, it was agreed that we wanted a house instead of an apartment...and cashing in the stock was not only the best way to accomplish that, it was really the only way. The cost of living in California meant Ann hadn't been able to save a lot and I'd been wiped out by my divorce. There was no savings for either of us to draw on, even after we'd both busted our asses working the last seven or so years. 

I'd been watching the stocks closely, checking the newspaper each day to get a read on how it was performing, watching for trends and I'd checked with a friend to determine the yearly highs and lows. Based on the information I'd been able to gather, I came up with a safe bottom level of what the stock would be worth once we'd be able to sell it. Taking out a healthy amount for taxes, what we'd have left over would be our down payment. We knew it would take a couple of months for the sale of a house to go through, so we figured if we made an offer, we'd have the money in time. 

The only downside was that if we couldn't find a place to move into right away, we'd be looking at having to rent an apartment for three to six months. That was something we'd need to have set up, just in case we couldn't find anything we liked. So, the plan was to house shop one more day and if we didn't find anything, we'd look for an apartment on Friday and Saturday. Ann dreaded that thought so much, she refused to acknowledge the backup plan, holding out hope that we'd find something when we went looking together with Greg Martin, the Real Estate Agent. 

~*~*~*~*~*~ 

I have to admit, Greg wasn't what I had been expecting. Ann had told me he was a sweet little old man, but I hadn't dreamed her description would be so literal. First, he was definitely sweet, his genuine southern charm coming across from the moment I shook his hand. And I suppose he could be described as old, with his striking white hair and weathered tan making him look a lot older than the mid-50s he really was. Still, when Ann had used the word 'little', I thought she was being endearing. I had no idea she meant he was...tiny. 

Greg couldn't have been more than five feet tall and I doubted he weighed a hundred pounds, but he was in incredible shape. When he gripped my hand as we shook, I couldn't believe how strong it was. I found out later that he'd been a jockey at a nearby horse track for years, retiring in his early 40s. He said he still rode horses, doing some occasional training on the side now that he was doing real estate full time. 

Leaving my car at his office, we hopped into Greg's huge Ford F-350 Crew Cab and he took us out to see the town. Well, he eventually took us to see the houses available in and around the town. First, he stopped so he could treat us to a quick dinner before we started. 

~*~*~*~*~*~ 

Her frustration was growing by the minute. We'd been through eight houses and none of them came close to what she was hoping for. I could understand her feelings – I'd only been doing it for a couple of hours, while she had three days worth of looking and failing to find our dream house. I held her hand as we sat in the back of the truck, letting Greg drive us to yet another home. He was whistling as he drove, ignoring the tension that was building behind him. I was sure he'd been down that road before...both the one he was driving and the one that Ann was on. 

As he drove up to the next house on his list, she saw the sign in the front yard and looked at the house. 

"NO," she said as stared at the two-story house. 

Greg never bothered to stop, or to ask why. He must have been used to having clients react that way, because he just drove by before glancing at his sales sheet, checking another address. We'd traveled another five minutes or so, when he whipped the big pickup into a convenience store parking lot and slammed it into park. Looking over his shoulder, he had a shit-eating grin on his face. 

"What?" Ann wondered as she looked around, her patience growing thin. "You're showing us a 7-11? Or did we stop to get a Slurpee?" she asked sarcastically. 

"I know this is hard, Ann," he said in a calming voice. "But I just had an idea. What are you two going to do if you don't find a home you like right now...where are you going to live?" 

"I don't want to talk about that!" she snapped. 

"An apartment," I said, looking at Ann, telling her with my eyes to calm down. 

"But you're going to rent...right?" 

"Yeah, but hopefully not for very long." 

"Right...let me make a call. I'll be right back!" 

Greg hopped out of the truck and walked over to a pay phone on the wall of the store. Dropping in a coin, he dialed and waited...and so did we. A couple of minutes later, he was walking back to the truck, giving us a thumbs-up. 

When he got in, he said, "He'll do it!" 

"Who'll do...what?" Ann asked. 

"Stan Jennings. He's a friend of mine...a contractor," Greg said, backing up the truck. "I'm going to take you somewhere...it's a little out of town, in kind of an odd little area. But I think you're going to like this." 

"Like what?" Ann asked again. 

"Patience, Ann. I'll have you there in ten minutes and you can see it for yourself." 

~*~*~*~*~*~ 

"Oh my God, Greg...is THAT the one you're talking about?" Ann asked as we drove into the driveway at the end of a dead-end road. 

"Yep...what do you think?" 

Driving along, we weren't sure where Greg was taking us. We'd left town going down a two-lane highway that I'd never been on before and then he'd exited, taking back roads through the winding, hilly terrain. It was hard to tell exactly where we were going, but my internal compass told me we'd headed east from town and when we'd gotten off the highway, we'd gone mostly south. 

We ended up turning into a neighborhood of sorts and I knew right away why Greg had referred to it as odd. We entered on a private road heading up a steep hill, driving between a little apartment complex on the right and a row of six condos on the left, both of which faced the road we'd just turned off of. Continuing up the hill, there was a house on the right side and two on the left. But what caught my eye was at the very top of the hill. 

It was a large, brown building with tan trim...and it was impossible to describe. It was like it was part apartment building, part condo, with a little bit of house...all rolled into one big package. The only thing for sure was that it had a lot of residences based on the large number of mailboxes mounted on the railing in front. The road turned to the left at the top of the hill, then we made another left in front of two other houses. 

Greg drove back down the hill a short ways, towards a house that was facing the top of the hill...and us. It didn't have a 'For Sale' sign in front, but with us being in the driveway, there was little doubt what house we were supposed to look at next. 

"I LOVE it," Ann cried, even before we'd seen the inside or knew anything about it. 

It was one of those moments where first impressions hit you so hard, it has a profound impact. And not only did Ann have that feeling, the moment I saw the place, I had it too. 

It was a light tan ranch with black shutters and a large porch that ran across the entire front, except for the one car garage that was to the left. It had a white spindled railing that ran along the porch, which made the front of the house look warm and inviting. The house itself was built on the side of the steep hill, the yard to the right sweeping down and around the house; the left side more level, but still sloping away from us. I could see the side yard to the right, which was decently sized and private, the border of the yard covered by trees and thick green vegetation. 

We left the fresh blacktop of the driveway, walking down the sidewalk leading to the front porch. Greg retrieved a key from a lock box on the front door, just like those that had been on the other houses we'd visited. That surprised me a little because of the lack of a sign but seconds later Greg slipped the key into the door, opening it and motioning for us to walk in first. 

"Oh my God," Ann gasped, looking inside for the first time. My mouth opened as well as we looked at the great room. It was a large living room, with a dining area and the big open kitchen to the back right. In the back of the room there was a large French door that opened to a deck off the back of the house. Ann walked across the floor to the French door, looking out the back toward the mountains. 

"Come here and look at this, Neil," she said. 

The back of the house faced the back of the townhouses, which were down the hill. We were standing in what would be the dining area looking out to the west, past the deck and over the roof of the townhouses toward the mountains in the distance. The timing was perfect as the sun was just about to set. The sky was filled with brilliant colors and Ann let out a little sigh. I knew at once what she was thinking; we could have that view off of our deck every night. 

Greg went into sales mode, telling us all about the house. The first part, we already knew, just walking in the large, empty space we were standing in. 

"Well, as you can probably tell, this is a brand new home...no previous owner. It's smaller than most of the ones you've looked at; just a little under 1,300 square feet. Stan made up for the lack of land he had to work with by packing a lot into the house. The first thing he did was simplify, so he went with a one car garage to give you more house. He also made this a great room, which gives the feeling the house is bigger." 

"It does feel big," Ann said. 

"Of course it does, babe. There's no furniture in it," I laughed. 

"No...but I can picture where things would be. And I still think it's big," she said. 

"Wait till you see the bedrooms," Greg said as he walked down the hall. 

There were three of them, along with the two full bathrooms. Greg's insinuation about the bedrooms being big didn't fit the first one down the hall to the right, which was on the small side. Across the hall from that room was the entrance to the hall bathroom, with the washer and dryer closet next to it, which was at the end of the hallway to the left. But the end, to the right, was the door to another bedroom and as we walked in, Ann gasped again. 

"It's so huge!" she smiled. 

"Yes, it is...and it's not the master bedroom," he laughed. 

It could have been. It was bigger than most bedrooms I'd ever been in, with a nice-sized closet. We looked out the bedroom window and saw the side of the neighboring house across from the front porch...and immediately noticed that it had no window on that side. And as if Greg was reading our thoughts, he commented on that very fact. 

"Stan is big on privacy...building homes in the hills is tricky. But this one is nice, because no one can see into your windows, except in the living room." 

He was right. When we walked through the door at the very end of the hallway into the master bedroom, Ann turned to look out the two windows of the room, catching the unobstructed view of the sun as it slipped beyond the mountain range. 

The master bedroom was slightly bigger than the other room. Along the back wall, just to the left of one of the two windows was another hall...one that led to the master bathroom and a walk-in closet. It wasn't that big and in truth, all of the closets were on the small side; that seemed to be the one thing the place lacked. One that I thought that would be a deal-breaker, considering Ann had so many clothes. 

And that seemed more likely when she mentioned it to Greg. 

"Yes...I agree. Stan could have used some of the bedroom space and given more thought to the closet space. That's one of the reasons it's been on the market so long." 

"On the market...there's no sign out front." 

"I took it down. The neighbors got tired of seeing it. Since this is at the end of a dead-end road, no one was driving by to see the sign anyway, not in this neighborhood. Most people don't even know there are houses up here. They see the condos and apartments below and the big apartment building at the top of the hill, and well...they don't think houses." 

"Why is that, and why are there so many different kinds of dwellings here?" 

"West Virginia zoning at its finest, Neil. They zoned this residential, but that left some pretty big loopholes. It's getting better, though. Ten years ago you could have had a trailer park next to a million dollar mansion. They've changed that now, but what's done is done...if it's already built, there's not a lot you can do about it. Besides, in this case, the houses were built after the condos and the apartments...not the other way around, which is what gets people upset." 

"We're not upset...are we Neil?" Ann mused. 

"I'm not...but what about the lack of closet space? There's not even a coat closet in the front of the house?" 

"So, we store some of our coats in the little bedroom...and we get a coat tree to hang them on by the door to the garage. I can put some of my clothes in the other bedroom closet for now. Is there a basement, Greg?" 

"No...this is it. There is a crawlspace though. A pretty nice one...big enough to stand in on this end of the house. Come on, I'll show you." 

We stepped out the French door, onto the huge deck that was about ten feet off the ground. Walking down the stairs, we went around the back yard to a small, four-foot high door in the cement wall. When Greg went to unlock it, Ann laughed. 

"Is this Cousin Itt's room?" she asked. 

"Careful, Ann. I'm the same size as Cousin Itt, I just don't have as much hair," Greg chuckled, opening the door and stepping over the one-foot wall at the bottom, not having to duck to get inside. We stepped in after him and Greg pulled out a flashlight to find the pull chain for the light. Once it was on, we saw just how open it was under the house. 




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 80



To say that Ann was surprised I'd found a way to handcuff her to the bed after we'd made love was a bit of an understatement. I'd rolled over, pinning her beneath me as I stretched her arms high over her head. She thought it was a playful prelude to yet another lovemaking session, following up on the one we'd finished ten minutes before. As wonderful as that thought was, it was just after midnight and I pointed out to her she'd ceased to be Anna, my naughty fiancée. She'd unknowingly transformed into Annabelle, my love slave for the next 24 hours.

Ann had mentioned weeks before that she wanted to submit to me again. She even picked the exact day, saying she wanted to have it set in stone so she could prepare herself. Instead, I'd caught her off guard, having taken the date more literally than she had originally intended. 

Even though Ann had willingly lifted her left leg so I could tie a rope to her ankle, spreading her open and making her vulnerable, I could tell by the look on her face that she thought Thursday would start after I got off of work. That would have given her all day to think about what was to come and prepare her mind for what I might do to her. I'd shortened that window considerably; she had just a moment or two to decide if she really wanted to go through with being Annabelle again.

~*~*~*~*~*~

We got back to our room after finding what we hoped would be our future home, and I took a quick shower. While Ann was taking hers, I looked at the nightstand clock and it dawned on me that Thursday was less than an hour away. At that point, my devious little mind kicked into gear and all kinds of ideas of what I could do started flooding in...starting with a phone call.

Grabbing the phone, I dialed, breathing a sigh of relief when I heard the familiar voice say, "Front desk, this is Heather. How can I help you?" 

"That would depend," I said with a naughty laugh.

"Neil! I didn't see you and Ann come back. How did the house searching go?"

"I think we finally found one, Heather. We should be signing an agreement on Friday."

"Really? That's fantastic!"

"Yeah, we're really excited about it. Thanks for asking."

"You're welcome."

"Anyway, I was wondering...." 

"You know, somehow I had the feeling you didn't call just me to tell me that."

"I'm not the one that brought it up. You did."

"True," she laughed, "So, what is it I can do for you, and what does it depend on?" 

"It depends on whether or not you want to help me with a little project I'm working on for Ann."

"Project? What kind of project."

"It's me...and Ann. There's really only one kind of project it could be, isn't there?"

"Sex?" Heather asked.

"Yep."

"Count me in," she laughed again.

"You don't even know what I want you to do yet."

"It doesn't matter, Neil. If it's for Ann, I'm in. What do you need me to do?"

With a willing Heather behind me, I gave her a couple of tasks that would help set the stage for what I hoped would be a memorable day. I didn't necessarily feel the need to top what we'd done in Colorado, or want to, really. But I hoped to be in the same ballpark, and with the number of ideas that were running around inside my head, I liked my chances.

Still, I needed to know if Ann was really on board. Even thought she'd said she wanted to become Annabelle weeks before, it wasn't a stretch to think she could have changed her mind. So, just before I finished securing her to the mattress, I asked if she was sure she was ready to...well, to submit to me. I'd caught her by surprise, starting her day as my love slave at the moment Wednesday became Thursday, and I wanted to confirm she still wanted to do it. I also needed to make sure she was okay with the adventure lasting 24 hours, instead of the eight or nine she'd had in her head.

While she took a moment to consider the situation, I could see in her eyes that she was nervous; but she was also excited. A large part of that excitement stemmed from the fact that I'd found a way to take something she was anticipating, and turn it into the unexpected position she found herself trapped in. When Ann saw me smile, she relaxed, knowing she was safe and that I was putting an effort into making her erotic dreams come true again.

Once she gave me the go-ahead, accepting that she was going to be Annabelle for ALL of Thursday, I tied her other ankle securely. Then, I surprised her again by kissing her on the mouth and telling her goodnight.

"What?" she wondered, her eyes following me as I walked around the other bed to the floor lamp in the corner of the room.

"I said, goodnight."

"You're going to bed?"

I turned the switch on the lamp, the bulb brightening a couple of times before leaving us both in the dark. "Yes, I'm going to bed. I have to go to work in the morning."

"Then why did you tie me up now, Neil? Couldn't this have waited until tomorrow?"

"It is tomorrow, Annabelle. I can do anything I want to do with you, because you belong to me until Friday. And this is how I want things for now...any other questions?"

"No, sir," she answered quietly.

"Good. Now, you lie there and think about that big load of cum that's going to start dripping out of your pussy any second. I want you to feel it running down your ass. I want it to remind you of what kind of woman Annabelle is. Tell, me, Annabelle, what kind of woman are you?"

Ann giggled, "I'm your dirty slut, Neil."

"That's right. Good night...my dirty little slut."

"Goodnight, baby. I love you."

"I love you too."

~*~*~*~*~*~

Watching Ann the following morning, I was amazed. She looked so beautiful lying there, sleeping soundly. I couldn't get over how natural she seemed in what would normally be considered a lewd, vulgar display. Somehow, even in her sleep, she made being tied up in a spread-eagle position appear... graceful... almost artistic.

Part of it was her sexy, athletic body. The way her muscles contrasted with her soft curves gave her a powerful yet feminine look. Adding to the tranquility of the scene, there was her cute little snore as she lay dreaming. She actually seemed comfortable even with how I'd tucked her in, her arms held over her head, legs stretched toward the corners at the foot of the bed.

Heading toward the bathroom to get ready for work, I was torn about what to do. Part of me wanted to let her sleep because she looked so peaceful. But at the same time, Ann wasn't Ann, or even Anna. She was Annabelle. With that moniker came certain expectations, most important of which being how she had described herself the night before. She was my dirty slut, her eyes full of excitement when she said it. When I remembered the slight disappointment I heard in her voice when I'd told her we weren't starting then, I knew what I needed to do.

First, I threw on my robe and took a quick little trip down the hall, coming back with the ice bucket filled to the top. Then I quietly opened the large trunk of sex toys we had placed at the foot of the bed she was on, pulling out one of her many dildos and the little egg vibrator I'd used on her a couple of days before.

Standing beside the bed, I looked closely at Ann's pussy, worried that I may need to use some lube for what I'd planned to do. But I didn't need to be concerned. Ann seemed to be as wet as she'd been the night before, and I was able to easily slip the little vibrator inside her. She let out a little moan and licked her lips, but she didn't wake up.

Ann didn't even wake up when I first placed the tip of the fat rubber cock against her labia. Her eyes blinked a couple of times as I began using it to split her cunt open, slowly inching it inside her. But she still seemed out of it when I had the head of the dildo completely inside her. It wasn't until I turned on the vibrator that her eyes flew open at the same time her head snapped up.

"OH...FUCK!" she screamed as the sensations ripped through her body.

"Good morning, Annabelle," I grinned as I rammed the fake cock deeper inside her cunt, forcing the vibrator further into her body.

"OH...OH...UHHHHHH" she groaned, her arms and legs pulling against the restraints as she tried to move. She struggled like that for several seconds before she realized she was tied up, suddenly remembering what was happening. 

Picking up the phone, I called down to room service to order breakfast. I told the girl that answered that I wanted it delivered in a half-hour, knowing I needed time to get ready. Hanging up, I looked down at my love, her face contorted in the most wonderful way as the vibrations continued to torture her pussy.

"I'm going to take a shower, Annabelle. I have to get ready. I'll be back in a little bit. In the meantime, you are NOT allowed to cum. Do you understand?"

"H...how am I supposed to keep that from happening?"

"You can do it babe...consider it a challenge."

"What if I can't? What if I cum?"

"Hmm...what do YOU think?"

"I'll be punished?" she said, her voice quiet and shaky.

"Probably," I said as I leaned down to kiss her forehead. I shoved the dildo deeper into Ann's quivering pussy and wedged the ice bucket up against the end to hold it in place.

"Oh...God...Neil!" Ann whined as she felt the cock fill her cunt.

"Not enough of a challenge?" I grinned as I grabbed the remote control, turning the vibrator up to high. "There...that should help."

Ann clamped her eyes shut, her body writhing against the mattress as she tried desperately to suppress the pleasure she was feeling. I chuckled as I headed to the bathroom to get ready for my day at work; one that I suddenly wasn't really looking forward to.

I took my time, taking a long shower to kind of get myself going. I'd gotten up early, not wanting to have to rush, hoping to have a little time to play with Ann before I left. But I also needed to be able to take care of her. I had a plan, but it also had to include certain necessities for Ann, the first of which being to order food. I was out of the shower and had just finished shaving when I heard a knock. Walking to the door in just my pants, I opened it to find a young man with the serving cart carrying our breakfast.

Bringing the cart inside, he asked me where I wanted it. I pointed to the wall across from the bathroom, telling him to leave it there as I walked into the bedroom to get my wallet. I glanced over at Ann as I walked past her. She was whimpering, her eyes wide and unblinking as she watched me. Just then a wave of pleasure hit her and she tried to fight off. It was like she was lingering near the edge of a cliff and the climax building within her was trying to push her over.

The sounds she was making were enough to raise the curiosity of the young man standing near the door. He was craning his neck, yet couldn't see around the corner. I smiled as I walked back, handing him a five for his trouble.

"Is everything okay?" he asked.

"What? Oh, yeah...everything's find. My fiancée is just a little worked up, that's all."

"She sounds like she doesn't feel well."

"She's just hungry. But she's naked and she likes to eat her breakfast that way. She's waiting for you to go. I'll leave the cart outside when we're finished."

"Oh...okay," he said as he reluctantly turned to walk out the door.

As I took a couple of minutes to finish getting ready, I wondered briefly if I should have let him have a peek at Ann before he left. It might have been exciting and I grinned when I imagined what his reaction would have been, and Ann's. But that also would have complicated what I had in mind. I didn't have a lot of time to begin with. Wasting some of it on what would have been at most a titillating thrill didn't seem all that wise.

Originally, I liked the idea of leaving Ann tied up like she was while I was gone. But I knew I'd be away for a big part of the day and I just couldn't do that to her. I needed to give her a chance to eat and to go the bathroom. I wanted to have fun with her, and while she and I both knew there was going to be some pain involved, I wanted her to feel as comfortable about everything as possible. 

Wheeling the cart over the table, I opened the curtains to a beautiful day; the sun having just risen. Even with our window facing south, I could see the rays warming the valley; the clear sky was already a brilliant blue. Ann moaned as she turned her head to watch me as I walked toward the bed, moving the ice bucket. Gazing between her legs, I smiled.

Removing the dildo, I pulled on the cord of the vibrating egg, turning it off in the process. I watched her labia stretch open as the little plastic oval slowly passed through them, sighing at the way her lips gripped at it. 

"How many times did you cum?" I asked.

"T...twice," she answered nervously.

I started untying the rope from the bed that was attached to Ann's left leg. "Well, we'll have to deal with that later tonight."

"I'm sorry, Neil...I really tried."

"I'm sure you did, Annabelle. But like I said, there will be some consequences. At least you told me the truth, so I won't have to punish you for that."

"You knew I came. I could tell by the way you were looking at me. There was no sense lying about it."

"Did you think about lying?"

"No, I'd never lie to you. Besides, I already knew there was going to be some punishment today. It's all part of being a dirty slut," she said as I massaged her leg, trying to bring it back to life.

I did the same to her right leg after I untied it, leaving the ropes bound to her ankles so I wouldn't have to re-tie that part. I got the key for the cuffs out of the trunk and removed them, helping Ann up. She was a little wobbly at first, but she steadied herself as she took a couple of steps.

"Why don't you go to the bathroom and clean up a little while I get breakfast ready?" I said as I patted her gently on the ass.

Feeling my hand on her cheek, she giggled. "I'm guessing there's more of that to come later," she grinned as she headed to the bathroom.

~*~*~*~*~*~

"You know, I love fruit for breakfast," Ann said as she dug her spoon into her grapefruit.

She looked stunning. Her hair was a little mussed from lying on the bed all night, but it looked sexy. She'd taken the time to do her makeup while she was in the bathroom, applying dark eye shadow and thick mascara, along with some heavy rouge and bright red lipstick. She said when she came out of the bathroom that she wanted to look the part of the dirty slut she'd become for the day.

Munching on a fresh bowl of melon, grapes, pineapple and strawberries, I nodded in agreement. "I do too. I just don't do it that often."

There I was, sitting in my tan Dockers and a navy blue golf shirt, while Ann was sitting across from me in front of the window, wearing just a couple of ropes attached to her lower limbs. Sure, we were five stories up and there were no buildings to the south, only the cars below flying along the interstate. But it was still damn erotic that Ann was naked in front of a window. It got even better when she finished her grapefruit and picked up a banana, bringing it to her mouth. She started playing with it like it was an erect cock, licking it sexually as I ate.

"Having fun?" I asked.

"Yes...I am," she said as she took the end into her mouth and acted like she was sucking it. "Giving you any ideas?"

"Yes, it does. You seem to like having things in your mouth."

"I do. Do you have something in mind?" she cooed sexily.

"Actually, I do. Let me finish breakfast and we'll see how we can put that pretty little mouth of yours to good use."

"Goody," Ann giggled, peeling her banana in the most erotic fashion imaginable. 

She followed that up by eating it so provocatively, I wondered if I'd be able to leave for work after all. Or at the very least, I might have to stay long enough to fuck the shit out of her before heading off. But that wasn't in the plans, no matter how horny I was. I had an idea in my head of how things needed to play out for the day and being late for work wasn't an option.

When I finished eating, I pushed my bowl away and stood up. Walking to the sex bed, I motioned to Ann. "Come here, Annabelle. Time to fill that pretty little mouth of yours."

Ann got up, but I put up my hand and she froze in place. "What?" she asked innocently.

"You should be wearing heels...black ones," I said, pointing at her bare feet.

"Oh...okay. They're in the closet," she said as she started to walk. Holding my hand up again, Ann stopped in her tracks. "What?"

"I know the last time we did this you were barefoot. And you might be again before the days over. But I'd like you to start in your heels."

"I know. I was going to get them."

"Yes, but you're not allowed to walk if you don't have them on. Crawl."

"Crawl," Ann laughed, at least until she saw me staring at her in disapproval. Dropping to her hands and knees, she crawled across the floor in front of me, saying, "I'm sorry, Master."

I was surprised she'd used such a formal name. We'd gone over what to call each other the first time in Colorado and I'd told Ann I wanted her to call me what felt comfortable to both of us. But 'Master' wasn't one of those terms she'd used that often. I wondered if it stemmed from her making me call her 'Mistress' when she was pretending to be Barbara for me. Not that it mattered. Calling me Master seemed to fit the moment and I knew it wouldn't happen all the time.

Ann slowly made her way to the closet, slipping on her heels, taking the time to strap the little straps around her ankles just below the ropes that were still tied to them. But instead of walking, Ann crawled back to me, dragging the ropes behind her. When she got in front of me, she reached up for my zipper, smiling up at me as she tried to pull it down.

"What are you doing, Annabelle?"

"I'm pulling out your cock. You said you wanted me to fill my mouth."

"Yes I did. But I didn't say anything about my cock. You haven't earned that yet today. You still have to be punished for cumming when you weren't supposed to."

"Yes...Neil," she said as she put her hands down.

"I've really got to get to work, so your punishment will have to wait. But now I know that I can't trust you not to cum when I'm not here...so, we're going to have to do something about that."

I helped Ann to her feet and had her stand at the foot of the bed. Opening the trunk, I reached inside and pulled out the ball gag she'd used on me earlier in the week, the grin on her face making me shiver. Putting in her mouth, I buckled the leather strap behind her head and then pulled her hair out from under it so it would be more comfortable for her. After that I put a collar on her neck, making sure that the metal ring was in the front. Slipping my finger into the ring, I pulled her to me, kissing her mouth. Well, I kissed the ball gag.

"There...that's better. Now, up on the bed," I said as I slapped her ass hard.

Ann squealed happily and hopped up on the mattress, centering herself just like she'd been when she'd woken up. I tied her legs wide like they'd been before, spreading her open. But instead of using the cuffs, I pulled out two other ropes and tied her arms wide like her legs, putting her in more of a true spread eagle position. Finally, I stuffed a big pillow under her ass, lifting it up just like I'd done to her in Colorado.

"Comfy?" I asked as I looked down at my sexy angel. Ann smiled from behind the ball gag, nodding as she kind of scooted her ass back and forth like she was settling in. "Well, we'll see what we can do to change that," I added as I walked back to the trunk.

I knew it was in there, because I'd seen 'Mistress Barbara' put it there when she'd finished playing with me that wonderful Friday night. Sure enough, there was the tube of stimulation cream that Ann had somehow found a way to retrieve from my room that night. I grabbed it and another item, before walking back over to Ann. When she saw what I was holding, her yes grew wide.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 80



"UN-UNNNN," she moaned from behind the gag, her head shaking violently back and forth.

"Oh...I think so," I said with a wicked grin. "After all, they say turnabout is fair play. Or...payback's a bitch, whichever cliché you want to use."

I opened the tube, not bothering to find a rubber glove like Ann had used. I simply squeezed a glob onto my middle finger and leaned over Ann's chest. I started with her nipples, covering each of them with a shiny coating of the cream. Then I started to go to her pussy, but I had a wicked idea. So wicked that I actually let out a nasty little laugh, making Ann shiver. I went back to the toy chest and picked up one more item; one all too familiar to Ann.

Crawling between Ann's legs, I put some more cream on my finger, applying it generously on the outside of her labia all around her suddenly wet cunt. Then, I put some directly to her engorged clit, which made her scream...not from pain, but from knowing what the stuff was going to do to her. Whatever the cream was made of, it had a profound effect on wherever you put it. It turned very warm and it made your skin tingle, a lot. Ann knew that because she'd put it on my cock and she felt what it could do just from the transfer when she fucked me. Now, she was having it applied directly on her clit, which would only make the sensations more intense.

But I didn't stop there. I had grabbed Ann's old friend Antonio from the trunk...well, one of the many identical dildos she had and I picked it up off the mattress, coating it thoroughly. Placing it against Ann's cunt, I moved the head up and down, splitting her pussy lips. Then, I eased the fat rubber cock into her hole, pushing it farther and farther inside her until I only had about an inch left. I fucked her back and forth, twisting my wrist to spin the shaft inside her before pulling it out a minute or so later. Once I'd finished with Ann's pussy, I lubed up the dildo again and did the same thing to her ass, reaming her for a little bit before pulling it out and leaving it between her legs.

I'd gone into the bathroom to wash my hands thoroughly. When I returned, Ann's eyes were watering a little and I wiped around them with my thumb as I leaned down to kiss her.

"Are you okay?" I asked. She nodded, her eyes blinking. Wanting to make sure that she had a way to call me off since she couldn't talk to say our safe word, I said, "If we need to stop, grunt three times real loud and I'll know that's you saying 'Utah', okay?"

Ann was silent and she nodded again to let me know she understood me. With that, I picked up the blindfold I'd laid on the table between the beds and I put it on Ann.

"There...now, no cumming until I get back. I'll be back to check on you at lunchtime. I love you Annabelle."

Ann tried to talk through the rubber ball in her mouth and I could make out that she loved me too. It sounded so sexy to me it made my cock throb again in my pants. I knew I had to get going or risk missing work entirely. Picking up my keys, I headed off, smiling as I looked back at Ann one last time. It was going to be a good day, full of surprises for her. The next one was coming up in just a couple of hours.

~*~*~*~*~*~

I was having my worst day at work since I'd started my new job. Actually, the work was going fine, but I was having a hard time concentrating on whatever I was doing. I couldn't get Ann off of my mind long enough to get anything accomplished. I was thinking about how I left her and about what I planned to do with her when I went back for lunch. Not to mention what I wanted to do with her once I got work at the end of the day. I was excited about it, having all kinds of ideas running though my brain and that was keeping me from getting anything done.

In fact, the only thing I actually felt I had accomplished all morning was calling Mary Ann at Henrietta's house to tell her that Ann wouldn't be making her daily dress fitting. Ann had been going there every day to see Mary Ann's mom, Camilla, who was making Ann's wedding dress. Camilla would show her what she'd done so far and make changes and alterations. I called Mary Ann so she could tell Camilla that Ann would be tied up all day. I just left out the part where she'd be fucked, and spanked, and eaten and playfully tortured by her fiancé.

Mary Ann told me it wouldn't be a problem. Camilla was apparently far enough along with the dress, she could skip one day. In fact, Mary Ann said the dress was very close to being done. She told me that just a final fitting needed to make sure everything was the way Ann wanted it, which could be done on Friday. That astounded me. But as good as that news was my mind was on something else as soon as I hung up the phone.

My thoughts were suddenly occupied with what Ann had been doing. More accurately, I was thinking of what was being done to her. I checked the clock on the wall for the tenth time in the past ten minutes, wondering why it seemed to be stuck. Of course it wasn't, but it certainly felt like it.

Groaning to myself, I went back to work on a spreadsheet I'd created on the new computer on my desk, still getting used to the updated version of software that came with it. The employees I'd hired were in the process of being trained, and my boss Jeff had me evaluating their progress. One of his tasks he'd given me was to start putting together balanced crews so that once we started live production we could hit the ground running. I was plotting out potential scenarios with different combinations of people, trying to come up with teams that made sense. There were a lot of numbers to crunch and it wasn't helping that I couldn't seem to concentrate for more than a minute or so.

The biggest distraction was not knowing whether my first little plan of the day had even taken place, let alone whether it had worked or not. The truth was I wasn't going be able to relax until I found out. Stewing in my chair, I fidgeted more than I worked; my anticipation building along with the tension I was feeling in my shoulders.

When my phone rang, I had been leaning back in my chair, staring at the latest changes to the spreadsheet on the monitor. I almost flipped over backwards from the startling sound. Maybe it was because the ringer was set louder than I remembered, or perhaps it was so because it was so quiet in the office. Either way, I was thankful there was no one else there at the time to see me scramble to stay upright.

I hit the button to lower the volume of the ring first before picking up the receiver. "Good Morning, Neil Thomas," I said softly, feeling a little weird about answering the phone the same way I'd answered it at my old job.

"Hi Neil. It's Heather."

"Hi, Heather. How are you?"

"Exhilarated!" she said excitedly, the air escaping her lungs as she exhaled deeply with her answer. "Thank you so much for letting me a part of what you're doing with Ann today. God...that was such a turn on."

"So, how did it go?"

"Well obviously she freaked out at first. Then she freaked out big time when I finally touched her. But once I started, she didn't seem to care."

"Did she know it was you?" I asked.

"Not unless she speaks Spanish," Heather laughed.

"You speak Spanish?"

"Yeah...I took it in High School and all four years in college. I also speak French, but I thought a French maid was a little too stereotypical for what I was doing. Of course, a lot of the cleaning staff is Hispanic, so maybe that's a stereotype too. But it seemed to make more sense to speak Spanish because of that."

I laughed and said, "You know, maybe you should have spoken French. I never asked, but she might know a little Spanish. After all, she lived in California for ten years."

"She didn't seem to, but then again, she had her mouth full...in more ways than one," she chuckled.

"Tell me what happened, Heather," I said excitedly.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Part of my plan was to tie Ann up and leave her that way while I was at work. But I realized almost immediately that presented a problem. Housekeeping would be coming by the room, as they did every day to clean. As one would expect, someone would come by to vacuum, dust, and clean the bathroom, not to mention swapping out the used towels and changing the sheets on the bed.

I could have easily sidestepped that little landmine by just hanging the 'do not disturb' sign on the door. I even thought about it when I first thought about the maid coming by to ruin my plan. I'd hung the sign before on weekends when I wanted to sleep in, so there was no harm using it in the middle of the week. But then I wondered what it would be like for Ann if she got caught naked and tied up by the maid. I got so hard just by the thought my cock would fall off.

Yet doing it for real was too risky. I didn't know all of the maids and there was no guarantee that one of them might turn not out to be a guy. What I needed was to find a way to make the fantasy and thrill of situation real for Ann, while making sure she was ultimately safe. That's where Heather came in.

When I called Heather at the front desk while Ann was showering, I asked if it was possible for her to be the maid for our room Thursday morning. It was a lot to ask, considering she was getting off of work at midnight and her shift started on Friday at four in the afternoon. Having to come back in to the hotel at around 9:00 AM was going to be difficult. But Heather was so excited she volunteered before I finished asking, not even knowing all the details yet.

Heather got back to the hotel about a quarter after nine and she went straight to housekeeping to talk to the department leader. She told me she used an excuse about having a special request from my company, Armada, and she needed to handle it personally. Apparently it wasn't unprecedented that someone outside the cleaning staff might clean a room, so she was able to get her own housekeeping cart without any hassle.

Since my room was at the end of the hall, it was the last on the floor to be cleaned. That worked to Heather's advantage as she got off the elevator. The two girls cleaning my floor had just started and she told them she would be handling my room. Heather said she knocked on the door and yelled housekeeping in English, but with a Hispanic accent. Then she slipped the passkey into the door and opened it, pushing the cart inside to hold the door open.

"I tried to make it seem like I was really a maid," Heather said as she started telling me what happened. "So I started with the bathroom, cleaning in there. And that was hard, because even though I was pretending I didn't know Ann was there, I knew she was. I figured she was probably freaking out and I really wanted to look at her. But I had to resist, because I wanted my reaction to be natural when I eventually saw her."

"So...how long was it before you saw her?" I asked.

"Oh, about ten minutes. I really cleaned, Neil. I didn't want to take any shortcuts, because I wanted it to feel real and I didn't want to leave any hints later that I wasn't a real maid. Ann could pick up on that. The funny thing was, after a little while, it started to feel real to  me . I was singing in Spanish and talking to myself in Spanish, trying to make it more authentic. And the more I did that, the more I got into it, to the point that I wasn't just acting like a maid, I really felt like one."

"Now you know why Ann and I love role playing so much. You can kind of get lost in it."

"Absolutely. It was fun! Anyway, when I finally finished the bathroom, I moved to the bedroom and that's when I saw Ann."

"And?"

"Neil, that's one of the hottest things I've seen. I've never gotten into bondage before, but I may have to start after today. That was so...HOT!"

"How was she...was she okay?" I asked worried about what kind of shape Ann was after being tied up for a couple of hours.

"She was fine...although that cream you told me you were going to use on her to get even must something. I've never seen a wetter pussy, even in porn. And her nipples were huge!"

"Actually, they're pretty big most of the time. So, what did you do once you saw her?"

"I acted like I was shocked. Actually, I WAS shocked and I started rambling. I could see the look on her face, even with her eyes covered and that thing in her mouth. She was panicking...big time."

"So, what happened then?"

"I said I needed to go close the door, because I didn't want anyone walking in. But she didn't seem to understand anything I was saying. I think she thought when she heard the door shut that I left. When I came back and started running the vacuum cleaner around the room, she kind of freaked out again. I could see her arms and legs pulling at the ropes like she was trying to get up and run."

Heather said she finished vacuuming the entire room, and dusting. Then she changed the sheets and made the other bed, making sure she talked a lot. She also said she'd stop every once in a while to stare at Ann, getting close to her. Ann apparently could tell she was being leered at, because she'd react to the change, even smiling at one point.

"So...when you finally finished doing the maid part of the job, what did you end up doing with Ann?" I asked.

"Well, I had to have a reason to stay...so I got on the phone and pretended to make a phone call. I was speaking mostly Spanish, but I also tried to speak some broken English in my fake accent and I kept saying 'sick', like I was calling off sick. I even said, 'Si...sick...si,' like I was trying to convince them until they finally got it. After that, I hung up and I walked to the door and put the chain on, making sure it was loud enough that Ann would probably hear it."

"So...did you have an idea of what you were going to do with her?"

"Not really. I was kind of just going with the flow, seeing how she reacted. When I came back, I climbed onto the bed next to Ann and I leaned down close to her ear. I started talking sexy to her and then I licked her ear, which made her flinch. But not as much as when I put my hand on her stomach."

"So she freaked out again?"

"Just a little bit. I started rubbing her stomach really gently and whispering in her ear, she started whimpering. That's when I knew she was turned on."

Heather said she decided to get undressed, so that Ann would be more relaxed with whatever they did. And Heather said it seemed to work, especially when she rubbed her naked body against Ann's. At that point, Ann seemed more excited than tense.

"Did you make her cum?" I asked.

"Oh...we both came," Heather said sexily. "First, I moved down between her legs and I ate her. God, Neil, it was so fucking hot. I took my time, and because Ann couldn't move it really made it more erotic. I love the way she moans when she's about to cum, and I kind of stalled it a couple of times."

"You got her close?"

"Yeah...at least twice. When I finally let her cum it was magical. She tastes so different than Carol. A little sweeter"

"Every girl's different Heather...including you," I laughed.

"Huh...I guess I never thought of that. Every guy's a little different when they cum, why wouldn't women be the same?"

"I'll take you word on that," I laughed. "So...how did Ann make YOU cum?" 

"Well, first, I moved my body so that my pussy was over one of her hands so she could finger me while I picked up the dildo that was between her legs and started fucking her with it. But that was too awkward. She was having trouble moving her fingers and was too far away, so neither of us was getting much out of what we were doing. I hesitated when it came to taking off the thing you had in her mouth, because I didn't want to ruin what you were doing with her. But I really needed to cum."

"So she ate you?"

"Yeah...in fact, she was amazing. I pulled the ball out of her mouth down toward her neck and I sat on her face while I fucked her with the dildo. She started licking me and sucking on my clit like she couldn't wait to return the favour. We almost came together. I came and then she came right after me."

"Wow, Heather, I don't know what to say."

"Me either. It's all so surreal. I still can't believe I did it. Hell, I can't believe you asked me to do it. I can't believe  any  of this. I've never done anything like what I've done the last couple of weeks. I'd never been with a woman before Carol and now I've been with a second one."

"I know what you mean. Ann kind of went through the same thing when we first started, and now...well...."

Heather sighed, almost sounding regretful. "Yeah, but it's not like she had much of a choice today. I made her do it."

"That's what Ann loves, Heather. She loves it when she's made to do things she wouldn't normally do. That's why we're doing what we're doing today. It's more intense and for whatever reason, Ann loves not being in control sometimes."

"Do you do this a lot?"

"No...actually, this is only the second time. But I think we both know it won't be the last."

"But you make it seem like you make her do things all the time."

"I guess I do to some degree, but obviously we don't go this far very often. I think you know by now that Ann's pretty good at coming up with some incredible things on her own for the two of us to do. This is just one way I can give back some thrills and she seems to really love it."

"I guess that's what makes you such a perfect couple," Heather said with a little laugh.

"Thanks, Heather. That's sweet of you to say. So, is Ann okay...how did you leave her?"

"I'd like to think I left her happy!"

"HA! I'm sure she is, but you know what I mean."

"Yeah, I do. I thanked her for eating me. Actually, when I got off of her face, I said, 'Gracias, Senorita,' and she was so sweet. She said, 'Thank you too, lover.' I've never had anyone call me that before, Neil. I mean, I know she was just caught up in the moment. But it was so nice of her to say that."

I smiled when I thought of Ann, lying tied to the bed, unable to see who was in the room with her and having to do whatever that person wanted her to do. But even in that most bizarre of circumstances, Ann still found a way to make a personal connection. Sure, Heather was right. Ann had called her 'lover' because of the intensity of the moment. But Ann was speaking to someone she didn't think would understand her, so she used a word that described how she felt at the moment.

I'd remembered a phone conversation I'd had with Ann, way back when she'd first asked me my middle name. She was using her new dildo, the one she'd gotten from Missy...the one she named Antonio after me because it was going to be my stand in for the next few months while we were apart. I'd told her my middle name was Antonio when she was fucking herself with that dildo and just telling her that pushed her over the edge and made her cum. Afterward she said that I'd inspired her. She loved the name and she said she could see us role playing as Anna and Antonio, having some 'Latin Lover' nights together.

I wouldn't be sure without asking, but I had a feeling that Ann thought the housekeeper that ended up in bed with her had to be Hispanic. She had to be picturing her in her mind and it wasn't a stretch to think of a hot Latin babe being the one in the room with her...not even for my imagination. Once Heather climbed onto the bed with Ann and began rubbing her naked body against her, she became Ann's...lover. It wasn't hard for me to understand Ann calling her that when their forbidden little tryst ended.

"That's just the way Ann is, Heather. She has this way of reaching out to people."

Heather laughed at my phrasing and said, "No...she wasn't. Her arms were tied down."

"True, but she still found a way to make you feel special, didn't she?"

"You know, you're right, she did."

"So, tell me...how did you leave her?"




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 80



"I told you...happy. You'll see the rest when you go back to the hotel. See you tonight, Neil. And thanks again for asking me to do this. I had a blast."

~*~*~*~*~*~

My heart was pounding as I rode up the elevator to the fifth floor. I had a nervous excitement running through me, like a little kid running down the stairs on Christmas morning to see the presents under the tree that hadn't been there the night before. My present was lying patiently on a bed in my room, waiting for me to play with...well, her. Actually, I'm not sure Ann was really all that patient, but she was there on the bed when I walked into the room.

Her head turned in my direction as I entered the room, even though she couldn't see me because of the blindfold covering her eyes. I walked around the corner and I gasped, even though I knew what I'd be looking at.

It was like I was seeing Ann for the very first time, bound helpless, her arms and legs spread wide and I instantly got hard. I looked at her pussy, slightly red and a little puffy, a wet trail dripping down toward her pink little asshole. Walking over to the table where we'd eaten breakfast, I put down the bag the drink tray and bag from McDonald's I'd picked up for lunch, before walking back to the bed.

The dildo I'd used on Ann was exactly where I'd left it and the ball gag was back in her mouth. In fact, she looked exactly like she had when I'd left for work, other than the sheen of perspiration covering her body.

Working silently, I untied Ann, removing the ropes from the bed, leaving them tied tightly to her wrists and ankles. I placed a leather leash to her collar and helped her to her feet. She was wobbly again, but I didn't help her this time. I was being more like her Master than her fiancé as I pulled on the leash to have her follow me. I helped her find her chair and when she sat down I stood behind her and reached around to cup her perky tits, fondling them roughly. I pinched her nipples hard, pulling them out from her chest. Ann growled behind her gag, biting into the rubber ball as I abused her perfect nubs. She grabbed the table, holding onto it as I continued to pull them. When I finally let go, Ann moaned and sat up straight in her chair, waiting patiently.

Because I hadn't said anything, Ann remained silent. It remained that way through our brief lunch. Like Heather, I didn't remove Ann's gag. I just took it out of her mouth and lowered it, letting it dangle around her neck. I also left the blindfold on, making her eat like that. I showed her where her sandwich was, along with her fries and her drink, and she dug in like she'd been starving for a week. Watching Ann eat, I was a little amused. She was blinded by the mask and yet she was eating like she'd been like that her whole life.

I originally thought I should take the mask off because I didn't want to take too much time eating. I had other things in mind for my lunch hour and I didn't have that much time. I had left it on her on a whim, thinking I could take it off if she struggled, but I was thrilled when it turned out that I didn't need to.

When we'd both finished eating, I grabbed Ann's leash and pulled on it, making her stand up again so I could lead her back to the bed. I had her get on her knees, her breasts pressing into the mattress with her arms stretched out over her head, and I left her that way while I moved to the toy chest and looked around. A couple of new items I saw surprised me a little, but then again, they didn't. I didn't have time to psychoanalyze the reasons Ann bought them and I really didn't have to. I already had an idea the way she was lying patiently on the bed with her ass up in the air. The reasons or reason...was Annabelle.

I knew I'd come back to those thoughts later. At the moment, I had a horny love slave on my hands and I was right behind her. Well, I was going to be behind her, once I picked out the sex toy I was looking for. Finding it in one of the little compartments on the big tray on the top part of the chest, I placed it next to Ann as I moved close to her. I looked around at Ann, who was laying with her face looking back towards me a little, her blindfold covering her sexy eyes. I'd left the gag out of her mouth and I decided to leave it that way, wanting to move on to more pressing things.

I moved up behind Ann and she smiled as she heard my zipper being lowered quickly. I fished out my hard, fat cock as my eyes went to her ass. My hands soon followed, feeling her smooth, soft skin as I played with her cheeks. Reaching down, I cupped Ann's wet cunt, running my fingers through the folds. Using my wet fingers, I coated Ann's asshole and she knew what was coming next. Pulling her cheeks apart with my thumbs, I placed the end of my cock against her tight pink hole and pressed my hips forward. Ann groaned as I kept pushing steadily until the head of my cock finally popped past her anal ring.

It had been a long time since I'd fucked Ann's ass. It had been almost a month, actually. I knew I should stop and let her have a chance to relax her body so she could get used to it again. But as I looked down at her, I saw who she was at the moment...and the look on her face told me what I needed to do. The last time I had been Ann's...well, her Master, I had been a little hesitant a couple of times. Ann had to remind me that she had a safe word and she'd use it if things got too hard or too rough for her.

I'd like to think of myself as someone that learns from the mistakes they make. And I had no intention of having Ann have to tell me that I needed to trust her this time. I did trust her, just like she was trusting me. Grabbing her hips, I rammed forward, burying my cock all the way inside her perfect, tight ass.

Ann screamed out as I ripped into her and I froze for a second. But she bit her lip and started moving back into me, letting me know she wanted me to continue. I pulled out and rammed back home again, my balls slapping up under her body, hitting her pussy. That had Ann screaming and moaning at the same time. On the tenth or eleventh hard, pounding stroke, the screams stopped, only the moans coming from her smiling face.

I was hammering mercilessly into Ann's ass. She had gotten used to my cock the hard way, but she'd gutted through the pain and now she was feeling the pleasure along with me. And that was what being Annabelle was all about to her. She knew there would be some pain. She expected it. In fact, she wanted it. She loved the high she got that came with the release of endorphins and while it wasn't something she wanted all the time, when she was in the mood...when she was Annabelle, she thrived on it.

But I wasn't into giving Ann pain at the moment, other than the brief burning feeling I gave her when I first started fucking her ass. The punishment part of her day as Annabelle would have to come later, when I had more time. And in a way, that would make things more interesting because she was expecting it. Making her wait would only add to that sense of anticipation and heighten her mood.

My hands stayed on Ann's ass, gripping it hard. My fingers dug into her skin, kneading her fleshy cheeks as I reamed her hard and deep. Ann was bucking back into me, meeting my thrusts with ones of her own; trying to make the collision between our bodies more violent. That was deliberate on her part, because it was making my balls slap against her pussy harder, hitting her clit over and over.

Ann was one of those rare women that found out she was capable of having an orgasm when she was fucked in the ass. One of the reasons she could, was the way my balls hit her clit whenever I pounded into her from behind. Ann could cum just from having her clit hit over and over and over. When I thought about that, I smiled...because that made one of Ann's purchases seem to make sense to me. One I was going to make good use of it later.

Ann started cumming, her body shaking as I pounded deeper and deeper into her tight back door. I was right behind her, in more ways than one. I slammed into Ann's ass one more time, my balls burning as they pulled up and started churning in their sack. My body tensed as my cock pumped jet after jet of my load into her. Ann moaned as she felt the hot sperm splashing inside her body and I found myself moaning with her.

I reached down and grabbed the toy I'd laid next to Ann. It was the big brother of the purple butt plug I'd used on her the first time she'd been my love slave. This one was black and it was about six inches long, three inches in diameter at its widest point. It narrowed back to two and half inches near the base, where Ann's anal ring would fit into the little built in ridge, holding it in place.

With this one being longer and wider than the purple one, or the smaller blue one that Ann had given to Penny, I wasn't sure how she'd take it. At that moment, I really didn't care...it was all part of what we were doing and I knew Ann would let me know if it was something she couldn't handle.

Pulling my cock out of her ass slowly, I quickly placed the tip of the plug into the gaping hole staring back at me. I was easily able to shove it three quarters of the way inside, but I had to twist and force it the rest of the way inside her. Ann growled at me, her face was wincing, but she didn't say anything. The plug finally snapped into place, Ann's ass gripped it tight, sealing my huge load of cum inside her.

Grabbing the leash, I helped Ann to her feet once again, both of us remaining silent. I had her stand still as I grabbed one of the chairs from the dining table and set it down in between the two beds, directly in front of the television. Sitting her down in the chair, I quickly went to work. 

I had an image flash into my brain; actually, it was a description. One that Ann had said to my friend Mark when we were talking to him on the speaker phone in my old office. She had been under my desk at the time sucking on my cock, and she was describing to Mark what it would be like to have his girlfriend Jill under his...tied up, going into detail on how she could be tied.

As that ran through my brain, I became inspired. With Ann having said that, it made me believe that she'd thought about being tied up the same way at some point. Why else would she have mentioned it like she had? It was like she'd planted a little seed into my head and now it had taken root.

I took Ann's left leg, bending it at the knee so that the back of her calf was touching the back of her thigh, her heel resting on the cushioned seat. Taking the rope that was secured to her ankle I started winding it around and around her bent leg, the rope pressing into the skin of her shin and thigh. I wound it around tightly seven times before tying of it off at the top, creating a loop on the inside of her leg with the end of the rope.

Ann moaned, a naughty smile appearing on her face as I started binding her other leg in the same fashion. When I finished with her legs, I had her put her forearms on the arms of the chair. Using the rope tied to her left wrist, I first threaded the end of the rope through the loop I'd made on her left leg and I used it to pull her knee wide against the arm of the chair, holding it there. I threaded the rope through that loop several times, going around Ann's arm and the arm of the chair, binding her to it. 

When I finished Ann's other arm, she was secured tightly to the chair, her feet together on the edge of the seat with her bent legs pulled wide apart. Her stuffed ass was on the chair, her pussy totally exposed to me; Ann's labia were flowering open, her hard clit sticking out lewdly from its cute little hood.

Ann was breathing hard, her tits rising up and down as she filled her lungs. She was excited, but she was also nervous as I played with her nipples for a brief moment. Looking at my watch, I knew I needed to head back to work. I had wanted to do more with Ann before I left, but it was more important to be back on time. Otherwise I might have to stay later, and that would only cut into the time I'd have with Ann after work.

I stood in front of her, taking off the mask. She blinked several times, disoriented as she tried to adjust to the light. I took advantage of her situation by taking her by the face with my hands, making her focus on me. Once I had her attention, I let go, looking into her eyes with a stern glare.

"How many times did you cum while I was gone, Annabelle?"

"Wh...what?" she asked, unnerved by the question.

"I know you came, Annabelle. How many times?"

"H...how do – "

"Like you said earlier this morning, I could tell just by looking at you that you came...so just tell me, how many times?"

Ann swallowed hard and said, "Twice Neil. I came twice. But I can explain."

I smiled at Ann and leaned forward, kissing her. "There's nothing to explain, baby. The room has been cleaned. You were tied up and naked, and the maid came in. It kind of explains itself, but you can tell me all about it later."

"O...okay," Ann said with a sheepish smile.

I walked over to the chest and grabbed Ann's little egg vibrator, dangling it in front of her eyes when I walked back to her. They widened, knowing what happened the last time I put it inside her. But this time, I had a different plan...a more devious one. Slipping it deep inside, I held my finger inside her for a minute, before placing my hand on top of her dripping pussy.

"By my count, you've cum five times without my permission, Annabelle."

"It was only four," Ann countered.

"No...it was five. Two this morning, two apparently with the maid, and once a little bit ago when I fucked your ass."

"Oh...I wasn't counting that last one," Ann sighed.

"Well...it counts, because you didn't ask if you could cum, and I didn't tell you that you could. You're going to have to be punished for that later."

"Later?" she said, sounding disappointed.

"Yes...because I have a feeling you're not done cumming without my permission," I smiled.

"I won't Neil...I promise."

I lifted my hand and snapped my wrist, slapping my open palm directly on her wet cunt, my fingers landing on her clit. Ann growled, but the look in her eyes told me everything I needed to know. She loved that feeling. I slapped her pussy four more times, each blow landing in the same spot with the same force and she grunted with each one.

"FUCK!" she said as I stopped and licked my fingers.

"You're going to get more of that tonight if you cum again before I get home. Only next time, I can promise you it's going to be longer, harder, and it may not be my hand that spanks that pretty pussy of yours," I said with a sinister laugh.

Ann's body shook in her chair...and it wasn't out of fear. As I suspected, she loved what I'd just done. If I knew my fiancée, which I was certain that I did, she would be doing everything she could to make herself cum again just so I'd follow up on my threatening promise. My plan was going to make that easier for her.

I put the gag back in her mouth and then surprising her by picking up the remote to the television. Leaving the blindfold off, I turned on the TV, flipping through the channels until I got to the one I was looking for.

Popping up on the screen was a voluptuous naked woman who was busy riding on top of a naked man on a secluded beach. It was porn...soft porn, but it was porn nonetheless. The hotel had a pay per view system and one of the channels was an all-porn network for the guests. When I called down to Heather the night before to set up her pretending to be a maid, I also asked about the channel. I told her what I wanted to do and that I'd like her to let me pay for it directly, instead of having it show up on the bill that would end up going to my work...since Armada was actually paying for the room.

Heather said she'd take care of it...and by taking care of it, she meant she'd turn on the channel for our room for the day and not charge me for it at all. So, when I turned on the channel, it was on. I didn't have to go through the screen that made me ask if I wanted to rent the channel...it was already up and running movies.

Ann stared at the big-breasted blond on the screen, bouncing up and down on the hard-bodied guy playing a lifeguard. She was drawn to the image like a moth to the proverbial flame, and I smiled.

"You're going to watch some television while I'm gone, Annabelle," I said as I put the remote to the vibrator in her right hand. "And you're going to try not to cum while I'm gone. But in case what you're watching becomes too much for you, I'm letting you have the remote. Just remember...every orgasm you have means another round of punishment, and you've already had five so far today. Do you understand?"

Ann blinked a couple of times as she nodded. I couldn't tell at first if she was nervous or excited. In truth, it likely was a little of both...but she focused on the screen, gripping the remote tightly in her hand as I kissed her on her forehead.

"I love you, Annabelle. You be a good little slut while I'm gone."

~*~*~*~*~*~

Back at work, the hours actually flew by. Mostly because I was extremely busy and things seemed to have a better flow to them. The latest crew list I'd come up with looked very promising, and when I'd finished it, I ended up taking it to my boss, Jeff. That led to a two hour meeting, at the end of which I got a hearty handshake and a pat on the back.

"This is fantastic, Neil. I can't wait to show Andy," Jeff said as he walked me to the door of his office.

"Thanks Jeff. I think those crews are going to work."

"Think? Trust me, it's  going  to work, Neil. You've got a plan, a backup plan, a training plan...and a cross-training plan. You've put a lot more thought into this than I would have, to be honest, and I can say that, because I've DONE that before! I'm telling you, I'm really impressed. And Andy's going to be even  more  impressed when I show him. I told him I had good feeling about what you were doing, but this is more than either of us could have hoped for."

"Wow...thanks."

The difference in his reaction was light years from what I was used to from my previous boss. Not only was Jeff happy with what I'd done, he honestly appreciated my efforts...and he didn't try to take credit for them. He opened the door to his office, but stopped me as I started to walk out.

"How's the house hunting going?" he asked.

I was a little surprised he brought up something personal, another thing I wasn't used to from a boss. But knowing Jeff was different and his interest genuine, I said, "I think we found one. We're supposed to do some paperwork tomorrow."

"So Ann's still in town?"

I thought about Ann and how I'd left her and I grinned. "Yeah, she is. She's here until Monday morning. She was watching television when I left her after lunch."

"You know, why don't you take tomorrow off? Have yourself a nice three day weekend with Ann."

"Are you serious?"

"Sure. My God, you've busted your ass since you got here. I think you've earned it. Take the day off and have some fun with Ann. Celebrate finding your new home."

"Wow, Jeff...I don't know what to say."

"Say you'll see me on Monday," he laughed.

"Okay...I'll see you Monday," I said as I shook his hand again.

I'm not sure if I walked out of his office, or soared. I was fired up, and not just about having an extra day off to spend with Ann. Having a boss that actually supported me had me wanting to run through a wall for him...and I damn near did, overshooting the doorway as I rounded the corner in front office hallway too fast. But I didn't run through the wall. Instead, I bumped into Carol, literally.

"WOAH!" she said as I caught her in my arms to keep her from falling over. "You're in a hurry!"

"GOD...I'm so sorry Carol," I replied as I helped her back onto her high heels, my hand still holding on firmly to her tight ass.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 81



A huge thank you to Annanova for her help with the translations in this chapter. I couldn't have done them without her!

©2011, All rights reserved – mimaster

~*~*~*~*~*~ 

My mind was in overdrive as I rode up the elevator. Heather had just planted a little seed when I'd talked to her briefly in the hallway next to the lobby and now I was running with it. Actually, I wasn't running with anything, since I was standing in the elevator. But I  was  mulling over the options, wondering if I should change from my original plan to something different. I had to admit, Heather had a great idea.

Well, it wasn't necessarily an idea. She'd made a comment about what my dirty little brain had come up with when she saw me pushing a luggage cart toward the elevator. She'd assumed it was part of the game Ann and I were playing...one that I'd invited Heather to participate in earlier in the day. It made sense, because Ann was Annabelle for the day and she'd been tied up for almost all of it. 

I'd asked Heather to pretend to be a maid, and she walked in to our room to find Ann blindfolded and tied to the bed. She actually played with Ann in that vulnerable position, helping her cum a couple of times. She also made Ann eat her out. Heather was so taken by what I was doing with Ann that she snuck a peek inside the room later that afternoon to find Ann tied to a chair, watching the soft porn movies on the pay per view channel that was part of the hotels service offerings.

Knowing how I'd tied Ann up the two times she'd seen her, Heather naturally wondered how I was going to use the luggage cart. She assumed that I was going to find some way to incorporate it into the game we'd been playing. I hadn't seen that possibility when I'd grabbed it. I was only using it as a prop to hide my huge erection as I walked through the lobby of the hotel, not wanting to draw attention to myself. 

With Heather pointing out what had escaped me, I suddenly envisioned all kinds of different ideas and scenarios, and I chuckled to myself as I thought of the endless possibilities. I wasn't sure I really wanted to use the cart at all, but the number of things that came to mind and the excitement I'd felt when Heather first mentioned it made me think I had to at least consider using it. 

All of that kind of went out the window the moment I opened the door and pulled it inside the room. I knew I'd come back to it, but I had something more important on my mind...namely Annabelle.

Ann was in the midst of an orgasm, her body fighting violently against her restraints as she fixated on the television screen a few feet in front of her. She was moaning, almost whining as the climax ravaged her sexy body. I closed the door and took off my shoes and socks, a move to help me shed the feeling of the workday. It was something I did out of habit, the feeling of the carpet on my bare feet helping me to relax. 

I walked over, marveling at what I was seeing. The muscles of her arms and shoulders were bulging, her upper body tense as she came; her bronze skin shimmering in the light from her perspiration. Her right hand was holding the remote to the vibrator like it was a grenade that had the pin pulled out; her fingers gripping it so tightly in her fist you couldn't have pried it loose. 

The ball gag was still firmly in mouth, her white teeth showing against the red rubber ball. She was drooling, a large trail of saliva dripping off of her chin, landing all over her chest and running down to her stomach. I glanced at her cunt, which was wetter than I'd ever seen it. Her pussy lips were red and swollen, her clit looking twice its normal size. As I moved closer, I swore I could see it pulsing with her racing heartbeat. 

Her mascara had run; streaks of black streaming from the corners of her eyes, down her cheeks. She'd been crying...in fact, she was crying. But I knew instantly that I didn't need to worry. Not with the way she was responding to her latest climax. Hell, she was smiling slightly behind the ball gag.

Besides, they weren't tears of pain, or even sadness or fear. They weren't even tears of joy. She had been crying from the emotion of cumming so many times. She was at the point of physical and mental exhaustion, her body being pushed so hard sexually that her only release was to cry. And by crying, it wasn't the sobbing Ann who was sitting in that chair...the one that could sometimes seem inconsolable. This appeared to be more therapeutic in a way. 

Taking a look at her as a whole, I had a shiver run through me. She was a mess, and yet, she never looked more beautiful to me. I didn't want to waste a lot of time...but I also wanted to capture the moment. Grabbing my camera out of the suitcase, I began taking a couple dozen pictures. Some were full body shots, while others were various close ups of different parts of her anatomy. 

I was trying to be artistic again; like the close up I took of her clenched hand holding the remote, and another of the saliva dribbling off her chin, dangling to her chest. I hoped to capture what Ann was feeling at that exact moment in time. When I took a close up of the left side of her face, focusing on her eye and the mascara stained her cheek, I actually sighed. It was the essence of Annabelle, and when the camera flashed for that photo, she came alive.

Her eyes snapped open, focusing her stare on me. Her nostrils were flaring as she moaned into her gag. I turned off the TV, placing the camera on top of it. Turning, I stood in front of her, thinking about what she'd just spent several hours watching, wanting to give her one more show. But first, I wanted her undivided attention. I took the remote from her hand, turning off the vibrator, using the cord to pull the little egg out of her pussy. Taking the ball gag from her mouth, I let it fall back around her neck again.

I started stripping off my remaining clothes, starting with my shirt. I wasn't doing a striptease, because I'd remembered how she said once that she thought it wasn't sexy when men do that sort of thing. Of course, she may have felt differently since it was me, but I wasn't going to take that chance. Her eyes sparkled when she saw my naked chest and she let out this cute little hiss through her clenched teeth. 

"Let me see it, Neil! I need to see your big cock right now!" she pleaded.

"Hmm...is my Annabelle horny?" I asked as I unbuttoned my pants, playing with the zipper.

"Yes...please let me see your cock, baby. I need to see it," she whined, making me laugh.

"What's the matter, Annabelle? You seem a little frantic."

"I've been watching imitation porn for five hours, Neil...I need to see a big fucking cock...PLEASE!"

"Imitation porn?" I laughed.

"YES! 

"What does that mean?"

"It means I've seen lots of tits, lot of ass, and lots of sex where you don't see anything. I saw dozens of nice flaccid cocks, baby, but  never  a hard one!"

"Hmm...so you're saying you didn't get turned on? How many times did you cum watching your imitation porn?"

Batting her eyes she sighed. "I lost count," her head dropping almost as if she was ashamed.

"So, it  did  turn you on."

"YOU turn me on. What you're  doing  to me turns me on. I need to see your cock, Neil...please?"

I toyed with the opening of my pants, pulling it wider, showing her my bare pubic area...watching as she licked her lips in anticipation. But I stalled, teasing her. "How do you feel right now?" 

She knew what I wanted to hear and she didn't hesitate, thinking it was the surest way to get what she wanted. "I feel like a dirty fucking slut...because I AM a dirty fucking slut."

"That's right, you are, Annabelle. And that means you need to be treated like a dirty fucking slut...doesn't it?"

"Y...yes," she said in disbelief, wondering why I pulled my zipper up and buttoned my pants in front of her eyes.

I started untying her from the chair, leaving her legs bound as they were with her calves held against the back of her thighs. "Yes...it does. And that means that right now, you're going to get what you need and if you do well, you may get what you  want  later. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," she said quietly as I lifted her out of the chair, carrying her toward the bathroom. "What are we doing?"

"WE aren't doing anything. But I'm sure you have to go to the bathroom," I said as I carefully spread her thighs to place her backward on the toilet.

Ann nodded, putting her hands against the wall for support. I left her in privacy while I went back out into the room and thought about what I wanted to do next. Grabbing some things out of the toy chest so that I'd be prepared, I staged them, waiting for her to finish. When I heard the toilet flush, I returned to get her.

"I'm ready, Neil." Taking a deep breath, her head hung low between her shoulders.

"We'll see about that," I chuckled. "So, how many times did you cum today without permission?"

"Other than the five this morning, I don't know," she sighed, shaking her head. "I told you, I lost count."

"Either that, or you're just too embarrassed to tell me how much of a dirty slut you really were while I was gone."

"Neil...I don't know. It...it...it was a lot."

"So...your hot little pussy kept cumming, but you can't tell me how many times."

"No, I can't. I'm sorry."

"You do know that I was using that as the way I was going to punish you today, right?"

"Yes...but -- "

"No 'buts' Annabelle. I guess we'll just have to find a way to help you remember."

I pulled open the shower curtain and lifted her up off the toilet, placing her inside the big tub on her knees and shins with her legs spread wide. I pushed down on her shoulders, making sure her ass was pressing firmly against the bottom. Then I took the ropes on her wrists and tied them to the pipe coming out of the wall for the shower head, pulling her arms up high.

"W...what are you doing?" she asked.

"My version of water torture. I want the answer. You're not giving it to me...so we're going to cool off that hot little pussy until you remember."

Pressing the stopper into the drain, I turned on the faucet, making sure the water was the coldest it could be. Sitting on the edge of the tub near the wall, I waited for it to start to fill; watching Ann wince as the frigid water lapped against her skin and the ropes tightly binding her legs. 

As the water started rising, she realized it would soon be touching her pussy and she started stammering. "N...Neil. I c...can't remember the exact number. There were too many." 

"Not good enough," I grinned as I pulled the little silver knob on the faucet, turning on the shower.

"AGGGHHHH!" she screamed out, the freezing spray hitting full force on her face and chest.

I let it run for about fifteen seconds before turning it off, the tub continue to fill up. "Okay...let's try this again. How many times did you cum?"

"I t...told you...."

The spray hit her again and she shrieked, trying to move away from it. But she couldn't, having to endure a thirty-second blast from the showerhead. We did that two more times, each increasing the duration she sat helpless under the spray, but she still didn't have an answer. The truth was, she probably didn't know, but I wasn't going to give in. She was going to give me a number, even if she had to make one up.

Pretending to be frustrated, I turned off the water for a moment. Untying the rope from the pipe, Ann's hands collapsed to her side and she breathed a sigh of relief. But that proved premature. I picked her up and flipped her over, placing her onto her back, her pussy immersed halfway into the water.

"Oh...FUCK!" she yelled as she splashed down.

Ignoring her cries, I took the ropes on her wrists and tied them to the towel bar on the shower wall behind her head. Stuffing a rolled up towel under her head to lift it higher, I turned on the water again. She began shaking her head quickly, begging me with her eyes not to leave her like that.

"I'll be back in a little while. You need to start thinking of that number, or we're never going to get to the REAL punishment."

I left the room, but I didn't go far. I didn't want to take a chance that I'd get distracted and forget to check on her before the water line passed her neck. I was sure she'd let me know if she was in danger, but I wasn't taking any chances. Instead, I stood in the hallway and watched her reflection in the mirror. From my vantage point, I was able to see from her chest down to her feet towards the faucet.

Seeing how slowly the water was rising, I knew I had a little time and grabbed the ice bucket, heading out to the ice machine as I raced down the hallway. I dumped the leftover water in the bucket into a drain next to the machine and filled it up with ice again. Returning to the room, I grabbed one of her dildos and buried it in the ice, moving back into position by the door as I waited patiently for the perfect moment.

Just when her nipples slipped beneath the surface of the water, I walked into the bathroom and sat in my spot again, setting the bucket down out of sight before she could notice. Turning off the faucet, I let my eyes wash over her. She was shivering as I reached down and opened the stopper, letting the water slowly drain. 

I left her alone once more, not coming back until the tub was empty. Her eyes were closed when I walked in, but she snapped them open when she heard me sit down next to her.

"Do you have a number for me yet, Annabelle?" I asked.

"SEVEN! I came seven times, Neil." 

"Is that including the morning?"

"No. "

"So you had seven orgasms watching ...what did you call it? Oh, I remember. You said it was imitation porn. You came seven times watching imitation porn, is that right?"

"Yes, but they all weren't big ones. Some of them should hardly count," she said as she pulled against the ropes binding her wrists.

"Unfortunately, you already counted them. And that means twelve is the final number. You'll be getting your punishment doled out by the dozen."

"What does that mean?"

"It means, whatever I do, there's going to be a dozen, or a multiple of a dozen if I feel like it, starting with that hot cunt of yours."

"It's not hot any more," she said softly.

"Oh yes it is. Watch me prove it."

I grabbed the ice bucket and held it over her body. Ann screamed out before I even tipped it, the ice landing all over her breasts and stomach. Most of it fell off of her, but some stayed in that sexy little valley that ran from her cleavage all the way to her navel. 

I picked up the dildo that fell off to the side, along with a big ice cube. Slipping the cube between the lips of her pussy, I rammed it deep inside her with the dildo, shoving it as far as I could in a smooth, firm push of my wrist.

"Oh...oh...OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Ann screamed again as she felt the ice forced deep inside her warm womb.

"Quiet babe...or I'll have to put that gag back in your mouth," I said as I picked up another cube and placed it against her dripping hole.

I playfully tortured her like that for five minutes, fucking her slowly with the cold rubber cock as I shoved a total of twelve big ice cubes inside her pussy. When I'd finished the last one, I flashed my devilish smile. "Do you believe that your cunt's hot now, or do I need to melt another dozen inside you to prove it?"

"NO...GOD NO!" she snapped. "My pussy in on fire, baby...because I'm your dirty little slut!" 

She would have said just about anything to try to convince me to stop. At that point, I'd had enough myself and I began to untie her arms from the towel bar. I was ready to move on to other ways to discipline my loving love slave. Lifting her out of the tub, I carried her wet, dripping body to the living quarters, placing her to the table we'd eaten breakfast and lunch on. 

I set her on her back, making sure her ass was just hanging over the edge. I grabbed the ropes on her wrists and pulled her arms over her head, tying them to the far legs at the table. Then I took a new rope, threading it though the loop I'd created earlier in the bindings on her left leg, using it to tie her down against the tabletop, making her thigh stick out at a ninety degree angle from her torso. Doing the same thing to her right leg, she was spread wide open in one of the lewdest fashions possible.

She looked at me, her eyes unblinking as I moved to the side and picked up a blindfold off the chair. Bringing to her face, she groaned. But she said nothing as I put it over her face, lifting up her head carefully as I adjusted it. She took a deep breath, knowing what was coming...and the look on her face said she was ready for it.

Ann always seemed to embrace the painful side of submitting herself whenever she decided to become my love slave. It was part of the role she wanted to play, and she had worked herself into the mood she needed to be in to play it. In an odd way, she looked forward to it. She loved testing herself and pushing the limits of her sexuality, both physically and mentally, and I suppose even emotionally. We loved each other more than either of us could possibly have fathomed just months earlier, and with that love came trust. She loved showing and even proving the trust she had in me. 

There she was, exposed in a way that made her more vulnerable than she'd ever been in her life. She was tied naked and spread on a table, her eyes blinded by the black mask. I could literally do anything to her that I wanted and there would be nothing she could do about it. By handing over the control she had in her day to day life...the essence of what made her such an amazing, passionate, powerful woman to begin with, she was saying that she loved me so much that she trusted me explicitly. Relinquishing that control to me and allowing me to show her a little pain in exchange for the incredible pleasures I would give her was an emotional experience.

She offered herself to me willingly, her mind ready for what she'd have to endure...just as much as her body was. It was a contest; a game of wills, and I was charged with trying to push her in all those ways; physically, mentally and emotionally. She wanted me to test her; to give her more than she thought she could ever handle, and then give her just a little more. She knew she had a safe word and a loving partner, and that made it easier for her expose and explore a side of her sexuality she found electrifying. 

Lying quietly on that table, her body bound and bare, she waited for me to push her deeper into the depths of her growing sexual desires once again. Turning the table, I pushed it back toward the window until she was basking in the warm rays of the sun shining through the glass. The light hit the tiny droplets of water on her bronze skin, making them sparkle. But she was still cold; her nipples looking hard enough to cut the glass of the window next to her.

I'd largely ignored Ann's nipples since she'd become Annabelle once again. In fact, I really hadn't paid as much attention to them as I should have since she'd arrived in West Virginia. That was not only a shame, it was practically a crime. Her nipples were magnificent, and from a purely superficial standpoint, they were one of my favorite parts of her amazing body. You could look at them and tell just how turned on she was. Or you could use them to start the passionate fire that burned inside her. 

Yet once she was turned on, those same nipples that helped turn her on, or showed you she WAS turned on, could become even more magical. She loved to have them played with during sex, either as a prelude or as part of the actual fucking. They always seemed to heighten her pleasure, which in turn would make her work harder to please me. But it was when she was being Annabelle that her nipples took on new, almost mystical powers.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 81



Whenever she transformed into Annabelle, the beautiful nubs on the ends of her perky breasts demanded attention. Actually, they demanded abuse. Somehow, it was like the more they were pinched and pulled and twisted, the more she felt like the dirty slut that she was pretending to be. Wanting to get started, I picked up the nipple clamps off the chair, the same heavy silver ones connected to each other by a chain that we'd used before. 

I pinched her right nipple hard between my thumb and finger, if for no other reason than it was closest to me. Squeezing it tightly, she let out a loud yelp and bit her lip as the pain fired along her synapses at light speed, registering in the back of her brain. Her body shook a little, knowing that was just the beginning.

She felt the cold metal touching her nipple and she moaned. "The clamps?" 

"Yes, Annabelle...the clamps. Are you sure you're ready for this?" I said, already knowing the answer.

"I told you...yes and no. I'm ready, but I'll never totally be ready, because I don't know what you're going to do to me. And that's what I love about this. Just promise me one thing," she asked softly.

"What's that?"

"Don't hold back," she stated in a strong and firm tone.

"Annabelle, we've been over this before...in Colorado. Do you think I've held back so far today?"

"Oh, GOD...you've been amazing, Neil. I've loved -- "

"You didn't answer my question," I said as I tightened the clamp on her nipple with a couple of quick turns of the little adjustment wheel.

"UUNNNNNHHH...NO! NO Neil! You haven't held back!"

"Then why are you -- "

"Because...we didn't have a chance to talk before we started." 

"What are you asking me to do?" I wondered, knowing that she had something in mind.

"There...there are some things in the toy chest. New things."

"I know. You told me you went shopping with Tina. Hell, you're wearing a couple of them."

"I know baby. I wanted to talk to you about them...before today. I just want you to know that you can use whatever you want to use...and please, don't hold back."

"Okay."

"I'm serious baby. If there's something in that toy chest that's new, I bought it. And if I bought it, I bought it for a reason. So don't be scared to use them on me...the way they're supposed to be used."

I placed the other nipple clamp onto Ann's other tit and started to slowly squeeze it tighter and tighter on her tender nub. As I did, I leaned down, whispering into her ear. "If I were you, I'd be more concerned that I'll use them the way in some other way," I teased, making her shiver.

The truth was I didn't really know what I was going to do. I had lots of options, and more ideas than I could possibly do to her in one night. But I knew for sure that whatever I decided, I wouldn't hold back. I'd give her what she wanted, which was to be pushed farther than I'd pushed her the last time.

With the clamps in place, I pulled the chain between them to make sure they were securely attached, stretching her tits toward the ceiling in the process. She groaned as I played with the chain, moving it around, pulling her nipples in different directions. But she held in the scream that was building in her lungs, holding her breath as I made up for ignoring those wonderful nipples for so long.

Eventually, I took the chain and pulled it toward her head. She instinctively knew what to do, opening her mouth so I could place it inside, pulling her tits toward her shoulders in a harsh fashion. She started to close her mouth like she'd done in Colorado, thinking I was going to let her hold the chain that way for a while. Instead, I pulled up the ball gag from around her neck and forced it past her lips, using it the keep the chain where I wanted it.

She groaned knowing that she couldn't just let go of the chain now. She wouldn't have done that anyway...at least, not without permission, but I could tell it was something she hadn't expected. She was uneasy, unable to anticipate what I was going to do even in the situations she'd been through before, and had her very nervous. It was a delightful reaction because that's what she really wanted.

I loved keeping her off guard, looking to find ways to keep her from anticipating what might come next. With her eyes covered, she had to rely on her other senses. Yet I kept taking them away. She couldn't touch anything with her hands tied over her head. And taste was out because her mouth was stuffed full. That left her with just sound and smell, and those were working overtime as I moved back to the trunk to retrieve one of Ann's newest toys. 

It was one that Greg, our new realtor was probably very familiar with. He was a former jockey and still trained horses; he had to be familiar with it. I wondered how similar his riding crop was to the one in my hand. The idea that she even had one brought a smile to my face. I wondered what she was thinking when she bought it. How she might have been nervous or excited. She was probably both. And that had me taking the time to prepare something for her for later.

When I came back she turned her head, knowing that I was next to her once again. I gave her pussy a quick lick from the bottom to the top, dragging my tongue across her clit and making her squirm. Then I took off her shoes, throwing them onto the floor next to us.

I started sucking on her toes like I'd done the night before, going back and forth between her feet. While I did, I slowly rubbed my thumb against her swollen clit, making sure I got her close, but always backing off before I let her cum. Yet just as quickly as I'd started pleasuring Ann once again, I abruptly stopped, making her moan.

"I think it's time for more of your punishment, Annabelle. You've been a very naughty slut so far today," I warned as I ran my left hand along her right inner thigh, coming closer and closer to her wet pussy each time I moved in that direction.

She mumbled behind her gag, but she also nodded, letting me know in a way that she was ready. I looked at her hands, which were clenched in fists as she prepared herself for what was about to happen. And then, she relaxed them and the rest of her tense body, lying perfectly still...giving herself to me, the smile behind the gag belying the situation she was in. If I could have seen her eyes, I'm pretty sure I'd have seen desire in them.

I didn't go out of my way to dominate Ann. It was still a rare occasion when we dabbled in bondage and the things that went along with it. Yet I'd obviously thought about it more that I let on. Hell, the way I'd tied Ann to the table was a testament to the fact that I could get into it whenever we decided to do it. I'd even brought a luggage cart into the room, knowing that I'd use it later. And the whip in my hand told me Ann thought about it too. 

It had a thin black shaft about two feet long. On the one end was a handle about an inch thick, wrapped with a soft black leather grip that was nicer than most of the ones on most of the tennis rackets I'd ever used. On the other end there was a thin piece of black leather shaped like a price tag; an inch and a half wide and three inches long. Holding it above Ann's naked body, tied spread and helpless to the table as she was, the crop looked both sexy and menacing.

We both knew what we were doing wasn't going to dominate our daily lives...we loved too many other things about our sex life together to settle on just one area of our fantasies, especially that one. But when it came to Ann and me, we both threw ourselves totally into whatever we were doing, sexual or otherwise. Our approach was that if we were going to do something, we wanted whatever it was to be real and authentic. Half-assing our way through life wasn't good enough...we wanted our marriage to be full of life and adventure, and the only way to do that was to go all out. 

She challenged me, mentally, emotionally and physically, in everything she did. She brought out the best in me, and I hoped I did the same to her. I wanted to be her husband, but more importantly, I wanted to be her partner...someone that made her feel loved and whole as a woman. She gave that love back to me tenfold.

Oddly, as I stood next to her with a whip in my hand, I still felt that love from her. It was hard to grasp how doing something that would give her pain brought us closer, but in its own way, it did. As I watched her sexy, clamped tits rise and fall with her deep breathing, I knew what I had to do. She was Annabelle, and Annabelle had expectations. She wanted the stinging feeling that being punished would provide, and she wanted it now.

The sound of the crop swooshing through the air was quickly followed by the cracking snap of the leather patch at the end of it landing against her soft skin. I'd aimed at the sole of her left foot, hitting her flush with a semi-hard blow. I didn't go all out, wanting to judge her reaction, which was a full body flinch followed by a loud squeal into the rubber ball stuffed in her mouth. 

The next blow was softer, and her body language told me everything I needed to know. It wasn't hard enough for her. The third was harder than the first, making a louder smack...one that I knew had to sting. A deep, guttural groan came from somewhere inside her chest, escaping out her nostrils in a hard exhale as she arched her back. It was exactly the reaction I'd hoped for; one of both pain and pleasure. I finished striking Ann's left foot, making nine strokes that created the same erotic response.

Instead of moving to her other foot, I started striking the inside of her right biceps, making her squeal. Part of it was from the pain itself, but most of her reaction came from being unable to anticipate. I'd chosen what she had to feel was an innocuous place on her body, and that startled her. In fact, I was sure she hadn't considered that I might use the whip on her foot to begin with. That was the beauty of it all. She obviously bought the whip with an idea of how it would feel on her ass. I was abusing her  entire  body, and she had no idea where I'd strike next. She would have been beside herself...if she hadn't been tied to the table like she was.

I used the riding crop to sting Ann's body in numerous places...in random order. I used her other foot like I had the first, as well as her other biceps. Add to that the inside of both of her thighs, the sides of her taught, slender stomach, and the underside of both of her breasts, near the tender nipples that were being pinched and stretched out by the clamps. 

She was reeling. I could see the tears rolling down her cheeks from underneath the mask. And yet, she never came close to signaling me to stop. She still had her hands open, refusing to ball them up into a fist, which would have been a sign that she was struggling with what I was doing to her. Sure, she was flinching and moving, fighting against her restraints as I hit sensitive parts of her sexy body. And she was whaling with each blow. But one look between her lewdly spread legs told the real story. Her clit was exposed and engorged, appearing larger than I'd ever seen it. And her cunt wasn't just dripping. It was running; the clear fluid flowing over the big black cap of the butt plug stuffed deep into her ass.

I couldn't resist taking a few pictures of her the way she was, capturing the red marks from where the whip had blotched her tanned skin. Then I returned my attentions to that glorious, splayed cunt...turning the whip around to place the handle against the open hole. I pressed forward slightly, or at least I thought so. She was so slick, the entire handle slipped inside her in one quick motion. It startled her as much as it did me, but I started fucking her with it for a little bit and she quickly built toward what was going to be a huge, violent orgasm.

I wasn't ready for Ann to cum though. Not yet. I pulled out the handle and turned it around, rubbing the leather tongue of the crop against her clit. She started to whimper as she moved her lower body ever so slightly, trying to create some kind of friction. But I had other ideas. I remembered spanking her bare cunt earlier with my open palm and how wild that seemed to make her. 

"This is going to be interesting," I thought to myself as I raised the crop. 

The first blow landed just above her pussy, directly on her golden strip of pubic hair. It was a sharp strike, hitting her pubic bone and it made a frightening sound. She froze, letting out an animalistic growl that was just as scary. But at the same time she was trembling from what I'd done...there was a hint of a smile behind that gag in her mouth. The next shot was slightly lower, coming closer to her pussy. That's when she realized where I was heading, and she actually tried to move her body up so that I'd hit her pussy sooner. 

That made  me  realize that she actually wanted me to hit her clit. "Ah...ah...ah, Annabelle. You're not getting off that easy," I said, meaning both her punishment and her seemingly frantic need for another orgasm. "Now that you've moved I have to start all over."

And I did, randomly smacking Ann with the crop in all the places I'd already hit before. I even added a couple of ones, just to keep her off balance and fraught with nervous anticipation. When I finished the second tour around her body, she was a twitching, turned on mess. I was surprised she didn't start cumming just from me  looking  at her clit...and I know she would have erupted if I touched it with the very tip of my tongue.

Instead, I did what she wanted me to do all along. But this time, there were no warning shots. I raised the crop over her spread pussy, my wrist snapping forward quickly. The crop whooshed through the air; the leather tongue landing flush on her engorged clit with a resounding smack. She screamed into her gag...her body tensing, fists clenched tightly as she fought against the ropes. But before the fiery sting in her pussy could subside, the second blow landed...harder than the first. That was quickly followed by a third even harder. 

When I'd finished the twelve I'd promised, she was quivering...and dangerously close to cumming. Her head was thrashing back and forth as she whimpered, sounding like a cross between a whiny child and a wounded cat. And that made sense, since her pussy was now sore, and she was pleading with me the only way she could, wanting me to give her what she so desperately needed. Glancing at the clock on the nightstand, I knew we had a lot of time left in our evening, and that was good. I still had things I wanted to do with her.

I was torn between denying her orgasm even further and allowing her to cum. I really wanted to keep her from cumming, because I wanted to push her to her limits and beyond...and in a way, force her to that magical breaking point where she wanted to be taken. Then again, I wanted her to cum. I wanted to see what she'd do under the circumstances. And that would give me the opportunity to keep playfully torturing her for having another orgasm without permission. The two options were so intriguing to me, I decided to compromise with myself. I'd let her cum, but only under specific circumstances.

It was more of a circumstance, really. Just one. But it was rather specific. If she wanted to cum, it was going to happen with the crop. She'd said she didn't want me holding back. She'd said she bought the things she had because she wanted me to use them. To me, the best way to allow her to cum was by doing what she asked me to do. 

I started rapping her clit with the tongue of the crop. They were sharp, crisp blows, coming one after the other in rapid succession. I was snapping my wrist fast, the up and down movements short and steady. I wasn't striking her as hard as I had before, but because the blows were relentless, the effect was pretty much the same.

The leather was landing directly against her clit and most of her pussy. The wet, smacking sound it was making was one of the sexiest things I'd ever heard; the sounds of pure, raw, dirty sex. Added in with the primal animal growls and screams she was making, and it became filthier...and sluttier. My cock strained against my pants as I watched her start to cum.

She was beautiful. Her bronze skin gleaming in the fading sunlight, slick with sweat, covered with red marks from the crop. Her hair was matted and tangled, mascara-stained tears running down her cheeks from underneath her blindfold. Her muscles were contorting and straining against the rope binds; her body showing its athletic power, as well as its feminine grace. 

As her climax hit, I reached up with my left hand and tightened the clamps on her sensitive nipples, making her go off I'd throw a match into a fireworks factory. It was the hardest orgasm I'd ever seen her have; the violent, body ravaging kind. Maybe it was just because she was tied up in such a harsh, constrictive manner on the table, but her pussy was practically gushing as I pounded on it with the riding crop. 

~*~*~*~*~*~

"Are you okay, babe?" I asked as I held the cold compress against Ann's head.

"Sure...why" she answered, almost too quickly.

"You passed out, that's why."

"No I didn't."

"Yes...you did," I laughed as I pulled the compress away and started untying her hands from the table.

"Neil, I'm fine," she scoffed, trying to reassure me that she was okay.

She came with such force that she'd crashed, her body giving out and going limp for a moment to let her recover. I'd seen her do it before, but never in such a dramatic way. It was like somebody pulled her plug. She had her orgasm and then she just shut down. Of course, she was telling me she hadn't, and perhaps she didn't totally faint. But that didn't stop me from rushing to the bathroom and wetting a washcloth to help her snap out of it. 

Wanting to make sure she could breathe easily, I removed the ball gag from her mouth, along with the chain pulling her nipples so hard. I left the mask over her eyes, not worried about whether she could see at the moment. I was more concerned about her coming to, and she did rather quickly. In fact, she was suddenly animated as I worked at untying the ropes binding her wrists from the table legs. 

"W...what are you doing?" she whined, craning her neck to see, even though her eyes were covered.

I knew from the way she said it that she thought I was going to stop. I'd been concerned at first and she had to believe that I felt I'd gone too far. But I knew I hadn't. Sure, I was worried that she was okay, but I knew the instant she responded that she was. Actually, I knew it when I pulled the gag from her mouth and she unknowingly sighed, "God...Yes," under her breath. Besides, it was only 9PM. There was no way I was stopping before midnight...not unless she said her safe word.

"I'm untying you," I replied, knowing she was about to get upset. But she couldn't see my grin as I finished freeing her hands, moving back around the table to untie the ones holding her bent legs spread wide against the table.

"Neil, I'm fine. Please."

"Please what?" 

"I...I don't want to stop."

"Who said anything about stopping?"

"W...we're not done?" she asked sheepishly.

"No, babe, I'm  far  from being done with you. You just came without permission again. The way you're going, I may just have to keep you as my love slave tomorrow too."

"Tomorrow?" 

I let out an evil chuckle and said, "Uh huh...I have the day off."

"You DO!" she said excitedly. Finishing with her legs, I reached up to twist the clamp on her left nipple, making it tighter. "Oh...FUCK!"

"Yes, I do. Jeff was happy with what I've done this week and he gave me the day off. And like I said, I may to use it to keep you like this."

Ann panicked again, her face twisting as she struggled with what I'd just told her. I had an idea of what it was and I adjusted her other nipple clamp as I waited for her to tell me. Cursing again, feeling the searing pain run through her breast, she tried to compose herself. But instead, she blurted out, "Neil, we can't tomorrow. I've -- "




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 81



"Don't worry babe. I already called Henrietta's and talked to Mary Ann. She knew you were tied up today. I'll take you in tomorrow. I just might be pulling you with this when we go," I said as I grabbed the leash hanging from her collar, yanking on it.

"I wasn't talking about...WAIT! You're going to take me there on a LEASH!"

"Maybe. We'll have to see if you're a good girl by then of if you're still the dirty slut you are right now. How are you feeling right now?" 

She flashed a naughty grin. "I'm not done being slutty, if that's what you're asking."

"Well, we'll just have to see if you're still feeling slutty in the morning."

She was thinking, trying to decide. I could tell the idea of it appealed to her, but she was nervous. "Neil, I kind of had something planned for us tomorrow."

"Don't worry, Annabelle. You'll be back to being Anna by the time we go to Carol's tomorrow."

"You...you know about going to Carol's?"

I kissed her forehead and whispered, "I know lots of things. You're not the only one full of surprises. And now I may have to take you there on a leash too."

~*~*~*~*~*~

The truth was I had no intentions of carrying out that vague threat, if it even was a threat. I liked the idea of continuing our latest fantasy role into Friday, but I wasn't really serious about marching Ann around town on a leash. I'd only said those things to get into her head a little further in the roles we were playing. I wanted her to  think  I'd do it. Of course it did pop into my devious mind, so I suppose it was possible that I could always change my it and actually carry out one or the other of them...or both if I was in that kind of mood.

But I really didn't want her to be my 'love slave' at Carol's. I wanted her to be free, able to do what she wanted, when she wanted. Restricting her by being 'in charge' on a night where she obviously had some idea of how she wanted things to go would be taking a chance of ruining our evening. I wanted no part of being the one to cause that. 

Still, I loved the reaction I got when I'd told her I might do just that. And I knew for sure that she loved the idea of being Annabelle a little longer. There was something nice about not having to end it so abruptly and as I'd told her, I was far from being done.

~*~*~*~*~*~

"I can't believe you're doing this," Ann said with a sexy smirk on her face.

I was tying the rope attached to her left ankle to the bar at the base of the luggage cart she was standing on. Well, standing in a way. Her left foot was up against the bar on that side of the cart, while her right ankle pinned against the bar on the other side. That spread her feet the width of the cart, obviously exposing her. It also lowered her body, her head just underneath the bar across the top normally used to for hanging bags. I had tied her wrists to the outside of that bar, spreading them out wide there too. She was standing in her bare feet, her bare body looking like a big 'X'. 

When I'd finished with her on the table, I picked her up, carrying her over to the bed, where I removed the binds from her legs. But not before I sat her down on her knees and shins, making her hold her body up with her hands. She leaned forward, thinking I was going to whip her ass...and that was a fine thought. But instead, I pulled the plug from her ass, placing it in front of her on the mattress.

"Clean it," I ordered as I lifted the mask from over her eyes. 

"What?" she replied, unsure she heard me correctly.

"Clean the butt plug. It's got my cum on it."

"How?"

I arched my eyebrow as I looked at her. "How do you think? Your mouth...and hurry. It's going right back into that ass and I don't want it closing up."

Her ass was still gaping open from having the big black rubber plug jammed inside it most of the day. And that was after I'd fucked her ass. She leaned forward; licking the tip like it was a prick, cooing as she went along. I grabbed the camera again and took a couple of shots before I pulled the cart into the room and looked at it, trying to get an idea of what I wanted to do.

After she'd licked at the butt plug for about five minutes, I grabbed it and stuffed it back where it came from, making her groan. That's when I flipped her over to untie her legs, letting her stretch her lower limbs, which had to be cramping. As she lay there on the mattress, legs spread wide out of habit, I took a couple more photos, concentrating on the rope marks left behind on her skin. With the ropes still tied to her ankles and wrists, she looked both sexy and slutty lying on the mattress, smiling for me. Her eyes sparkled when the camera flashed, showing how much she really loved what we'd done so far.

I had let her rest on the bed for a half-hour, getting feeling back into her legs. But now she was tied to the cart, her leash dangling down from her collar between her tits, which were still clamped. The chain between her nipples was hanging down and I mentally compared it to the gold one she'd worn the night she pretended to be Barbara, the escort. The contrast was so remarkable, and yet either one of them could have gotten me hard just thinking about them. That is, if I wasn't already hard to begin with. And that was a bone of contention with Ann, so to speak.

"Why are you still wearing your pants?" she said as she stared at my crotch once again.

"Because you're obsessed with my cock right now, that's why. That means you're not going to see it until sometime tomorrow," I grinned.

"AAAWWW!" she whined...her lower lip going into pout mode.

I pulled on the chain connecting Ann's tits, pulling her nipples toward me as I moved closer. She grimaced, biting her lip for real as she sucked in her breath.

"If I were you, Annabelle, I'd be worried more about the sexy parts of your own anatomy." 

I let go of the chain, grabbing the riding crop off of the bed where I'd left it, I got behind her, staring at the beautiful, shapely ass before me. 

She heard the shaft of the whip cutting through the air before the first strike even landed against her right cheek. In fact, she was already moving her body in an attempt to lessen the blow. But the leather patch still hit her flush, the cracking sound bouncing off the walls of the room. 

"OH MY GOD!" she screamed as the felt the pain, knowing another strike was already on the way. 

I stopped mid stroke, before the crop touched her skin a second time. "Now that you know what's coming, count them off, down from twelve. I want you to anticipate them, Annabelle. Twelve on each cheek. If you handle this well, we'll move on to something else. Okay?"

"Yes...Master," she replied, using the most reverent name she could think of. She'd gotten used to letting the circumstances of the moment determine what she'd call me. By answering me so quickly, I was sure what came out was conditioned to what had just happened. Calling me Neil wasn't an option, because in her mind, 'Neil' wouldn't whip her ass like that, or at all. Only her 'Master' would.

I smiled when I thought of how when we first started exploring the idea of using pain to find pleasure that magical night in Colorado, we both felt funny about using the word 'Master' as a name for me. Annabelle seemed to fit her perfectly, but we struggled with 'Master', 'Sir' or however else she should refer to me, to the point that we left it at her calling me whatever felt right at the time...in the moment.

But then she showed up at the hotel we were staying at, pretending to be Barbara, the escort. During that night, she became 'Mistress Barbara' when she dressed herself as a dominatrix, having her own way with me. She made me call her 'Mistress', or 'Mistress Barbara' that night and it worked. Now she'd blurted out 'Master' almost as soon as I told her what to do. And it felt right...to both of us, at least for the moment.

"Eleven...ten...nine...eight," she counted off as I started hitting her ass again with the riding crop. "S...seven...six," she continued, her voice started to crack and tremble with each successive strike. "Five...FOUR...THREE...T...TWO...ONE! OH MY FUCKING GOD!" 

"Careful, Annabelle. I don't want to put the gag back in just yet. I want to hear you count, not scream."

"I...I'm sorry, Master. Please. It hurt so much."

"Are you asking me to stop, Annabelle?"

"N...no. It's just...you're hitting me so hard."

"I hit your pussy harder than that. I know exactly how hard to go, Annabelle. If you want me to stop, say your word and you're done for the night."

"It's just -- "

"Are you saying your word?"

"N...no."

"Then...COUNT!" I said as I flicked my wrist, making the shaft of the whip bend before landing against Ann's other ass cheek."

"TWELVE...FUCK...ELEVEN...TEN..."

~*~*~*~*~*~

Ann handled my whipping her ass much better than she let on. I'd been honest. I actually had hit her pussy harder a couple of times when I was aiming at her clit. I knew that what I'd done to her rear end was not any more severe than where I'd used the crop on other parts of her sexy body. She was protesting as much for effect as she was for anything else. I knew it hurt. As I looked through the viewfinder to take a few pictures, I could see her ass cheeks had turned an incredible shade of pinkish-red once I'd finished. But I also knew I hadn't done anything she couldn't handle.

I threatened to continue whipping her, telling her that she wasn't doing a good enough job of counting for me, but the truth was I was more focused on what was next. I only hoped I could pull it off. The only way I would know for sure was to get on with it. Pushing the cart towards the door of the room, she went into yet another moment of panic.

"W...what are you doing?" she said as she fought against the ropes. 

"You didn't handle that very well, so I'm giving you a timeout."

"A...timeout? What are you...oh...NO!" she said as she realized I was reaching for the doorknob.

I chuckled as I carefully maneuvered the cart through the door, into the hallway. "I told you, I'm giving you a timeout. This room isn't big enough for that."

I left her there to stare down the long hall while I went back into the room. Stopping at the toy chest to get a couple of things, I stuffed them in my pockets. I'd also grabbed a long length of rope, draping it around her neck when I returned so I maneuvered the cart toward the stairwell. It took a couple of minutes, but I soon had her positioned at the top of the stairs against the railing, with her body facing the doorway.

"Neil...what are you doing?"

"It's 'Master' right now, Annabelle. And I told you...I wasn't pleased with the way you acted while I was disciplining that fine little ass. So I have to teach you a lesson on behavior and I think a timeout is the best way to do that."

"What exactly is a...timeout...Master?"

"I'm going get you ready and then you're going to spend a half-hour here by yourself, thinking about whether you really want to be Annabelle or not."

"A HALF-HOUR!"

"Yes, a half-hour. Or do I need to make it longer?"

"What if someone comes up the stairs?"

"No one uses the stairs when they can use the elevator."

"We did."

"Fine...if a horny couple wants some privacy, they MAY use the back stairs. But you and I both know we're that horny couple...so it's very unlikely. But, if someone does, I guess you'll just have to deal with it, won't you?"

"But...."

I put my finger over her lips as I leaned forward. "Ssshhh," I whispered, "We're not debating this Annabelle. We're doing it. So, unless you want to say your word, it's time to move on. Do you want to continue, or not?"

She nodded slowly, the nervousness showing in her deep brown eyes. I slipped my head to the left and kissed her. She moaned, kissing me back passionately, biting at my lower lip as I pulled away.

"God I love you...Master," she said breathlessly. 

Her eyes had changed, now displaying the raging fire that was burning insider her. Biting the corner of her own lip again, a naughty smile appeared on her angelic face as I stroked her cheek with my hand.

Grabbing the rope, I left it around her neck, making sure I had equal lengths on both sides. I'd become enamored with the rope marks on her legs. They looked almost artistic. So I decided to add some more to the beautiful canvas that was Ann's naked body. I began winding the rope around her torso, creating a kind of kinky halter for her. 

I wound the rope around her tits, constricting them tightly as she moaned out loud. But the smile on her face let me know I hadn't drifted into a territory that was taboo. When I'd finished, her tits were big and turning a delightful shade of purple, reminding me of how my cock looked when she'd put the leather strap around my balls and the cock ring on my shaft. That made  me  smile, thinking that turnabout was fair play.

"AAHHHHHH!" she screamed as I tightened the little screw adjustments on both of her nipple clamps, making the metal teeth bite deeper into her tender skin. The sound echoed down the stairwell.

Improvising, I took a pair of handcuffs and the smaller purple butt plug that I'd used on Ann the last time she was my love slave. She looked puzzled as I placed one of the open cuffs on the ridge at the base of the plug. 

"What are you doing?" she asked, her cute nose wrinkling.

"Making a weight," I answered as I closed the cuff around it tightly, making the metal squeeze into the rubber. 

"A...weight?"

I stopped what I was doing for just a second, taking enough time to put the gag back inside her mouth, her full lips wrapping around the red rubber ball. Holding the other open cuff over the silver chain connected to the nipple clamps, I quickly closed it, the distinctive clicking sound sealing her fate as she looked at me in disbelief. 

"Yes...a weight," I said, just before letting the metal bracelet slip off my finger. It dropped onto the chain, yanking it down violently, pulling her nipples with it.

"UUNNNGGGGHHHHHHHHH!" she growled into the gag, her eyes opening wide at first before snapping shut.

Pulling the blindfold back down, I cupped her wet pussy, letting my middle finger slide between her spread lips.

"I'll be back in a half hour, Annabelle. You be a good little slut while I'm gone and think about whether or not you really want to do this in the future."

~*~*~*~*~*~

"Good evening, front desk. This is Heather. How can I help you?"

I smiled on the other end of the phone just hearing her bubbly southern accent. "I'm wondering if you can get away for a little while. I could use your help again," I answered.

"Hi Neil. I was kind of hoping you would."

"You were?" 

"Yeah. If fact, I changed my perfume so Ann won't know it's me. I figured I needed to smell different than I did this morning. I also put off my dinner break, just in case," she laughed.

"Great...so, can you get away?"

"I'll be upstairs in five minutes!"

"I'll be downstairs in two!"

I slipped on my shoes and grabbed my shirt on the way out the door, putting it on as I walked down the long hallway. My heart was pounding as the elevator seemed to creep along, stopping on the third and second floors to pick up other people on the way to the lobby. But I still made it to the door outside the front desk in a couple of minutes, knocking softly.

Heather opened the door and pulled me inside, giving me a huge hug. "Okay, I'm ready. I've got the desk covered for the next half-hour or so...what's the plan?"

"I was wondering if you'd French my fiancée," I said matter of factly.

"French her? You mean eat her, don't you?"

"Yes...but I want you to do it as a French girl. You said you speak French too...didn't you?"

 "Oui, mon etalon,"  she replied, with a perfect French dialect.

"What's that mean?"

"Yes stallion...which is as close to 'stud' as I can get in French...I'm not fluent in it like I am speaking Spanish," she answered. "What exactly are we doing?"

"You and I are going to be a couple. We're going to walk up the stairs, and as we do, I want you to talk. I want you to tell me how horny you are, and how much you want to fuck me."

"Mmm, that won't be hard. Too bad I'm not going to get to actually do it."

"That doesn't mean you're not going to cum, though. I'll make sure of that."

"And just how do you intend to do that?" Heather said, acting coy.

I reached up under her short skirt with my hands, latching onto the thin elastic strands of her panties, pulling it down her legs. She let out a gasp, but she just looked over her shoulder as I knelt down to help her take them off. Stepped out of the panties for me, I threw them on top of a file cabinet in the corner. She looked at me like I was crazy when I stood back up, but that changed when I reached under her skirt and felt her dripping pussy.

"You won't need those for now. You can put them back on later if you want. Let's go. I've got Ann waiting for us. I'll tell you what I want you to do with her on the way."

"Where do you have her tied up, on the bed?"

"You'll see when we get there. I don't want to spoil it. I want your reaction to be real, just remember to speak French."

"What about you? You don't speak French...do you?"

"No, but I can grunt!"

I further explained what I wanted Heather to do with both Ann and me as we made our way down the hallway. She knew I was going to take care of her, even though I couldn't fuck her. But I had to be vague on some of the details, because I didn't want to spoil the surprise for Heather. And I wanted her to be surprised. Actually, I was hoping she'd be shocked.

When we opened the door to the stairwell on the first floor, Heather started speaking, and giggling. I'd wanted her to pretend she was horny and she went all out. In fact, she wasn't just speaking the part, she was acting it. She grabbed my crotch as we walked up the first flight of stairs, and by the time we reached the second, she stopped and pulled me to her, kissing me frantically. She did that again on the fourth floor and I realized she had to know Ann was at the top. Why else would I have wanted her to speak French on the way up the stairs? 

Heather had me pressed up against the wall, kissing my neck as she ran her hands all over my chest. The next thing I knew, she was unbuttoning her blouse and I realized rather quickly that she wasn't wearing a bra. She started rubbing her huge breasts against my body; fondling my cock through my pants, all the while talking in a way that ensured Ann could hear it.

 "Viens, vite, mon amour. Je veux que nous sommes dans la chamber donc nous pouvons faire l'amour comme des fous." 

It was sexy. I couldn't believe how turned on I was becoming just by someone speaking to me in a foreign language...it made the whole thing we were doing more believable.

Finally, she broke away, running up the stairs as she turned to say something to me. I didn't understand a word she said, but the way she was motioning to me, I could tell she was telling me to hurry up and follow her. I did, but she got to the top of the stairs before I did and she let out a huge gasp.

 "Oh, Merde!"  Heather exclaimed.  "Viens ici, tu veux voir ceci!"  I had no idea what she said, but was motioning for me to join her. 

Heather stared at Ann and her face went from the shock I was hoping for to a look of excitement. She even started giggling. 

Moving close to Ann, she touched her stomach with her soft hand, before pulling back. We looked for Ann's reaction, which had been unabated fear when we first made it to the landing. It changed when Heather touched her. She actually moaned at first, before she sighed when Heather pulled back.

Touching Ann a second time, Heather fingers traced a little lower, closer to her landing strip. "Vous êtes si belle. Je veux vous goûter,"  she whispered.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 82



©2011, All rights reserved – mimaster

~*~*~*~*~*~ 

It was a simple question really, one that I really should have anticipated just in case. But I hadn't. I'd been so captivated by exploding deep inside Ann's ass that I'd lost myself to the moment. As we lay still coupled, my thick shaft buried in her backside, she brought me back when she broke our long silence with her simple, direct query. 

"Who's Cecilia?"

"Who's...who?" I responded, hoping to sound calm but confused.

"Cecilia...the French girl that just ate me. Who is she?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," I answered almost defiantly.

"Sure you do...I can tell."

"W...what are you talking about, Ann?"

"I just felt your cock flinch when I asked you, baby. I'm pretty sure I'm not wrong. Obviously I could be, but I don't think I am. And I'm not Ann. I'm still Annabelle."

I was becoming more confused, and concerned, by the second. "What?"

"I'm still tied up...I'm still blindfolded and I've still got my collar on. I'm still Annabelle. Don't end our night just because you don't want to answer my question," she laughed.

I was surprised...that she laughed. I was in a full-blown panic, my cock deflating in her ass faster than a cut tire. And that became yet another giveaway. Ann was reading my reactions, not with her eyes, but with her body. She actually felt my cock pulse in her ass when she first asked me about Heather, who had masquerading as Cecilia when we played with Ann together in the stairwell. And that had me wondering about a lot of things...like how she knew it was me in the first place.

I reached around and grabbed her sore, tender left nipple, pulling it hard. "I know you're still Annabelle. And you're right, we're not done yet. Not unless you want to be."

"AAAHHHHHHHHH," she growled. "NO. I don't want to stop. But I guess that means you're not going to tell me either."

"I don't know what you want me to tell you, because I don't know what you're talking about."

She sighed and said, "I'm not going to be upset...and it isn't going to change what just happened and how amazing you've been so far, Neil. This has been one of the greatest days of my entire life. I love you so much. Telling me isn't going to change that or how I feel about what we're doing."

"Ann...I..."

"Annabelle. And I know it was you. There's no doubt in my mind that you came on me. I'm just curious about Cecilia."

"H...how did you know?" I asked, my voice becoming quieter.

"Aw...Neil. Don't be disappointed, baby. I'm not. And I didn't know at first...you have to believe me."

"I do. If there's one thing I know, it's that you wouldn't lie. But how did you know?"

"Well, I didn't  know  know, if you know what I mean. But...well, when you stood up on the cart, you seemed the right size, and you definitely had that aura you always have."

"Aura?" I chuckled.

"Yeah, you know...sexy and confident. I can feel it when you're around me. Maybe that's because I've had most of my senses shut off for the day, but I definitely felt your presence. Of course, I still didn't know for sure. Then you came on me and I wondered again. I can't imagine another man in this hotel cumming as much as you do, baby. But even then I wasn't sure."

"So, what gave me away, then?"

"Your cum. When you fed me what you splattered on me I knew for sure. I'd know the taste of your cum anywhere," she said with a smile.

I snickered and said, "Wow. That's a pretty slutty comment, don't you think?"

Ann shrugged and said, "What did you expect? I'm Annabelle. I'm a dirty slut, remember?"

"Mmm...yes you are," I said as I reached for her other nipple, twisting and pulling it like I had the first. I got pretty much the same reaction, and laughed. "So...you're saying if I wouldn't have..."

"I wasn't sure until I tasted your cum. So no...I probably never would have asked. But like I said, please don't be upset. It only matters that I didn't know at the time. God, I'm still feeling it, Neil. It was so damn real...and so exciting. Knowing it was you honestly doesn't change it. In fact, to me, it makes it better."

"Better? How?"

"Because...you love me so much, you do everything you can to make my kinky fantasies come true."

"I could say the same thing about you, babe."

"I mean it Neil. Today has been such a rush...I've been on edge for twenty-four hours, and we're not done yet. Sometimes I wonder what I did to deserve having you in my life."

"You said 'Yes', Ann."

~*~*~*~*~*~

Ann was lying on the bed...well, the 'sex' bed, staring in the dark. I was looking back at her from the other bed, watching her eyes shift from me, to the red numbers of the digital alarm clock on the nightstand between the beds, and then back to me.

I'd taken off the mask, putting it away for the night. I also removed the butt plug and untied her breasts. But I left her tied like she was, legs bound together at the ankles and knees; arms bound behind her at the elbows and wrists. And at her request, she was still collared. Well, she didn't actually request it. But when she said that because still had her collar on that meant she was Annabelle, I didn't have the heart to take it off.

When I got into the other bed, I turned off the light, leaving the curtains open to let a little light to come into the room. When our eyes adjusted, we were able to see each other. She lay there with her head on the pillow, looking so sweet and innocent, except for her eyes, which were on fire, the sexual energy burning within. Here was this sultry, sexy woman, and yet there was a slutty tigress inside, ready to pounce. The look in her eyes made me think that it was a good idea that she was still tied up. Otherwise, she would have been fucking me wildly until my cock fell off.

With my being at a safe distance, so to speak, I decided to tell her what she wanted to know. I confessed that she was right about it being me, and I informed her that Cecilia was actually Heather. I offered a very nondescript version of how I'd gotten her to be a part of our day, never mentioning what Heather had done during the morning pretending to be a maid. I only mentioned what she'd done as Cecilia. I didn't want to give away any more information than I had to...hoping to keep as much of the day a mystery as I could. 

That seemed to satisfy Ann. I'd told her what she wanted to know. Actually, I think I told her what she needed to know. It wasn't that a strange woman had eaten her pussy. It was that the same strange woman had sucked my cock. Now that she knew that it was really Heather instead of a French woman named Cecilia, she knew I hadn't done anything with someone she didn't know. Deep in her heart, she knew all along I'd never do that...not without letting her be involved in the decision ahead of time. But just knowing for sure that I hadn't betrayed our trust made her soar inside. 

She got so excited when I first told her that Heather was Cecilia I thought she was going to burst. Then she got quiet, laying there, looking back and forth between the clock on the table, and me. She looked so many times that I actually turned to look at it myself, wondering if there was something wrong. It was twenty minutes until midnight when I looked back at Ann, who was staring directly back at me, her eyes unblinking.

"Something on you mind, Annabelle?"

"Neil?" Ann said quickly, apparently waiting for me to give the go ahead for her to speak.

"Yes."

"Can you untie me?"

"Uh...I thought you wanted to --"

"Just for a little bit...you can tie me back up anyway you want to when I get back."

"Get back? I can carry you to the bathroom if you need to go."

"I don't need to go to the bathroom. I need to...I want to thank Heather. Do you mind?"

"You want to thank her?"

"Uh huh. Please? She's leaving in..." she pleaded as she paused to look at the clock, "...nineteen minutes."

"How are you going to thank her?" I winked.

"However you tell me to," Ann smiled.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Ann stretched her lithe naked frame once I'd released her from the ropes that bound her. Then she headed to the bathroom to freshen up again. Actually, I let her take a quick shower. She came out five minutes later with her makeup redone, her wet hair pulled up high on her head in a ponytail to show off her collar. She looked sexy, and slutty.

Putting on a pair of tight red hip hugger shorts that looked sexier and skimpier than anything you'd see on a Hooter's waitress, she added a very tiny red string bikini top; the little triangles barely covering her nipples. It was more string than bikini...and I started getting hard as she slipped on a pair of 4-inch red stilettos.

She stared at my growing cock and said, "I guess I'll have to pay for making that happen when I get back, won't I?"

"We'll see. You just do what I told you to do."

"Yes, Master," she said as she applied a fresh coat of bright red lipstick to her lips, making her ass jut out as she looked in the mirror. It looked so inviting I didn't know whether to spank it or fuck it. But I didn't do either, instead choosing to just admire it. Glancing at me in the reflection in the mirror, she grinned, "You really are an ass man, aren't you baby?"

"I'm an Ann man," I answered, licking my lips lewdly, making her laugh.

"Aw...that's so sweet!"

"I don't know if it's sweet, but it's the truth," I said as I walked up behind and hugged her, pressing my hard cock into her ass.

"Hmm...maybe I should just thank Heather later. Feels like you aren't done abusing my ass yet."

"I'm not...but I want you to do this. Are you ready?"

She turned around and stood up straight, showing off her barely covered body. "What do you think?" she smiled.

With the short shorts and the non-existent top, she was showing off almost all of her rope marks, and they were everywhere. With just her areolas covered by the tiny triangles of the bikini top, you could see the rest of Ann's cute boobs and the way then had been bound. Then there were the marks on her thighs and upper arms. But they were nothing compared to the deep indentations on her wrists and ankles from being tied for most of the day.

Catching me staring at her skin, she smiled. "I take it that you like how I look."

"I love it. I love you."

"I love you too, baby. I feel so dirty with my rope marks. I thought it was naughty when I had the couple showing the day after we were at the cabin. But this is...wow, I am  such  a slut!"

"Yes, you are. Now, hurry and go thank Heather before she takes off. And remember -- "

"I know my instructions...Master," she winked. Gripping my cock gently in her hand, a big toothy grin appeared on her face. "I'll do what you told me to do and I'll be back as soon as I can so you can use this on me again."

She let go of my shaft and walked to the luggage cart, pulling it toward the door. 

"Don't forget to call."

"I won't baby. Thanks for letting me do this."

~*~*~*~*~*~ 

Lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling, my heart was pounding. I wanted to watch. It was killing me sitting in that little room, knowing what Ann might be doing and not being able to see it. My cock was straining just thinking about it. In fact, I was so turned on by the thought that pre-cum was flowing freely from the head of my cock, which amazed me.

I'd thought that there was no way I'd be able to cum again. I'd already had three orgasms, two in the last couple of hours. But my body was responding to what we'd been doing...what we  were  doing. Actually, it was responding to what Ann was doing. At least, what I hoped she was doing. And since she'd been gone for a half-hour, I had to assume that she was. Otherwise, she would have been back already.

I closed my eyes and pictured her stepping off the elevator and walking down the little grade in the hallway...past the restaurant and the bar. I pictured her sexy strut as she pulled the cart across the tile floor of the brightly lit lobby. I imagined what she must have looked like untying the ropes off the top of the cart, and then bending sexily at the waist to remove the bottom ones, showing off her tight ass in the process. 

I knew it was almost midnight on a Thursday and the lobby was probably near empty. But in my head, it was full and buzzing, just like it would have been on a Friday or Saturday. My brain saw all of those people milling about, and then suddenly stopping in their tracks to stare at Ann as she walked by. The crowd mesmerized by the scantily clad beauty walking like a runway model, pulling a cart, their eyes first drawn to her skimpy outfit and the body it barely hid. Those same eyes becoming transfixed on the telltale rope marks on her bronze skin.

Then my mind saw her approaching Heather at the front desk, the image in my head following her, staring at the sexy ass, the string of her top barely visible as she walked up to the counter to place the ropes she untied from the cart on the marble top. I envisioned her talking to Heather...but there were no words that I could understand. In my erotic daydream Ann might as well have been Charlie Brown's teacher...the sound garbled and incoherent. 

But I knew what she was asking, or more accurately, offering. As the half-hour became forty-five minutes since she'd left, I could only believe that she had talked Heather into sticking around a while after work.

I was busy dreaming about Heather, her naked body lounging on a bed with her legs spread wide. I could picture Ann, her head buried between Heather's soft, shapely thighs. I could see Ann licking Heather, sticking her tongue deep into Heather's wet pussy. 

If I was right and Ann was indeed munching on Heather's cunt somewhere in the hotel, she had become the seventh woman Ann had eaten. Carol would undoubtedly be the eighth sometime the next day...well, the same day, since it was now well after midnight. 

Eight different women. I smiled when I thought about the number. At first it was a novice thought for Ann to be with another woman sexually; kind of a hidden fantasy of sorts. But she wasn't a novice any longer. Ann was now experienced. Hell, she was going to be just two away from ten. Once you hit double digits, it was hard to deny that you'd gone from being a novice, past experienced...to becoming a card carrying bisexual. That is if she wasn't one already.

The thought of my future wife being bisexual actually appealed to me. I'd never considered that a bonus when I thought about marrying someone. In fact, it never crossed my mind. But it was pretty obvious that under the right circumstances, she not only had no problem being with a woman, she actually got off on it. And that made me smile. I knew it wasn't something she sought out, but I loved that she didn't shy away from it when the opportunity presented itself in the context of our relationship. As long as I was aware of it, and approved, I had no problem with her satisfying that part of her sexuality.

I was thinking about how hot it would be if she scoped out a hot woman at a bar, or on a beach, or wherever we were at the time, and she walked over and propositioned her to see if she wanted to have a threesome with her husband. It had never been a fantasy of mine, but it was fast becoming one as I thought about the how Ann had changed since fate brought us together. 

I was cock deep into a potential wet dream; Ann talking to a beautiful, leggy, redhead at a beach resort bar trying to convince her to join us for a night of sexual adventure somewhere along a secluded spot in a grove of trees just off the beach. But that popped out of my head with an imaginary 'poof' of smoke when the phone rang. It startled me so much I sat up in bed with a start.

"Hello?"

"We're finished, baby. I'm ready to come back upstairs."

"Okay. I'll be waiting for you." 

And I was, right in front of the elevators. I hung up the phone, threw on my pants, grabbed the room key and a couple of items from the toy chest and sprinted down the hall. It helped knowing that there were no other guests on our floor. But Ann didn't know that. I was counting on that little secret to add to what we were still doing. She had agreed to be my love slave for a day, but with my boss giving me Friday off, I was taking liberties with just how long our 'day' was going to be. Not that she minded...I could tell she didn't want to stop just yet.

She let out a gasp, startled that I was standing in front of the elevator when the doors opened. "God, Neil...you scared me."

"I didn't scare you...I surprised you," I said as I took her into my arms and kissed her, the unmistakable taste of Heather on her lips.

That kind of proved Ann's point about knowing I was the one that came on her stomach in the stairwell instead of some French stranger staying at the hotel. She knew the taste of my sperm as soon as I scooped it off her body and fed it her. I pulled back, still holding her closely as I looked into her beautiful brown eyes.

"What a nice surprise," she said happily.

"Are you ready for more?"

"Mmm...yes, baby. I can't wait to see what you're going to do to me next."

I reached between her breasts, grabbing the little string of the micro bikini that was helping hold the two small triangle patches in place over her nipples. Pulling up on the string, I lifted her top over her tits. Not that it was a real feat since it was so small, but I'd exposed her breasts nonetheless.

"What are you doing, Neil?" she giggled.

"I'm surprising you again," I said, grabbing both of her nipples, pulling them hard, making her move away from the door of the elevator to the middle of the hallway.

"FUCK!" she screamed out, stumbling as I continued to yank on the perfect ends of her breasts, forcing her down to her knees. "WHAT THE..."

"Careful, Annabelle. You wouldn't want to wake anyone up...you'll spoil the surprise."

"Oh...God," she said quietly as I pinned her to the floor, removing the tiny top completely. Then I proceeded to remove her tight shorts, throwing them on the floor with the top, right in front of her eyes. She clamped her legs shut to hide her pussy. "Neil! What are you ?"

"You're my love slave, right?"

"Well yeah...but..."

"No 'buts', Annabelle. If you're my love slave you really don't have a choice, other than to say the word and end our night. It's totally up to you," I said as I grabbed her arms and pulled them behind her back.

"I...I don't want to stop, Neil. It's just...HERE?" she said trying to turn her head to see me.

"I suppose I could take you to the lobby to do this...is that what you want?"

"No!"

I started tying her arms behind her back like I'd done before I let her go downstairs to 'thank' Heather, using the ropes from the cart she'd brought back with her. "That's what I thought. Now lie still and be quiet so you don't wake anyone."

She relaxed her body, no longer fighting the inevitable. Actually, she only fought to make it seem like she didn't want me to do what I was doing. Deep down inside, she was just as turn on and excited as she was nervous and scared. I knew that because as I worked on tying her arms, she slowly spread her legs. I almost didn't notice at first, but she had her knees about a foot apart. If anyone would have walked off the elevator they would have seen her wet pussy easily.

When I'd finished binding her arms behind her back, I stood and lifted her to her knees...forcing her spread to them wider to keep her balance. Standing in front of her shocked face I slowly pulled down my zipper. But before I fished out my thick hard cock, I slipped the blindfold back over her eyes.

"Awww!" she whined.

"You still haven't earned the right to see my hard cock, Annabelle. In fact, I'm not sure if you've earned the right to have me fuck your pussy yet."




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 82



"Oh...God," she sighed softly.

I got on my knees, resting my thighs on the back of my calves in front of her. Taking her by her hair, my hand holding onto the ponytail, I maneuvered her towards the tip of my shaft. She let out a little yelp, but she opened her mouth knowing she was close to my shaft. As I guided my cock past her red lips, she let out a moan.

Taking her head in my hands, I started fucking her mouth and throat, lifting her up and down over my shaft. Every once in a while I'd hold her down over my cock for a longer time, but then I'd pull her completely off. She'd gasp for breath, but each time I went jam my cock back down her throat, she's have this naughty smile on her face that made me shiver with excitement.

I fucked her like that for quite a while, before finally pulling out and letting her sit back on her knees while I got back to my feet. I didn't leave her like that for long, though. I helped her to her feet until she stood in front of me, lifting the mask so I could look at her. 

"You just earned the right to see my cock," I grinned. Her brown coffee eyes were swirling, the thrill of the moment displayed in her irises, her shallow pants escaping past her open lips. But she never got the chance to look at my crotch. Motioning down the hallways, my shaft pointing along with me, I said, "Pick a door, Annabelle."

"Pick a...what?"

"A door. We're going to play sexual roulette."

"What the fuck is that?" she said, much more graphic than I had expected.

I chuckled at her response and replied, "You pick a door, and hope that the room is empty."

"I...what?"

"Pick a room number, Annabelle," I said as I tweaked a nipple, making her shriek. "And do it quietly, or the room is going to pick itself when someone comes out and sees you."

"Uh...507," she said, looking at the room numbers nearest us.

I pulled the leash out of my pocket and attached it to sexy leather collar around her neck. Pulling her behind me, I led her towards the door she chose, making her stand in front of it. "What am I supposed to do now?" she asked innocently.

"We find out if anyone's home," I said as I grabbed her right shoulder, spinning her around wildly and pressing her back against the door with a resounding thud.

I leaned in close; she caught her breath as I placed my fingertip against her lower lip, rubbing it lightly across the wet surface. Closing my eyes, I kissed her passionately, listening to her moan in mouth. I could feel her tongue dancing with mine as she leaned her head forward to kiss me back.

My left hand made it's way down Ann's side, cupping her breast for a second, before going to the inside of her right leg. Grabbing the inside her thigh, I lifted her leg higher until her knee was past her waist, my free hand snaking down her body. My fingers pressed against her wet snatch, rubbing her pussy, concentrating on her clit. She moaned into my mouth again as I played with her, massaging her pussy with my hand. My fingers would slip between the fleshy folds of her cunt, finding new places to touch and tease with every passing second.

I started to moving my hand rapidly, focusing on her hard little clit. It felt hot to the touch...my fingers moving back and forth between her heavenly thighs as I held her pinned against the door. I kept kissing her, my tongue flicking inside her mouth like I would have if it were her pussy...grazing her teeth as I played her body like a fine instrument. And she was making beautiful, melodic noises in response.

When she was ready to explode, I stopped, breaking off my kiss as I pulled my hand away from her dripping cunt.

"AGHHH," she growled, knowing I was denying her orgasm. But as she opened her mouth, I stuffed my wet fingers into it. She mumbled as I made her taste herself for a little bit, but she said nothing once I pulled my hand out and let go of her leg. 

Taking her leash, I said, "Choose another room, Annabelle. You have to choose two more before we can go to OUR room."

"Two...what if someone comes to the door?"

"I guess you'll have to suck their cock...or eat their pussy."

"W...what if it's a kid?"

"No kid is going to answer the door at one o'clock in the morning, Annabelle. Now, stop stalling and give me a number, or I'll make you do ALL of the rooms on the floor!"

"515!" she barked out.

~*~*~*~*~*~

"OH...FUCK! FUCK MY PUSSY BABY! PLEASE FUCK MY PUSSY." 

"You're still feeling like a dirty little slut, aren't you Annabelle," I said as I slapped my hand against her rosy pink ass.

"YES! JUST FUCK MY PUSSY...PLEASE!"

Ann was on her knees again, her face pressed into a pillow. And I was plowing her well used asshole for...well, I couldn't really remember how many times I'd fucked her ass since she'd become Annabelle for me. I just knew I wasn't going to fuck her pussy. Not until I was finished with Annabelle and I let her be Ann again...or at least Anna. No matter how much Ann pleaded with me to fuck her pussy, I continued to jam my fat cock as deep into her tender ass as I could.

But as unsettling as that was to her, it was nothing compared to her being bent over on the floor with her head on the pillow. It wasn't so much that she was on the floor...it was that she was on the floor of the hallway, right in front of our room.

She had gone to room 515 first...and then she picked room 516 immediately after that, thinking that if she was just across the hall and no one came out, there was every possibility that that room was empty too. Her mistake was telling me why she chose the last room. To counter that logic, I told her I was going to fuck her...in the hallway. 

When I grabbed a pillow from our room and threw it on the floor in the hallway, she thought I was bluffing. After all, it was one thing to put her up against a door and finger her quietly. Well, almost quietly. It was quite another to actually fuck her out in the open. But when I forced her into a doggy position once again, and started rubbing my hard cock against her rear entrance, she knew I was serious, and her body started shaking.

I eased my length deep into her ass at first, knowing she had to be sore. She'd had either my cock or a huge butt plug stuffed inside it most of the day. But when she bucked back into my body, I knew she was not only into what I was doing, she also didn't want anything to do with it being gentle. Grabbing her tits, I pawed at them as I started fucking her hard.

That soon had her screaming out, the dirty slut inside her coming out all too easily at that point. She wasn't holding back, telling me what she wanted, even though she knew I wasn't going to give her. She was begging me to fuck her pussy, fully aware that I was only going to fuck her ass. And every time she begged, I spanked...hard. Each time my palm landed on her flesh, she bucked back against me with a growl. I was amazed at the energy she had given all the things I'd done to her. Hell, I was amazed at the energy  I  had. But at that point, we seemed to be feeding off each other. 

I guess I was actually feeding more off of Ann. The way she was moving her body was incredible, using all of her athletic abilities to find a way to please me. Without the use of her hands or arms, and being positioned as she was, one would think she would just lie there and take the pounding I was giving her. But she was using her powerful thighs to rock herself back and forth, slamming her ass into me harder than I was banging into her. And the vibration that that caused in my balls was becoming too much. 

I was torn as to whether to cum in her ass again, or to pull out and have her swallow my load for once. Both options had benefits that I liked. The thought of making her take my cock into her mouth after it had been in her ass, even though I knew she was clean, was appealing. So was the idea of her going to sleep with the taste of my sperm on her tongue. But in the end, that's where I came...in her back end, and she groaned when I did. I made sure I held just the head of my cock in her ass as I pumped a big load inside her.

A few minutes later, she was in the same position on the bed...her bed. The bed that was defined by what it was used for...sex. And that's what she was at the moment. She wanted to be used for sex. That's what being Annabelle was all about to her.

Her blindfold was back in place as I put the finishing touches on what I was doing with her. Her ass was high in the air and I'd tied her ankles like I had earlier, binding them tightly together. I was about to bind her knees together too. But I had something else in mind first.

"How's that hot little pussy doing, Annabelle?" I said as I cupped it, slipping a finger inside.

"It needs a big fat cock...bad," she whined as she wiggled her ass back and forth, trying to entice me.

If I hadn't already cum so many times, I might have been enticed by the way she was swaying her lower back. But I was spent and I really did have something else in mind. Walking across the room to the tiny little refrigerator, I opened the door to the small freezer inside and pulled out the rubber dildo I'd placed there hours before. I smiled as I felt the cold shaft, and had to fight from giggling out loud as I went into the bathroom.

I ran some water over it, not wanting the rubber surface to stick to Ann's skin when I used it. I crawled up onto the mattress, easing behind her as I leaned down, licking her pussy for a moment, making her labia split open again. She moaned and pushed her ass back toward me, trying to get me to dig my tongue deeper inside her cunt.

"You really  do  need a fat cock, don't you babe?"

"God yes. Please Neil...I need it so bad."

Spreading her labia wide with the fingers and thumb of my left hand, I buried the frozen cocksicle all the way inside her wet pussy in one quick jab.

"FUUCKKKKKK!"

I laughed as I pulled her onto her side and quickly started winding rope around her thighs, hog tying them together, pinning the dildo deep inside her pussy in the process. She shivered as I bound her limbs tightly, but she didn't say anything, choosing instead to moan deeply. I made sure she was as comfortable as I could, considering how I had her tied once more. 

Kissing her forehead, I whispered, "There...now you can cool off that hot little pussy while you feel my cum dripping out of your ass all night. Goodnight, Annabelle."

"Goodnight...Master," she sighed heavily. As I climbed into the other bed and turned off the light, I heard her once more, her voice soft and faint. "I love you, Neil."

"I love you too, baby."

~*~*~*~*~*~

The room was dark as my eyes stared at the ceiling before glancing at the clock. "Four in the morning," I groaned to myself, knowing I'd only gotten a couple hours of sleep. "At least I don't have to go to work in the morning," I thought to myself. Closing my eyes again, I hoped to drift back off. But I couldn't get the weird dream I'd just had out of my head. 

In it, I was standing on the edge of a cliff overlooking the Pacific Ocean. It was the same cliff at Half Moon Bay in Northern California where Ann and I had played around on the deserted beach below. It was a gray overcast day just like it had been when we were there, the gusting ocean wind whipping across my face. As I stood there watching the waves crash into the rocks below, I could hear the wind calling my name.

Now awake, I shook my head, wondering why my unconscious mind would have taken me back to that place. It was a wonderful memory, but as with most dreams that I actually remembered once I woke up, it made little sense. Then again, maybe it did.

"Neil," I heard Ann whisper very quietly from the other bed. At least I thought that I heard her. I wondered if I was still dreaming of the ocean winds until a few moments later when she called out again.

"Ann?" I answered, not thinking about where she was or what we'd been doing for the last day. 

"Yes baby...it's me. I...I..."

Sitting up, I looked around, wondering why she wasn't in bed with me. "What is it babe?" 

She let out a long sigh and after a second or two of silence she said, "Utah."

Suddenly remembering where she was, I leapt out of bed, bounding from where I was over to her without hitting the floor. At least, it didn't seem like it did. I pulled off her mask and scrambled in the dark to find the knot I'd tied on her arms, fumbling to free them.

"Are you okay, babe? I'm so sorry that I..."

"It's okay, Neil. I'm fine. You don't have to hurry...take your time."

I kept working on her arms, but I was puzzled by what she'd just said. "You're fine?"

"Uh huh," she said quietly. 

I was curious, but I didn't ask. She said her safe word and that was all that I needed to hear. My eyes finally started to adjust to being awake, the light coming through the open curtains illuminating the room enough for me to see clearly once I was out of my dream induced fog. 

When I finished with her arms, I flipped her over onto her back and started to untie the ropes on her legs. She put her hands behind her head on the pillow, her elbows sticking out to the side, grinning at me with a very sexy smile. When her legs were finally freed, she spread them slowly for me, bending them at the knees as she pulled them up by her sides...much like she'd been tied on the dinner table earlier in the day. 

Smiling, she asked, "Do you want to take Antonio out now, or leave him in?"

"What do you mean?"

"I want to know if you still want the dildo in my pussy, Master. But if you don't, you're going to have to take it out."

"What are you talking about, Ann? I thought you said 'Utah'."

"I did...but I don't want to stop."

"You don't?"

"Not if you don't want to."

"Well, why did you say 'Utah' then?"

"Because I couldn't sleep with my arms behind my back like that."

"So...you weren't hurt or anything?" 

"Oh...no baby. I was fine. I was more than fine. I could have made it until morning like that. But I need to sleep if were going to...well, you know."

"Go to Carol's?" I laughed.

"Yeah...I think she deserves me at my best, don't you?"

"You're always at you best, Ann."

"I still want to be Annabelle, Neil. Why don't you tie me back up just like this?" she said with a wink. 

Instead I reached down and pulled out the dildo, laying it on the bed beside her. Then I got off the bed and lifted her up, cradling her in my arms. 

"What are you doing?" she asked.

I took her to the other bed and placed her gently in the center. Pulling the covers over us, I moved in behind Ann, spooning up against her naked body.

"I'm tired and I want to go to sleep with my fiancée," I said as I kissed her shoulder.

Ann was silent, breathing deeply as I squeezed her tender right breast. She sighed a little while later; a contented, loving sound that made my heart skip a beat. Then she surprised me by breaking the silence we were sharing.

"Neil?"

"Yeah babe," I answered softly, squeezing her breast again.

"Can...can I be Annabelle again in the morning? Or are we really done until the next time?"

"Are you sure? You've had a long day, and -- "

"And I'm not done feeling like Annabelle. I mean, I don't mind going to sleep like this...you know how I love falling to sleep in your arms. But I...well, I guess I need to get it all out of my system. I still feel like a dirty slut. Besides I was kind of looking forward to what you -- "

"Ann," I said, stopping her from rambling on as she tried to convince me to continue to be her 'Master' at least a little longer.

She turned her head, flashing a brilliant, sexy smile that lit up the room. "Yes, baby?"

"We'll see how I feel about it in the morning, okay. I don't want to commit right now, because I'm tired. And believe it or not, it takes a lot of energy to do this, even on my end."

"I know," she winked, reminding me in her own way that she'd been Barbara, the escort for me...and she'd been my Mistress while doing it.

"Well, if you know, then you'll understand why I want to wait to decide right now."

"I do, Neil. And I won't be upset if you don't want to. I just want you to know how I feel."

I kissed Ann on the neck, biting her skin a little. "Thanks for understanding, Ann." 

"Oh...I understand. But I'm not Ann."

"What?"

"If I can't be Annabelle right now, that's fine. But I'm not going to be Ann, either."

I smiled and kissed Ann on the neck again, my teeth biting at the leather collar she was still wearing. "Goodnight...Anna."

~*~*~*~*~*~ 

I could hear Ann singing in the shower and it made me smile. First, I was stunned at how well she could sing. I'd heard Ann singing along with the radio...in fact, I'd heard her do it a lot. But unlike me, she was more subdued when she sang. She was usually quiet and reserved, almost beneath her breath at times. She never showed off the hidden talent that I was suddenly hearing as she belted out an amazing A Cappella version of Marvin Gaye's 'Sexual Healing.'

She was singing that selection because of something she'd said when we woke up. My hand was on her upper arm, feeling the indentations from the rope that had been left behind in her skin. And I'd said that if felt like I'd been too hard on her...that I'd hurt her more than just the little pain that I'd intended to give her.

"Pardon me for saying this, baby...but that's total bullshit," she said bluntly.

"Ann...I just don't want to hurt --"

Turning over to face me, her eyes opened wide, the hint of a smile in them. She touched my cheek softly with her fingers, and said, "I have a word, Neil, and you should know by now that I know how to use it. If I could have slept like that, I wouldn't have used it at all. I really wanted to be tied up like that all night. In fact, I'm still  hoping  we'll pick up this morning where we left off."

"Well, I just want you to know that I care. You're going to end up with bruises and marks that will take a long time to heal."

"I love the pain, Neil. Well, most of it," she giggled. "You should also know that I don't bruise easily and I get off on the marks. I love it, because the sex heals me, baby. God you were so incredible yesterday. That's why I want more...I'm not done being bad."

"The sex  heals  you?"

"Uh huh."

"That's a little hard to believe, Ann."

"It's Anna," she said as she reached between my legs and started playing with my cock, bringing it to life rather quickly. "Unless of course...." she winked.

I smiled and said, "It's hard to believe...Annabelle."

She squeezed my cock and moved forward, kissing me. It was a dirty, sexy kiss. One only a slut would dare to give. "God I love you Neil," she said breathlessly as she pulled back to stare at me with her sexy brown eyes.

She leapt out of the bed, much like I had in the middle of the night when I heard her call my name. Skipping off, she said she was going to take a shower to get herself ready. And that's when she started singing.

I chuckled when I first heard her and her song choice. Then I marveled that she seemed to know all the words. Then it finally dawned on me just how beautiful her voice was. I lay back on the mattress with my hands under my head on the pillow, listening to her serenade me from the shower, thankful that she left the bathroom door open.

As I relaxed there with a grin on my face, I thought about what she and I had just talked about...the reasons she'd chosen to sing the song in the first place. She'd said that she loved it when she got to be Annabelle. She didn't want to let it go, because she knew we weren't going play Master and love slave again for a long time. We both knew those times would be special, because they wouldn't be that frequent.

But what she said about the sexual side of her BDSM fantasies stuck in my head. Yes, she'd said first that she loved the pain. I think she liked it more than she loved it, but there was no doubt that she looked forward to it, in an apprehensive sort of way. She'd kidded about becoming a Masochist once, but the truth was, she really did get off on it to some extent. Yet it was that comment about the sex and how it healed her that had me intrigued.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 82



As hard as it was to believe now, I'd tied up just three women in my life, the first being Dawn. And that wasn't all that long before...just a few months had passed. While that time with Dawn was tame compared to what I'd since done with Ann, and with Carol, I thought about that first time. It was all about Dawn healing. 

Dawn and I both needed to heal that weekend; our hearts having been pulled out of our chests and trampled on by people we'd entrusted them to. Dawn had first helped mend my broken heart...and my tying her up not only helped do the same for her, it led to one of her biggest fantasies coming true when her roommates Mark and Jill found her that way.

With Carol, I'd tied her up because she wanted to. She'd gotten interested hearing Ann tell her about our adventure in Colorado. If fact, she became so turned on that she wanted to try it when the opportunity presented itself. But she'd also been hurt by a painful end to her marriage. Trusting me by letting me tie her up like that was another step in her healing process. As I thought of Dawn and Carol while I listened to Ann sing about sexual healing, I finally realized that what Ann was talking about all along. 

Sure, I'd tied all three of them up. But, there was more love involved than there was domination. Okay...there was a lot of domination, which became more involved and inventive as I got more comfortable doing it. But there was always a caring; a deep, heartfelt affection while I did what they all actually wanted me to do to them...with them. I was doing something for them, and that was helping them heal.

That feeling, that connection we shared;  that  was what Ann was talking about. While they all were helpless in one way, they were made stronger in others. It was like the old wives tale about how broken bones heal stronger under the right circumstances. True or not, that was what happened with Ann, as well as Dawn and Carol. Their broken hearts had not only healed, they had become stronger, more independent women in the process. And the power that came from that independence was what allowed them to move forward with their lives knowing they would be able to love again. 

Of course, Ann already loved me before we started dabbling with bondage and the related things that went along with it. In some ways, I think she loved me since we were just casual friends fantasizing about each other in High School. But the trust we'd built since that fateful meeting on the basketball court that was Matt's patio set the stage for both of us to grow...together. Ever since that moment, we continued to build on that trust. And in the process, our hearts and our love became stronger.

I was basking in the warmth of that thought, when Ann walked out of the bathroom. Her curly brown hair looked longer and darker, still wet from the shower. The rest of her was clean, dry, and fresh, including the slutty makeup she'd put on to make herself look more like...Annabelle. With the leather collar still on her neck, and black stilettos back on her feet, I stared at her tan skin. The marks from the ropes were still very evident all over her body, but there were no signs from where I'd spanked her or struck her with the riding crop. True to her word, she didn't bruise easily. And that had me smiling.

Climbing back up on the other bed, Ann resumed the position she was in the night before, with her hands behind her head on the pillow, her bent legs pulled up and spread. She was offering herself to me once again.

"I'm ready baby," she said in her sexy, deep bedroom voice.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Ann was sitting in the passenger seat of my car, if you could call it sitting. I had a déjà vu moment, thinking back to the trip down the mountain from the cabin in Colorado the day after the first time she'd given herself to me as Annabelle. I smiled, watching as she tried to find a comfortable position in which to sit. I didn't bother to be concerned this time. I knew the reason she was uncomfortable, and I knew she loved what I'd done. What we'd done. Hell, she loved what we were still doing. 

She was fidgeting because her ass hurt from all the physical attention I'd given it. Attention she'd begged for when she asked me not to stop the roles we were playing because she wasn't done acting the part of my dirty slut. Since we began, I'd whipped her ass. And I spanked it, and paddled it...and I'd fucked it over and over and over. According to her, that made it sore, in a very good way. At least that's what she'd said the last time I saw her wiggling in her seat as we drove down the winding road from Estes Park to Loveland in Colorado to have breakfast that morning. She was wiggling again, for the same reason. 

Well, that was one of the reasons.

I reached down between my legs when I caught her staring out the passenger window. Since she wasn't paying attention to what I was doing, I picked up the remote resting between my thighs, turning on the little egg vibrator buried deep inside her wet pussy.

"OH...SHIT," she screamed out as she grabbed the armrest on the door and the center console. "How do you DO that?" 

"Do what?" I snickered.

"Know exactly when to turn that damn thing on. I swear, it's like you know when I'm the most vulnerable and you take advantage of it."

"Isn't that kind of the point of all this," I winked. "Besides, I'm just trying to take your mind off of how much your ass hurts."

She grinned and said, "Mmm...it does hurt so good, baby. You've been so amazing."

"That's not what I expected to hear." I laughed.

She turned in her seat, wincing a little as she tried to face me. I found myself staring, not just aware of how she liked the feeling of being sore while dealing with that pain itself. I was also enthralled with how she was dressed as we made our way down the historic streets of the town we were going to call home.

She was wearing a tight black cropped top with sleeves that came down just past her elbows. It was made of a medium weave mesh, making it pretty much see-through. It would have shown everything had she not been wearing a black leather vest over it. The vest featured a silver chain toward bottom that went from one side to the other, holding it closed to frame the inside of her breasts and her navel. But that wasn't the chain that caught my attention. I was looking at the gold one I'd made her wear...the one she first sported when she was Barbara.

It was her nipple chain; the one with the little adjustable lassos on the ends that attached to her hard buds, pinching them tightly as they latched on. Sure, I made her put them on tighter then they had to be, but that was the point. Just seeing that golden thread dangling in the gap of her vest, even underneath the mesh top, had my cock throbbing with excitement.

She was also wearing a black leather miniskirt that came down to mid thigh. It was longer than she normally would wear, but the silver zippers that ran up the sides allowed more leg to show since she had unzipped them two-thirds of the way from the hem, the silver pull tabs resting on her hips. And of course, she was wearing high heels; black leather ones with laces that criss-crossed up her sexy calves all the way to her knees. The outfit went so well with the black leather collar I made her keep on.

She continued to grip the armrest as I played with the vibrator in her bare pussy, toying with the speed. She had her legs spread, but I couldn't see anything because of the length of her miniskirt, and the fact that I was driving. Still, I loved that she was without panties again. I began to wonder if she even brought any with her on the trip. Not that it mattered...I wouldn't have let her wear them at the moment anyway.

When I turned off the vibrator, she let out a long, sexy sigh. 

"I love you, Neil," she said, her eyes getting misty.

"I love you too...why are you --"

A tear ran down her cheek, yet she was smiling. "I'm just so...happy."

"Funny, you don't seem happy. What's going on, Ann?"

"Annabelle."

"What's going on?" I sighed, not wanting to get into what I should have called her based on who she was supposed to be at the time.

"Nothing's going on. I...I'm just so happy."

"Because?"

She looked at the way she was dressed. "Because you let me be like this."

"I thought I was MAKING you be like that."

"You are. But you're also letting me, Neil. And I'm so lucky."

"Lucky?"

"Maybe blessed is a better word. All I know is that I love you, and I'm never going to take you for granted."

"What in the world does that mean?" I laughed.

"I'm not trying to be funny, babe. I'm serious. I can't believe that I have a man in my life that not only lets me live out fantasies, he makes them even better, and he learns to enjoy them too."

"What?"

"I know you were worried at first about dominating me, Neil. But you did it anyway, because you wanted to make me happy. And you can't tell me that you don't enjoy doing it now...not after last night and this morning. You know just how to push me, and when to push me. You also know exactly when to pull back and how far. Sometimes I think you know me better sexually than I know myself."

"Ann, I --"

"I know you're probably thinking that I'm just saying this, or that I'm nuts or something. But I'm dead serious. I am the luckiest woman in the world, because you get me. You totally understand me...and give me what I need. I'm not just talking about times like now, or any other part of our sex life. You give me what I need all the time."

She let out another long sigh, smiling at me. I smiled back, not knowing what to say. I didn't have to. She did that for me.

"I know I've said this to you before, Neil...but sometimes I need to say it out loud because I love how it makes me feel. I promise I'm going to do everything in my power to make you the happiest man alive. I'm going to try to make all of  your  fantasies come true. I'm just so grateful to have you in my life."

She leaned over and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, before sitting gingerly back in her seat. I sat there stunned, listening to her sniff a little from the emotions of letting all of that out. 

"I don't know what to say...Annabelle."

"Well, let's see...first you're taking me for the final fitting of my wedding dress. Then, you're going to take me so we can sign the paperwork to begin the process of buying our first house together. And I'm going to both of those places dressed as your slutty little love slave. I think that pretty much says it all," Ann giggled.

~*~*~*~*~*~ 

"You know, my mother has been telling me that we should have more of a selection for the bondage crowd," Mary Ann said to me as I stood on the main floor of Henrietta's House, the local lingerie shop where Ann was having her wedding dress made. I was standing by a rack of elegant nightgowns, absentmindedly browsing while Ann was upstairs, trying on the dress with Mary Ann's mom, Camilla.

Mary Ann owned the store, which used to be a brothel years before. A brothel owned and operated by Mary Ann's great-great grandmother, Henrietta. Now it catered to a different part of the sex trade, so to speak, offering a wide variety of originally designed, hand crafted lingerie and bedroom wear for both men and women. Camilla was the main designer, as well as one of the seamstresses. She also designed rather daring evening gowns, and now...well now she was creating the wedding dress that Ann had pictured in her sexy little head. 

It said a lot that she was having her wedding gown made in a house once used for actual sex, and was now the home of sexy items to spice up the sex lives of couples in the surrounding area. Truthfully, it was so perfectly Ann that I couldn't imagine her having one made anywhere else.

When I stopped and thought of what she and I had been through together, and that I was now waiting in a high scale lingerie boutique while she was upstairs trying on her bridal gown one more time...well, it seemed so...US.

Mary Ann had mentioned that she didn't have a lot of items for 'the bondage crowd', as she playfully put it. I suppose she meant leather, but she could have just meant things that were more suited to that particular sexual bent. Glancing around where I was standing, I could tell what she was talking about.

"I wouldn't worry about it, Mary Ann. I'm sure you're not missing out on that much in sales. I can't imagine the market being that big."

"I wouldn't be so sure, Neil. I've had three women come up to me since they saw Ann walk in with you...they thought she bought her clothes here."

"Really?" I laughed.

"Yeah...one of them followed you in. She saw Ann walking down the sidewalk with you."

"Wow, that's...cool!" I grinned.

"Cool for you. I didn't have a slave collar to sell her," Mary Ann laughed.

Mary Ann and I talked for at least a half-hour, whenever she wasn't waiting on customers. I ended up sitting in a chair near the cash register, so we could talk between sales. She had two other girls working the store and she said she hadn't had a break all day, so it was a nice treat for her to be able to just chat.

What we chatted about was Ann, and how she looked. Mary Ann was intrigued by the way Ann carried herself, and that she didn't appear to be self conscious about what she was wearing in public, or how she being looked at. But I assured her that Ann wasn't as cool about it as it appeared on the outside. 

I wasn't so sure that  I  didn't feel the butterflies in Ann's stomach as we walked from the parking lot of the outlet center across the street, down the long sidewalk and up the stairs to the front porch of Henrietta's House. I'd deliberately parked far away, wanting her to feel the stares and the excitement that went along with what we were doing. I actually toyed with the idea of putting the leash on her collar and leading her to the store, but I didn't want to be too over the top. I wanted to titillate her, not cause a scene. And after all, this was a town we were going to be living in...and working in.

Work came to Mary Ann's mind while we chatted. She knew about Ann's background in fashion from the frequent visits before this one to be fitted for the dress in the last week. She wondered aloud if Ann might want to work for her once we got married and moved. The fact that Ann had ran a very successful, high-end women's clothing store in her last job appealed to Mary Ann. But it was Ann's fashion sense, her personality, and most importantly, the way she viewed sex that had Mary Ann excited about the possibilities.

"Ann would be a perfect fit here, Neil. She loves life, she loves people, she loves clothes, and she obviously loves sex," Mary Ann smiled.

"What makes you say that?" I kidded.

"I don't know...maybe it was the two of you going at it upstairs the last time you were here. Or, maybe it's all those marks on her arms and legs," she laughed.

"Hey...those aren't what you think they are. I was...I was practicing for my rope tying class. We meet every Saturday. It's a way to meet new people here in the area," I said, feigning innocence.

"Yeah...right. The same lady that wanted the collar asked if we sold bondage rope. And now I'm actually wondering where to get it to sell."

"Actually, I use clothesline rope," I said with a wink. "But I was thinking about getting something thicker...to leave better marks."

Mary Ann busted out laughing, before getting back to her original thought. "Seriously though, do you think Ann would want to work here?"

I sighed and "I don't know, Mary Ann. She told me she's burnt out on retail. I think she's looking to do something different."

"Who's looking to do something different?" Ann asked as she walked up...or floated. The smile on her face was huge and she was obviously excited.

"First things first...how did you like the dress?" Mary Ann asked her.

"It's PERFECT," Ann beamed as she hugged Mary Ann. "I'm going to be the hottest bride  ever! "

"You were going to be that without the dress," I chuckled.

"Well, I'm not getting married naked, if that's what you mean," she laughed before winking, "But don't think I haven't thought about it." 

"Hmm...that's an interesting thought."

"Don't worry baby...Camilla's making sure I'm going to show some skin. Quite a bit, actually," she giggled. Turning her attention back to Mary Ann, she asked, "So...who's looking for something different?"

Mary Ann shrugged. "You...apparently."

"Me...I didn't know I was looking for anything," Ann said as she looked around the room filled with erotic clothes. "Is there something you wanted to show me?"

"That's not what we were talking about."

"Okay...what  were  you talking about?"

"I asked Neil if he thought you might want to work here once you get married, and settled in."

"Oh," Ann said, her voice going quiet.

"I'll take that as a 'no'. It's okay Ann. I just love your personality, and you'd be a natural. But Neil said you want out of retail, so --"

"You think I'd be a natural here? Really?"

"Well...duh! Of course you would. You ran a store that had a lot more sales than this one. And I can't believe I have to tell you that you're perfect fit to work here. You know it."

"It's still nice to hear. I didn't always feel wanted in my last job. I mean, I was successful, but they didn't tell me I did a good job or anything."

"That's corporate America, Ann. We're more like family here."

"Yeah...I could actually feel it just walking in the store the first time we were here. But, Neil's right. We're just getting married. I'm going to have a house to decorate. Besides, I kind of had my fill with retail hours."

"You could work part time," Mary Ann countered.

"It's not that I don't want to work full time, Mary Ann. At some point, I'm sure I'm going to want to. But Neil has these weird hours he's going to be working, and if I'm working retail, there would be a lot of days that I wouldn't see him at all. I'm just not willing to do that. I want to be there for him."

"Amen to that," I added, making them both chuckle.

"That's a two-way street, baby. I want you to be there for me too."

"Alright, so y'all want to be there for each other. What does that mean?" Mary Ann asked.

"It means that I'm not going to start a new job right away. I want to be a domestic goddess for a while. But sometime down the line when I get bored being around the house all the time, I know I'm going to want to work again. And when I do, my job needs to work around Neil's. I want to be home when he's home."

"Well remember babe...there are times I'll be home, but I'll be sleeping. Like when I'm on third shift."

Ann nodded and said, "You're right. I don't mind working when you're going to be sleeping...but I --"

"Ann...we would make it work."

"I don't know, Mary Ann. Retail means weekends too. I was actually thinking about working at a bank. I might have to work some Saturdays, but the hours would be short," Ann said, kind of staring in the distance like she was actually thinking about it at the moment.

"I really think we can make it work, Ann. And this will be a lot more fun than working at a bank. You can help make people happy."

"Make them happy?"

"You can't tell me you didn't do that in you last job. You know...that great feeling you get when you help a woman find the right clothes to make her look her best?"

"That  was  one of the parts of my job I really liked."

"Well...imagine that feeling when you help them find the perfect thing to wear for their lover."

"Hmm...you do make a nice sales pitch, Mary Ann. Tell you what...I promise that before I go looking for a different job, we'll sit down and talk over the details of how it would all work. I don't want you to commit to something that's going to cause problems with the other girls. And Neil and I need some to time to figure out what any schedule would look like anyway. We can guess, but until we live it...it's just a guess."




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 82



"I have your word that you'll consider it," Mary Ann asked. 

"I already am," Ann smiled as she leaned in for another hug. "Take care...I'll see you early Monday morning."

"Okay...goodbye. Y'all have a good night. I'll see you Monday, Ann."

As we walked down the sidewalk back to the car, I looked her, strutting as sexy as ever in her skimpy black outfit. 

"What's Monday?" I asked.

"I'm picking up my dress on the way out of town."

~*~*~*~*~*~

Driving toward the Realtor office, I was quiet. In fact, I was a little down. Which was ridiculous, since I had the remote back in my hand, and the little egg vibrator was back in Ann's wet pussy. But it was what it was and there was no hiding it. Yet she wasn't having any of it.

"Neil...I know what's wrong. Stop it."

"Stop what?" I said, snapping out of my little funk for a moment.

"Pouting. Look, I know I'm leaving in a couple of days. But I'm done feeling sorry for us...and you should be too. Aren't we on our way right now to sign something so we can rent the house before we buy it? We're signing for our first  home , Neil. I'm excited. You should be too."

"Well, I am...it's just --"

"It's just that we're going to be apart. I know. Get over it. We've dealt with it before; we'll deal with it again."

"Ann, it's not like I'm upset. I'm just --"

"Pouting, and I want you to stop it because neither one of us has anything to pout about. I love you...and you love me. And six weeks from tomorrow, I'm going to be Mrs. Neil Thomas."

When I heard that, I almost drove the car off the road as I rounded a curve. "Six weeks?"

"That's right baby. In just six weeks, we're going to be married, and we'll never be apart again. And you'll be coming back for Thanksgiving in four weeks. It's going to fly by."

"Well, I don't know about flying...but I get your point."

"I hope so, baby. I want you to be happy. And you should be. If you play your cards right, you're going to get to fuck TWO beautiful, horny women in just a couple of hours!"

~*~*~*~*~*~

Greg Martin was sitting behind his desk, nervously fidgeting as he fought to avert his eyes. His face was flushed; a little bead of sweat appeared on his brow. His index finger made its way to his collar, tugging at it as if his necktie had suddenly gotten tighter. 

Ann and I were sitting across from him, each with a pen in our hands as he slid papers across the desktop for us to either initial or sign. And with each paper he took back from her he trembled a little more. His eyes were dancing all over the room. Whenever he'd catch a glimpse of her, they'd dart in another direction. It was like he was worried that if he looked at her directly he'd turn into a pillar of salt or something.

While he avoided looking directly at her, he couldn't stop staring at her arm as she continued to pass him papers we'd signed. His eyes were locked on, tracking it back and forth as she moved. It didn't help him that she had a naughty smile as she looked at him out of the corner of her own eyes as she went about checking over the rental agreement, and the documents that would start the process of our buying the home we were agreeing to rent.

Greg was looking at her arm, specifically the indentations from the rope that still marred her bronze skin. Not only were there marks on her wrists, she had them on her upper and lower arm from the way I'd tied her when we started up again after her shower. I suppose that some people would see that and think that I had degraded as a woman. Or that the temporary scars on her skin somehow branded her as an actual wanton slut. But it was pretty obvious that he was...enamored with them. 

Ann looked at me, the dangerous sparkle in her eyes telling me she was still feeling like Annabelle. She wasn't just having naughty thoughts...she was having dirty, slutty ones. And when she winked at me, I knew she was up to something along those very lines.

"I'm not embarrassing you, am I Greg?" she said in her sexy voice.

"Me...no. Why would you say that?"

"You seem to be having trouble looking at me...other than my rope marks. Do they bother you?"

He stared at the desk, stammering, "Uh...n...no. I...I'm sorry if --"

Ann reached across the desk and lifted his chin with her finger, making him look her in the eyes. "It's okay, Greg. It doesn't bother me if you stare at me. I loved being stared at. If I didn't, I wouldn't be dressed like this."

Her warm smile seemed to put him at ease, at least a little bit. But he was still self conscious when he said, "They...they don't bother me."

"Good...I'm glad, because I actually thought about you when Neil was putting them on me."

"You were thinking of...me?" he asked, a stunned expression appearing on his rugged, leathery face.

"Uh huh...for a little while, anyway."

"Why would you think of me?"

"Because, you were a jockey, right? Isn't that what you used to do?"

"Yeah. I think I told you I still train horses...I just don't race anymore. Why?"

"I bet a handsome guy like you had a lot of women coming on to you after those races. You probably still do, don't you?"

He puffed out his chest, his manly pride showing as he flashed his pearly white teeth, which looked even brighter against his dark tan. "Well, I don't like to brag."

"Go ahead...you have a right to brag. I bet you've had a lot of little fillies in that stable of yours," she said with a sexy wink.

"You could say that," he beamed.

"I thought so," she replied with a little nod. She leaned in over the desk, making her vest spread a little more. The gap and the angle made me certain she was flashing her left tit for him. "So...tell me Greg. Have you ever used your riding crop on any of them like Neil did on me last night?"

"What?"

"When Neil was using mine on me last night, I thought of you for a moment, riding a filly...and whipping her to go faster. I have to tell you, it worked on me." 

He was having a hard time processing what she had just said. Or he was having a harder time believing she'd actually said it. "Did you say it...worked?" 

"Absolutely. Now I know what those fillies you rode must have felt like. My dad always used to say something about being ridden hard and put away wet. I always thought it was just a horse racing term, but this morning I felt like I'd just won the Kentucky Derby. I was definitely ridden hard and I was certainly wet," Ann giggled.

"Holy shit, Ann," Greg said, then he let out big chuckle, slapping the top of his desk with his hand.

Ann pointed to what he'd just done, and said, "Hey...Neil did  that  to my ass too."

~*~*~*~*~*~

Ann was bouncing up and down in her seat with excitement, which was funny, because her ass was still sore. But she couldn't contain herself. She was happy...and that made me happy.

"I can't believe we just bought a house!" she said giddily.

"We didn't buy it yet. We're renting it. There are still a lot of things we have to do first...like get married."

"Ah...formalities. We're buying a house.  Our  house. The place we're going to live, and love, and have sex three times a day...and....and...it's where we're going to raise our kids!"

"Yes...it is," I smiled.

"God...I am so excited."

"I know, babe. I am too," I said as I looked at the directions one more time as we drove down a rather straight road. Well, it was straight by West Virginia standards. 

"I think even Greg was excited for us."

"HA...Greg's excited that he's selling a house. I'm sure he gets a big commission on it."

"He was excited for us, Neil. I could see it in his eyes."

"He never looked you in the eyes, unless you count when you lifted his chin. He stared at the rope marks, and he practically broke his neck trying to get a peek at your tits."

"Yeah...that was so sweet," she said, making me crack up.

"I'm not sure how sweet it is. But after what you did to him, I can't blame him."

"Me...what did I do?"

"You teased him. One of these days you're going to give some old man a heart attack acting like that."

"You love me like this and you know it."

"Yes I do, Annabelle."

Calling her that made her sit up straight, her eyes widening. Truthfully, I think she thought we were done playing Master and love slave. And I was...to a point. I had just one more thing I wanted to do with her. 

~*~*~*~*~*~

I saw the stone wall running along the side of the road. I'd seen a lot of them growing up in Northern Virginia. It was from the Civil War era; a dry stone wall, the heavy limestone slabs just lying on top of each other to create a three-foot high barrier that was two-feet wide. There was no mortar or cement. Just the stones piled on top of one another. 

The wall ran parallel to the road some twenty feet from the edge of the pavement. The brownish grass between the road and the wall was long and thick; in need of one more mow before fall turned to winter. The grass on the other side of the wall was the same, and it seemed to go on forever across the rolling acreage.

As I rounded a gradual curve, I saw the break in the wall and the gravel driveway ahead that came out from between that gap. Next to the road was the black mailbox with the red lampshade over it, fashioned out of metal. Getting closer I could see the name on the mailbox itself, in bright red letters spelling out 'SHADE'.

Ann hadn't seen any of the landmarks that were described on the directions. She'd been too busy working herself up toward an orgasm as I drove through the rolling countryside of the Shenandoah Valley. And she was dangerously close to cumming. Too close.  

I flipped off the switch to the vibrator that was once again buried inside her wet pussy, leading to a long moan of protest. But I didn't have time to deal with that. I geared down quickly as I braked, using the clutch to help slow the car as I turned into the driveway. The tires dug into the gravel as I came sliding to a stop. Ann was holding on, her eyes bugged out from the unexpected change in direction.

All thoughts of her orgasm, or lack of it, were gone as the dust rose from the ground, swirling around the outside of the car. 

"Are we here?" she asked.

"We're always 'here'. If you're asking if we're 'there', then yes, we are."

"Why are we stopped?"

"Because...you're getting out."

"What?" she laughed.

I reached across her body, pulling the handle on the car door before pushing it open. I unbuckled her seatbelt as I leaned back into my seat, and then I pointed. "Get out."

"Neil...what..."

"Now...or you'll be watching all night." Ann got out of the car, standing next to the open door. 

"Now what?" she asked, her face hidden from me by the roof of the car.

A naughty grin appeared on my face as I looked at her bare midriff. "Get undressed, Annabelle."



Ann: A Love Story Ch. 83



© 2011, All rights reserved – mimaster 



~*~*~*~*~*~ 

Ann stood in front of the car, frozen in place. I was still inside, grinning at her through the windshield, waiting for her to take off yet another piece of clothing to place on the hood.

I'd relented, letting her walk to the front of the car so that it would block her from view as she did what I was 'making' her do. She'd already taken off her leather miniskirt and the vest she'd been wearing. All that was left was the mesh top, which didn't hide anything. Yet for some reason, Ann was hesitant to take it off, knowing when she did she'd have to do something else.

I motioned for her to hurry up and she finally removed it, leaving her in just her heels, her leather collar and the gold chain binding her nipples together. Meanwhile, I tried to decide what I wanted to do with her next. Actually I knew...I just didn't know how I wanted to do it at first. I settled on having her back up as I drove forward a little, turning the car so that she was still hidden, but with my door now facing her.

Opening it, I had Ann come over, turning her around so that her back was to me. Reading my mind, she never even waited to be asked. I watched as she glanced back over her elegant shoulder and put her arms behind her back for me. A minute or two later, she once again had her wrists bound by some of the white rope I'd been using on her for what seemed like days. 

"You're getting really good at that," she said nervously as she watched me finish tying the knot.

"So are you," I said as I reached between her legs, feeling her wet pussy with my fingers.

"Oh...God...please, Neil. Let me cum."

"Will you do everything I tell you to do tonight?" I asked, wanting to see how she'd react.

She never hesitated. Her need for sexual gratification overpowered whatever good judgment there might have been left in her sexy little head, no doubt influenced by my fingering her pussy at the time. 

"Yes...I'll do anything...and everything. Please, baby...I need to cum!", she panted desperately.

~*~*~*~*~*~

It wasn't what I expected at all. Yes, it was big, and it as old. It was even grand in some ways. But I had driven down the long gravel road to Carol's house thinking that I'd see a Colonial structure, based on the area and its history. Instead of seeing the large white pillars, the telltale windows for the attic jutting out of the roofline, and chimneys at each end, there was a stone house nestled in the grove of huge oak and maple trees. It was still very old, and certainly impressive. But it wasn't what I expected, and that took me by surprise.

It was a two-story house, with a huge arched entryway at the front door and black shingles on top. The dark gray stones of the outer walls were huge, the mortar holding them together a grayish white, giving the place more of a contemporary look than the Civil War ear structures that dotted the local landscape. But there were still signs that the setting was from the Colonial era, like the big carriage house just off the back of the main house, and the cannon in the front yard.

I walked up to the large black front door, letting out a laugh as I looked the huge metal ring hanging from it. I immediately thought of a scene from 'Young Frankenstein', where Gene Wilder as Dr. Frankenstein sees two of them and says 'What knockers'. His assistant looks at her impressive chest and responds "Why, thank you Doctor', in a thick German accent. 

As I banged the metal ring against the door, my mind was wandering as I thought of other scenes from what was one of my favorite Mel Brooks movies. That, in turn, caused me have a goofy grin on my face when the door finally opened. My grin disappeared as my jaw dropped along with my eyes gazed up and down at Carol.

She looked ravishing; her long, silky black hair pulled up on top of her head. I wanted to ravish her amazing body, which was leaning against the edge of the door, her right arm reaching high above her head as she held it open for me.

"Hello Neil," she cooed in a sexy voice.

"Good afternoon, Miss Shade. Nice swimwear," I joked as I eyed her microscopic leopard print g-string bikini along with the matching 4-inch leopard print heels she was wearing.

"I don't intend to swim in this, Neil. I wore it to entice you."

"Mission accomplished. But then again, you could have worn anything and done that."

"Aw...that's so nice of you to say. Actually, I bought this right after the divorce. I used it as motivation to get my body back the way I wanted it. This is the first time I've ever had it on."

"Ever?"

"Yeah...I wanted you to be the first one to see me in it," she said with a wink. "I'm also hoping you'll be the first one to see me out of it. Well, you and Ann. Where is she, anyway? She is coming, right?"

"Well, Annabelle came just a couple of minutes ago...she's probably recovering. And I'm pretty sure we'll both have Anna cumming again later," I laughed.

"What? Seriously...where is she?" Carol said, craning her neck to look past me.

"She's just taking a little walk to cool off. She'll be here in a little while. Aren't you going to invite me in?"

"What? Oh...sure. Are you sure Ann's okay?"

"It's Annabelle right now. And yes, she's fine. "

"Oooo...kay. Well, come in and let me show you around."

The inside of the house was rustic, and yet elegant. The elegant hardwood floors throughout made the clicking of Carol's heels echo off the walls of the big, open rooms. The front of the house was a bit on the dark side from the shade provided by the grove of trees. There was the dining room and the living room, each with a humongous stone fireplace. And there was also what Carol called her reading room. 

The back part of the house was filled with light, mostly because it seemed to be all windows. At least, there were a lot of windows, and they all seemed to be huge, with no curtains of any kind. The kitchen was the size of a large garage, with more appliances than I had ever seen. Carol said that cooking was one of her hobbies, which was what led to her weight gain when she got depressed. There was also a very large entertainment room. While the house was old and, well, rustic...Carol's furnishings were very contemporary, and I knew Ann would feel right at home.

"So, this house has been in your family for a while?" I asked.

"Yes. For generations, actually."

"It...it surprised me. I was expecting..."

"A plantation," she laughed.

"Well, yeah...I guess. I was certainly thinking it would be more Colonial."

"The original house was. It burned down in 1905. My Great Great Grandfather built this in its place. Of course, it's been remodeled a dozen times since then...mostly inside, but there've been a couple changes made on the outside over the years."

"And it's yours now?"

"Yeah. I got it from my Daddy."

I smiled when I heard how she referenced her father...and I had to remind myself I was in the south, no matter how deep it was. "How?" I said under my breath, wondering how such an amazing place, and the surrounding acres and acres of land became Carol's.

"I guess you can say I inherited it."

"Oh...I'm so sorry."

Carol laughed and said, "Daddy's not dead, Neil. He and Mom moved to South Carolina. Wanted warmer weather, but didn't want to go to Florida."

"So...they gave it to you?"

"No...I inherited it. Early."

"So you're an only child, then."

"No, I've got three sisters," she grinned.

"So..."

"So, have a seat, and I'll explain."

Carol had me sit on a barstool, handing me a beer from the huge double door refrigerator behind the wet bar in the entertainment room. She leaned over, her big tits, hanging low...dragging her erect nipples across the wooden top. She opened her own bottle and took a long sip.

"Okay...the way it works is, the house, and the land, have to stay in the family. No matter what." 

I nodded and said, "Alright...that explains why you have the house and your ex doesn't."

"Uh huh...no judge was going to give it to him. Besides, I had it before we got married. Anyway, the house and the land get passed down from generation to generation, and it's supposed to go to the oldest son. In fact, I'm the first daughter to ever inherit it," she said proudly.

"How come?"

"I guess because my Daddy messed up and only had girls," she giggled. "But I was pretty much a tomboy growing up anyway, and since I'm the oldest, it went to me." 

"Wow...that's so cool."

"Yeah...it is now. But there was a big blowup about it. My Uncle Billy said the house should go to HIS son, because it supposed to stay in the family."

"Uh...aren't you family?"

"Yeah...but I'm not a man. He thinks it should always be owned by a Shade, and if I got it, my name could change. I got his point. It DID change for a while when I was married, and that's another reason I changed it back after the divorce. But I told him at the time that if it works for Kings and Queens, then the same system should work for our family too. So, I started calling this the House of Shade. That kind of settled things down a little."

"Well, the place is amazing. How big is it?"

"The house, or the land?"

"Both."

"The house is almost three thousand square feet; it sits on 40 acres."

"You have to take care of all of it?"

"I only take care of the yard. The land kind of takes care of itself. And with just being me, the house doesn't get too messy. Well, the cats make a mess sometimes, but they're outside more than they are in. The pool and the hot tub take more time to clean than the house."

I stared out the back windows, looking at the big patio made from the same huge stone slabs that were used on the walls of the house. There were a dozen steps that led down to a huge in ground pool that for some reason I'd overlooked. The stone went around the pool, which was surrounded by rock wall similar to the one out by the road. I'd noticed the huge hot tube on the patio, mostly because of the idea of what I might be doing in it later, and I kind of stopped there.

"I didn't even SEE the pool!"

"Yeah...I had that put in right after I took possession of the place. You and Ann are welcome to come out any time you want to use it. No strings attached."

"What that hell does that mean?"

"It means that after today, I don't expect anything...sexually, from either of you. I really don't expect it today. Whatever happens tonight happens. But I don't want either of you to think that we're only friends because of, well, you know."

I reached out and touched Carol's hand, squeezing it tenderly. "You know, Carol...let's see how tonight goes. I appreciate you saying that, but Ann made a deal with you, and I know she's really looking forward to this. So am I. And we're always going to be friends, whether we have sex or not."

"How can you say that, Neil? I've only talked to her on the phone."

"Carol, you're friends and you know it. And not just ordinary friends...when Ann makes a friend, it's for life. So relax."

"What...what if she doesn't like me?" she asked bashfully.

I laughed as sipped my beer, but Carol was serious. She was actually scared. Not of having sex with Ann...she was genuinely scared that Ann wouldn't like her. I could see it in her nervous, green eyes. It was a ridiculous notion, but that didn't make it any less real to her.

"You're right, she may not like you. But that's only because I know she loves you, Carol."

Carol stood up, her expression changing. "She...loves me?"

"Ann looks at her friends as family, Carol. So yeah...she loves you. We BOTH do."

"Wow, I guess that makes what we're probably going to do a little exciting, doesn't it?"

"What do you think?" I said as I moved my barstool back a little, showing off the bulge in my jeans. 

"I knew you'd feel that way," she snickered. "I just hope Ann feels the same way. No matter what you say, the fact remains I haven't even MET her yet."

We both heard the noise at the front door at the same time. It was the knocker, and I wondered how in the hell Ann was using it, what with her hands tied behind her back. But there were three distinct, albeit sporadic knocks.

I stood up and took Carol by the hand, leading her through the large opening from the kitchen to the hallway that led foyer. "You'll get to meet Ann later. Right now, you get to meet Annabelle," I smiled.

Carol opened the door and gasped. I could feel Ann smile even though she had her back to us. Actually, she had her upturned ass toward us. She had bent over at the waist, lifting her arms up high to reach the knocker. I would have loved to have seen her have her ass up against the door, having to struggle to lift the ring and let it drop to announce that she'd finally arrived at the house. I wasn't surprised though. She was so athletically gifted I would have been more stunned if she hadn't found a way.

When the door opened, she first looked through her open legs. Then she stood up and slowly turned...her deep brown eyes batting as her teeth bit at the corner of her bottom lip.

"Carol...this is Annabelle. Annabelle, say hello to Carol."

Taking two long, sexy strides, she moved in close, mashing her naked tits against Carol's body. Leaning in, she pressed her tender lips against Carol's shocked, gaping mouth, slipping her tongue inside. Pulling back, she exhaled "Hi Carol," her voice deep and sexy, 

"Hi...Annabelle," Carol responded, her voice nervously cracking from her excitement.

Ann moved in again with her eyes closed, and Carol responded by taking her in her arms and kissing her back. It was one of the most erotic things I'd ever seen, and it was the best introduction ever!

When they finally parted a few moments later, I pulled out the chain leash I had in my back pocket and clipped it to the metal ring on the collar around Ann's neck.

Handing the end of the leash to Carol, I nodded. "There you go...she's all yours."

Ann flashed a sly grin. Carol looked shocked. "What is she?"

"You have Annabelle for one hour. You can do whatever you want to her, and you can have her do whatever you want to you...she has the same safe word you had, Sunshine."

"But...what am I supposed to do with her?" Carol asked, looking confused.

"I'm sure you'll figure something out. Why don't you give her a tour...upstairs?" 

~*~*~*~*~*~

God it felt good. Damn good. I felt like I was gliding as I stroked along, going harder and faster than I could ever remember. Back and forth I went, pushing myself as I worked to maintain a steady rhythm. Every muscle in my body was working together, like a symbiotic dance of sorts. I twisted and stretched my frame gracefully as I changed strokes, feeling the energy flowing through me. 

"I don't know why I don't do this more often," I thought to myself as I made another acrobatic change in direction. "Huh...probably because I don't have a pool," I reasoned soon after.

I was doing laps in Carol's heated pool, occupying my time while I waited for the hour I'd given the girls to be alone together to be over. Ann and I had gone to Carol's on the pretense of spending the evening together. More specifically, it was to have a threesome. But since I was still treating Ann as Annabelle on the way there, I decided I wanted them to have some alone time to get to know each other.

Ann and Carol had become friends, even though they'd never met. Yet while they were real friends, honest to goodness caring friends, there was no doubt that lying behind the surface was some sexual tension. After all, Carol had started out by asking for a date with Ann...and me. She'd politely pressed for a threesome, which in and of itself is an interesting way to begin a friendship with another woman. 

That circumstance was kind of my reasoning for how I'd introduced them. Carol had been intrigued by Ann's sexuality. She was drawn to Ann, and Tina before her, by the way they carried themselves. They were open about their love of sex, and of life. Carol had been fascinated by Ann and the lengths to which she went to keep me sexually satisfied, setting up an elaborate adventure for me as I traveled for my interview. The same one that Carol had unwittingly become ensnared in just by being gorgeous, and playing along to my James Bond. Carol found it amazing that Tina had been invited by my fiancée to play a major role in that sex filled weekend.

That led to Carol seeking out a little fantasy of her own, asking in her own unusual way for Ann and me to join in. That led to Carol and Ann talking...and once that happened, there was little doubt that they would become friends. Real friends. Since that bond was founded on the promise that they would eventually have sex together, I thought it was only fair that that's how they started when they actually met for the first time.

After all, Carol had asked for the threesome, because of Tina eating her. That lit a fire in her; one she wanted to explore more. Tina's sexual torch lit that same fire in Ann as well. The picture I'd sent Ann of Tina eating out Carol in the parking lot next to the car had begun Ann's fantasizing too. When she heard about Carol's proposal, that fantasy took on a life of its own. Ann dreamt of being with Tina...and Carol. Yet she became so nervous about the prospect of disappointing them she felt the need to start practicing, so to speak. And practice she did. While Ann would likely deny it, she was becoming closer and closer to having to be categorized as bisexual. And I, for one, loved the idea of that.

I was finishing another lap, having already done over twenty. I'd stopped counting after that, content to just enjoy the swim. It had been a long time since I'd been skinny dipping, if you could call it that. Carol's home was so far off the highway that it truly was secluded. There wasn't another house for almost a mile. There was no fear of getting caught, which was part of the thrill. Still, I was swimming naked in a heated pool on a cool fall evening, and it felt refreshing.

All of that came to a halt when I thought I heard a scream just after I'd flipped in the deep end to change direction. I stopped, treading water wondering if I'd imagined it. Hearing it again I looked to the east in direction of the house. I hadn't noticed before, but there were huge windows on the back of the house on the second story too, which had to be part of one of the renovations Carol had mentioned. There was more glass than stone on the backside of the house. In fact, the windows on both stories went almost all the way from the ceilings to the floors; just a three-foot section of stone between the upper and lower stories of the house separating them. There were sections of stone between the windows, but the windows themselves were the same size of the rooms.

I looked up, my eyes transfixed on the middle window of the three on the upper floor. By the size, I had to guess it was the master bedroom. That and I could see Carol and Ann inside. I was amazed that I hadn't noticed them before, but I'd been focused on swimming, trying to keep my mind off what they were doing so that they could be alone that I never looked. Yet now that I heard them, I couldn't take my eyes off that room.

Carol was at the foot of a huge king sized bed, her ass precariously on the edge of the mattress. Her legs were spread wide, her leopard print heels planted firmly on the floor. Even from a distance, I could see the contours of the muscles in her thighs as she held herself still. Ann was kneeling on the wooden floor, her arms still tied behind her as she ate Carol. In fact, Carol seemed to be making her do it, holding onto the leash, pulling Ann's face into her wet pussy, forcing her to lick it. 

Not that Ann had to be forced. I knew she was looking forward to being with Carol. Yes, she'd been nervous about it, just like Carol had been. So in a way, being Carol's love slave for a little while made that first encounter somewhat easier. In Ann's mind, she didn't have a choice. I'd given her to Carol, telling her she had to do whatever she was told. The way Ann reacted when I'd done that spoke volumes. From the way her body trembled and the wild look in her eyes, I knew she was beyond turned on.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 83



Carol's body went stiff, her left hand falling back to the mattress to hold herself up, her right hand still pulling hard on the leash. Ann kept munching at Carol's cunt, making her screamed out a third time. I couldn't help but wonder if that was the loudest Carol had ever been in that bedroom.

I knew they still had a lot of time left in the hour I'd given them, so I started swimming again. I wasn't worried about tiring myself out. I'd always found that whenever I rigorously exercised, it actually kind of recharged me. Sure, I'd be a little winded short term, but after about a half-hour, I usually felt energized. 

I eventually climbed out of the shallow end of the pool, grabbing the towel that I'd laid there from the big pile Carol had on a table next to the hot tub. Naturally I looked up toward that window, the voyeur in me wanting to peek at what kind of magical scene might be taking place behind the glass. As I stared at Ann and Carol, I never in a million years would have guessed that what I was seeing was actually happening.

Ann was still on her knees with arms tied behind her back. But now her head was flat against the hardwood floor; her left side against the glass. Her angelic face was looking out the window in my direction, staring blankly. Carol was behind her, and she was fucking my fiancée. 

Carol was using a strap-on. I could see the black straps around her thighs and her waist, holding it to her body as she slammed her hips back and forth, the thick black cock sliding in and out of Ann's pussy. Carol's right hand gripped the chain connected to Ann's collar, pulling it tightly as she humped the fake cock into Ann's pussy. She wasn't choking her, but she was keeping tension on it, letting her know she was in total control. She reinforced that fact by spanking Ann's left ass check every few strokes, yelling obscenities at her as she fucked her hard and deep. 

It was the strangest thing I'd ever witnessed, and yet it was so fucking hot. Ann looked through the glass, her eyes fixed as she surrendered herself, helpless as she let Carol have her way with her. She didn't have a choice, really. Not unless she said 'Utah'. Yet Ann had no intention of stopping. She was too close to cumming...I could feel it, even where I was standing.

I was standing by the edge of the pool, the water dripping down my hard, naked body. It was in the lower 60's, which was warm for late in the day in the middle of October. But there was a slight breeze, which made it feel colder, even more so with my being wet. But I couldn't find a way to bring the towel up and dry myself off. I was so mesmerized by what I was watching, I couldn't move. It was like if I did, and they saw me, they'd stop, or maybe Carol would pull down the curtain that appeared to be hanging over the top of the window, tied there in place like it had never been used before.

Normally, my cock and balls would have shriveled up just from swimming, but the pool being heated kept that from happening. It should have still happened when I got out of the water, but what Carol was doing to Ann saw to it that not only didn't I shrivel, my shaft and balls expanded instead. Holding the towel at my side, my cock started rising, getting fully hard so quickly I felt a rush run through my body.

Ann found my hard cock in her lifeless gaze, my shaft literally pointing up at her from where I was. Her eyes flashed, and I saw a hint of a smile cross her face. Those same eyes suddenly snapped shut, her back arching as she screamed out, announcing to the world that she was cumming. Carol looked at directly at me, her smile wide as she gave an odd little wave. I waved back, shaking my head as I walked up the steps to the patio.

"This evening just got REALLY interesting," I chuckled out loud.

~*~*~*~*~*~

The sun was just starting to set, and it looked like it was going to be beautiful as it approached the mountains to the west of us. With the fall colors of the leaves covering the mountains, it was already picture perfect. The setting sun was only going to make it more spectacular. It was a little after six, and I was in the hot tub. Actually, so was Ann, sitting across from me with a glass of wine and a sweet, contented look on her face.  

"God this feels good," she sighed as she sank a little lower, getting her shoulders under the water. She had her arms stretched out along the edge; her head leaning back as the water lapped at her neck. 

"Are you sore?" I wondered aloud.

"I'm fine baby. Everything was perfect," she said, talking about her time being Annabelle.

"Are you sure you don't feel sore?"

Ann closed her eyes, the smile on her face widening. "I feel exactly how I'm supposed to feel after being Annabelle for that long. But this does feel nice. We may need to get one of these."

"Are you planning on being Annabelle more often?" I asked, wondering where her mindset was, considering she hadn't bothered to take off the slave collar that was still decorating her long, sexy neckline, only bothering to take off the leash.

"Hmm...not necessarily. I think we're spacing that part of our lives out pretty well," Ann replied, opening her eyes to take a sip of the glass of Zinfandel she was holding. "I know I said we'd do it again right after we're married, and I really want to. Actually, I've been thinking about that a lot since we started the other night. But after that, it's going to be a little while. Is that okay?"

"Absolutely, Ann."

"It's Anna," she winked.

I chuckled, thinking about how Ann was always correcting me when I didn't call her by the name that matched her mood. "Absolutely, Anna. In fact, if you don't want to do this again, I'll..."

Ann sat up, and leaned forward a little. She had a concerned look in her eyes, and she said, "Annabelle's a part of me Neil. I'm not going to let her out that often...but I have to let her out. I hope that's not something that scares you."

"Scares me? Anna, I had a great time. I love giving you what you want...I love making you happy. And I REALLY love making you cum."

"Good...because I loved every single second of it. I can't tell you how amazing it is to give myself to you like that, including you loaning me out to Carol like you did tonight. " 

"You liked that, did you?" I grinned.

"Liked it...I NEEDED it."

"How did you need it?" 

"Uh...in case you forgot, you never fucked my pussy while I was being your dirty little slut. I know it was just a strap-on, but it felt real enough. God...I came SO hard, baby. And she was so...what's the word?"

"Dominating?" 

"Yeah. She was really into it...you know I like it rough when I'm Annabelle, but for some reason I didn't expect that from her. Like I said, I came so hard!"

"I heard," I laughed. "I'm really glad you enjoyed it. I was worried that you'd freak."

"Well, I've freaked a few times since I started being Annabelle...that's one of the things I love about being her. You keep coming up with new things to test me. But to be honest, Carol wasn't one of them. I was actually hoping you'd do something like that. When you had me come to the door the way I did, I had an idea that you might. Still, when you said you were giving me to her...oh my God...I LOVED that feeling."

"Maybe I should have saved that. I'm going to have to really work to come up with more things to do with you next time."

"Don't worry about it. I know you'll come up with something. You're so good at making stuff up as you go. I love that about you, because I can't anticipate anything. I'm always guessing, and that really makes it hot for me."

"See...even more pressure," I teased.

"Stop it," Ann grinned. Her eyes went from concerned, to downright naughty as she squinted a little at me. "Besides, that's not all I was thinking about while you were torturing me so perfectly."

"Oh yeah...what's that?"

"When you were fucking my ass in the hallway at the hotel, I starting thinking about the next time I get to be Barbara," she said with an evil little laugh.

Before I could come up with anything to say, Carol walked out of the house, still wearing the tiny bikini she had on when she answered the door for me. She had a white cover up draped over her left arm and her cordless phone up against her ear, walking and talking with a huge smile on her face. 

"Okay...see you in a half hour...bye," she said as she turned off the phone. Looking down at the two of us in the water, she pretended to be surprised. "I thought you two would be going at it."

Ann shook her head. "We can do that anytime. We're here for you tonight...it would be impolite start without you."

"Aw...that's so sweet. Well, dinner will be here in a half-hour. Do we want to start before that, or would you rather wait?"

"Start...I thought we already started," Ann said with a laugh. "I'm pretty sure I just got fucked...and it felt great."

"I wouldn't know...my cock wasn't real," Carol said she slipped her shoes off and put the cover up on the table near the towels, picking up the beer she'd left there. "Besides, I was talking about the three of us, not me and you."

Carol took a couple of steps toward the hot tub and started to climb in.

"Whoa...what are you doing?" I asked.

"I'm joining you...I thought..."

"You thought wrong, Miss Shade. You specifically told us that we would NOT need our bathing suits. You...are overdressed."

"Uh...the pizza will be here in a little bit. I..."

"Pizza?" Ann asked.

"And salad. It's really, really good. You'll love it."

"You get delivery all the way out here?" I asked. 

Carol's face turned red, a bashful grin appearing that had Ann and me looking at each other, and then back at her. "I didn't use to," she said with a mischievous grin.

"What does that mean?" Ann asked.

"I didn't used to get delivery here. It didn't start until a little after Neil started."

Ann sat up higher, her tits coming out of the water, the excitement showing on her face. Motioning with her hand, she practically demanded. "Details, Carol. Give us the details!"

~*~*~*~*~*~

The look in Ann's eyes told me she was up to something. Actually, she was thinking something as she sipped her wine, contemplating the story that Carol had just told us. Ann was thinking about something naughty...very naughty. 

"What time did you say Barry's going to be here?" she asked, looking at Carol.

"About twenty minutes. Why?"

"Just wondering," Ann winked.

"Wondering...what?"

"I was wondering if you'd like to be Sunshine for the next hour or so."

~*~*~*~*~*~

Ann knew all about the night I'd tied Carol up and played with her at the hotel. Hell, she listened to the end of it on the phone as I came on Carol's face before making her cum with a vibrator. Ann used a vibrator of her own, cumming along with her. She knew very well that I'd been calling Carol 'Sunshine' that night, just like I called her Annabelle when she submitted to me. There must have been something in the story Carol had told us that had her thinking about that.

I'd finally persuaded Carol to remove what little suit she had on, and she climbed naked into the hot tub, sitting between us...sort of. With the square tub being so big, there was a lot of room...the damn thing seated eight. Ann was across from me, while Carol was to my right and Ann's left. Relaxing in the hot steamy water, she started telling us about Barry.

Barry, as it turned out, was a grad student at a small little liberal arts college in a nearby town. Nearby, in that it was the closest town to where Carol actually lived. But that was still over fifteen miles away. Carol said he had been a football player, but he stopped playing after his sophomore year to concentrate full time on his studies. 

She had gone into that little college town to run some errands and when she'd finished, she decided to treat herself to a pizza from the local little haunt all the students frequented. She said she didn't get to have pizza that often, because she couldn't get delivery at her home, and it was always such a pain to get one and bring it home because of the distance, complaining that it was usually cold by the time she got there.

"So, I went into the place, and I went up to the counter and ordered. While I was waiting on the pizza, Barry walked in carrying one of those big bags that keep the pizza warm. It was pretty obvious that he was a delivery boy...well, delivery man. He's fucking gorgeous," Carol said with a girlish giggle.

"Okay...so what happened," Ann asked impatiently.

"Hold on...I'm getting to it. When he started to go back out the door with another delivery, I caught his eye...and he actually stopped a stared. Talk about good for my ego! I mean, I looked pretty good. I had on a short skirt and a tight, low cut top. But I mean, I'm a lot older than him."

"By what, four years?" I laughed.

"Try six...but he's got a college full of co-eds to choose from. And believe me, he can choose. He could have any woman he wants."

"It's not that big of a school. I had some friends from my old high school in Virginia end up going there."

"Okay...fine. It's not that big. But I meant he could have any woman...anywhere. And that doesn't change the fact that he still stopped and stared at me."

"You're right. I didn't mean to make it sound like he shouldn't be looking. I would have."

"Thanks," she smiled bashfully. "Anyway, I was already feeling REALLY horny before I even got there."

"How come?" Ann asked, before realizing it was a silly question, since Carol seemed like Ann...horny all the time.

But Carol didn't think it was silly at all. She simply answered, "Because, I spent the day night before tied to your fiancé's bed."

"Ooh...this is getting good. Go on."

"Well, I tried to play it cool, and I think I did a pretty good job. I looked up at him and smiled...kind of looking him up and down. And I said something like, 'What does a girl have to do to get a pizza delivered out of the normal delivery area?' He flashed this crooked smile and said he'd deliver one to me anytime, anywhere."

"And?" I asked.

"I stood up, grabbed a pen off the counter next to me, and I took his hand. I wrote down my address on his palm and I said, 'I just placed my order. The name is Shade. If you get it to me while it's still hot, I'll make the trip worth it'. Then I licked my lips, winked and walked out of the door. I knew he was looking at me when I got in the car, but I didn't look back. I just pulled out and left."

"So what happened?" Ann asked.

"I rushed home and put away some things, and then I turned on the oven," she giggled.

I looked at Carol, my face questioning what she'd just said. "You turned on the oven?" 

She shrugged. "I thought I might want to keep the pizza warm...just in case."

Ann leaned toward Carol and said, "Just in case what?"

"I was thinking about fucking him. I needed it so bad."

"Really? Did you do it?" 

"Well, he showed up. I'd left my car out front so he'd see it when he drove down the road so he'd know he was in the right place. I'd taken off my bra, thinking I'd play things out and see how they went. But when he knocked on the door, I chickened out."

"Aw...you did?"

"Well, it wouldn't have made a difference anyway. When I opened the door, he was standing there, with a huge smile on his face. I handed him the money, and he handed me a card. He said something about it not being THAT far out of the way, which was a lie...but he said the days he worked were on the back, and he didn't have a problem bringing me an order when he was working."

Ann looked stunned and said, "That's it? Pretty anticlimactic, Carol."

"I never said that was it. I could tell he was rushed, probably because he had other deliveries to make, and he'd made a fool of himself by saying he'd bring me my order. I don't think he counted on me just walking out. I was kind of relieved that he couldn't stay. But at the same time, I was angry for thinking of something and then backing down. And that little bit of anger got me going again."

She took a big gulp of her beer, like she was nervous all over again. I touched her arm and said, "Carol, you don't have to tell us this if you don't want to."

She grinned and said, "Are you kidding...I'm just getting to the best part.

~*~*~*~*~*~

"What?" Carol barked; stunned at by what Ann had just asked her.

"Do you want to be Sunshine, and let me take control like you did?"

"Are you serious?"

"If you'll do what I tell you to do...yeah."

Carol blushed, and asked, "What do you have in mind?"

"If I told you, it would take the fun out of it. But I will promise you that I'm going to make you do the things you think about doing. The ones you're too scared to do on your own."

~*~*~*~*~*~

Carol set her beer on the stone patio behind her head, turning back to us as she slipped her hand underneath the water. Ann and I both knew what she was doing, but we didn't say anything. We wanted to hear the rest of her story.

"Somehow, I got up enough courage to move closer to Barry. I rubbed up against his hard body, kind of letting the back of my hand touch his bulge. I asked him if he ever considered delivering anything besides pizza. He wasn't sure if I was serious, so he kind of played it straight. So I just said that if I called, he needed to make sure he had enough time the next time for me to give him his tip."

"What did he say?" Ann asked.

"He totally called my bluff. He ran his hand up my side, and kind of cupped my tit a little, and said that if I called, I had to tell them that I wanted Barry to deliver it, and to make sure I gave them my name so he'd know to allow for that extra time."

"Wow...that's hot."

"No...that came later, when I called the next weekend for a pizza. To be honest, I put it out of my mind at first, telling myself that it was silly. But when the next Friday rolled around, I was a mess. I talked myself into and out of calling a dozen times. But, I ended up dialing the phone. Once I placed the order, I changing into a skimpy, cropped off T-shirt and a pair of short shorts and heels. Then I went upstairs to watch for him. As soon as I saw his car coming down the highway, and then my driveway...and I started chickening out again."

"What?"

"I know, I know. But it all seemed so preposterous, and frankly, a little cliché. You know, getting a delivery from the pizza boy. It all seemed so...porno. But I also knew that just like him, I'd opened my big mouth and said something that I had to back up. When I walked downstairs, I still didn't know what I was going to do. Hell, when I opened the DOOR I didn't know."

"So...what did you do?"

"I opened the door," she laughed.

"Funny."

"Sorry. Barry was standing there holding the pizza bag, and he said hello. I had this moment of inspiration, and I began acting pissed and said, 'Where's my Coke? Didn't they tell you I ordered a 2-liter of Coke?' He kind of looked nervous, and I looked him in the eyes and asked if he brought me anything else to drink. When he said no, that's when I did it."

"Did what?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

"I told him I'd have to get my own drink, and I dropped to my knees and sucked his cock."

Ann was squirming in her seat, and I realized she was playing with herself just like Carol was as she told us her story. 

"Is he hung?" Ann asked, acting like I wasn't there.

"He's not nearly as thick as Neil, but he's about the same length. Trust me, I didn't complain. I loved it. I sucked him on the front porch for like five minutes, and he told me he was going to cum. I think he was pretty worked up. I'm not bragging, but it was one of my better blowjobs. I swallowed it all, and then I got up and handed him a twenty and told him to keep the change."

"He...he didn't do you?" Ann asked.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 83



"No...and that was fine. I loved how it worked out. He thanked me, and I told him that I'd see him again the next week."

"Oh my God...really?" 

"Last night was the first Friday since that first time that I didn't order a pizza. When I just called, he actually got on the phone. He said he was worried about me. He didn't want anything...he didn't even care about the sex. He genuinely cared. He wanted to know if I was okay. He even said he almost called me, but he thought that would seem too weird, like he was needy."

"So...have you fucked him yet?"

"Oh GOD no. He just brings me my order and I suck him off. BUT, every week I wear less and less. That's another reason why I wore that bikini tonight...it's the skimpiest one I own and he'll pretty much get to see all of me. I told him I was having company, so he knows I'm not blowing him tonight. I'll make it up to him, though."

"So...you don't want to fuck him?" I asked.

"I know it's hard to believe, but I love what I'm doing. I think about him fucking me all the time. But for whatever reason I haven't gotten around to going any further...and he hasn't pressed me. I think he's happy with what I'm doing, and he doesn't want to ruin it."

"How would it ruin it?" 

"I'm not saying it would. But if you were a college kid delivering pizzas and you were getting a blowjob once a week from one of your regulars, would you do anything to screw it up?"

"Well, you've got a point there," I conceded. "Still, do you like him?"

"Like him...I barely know him. I like his cock. I like the way he looks at me when I'm kneeling in front of him, holding it in my hands. I like the thrill of what we've been doing."

"What about him, though. Do you like him?"

Carol nodded, realizing I wasn't going to let the subject go. "I like what I know...in the few conversations we've had we seem to have a lot in common. But he's young."

"So what?"

"God, you sound like I should start dating him."

"No...but I told you before, there's no harm in finding a friend to fuck to help you keep healing. And I'm a firm believe in liking the person you have sex with. I don't know how you can do that and not like them. Do you think he's friend material?"

"I never thought about him like that. He must be a friend. Otherwise, why would he have been so worried about me?"

"You right," Ann said, "he wouldn't. He didn't have to say that. And if you believe he was concerned...really concerned...from the heart, then he's a friend."

"Wow...that's a little...that's amazing."

"You know, just because you're having a little fun, I'm sure he can tell you like him. Seriously, I'm sure there was the thrill of it the first time. But now, you're doing it because it's him, not the act."

"Oh my GOD...I AM, AREN'T I!"

"So, tell me, how much time is Barry giving himself when he comes out tonight?" Ann asked sexily.

"Well, he says he takes his lunch hour when I call, so, he's got about an hour. In fact, the last time he stayed a little afterwards and we just talked. That's when I learned we had so much in common. He was here the whole hour. I even gave him some of my pizza."

"Is he taking an hour tonight?"

"Yeah. He said he'd already put off his lunch hour, even though it's not Friday. I guess he was hoping I might call tonight instead. But then I told him that I had company, and...well."

That's when Ann got that naughty look in her eye, a wry smile slowly appearing on her face. "What time did you say he's going to be here?"

~*~*~*~*~*~

Carol was standing on the patio, trying not to shiver as the beads of water ran down her sexy, tan body. Ann was standing behind her, acting as if it was 90 degrees outside. The combination of the cool temperature and the water from the hot tub on her skin didn't seem to affect her, other than her nipples being harder than normal. Of course, that was saying something, since they were always hard.

Ann had taken off the collar around her neck, and she moved up against Carol's back, rubbing her naked body against it. Leaning forward a little, she looked at Carol, smiling softly as she held the leather strap for her to see.

"Are you sure about this? Once you put on the collar, you're mine for an hour. You'll do everything I say, and you'll only be able to stop if you say your word...but if you say it, we're done, at least as far as you being 'Sunshine'. We're still going to have our threesome tonight if you want."

"Okay," Carol said softly.

"Do you trust me?"

"Yes."

"So, are you sure you want to do this?"

Carol closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Yes...I'm sure," she nodded.

Ann slipped the leather collar on Carol's and fastened the buckle, making it snug; the silver ring prominently in the front for all to see. Carol shivered again. It had nothing to do with the coolness of the fall air, or the water dripping on her skin. Her hand went to the leather strap now hugging her neck, feeling it her fingers; knowing what it meant. She shivered in reaction to Ann, knowing now that she 'belonged' to her, at least for a little while.

"Oh God," she whispered under her breath. "OH...FUCK!" she snapped when Ann reached between her legs, fingering her for a moment.

"You're excited, Sunshine," Ann giggled as she licked her fingers.

"Nervous is more like it."

"Try to relax. You're going to love letting go like this."

"What do you want me to do?" 

"For now, dry off," Ann said as she got back into the water, moving over next to me. Taking my semi hard cock in her hand, she started stroking me, trying to get me fully hard. "Baby, you don't have a problem with this, do you?"

"It's a little late to be asking that now, don't you think?" I smirked.

"I'll stop if you want me to. I'm sure Carol would understand." I shook my head, my reassuring smile letting her know I was okay with whatever she had in mind. Still, that didn't stop her from wanting to hear me say it. "So, you're okay with this?"

"I don't know...I'm not sure what you have in mind. But I know you know the rules, and I trust you."

Ann leaned in close to me, whispering as she said, "I'm not going to do anything sexual with Barry, if that's what you're asking...well, I might touch him. Is that okay?"

I nodded, and Ann squeezed my cock. "Can he see me naked, or do you want me to cover up?"

I laughed and whispered, "You don't have anything to cover up with. Your clothes are in the car."

"I can use a towel."

"Do you want him to see you naked?"

Ann looked at me like I'd just asked her the stupidest question ever. It might have been just that. Of course she wanted Barry to see her naked. That was all part of the turn on; the thrill of exhibitionism. We both loved exposing her that way. Ann's smile softened, and I saw the love in her eyes. I found myself wanting her to feel the same feeling she wanted to give Carol; that exhilarating feeling of letting go. As long as we both agreed that there wasn't going to be anything sexual happening between Ann and Barry, other than perhaps a handjob, then I really didn't mind. If Ann was going to get more turned on than she already was, I was going to be the beneficiary of it.

"I think you know the answer to that," Ann said, squeezing my cock a little harder.

"I don't mind...but make it more subtle that just introducing yourself to him naked, okay?"

"Like you had me do with Carol," Ann said with an arched eyebrow.

"You were Annabelle then. Now you're Anna."

"I can do that. Just go with me on this, okay?"

"Are you asking me to trust you?" I winked.

"Do I need to?" she asked as she stood up.

"Actually...no. You don't," I smiled, feeling good in my heart that she didn't.

Ann bent over and kissed me, her arms wrapping around my neck. "You never have to ask me either, lover. I just hope Carol feels the same way after today," she giggled quietly.

As Ann stepped out of the hot tub, the doorbell rang. Carol's head snapped toward the house. Nervous fear crossed her face, knowing that whatever Ann had in mind, it was about to happen. 

Ann picked up the cover up Carol had discarded on the table, slipping it on over her wet sexy body. She buttoned the bottom button, leaving the blond strip of pubic hair above her beautifully bald pussy in view. Pressing her hands against her breasts, she made the material cling to her skin, her nipples and areolas showing through like it was a wet T-shirt.

"Subtle enough?" she asked with a naughty smirk on her face.

"Perfect," I nodded.

"Good," Ann said as she grabbed the leash off the table, handing it to Carol. "It's still up to you, Sunshine. If you put it on, you belong to me, and you'll do as I say. If you don't, I'll go get the pizza and give Barry a little show in the process and send him on his way. Then the three of us can eat, and then we'll all do what we came here to do. Either way, Neil and I are going to have a threesome with you if you want. The only question is...do you want to have a little fun as Sunshine first?"

Carol looked at the cold metal chain in her hand, the black leather handle on one end. She was playing with the metal clasp on the other end, opening and closing it as she thought about what Ann said. Ann had given her an out, leaving it up to her to decide her own fate. I don't think she expected that, but I did. 

I knew Ann wanted to make her do things, but she also wanted her to be on board totally. She didn't want to ruin whatever she was doing with Barry.

Carol took a deep breath and opened the clasp one last time, hooking it onto the loop on her collar. "I'm all yours, Anna," she offered as she held out the leather handle in her first act of submission.

Ann stepped in close, using her finger to lift Carol's chin. "For the next hour, I'm Mistress Anna...and you'll call me Mistress, okay?"

Carol smiled and nodded. Ann grabbed her by the back of her hair as she leaned in, forcing a long, almost desperate kiss that made my cock spasm underneath the surface of the water.

Carol was breathless when they parted, which made Ann giggle. "Okay, Sunshine. Wrap yourself up in a towel and lie on that chase lounge and wait for me. Keep your legs together and your arms at your side. I'll be back in a minute with Barry."

Ann slipped her heels back on and opened up the French door to the house, leaving it open as she walked into the breakfast nook, heading to answer the door. I heard another knock, along with Ann's shoes clicking on the hardwood floor. Closing my eyes, I pictured her hard ass swaying as she walked. Part of me wanted to go watch what she did at the front door, but I knew I couldn't. Not without spoiling whatever plans that she had. Besides, my clothes were in the house, and I figured if Barry saw a naked man strolling around he might bolt. So, I sat in the steaming water of the Jacuzzi and waited, watching Carol fidget in anticipation on the lounger. 

It took more than a minute for Ann to return. In fact, it was closer to ten. Finally, I heard her walking back through the house, and I could tell that Barry was with her. She told him to stay put while she put the pizza in the oven to keep warm. It was just like Ann to be practical in a moment of sexual intensity...but she was taking total control of the situation, letting Barry know she was truly in charge.

Ann eventually asked Barry if he was ready, and he responded that he was, his deep voice coming through the open doors so we could hear. At least, he said yes. The way he said it didn't sound as positive. He sounded nervous.

"Don't worry Barry. It's going to be fun. I promise, you're going to love every minute of what I'm going to do for you," she said, encouraging him. Seconds later they emerged from the house, Ann leading him out onto the patio by his hand. "Barry, that's Neil. He's my fiancé, and I belong to him," she said proudly as she pointed lovingly toward me. He stood there next to her, still holding her hand, his face showing he was unsure of what to make of what was going on. 

I gave him a little wave, not bothering to say anything. I just smiled, more about what Ann had said than anything else. I never imagined that she would say that she belonged to me, at least in the way she insinuated it. I knew she said it for a reason, and I was smart enough to play along until I figured out what it was. But I'd be lying if I didn't admit her comment made me tingle.

Barry nodded back to me, a disarming smile on his rugged, chiseled face. I don't mind saying that he was a very handsome young man, and I could see why Carol was drawn to him. She'd said he was a former football player, yet he wasn't huge, maybe my height at 6 foot, weighing around 200 pounds. But he was certainly well built. His chest and arms were sculpted from hours spent in the weight room; his narrow making him look even bigger up top. He also had powerful legs, made obvious from the shorts he was wearing even though it was cool outside. Of course, the rest of us were naked or barely covered, so it was pretty stupid to judge his attire.

His medium length, dark brown hair was wavy and tousled. His dark eyes piercing as he looked at Ann's hard naked body through the transparent cover up that wasn't covering anything. He was leering at her, and she was reveling in the attention.

Ann was standing in front of him, using her amazing body to shield Carol, who was lying on the lounger twenty feet or so behind her. Grabbing the rope she'd left on the table, the same place she'd put the leash earlier, and she led Barry over to where Carol was waiting...nervously.

Barry looked down at Carol, wrapped seductively in big white terrycloth towel, making her tan look even darker. He eyed the collar around her neck; the long silver chain running down her lithe body, the handle resting on her covered mound. 

"Barry...this is my love slave...Sunshine. That's what I want you to call her, because that's the only name she's answering to right now. Say hello to Barry, Sunshine."

"Hi Barry," Carol responded in a shaky voice.

Barry winked and said, "Hello Sunshine."

Ann walked behind Carol's head, and said, "Please put your hands over your head and put your wrists together, Sunshine." Carol lifted her arms and clasped her hands, letting Ann first bind her wrists tightly together, before tying the end of the rope to the lounge. When she had Carol secured, she leaned down and gave her a quick, sexy kiss before turning her attention back to Barry.

She walked over to him, pulling down the zipper to his shorts, making him flinch for a second. "Calm down, big boy. I'm just getting you ready," she said as she fished his hard dick out of his open fly. "Hmm...your cock is exactly like Sunshine described it."

"That's a good thing, I hope?" he said shyly.

"Very," Ann hummed happily as she started to stroke it. "I understand that Carol has been teasing you."

"Pardon me," Barry said, tearing his eyes away from Carol for a second to look at Ann.

"She's been teasing you with her hot little body, but she won't let you have it. She's just been blowing this beautiful cock of yours."

"Hey...I'm not complaining. She's amazing."

"Are you saying that you haven't thought about fucking her?"

"Well no...I think about it all the time. But..."

"But you know she won't put out, because she's a tease."

"I never said that. I just..."

"I know, I know. You just don't want to push it because she might stop giving you head. Right?" Ann had taken my logic, and used it to her advantage. Actually, she probably knew that was how Barry was thinking without me saying it before. Regardless, she had Barry backpedaling.

"Yeah."

"So...she was teasing you. Did you ever notice how every time you stop by, she's wearing less and less clothes?"

Barry snapped his head toward Carol...a shit-eating grin on his face as he slowly nodded. "Now that you mention it...yeah."

"See...she's been showing you more and more of what she isn't going to let you have. She's been teasing you."

"Still, I have no right to complain."

"Maybe," she said as she let go of Barry's cock, letting it bob up and down in the open air as she moved to Carol. Reaching down, she grabbed Carol's leash while she untied the little fold in the top of the towel between Carol's breasts. She flipped open the towel, letting the ends dangle over the sides of the chair, exposing Carol's naked body...making Barry grin wider. "Then again, maybe not. See what you've been missing?"

"Hmm...why, yes I do."

"Well, the good thing is, Sunshine isn't a tease. She's a slut, aren't you Sunshine?"

"Yes...Mistress Anna."

Ann reached down and pulled one of Carol's nipples, twisting it and making her scream out. "My name is Mistress. You haven't earned the right to use my given name yet!"

"Yes Mistress! Sorry!"

"That's better," Ann said, letting go. "How did that feel?"

Carol looked back over her head and grinned. "It hurt."

"Good. I'll let Barry do the other one...if he agrees."

"Agrees...agrees to what?" he asked.

Ann took his cock back in her hand, stroking it slowly. "What do you want, Sunshine? Tell Barry what you want."

"I...I want him to fuck me Mistress."

"Don't tell me...tell him."

"I want you to fuck me Barry."

Ann grinned and said, "There. My slave wants you to fuck her. Do you want to?"

"Why do I have the feeling this is going to cost me something," he laughed.

"Because it will."

"What do you want...my soul?" he laughed again.

"I don't want anything Barry. I have someone I belong to. He's right over there waiting for me."

"Then what do you...what does she...what am I supposed to do?" he asked, thoroughly confused.

"If you want to fuck Sunshine, you can. All you have to do is agree that next Friday, after you get off of work, you're going to come back here...and you're going to let Carol do whatever she wants to you, like I'm doing to her."

"What? Do you mean tie me up and stuff?"

"Uh huh, if that what she wants," Ann winked. 

"Yeah, right. Uh, I don't think so."

~*~*~*~*~*~ 

Ann was slowly riding my cock, her back to me as I sat still in the hot tub. She was moving up and down, grinding her tight pussy over my rock hard shaft, and it felt incredible. 

I hadn't realized just how much I'd missed fucking Ann's pussy, even though it had really only been a little over a day. It wasn't like I hadn't fucked her. I'd fucked her several times. But I'd avoided her cunt, concentrating on her ass because she was being Annabelle during that time. I just didn't fathom that by denying her the privilege of fucking my cock I'd also been punishing myself in the process. 

"God this feels good," I whispered into her ear as she bobbed up and down in the water.

"Mmm...yes it does, lover," she cooed as she held my hands against her tits with hers, wanting me to squeeze them lovingly. I could feel her hard nipples nestled between my fingers. She moaned and leaned back into me, her wet hair clinging against my neck. "I love how you make me feel, Neil."

"How's that?"

"Loved...always," she sighed.

I sighed with along with her, feeling the same love back. Yet that made me wonder about what she'd said earlier. "Why did you tell Barry that you belong to me?" I asked.

"Because I do," she answered matter of factly. "Besides, I didn't want him getting any ideas that he was going to be with me. I thought if I told him that, he'd think that you're in charge of all this, and that I only doing what you making me do."

"I'm not sure he thought that."

"Maybe...maybe not. Either way, I belong to you, lover. And now he knows it."

"I still can't believe you got him to commit to being Carol's love slave next week. I have to admit, I didn't see that coming. He seemed so dead set against it at first."

Ann moaned, her eyes shut as she humped me, her left hand holding the back of my neck; her fingers playing with my hair. "Hmm...It wasn't that hard."




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 84



© 2011, All rights reserved -- mimaster 

~*~*~*~*~*~ 

Sitting up in bed, I looked out the huge window in front of me, seeing nothing but stars in the sky. It was a picture perfect night, and I sighed at how beautiful it was; how peaceful. Peaceful that is, except for faint sound the girlish giggling I could hear in the distance. The same giggling that had somehow entered into the dream I'd been having, stirring me in the middle of the night.

It wasn't hard to figure out that it was Ann and Carol, even at three in the morning. After all, the large king sized bed I was in was now empty except for me. When I'd fallen asleep hours before, I'd had Carol to my left and Ann to my right, the three of us naked, sweaty and exhausted. Yet I didn't worry that they were gone. I knew exactly where they were, the sound of splashing giving them away along with their incessant laughter.

It wasn't the first time Ann had left me in the middle of the night to go skinny-dipping in a swimming pool with another hot babe. She'd done the same thing with Tina at the Holiday Inn when we had first gotten back to Indiana. I didn't find out about that time until the next day, because I'd been so worn out from the night, and the week, that they couldn't wake me up. 

I was pretty sure that wasn't the case this time, though. Mainly because I did wake up, caused by the way they were carrying on outside. I got out of bed to look out the window, expecting to see them frolicking in the water, grabbing at each other's naked bodies. Or perhaps I'd even witness a little lesbian action in the wee morning hours. But as I gazed out onto Carol's enormous property, toward the big pool below, they were doing something I hadn't considered at all. They were...racing.

Ann and Carol were swimming back and forth across the length of the pool, each pushing the other to go faster. I watched them each do four lengths back and forth, with Ann hitting the far wall first at the end of the last lap. She quickly got out of the water, raising her arms in triumph, while Carol started cursing.

"Four out of seven!" Carol snapped as she climbed out, standing like she was ready to dive in again.

Ann put her toes on the edge of the pool and bent at the waist touching her toes. Looking over, she said, "Do you really think you're going to beat me three straight times?" 

Carol answered by saying, "Ready, set...GO!"

I got to the pool just in time to see Ann getting out of the water, once again victorious. Carol dejectedly climbed out, creating a pool of her own as the water dripped off her sexy body, landing on the patio at her feet. 

Ann looked toward her, winded but confident. "I suppose you want to go five out of nine now, right?" she said with her hands on her hips.

"YES," Carol panted as she bent over, her hands on her knees as she tried to catch her breath.

"What are you doing?" I asked as I approached them.

"Losing," Carol said with a huff.

"And I won!" Ann said as she ran around the corner of the pool, jumping into my arms, wrapping hers around my neck; her thighs squeezing my waist so I wouldn't drop her slippery body. She kissed me excitedly, driving her tongue deep into my mouth. When she finally finished frenching me, she let go and stood in front of me, her smile brightening the night. 

"You act like you won something other than a race," I said.

"I did," she said, dropping to her knees. She grabbed my limp shaft and licked the head, before looking up at me. "I won your cock. I get to fuck you first," she said proudly.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Carol sat nervously at her dining room table, eating a fresh garden salad out of a big bowl. And it was fresh. As good as the pizza was from the place where Barry worked, and it was very, very good...the salad was incredible. I mean, it was just a salad, but the contents were so fresh, it tasted...well, incredible. 

There were all kinds of things in it besides the three different kinds of lettuce. There were carrots, and radishes. There were diced onions and peppers, and several other garden variety items. It even came with little cups on the side filled with hard-boiled egg, real bacon bits, and huge croutons that you could add. 

When Ann's fork pulled out a big slice of cucumber, she started cackling as she showed it to me. That had me laughing along with her. And that got Carol's mind off her troubles long enough to ask what was so funny.

"Oh...nothing. It's an inside joke," Ann said as stuffed the contents on her fork into her mouth.

"Very inside," I said with a chuckle, "somewhere warm and wet."

"What in the world does that mean?" Carol asked.

Ann ended up telling Carol a story...well, the story, about me telling her to use a cucumber as a stand in for my cock. When Ann said that she had to search for one that was as thick as my shaft, and she couldn't find one quite that big, Carol laughed. Then she said that when she used it, she had never felt so stuffed before. Carol questioned her, saying it didn't make sense with what she'd just said about not finding one thick enough.

Ann shrugged and said, "Neil and I hadn't had sex yet...other than me sucking him off in my parent's driveway."

That thought seemed too unreal to me. It was hard to imagine that there had actually been a time when I hadn't made love to her. In fact, I couldn't grasp the idea that there was ever a time when I didn't love her. 

Somewhere, deep inside my heart, there was Ann. She'd always been there, waiting for us to find each other. Waiting for fate to align the heavens and stars; waiting to bring us together in a place and time in our lives where her very essence could touch that spot in my heart, lighting me on fire. And I believed in my heart that she had a similar place in hers; one that I ignited that night in Indiana when she stepped out on my friend Matt's patio and said hello. 

She got to the part of the story where she used that same cucumber in a salad she and I ate a couple days later when we had dinner at her parents' house, and how her Dad asked for some cucumber in HIS salad. Hearing her recount that odd moment, Carol nearly choked on the one she was eating. But she had a good laugh, and she was in a much better mood as we finished our dinner.

It wasn't like she was in a bad mood before. She was just preoccupied, her mind wandering. She seemed nervous...almost flighty, but Ann and I made the best of it. When she finally snapped out of it, she apologized for being a poor hostess.

Ann scoffed at the very notion. "That's crap, Carol. We're having a wonderful time."

I nodded in agreement. "Yeah...I've never been invited to a home where the hostess is naked all the time."

Carol laughed, and then she sighed. "I still can't believe I fucked Barry," she said, staring out the window towards the chase lounge she'd been tied to.

"Actually, I think he fucked you," Ann said as she took a bite of her pizza.

She grinned, her eyes still focused in the distance. "Yeah...you're right. He did fuck me, didn't he?"

"Um hmm, and you look like you loved every minute of it."

She paused for a second, her face suddenly full of wonder. "Did I really look like I was in love?"

"Is that what's been bothering you?" I asked.

"Huh...oh. No. It's just...I forgot all about you fucking my ass."

"Well...we don't..."

"Oh yes...we do. I mean, I want to, but..." Her voice trailed off, her eyes still staring out the window. 

Ann touched her arm, brushing her fingers back and forth lovingly. "Carol, trust me, he'll take his time...he knows what he's doing, and he won't hurt you."

"Okay, I don't believe that for a minute!" 

"Yeah, you're right. It'll hurt some at first. But then it will feel so...damn...good!"

"I know. At least, I hope you're right. But it doesn't matter, because I'm not...ready."

I smiled and said, "It's okay, Carol. It's not like I'm upset. When you work up the courage, maybe..."

"It has nothing to do with courage, Neil. I actually WANT to do it. I want to do it with YOU...with Ann here. But...I'm...I mean I didn't...I never..."

"Aw...it's okay, Carol," Ann said, getting up to hug her friend from behind as she sat in her chair. She leaned down, looking over her shoulder. "I can help you with the enemas. It's no big deal."

"Yes, it is a big deal. I don't have the...I never bought a kit, Ann. I forgot to."

"Carol, do you really want Neil to fuck your ass tonight?"

"Yeah...but I just told you I forgot to buy a kit."

She kissed Carol on the cheek and whispered, "You're in luck...I have one in the car."

Actually, she had it in a huge purse, which was in my car. I had no earthly idea why she had it, other than she was a woman that believed in being prepared. But she did, and Carol got up out of her chair and hugged her excitedly. They were acting like sorority sisters, jumping up and down as they embraced...hot, naked sorority sisters, which everyone knows are the best kind. 

With that crisis solved we were able to get back to eating our dinner, with Carol in a much better mood. And that had her opening up about Barry a little more.

"So...what did you think of him?" she asked sheepishly.

"Hard to tell. All I saw was his ass," I commented as I grabbed another slice of pizza.

She laughed, but Ann zeroed in deeper and said, "Why do you ask?"

"Because...your opinion matters to me. Do you think he's too young?"

"What does age have to do with it?" I asked. 

"I'm just wondering. He's only 22."

"Love doesn't worry about age, Carol," Ann replied. "So...are you in love?"

"Like I said, I'm working on it. I think he really likes me...and not just because I've been sucking his cock for a couple of weeks. Some of the talks we've had...before and after. The things we seem to have in common. I...I just feel a connection. I can't explain it."

"You don't have to," she said as she took another bite of her pizza. "Neil and I totally understand."

"You do?"

"Uh huh...we only dated a week before he asked me to marry him. To any outsider, it has to look like our entire relationship is built solely on sex."

"Incredible, mind-altering sex," I added.

"Yeah," she giggled as she winked at me. "But we know that connection is there. It's deep, and it's real. The sex was just the spark that set it off."

"So, I'm not crazy?" Carol asked sincerely.

"Of course not. I was in a relationship for a couple of years, and it turned out awful. Neil dated his ex for years before they got married, and she turned out to be a total slut. The bad kind...not like you and me," she smiled. "And I'm sure there's a story with your ex that's making you wonder about Barry."

"We were together for over three years before we got married...and then he turned into a pig. I know now that he married me for the money."

"For the money?" I asked. Carol motioned around with her arms, making us realize our surroundings. "So...you're rich?"

"I wouldn't say I'm rich, but my family's well off. I've told you that before, Neil."

"Yeah, I guess you have. I just don't think about..."

"I know you don't. That's why you're such a good friends. You don't treat me different because I have money."

Ann nodded and asked, "And Barry?"

"Yeah, you're right. I mean, he knows, but he doesn't seem to care."

"That's because he's getting head every time he sees you," I laughed.

"It's more than that, Neil. There's just something about him that tells me he doesn't care about money at all. He cares about me." 

Ann lovingly patted her on the forearm again and said, "You shouldn't question fate, Carol. You just need to embrace it. Sometimes it comes in the form of a hot stud playing basketball in a town you wanted to forget. Sometimes, it shows up on your doorstep as a cute hunk that goes out of his way to deliver you a pizza. Don't forget, he was the one that stopped in his tracks to look at you. He did that before he could have possibly known you come from money."

"Oh my God...you're RIGHT! He DID look at me first. I mean, I was checking him out when he wasn't looking...but HE was the one that stopped and stared. Wow!"

"See, that's how fate works!"

We finished eating, and we went into the kitchen to clean up and do the dishes. The odd thing was that it seemed so natural, the three of us talking and working, all while we were naked. 

Carol was describing some of the renovations that had been done to the house in years past, by her father, and her father's father. She'd said that it seemed every generation added something to pass on to the next.

She'd been going on about ten minutes when Ann asked, "Have you added anything since you got it?"

"Actually, yeah. I put in the pool and the hot tub," she laughed.

"Really...how long ago?"

"Well, the hot tub was right after I got the house to myself. I put that in for me. That was before I was married. After I was divorced, I put in the pool."

"After?" I asked.

"Part of my 'got to get myself in shape so I can show the ex what he's missing' plan. I used to swim competitively when I was younger and when I was in High School, and it always kept me in shape. So, I figured a pool was better than getting a bunch of gym equipment. Plus, I'd have the benefit of having it to entertain. It's funny though...it worked as far as getting my body back to the way I want it, but I think Neil was the first person to swim in it besides me."

"What...you haven't had family over?"

"No, I just put it in this spring, and I've been so busy with the new job I haven't had time to have anyone over. You're the first folks I've had to the house since...wow, February," she said as she stood on her toes to put the plates back in the top cupboard next to the sink. 

"Were you naked then too?" I asked, staring at her gorgeous ass, thinking about all the hard work she said she had to do to get her body back the way it was now. That and thinking about what I wanted to do to that ass, which had me rock hard.

"Hardly," she giggled. "But I love being this way."

Ann saw me looking at Carol's shapely butt, and she hugged me. "I think it's time to get ready, Carol...so we can do what we came here to do."

"Get ready?" she asked as she turned around to see Ann massaging my nuts.

"Yep...let's go out to the car. Neil, we'll come get you when we're ready!"

~*~*~*~*~*~

I'd always considered myself a patient man. But I was actually antsy as I sat on Carol's big comfy couch in her entertainment room. And that was even with me watching a college football game on her 36" inch television. 

It was a pretty big for the time. Big screen TV's were rare, unless you got the projection kind. But I never cared for those, because the picture always seemed distorted and fuzzy. It was a case of bigger not necessarily being better. 

Carol's television appeared to be brand new, and the picture quality was outstanding. It was almost like being there. But, I wasn't really following the game. It was noise; something to occupy my time while waiting for the girls to finish...well, whatever they were doing at the moment. But I had an idea. 

"How long does it actually take to give a woman an enema?" I asked myself as I glanced again at the large anniversary clock on the mantel above the fireplace.

Sighing, my eyes drifted back to the television. I never really bothered to figure out who was playing, other than it was a couple of Pac Ten teams that I had no vested interest in. I was watching the movement on the screen, but I wasn't really paying attention, lost in my thoughts about the girls, and why they hadn't come back for me. More than once I thought that they might have started without me, and I was tempted to go check on them. But I knew better. Ann had already had some alone time with Carol...there was no way she'd leave me out like that.

So, I sat there, waiting. And waiting. 

When Ann finally rounded the corner an hour or so after they'd left me, with Carol close by her side, I mentally smacked myself upside the head. Just looking at them, I realized it was well worth the wait.

Ann's long curly brown hair was high up on her head, as were Carol's dark tresses. Their makeup up was impeccable. Not gaudy or slutty, they were made up to look like models or starlets. Ann was wearing her black heels, with a see through black teddy that came just above her crotch. Underneath, she was wearing a black g-string, without a bra. Carol was wearing red heels, and a red teddy that matched Ann's. She had on a red push up half-bra that exposed her nipples, and a matching g-string. They looked like twins. Not identical, but enough alike to make me do a double take. 

"Are you ready baby?" Ann asked, seductively licking her perfectly painted red lips.

I felt my cock start to stir. It had totally deflated from waiting so long, but now it was growing, slowly but surely, and that caught Carol's eyes.

"He's ready, Anna. Look at that cock growing for us. He can't wait to take us to bed."

They both waited, telling me they weren't going to the bedroom until I was fully hard. Instead they decided to help that along by making out directly in front of me, blocking my view of the television in the process. Not that I had been really watching it to begin with, but it was a silly idea that my eyes would be anywhere but on the two of them.

Carol's right hand went to the back of Ann's long, elegant neck, pulling her in close as they softly kissed. Ann's left hand moved to Carol's right breast, cupping it as she rubbed her thumb over her nipple through the sheer material of the teddy. There was no talk, just the wet, seductive sounds of their mouth's making love to each other and the moaning that came with it. Or maybe that was from me.

I watched them for several minutes, their eyes closed as they kissed. I was rock hard long before they stopped...seconds after they started to be honest. I don't think they wanted to stop. They'd become lost in the moment. I could feel the connection between them; the way they were kissing and caressing each other was magical to watch.

When Carol breathlessly pulled back, she opened her eyes to find Ann staring, her brown eyes ablaze. Carol blinked a couple of times, her hands going to Ann's, holding them...squeezing them. "Thank you," she said softly.

"For what?" Ann replied with a sexy smile.

"For agreeing to do this. I can't tell you how much I've been thinking about this day. I can't believe you're finally here."

"Thanks for inviting us."

"Inviting you? I practically blackmailed you. I still can't believe I actually negotiated to have sex...that's just not me."

"Well, maybe it wasn't you then. But I think it's you now," she said, squeezing Carol's hand back.

"Yeah...maybe it is," Carol giggled.

She looked at me out of the corner of her eye, and grinned. "Do you think he's hard enough to take upstairs now?"

"I can't believe we can get him any harder."

"Well, we'll just have to try, won't we?" 

~*~*~*~*~*~

The only thing better than taking the sexy lingerie off a beautiful woman so you can take her to bed and have your way with her, would be taking the sexy lingerie off two women for the same reason. Ann and Carol let me undress them when they took me into the bedroom...a master suite that was so big and beautiful, it almost made me swoon. It seemed more like a loft than a bedroom.

One of the things that made it beautiful was the two hot, gorgeous naked babes lying in the center of the large king sized bed, waiting for me to join them. As I crawled in between them, they pushed me onto my back, practically pouncing on my cock. I soon became the center of attention of a two-woman blowjob that was beyond description.

Ann was licking one side of my cock while Carol was doing the other, and they were trading off sucking me. When one of them would take my head and shaft into their mouth, the other would lean down and suck on my balls. The interactions of the two were amazing. They'd anticipate what the other was going to do, and they'd move in such a way that they were constantly stimulating me. They didn't talk...they just moved, the whole thing seeming choreographed in some way.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 84



Ann finally moved up, her back to me as she straddled my torso. Her fingers pressed against my chest, her feet, still in her stilettos, firmly planted into the mattress. Lowering her crotch over mine, she got tantalizingly close to my straining cock and I had to fight not to buck up and slam my shaft deep inside her wet, waiting pussy. But Carol had other ideas.

She grabbed my cock, rubbing it back and forth against Ann's pussy, concentrating on her clit for a moment. Then she stuffed the head inside, reaching down to play with my balls as Ann slowly sank down over me. 

Ann took it from there, riding me hard and fast, jamming my prick into her pussy as deep as she could. I held on to her hips, helping to keep her steady as she bounced on top of my lap. She came after about ten minutes of steady fucking, her body shaking as she held herself down on my cock. She collapsed onto my chest, falling back into my waiting arms as she covered my shaft with her sweet secretions, making me feel warm all over as I held her tight. My hands found her perfect tits, playing with her nipples as the orgasm ran through her body.

She slipped off my cock, falling limply to my right, leaving my cock wet and glistening with her cum. Carol was right there to take me into her mouth, cleaning my shaft and balls with her expert tongue. She licked and sucked, moaning as she kept me hard. And then, she did something I didn't expect.

She straddled my body, facing me as she held her pussy over my straining cock, hovering it an inch or so above it. But she didn't move, looking over at Ann with wide eyes and a nervous smile.

"Ann, are you sure you want me to do this? I mean, I'll understand if you don't...I really will."

She opened her eyes, smiling at Carol as she moved up beside her. "Here...let me do for you what you just did for me," she said as she grabbed my cock, guiding it into her friend's pussy. Then she lay back down beside me, her mouth inches from my ear. "Fuck her, baby. Fuck her until she cums all over your big cock, just like I did," she whispered.

I didn't fuck Carol as much as she fucked me. I lay there underneath her as she rode me hard, her tight pussy gripping at my cock as she bounced up and down. Her knees were on the bed, heels pointing behind her as she leaned forward to change the angle of her strokes, making her clit drag violently against my shaft. And while she did, Ann urged us on...particularly me. 

"Grab her tits, baby. Pull her nipples," she voiced, her words becoming louder with her growing excitement.

I'd been enjoying watching them bounce so much I hadn't thought to play with them. Ann had been enjoying the show too, but she had the presence of mind to tell me what to do. As I squeezed Carol's tits and played with her nipples, she started writhing as she bounced on my cock. She leaned back, making the angle of my cock stretch with her; her clit pulling hard against my shaft. Seconds later, her back arched even further.

"OH FUUUUUUUUUUCCKKKK! I'MMM CUUUMMMINNNNGGGG!" she screamed out.

I moaned as she covered my cock with her cum just like Ann had. It felt just as warm, and just as sexy. Ann cheered, excited for her friend; happy that I'd been able to give her what she needed. What she wanted. But that was only the beginning, for I was still nowhere close to cumming myself.

Carol fell off me, much like Ann had. And Ann followed Carol's lead, taking my cock in her mouth, tasting Carol as she 'cleaned' me. When she'd finished, or really, when she'd gotten to the point that she needed more of my cock elsewhere, she got back into the same position that she'd been in before, straddling my body with her back to me.

Carol had recovered enough from her orgasm to sit up and take my shaft back in her hand, ready to feed it into Ann's pussy again. In fact, she was rubbing it against her clit. But she turned her head, looking down at me over her sexy shoulder. She winked, and I knew in an instant what she wanted to do. I smiled and nodded, making her grin with excitement that she didn't have to say anything to me...once again, I got her.

"Lower, Carol. We're going to show you how this is done, okay?"

"Lower?" she answered, unsure of what Ann meant.

"Put it in my ass, lover."

Carol bit her bottom lip, a bashful smile appearing at the corners of her mouth as she reacted to Ann's new bedroom name for her. She even blushed as she felt a rush run through her. But she also moved the tip of my cock down an inch or so, lining me up with Ann's little rosebud of a back door.

I gripped her ass, pulling her cheeks wide to spread her open a little more, making her groan with anticipation. Carol groaned too, visibly turned on by what she was about to witness firsthand. 

"I'm going to show you how to do this the first time...so you can get used to it on your own," she said, almost like a teacher. Her student moved forward, peering closely as she slowly lowered herself. "You need to take your time getting the head inside...past the opening. Once you do that, it gets a little easier."

She moved slowly, easing her body onto me, stretching her anal ring wider to accommodate the mushroom head of my cock. 

"Oh my God...and you're doing that without any lube!" Carol said in a hushed voice.

She heard her, and nodded. "I'm used to it now, and I like it better without. Besides, we both came on his cock so much, he's naturally lubed."

My cock slipped past her anal ring with a physical little pop. She held herself still, telling Carol that when she gets to that point, she needs to relax her muscles and get used to the feeling of being stretched. She was pretending she'd never been fucked in the ass before, tutoring Carol so that she would enjoy the experience when it happened to her.

Ann slowly inched her way down my cock, taking in more and more of it as she pressed her body down over me. Any other time, she would have already been pounding my cock with her ass, humping me hard and deep. But this was special. This was for her friend. 

Carol watched as Ann eased her ass over my cock, taking my length and width in small, measured doses, until she finally bottomed out, so to speak. And with me totally inside her, she sat still, looking over to Carol with a moan and a smile.

"When you get to this point, just relax for a little while. There's no reason to hurry. You're going to feel so stuffed you're going to think his cock is going to come out of your mouth. But there's going to come a moment a short time after that when it starts to feel soooo good," she said. With that, she leaned her head back a little, enjoying the sensation of being full.

"Does it hurt?" Carol asked, moving closer to get a better look.

"Not anymore, but I'm used to it now. It will in the beginning, when you first start out. But once you stay like this and let your body relax and adjust...oh my God, Carol! I never would have believed it. Hell, I didn't believe it. I had a couple of friends tell me I should try it, because of how great it feels. But I thought they were nuts."

"Yeah...I know what you mean. I think YOU'RE nuts."

"Trust me...you'll be thanking me before the nights over," she giggled, just before she lifted her ass up and started fucking me hard and fast.

She felt tighter than ever, which was amazing, since I'd fucked her anally numerous times in the previous couple of days. Then again, I could feel her using her muscles to grip at my shaft. She rode me for fifteen minutes or so, moaning as I pulled at her nipples. I had no doubt that she was on her way to an explosive orgasm. I could tell. But so was I, which was why she sacrificed her own pleasure for that of her friend. She didn't want me cumming, because she wanted Carol to experience anal sex for the first time. And she wanted her to do it soon, thinking that Carol might end up backing out if she had time to think about it. So, she made a decision.

She pulled herself off my cock, moving to the side gracefully, not letting on that she was close to the orgasm I knew she was about to have. She even had the presence of mind to grab the base of my cock with her left hand, squeezing my shaft tightly to hold off mine. She motioned at my prick with her right hand while she was holding it out for Carol with the other 

"Okay, Carol...it's your turn. Climb aboard," she winked. Carol took a deep breath, and started to straddle my body the same way Ann had, but she stopped her. "Ride him the way you did the first time, facing him. It'll be easier because his cock kind of points that way."

Carol turned herself around, but her curiosity made her ask, "If this is easier, why did you do it the other way?"

"Because I'm used to him fucking me in the ass...and I like the way it feels when his cock is pulled back a little. It makes it easier for me to cum that way."

She looked at Ann like she was speaking gibberish, and said, "What? You can cum when he fucks your ass?"

"Not all the time. But I have. In fact, I was damn close when I stopped."

"Why the hell did you stop then?"

She made a cute little shrug and said, "Because...Neil was getting close too, and if he's going to cum in someone's ass tonight, it's going to be yours."

~*~*~*~*~*~

Carol was lying on top of me, her head resting on my shoulder as she tried to catch her breath. I was stroking her long silky hair, having removed the clips that had held it high on her head while she was fucking me. My other hand was holding her lower back, feeling the perspiration on her smooth skin; the pleasant result of working so hard while riding me to an incredible orgasm.

"God...that was...incredible," she said between breaths.

"Mmm...yes it was," I said as I kissed her forehead again.

Ann moved closer, her hand meeting mine as I played with Carol's tight ass, before going her own way, her fingers slowly moving down to where Carol and I were still joined.

"Wow, Carol, you took to that like a duck to water," she said with envy in her voice. "You acted like it didn't hurt you at all."

Her eyes opened...her stare distant as she looked toward Ann. Gaining enough strength to answer, she moaned, "Well, I prefer to think of myself as a swan. And it really didn't."

Ann looked stunned at first, and then she smiled at Carol's quip. Still she was curious. "It didn't?"

She pushed herself up a little, looking more directly at Ann, a sly grin appearing on HER face. "No, not really. I mean, it hurt some in the very beginning; more discomfort than anything else. But I kept waiting for it to get worse, and it just got better and better instead."

"I could tell. Damn...aren't you the lucky little slut?"

"No kidding. It's not like Neil's small, or even average. Shit, it still feels like I have a baseball bat up my ass, and he's only half hard now."

"Did you like it?" she asked, knowing the answer before she even thought to ask the question.

"I don't know...did my moaning and shaking give me away?"

"A little"

"Thanks for being so wonderful teaching me how."

"What did I do? You said it didn't hurt. You didn't need me at all."

"Oh yes I did! Just seeing how much you love it; I never would have had the nerve to go through with it if you hadn't done what you did. I didn't know at the time I'd be okay with it...but you and Neil made me relax so much. Maybe that's why it didn't hurt; because of what you both did."

"I just laid here," I said, grinning like a kid who'd just had sex for the first time.

"No you didn't. You held me, and you played with me...and you showed you cared if I was okay."

"What I meant was that you did all the work."

"I wouldn't say that, either. You came in my ass. As much as you shot into me, a part of you had to be working overtime," she giggled.

Ann got excited when she heard that, and she scooted down between my legs, licking at my cock and balls. "C'mon lover, pull off so I can have some," she said, making my cock flinch inside the tight ass it was still buried in.

"Wow...Neil liked hearing that. It felt like he spurted again," she laughed as she slowly moved her body up off my shaft.

Ann licked her way up my shaft, eating whatever cum she could find while she cleaned me up. And while she was attentive, she kept glancing up at Carol, who was still hovering overtop of me, keeping still on her hands and knees. She spied some cum dripping out of her open ass, and she quickly flipped over, reaming Carol's ass, digging her tongue to find more.

I was a little surprised at first that she would so willingly be licking around Carol's ass like she was, but then I remembered that she'd helped her get ready before we'd started. She wouldn't have gone there if she didn't know for sure that it was clean. The fact that she'd licked my cock after being inside Carol's back door already proved that. Still, I marveled at how she seemed to love all things sex, and was willing to try things that seemed taboo.

It must have had an impact on Carol too, because her body started shaking from what Ann was doing to her. A few minutes later, I'd moved to the side, giving them room as they moved around, slipping into a sexy 69. 

They were lying on their left sides, each with their right leg pulled up and out of the way, offering more room. I was content to lie beside them, encouraging them by telling them both how beautiful they were, and how amazing it was to finally see them together. I'd touch them, stroking a hip or an arm...or maybe their hair. I pulled the clips from Ann's, letting it down like I had Carol's. She moaned as her tresses fell across her back while she licked at Carol's wet pussy.

I thought about how surreal it was that the three of us were in the same bed. When Carol had first broached the idea of a threesome with us, it was supposed to be after we were married and had officially moved to West Virginia. But Ann didn't want to wait. She'd become so excited about the prospect of an intimate encounter with Carol that she found a way to move up the timeline, telling me it would be amazing. While I wasn't so sure at the time she brought it up, I couldn't help but agree as I watched them playing with each other.

Ann came first, her back stiffening as her orgasm took her. Carol was a couple of minutes later; Ann's mouth and tongue working hard to bring her the same feelings she'd just received. And as they came for each other, I watched two beautiful women define their friendship in a whole new way.

Carol turned her body around, lying on top of Ann so they could share a tender kiss, and then a hug. That was followed by girlish giggling that filled the room with joy. They held their foreheads together, Carol cupping Ann's left breast, tweaking her nipple. Ann's hand found Carol's sexy, shapely ass and squeezed it. And that made them kiss again, more passionately. 

Finally, Carol pushed herself up and climbed over my body, leaving me between the two of them. Ann moved up, and they each draped an arm over my chest...and a leg over each of mine. Ann sighed, and kissed me on the cheek.

"Thanks for making this dream come true, baby," she said quietly.

Carol leaned in and kissed my other cheek, saying "Yeah, Neil. This has been amazing."

"So...we're done?" I asked sheepishly, not wanting our fun to end so soon. I knew the girls were exhausted, and I needed time to recover. A lot of time, actually. But still, I was hoping for more.

Ann leaned up on her elbow. "We don't want to overstay our welcome, baby."

Carol moved up, just like Ann had, and smiled. "Actually...I was hoping you'd spend the night."

"Really?" Ann and I said at the same time.

"Uh huh," she nodded. "It's been a long time since I've had someone in bed with me that I love. And now I have TWO of you, and I don't want this to end...please stay."

~*~*~*~*~*~ 

Ann took my cock into her mouth, sucking me down her throat. I groaned. There was just something about the way she swallowed me, the way she totally gave herself to me in that way. It made me feel strong, and more masculine the way she knelt before me and looked up into my eyes. I could see the fire from the dozen or so Tiki torches burning around the patio, the reflection dancing in her eyes...but the blaze her irises showed was brighter, the passion coming from deep inside her soul.

Her hands made their way to my ass, pulling me into her mouth, making me fuck her face slowly...deeply. I wanted to close my eyes and just lose myself in the moment, but I couldn't. I'd become lost in her angelic face, they way her long wet hair moved. I stared at those perfect lips, drawing on the skin of my shaft as I pulled out; her nostrils flaring as I pushed back in. It was seductive, almost hypnotic the way she let me take her mouth. I could not only see the love, I could feel it with everything she was doing at that moment.

I felt Carol move, her graceful naked body appearing in my frame of view, causing me to take my eyes off of Ann, and lock onto hers. Not that Ann cared. She was too busy moaning as she deep throated me. And she wouldn't have cared. She was doing what she always did, giving of herself by giving herself. But the look in Carol's eyes surprised me.

I knew when she said in her bedroom that she was with two people she loved, it wasn't like the love that Ann and I shared. It was more of a friendship, but it went deeper. There was a connection between Carol and me because we had a shared past, both of us survivors of brutal, painful divorces. And there was a connection between Carol and Ann, both of them being honest, caring, sexual women who always thought of others before they'd ever dream of thinking of themselves. 

Carol had been agitated moments before, having lost a race to Ann...and in the process, she'd apparently lost the right to have my cock first. But as she looked at us, she wasn't feeling upset any longer. She was admiring us; the, 'aw, aren't they cute when she sucks his fat cock like that' kind of admiring. And that made her smile in a way that could only be described as loving. Yet when her eyes locked onto mine, it wasn't love that I saw looking back. It was lust...and not just for me. When her eyes drifted back to Ann, and her hard, sexy backside, they practically smoldered with desire.

"She's got a hot ass, doesn't she?" I commented, snapping Carol out of her little trance.

"Yes...she does," she hissed in her sexy southern drawl. "Not to mention the rest of her."

Running my fingers into Ann's hair, I gripped the back of her head as I fucked her pretty mouth. "Hmm...you're right Carol. She is totally hot. In fact, I think she's too hot for me to handle alone. Would you like to join me?"

"Join you? Doing what?" 

"Fucking Anna."

~*~*~*~*~*~

Ann was on top, slowly moving her body up and down. Her hands were in her hair, elbows out as she tilted her head back slightly. I was cupping her tits, my fingers playing with her nipples as she rolled her hips, gyrating her pelvis as she fucked...Carol.  

Carol was on her back, the thick black strap-on seemingly welded to her groin. Her hands were on Ann's waist, guiding her up and down over the shaft of the dildo that was attached the harness she was wearing around her crotch. Ann was moaning as the fake cock sank deep inside her pussy with each down stroke.

"God this feel so real," she panted, her eyes closed tightly, feeling the sensations roll through her body.

"I know," Carol chuckled. "It said 'lifelike' on the package, but I thought that was just a line of bullshit."

"I can't believe how wonderful this is."

"Maybe it feels so good because of who's wearing it," I said from my position behind her, kneeling between Carol's spread legs.

Ann opened her eyes and looked down, smiling as she leaned forward, putting her hands on Carol's massive breasts. "I think you're right, baby. She makes it feel more real."




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 84



Carol blinked her eyes a couple of times as she bit the corner of her bottom lip...a soulful look on her face. "You two say the most amazing things to get me wet," she said in a raspy voice.

"I think you're always wet...just like me, lover."

I smiled when I heard the two of them with their bedroom talk. Then again, I was staring at Ann's perfect heart shaped ass as she bent forward. I watched the big black phallus sink into her pussy; watching how her lips clung to the shaft as she pulled her body up, and then how they received the entire length as she moved back down. It was erotically hypnotic, and it had my cock pulsing with excitement.

I was drawn to her backside, staring at the ass I fell in love with way back when we were in high school, and she'd shake it for me...and just for me, during those halftime performances at basketball games with the school dance team. I'd fallen in love with her ass, not knowing that someday she'd belong to me, and I'd get to stare at it like I was. Naked as it bobbed up and down as she fucked a strap-on. 

The precum was flowing from the tip of my cock; I was mesmerized by that perfect shape, the lust growing inside my chest. My hands left her breasts, moving around her body, trailing down her skin to her lower back. Carol's hands replaced mine while I gripped her ass, my thumbs pulling apart her cheeks so I could get a better look at the cock that was sliding in and out of her wet cunt.

Ann moaned, looking over her shoulder with a dreamy stare. She closed her eyes as she felt my fingers near her pussy, feeling her wetness; her mouth opening slightly, the corners barely upturned as she moaned softly. When she felt my lubed middle finger touch the entrance of her ass, her smile widened, her eyes opening halfway. Slipping my finger deep inside in one strong motion of my wrist, she bit her lip and squealed.

I finger fucked her ass, first with one, and then with two, probing her backside as deep as I could go. When I finally jammed a third finger inside her tight hole, she went sexually ballistic, cumming all over the big black dildo she was riding. It helped that Carol was mauling her nipples at the same time, but she was growling as the walls of her rectum clamped down on my digits, the intensity of her orgasm making her scream out loud.

I removed my fingers, playfully smacked her right ass check, making her suck in her breath through her clenched teeth as her head snapped around to glare at me. I moved up, rubbing the tip of my hard cock along the crack of her ass, moving up and down as I pressed my body into hers. Her brown eyes flashed at me as I tried to gauge what she was feeling...wondering how far she'd let me go. I was looking for signs in her body language and facial expressions, but she took the guesswork out of the equation.

"Yessss," she hissed at me, a sexy sneer on her face. "God yes...DO it! Do it now before I change my mind!"

I didn't want her to change her mind either, so before I gave her a chance, I grabbed her ass like I had when I'd first started, using my thumbs to pry her cheeks wide. She stopped bouncing on the fake cock for a moment, holding onto Carol's tits, squeezing them hard as she braced herself. I pressed my cockhead against her anus and slowly pressed forward until the thick mushroom tip made its way past her anal ring.

"OH GOD!" she snapped as I shoved my cock all the way inside her in a sharp thrust of my hips.

When I started fucking, she held still, leaving the dildo lodged in her pussy. But after a couple of minutes she lifted her hips, hovering over Carol's body, freezing in place as she begged us both to start fucking her. 

Carol moved so that her feet were on the mattress, using them and her upper back for leverage as she began thrusting her ass up while I continued plowing deep. We were doing what I'd told her we were going to do...we were fucking Ann. I just didn't know when I'd said it that we'd be doing it at the same time.

We were double penetrating her. I'd done that to her with two dildos before, and there was one time when I was fucking her that I jammed a rubber cock inside her at the same time. But this was the first time that two people were literally fucking her at once. It didn't matter that one of the cocks wasn't real. She just said earlier that it FELT real, and the person at the other end controlling it...namely Carol, most certainly was. And that seemed to make it all the more intense.

"FUCK! I FEEL SO FUCKING FULL!" she screamed, her voice strained as she exhaled her words.

Carol continued to abuse those nipples, but she was also in awe of what she was letting us do to her. She said as much when she exclaimed, "I can't believe you're doing this, Ann. It has to feel..."

"INCREDIBLE," she howled before Carol could finish her sentence.

"Really?" she questioned, her cute nose turned up a little as she continued to ram her strap-on into Ann's cunt while I drove my thick shaft into her ass. All Ann could do was scream out in response, her body quivering as she tried to hold herself in place. 

We were alternating strokes, with me pumping inside Ann every time Carol pulled out. But I suddenly changed, holding my cock inside until Carol rammed upward. Matching our timing, we started fucking her holes simultaneously, bucking into her together. And as soon as we did she erupted.

Her body stiffened, the climax taking control over her body. She was chanting incoherently while we continued our assault on her holes. I could feel the rubber cock as it moving with mine through the thin membrane that separated those tight inner walls. It was a strange feeling, and yet at the same time it was incredible, so it was little wonder that she began going off like an ignited rocket.

"Oh...FUCK...I'MMMMMMM CUMMMIIINNNGGG!" she screamed once more, just before she collapsed on top of Carol.

I continued fucking her ass, while Carol held her in her arms, holding her tight. She was breathing hard, still whimpering from my constant pounding into her tight little hole. Carol kissed her on the cheek and repeated her comment, although it was more past tense.

"Wow, Ann...I can't believe you just did that. I don't think I'd have the guts to even think about trying that."

She turned Carol's face with her hand, leaning in to kiss her passionately on the lips. She grunted as she felt me reaming her backside over and over, a dreamy glaze coming over her eyes. "You better get used to the idea, lover...because you're next."

Less than ten minutes later I was back on my back. Carol was on top of me, my cock tightly wedged in her ass again. She was hopping up and down on my stiff shaft, watching Ann, who was standing in front of her on the mattress, adjusting the belts on the strap-on harness with a wicked grin on her face. 

As she finished tightening the one around her waist, she stepped forward, she grabbing the back of Carol's head by her hair, her fingers becoming tangled in the long black tresses. Carol opened her mouth, taking the thick rubber cock past her lips, making it slick and shiny with her saliva. Ann bucked her hips, forcing the dildo deeper into her friend's throat, looking sexy and powerful in the process.

Glancing at me, she smiled and nodded, pulling her fake cock from Carol's mouth. I spread my legs as she got on her knees between them. I grabbed Carol's thighs and pulled them apart, making her lean back; a tremble running through her body. 

"Oh fuck," she said nervously as Ann pressed the head of the cock against the entrance to her pussy, rubbing it up and down along the wet slit.

"Yes lover, we're going to fuck you...like you've never been fucked before. Get ready for the best orgasm of your life," she said as she leaned forward, kissing her as she slid the long fat dildo all the way inside with a smooth, forceful stroke.

"Please...yes," Carol panted, her head tilting back, making her long silky hair fall into my face.

The room fell silent except for the various sounds of sex. Ann grunted each time she slammed her hips forward, slamming the dildo deep into Carol. I moaned as I lifted her bottom with my hands, guiding her up and down on my hard shaft. There were the sexy, squishing sounds of us pounding away, and the squeaking of the bedsprings at the three of us moved together. And then there was Carol, panting and whimpering as we stuffed her so full of cock she was ready to explode.

Unlike what Carol and I had done, Ann and I had been matching our strokes together from the very start. But then she started going faster, fucking two strokes for every one of mine. Her hips were flying as she assaulted Carol's cunt, fucking as fast as she could, trying to make her cum.

Carol fell back onto me, and I pulled her legs wider so that Ann had more room. My fingers dug into her thighs as I slowly stroked my cock in and out of her while Ann did the brunt of the work. She was moaning, one long droning whine coming from her open mouth as Ann fucked her. My left hand moved up and pinched a nipple, while my right trailed up the damp skin of her thigh, towards her pussy. 

My middle finger grazed lightly against her swollen clit. She sucked in her breath in reaction and trembled again, knowing what I was about to do. 

"Oh...fuck. Oh...FUCK!"

I pressed down, rubbing my finger against her swollen nub as fast as I could, making her squirm on top of me. Because of that, I had to stop fucking her and let Ann do all of the work. Well, everything except frigging Carol. 

"I'm cumming....I'm cumming! FUCK...MAKE ME CUM!"

She came all over the dildo attached to Ann's harness; the warm wet fluid running down the inside of her thighs, all over my balls and upper legs. It felt amazing, and it got my balls stirring, making my cock flinch a couple of times inside her hot little ass. But not as amazing as when Ann pulled out and crawled between those spread thighs, licking at Carol's cunt and my balls.

Pushing Carol upright, I had her get on her feet to lift her ass up. She was a little wobbly at first, mainly because Ann was still latched onto her clit with her mouth. But once she was steady enough, I did my best to fuck her, even though I was exhausted. I soldiered on, mainly because I needed to cum. Ann sensed that, and started concentrating all her efforts on my balls. 

They were short, fast strokes, only going a couple of inches in either direction. But it didn't matter, since Carol's ass was so tight, and Ann's tongue was so talented. I was fast approaching my own orgasm, and when Ann actually took one of my balls into her mouth and sucked on it hard, I exploded.

"OH MY GOD...I'M CUMMING!" I yelled

Carol held her body above me, leaving just the head of cock inside as she slowly bobbed up and down for me. She cooed as I pumped another load of my hot cum in her ass. Ann moved her head up from my pumping balls, licking at my shaft as she waited for her reward, which was soon to come.

I finally finished cumming with an exhausted sigh. Ann gripped my shaft at the base as Carol lifted off of me, holding her gaping hole over the tip of my cock, letting my sperm dribble out slowly. I could tell that she was moving her stomach muscles, forcing her inner walls to move, and soon my load started flowing freely, covering my cock as it oozed down my shaft. When it was pretty clear that she was empty, just as my cum was starting to coat trickle down to my balls, she moved and joined Ann. 

"Mmm...look Anna, it's a creamsicle," she chuckled as she licked a little dollop of cum off of my cock.

Ann got some of her own, holding it on the end of her extended tongue. Carol kissed her, taking it and swallowing it. "I was thinking it was a cum-sicle," she retorted.

They spent a few minutes licking and sucking my sticky cock, making sure I was totally clean, getting every drop they could find. They played with my load, sharing it; tasting it...acting like it was some magical elixir that provided life. I guess since in the strictest sense it could create life the girls were feeding off that power. Or, they just liked the taste and loved turning me on. 

While it turned me on, I wasn't going to be doing anything for a while, at least not with my dick. Instead, when the girls had finished cleaning up the mess I'd made, I decided to return the favor. I got up off the bed, walking to the other side of the loft like bedroom, bringing a rolling desk chair from Carol's makeshift office back with me.

I sat down at the foot of the bed and had Carol and Ann move there with me, placing their asses on the very edge. They were lying next to each other, legs spread wide. In fact, Ann had her left leg across Carol's body, and Carol somehow had done the same to Ann with her right one. They looked like an erotic pretzel, their pussies as close as they could be, a little over a foot apart. 

Scooting forward, I spent the next twenty minutes dining at my personal pussy buffet. I'd eat one of them while playing with the other, finger fucking or rubbing their clits, trying to bring them both to an orgasm. It was too much to expect that I could make them both cum at the same time, but a guy has to have a goal. As hard as it was to try and time my orgasm with Ann, or Carol, or anyone else I'd ever slept with, this was even harder.

At least I got close. Ann climaxed just a short time after Carol went off...maybe a minute or so. I was happy about that...thinking at the time that if I couldn't pull off the miracle of the simultaneous orgasm, then it would be best if Carol came first. After all, she was our host, and she'd done so much for Ann and me...things that had nothing to do with the fun we'd been enjoying in our little threesome.

Both of them went limp once they came, the energy they'd spent during our tryst sapping their bodies of strength. I helped them up onto the bed, and climbed between them once I'd turned off the lights. Pulling the covers over the three of us, I let out a contented sigh as both of my lovers nestled up against my body for warmth. Carol drifted off quickly, and I was left with the sound of Ann's cute little snore filling my ears less than a minute later.

"That was incredible," I thought to myself as I closed my eyes, a wide grin plastered onto my face.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Ann and I woke up in bed to the smell of bacon wafting up through the house. Carol obviously had gotten up to cook us breakfast, letting us enjoy a little extra sleep. Ann roused first and she went into the master bathroom, only to come back out a short time later with a grin on her face.

"I really didn't think Carol was serious at first when said she was hoping we'd spend the night last night. But she planned for us to stay all along," she chuckled.

"Oh yeah...what makes you say that?"

"There are two brand new tooth brushes next to the sink. She wrote us a note telling us to take a shower, brush our teeth, and then come down for breakfast."

And that's what we did, taking a quick shower together, before drying off and heading downstairs. We didn't fool around; not that it didn't cross our minds. Ann shaved my cock and balls for me, and I shaved her legs and pussy...which had me hard and her wet before we were done. But we were still Carol's guests, and it didn't feel right to leave her out.

So Ann resisted the urge to suck my cock, while I resisted the urge to push her back against the wall of the big shower and plant my cock firmly inside her juicy cunt. Instead, we got out of the shower, drying each other off, as we continued to turn each other on...hoping we'd get to do something about it after breakfast.

She led me down the stair by my cock, pulling me behind her as we walked across the hardwood floor in our bare feet. When we rounded the corner into the kitchen, we both stopped and stared at Carol, surprised that she was actually dressed. 

She was standing at the stove, wearing a very short red sundress that buttoned up the front, and the pair of red stilettos she'd worn to bed the night before. Over the dress she was wearing a white apron to protect it from the splatter of the bacon and sausage she was cooking. Her hair and makeup looked perfect, not to mention the pearl necklace that was dangling around her elegant neck. Cooking in a dress, she looked like she was ready for an evening out. Actually, it was more like something out of a 50s movie or TV show; the epitome of the perfect housewife from that era. 

Ann smirked, but she didn't say anything. Neither did I...I was too busy staring. Carol turned toward us, ignoring the fact that we were totally naked, and that Ann was stroking my rock hard cock. 

"Good morning," she said with a big, toothy smile.

"Good morning," Ann replied, smiling right back.

"Go ahead and have a seat at the table...breakfast is ready."

"Is there...anything we can do to help?"

"You can eat," she said, motioning for us to sit down.

We sat at the table, and Carol basically played waitress, bringing our food, along with coffee and orange juice. She'd walk back and forth from the kitchen to the dining nook, looking almost matronly. But she was also walking with a slight limp, which both us noticed.

"Are you okay, Carol?" I asked.

"What...yeah, why?"

"You're hobbling." "Oh that...I'm just a little sore. I must have slept right."

"You mean you slept wrong," Ann corrected.

She winked and said, "No...it was definitely right. But now I'm sore."

Ann's mouth opened as she got what Carol was saying...and how she was saying it. "I was sore after my first time too," she nodded.

"Yeah...but I feel good too. Now eat, before your food gets cold," she said, changing the subject.

And that seemed to be deliberate. She steered the conversation towards anything but sex. In fact, as odd as it was that Ann and I were naked, it was anything but sexual as we sat there and ate our breakfast. Carol took off her apron, and sat down with us to eat. She was the perfect hostess, making great conversation, all while making sure our cups and plates were always full.

She'd made omelets to go along with the two different meats, and some homemade hash browns. She also had homemade rolls, which were heavenly. It wasn't the big breakfast spread Ann's Aunt Helen put on, but it was an old style country breakfast nonetheless, and it was delicious. 

When we finished, she grabbed half of the plates as she started to clear the table, and I started to get up and help. 

"Ah...ah...ah. Sit down. I've got it," she said as came back for the rest of the plates, taking them to the sink.

She picked up a dishrag, running it under the faucet to wet it. I shook my head at the nonchalance she was showing. When she started walking back to the table, I said, "So...what are we supposed to do, just sit here and watch you clean up?"

"You can if you want. It's your last day with Ann for a while. I want you to enjoy it. Why don't you take her into to the living room...there's a nice leather couch in there," she snickered as she leaned over the table, wiping off the top with the dishrag

I hadn't thought about it being my last day with Ann before she left. Yet while that normally would have hit me in the chest like a line drive, the thought didn't bother me. We had been over that, and Ann was right. There was no reason to feel downhearted. We were going to have an incredible life together, and the brief time we were going to be apart again wouldn't be that bad. Not this time. 

I knew she felt the same way, because of the way she looked at me when Carol had said that. She had something else on her mind, and so did I.

I was watching Carol's tits sway back and forth inside her dress as she cleaned the tabletop. It was obvious from the way they moved that she wasn't wearing a bra, and my eyes were drawn to them. Ann saw me staring, and she winked at me. 




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 85



© 2012, All rights reserved – mimaster

~*~*~*~*~*~  

"Do you have everything?" I asked Ann as we stood in the parking lot of the hotel.

She stared into the driver's side window of her car, a wicked smile on her face as she studied her reflection in the glass. She was wearing what could be best described as a naughty schoolgirl outfit. The white blouse was unbuttoned...the tails of the shirt tied in a knot below her tits, showing off her cleavage. Since she was minus a bra, it also showed off her areolas and stiff nipples. The red and black plaid pleated miniskirt hugged her hips, the hem coming just below her crotch by no more than an inch.

She'd put on white knee-high socks before strapping on the shiny, 4-inch black spiked heels she was wearing. They matched the wide leather belt of the skirt, not to mention her slave collar, which was adorning her elegant neck, which was exposed because she had put her hair up in pigtails to complete her look.

Playing with the collar as she looked in the window, her finger slipped through the big silver ring, tugging on it as she smiled, just before she removed the pull chain that had been attached to it. The one she'd asked me to use to lead her down the back stairs and out of the hotel.  

"Let's see...my slave collar, my leash, and my fuck me pumps. I think that pretty much does it. Well, that and a pussy full of fresh cum!"

"What do you expect when you're dressed like that and you're not wearing panties?" I snickered.

"It's okay, baby. I dressed like this for a reason."

"So you got what you deserved, then."

"Absolutely...I wanted to feel what Carol felt yesterday. She's the one that said something about making a mess on my seat. I figure I owe it to her to live up to it."

"I'll be thinking about that all day...and you."

"I'll be thinking about you too, baby," she said as she stood on her toes to kiss me.

"So, seriously...do you have everything?"

"Just have to stop and pick up the wedding dress. Then I'll have everything."

"You're going into the store like that?" 

"Uh huh. I've actually been thinking a lot about Carol since yesterday. I can't get over what she said, about being who she is, even with Barry. Well, this is who I am. I'm not ashamed of it, so I don't see a reason to change."

"Actually...you seem to change every hour, babe. One minute you're a hot schoolgirl, the next you're whatever else your sexy little mind can dream up."

"True, but you love it, and you know it."

"I love you, Anna Renee Franklin."

"And I love you, Neil Antonio Thomas," she said as she gave me another sexy kiss.  

Then she opened her door, sitting down in her car seat facing me. Slowly spreading her legs, she showed me her bare pussy, some of my cum oozing out past her open lips, ready to smear all over the seat of her car.

"I want you to think about me driving home like this, Neil...full of your cum, feeling warm and happy about how much you fucked me this week."

"It's going to be hard not to," I said, feeling my cock twitching in Dockers.

"And don't be sad. We're not going to be apart that long, and you'll have Heather and Carol to keep you occupied if you need it."

"I know, babe. I'm fine...I'm not sad at all, actually. I'm happy, just like you."

"Good...I'll see you in just a couple of weeks when you come out for Thanksgiving."

"Okay. Drive safely, babe. Call me when you get home."

"Okay. Bye," she said, closing her legs, and then the door after she pulled them inside the car.

I stood there in the parking lot, watching her give a little wave as she drove away. I stood there, long after the car was out of sight, knowing she was driving downtown to pick up the wedding dress that had been made for her...at a lingerie shop of all places. After that, she'd be gone, on her way back to Indiana to finish planning the wedding itself.

Letting out a sigh, I eventually turned and walked over to my car, knowing I needed to head in to work. I wasn't looking forward to the next few weeks without her. But I really wasn't upset, even though it was going to be more like a month when I'd see again. I was actually happy, which was so different from the previous times we had been apart. For the first time I fully realized it was only distance that was going to separate us...nothing else. I could still feel her in my beating heart.

~*~*~*~*~*~

It had been a hard day at work. Unfortunately, it was a really long one as well. When I walked out of the plant it was already dark, and I sighed as I made my way to the parking lot. A few minutes later I was settled into my seat, my eyes focused on the winding roads, thinking about how I'd be doing that for hours. It was the day before Thanksgiving and I was about to drive though the night, all in an effort to arrive in Indiana in time for the Holiday. 

It had been a long few weeks since Ann had come out to look over the area and find us a place to live; four of them to be precise. But they weren't long because I missed her, which I did. They were long because all I seemed to be doing was working. I'd been putting in a lot of hours, starting up the plant, getting to know my crew and getting things settled during their training.  

We'd started live production just two weeks before, running a handful of jobs all the way through the plant to see how things were going to flow. It also gave us an opportunity to create a punch list of things we needed to address. Mine ended up being three pages long, and I'd been busting my ass, trying to mark off as many things as I could before I left for my mini vacation.  

The good news was that my initial list was a lot shorter than the one Conrad, my counterpart had. He was on the other shift, in charge of the same equipment that my crew was running on mine, and he'd gotten off to a rough start. His list, as it were, was three times what I had to solve, and that took a great deal of pressure of me. 

It was also good that my partner Thelma's list was light years shorter than Fred's, the other supervisor in her part of our department. In fact, our shift, even with the issues we needed to correct, had been outperforming theirs by leaps and bounds.

However, my list existed, and even though things had started out well from a big picture point of view, I still had to whittle away at the issues and get them resolved. That was taking a lot of time; I was working a ton of hours, many after my shift was over. I knew that wasn't going to last forever. There would come a point when I'd only have to put in a nine hour day and the job would become somewhat normal. 

But until then, I figured if I busted my ass, I'd get to where I needed to be sooner...a LOT sooner than Conrad, and that was important to me. It was a competitive environment, and being a competitive guy going up against someone that was both arrogant and egotistical, and that he had it out for me? Let's just say I wanted that edge.

The most important reason to bust my ass though, was Ann. Getting the list completed and getting my work schedule down to nine hours a day would give me more time with her once we got married and we moved into our new home. That alone was worth the price of working the long, grueling hours I'd endured from the moment she left.

With that price came some sacrifices. One of which was having much less time for the game she and I had been playing. She was still having fun with Tina and Penny whenever she could. But my 'bank transactions' with Heather and Carol had become few and far between, at least as far as those that gave me a sexual release. I'd gotten a couple of blowjobs from Heather the week after Ann left, and I'd eaten her once. And I'd been with Carol twice, eating her pussy both times...but that was it. For the most part, I just didn't have the time. 

As I turned the car onto the interstate to head north toward Maryland, I realized I hadn't even jacked off. I'd always been too exhausted when I got back to the hotel. My life had become a boring cycle of working, eating and sleeping, to the point that I hadn't had an orgasm in at least three weeks...and I couldn't remember the last time that had happened. With Thanksgiving being the next day, filled with family, friends, food and football on TV, at best I was looking at sometime Friday before I'd get to have one.

Now that I finally had idle time on my hands as I drove, my mind began to wander. Conscious of the fact that I was going to be driving for nine plus hours, my thoughts somehow became focused solely on sex. If I hadn't been extremely horny before, I got that way pretty quickly as erotic images filled my head. 

But not enough to cave and take matters into my right hand. I considered it, knowing that with it being dark, no one would see into the car if I pulled out my cock and masturbated. But I had gone so long at that point, it didn't seem worth it. I decided to wait...for Ann.

The odd thing was that the woman that had my cock pulsing as I gripped the steering wheel was...Carol. Yes, I'd get to see my fiancée the next morning and that made me incredibly happy, even if I'd be horny beyond belief. But one of the reasons I was horny was that Carol hadn't been available the couple of times I'd hoped to make a transaction that would benefit me. Her branch, so to speak, was open. She'd just been too busy servicing another customer. Barry.

~*~*~*~*~*~

I wouldn't go so far to say as that Carol and Barry were dating. They weren't. They were just fucking. But they were fucking almost every day. At least on average it was something like five times a week. It started the afternoon Ann and I had left her house, with him coming over. She'd answered the door just like she said she was going to, with her red sundress unbuttoned, and my cum leaking out of her pussy. 

He was startled at first, but she said he didn't overreact. Instead, he listened as she explained where she was in her life; what had happened in her divorce, and about who she wanted to be now that she was healing. Then she asked him if he wanted to be involved in part of her life or not; specifically, the part that involved sex.

She told me about their afternoon together when I got to work the next day. I'd showed up for work late, having stayed behind to say goodbye to Ann. Carol anxiously sought me out after I got there and gave me the naughty details, the naughtiest of which was that Barry refused to let her clean up her pussy. He told her that if she wanted to feel like a slut, then cleaning up wasn't an option. Instead, he fucked her ass for the first time, since she'd told him that I'd taken her anal virginity the night before. He said he wanted her dripping cum from both holes.

And that's how it started. They became fuck buddies. Except they were now getting together so frequently that I told her she'd gone beyond just fucking a friend. Now he was her lover. She blushed when I said that, but she didn't argue the point. I think she liked it. Yet she was also quick to point out that she wasn't serious about him yet. And the evidence she used to support that argument was...Heather.

The week after Ann went back to Indiana, Carol and Heather had a conversation. Heather knew that Ann and I were going to have a threesome with Carol. Carol had told her, and so had Ann, for whatever reason. When Carol described the events of the weekend, Heather feigned jealousy, saying it should have been her that got to be in the threesome instead. She used some convoluted logic about being the 'bank manager', and how Carol was just a part time teller.

Heather was just kidding, of course. But every time they talked after that, which was pretty much daily since they'd become such good friends, she would pretend to be upset, and she'd bitch that it should have been her. 

After hearing Heather do that for a couple of weeks, saying how she hadn't been fucked in months, Carol actually began to feel sorry for her. That's when she came up with a plan, telling me she was inspired by all the things Ann had done for me.

As it turned out, Barry had lived up to his agreement, letting Carol tie him up that first weekend. She said she hadn't done anything too outrageous with him, because they were still in the infancy of their 'friends that fuck' relationship, and she didn't want to ruin it.  She felt she could have done more, and that he seemed to actually want more...but she kept it tame. When they were done, he said he wanted to turn the tables again. He wanted to have her submit like that for an entire night.

She told him she was open to it. But first, she wanted to know if she did let him have his way with her, would he go farther. When he asked what she meant, she gave him some ideas. Ideas that were a little...darker; more aggressive, with a little more pain involved.  She wanted to be more like Ann had been for me in Colorado, and at the hotel. She told him that she thought it would enhance her level of pleasure, but she wanted him to be comfortable with it. His only response was to ask if it made things so much better, why she hadn't been more aggressive with him.

When she told him why, he made a comment about wanting a do-over. That's when they agreed that they'd switch off every week, unless one or the other didn't feel like playing that specific bedroom game any longer...or for that day. With that in the back of her mind when Heather continued to complain about not getting fucked, she finally called her on it.

That weekend, Carol invited Heather over to her house, telling her that if she needed fucked so bad, she'd be happy to use her knew strap-on on her. But, she told her to show up a couple hours after Barry would already to be there. The twist was that Heather didn't know that Barry was going to be there...and he didn't know that Carol had invited a guest.

When Barry heard the doorbell, she said he got nervous...particularly since she'd blindfold him. She told him to relax, and she'd be back in a little bit. When she went downstairs, she put on the strap-on and answered the door naked, except for the harness and some black high heels. Heather laughed when she first saw her, but when she saw the look on her face she got nervous as well.  

"I was trying to look ominous," Carol had told me at the time. "I grabbed Heather by the hair, pulling her into the house so she didn't have a chance to change her mind. I called her my bitch, and told her that I was going to make her pay for all the whining she'd done."

"Did she freak out?" I asked.

"Not until I told her that I was going to be giving her a couple of enemas. She didn't understand why at first, but that didn't stop her from getting undressed. She was naked so fast you would have thought her cloths were on fire."

"So, when did she figure it out?"

"I reminded her that she had conveniently forgotten that when we had our threesome, you fucked my ass for the very first time. I told her if that had really been her, she would have had her ass fucked instead of me. If she really felt it should have been her instead of me and she was going to bitch about it for three weeks like she did, then I was going to give it to her exactly like I got it. Well, not exactly...but close!"

Carol laughed and said that she took Heather and got her ready, and then she led her upstairs. Her statement about it being not exactly the same, but close, was interesting. She let her fuck Barry, riding him to until she had an orgasm. While she did, she said she greased up the fake cock with some lube, waiting patiently for the right moment.  

That moment came when Heather collapsed forward onto Barry's chest after she came. With him tied to the bed, his legs spread wide, Carol said she got between them and placed the tip of her dildo against her ass. Ten minutes later, she and Barry were both fucking her. Well, Carol was fucking her. She said Heather was moving up and down on his cock. Either way, she was getting filled by two cocks at the same time.

"Did she like it?" I asked.

"It took a little while, but yeah...she did. Just like I did," Carol smiled.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Carol did like it when both Ann and I fucked her, just like Ann had when the roles had been reversed a little before that. As far as Ann was concerned, I'd go so far as to say she loved it. It was a new experience for her sexually...and she loved most new sexual experiences. Yes, I'd used two dildos on her at once. And I'd fucked her ass while using a dildo on her pussy another time. But what Carol and I had done to her was as close as she had ever come to having two real cocks fucking her at the same time. And truthfully, it was as close as she was ever going to come.

Ann had said as much to Carol, telling her that she wouldn't be fucking Barry if there were ever an instance where they were together in a group situation. I seconded that mentally. I loved Ann, and I loved the sexual freedom she gave me. But both of us had decided that another man in our relationship, at least as far as fucking was concerned, wasn't what we wanted. I didn't really have a problem if Ann went as far as giving an occasional blowjob to someone we both liked and trusted. But anything more was an uncomfortable thought for both of us.

That said, I know she loved the feeling of having two fat cocks pumping inside of her at the same time, even if one of them wasn't real. I was also sure we'd do it again, most likely with Carol. But it wasn't something either of us dwelled on. It was like our bondage games. It was something we both enjoyed. But it didn't dominate our daily thoughts; who we were together as a couple, or what we shared. And like those times when she became Annabelle, this new experience wouldn't happen all that often either, which was only going to make it more incredible when it did.

I was thinking of just that as I drove into Ohio, having passed through the mountains for Western Pennsylvania and Northern West Virginia. It was dark, and frankly, cold. The temperature was dipping into the 30's during the night, and as I traveled down Interstate 70 towards Columbus I sighed, because I still had a long way to go.  

The car was packed ahead of time so I could leave directly from work. I had hoped I'd be able to leave a little early. Instead, I didn't get out of the plant until after six. The first few hours were rough, with traffic being pretty heavy. But now that I was past the Pennsylvania Turnpike and its rather restrictive speed limit, I hoped to make up some time. With it being later and traffic starting to thin, I'd figured I'd get to my parent's house sometime just after three in the morning.

I'd driven through the night before, so it wasn't foreign to me. But I didn't necessarily like it. With it being fall, there would be a higher risk of deer running across the road, and that meant I wasn't just looking at the road ahead, I was also scanning a little wider just in case. I could feel my neck muscles tightening from the added tension, not to mention the headlights of the oncoming cars starting to bother my eyes.

"I wish I was there," I said as I popped Rush's 'Moving Pictures' into the cassette player, wanting something upbeat that I could play loud to keep my awake. As the first sounds of 'Tom Sawyer' came through the eight speakers of the custom stereo I had installed in my 300ZX, I sighed again, thinking about going to my parent's house and the empty bed that awaited m. I was driving almost 500 miles, only to end up within five blocks of Ann and still not have her in my arms...and the thought of that sucked.

Still, knowing I'd be seeing her the next morning brightened my mood as I pressed down on the gas pedal, speeding up a little bit. If I wasn't going to be with her until the next day, I still wanted to get there as fast as I could, and that meant pushing it a little. I knew the risks of getting pulled over in Ohio, so I kept my speed within reason, but it felt good to go even a little bit faster.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 85



When 'Red Barchetta' came on, I grinned. It was my favorite Rush song; the lyrics telling about an old vintage sports car in a futuristic era where they were outlawed by the 'motor law' in favor of bigger 'air cars'. Suddenly, my red Nissan took on a whole new meaning; I became amused by the thought of eluding the authorities in my own red sports car, just like the driver in the song, who was committing what he called his 'weekly crime' of driving the vehicle his white haired uncle kept hidden in a barn.

It was pure fantasy, but I couldn't help but look in my rear view mirror as I hurtled down the highway, waiting to see if I was going to be pursued. It wasn't going to happen because I wasn't going fast enough to get pulled over, but that didn't stop me from daydreaming about it for the six minutes or so that the song was playing. But as soon as the instrumental 'YYZ' started, my thoughts went right back to where they would be for the rest of the night. They returned to Ann.

~*~*~*~*~*~

I'd been hard as a rock for at least a couple of hours; the front of my jeans wet from the naughty thoughts had been running through my mind. I'd been replaying some of the incredibly erotic things Ann and I had done together in the time we'd been a couple. I couldn't help but think I'd already had a lifetime of sexual adventures because of her, and we weren't even married yet.

I almost caved a couple of times, the erotic thoughts in my brain working me up so much that I was seriously tempted to whip out my cock and jack off while driving. But being on edge like that was actually helping to keep me awake, and it motivated me in a way. It was like Ann was sitting next to me in the passenger seat, giving me one of her patented handjobs, stroking my hard cock, but not letting me cum. In my mind, she was saving the big load I had in my balls for just the right moment, when I'd be back in her arms...and deep inside her pussy.

It was a happy thought that carried me the last hundred miles, through the two lane roads of northwestern Ohio and northeastern Indiana. Without an Interstate or a four lane highway to take me where I needed to go, I was forced to travel country roads, passing through small town after small town...each one bringing me closer to the one I used to call home. I was getting there, just slower. Yet each mile, I stayed hard, and the front of my pants stayed a very, very wet.

When my headlights finally illuminated the sign welcoming me to my hometown, I let out a sigh of relief. I'd only stopped to gas up the car, hitting a drive thru for dinner. My body ached from sitting for almost ten hours, hands gripping the wheel more tightly than I'd realized. My eyes had been shifting back and forth for the last few hours, scanning to the sides while staring at the road ahead, looking out for any wildlife that might dart out from the cornfields that covered the landscape since I'd left Columbus. I could feel a headache coming on from the strain, and yet as soon as I saw that sign, I instantly relaxed.

I grumbled when I was delayed on a deserted Main Street; not a single moving car in sight. I couldn't believe I had to stop for each of the two stoplights in town, delaying my arrival another couple of minutes. I considered running the second but resisted the urge, holding my foot on the clutch, slowly revving the engine while waiting for the light to turn green. Glancing to my left I saw Tina's shop, the memory of dozens of sexual escapades still inside. My cock started to throb even more...but those happy times brought a smile to my face, knowing I was close to home.

A minute later I turned onto my parent's street and slowly made my way to their house, pulling up the steep incline of the driveway. I parked on the landing at the top and shut off the engine, the sudden silence seeming too good to be true. It was almost three thirty in the morning as I climbed out of the car, stretching in the cold night air. I grabbed my overnight bag out of the hatch, not wanting to unpack the entire car that late at night. I knew my things would be safe with it locked. Hell, as I walked around the car to the back door of the garage, I knew it would be open. My parent's never locked the door to the garage or the house if they knew I was coming home late.

Sure enough, it was, and I locked it before walking through the dark garage past my dad's car. Opening the door to the house, I quietly stepped into the mudroom, locking that door as I took off my shoes. When I opened the door to the rest of the house, I was surprised to hear the faint sound of the television coming from the family room. I knew mom would leave a light on, but I had no idea she'd stay up waiting for me. Sure, she was a night owl like I was. But it was very late. Or it was very early. I never knew when exactly it went from one to the other. Regardless, the latest or earliest I could ever remember her being up when I came home was one in the morning.

I walked around the corner, heading through the dinette, carrying my bag with me.  "Mom, what in the world are you doing up?" I whispered as I looked around a little jut in the wall toward the couch. The bag dropped to the floor, along with my jaw.

"Hi baby," Ann said as she stood up, walking toward me in a long, flowing red silk robe.

"Ann!  What are you doing here?" I replied, a little too loudly.

"Waiting for you," she said with a wink.

"I can see that. What are you doing...here?" I said again, motioning around the room, wondering what she was doing at my parent's house.

She untied the sash on her robe, slowly opening it. "Waiting... for you," she said in her sexy bedroom voice.

I'm pretty sure my eyes bugged out as I stood there staring while she held her robe open for me. She was wearing a black push up bra that appeared to be molded to her breasts. It was a full bra, and it was sort of striped. The stripes were each about an inch wide. There were darker solid ones in between sheer ones that didn't hide anything, including her erect nipples; the design of the garment making sure they were covered by transparent stripe that would show them off.  

She had on a matching thong, the front triangle having more material than I was used to seeing on her. But that only made it more erotic, leaving a little more to the imagination. Well, except for the stripes that showed her bare skin underneath. The design on that one covered up her landing strip of pubic hair, but that just seemed to make it more mysterious to me...not to mention sexy.

There was also a matching garter belt, holding up a sheer pair of black thigh high stockings, along with a new pair of black heels. They were open toed, at least 5 inches high with a little platform to make her taller than she normally looked in heels. I was speechless as I leered, my cock pulsing inside the crotch of my pants.

"Happy Thanksgiving, Neil," she said as she took another couple of steps toward me.

I opened my arms like I was on automatic pilot, still stunned by that fact that she was not only there, but the way she was dressed. She hugged me and gave me a hungry kiss, her tongue tenderly slipping past my lips. Her left hand ran through my thick blond hair as she held my head; her right moving down to play with my cock through my pants.

"I love it when my man comes home already hard for me. Mmm...and WET too. You've been hard for a while, haven't you baby?" she cooed.

"Uh...yeah."

"Well, you must be hurting then. C'mon...let me take you to bed so I can make us both feel better."

She reached down and grabbed the remote, turning off the TV, before taking my hand to lead me down the hall to my old room. But I was frozen in place.

"Ann...what about my parents?"

"What about them?" she asked innocently.

"Are they here?"

"Of course. They're sleeping...now," she giggled.  

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"Let's just say I felt like I was at my folks place, listening to my Mom getting her head banged against the wall."

"WHAT?"  

"Sshhh...relax baby. It's okay."

"What's okay...what the fuck in going on?"

She had an exasperated expression cross her face as she sighed. "Neil, when will you ever learn to just trust me and go with the flow?"

"I'm sorry babe...but you have to admit, this is..."

"Yes, it is. And this is who I am. Learn to accept the unexpected, baby, because I'm going to be doing this to you all the time."

"Okay...I apologize."

"I don't want you to be sorry, lover. I want you to be excited...always."

"I came home hard, didn't I? And it's because I've been thinking about you for the last ten hours."

"Hmm...I see. And as you can tell, I've been thinking about you too."

"Yeah," I smiled.

"I promise, I'll tell you anything you want to know in the morning. Right now, I want you to just accept that I'm here and come with me."

"How many times?" I grinned.

"That's my baby," she said as she flipped off the light, leading me down the darkened hallway.

~*~*~*~*~*~      

The way Ann's silky smooth stockings were rubbing against my thighs was driving me wild. So were her hands, which were moving up and down my back, making me moan, her fingers dragging across my skin. It felt so good that it was making my cock flinch.

"I'm not sure how this is supposed to help with my tension, babe," I said as I looked at her out of my left eye.

"Ssshhh...trust me, lover. You need this. You were all knotted up from driving. Come on, turn over so I can do your chest," she said as she lifted her body off of me for a moment.

She was giving me a sexy massage, and to be honest, it actually did take away most of my tension. I had more than I'd even realized when she stripped off my clothes and resisted the urge to jump my body. Instead, she let her robe slip off her shoulders and fall to the floor, looking like a goddess as she turned down the sheets, telling to lie down on top of the bed on my stomach. She went to work, kneading my flesh with her magical hands, particularly my neck and shoulders.  And while it relieved my tension in one way, my pulsing cock was adding some in another.

I'd gone so long without an orgasm that my dick had sprung a permanent leak; the precum flowing from the tip like never before. But when I flipped over, she ignored my raging hardon, instead getting back on my legs and leaning over, using her hands to massage my shoulders and chest. She was methodical, saying that she was only going to work on my upper body, because that's where all my tension was.

"I'm thinking it might be a little lower," I winked.

"No it's not. But I promise I'll take care of you there too. Just be patient."

"Patient...it's been over a month," I whined.

She stopped for just a second and said, "It's been the same for me...and I'm dripping too. But I want you relaxed, because you'll last longer."

I never realized it, but she was totally right. I always lasted longer when I wasn't tense.  Or more accurately, I always came faster when I was, looking for a way to release that tension. Sure, I had what I considered better than average control of my orgasms. Much better, actually. But on those rare occasions when I let things or situations get the best of me and tension set in, I certainly didn't have the control I usually had. What surprised me what that she had actually picked up on it. Then again, this was Ann. And she was right. I needed to learn to expect the unexpected when it came to her.

So it didn't shock me that she changed her mind, taking her sweet time as she started working on my legs. She used her fingers to massage my calves, working her way slowly up my body. She'd catch my cock flinching out of the corner of her eye, but she kept her focus, moving very deliberately. I wouldn't say she was teasing me, because it really was relaxing in a lot of ways. But I was having an inner struggle, fighting my instinct to leap up and take her.

When she got to my left thigh, I kind of lurched a little, and she read my body language.  Smiling softly, she said, "I know baby. You want to throw me down and fuck me, don't you?"

"Uh..."

"See...I can tell. But we're not going to fuck tonight, lover."

"We're...not?" I said, suddenly worried that I was being teased.

"No baby...tonight I'm going to make love to you," she said as she slid forward, her sexy body rubbing against mine.

My left hand drifted to her ass, squeezing it, the fingers of my other hand toying with her thong, playing with the fabric that was wedged between her amazing cheeks. I began pulling it, knowing it would tug at her pussy...pressing it against her clit. She moaned in response and slipped her tongue deep into my mouth.

My cock was pressed into her abdomen, and she could feel it throbbing, the precum making the skin of her stomach slick and wet. She obviously didn't mind. She just scooted down my body, kissing and licking me along the way. She spent an inordinate amount of time sucking on my nipples, playing with them. And I was amazed at how hard she was making them.

"They're getting as big as mine," she said proudly.

"Hardly. You can cut glass with yours," I retorted.

"Hmm...maybe," she hissed as she moved up for a moment and pulled her bra down, exposing her tits for me. For some reason, they looked bigger...fuller. I'm sure it was the way the bra was lifting them up and pushing them together, but my cock did a double take of sorts, throbbing harder. "Ooh...that was nice. You love my nipples, don't you lover," she said as she pulled at one of them.

"God yes," I said in a desperate tone, licking my lips without thinking about it.

Rubbing her bare tits across my stomach, she resumed nibbling at my nipples, making me squirm...and that made her giggle. She moved further down my body, stopping at my navel, playing there for an extended time...drawing out our foreplay. I wanted to do the same to her, but she was having none of it, looking up at me, smiling with her big brown eyes as she licked my stomach.

Finally, I felt her right hand slip between my legs, gently touching my balls, lifting them with her fingers...feeling them. "Mmm...your balls are heavy lover. Do you have a lot of cum saved up for me?"

All I could do was nod and groan as she licked the underside of my cock from my balls all the way to the tip. Savoring my precum, she cooed again and told me how missed the taste of it. Squeezing my shaft, she made a huge blob ooze out from my head, and she licked it like it was a lollipop, playing with it on her tongue.

"God that tastes so sweet," she moaned, just before taking my head in her mouth for a quick moment.

Pressing my cock against my smooth abdomen, she moved back to my balls, bathing them with her tongue. She sucked them one at a time into her mouth, rolling each one around...playing with them. She tried to fit them both into her mouth at once, and got close a couple of times. I could hear her telling herself that she needed to keep practicing so she could pull it off. But she didn't get frustrated, instead batting them back and forth with her tongue. She sucked and licked them for over five minutes, all the while pressing on my cock, forcing more precum to leak out onto my stomach.  

Finally she moved back up, using her tongue to lead the way as she licked along my shaft. Looking at the pool of precum she'd created, she smiled. "That's my baby...giving your lover exactly what she was hoping for," she cooed before licking up the mess she helped make.

When she'd finished, she took my cock into her soft, wet mouth, slowly going back and forth, drawing her lips tightly along the skin of my shaft. With each stroke she took just a little more, the increments so small it was hard to notice at first. But as more and more of my cock gradually began disappearing, I knew what was going to come.

As good as Heather and Carol were at sucking my cock on the occasions where I was able to make that happen in the banking game we'd been playing, neither one of them could deepthroat me.  Not that I was complaining. They were each sexy, beautiful, amazing women, and when it came to pleasing a man with their mouth they knew what they were doing. But I didn't realize just how much I missed that one particular...skill. A skill that Ann had not only learned, she'd become an expert, and she loved proving that to me.

As she neared the base of my cock with her lips, my body shook from the excitement and the feelings she was giving me. She pulled up and licked her lips, looking at me.

"Calm down, lover. I know it feels good, but you are a loooong way from cumming. I'm just making sure you're ready."

"Ready...ready for what?"

"For when I make love to you," she winked.

"I thought that's what you've been doing," I said to myself as my head feel back onto the pillow.

I was more than ready. Hell, I'd been ready for the last three hours...or at least that's how it felt. I'd been hard for so long my cock was hurting. But it also felt so incredible, and like Ann, I didn't want it to end either. Truthfully, I wasn't anywhere near an orgasm. But that didn't mean the things she was doing with her mouth didn't have me shaking and moaning.

She finally tilted her head a little, swallowing my cock whole. Bobbing her head up and down a couple of times, her lips touched against the base of my cock. Then she stunned me again, extending her tongue so that when she reached the bottom, she started licking at my balls. I damn near busted my nuts in her throat right then and there, but she pulled off and giggled.  

"Did you like that?" 

"My God...where...you've never done that to me before?"

"Yes, I have...but not as good as that one was," she said proudly.

"How..."

"Antonio and I have been practicing again. He's such a good teacher. But it's a lot more fun doing it to you."  

She was talking, of course, about her trusty dildo. I closed my eyes and imagined her in her bedroom, working on her oral technique, perfecting new tricks to spring on me in bed, or anywhere else she could think of. She did that trick a couple more times, getting better each time she tried. While I wasn't as surprised as when she'd done it the first time, it still stunned me. It had me on edge, and yet I knew very well I wasn't going to be cumming. Not until she wanted me to.

There comes a point in foreplay, particularly when it's one person pleasuring the other, when that person needs pleasuring as well. She was turned on from turning me on. Hell, she was turned on when I walked into the house. Sure, it was easy for her to tell I was horny when she gently grabbed my crotch in the family room and discovered how hard and wet I was. But I'm sure if I had done the same to her, her clit would have been hard, and her pussy soaked. It was just more evident now...I couldn't miss the beautiful aroma of my woman's arousal, and it was like sweet perfume to me.

My precum seemed to be like an aphrodisiac. Or maybe it was just sucking my cock the way she had. When she pulled off my shaft, she looked into my eyes, hers ablaze with lust. Her nostrils started flaring, the skin of her neck and upper chest flushed. I knew what she needed, but she was the one sort of controlling our lovemaking, and I wanted to be patient for her. I needed to.  

She moved up my body, straddling me in silence, just her heavy breathing landing softly on my ears. Grabbing my shaft, she deftly moved her thong to the side, not bothering to take it off. In fact, she was still dressed exactly as she'd been when I'd walked into the house, except for the robe. Of course, she'd taken her perfect breasts out of her bra, using it to lift them and press them together. But she hadn't bothered to take off anything else, including her sexy heels.

Holding my cock still, she moved her hips slowly back and forth, using the mushroom head to split her wet labia. Rotating her pelvis slightly, she aligned herself with my shaft, and slowly sank her body down onto me. As my cock slid between the silky walls of her tight pussy, her mouth opened slightly. The very corners turned up, the faintest hint of a smile appearing on her face. She caught her breath at first, her eyes closing as she tilted her head back; a gasp escaping past her lips as my girth stretched the walls of her pussy. It was part hiss, part moan as the air left her lungs slowly, almost seductively.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 85



When she bottomed out, she stayed still, letting her body adjust to having me inside her once more. And I was adjusting to her, groaning at how incredible she felt. It was almost new to me; like we were making love for the very first time. She leaned forward...lying on top of me as she slowly began grinding her hips in a sweet elliptical motion. I took her in my arms, one hand gently caressing the skin of her lower back, the other stroking the long curls of her brown hair. Her movements were short, only pulling up an inch or so, as if she wanted her pussy to stay as full as possible. 

She sighed, her hot breath settling in my right ear. "I missed you so much this time, baby," she whimpered, her voice straining with emotion.

"I missed you too, babe," I answered, kissing her temple.

"No...I really missed you," she said with a sniff, pushing herself up a little bit. A small tear fell from the corner of her eye, landing on my chest.

"Aw...Ann, it's okay. I'm here now," I said, kissing her.

Her mouth melded to mine, my tongue searching for hers. They touched, and danced, and it created an electric connection that sparked a reaction in my groin. She felt my cock pulsing inside her wet pussy as she slowly fucked me. That made her press her lips harder into mine, moaning into my mouth. I felt her cum a little, her pussy becoming even slicker as she moved up and down on my shaft.

"God...I've needed you so much, Neil. I'm so happy that you're..."

Her voice fell silent as she shuddered, cumming a second time. They weren't big climaxes. More like ripples...pre-shocks, warning of the earth shattering explosion that was to come. But as she coated my cock and balls with her sweet secretions, I knew what she needed.

Taking her in my arms, I lifted my body in one swift motion, rolling her onto her back as I pierced her cunt harder with my cock. My left hand found her right knee, lifting it toward her chest. I hooked that leg with my elbow, holding her there, spreading her legs wider as I moved up; continuing the excruciatingly slow grinding that she had started. But my cock was coming almost all the way out of her now, making her sigh from the emptiness she felt each time my head pressed against her lips.

Then I'd fire my hips forward, making my cock jab deep inside her sharply; taking her even though we were still making love. I wanted her to know she belonged to me, and only me; a not so subtle reminder that her pussy was mine. As my mouth found her left breast, I sucked in her entire areola, feeling for her nipple with my tongue, batting at it lightly, and drawing out another moan.

I went back and forth between her breasts, sucking them hard and deep into my mouth.  Her head started thrashing back and forth across the pillow, trying hard not to scream out what she was feeling inside her rising chest.  

"UH...uh...UUUH," she panted, followed quickly by her pleading, "Oh God! Please...yes!"

I continued my long, steady strokes, feeling her pussy move, her stomach undulating uncontrollably. She was nearing her orgasm, fighting it in a way...hoping against hope that she could hold out longer. She was like the little girl with her finger in the dam, hoping to hold back the waves of pleasure that were soon to come crashing through. She didn't want our moment to end. But I was still far from cumming. Now being in control gave me just that...control over my own orgasm.

It was a luxury she no longer had. And from the way her eyes rolled back in her head as her back arched, it told me she was glad I took over, taking her. Possessing her; making her mine once again. There was never any doubt, but I felt in a way like I was reclaiming her. Playing her like no one else could. As Ann growled in her throat, her tightly closed mouth making her breathe harder through her nose, holding in the words...and the screams, an odd image flashed through my brain

I was in the wilderness of yesteryear, walking out into an open meadow. A place familiar, and yet seeming new and unexplored. I walked to the middle of that open, grassy field, filled with greens and yellows, the strands waving in the breeze. Taking my powerful right arm, I thrust the staff I was clutching in my fist into the fertile soil. I did it a second time, and a third, driving the thick shaft deeper and deeper into the earth, wanting to make sure it stayed. The flag unfurled in the wind, the colors of the background contrasting against those of the field; the family crest on the banner proudly announcing to all that could see it what I'd just claimed as mine.

It was all just passion fueled imagery in my head, but as I rammed my masculine shaft over and over into Ann's quivering pussy, I couldn't help myself. Every fiber of my being was thinking about how I was taking her emotionally and spiritually, while physically...sexually, I claimed her forever as mine.

Her left leg had moved up, her foot resting on my ass, riding along as I slowly bobbed up and down, sinking my shaft inside her. My right hand left her chest, where I'd been cupping her tit, moving down to slip underneath that leg as I'd done the first. My elbow caught her knee, and soon she was bent backward, high on her shoulders as I lifted her ass off the bed. I was on my knees, slowing driving my cock down into her waiting pussy, holding her there with her knees by her sides, her shiny black heels bobbing up and down as I made love to her.

We were on the cusp of evolving, our lovemaking moving toward a passionate fuck. I'd pump into her slowly, deliberately, for four or five strokes. Then I take two or three hard, slamming jabs, making my balls hit into her ass as I fucked her as hard a I could, before slowing, pumping into her for another few minutes. I kept going back and forth like that, never letting on as to when I was going to switch my pace and start pounding her pussy.

She was at my mercy, held captive in the way I was cradling her legs in my arms. I reached for her tits, groping...mashing them together even more. The way her silky stockings moved over my arms felt amazing against my skin, her lower limbs gliding back and forth helplessly as I toyed with her body. It wasn't like it was some bondage thing, where she had somehow slipped into Annabelle. But there was no doubt she was giving her body to me in her own special way.  

When I'd rolled her onto her back, she relinquished the night to me, letting me take control of what we were sharing. Yet I never let go of the notion that she was looking at me like a lover, her eyes half open, her dreamy stare looking directly into my soul. So I led us on a dance along that precarious edge between making love...and raw, unbridled fucking.

We'd teeter back and forth, the pace maddeningly slow at times, while perilously fast at others. Her hands grabbed my biceps, holding on for life as I rocked my body into hers time and again. Both of our orgasms were right there; ready to explode whenever we felt that final urge. But still we danced with each other, Ann willingly following my lead, the perfect partner for the sexual tango we were performing together in bed.  

I kept changing, keeping her off guard, and our orgasms at bay. I almost lost control once, feeling the need to cum so bad that my hips were ready to fire into her and give us what we both needed.  But then I saw the sweet look on her face, and I knew it would have changed. I loved seeing her like that, forever on the edge, waiting...hoping I'd let her cum soon. Hoping I'd join her.  

Instead I slowed down, backing away from the edge for a moment, prolonging our lovemaking. She let out a whimper, but she didn't say anything. Leaning in closer, I kissed her tenderly and whispered into her ear.

"I never want this to end."

"It won't," she quietly panted. "I'm going to love you for the rest of my life."

It's amazing how those words hit me, how they touched me inside. I'd wanted to hold out and make our night last longer, but what she said moved me in such a way that I felt my desire rise up inside me. I didn't fuck her faster, or harder, but I did fuck her with more purpose...more passion. She wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me to her, our foreheads touching as I pumped my cock into her waiting pussy.

Her breath caught in her throat as her orgasm hit her. When she finally exhaled, she cried out, "Oh...God yes. Please, yes. I'm cumming...oh Neil...I'm cumming. Cum with me baby. Cum inside me. Please cum inside me."

Her body went stiff, waiting for me to do what she pleaded, hoping I'd actually find a way to cum with her. It was like chasing a dream, or finding nirvana. It was a sexual phenomenon that eluded me more often than not, no matter how many times I'd tried. And Ann and I together were no different, no matter how magical we were in bed together. Yet for once, our bodies, our minds...and our hearts aligned in every way, giving us that perfect ending.

I groaned as I started to cum, and when she felt my cock start to spasm, she moved her body in a way that let me know what she wanted without having to tell me. I let my arms slip out from underneath her legs, wrapping them around her as she lay there on the bed.  In turn she wrapped her legs around my back, pulling me further inside as we came together, my balls emptying inside her shuddering pussy.

"Unn...yes, lover. That's it...give me your cum. Fill my pussy. God I've needed you so much, Neil."

I kissed her, pressing my lips against hers, holding her while I blasted inside, which seemed to take forever. It had been so long since I'd cum that it literally felt like I had three weeks worth of sperm saved up just for her. On what had to be the seventh or eighth big spurt, she started giggling as we kissed. Not that I cared...I was laughing with her at that point.

"Mmm...my man missed me too, didn't you?" she was as she gave me another quick kiss.

"Yes...I did, babe. And I need you, just as much as you need me."

She hugged me again, and then she lowered her legs. Before I could start to go soft, she asked me to get behind her and slip my cock back inside, saying she wanted to go to sleep feeling full and in my arms. Since that was my favorite way to fall asleep, who was I to argue?  

She slipped off her heels, but she left her sexy outfit on, covering up her tits with her bra once more. But I didn't mind. All I cared about was that I was going to get to sleep with my fiancée. And that was not something I'd planned on. I figured on sleeping alone, knowing we'd be together the next morning, and we'd find a way to have sex eventually, like always. But sleeping in the same bed didn't seem like an option. Hell, I never would have had the nerve to ask my parents' permission. Which made me wonder just how did she pull it off?

I'd have to wait for that answer. As I held onto her, my left arm draping over her sexy body, I could already hear that cute snore of hers. I sighed and closed my eyes, knowing it was very late...or really early, depending on how you wanted to think of it. Thankfully, I wasn't far behind, drifting off dreaming of my lover, and how lucky I was that she found a way for us to be together.

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I could feel the heat from the rays of the sun hitting my back, and that woke me up.

"What time is it?" I asked Ann as I stirred, still feeling her body pressed against mine.

She moved a little, lifting her head to look at the clock on the nightstand next to my old bed. "AGH!  It's almost ten. We need to get going," she said as she threw off the covers and started to move.

I gripped her ribs, holding her to me. "Mmm...I don't think so. Can't you feel that?"

I'd woken up with a morning hard on, and it was nestled nicely in the crack of her ass.  I'm not sure when my cock had slipped out of her pussy during the night, but we were still spooning, and I knew she had to have felt my hardness.

"Yes, baby...I feel it. But we have to go. My brother and his wife are going to be at my parent's at noon."

"What's the point of having Thanksgiving, if I can't give you thanks for what you did last night?" I said as I kissed her neck, humping my hips a little to let her know exactly how I wanted to thank her.

"Baby...you know I want to. But we both have to get ready. My Mom's going to be pissed if we're not there. Besides, your parents are coming with us, and it would be rude if we made them late too."

"MY parents are going?" I said, surprised by that development.

"Well, it doesn't make sense to have two Thanksgivings with our parents living so close. So, I asked Dad to invite your folks over...and they accepted. Is that okay?"

"Well, at least that explains why I don't smell the turkey cooking. That's what usually wakes me up Thanksgiving morning."

"But is it okay?" she asked, looking over her shoulder. "You're not mad, are you?"

"Mad...babe, you just did us a huge favor."

"Really...how?"

"If this works, and everyone gets along, you've set a precedent. That means one Thanksgiving whenever we come out. Can you imagine how much easier that's going to be once we have kids?"

She turned over, rolling into my arms as she kissed me. "Mmm...you're right. And if I wasn't on the pill, we would have made triplets last night as much as you came," she giggled.

I laughed and said, "I don't think that's how it works, Ann."

"Maybe not...but you have to admit, you sent an awful lot of little soldiers to the front line last night."

I grinned at her metaphor. Having never heard it put quite like that, I quipped, "Well, they've been ready to be deployed for quite a while." Rolling over, she sat up and started to put on her heels. In a burst of excitement I asked, "Are you putting those on so we can..."

"No baby," she interrupted. "We really do need to get going. I'll make it up to you sometime today. I promise. I'm going to take a shower, and then I'll get ready in here so you can have the bathroom." 

Standing up, she grabbed the red silk robe she'd worn the night before. I sighed as she straightened out her thong, before slipping on the robe and closing it with the sash. I knew she was right, especially now that I knew that we were going to have both families together for the Holiday. It was going to be an important day, but I had a good feeling about it. My parents seemed to get along with hers pretty well, even though they didn't run around with the same circle of friends. But because it was a small town, they still knew each other, and there seemed to be a connection there, beyond Ann and myself.

I watched as she checked her appearance in the mirror on the wall. She looked amazing, and that had me smiling. She was one of those lucky women on the planet that looked just as good getting out of bed in the morning as she did when she climbed in it. And that look was magnified by the glow she had from making love the night before. 

Still, she wanted to get cleaned up, and get ready for our day. I understood, no matter how hard my cock was at the moment. I watched her walk toward the closed door, still wondering how it was that she was even there in my old room. Grasping the doorknob, she opened the door as she looked over her shoulder. 

"I won't be too long."           

The bathroom in question was at the end of the hall, just outside the bedroom door to the right. She stepped into the hallway and literally ran into my dad, who was walking past our room carrying a couple of clean towels for us to use. She let out a little shriek, and then she started to giggle.

"I'm sorry Ann. I didn't expect you to be up so soon," he said as he caught his balance.

"I'm the one that should be sorry, Dad," she apologized, making him smile by calling him that. 

I knew he loved that she already thought of him and my mother in that way, rarely calling them Darren and Betsy to their face any longer. She'd told me that she couldn't see the point in waiting until we were married. She called them Mom and Dad, because that's how she felt about them. 

Touching him lovingly on the arm, she said, "I'm the one that came barging out of the bedroom."

"Its okay, sweetie. Just let me put these in the bathroom and I'll get out of your way."

As my dad walked out of view, into the bathroom, she looked back at me from the doorway. I could tell by the look on her face that she was up to something...and that something was naughty.  She wrinkled her nose as she smiled, giving me a quick wink before turning back to look at my dad, who was walking back out.

"So, why did you think I'd still be sleeping?"

He laughed and said, "I never said sleeping. I said I'm surprised to see you up so soon."

"Well why's that? We need to be at my Mom's in a couple of hours," she replied, acting all innocent as she batted her pretty brown eyes at him. But I knew there was something up that red silk sleeve she was wearing.

"Don't you remember? Jean called last night and said Alan and his wife won't be there until around 1:00."

Alan was Ann's brother, who was going to be a challenge. I'd never really gotten along with him before. He was a year older than Ann, and I hadn't spent that much time with him in high school...a half a year to be exact. But I had quickly established myself when I transferred into the school as a jock of sorts, and so we'd ran across each other on various athletic fields and courts in addition to the halls of the school itself.

He was an incredible athlete, including being by far the fastest kid in school. Besides running track, he was a great baseball player. But he wasn't much taller than Ann, standing only about 5"7', and that was at the crux of his issues. He let his height, or lack of it, get to him. For whatever reason, no matter how talented he was in whatever he did when it came to sports he always carried an Alaskan sized chip on his shoulder, which was saying something since he lived in Indiana.

And because of that chip, you could usually get the better of him. It wasn't that others were better, or that his size mattered in whatever he played. But it was his crutch in a way. He'd let his height become an issue, because he'd get angry...uncontrollably angry. And others, myself included, used that to our advantage whenever we competed with him.  

With Alan, much like Ann, everything was a competition. It was never just a friendly game of baseball, or football, or...any kind of ball. He only knew one way to play and that was all out. That was why most people that played against him went out of their way, picking on that weakness, trying to get into his head. He was so damn cocky whenever he won that no one wanted to have to hear him...so they did whatever they could to get under his skin, make him angry, and throw him off his game.

I hadn't seen him in several years, since he'd moved north to be closer to where he worked. I was pretty sure the last time I'd had that 'pleasure' was on a softball field, when the team I was playing for drilled his team, knocking them out of the tournament we were playing in. Not only had I not seen him since then, I hadn't even talked to him. I found that a little odd, thinking he'd at least call me to say something about asking his sister to marry me...since he'd been very protective of her in high school.

As it was, I didn't know what to expect when I'd actually see him and his wife, and the prospect of that had me a little nervous. I was bracing for a cool reception, just in case. So as it was, I was actually a little relieved that they weren't going to be there until an hour later. It was one less hour to potentially feel uncomfortable. But Ann saw that same extra hour in a completely different way.    

"So, I could have stayed in bed then," she said, looking into the room at me.

Dad peeked in, giving me a little wave. "Nice to have you home, son.  Happy Thanksgiving."




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 86



© 2012, All rights reserved – mimaster

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There was more food than I would have ever imagined...more than I'd seen for any Thanksgiving spread I'd ever been to. Sure, my mom had brought three dishes with us, and Ann's sister, Shelly brought two. Still, it seemed like Jean had to have been cooking all week with all things she'd prepared. It was way too much food, especially since there were just eight of us. But then again, it was Thanksgiving; a meal where the leftovers were going to be picked over all day long. 

I could see it in my dad's eyes as he ate his second helping. He was already contemplating what he'd have later in the afternoon as we watched football together. Marlin had the same glazed look in his, carefully following the plan of attack he'd devised with lethal precision as he selected items during his second trip to the kitchen.

We'd been at Ann's parent's house for an hour, and it had gone much, much better than I could have hoped for. Jean was the perfect hostess, greeting my parents with huge hugs, welcoming them into her home, and as she put it, into their extended family. I saw a little tear in Ann's eye as that settled into her heart, her big white smile hiding it from everyone but me. Marlin gave my dad a huge handshake, and sweetly gave my mom a kiss on the cheek, thanking them both for coming. 

With that out of the way, it left just Alan as the last proverbial hurdle to jump. That was a concern, and not because he was a track star in high school. But when he came around the corner with Shelly on his arm, I was surprised, in many ways.

First, it wasn't a surprise that his wife was a knockout. Alan had always been good looking, no matter his height. But now he could actually be categorized as handsome. A lot of that had to do with him being bigger. He'd grown a little taller, standing around 5'9". He had also packed on some pounds, in a good way. His shoulders were broader, and he had more definition to his frame than the skinny kid he'd been in high school and the few years that followed. He'd also cut his dark black hair shorter and far more stylish than the ragged way he used to wear it...which was namely a mullet.

He looked great. But anyone would be kidding themselves if they didn't admit that one of the reasons he looked so fantastic was the woman hanging on his arm. Shelly was a tall, leggy, athletic, blue-eyed blonde with long, silky hair...and lots of it. She had her tresses pulled up high on her head, showing off her sexy neckline. She was at least a 36C, and she was showing off a lot of cleavage in the plunging front of her short, black dress. For whatever reason, she had dressed to kill, or at the very least, to stun.

And Ann was just that, her mouth dropping when she saw how her sister was dressed, walking toward us in that tight dress and her 4-inch black heels. Ann looked at her conservative maroon dress, which now seemed drab in comparison. But I was so proud of her and how she handled it. She simply reintroduced me to her brother, and he in turn introduced me to Shelly.

As I sat there later, eating my turkey and all the fixings a man could ever want, I looked around the table. There was talking and laughing to go along with the meal. It not only felt good...it felt right. I'd been so concerned about Alan, and then Jean, that I hadn't given them enough credit. Perhaps Alan had changed. Or, more likely, it was Shelly that helped him change. And perhaps it was my mom who helped both Ann and Jean, by finding a way to relieve the tension in the Franklin home to begin with.

~*~*~*~*~*~

I thought about what my dad had just said, telling me in a sense that I should consider myself lucky that Ann was about to start her period, instead of it falling on the following weekend. The same weekend I would be getting married. When he said it, I reeled from the enormity of it. Sure, it wouldn't have been world ending, but the prospect of not being able to make love to my bride on our wedding night would have been devastating in a way.

As that mulled around in my brain, I thought about what else he'd said. How I needed to be grateful to my mother, because she'd allowed me to sleep with Ann in their home. I looked at mom, sitting in front of me, her sweet face smiling at my dad as he drove. Of course, one of the reasons she was smiling that way was because she'd gotten laid just like I had that night, as well as not long before we left for the Franklin's. And from what I knew...just as many times, if not more. 

Oddly, that thought didn't freak me out. It didn't bother me that they'd had sex. It was one of those 'more power to them' moments. What did intrigue me was that I was certain that my sleeping with Ann hadn't been the plan when she'd invited her to go shopping with her. 

"Okay, so how did it go from you and Mom spending the day together...to, whatever it was that happened last night?" I asked her as we rode with my parent's on the way to celebrate Thanksgiving with her family.

She shrugged, her innocent smile disarming as she said, "It's just how it is, Neil. I don't plan everything. Sometimes things just happen."

"So...what happened?" 

"Well, like I said, your mom asked me to spend the day with her, so...she took me shopping in Fort Wayne."

"Shopping...that's it?"

"No...it was more like a girl's day out. First we went and got a manicure and a pedicure...that was really fun. Then, she took me to lunch at this really nice little place downtown. And then we went shopping."

"It still sounds pretty benign, Ann. How do you get from that to last night?"

"Well, your mom is really good about getting me to open up and talk about what's bothering me."

"She is?" I said, thinking that it took me decades to get that comfortable with my mom, and here Ann was, able to talk to her from the start.

"Sure I am," mom answered with a laugh. 

"Funny...I don't remember it that way," kidding her.

"You do too Neil. But it's easier with girls. I always wanted a girl."

"You have one now," Ann said happily. 

There was a catch in her breath, but she recovered and said, "Thank you, Anna. I had such a good time yesterday."

"Me too...especially that last store we went to," she winked.

My mother started giggling like a little girl and said, "I still can't believe you talked me into that."

"I don't recall talking you into anything. I said 'Let's go in here', and you said, 'Okay'."

Mom grinned and said, "Well, you made it sound like I had to."

"What store?" I asked.

"The lingerie store we found in the mall," Ann replied.

She said that she'd dragged my nom into a boutique of sorts, but apparently not kicking and screaming as she would have liked me to believe at first. Ann had gone in on a whim, just to see what they had. But once they got inside, it was my mother that got excited about being there. 

"I was just browsing. But your mom was pressing me, telling me I needed to find something for our wedding night. I told her I'd already bought what I needed, and I was pretty much set, at least for a while. That's when she said I should get something for last night."

"What?" I said, looking at my mom.

She shrugged her shoulders and said, "She told me she was upset because she's about to start her period, and that was going to ruin your weekend. I couldn't have that."

I shook my head, trying to process the information I'd just gotten. All I could do was respond with what I already knew, which was to say, "So, you just basically said it was okay for my fiancée to have sex with me last night...in your house...while you were home? Just like that?"   

"Look honey, your father and I aren't naïve. You and Anna are both adults, and you're in love. You weren't going to go the entire weekend and not sleep with her at some point, and we both know it. All I did was make sure you both didn't miss out on the opportunity, that's all. Our being at home didn't really seem all that relevant."

"Are you the same mother I grew up with?"

"Of course I am...why would you say that?"

"It just doesn't seem like a Mom-like move, that's all."

"Funny, I never heard you complain that I never threw away all your dirty magazines growing up. Did you think I didn't know you had them...and what you were doing with them?"

Ann started giggling again and said, "You really shouldn't be complaining, baby. It's her house...she might tell us we can't have sex when we visit after we're married."

"I'm not complaining," I said, trying to ignore my mom basically saying she knew I masturbated practically every day as a kid, and more than once on most days. I already knew she knew...I just pretended she didn't, and tried not to get caught. 

And I knew she wasn't like other mothers, the Christmas morning my older brother got the latest issue of Playboy in his stocking being exhibit A. The look on my dad's face told me she was the one that bought it and wrapped it. But even with all that information, it still seemed a stretch that she'd openly invite Ann over to fuck me in their home. I know that wasn't how it really played out, but it was still hard to wrap my head around it all.

I looked at Ann and said, "I know I shouldn't question it...I'm just having trouble trying to figure it all out, that's all."

"What's to figure out?" she replied, her eyes sparkling, the naughty look in them taking me aback for a second. "Your mom wanted me to get something to wear for you last night. She even said she'd buy it for me. So, I told her I would let her...but only if she bought something for herself for last night too!"

Before I could wrap my head around that, dad had pulled into the Franklin driveway, and Ann had jumped out of the car, her infectious giggle echoing in the wind.



~*~*~*~*~*~ 

I didn't find out about what happened at the lingerie store, and afterward, until we had finished our first round of eating for the day. Ann and I had gotten up and she said she wanted to go for a walk because she'd eaten so much. So, we headed out into the cool breeze of the early autumn afternoon, hand in hand as we strolled down the sidewalk. 

She brought up the subject again before I ever had a chance to. It was like she felt guilty for escaping the car like she had, leaving me there to wonder. I'm not so sure she hadn't found a way to do it on purpose, as if she'd somehow timed our conversation. But then again, how could she know I'd be so curious...and so clueless.

She told me that my mom wasn't sure at first, but she took her to some racks and started holding up things that she thought would look good on her. All her years selling clothes to women came to the forefront. Sure, it was lingerie instead of normal fashion wear, but the concept didn't change. She put her experience to good use as she explained not only what would be a good choice, but why. The cut of the outfits, the color, the style; she went over all of them, helping my mother in ways she never knew were possible. 

"She wasn't sure at first, but once she tried on the first negligee, she got into it."

"Uh...I'm not sure I want to hear this," I said with a laugh.

"I won't tell you anything that's going to make you see a therapist, Neil. I'm just saying we had a really good time. I helped her pick out an outfit, and the robe I was wearing last night. And she helped me pick out mine for you."

"Great, so my mother has seen you in the same thing you wore for me last night," I groaned.

"Yes...and so has your dad," she said with a grin.

"My DAD!"

"You were there...baby. You saw me take off the robe and hand it to him in the hallway this morning."

"Oh...yeah. I forgot."

"Well, if you can forget that so quickly, then I'm pretty sure you can repress that Betsy has seen me in it. She helped pick it out, and I helped pick out hers. Don't make it into something weird. We were having a good time, and I want to remember it that way. Besides, she gave you the best gift she could have given you last night."

"You," I said with an understanding smile.

Ann nodded, and said, "That's right lover. ME!"

"Pretty nice gift, wasn't it," I sighed, feeling stupid about being so uptight about the circumstances that brought Ann to me. Well, maybe not uptight, but certainly confused to the point that it became a minor obsession of sorts.

"Well, I thought so...but then again, I was the gift," she giggled.

We walked farther from the Franklin home, down a residential street a couple of blocks away, then turning to walk down another street that was a little less populated with homes. She was leading me toward a small local park. It had several athletic fields and along with couple of picnic shelters. She took me down the path towards one of them.

"So...my mom picked out that outfit, huh?" I said, coming to grips with it, and thinking about how amazing it really was that she'd help her with something so intimate.

"Paid for it too. And like I said, I helped her pick out her outfit. We did that the entire time we went shopping."

"What? How many lingerie stores did you go into?"

"Just that one. But we went to a LOT of clothing stores. Betsy wanted me to help her, since she knew I knew about fashion. She said she wanted me to find her things to make her look...well, sexier. She's worried about getting older, and doesn't want to feel that way. So...I helped."

"And she helped you?" I asking, thinking about her unique sense of style when it came to her own clothes.

"Well...I let her think that she was. I kind of steered her towards things I liked, and let her see them on me. You know...pick two outfits I loved, and then let her choose the one she thought looked best. That kind of thing. We had a blast."

"I bet. Having mom buy you clothes...what's not to love?" I smiled, thinking about the half dozen or so bags I'd had to get out of my dad's trunk and lug into Ann's room at her parents' house...the same ones I'd had to lug from my room to the car before we left.

And that had me wondering. "Why did you bring all of those into the house, anyway?"

"For the fashion show," she giggled.

"What? Fashion show?"

"Well, we'd been gone all day, and we got home late. But your dad was still up when we got home. When he saw us carrying in all of her bags, he commented on how much I'd bought...and I told him that those weren't mine. And then I said something to Betsy about your dad, and how he must have waited up for a fashion show. But I was just kidding."

"And mom agreed?"

"Agreed? She practically ran outside to help me grab my bags. We ended up parading in front of your dad, one after another for over an hour. We were going back and forth, changing clothes, giggling in her bedroom, which she was calling the dressing room. We had a great time. So did your dad."

"He did?"

"I think so. I know he did at the end," she laughed.

"The end? What happened at the end?"

"When I walked back into the bedroom, your nom was sitting on the bed with this weird look on her face. I asked her what was wrong, and she said she was a little upset because she was having such a good time and she didn't have any more new outfits. That's when I pointed out that she had the lingerie."

"I guess I don't have to ask if she tried it on for him," I laughed.

"Well, I had one more outfit, so I quickly changed and went back out to show Darren...and then I sat down and waited for Betsy. She came out in the silk robe and she stood in front of him with her back to me."

"Wait...she modeled it for him in front of YOU?"

She grinned, her little laugh catching in the wind as she nodded. "Uh huh. But I'd already seen her in it at the lingerie store."

"Oh...right."

"Anyway, first she just opened the robe for him...and he let out a little groan that sounded a lot like you. Then, she let it slip off her shoulders and fall around her feet...which had him practically drooling. Hell, he forgot I was even there at that point. He stood up, and I thought he was going to take her right there in the living room."

"That would have been interesting," I laughed.

"It still was. She took him by the hand and she looked at me and said something like, 'Make yourself at home, Anna. And don't mind the noise...I have no intention of being quiet.' Then she said something about making sure I welcomed you home."

I kind of cringed at the thought of my parent's having sex, and not being discreet about it. I mean, I'd had to hear them many times since I'd moved back in. It was hard at first, but I learned to accept it. But for Ann...being a guest? 

"I hope that wasn't too uncomfortable for you," I said, almost apologizing for their behavior.

"It wasn't," she smiled sweetly. "It was...enlightening. And I don't mind saying, it turned me on a little. I have to tell you, baby...I'd like to think that we're still going to be going at it like that when we're their age."

"It...turned you on? Really?" I said with a smirk.

"A little. It's hard not to listen to two people that are in love...well, fucking, and not be affected by it. And then, when you see it."

"Well, yeah...wait...WHAT? You went into their ROOM?"

She busted out laughing and said, "Relax, I didn't see that much...just your mom riding him with her back to me. It was pretty dark, and she was still wearing her outfit. All I saw of your dad was his toes."

"What...why? Why the hell would you even be IN there?"

She squeezed my hand, calming me as we walked past the picnic shelter, heading down a little path towards the youth baseball field. "Well I didn't just walk in. I snuck in. I opened the door slowly and crawled to the foot of the bed."

"But WHY?"

"Because we'd been using their room as the dressing room, and my stuff was in there."

"It couldn't wait until morning?"

"Not if I was going to wear the new outfit your mother bought me for you. And based on the way you were drooling over me last night when you saw me in it, I think you should be thankful I took that little risk."

"Did they see you?"

"Your mom did, out of the corner of her eye...she gave me a little wave, and then I left as quickly as I could. She was about to..."

"Okay...okay! You don't have to go into details. I've heard her do that before. Many times," I admitted.

"Aw...baby. Don't be squeamish. One of the reasons OUR sex life is so amazing is because they have a great one too."

"I'm not squeamish about it, Ann. I'm happy for them, actually. I just wasn't sure how it affected you, that's all."

"Hmm...if you want to know how it affected me, let me show you," she said, pulling me through an opening in the fence of the baseball field, leading me toward one of the dugouts.

"W...what are you doing?" I asked.

"Living out another fantasy of mine," she smiled.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Tilting my head back, I moaned as my lower body slumped forward just a little. My arms were stretched out along the top of the bench, my ass on the very edge of the seat with my legs bent, holding me still. Ann was on her knees between my legs, her mouth slowly bobbing up and down over my hard, thick cock.

"I can't believe I'm finally doing this Neil. This is such a rush!" she said excitedly as she licked my shaft up and down with her tongue, just before taking me in her mouth again.

"I can't believe it either," I said to myself as I sat there, letting my fiancée live out yet another one of her teenage erotic dreams.    

She had led me into the dugout, hidden from the view of the rest of the park and the street we'd walked down. The field was bordered along the outfield fence by a thick grove of pine trees, blowing in the wind. We were secluded, something I never would have considered before. But she had obviously been thinking about it as a place for a rendezvous of sorts for quite some time.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 86



She turned my back to the bench when we walked under the little roof, placing her hand on my chest. Gently pushing me, she told me to sit down and relax while she did the work. Getting on her knees, she unzipped the fly of my dark blue dress pants. Fishing out my semi-hard cock, she went about trying to make it fully hard, with little difficulty. Slowly stroking my shaft, she looked up into my eyes, her face full of wonder as she played with me.

"Ever since I was a little girl, this place has been my secret hideaway...a place I could run away to and be alone," she started explaining. "When I'd get mad, or feel upset, I'd come here, and I'd feel better. This...was my sanctuary."

I looked at her, grinning at me warmly as she held onto my shaft, gripping it with her soft fingers, playing with the veins as she worked to make me harder in her hand. A finger moved along the length, following a larger vein that fed my cock life. All the while, she stared at me in wonder, as if she was trying to figure out just what I was doing there.

"When I got older, I'd dream about meeting my boyfriend here and we'd make out all day, just the two of us, hidden from the world. And then, it started turning into more erotic thoughts than just kissing. I'd let him touch me, and I'd touch him," she said as she squeezed my cock to emphasize her point. "When I got to high school, it became my fantasy to suck my boyfriends cock here. And when I first met you...well, you kind of became the boyfriend I had in mind."

I groaned from what she was doing to me, licking the head of my cock, her tongue pressing firmly against the mushroom head. Precum started leaking out, and she moaned as she tasted it. 

"You just dreamed of sucking me here?" I asked, thinking I was going to get to fuck Ann again.

"Yes baby. One time I even came here and fingered myself thinking about it. Now sit back and enjoy this," she said as she started to take my cock into her mouth.

"Wait. So...we never, you know..."

"It's my fantasy baby. I promise I'll make it worth it for you. I've been thinking about this moment for a long, long time," she smiled as she slowly took the head of my cock into her mouth.  

Ann's words and the way she said them sent a shiver down my spine. First, she was right. It was her fantasy, not mine. Instead of wishing for more, I knew I should have been thankful that it was me that she'd used as the fuel for her erotic dreams as a horny teenager. And now, I was the actual recipient; her fantasy coming true because fate had brought us together.

Her head bobbed up and down ever so slowly, her left hand unzipping her coat as she held onto my shaft with her right. Quickly, she took it off and placed it on the bench next to me, before going back to my cock and sucking me deeper and deeper. Her left hand returned to her neck, slowly opening the front of her dress, button by button.

"Babe...it's too cold for..."

"Ssshh...my fantasy lover. Just let me do this my way, okay?" she said as she stood up, letting the dress fall off her shoulders. She stepped out of it, placing it on top of her coat, before squatting in front of me again. 

It was cool out, but with the dugout protecting us from the wind, it wasn't too bad. Of course as I said that to myself, I was dressed, and I had a coat on. Ann was kneeling between my legs in just the sexy bra and thong that my mother had bought her. I could see her hard nipples through the fabric of the bra, and I wondered if she was as wet as she'd been since I'd first seen her in it the night before.

Placing her hands on my thighs, she leaned in and licked at my shaft. She'd left my balls tucked into my pants, probably because she didn't want them getting cold, thinking that would have an adverse affect on me. But the way she was blowing her hot breath over my shaft would have made that unlikely. She was making the experience steamy, no matter the weather outside. 

Using only her mouth, she played with my twitching cock, licking and kissing it up and down, making me scoot forward a little farther on the bench as I looked for more contact. She smiled, and giggled a little, knowing her teasing was making me desperate for her to take me back into the warmth of her mouth.

There she was, on a cold gray day in late November, acting like it was the middle of July as she fulfilled her fantasy. It didn't matter to her that it was cold...she was feeling hot, and with how she looked and what she was doing to me, it was hard to think of her as anything but just that. 

"God, you are a lucky man, Thomas," I said to myself as she finally took my shaft in her hand and leaned up, angling her throat to take me.

I knew what was coming. I'd gotten used to the idea that she could now deepthroat me any time she wanted to. And that thought slammed into my brain hard. We were just down the street from the little apartment complex that my friend Matt's parents owned. The furnished ones, including the vacant unit that he'd used from time to time to take a date...the one he'd told me I could use whenever I wanted to. 

The same one where I'd taken Ann during our last night of the magical week that fate brought us together. The same place where she'd finally found a way to deepthroat me, after struggling all week long trying. The same one that we'd left after an incredible few hours of making love, and seemingly moments later, I asked her to marry me.

Another shiver ran through my body as I processed all of that. We'd passed the apartment building on our walk, yet neither of us acknowledged it as we went by on the sidewalk. We were just taking a stroll in the little town we had both called home at one time or another, holding hands as we made our way to...well, to the latest memory she wanted to share with me.

She slowly slipped her mouth over my cock, before pulling back, drawing her lips along the slick skin of my shaft. She did that over and over, each time taking a little more of my cock into her mouth, until finally she'd taken all of me. Holding herself still, her lips pressed against my pants as she moaned happily around my shaft. I'm not sure if taking a cock all the way down her throat was part of her original fantasy, but she certainly wasn't holding back now that she was actually getting to live it out as an adult.

Holding the very base of my shaft with her fingers, she squeezed my balls through my pants with her other hand as she started sucking with long, slow strokes. Every once in a while, she'd stop, swirling her tongue around the head, making me squirm a little on the bench. That only made her want to please me more, staring up into my eyes as she sucked me.

I'm not sure how long she made it last. I know she could have gone longer if she'd wanted to, knowing exactly when to back off and prolong the experience if that was her desire. She did that several times, bringing me to the very brink of my orgasm, making me feel like I was going to explode, before backing off to keep me from cumming. When she finally decided she was ready, she reached down with her right hand and pulled her tits out of her bra, exposing them for me. Then that hand drifted between her legs, and I knew she was playing with her clit as she started sucking me harder and faster.

She was taking me all the way down her throat with hard, almost violent strokes, her head ramming into my groin as she fucked me with her mouth. All the while, I could tell from the way her body was moving that her fingers were flying back and forth across her clit. The whole experience got to me, the eroticism of the moment making my balls start to churn inside my pants.

Feeling my reaction, she stopped frigging herself to concentrate on me, taking the head of my cock and placing it on her tongue as she started jacking my slick shaft hard and fast.

"Cum for me, Neil. I want to taste your cum," she begged.

"Oh...fuck, Anna! I'm CUMMMINNNGGGG!" I screamed out, not caring if anyone was within earshot or not.

The corners of her mouth turned up, smiling as she felt my cock spasm in her busy hand. I started shooting my sperm into her open, waiting mouth, hot jets exploding into the back of her closed throat. She was letting my load build, wanting to swallow it all at once. With my already having a couple of orgasms that morning, it wasn't the huge load I usually shot. But, it was enough to make her practically giddy as she squeezed my shaft, trying to get every last drop she could.

When I finished cumming, she fell back, her bare ass pressing against the cold concrete. She leaned back on her left elbow, spreading her legs wide as she pulled her thong farther to the side. Her right hand made its way back between her thighs, finding her clit.

As she started flicking her erect nub with her fingers, I said, "Anna...come up here and let me take care of you."

She shook her head, her mouth still open and full of my load. "Uh-uh!" she moaned, her eyes telling me to stay put. For whatever reason, she had it in her mind that this was the way it was supposed to be in her fantasy, and she leaned back and masturbating for me.

I watched her in silent admiration, staring at her incredible nipples, hard from the cold of the weather and the heat of her passion. I listened to her haggard breathing, and the wet, squishing sounds of her fingers flying across her pussy. I licked my lips, wishing she would let me taste her as she came, but knowing that wasn't what the moment was about. I sat still, frozen in place on that frigid bench, watching my fiancée live out her erotic dream, giving me a perverse thrill in the process.

Her back stiffened as her body started to shake. She tilted her head back as she let out a garbled, frenzied wail. She tired to swallow, but in the midst of her climax, she actually coughed a little, my cum spilling from her mouth, trickling down her cheeks and chin. She finally closed her mouth for a half second, swallowing what was left as her eyes rolled back in her head.

I knew what was coming next. I'd seen Ann cum enough to anticipate the ending. And while I didn't want to interfere with her moment...her erotic memory, I knew I had to. Leaping up, I quickly leaned down and grabbed her, my arms sliding under her bent knees and her back. Sweeping her up into my arms, I lifted her just before she was about to collapse completely onto the cold concrete.

Any fear I had about ruining her fairytale ending disappeared when I felt her hand grasp my half hard cock, squeezing it lovingly.

"My...hero," she said breathlessly.

"My princess," I said, looking into her brown eyes, half closed in a post orgasmic state.

I held her there, cradling her as time seemed to stand still. When she caught her breath, she sighed. "You know...in my fantasies, your cock was never as big as it really turned out to be."

"Hmm...in mine, your nipples were just like they are now," I said as I leaned down and took one of them into my mouth.

"OOOHH!" she squealed as she felt my teeth scrap against it. 

"You okay?" I asked, knowing that she was.

"I don't think I could tell you how okay I am right now, baby. Your cock being bigger is just one of the things that made this so much better than my fantasy EVER was."

"Oh yeah...what else?" I smiled.

"In my dreams, you were always just my boyfriend...not my future husband," she said a she reached up with other hand, pulling my head down to kiss her.

~*~*~*~*~*~

We were walking back to her parent's home, a contented smile on my face; a sexy, impish one on hers.

"Did you like that baby?" she asked, for like the tenth time since she'd gotten dressed in the dugout.

"Yes, Anna...I did," I answered, like it was the first time I heard the question.

"What was your favorite part?" she wondered; a new follow up question I hadn't expected.

I thought for a second, and said, "I liked the fact that you thought about doing that to me years ago, and now it happened for real."

"Okay...that's a boring answer," she laughed.

"Boring...what do you mean boring?"

"I know it was exciting for you...maybe not as much as it was for me. But I could tell you were into it. So...what part did you like? What part got you, you know...excited?"

"Beyond the fact that you actually took me there, stripped off your dress, sucked me dry, and then laid there on the concrete and made yourself cum for me?" 

She giggled, thinking back to what she'd just done. "Yes...beyond that."

"Actually, I did have something cross my mind while you were doing it."

"Okay, what?" I pointed at the apartment building as we walked past it, that simple gesture reminding her of what we'd done there, and what happened afterward. She smiled wistfully and sighed, "The best night of my life." 

"Mine too. I was thinking about you, and what you did there that night for the first time."

She looked puzzled and said, "Really? What was that?" 

"You finally sucked me...all the way. I was thinking about how now you can do that whenever you want to."

"Mmm...thanks to Antonio," she giggled, referring to her practice dildo.

"Yeah...I was wondering if the girl that had those fantasies when she was in high school ever imagined doing that."

"I have to be honest, baby. The girl in high school couldn't imagine letting you cum in my mouth and loving it. I'm a different person now."

"So am I, babe...I have you now."

We walked silently, holding hands as we made our way down the sidewalk, past the apartments, past Matt's parent's house, turning the corner toward the Franklin home. I glanced at my watch as we headed up the driveway, wondering if we'd been gone just an hour, or if we'd somehow just made a return from a trip back in time.

"I love you, Neil," she said, stopping to kiss me under the tree where I'd asked her to marry me.

"I love you too, Anna."

~*~*~*~*~*~

The football game was just getting interesting; a plate of fresh pumpkin pie on the TV tray in front of me, and I took another bite. I was sitting in the Franklin basement, with my dad, Ann's dad and Alan. The Cowboys were playing the Philadelphia Eagles in a traditional Thanksgiving Day game in Dallas, and we were getting into it. That's when I heard the call from upstairs. The one I knew was coming. The one Ann had warned me about.

Alan groaned. "God...not again," he said dejectedly. "Why does she always do this in the middle of the game?"

"Tradition son," Marlin said, talking more about Jean's penchant for bad timing than the events of the day itself. "She just can't help herself."

"Well it's going to be even worse this year with Neil and Ann here," he whined.

"Maybe, but the longer we stall down here, the longer it'll take upstairs," he replied, as if resigned to the fate of Jean's...well, obsession.

The four of us trudged upstairs. Well, Alan trudged. Marlin didn't seem to care, really. And dad and I had yet to be initiated, so we didn't know any better. All we knew was, we were heading upstairs, and Jean was going to take family pictures.

We filed into the living room, where the ladies were waiting for us. At least, three of them were. Ann was nowhere to be seen, and that stunned me. The way she'd described the prospect of her mom taking our pictures sounded like a horrific experience. I knew it wouldn't be that bad, but now I was beginning to wonder. With Alan acting the way he was, and my fiancée disappearing altogether, I was suddenly nervous.

"Where's Ann?" I asked my mom while Jean fiddled with her big, expensive camera.

"She headed back to her room," she answered, pointing down the hallway.

"Great," I said to myself, wishing I had a sanctuary to run to, or a hole to crawl in.

"Betsy...Darren, let's start with you two and Neil," Jean said excitedly. She pointed to the fireplace on the far end of the living room, wanting to use that as a backdrop. 

I groaned a little, but mom grabbed my hand and said, "We'd love to." Pulling me towards the fireplace, she said, "We're guests, honey. And she's just trying to make us feel part of their family. So stop fussing."

"I'm not fussing," I whispered.

"Just give me a minute to get the lighting right," Jean said as she made some adjustments to the camera, and then to the window shades, trying to get things the way she wanted them.

Mom took the moment we had and said, "Yes, you are...and I don't want to hear it. You're the one marrying into their family, not your dad and I. And you don't see us complaining. The Franklin's have been nothing but wonderful today."

"Mom...I..."

That's when I got the 'Mom' stare. The one that freezes you in your tracks and you know you need to shut up, and behave...or else. "Neil Antonio Thomas, you need to mind your manners."

"I'm sorry Mom. I'm just surprised Ann's not here, that's all."

"Hmm...like how the two of you left for over an hour, and your dad and I were here alone?" 

"Oh my God...I'm sorry. Did something happen?" I asked, suddenly worried that the friendly get together had somehow gotten ugly while we were away fooling around.

"No...I just told you, the Franklin's have been absolutely wonderful hosts. But that didn't stop you from leaving."

"You're right. We shouldn't have done that."

"Nonsense. I know when Ann needs to get away. That's why I took her shopping yesterday, remember?"

"Yeah. Still..."

"My point is, you're relationship with her folks is going to be what you make it. You need to support her. But you also need to just relax and enjoy the time together. Remember what this day is all about?"

"Yes, Mom. It's Thanksgiving," I said, feeling like I was getting yet another parental lesson, which I suppose I was.

"Right. And do remember how your Thanksgivings were with your ex, and her parents?"

My eyes opened wide, the haunting images of the torturous Holidays I'd had to endure with my ex-wife's family flooding my brain like a repressed nightmare. "Damn," I said quietly as I realized how bad I'd had it, and how wonderful my relationship with Jean and Marlin really was.

"That's right. If anyone ought to be giving thanks right now, it's you, honey. You have a LOT to be thankful for, just like your dad and I do. And remember, you and Ann feed off of each other."

"What are you talking about?"

"I just told you that you need to support her...just like she does for you all the time."

"Yeah...and?"

"And if you can find a way to be thankful for her parents, including what Jean wants to do right now...that will go a long way to helping her deal with it. Your attitude affects hers more than you know. And I can tell you, from what I've seen, she does the same for you all the time."

"So you're saying that as a couple...we need to pick each other up emotionally?"

She leaned closer, kissing me on the cheek. "You always were smart," she said proudly. 

My parents and I spent probably ten minutes with Jean, letting her pose us in different ways before she realized she wanted Ann in some of the pictures too. And since she was still missing in action, Jean turned her sights...and lens, on Alan and Shelly.   

Jean was going on and on about how good the pictures were going to turn out, praising Shelly for her natural beauty. She was also commenting on her figure, which was pretty evident in that skimpy dress. What surprised me was her reaction to it.

"Shelly, you look really beautiful in that outfit," she said for at least the tenth time.

And she did. She looked incredibly sexy. That really didn't bother me. But as I stood against the back wall of the room waiting for my next turn in front of the camera, whenever that would be, I had to listen to Jean fawn over her daughter. And frankly, I got a little ticked. Mainly because I was thinking of the humble maroon dress Ann would be wearing for our photos.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 86



That is until she walked by me in a blue one. And not just any blue one. It was short, showing almost all of her long sexy legs, coming down just below her crotch and her amazing ass. It was slinky, tightly hugging every curve of her feminine, athletic frame. It was skimpy, with a plunging neckline that showed off the inside of her breasts, and a backless design showing bare skin from her shoulders all the way down to just above that shapely rear. It was stylish, the sensuous design cut perfectly to show off all the wonderful assets of her body. In a word, it was stunning. And so was Ann.

She had put on a pair of sexy black pumps, and she'd redone her hair, pulling it up high to show off her neckline. She'd changed her makeup, going from modest to glamorous...even alluring She was wearing the dangling earrings and the diamond necklace that I'd first seen when she was pretending to be Barbara, the high-class escort. Just making that connection made a shiver run through me...not unlike the one I had when I first saw her naked back pass by me in the dress itself.

Taking my hand, she held it, squeezing it tight, waiting for her mother to stop taking pictures of Alan and Shelly so that she could get to us.

"What are you up to?" I asked.

"Sorry, Neil. I just hope this doesn't get ugly." 

I could feel her hand shaking in mine. I switched hands, holding her left with mine, my right hand going to her lower back...stroking it lovingly. "It won't. I won't let it, I promise. Is this one of the things you bought last night?"

"Uh huh...I was going to save it for a special occasion, but I decided –"

"This is a special occasion, babe."

"I know. I was just hoping I'd be wearing this for just you."

"You are," I smiled.

"You're right. I just couldn't stand the thought of taking pictures in what I was wearing if Shelly gets to wear that," she said, nodding toward her sister. It wasn't like she was jealous...it was more about her mom's reaction, than it was anything against Shelly personally.

"Yeah, I was kind of feeling the same way a little bit ago."

"Well, I figured since I have home court advantage for once, I should take advantage of it," she shrugged. I loved her reference, thinking about how she could change clothes, but Shelly was stuck wearing what she had on. Not that it was bad. Shelly was a knockout. But Ann showed that she knew fashion like no other woman I'd ever met...and she knew how to use it to make a statement. I just wasn't sure yet what that statement was.

Jean finished the roll of film she had in the camera, and as she dug around in her camera bag for another, she asked, "Is Ann ready yet?"

"Yes Mom...I'm ready," she said with a nervous sigh.

Jean's back was to us, but she was tickled to hear her daughter's voice. "Good...I'll take pictures of you and Neil next. Alan...you and Shelly are done for a while," she said happily.

"Thank God," he said under his breath, the relief evident in his voice.



He took Shelly by the arm and led her away from the hearth of the fireplace. And that had Ann leading me there. As we passed Shelly, her eyes flew open when she got a look at Ann's new outfit, and I heard her catch her breath. That was followed by an exasperated huff, making Ann flash a naughty smile.

"Did you get the reaction you were hoping for?" I whispered.

"From Shelly? Yes. It's not the first time she's overdressed to make me look bad. But it's the first time I've trumped her. I know that sounds catty...but..."

"I understand, babe. I really do. Let's enjoy the moment," I smiled.

"You mean when this all blows up in my face when my mother actually looks at me?"

"I'm right here with you, Ann. It's going to be fine...I promise."

I was standing between her and her mother, and when Jean said she was ready, I winked at Ann and turned to stand on her left side, my right arm going around her shoulder, pulling her to me. Jean had the camera already lifted, and she began focusing, snapping a quick picture before realizing what she was looking at through the viewfinder.

Lowering her camera to match her jaw, she stared at her daughter, who was smiling brightly as she stood tall and proud. "Come on, Mom...let's get this going," she said confidently. 

"Anna Renee Franklin! What are you wearing? You look...you look..."

"Incredible," my mom said, just before I opened my mouth.

"I'll say," my dad chimed in. "You two look spectacular together. Of course, it's mostly her, son," he kidded, his way of trying to lighten the mood. 

"Well, that may be...but I'm not sure that it's appropriate for our family pictures."

"Really Jean?" I said, looking at Shelly, and then looking back to Ann. "That's funny...the reason I asked Ann to change for me was because of how Shelly's dressed. Jeez, you were just gushing all over her about what she's wearing." 

Sure, it wasn't necessarily the truth. I never asked Ann to change her outfit. But I wanted her to as soon as I saw Shelly. Besides, I had to come to her rescue. After all, my parents both had.



"No I wasn't...I was just..."

"Yes you were Jean," Marlin laughed.

"I don't think I was dear," she said defensively. "Besides, you have to admit Ann looks..."

"Just like you did when you were her age," Marlin smiled.

"What?" 

"Ann...she looks a lot like you when you were younger."

"What does that have to do with what she's wearing?"

"Will you listen to yourself? I thought you'd gotten past that," he said as he moved closer to his wife.

"Gotten past what?"

"Look at Ann, Jean," he said, placing his finger on her chin to move her head lovingly toward where we were standing. "Look at her."

"I am."

"What do you see? Is the dress the only thing you see? Can you see the woman in it...the one with the young man next to her?"

"Well of course I see them."

"Don't look at the surface, honey. You always look at the package, instead of what's inside. That's what gets you lost every time. For someone that loves to take pictures, you rarely see the bigger one."

"What are you saying?"

"Look at Ann...look at Neil. Do you see what I see?"

"I don't know, Marlin. What DO you see?" she said, confused and a little irritated.

"I see our daughter. She's dressed like that because that's who she is. I'm not sure why that's such a problem for you, but you need to accept it."

"I don't have a problem with the dress in general, Marlin. I just don't think it's appropriate for our family pictures."

"I think you're full of shit," he said with a grin.

"MARLIN!"

"I'm serious Jean. Neil was right. You were fawning all over Shelly. And no offense Shelly, but you know you wore that dress to get under Ann's skin. It's not the first time you've done that."

Shelly was a little surprised to be singled out, and tried to defend herself. "No I...." 

"Yes you did, Shell...and I think it would be best if you and I just remain on the sideline and sit this one out," Alan said calmly. 

That move surprised me. It wasn't the Alan I knew. That alone told me he'd matured more than I'd really given him credit for. To her credit, Shelly listened to her him and closed her mouth. 

Marlin continued, saying, "Look at Ann again, Jean...look at her face and tell me what you see. Please."

"I see..." Her words caught in her throat as she looked at Ann. She got emotional, a tear forming in her eye. "I can see that she's happy," she said after a long pause.

He put his arm around his wife and said, "She's in love, honey. And if she wants to wear a sexy dress in our family pictures because Neil asked her to, then I think we should be a little more flexible, don't you?"

"Yes...you're right."

"I know I'm right. Hell, just a few months ago, YOU were wearing one of Ann's sexy little outfits. And if I remember right, I took a picture of you wearing it." She giggled and he said, "I have to tell you, hon, I would have given my left nut to have a picture of you in a dress like that when you were Ann's age."

"Marlin!" she said, playfully hitting him on his arm.

"I'm dead serious, Jean. Maybe she'll let you borrow that one later," he laughed, hugging his wife.

~*~*~*~*~*~

I was restless. And there was no doubt I felt full. I'd eaten way too much, but I always did that at Thanksgiving. At the same time, I felt a calmness fall over me. Or maybe it was just a certain sense of relief. 

It wasn't the number of trips I'd made to the Franklin kitchen that had me feeling restless, or the amount of food I'd piled on my plate each time I went in there. I was feeling that way because I was back at my parent's house, back in my old room, back in my old bed. And I was alone. 

And as I lay there, I couldn't get Ann and what we'd done the night before off of my mind. And that made me restless. I could still smell her perfume on the pillowcase. The womanly scent from our lovemaking was also left behind, the faint aroma of sex still on the sheets and in the room. I took a deep breath, filling my nostrils, taking in the sweet fragrant remnants of my lover. Maybe it was just in my imagination, but I was sure I could smell it, and that made me restless.

And still, the calm that I felt made that restlessness bearable. It seemed an odd combination; to be both anxious and peaceful at the same time. But I knew that the edge I felt was because Ann was a few blocks away and I wanted to feel her next to me. The serenity that I was experiencing came from the way our day ended at her parent's house.

With so many of us coming to her defense, including the unexpected support of Alan, Jean finally softened. It reminded me of her passion for taking pictures. Even though she'd gotten a lot better about how she interacted with her daughter, she reverted to how she always looked at Ann through the camera, more concerned with the package than what was inside. She literally became so focused on the dress that she totally lost sight of that bigger picture...that Ann was happy, and about to become a bride. It was only when she was collectively told by those of us in the room that she needed to widen her 'lens' that she finally got it.

When she saw Ann standing there, her personality beaming for the camera with me at her side, she broke down. And that led to Ann walking across the room and hugging her mom. That led to an amazing evening. The Franklin's...all of them, truly welcomed my family, and treated us all as just that...family. 

We ate. We shared stories. We watched football. We ate some more. We played games. We kidded each other. We laughed together. It was one of the best Thanksgivings I'd ever had. And as I lay there in my old bed, restless as I was, I had a contented smile on my face. The day, and night, had turned out so much better than I'd expected, and that made me joyful inside.

And while I missed Ann, I couldn't help but feel like she was with me. 

"I can't wait to be married," I sighed happily as I closed my eyes.



Ann: A Love Story Ch. 87



© 2012, All rights reserved -- mimaster

~*~*~*~*~*~

Her fingers felt like magic, making my entire body tingle. It was relaxing and nerve-racking at the same time; her mere proximity affecting me in so many ways. As she ran them through my hair, feeling the strands with her delicate touch, I couldn't help but feel a little melancholy about the moment. And whatever sad feelings I happened to be having, I was doing far better than she was.

Tina was a wreck, fighting back tears as she cut my hair. It was Friday night, and Ann and I were in her shop after hours. Tina said that she wanted to cut my hair for the wedding, insisting that she was going to do it for free. She had just trimmed Ann's moments before, and she'd be styling it for her the day of the wedding, taking on an unusual additional task for a maid of honor. And that magical day was just a little over a week away. 

She had said cutting it then would allow time for our hair to grow a little, just enough to make us both look fantastic for the ceremony. I didn't see how it would make that much of a difference, what with it just being a week. But I trusted her as much as I trusted Ann. Besides, she was amazing at her job. If she thought it was a good idea, I wasn't going to argue the point.

Still, she was struggling, struck by the finality of what she was doing.

"This is the last time I'm ever going to get to cut your hair," she sniffed. 

"Tina, stop saying that," I replied.

"But it is," she sniffed again.

Ann had been admiring the job Tina had done as she looked at herself in the mirror, sitting in the chair next to my left, but she'd also been listening. And she felt compelled to reach out to her as only she could.

"Tina, I know this is hard. Believe me...it's hard for us too. But it's not like you're never going to see us again. We won't let that happen, I promise."

"What...a couple of times a year when you come back to visit?" she scoffed, choosing to stay in her little funk.

"Yes...but you can always come out to see us anytime you want to. And I promise we'll have a good time."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Use your imagination," she giggled.

"What?"

"I'm saying, when you come out to see us, do you want to cut our hair...or would you rather find another way to spend that time?"

The room fell silent for a moment; just the sound of the scissors in Tina's hand swiping through my hair, making precise cuts. She appeared to be calm, focusing on her job. But I could tell by the look on her face reflected in the mirror that she was thinking about what Ann had just said...and insinuated.

After a couple of minutes, she stopped and looked at her directly. "So, you're saying that even after you're married...we..." Her voice trailing off at the mere thought of finishing her sentence, as if the enormity of what she was about to say became too much to verbalize.

Ann toyed with her hair, twisting a long strand seductively around her finger; her reaction flirtatious as she gave a quick glance over to Tina. "Of course we will. Why wouldn't we?" she winked.

"Well, because you'll be married, for one."

She turned in her chair, looking her in the eyes, a soft smile on her face. "Yes, we'll be married. I love Neil. And he loves me. But that doesn't change who we are as individuals, or as a couple. It just means we belong to each other forever."

"Which should mean..."

"That when it comes to you, nothing changes. Neil loves you, don't you baby?"

"Yep," I replied, not even having to think about it.

"See...and you KNOW how I feel about you."

"Yeah," she said sheepishly, her shoulders rising as she took a deep breath, nodded her head in agreement.

"Well, as much as each of us loves you, Tina, I think as a couple we love you even more."

"Yep," I said again.

Her eyes widened, and she sighed. "Really?" she said almost in disbelief. 

Ann grinned. "Of course we do. And that means when you come out to visit, the three of us are going to have a lot of fun."

"I'd like that," she said as she went back to work, suddenly in a much better mood. Her change in demeanor was incredible, and instantaneous. She was practically humming as she snipped and styled my hair. Suddenly her magical fingers were having the same effect on me that they usually had. I always loved how she played with my hair when she cut it...even when she was upset like she'd been when I sat down and she put the black smock over me. But now that she was into it, so to speak, I was too. And that wasn't lost on Ann.

"I can see why Neil came here to get his hair cut," she laughed.

"What?" Tina said, oblivious about the effect she was having on me. 

"You have him squirming in the chair."

"What do you mean?" 

"I mean that I think Neil is regretting wearing jeans today. He's got to be pretty cramped by now."

"Maybe he should have worn gym shorts," she giggled.

"Gym short would have just gotten me in trouble," I moaned as Tina's hands roamed over my scalp.

"Why is that, baby?"

"I think you know why, Anna."

"What...you think I don't know how turned on you get when Tina cuts your hair? You've told me about it a thousand times." 

"Of course I know that you know. That's why you wanted us to get our haircuts together tonight...so nothing would happen," I laughed.

Ann got up and walked over to me in silence, blocking my reflection in the mirror. The devilish grin on her face made a chill run up my spine. Squatting in front of me, she ran her hands under the smock, her palms rubbing against my thighs. Peering into my eyes, she reached my crotch, deftly opening my zipper and extracting my growing cock. Seconds later, she was back in her seat, eyeing the tenting material on my lap.

Catching Tina's face in the mirror, I saw that she was just as confused about what Ann had done as I was. We both looked at her, sitting in the chair next to us with her legs crossed and a satisfied look on her face

"What was that all about?" Tina finally asked.

"Well, there are a couple of reasons why I wanted to get my hair cut with him tonight. First, it's more practical. I get to spend more time with him, and I get to be with you. But contrary to what he thinks, I didn't come here with him to keep anything from happening between the two of you. I came because I was hoping to see what happens."

My cock flinched underneath the fabric, but I was still confused, saying "Huh?" It was like my brain didn't really connect the dots, but my other head was totally getting it.

"You've told me about Tina and your haircuts so many times, I wanted to see what happens for myself."

"See what happens?" Tina smiled.

"Uh huh. You know...just pretend I'm not here."

"Ann, if you weren't here, nothing would happen," I said matter of factly.

"Okay...pretend I'm here then," she laughed.

"Which brings us back to where we started." 

"Not exactly. We started with your cock in your pants. Now it's not. You two can take it from there."

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?" I asked innocently.

"Like I said, pretend I'm here...because I am. I want to watch." She put her hands behind her head, elbows out as she settled deeper into the chair.

"You just want to watch?" Tina asked, sounding disappointed. "You're not going to...join us?"

"No...I think I'll sit this one out."

"Are you sure? I'd really..." 

"Let's say that I have to sit this one out," she winked.

"Huh...ooohhhh," Tina nodded, realizing that Ann had started her period. 

"Yeah," she smiled.

"Wow...well, thank God you got it now."

"Yeah, I know. I started this morning, so I should be good by Thursday."

"You better be!"

"Why would you care if it's over by Thursday?" I asked.

"That's the day of her bachelorette party."

I looked at Tina's reflection, my eyes narrowing as they met hers. "And just why would it be important for her to finish her period before the bachelorette party?"

"Women are no different than men, Neil. They should get a chance to have one last night of unbridled sex as a single woman, just like a man gets. Don't you think?"

"Okay, first, I never got a night like that the first time I got married, and I'm not going to this time either. Second, if you're planning to have some guy fuck Ann, you can think again!"

Tina put her hands on my shoulders, a sweet smile appearing as she leaned next to my ear. "First, you don't know what Matt has planned for you, or who might be helping him plan it," she whispered, not wanting Ann to hear her. "And second, I never said anything about a guy fucking Ann, did I?"

"What?"

"I said 'unbridled sex'...I never said it would be with a guy." 

Tina slid her hands down the front of my body, feeling my chest as she started licking my ear. Her hot breath landed on my neck, making me shiver with excitement. And that feeling grew as her hand drifted down to my crotch, feeling my erection through the fabric of the smock.

"Let me finish cutting your hair, and then I'll take care of this," she said, squeezing my shaft.

~*~*~*~*~*~ 

"Are you cutting each one individually," I moaned, the tip of my cock straining against the smock.

It was throbbing, and in my brain I was sure it was a deep shade of purple from the way it felt. That probably wasn't really true, but I couldn't tell for sure. Not with Tina still cutting my hair. Or pretending to cut it.

She'd been taking her time, dragging out what was supposed to be a trim, making it last forever. All the while, she was using her fingers in my hair, and driving me wild in the process. She was going out of her way to make me hard, knowing that everything she did made my cock flinch. And it wasn't hard for her to tell the effect she was having on me; she could see the smock moving on my lap. 

The fabric felt almost like silk, and it was rubbing against the head in ways that was making things worse. Or better. Precum was flowing, creating a darkened spot over my crotch from the wetness. And that spot was growing.

"I have to take my time to make sure you look good for the wedding," she giggled

"You're going to have a mess on your hands pretty soon." 

"I'm counting on it," she playfully responded as she leaned forward, pressing her big tits against my back once again. "Maybe I can talk your girlfriend into cleaning it up when we're done."

"I'm just an observer tonight," Ann chimed in.

Tina finally finished my trim, and I knew what was going to happen next. At least I thought I did. Whenever she finished the cutting, she always grabbed some styling gel. It was one of the things I looked forward to the most. The way her fingers would lightly run through my hair, her fingertips grazing my scalp as she applied it; that was what originally caused my body to respond in such a primal way the first time she ever cut my hair. After that, every time she touched my head I'd have that reaction, my cock growing uncontrollably. 

But instead of getting a glob of the gel from the tube and standing behind me like she'd always done before, she stood in front of me with a sexy grin on her face. Grabbing the tube, she climbed on my lap, her knees next to my thighs as she dangled her feet next to my knees. She slowly ground her crotch over mine as she squeezed some gel onto her fingers.

Throwing the container of gel back onto the counter of her station, she winked at me and said, "If you play your cards right, maybe I'll squeeze something sticky out of you."

"That's the corniest thing you've ever said to me," I laughed.

"Maybe so...but you're thinking about it," she replied as she ran her fingers delicately through my hair, styling it. Jumping off my lap, she washed her hands in the sink, and then she came back and held out her hand. "C'mon, Neil. Let's go in back and I'll take care of you."

Ann smiled and said, "Uh-uh. I want to watch you...right here."

Tina laughed and said, "Okay...let me turn off the lights."

"Nope. Just like you are."

Her head snapped in Ann's direction. "Are you crazy?"

"There's so much wording on the windows people can't see in anyway. Besides, I'm blocking you."

Tina's hands went to her hips. "They can still see inside if they want. I'm not getting naked with the lights on, Ann."

"I never said you have to get naked. You're a smart woman, Tina. Be creative."

The impish grin on Tina's face lit up the already bright room. "Take off your pants, Stud. I'll be right back."

She scampered off to the back room, leaving me there wondering what the hell was about to happen. "Are you sure about this, babe?" I asked Ann.

She got up and walked over to me again. First she flicked off my shoes, before reaching underneath my smock for the second time. She avoided my cock while she unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my jeans. Nodding at me to lift my hips, she slid my Levi's down my legs. Tossing the denim onto the counter, she winked again and said, "Yes, baby. I'm sure. This is going to mean a lot to Tina, so don't hold back, okay?"

"It's Tina," I snickered.

'What's that mean?"

"You want me to fuck her, right?" I questioned, making sure there were no misconceptions.

"Of course...why?"

"Because, when it comes to Tina, there is no holding back...that's the only way she likes it."

Ann gave me a loving glance and said, "Maybe that's the only way she knows how."

I felt my eyes squinting as I questioned her statement. "The only way? W...what?"

"Maybe no one's ever taken the time to show her the benefits of going slow and deliberate, Neil. You certainly haven't."

"But that's because that's not what she wanted."

"I don't think it's what either of you wanted, frankly. I can certainly understand you wanting it like that when you first got together. You'd gone without sex for so long, and there was the thrill of it and all. But did you ever ask her, or ever try to slow it down?" she asked as she sat back in the chair next to me.

Thinking about it, I couldn't remember ever considering fucking Tina in a way other than flat out hammering her. We both loved it, and the energetic romps we'd shared were always amazing on every level. But she always seemed to press me...urging me to go harder and faster, almost like she was scared to go slower. Maybe she thought I might change my mind about fucking her altogether, fearful that I would feel we were getting too close. That was fresh on my mind when she walked out of her office toward me.

She was wearing a thin white coat, the kind that all of her girls wore when they cut hair. It looked sort of like a stylish lab coat, buttoning all the way down the front, the bottom coming just past her crotch. It was interesting that she was wearing one, as she never did when she worked. She insisted on her staff wearing them while they cut hair, wanting them to look professional. She was the lone exception, choosing to stand out from the crowd. It was one of the perks she gave herself for being the boss.

There was just one button closed on the coat, two thirds of the way down. It was easy to tell that she was naked underneath, but that didn't dampen the thrill as she sauntered over to me. The spikes of her heels clacked against the tile floor as she strutted, making her hips sway seductively. It was her natural walk, and I grinned like a little kid as I saw the inner globes of her breasts bouncing underneath the loose folds of the coat.

When she reached the chair, she swung it around, making me spin until I faced her. I'd seen that look in her eyes many times...one of pure, animalistic lust. She wanted to fuck. She needed to fuck. And as she opened the button on the coat, unleashing her sexy, curvaceous body...it was clear that she was going to fuck.

Reaching for the front of the black smock covering my body, she lifted it slowly, biting her lip like a horny woman about to do something deliciously naughty, which she was. When the sight of my throbbing cock caught her eye, the shaft glistening from the precum that had been flowing, she gasped as if she was seeing it for the first time.

"Are you ready for me to fuck your brains out, Stud," she hissed as she stepped forward, ready to pounce on me.

Grabbing her wrist, I pulled her toward me with a quick jerk, making her fall into my arms. She squealed at first, and then giggled, until she saw the serious look in my eyes. "No, Tina. But I am ready to make love to you," I said as I pressed my lips against hers.

I could hear Ann practically swoon from the other chair, reacting like she was watching some romantic movie, albeit a pornographic one. My left hand went to the back of Tina's head, my fingers running through her blonde locks like she'd done to me so many times while styling my hair. My other hand held her to me as I gently kissed her, my mouth parting ever so slightly so I could graze my tongue against her trembling lips.

I could feel her shaking as she kissed me back, moaning into my mouth as I took my time, and taking control of what we were about to do in the process. We kissed for several minutes; each time she started to press forward and be more aggressive, hoping to move to something else, I'd back off and kiss her cheek, or her neck.

The fourth or fifth time she tried to assert some kind of control, I pulled back and licked at her right ear, away from the side where Ann was sitting. "You need to relax and let go tonight," I whispered.

"What?" she responded, louder than she probably intended.

"Ssshhh...quiet lover," I said as my hand moved up underneath her coat to the small of her back, touching her lightly as she leaned farther forward.

"L...lover?"

"That's right. I told you...I'm making love to you."

She shivered again as I brought my lips to hers. I could feel her chest swelling as she let the emotions of the moment take over. But I could also feel her start to relax after a little bit, letting me kiss her...letting me start to take her where she really wanted to go. Lifting her tiny frame up, I had her straddle me, her knees near my hips as she settled in place.

My left hand moved further underneath the coat to her upper back, caressing her skin. My right hand moved to her left breast, massaging it...lifting it slightly. I felt her nipple stiffen when I gently rubbed my thumb across it. Normally, she would have begged me to twist or pull them. Instead, when I brought my other hand to her chest, she started to mumble. She sucked in her breath as she felt me stimulating her hard nubs, flicking them back and forth as I kissed her harder.

I let my right hand trail down her body, stroking her silky skin with the lightest touch I could muster. She giggled as my fingers crossed her tight abdomen, tickling as they bushed against her hard body. 

"You're not going to tease me, are you?" she said nervously.

"No. I told you...I'm going to make love to you," I said as my hand moved to her bare crotch, feeling her smoothly shaved pubic mound. As my middle finger slid lower, I let it graze against her clit, and she let out a little yelp. She bit her lip, her eyes widening in anticipation as I moved my hand further. 

I felt the wetness on my fingers, the slippery folds of her pussy splitting as I moved my hand back and forth. She snapped her eyes shut and held her breath, waiting to see if I'd be true to my word. And while there were times when being playful and teasing would make lovemaking more incredible, this wasn't one of them. I wanted Tina to know from the very start that I was serious about my intentions.

I was amazed that she hadn't ignored my suggestion that she let me take things slow. She was so wet that I knew she wanted a hard, fast fuck to give her the orgasm she seemed to now desperately need. Frankly, I expected her to take matters into her own hands and grab my shaft, stuffing it into her wet slit. But she was letting me do what I wanted to with her...and that meant I wasn't going to tease her. Instead, I sank my middle finger into her waiting cunt, feeling her walls grip me as I slowly went deeper and deeper. 




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 87



"Oh God," she moaned in her high pitched voice.

I fucked her like that for a little while and she responded by grinding her hips. Her movements were measured and graceful, allowing me more room for my hand to move. Sliding in a second finger, she gasped at first, the edges of her mouth rising in a pleasured smile. Grabbing onto my shoulders, she bit at her lower lip as I moved my hand, going as deep as I could with each little thrust of my wrist.

She was nearing an orgasm, much to her surprise. I could feel her start to tense, and she made a quick move with her hips, trying to bring it about faster. I pulled back, my fingers resting at her wet entrance, making her whine.

"Neil...please," she mouthed, her words trapped in her throat.

"Don't try to force it, lover. Just let it come to you. I promise it will be worth it," I whispered as I toyed with her nipple with my other hand. 

She sighed when I slipped my middle finger back inside, her hands going to the back of my neck as she slumped forward against me. Curling my finger, I started searching for her G-spot. She got a strange look on her face as I explored her pussy, wondering what I was doing to her. It took a couple of minutes, but I finally seemed to find that magical place, stimulating it with my fingertip.

"Oh God...Oh...FUCK!" she screamed out as she bent backward, lifting her hips up as she came.

My left hand flew to her back, holding her body in case her hands let go of my neck. She was breathing rapidly through her parted lips, her chest rising and falling as she came on my hand. I gazed into her half-closed eyes, watching her orgasm take control.

She slumped forward again when she finished, and I brought my fingers to my mouth, smiling as I licked them clean of her sweet juices. As I did, her hand reached down and gripped my thick shaft, stroking it a couple times as she recovered. Taking a deep breath, she calmed and lowered her pelvis, guiding the head of my cock into her slick cunt.

My hands held her sides, gripping her just under her heavy tits. "Easy. Remember, we're going to go nice and easy," I said with a reassuring smile.

She nodded her answer, slowly sinking her tiny frame down over my cock. We both let out a contented sigh as our groins melded together. The heat from her pussy made my cock flinch inside as she held herself still for a moment, getting used to me once again. 

The throbbing of my shaft made her groan and she grabbed my shoulders, steadying herself as she lifted her body. She started riding me, my shaft sliding in and out of her tight pussy in slow motion. Her strokes were fluid, hips moving in an elliptical motion, creating friction in many different ways. My hands held firm underneath her breasts, using them for leverage as I helped guide her body.

Our eyes locked, and I stared past her irises, searching for the woman inside. For the first time, I could feel her...the heated passion within starting to come to the surface. Every time we'd been together before, it was like she was running on rocket fuel; the sex was a burst of highly concentrated energy that was powerful, and in some ways dangerous. It was also amazing, sending us soaring together to wonderful heights of sexual pleasure.

This was more along the lines of a newly forming volcano. There was still an incredible source of hot, burning energy involved. But her passion was now molten, the fiery lava bubbling underneath, looking for a way to release. As she slowly ground her pussy over my cock, the pressure was steadily building inside her sexy body. She moaned softly, her voice cracking whenever she'd passionately speak my name.

"Oh...Neil! This...this is so...oh...GOD!" she said, her words hushed.

I thumbed her nipples once again, making light circles around them...trying to barely touch them. She moved her chest forward, hoping that I'd stimulate them more. But as I continued my subtle approach, I felt her cunt contract, a tiny orgasm hitting her, covering my shaft with her warm release. 

"Oooohhh..." she sighed, her dreamy eyes first opening wide, before closing slowly.

"There are many more coming, lover...just be patient," I whispered.

And there would be. That was just a little ripple, a foreshadowing of the coming flood. She rolled her hips, her flat stomach undulating as she moved up and down over my cock. Her strokes were shortening a little, leaving more and more of my shaft buried inside. I could feel her pussy stretching over me, the tightness of her entrance gripping at the base of my rigid pole. 

Leaning forward, I kissed her neck, and then moved down to her left shoulder, nibbling at her skin as she lifted her body up and down with her powerful thighs. She moaned as I scraped my teeth along the top of her shoulder, leaving a wet trail as I went.

"Oh...N...Neil," she stammered, another small shockwave rolling through her, my groin getting wetter as she had her second little orgasm.

Her grip tightened on my shoulders, and she leaned in to kiss me again. As our lips met, my hands moved down her sides, and then to her ass. My fingers spread wide, digging into her flesh as I gripped her cheeks, pulling them apart slightly. Moaning into my mouth, she made one hard, sharp stroke, ramming her crotch down onto mine. 

I thought that was the beginning, thinking she was about to shift into another gear and start all out fucking me. But when my hands moved up to her lower back, she returned to the steady rhythm she'd been using, although the strokes were a little longer...her body coming of off of me farther, exposing more of my shaft as she went.

A minute later, my hands drifted back to that wonderful ass and she growled under her breath. But she continued her loving pace. She was fighting her inner desires; the naughty devil on her left shoulder demanding that she fuck me, while the voluptuous angel on her right begged her to continue to ride me like she was, telling her that she'd be rewarded. I could see the struggle in her half-closed eyes as she leaned back slightly.

"Are you okay?" I asked, wanting to hear her voice.

"Oh...oh God yes," she panted, her hands going to her head. 

Mine moved up her back once more, underneath the white coat she was sort of wearing for cover. I held her, not wanting her to fall backwards...and that's what she wanted as she leaned back even more. She pulled my shaft back with her, forcing it to drag across her clit at an acute angle as she moved. The rolling motion of her hips was now exaggerated, the stimulation she was feeling more intense.

As she ran her fingers through her hair, her breathing became shallow and ragged, her heavy breasts bouncing as she rode on my cock. 

"Cum for me lover. Cum for me," I said as I felt her body start to shake.

"Oh yes...please yes!" she called out as she heard me. "Please...PLEASE!" she pleaded, needing to let go. 

She came. Not with a tiny ripple, or even a steady stream. The dam burst, letting the raging river it had been holding back run rampant through her body. Slamming down onto my shaft, she reared back, grabbing onto my biceps through the smock as she unleashed a low howl from deep inside her chest. Flinging her head back, tits jutting out from the open front of her coat, she looked like a goddess as her orgasm assailed her body. I sighed as I looked at how beautiful she was as she came. 

She fell forward, her head resting on my broad shoulder as I held her in my arms. My nails were grazing up and down her back, lightly scratching her skin as I sat beneath her in the chair, waiting for her to come back to me.

"That was incredible," she finally said, lifting her head off my shoulder long enough to kiss me.

"Yeah...it was," I smiled as she sucked at my lower lip.

"Hold on, lover...I'm going to go just a little faster now. But we're still making love, okay," she said, wanting to assure me she wasn't reverting to how we usually acted when we had sex.

At that point I didn't care. I was hard as granite and I needed to cum. Yet she started out just as she had finished, going slow and deliberate as she moved up and down over my shaft. She was leaning forward toward me with her forearms on the back of the chair near my head, bringing her big tits nearer to my face.

Gradually picking up speed, the wet sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room. Her head returned to my shoulder, her face turned toward the front of the store...toward Ann, who was sitting in silence, watching as we made love, now coming closer and closer to all out fucking. I couldn't see her, what with Tina's head blocking my view. But I didn't need to see her. I could actually feel her smile as she sat there watching us. 

Tina's hips moved faster, her body banging against mine, her arms draped around my neck lovingly as her fingers traipsed through my hair just like they did when she cut it. Just that touch, that small little connection she was making as she fucked me, let me know she was still thinking about making love.

Actually, she WAS making love. Sure, there were times where making love could be mistaken for just fucking. But the way she was moving and moaning, the way she was caressing me as we coupled together...I could feel her passion. I had no doubts that Ann could see it as well. Hell, there was just as good a chance that she could feel it too.

I know I certainly could feel it...especially on my cock. Her tight cunt gripped at my shaft, and each time she rammed herself down onto my lap, I felt myself drawing nearer. I felt my cock start to throb more than it had been, and she must have felt it too. 

"Cum inside me, Neil," she whispered, just before kissing me.

Just hearing those words had me leaning back and bucking my hips up into her, forcing my cock deeper inside her wet cunt. She hissed and slammed down onto me, meeting my thrusts. 

"Oh...FUCK...TIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNAAAAAAAAAA!" I growled as I broke off the kiss.

I stopped moving, and started blasting my load into her waiting womb, filling her with six to seven huge blasts of my hot cum. I wanted her to just slam down onto me so I could do a better job of what she'd asked...cumming inside her. Instead, she kept fucking me. She was only lifting up a couple of inches before letting what little body weight she had on her small frame drop back onto me. But they were hard, and they were coming even faster because of the shorter strokes she was making. My cock was a little over-sensitized...the head tingling from my climax. But I was still hard and she was nearing another orgasm, so I put up with the minor discomfort I was feeling, instead concentrating on giving her what she'd just given me.

"Cum on my cock, Tina," I said softly as I placed my hands on her hips, guiding her over me.

"Oh...yes," she whispered back, desperately wanting to do just that.

As she slammed into me, she was making a white frothy mess of my crotch, my cum getting churned up inside her, seeping out around my shaft, some settling on my balls. She was a mess too; our combined juices getting smeared all over her inner thighs as well as her smooth bare mound. And the mess we were making together got messier when she arched her back once more.

"OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH!" she shrieked, her body slamming down onto my shaft like I thought she would earlier.

"That's it lover," I said as I rubbed her ribs, my thumbs slipping up underneath her breasts.

~*~*~*~*~*~

"Are you sure you don't want to clean me up," Tina giggled as she stood near the rear door of her shop.

"No thanks...I'm good," Ann smiled, staring at the trail of cum dripping down Tina's sexy inner thighs.

Tina had taken off the white jacket she'd been sort of wearing to cover herself, throwing it on the black couch in the back of her shop. I'd put my jeans back on when we'd finished, but she took off the smock, choosing to walk naked through the shop. It was her way of showing off for me one more time before I left. 

She even said, "I want you to get a good look before you go, Neil. It's going to be a while until you get to see me naked again."

I laughed, but that didn't stop me from drinking in her sexy body standing there in just her heels, with my load dripping out of her pussy. 

It was a wonderful sight. But even more wonderful was the total transformation in her demeanor. The fact that she was now saying that I'd get to see her naked again was a remarkable admission; one that we both felt as those words left her teasing lips. 

When she caught me staring...well, leering, she asked Ann about cleaning her up. I wasn't surprised that she hadn't changed her mind. It had to be hard enough just watching Tina and me have sex. Participating by eating her would have had her wanting some kind of reciprocation and what with being on her period, that wasn't going to happen.

Tina knew that as well...she could see it in her eyes. So she let the subject drop and reached out to hug her friend.

"Thanks for letting me...play with Neil," she said, suddenly feeling bashful.

"You mean make love to him?" Ann winked, holding on to Tina's shoulders.

"Well, yeah. I just have a hard time saying that. I'd rather say I fucked him."

"But you didn't. You two made love...for the first time. Why is that so hard to say?"

"Because, he belongs to you," she reasoned. "It's still hard for me to believe sometimes that you still let me...you know. I can understand a threesome, but this...this was different."

"I was still here, Tina. That's all that matters. Did you enjoy it?"

"Oh GOD...you know I did."

They hugged again and Ann said, "Then it's okay to say it."

"Okay...thanks for letting me make love to Neil, Ann."

"You're welcome. It was incredible watching you."

"Can I tell you something?" she asked, blushing.

"Of course."

"I loved looking into your eyes there at the end. That was so..." Her voice cracked with emotion; the moment too much for her to finish her thought. "I love you both so much!" 

She broke down, the tears streaming down her face again as she hugged Ann. But they were joyous tears...and that had both Ann and I getting a little misty as well.

"We love you too," Ann sniffed.

"Yes...we do," I seconded as I swallowed Tina's naked body into my arms, the three of us embracing.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Ann wiped the tiny tear from the corner of her eye, sniffing a little as I drove us through town. We were heading to the local Dairy Queen to get a bite to eat, and to give us a chance to both wind down from what just happened back at Tina's shop. It was one of thousands and thousands of little trips I'd taken in that small town, all of them literally lasting less than five minutes. Yet this trip seemed longer...a lot longer.

It felt that way because of the silence. She was emotional when she got into the car, and I could tell from the second I closed my door and started the engine that I needed to just let her be. Sometimes, the worst thing a man can do is ask questions, or try to solve problems involving feelings when it comes to women. It's what we're wired to do, but that doesn't mean it helps. Most of the time, it backfires. I'd just had an incredible experience with Tina. I wasn't about to ruin that moment by trying to find out what was bothering Ann.

That didn't mean it didn't eat at me. Far from it. For the first time, I actually understood the phrase 'the silence was deafening'. There was this loud hush going on in my head, even with the stereo playing softly as background noise to the hum of the engine revving as I shifted gears. The longer it went on, the louder it seemed to get. 

When she sank her teeth into her flame-grilled burger, covered with more toppings and condiments than I could count, a smile appeared at the edges of her mouth. Sitting across from her in the booth, I saw her relax as she winked at me. Just that little gesture made my heart skip a beat, and I sighed as I bit into my grilled chicken sandwich. 

She was toying with an onion ring, her foot resting on the seat next to my leg, when she poked me with her toe.

"Hey you," she said softly.

"Hey," I responded, thankful that the silence was finally broken. Well, other than when we ordered our food. But I sat there trying not to make too big a deal of it.

"Thanks."

"Thanks for what, dinner?" I laughed as I nibbled on a fry.

"Yeah...that too," she giggled.

"Okay, what are you thanking me for?"

"For being you, silly."

"Well it's not like I have a choice. I only know how to be me," I shrugged, playing along with her own sudden silliness.

Rubbing her foot along my thigh, she smiled. "I just love how you know how to read me, Neil."

"I'm not following."

"Yes you are. You just don't want to say it."

"Say what Ann? I really don't know what you mean."

"Back in the car...you knew I needed a moment, and I'm thanking you for that. I'm also grateful that you know me so well already that you could tell that."

"You know, there's going to come a time when I won't pick up on how you're feeling, and I'm going to piss you off."

She shrugged nonchalantly. "Yeah...probably. That's all the more reason for me to thank you now. It'll help remind me just how lucky I am to have you."

"I'm guessing when that time comes, I may have to remind you myself," I laughed.

"Feel free. I don't mind you calling me on it if I'm out of line. It may not make a difference when I'm really mad, but eventually I'll calm down, and realize you were right."

I raised my finger, and said, "Ah...the big question is, will you ADMIT I'm right?" 

"Probably not," she snickered as she moved her foot inside my legs, the toe of her high-heeled shoe pressing gently against my balls through my jeans. "But that doesn't mean I won't go the extra mile when we have make-up sex."

"There's a happy thought."

"Well, I'm happy. Sorry for being so down in the car a little while ago."

"It's okay," I said, taking another bite of my sandwich.

"It was exciting watching you with Tina," she said with a lilting laugh. "Just hard not being able to, you know..."

"Then why did you put yourself through that? We didn't have to."

"Because I love you, and I love Tina. And while I'm sure you'll tell me you didn't need to do that, she did."

I thought about what she said for a quick second...thinking back to how Tina reacted while we were together. "Actually, I think you're right. I could feel it."

"Uh huh. It wasn't something I planned, but it was worth it seeing how it ended. Actually, I didn't see that much. You were both kind of covered, and the way she was sitting, there wasn't a lot of skin showing."

"Sorry," I chuckled.

"No...it was actually hotter. That's what made it so hard for me. I got really turned on, and now I have to wait until my damn period's over to do anything about it."

"Well...I suppose..."

She put her hand up and said, "Let's not go there, baby. I can handle it. Besides, that will make next weekend even better. I'll be so desperate to cum by then I'll be willing to do anything for you on our wedding night!"

I arched my eyebrow and said, "You seem to be forgetting one thing." 

"Really...what's that?"

"The bachelorette party she's throwing for you...the one where you're going to be having all the sex."

"Oh...that," she giggled, putting her hand over her face for a moment. "I forgot about that."

"I didn't."

"You're not upset, are you?"

"I'm trying not to be, but I don't really know what's going to happen."

"Well neither do I, but that's kind of the point of these things, isn't it? Anyway, I think she's making it out to be more than it will really be. It's more for the other girls, you know that."

"Well, yeah. I know. But she made it sound..."

"Well, to be honest, I'm pretty sure she wants me to cum at least once. But, you know I'd never do anything with any guys. She knows that too, so does it really matter?"




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 87



"How is it going to be good for the other girls if there are no guys?"

"I don't know, but with Tina, you can imagine. Look, if this is a problem, I'll just tell her no. It's not like..."

"Ann, I'm not saying no. I'm not sure what I'm saying, really."

"Well, I'm pretty sure Tina and Matt are working on something for you on Thursday too. But we can call them both off."

"Is that what you want?" I asked.

She tenderly put her hand on mine, her eyes filled with love as she gave me a reassuring smile. "I want you to be happy. So whatever you decide is fine with me."

"Whatever WE decide," I said, taking her hand in mine.

She took a moment...we both did, reflecting on just what we were talking about. We were silent once again, but this time it was different. We were holding hands as we sat across from each other at the table, looking into each other's eyes. At that moment, I felt a connection like I'd never felt before. It was so deep and so incredible that goose bumps ran up my arms.

She felt my reaction, and she laughed, her infectious giggle filling the restaurant. Leaning forward, she whispered, "I think we just decided, didn't we."

"We did?" I asked, squinting my eyes.

"I think it's time we slowed down a little."

"Okay," I smiled. Then I looked at her in confusion and said, "What's that mean, exactly?"

"Well, I think I already told you that I really just wanted it to be you and me for a while once we're married. I know we owe Carol a few dates, and we should still do that. And I meant what I said to Tina...I'd love the three of us to get together whenever we can. But part of that is because I know it will be few and far between from now on, so it will be a nice change for us whenever that happens. Other than that..."

"So, no more 'joint account' when I get back," I said with a grin.

"Well, let's not close it. Let's save our money, so to speak. Is that okay?"

"Sure. Jeez...I still can't believe you've let me do all things that you have. But I've told you all along, I've never needed anyone BUT you, Ann. I love you."

"Aw...I know baby. I love that you love me that much...and I love YOU, which is why I've loved doing all those things for you. And I promise...we're still going to have the most amazing sex life ever! There's just going to be fewer people involved for now."

"For now?"

"Like I've always said, I don't want to rule anything out, other than fucking other men. And whatever we do, we'll decide it together. But after we're married, other than Carol, and Tina if she decides to visit, I want it to just be the two of us for a while."

"No problem. We always said we were going to back off a little after we're married. We'll just be starting a little earlier," I nodded.

She batted her eyes to go along with her suddenly sheepish smile. "Well..."

Knowing her naughty look when I saw it, all I could do was grin. "Well what, Anna?"

She squeezed my hands, excited that I'd called her 'Anna'. But she was also guarded when she said, "Look, like I said before, I have no problem telling Tina no. You need to know that."

"You're excited about what she's planning, aren't you?" 

"I'd be lying if I said I wasn't. She's been teasing me about it for weeks. But like I said, I have no problem telling her no."

"That doesn't make any sense. You're telling me you're not going to be disappointed?"

"A little. But not as much as Tina and Matt," she said candidly. "I know they've both been doing a lot to work out the details. If I'm telling them no, I need to do it soon, so they can make other plans."

"What's Matt planning?" I asked.

"I can't tell you, baby. It's supposed to be a surprise. But you have my permission. He already cleared it with me," she winked.

"So why wouldn't Tina clear yours with me?" I asked.

"I don't know. Maybe she thinks you'd approve."

"That's a pretty big assumption. What if I don't?"

She squeezed my hands again and said, "Then just tell me to tell her no, Neil. Or, you could call her and find out what she's got planned, and then you can tell her yes or no."

She let go of my hands so she could finish eating. I sat there a moment, contemplating what she'd just said. Once again, she was right. She had done so many things for Tina, setting her up on several sexual adventures with me, including the one we'd shared less than an hour before. Well, that wasn't set up, per se, but she not only allowed it, she spurred it on with her active imagination.

With a kind of sexual gauntlet through down, it was only natural for Tina to want to pay her back. Sure, she'd been the mastermind for the trip we'd taken across the country as we traveled from California. But that was just one adventure. Ann had set her up at least a half dozen times. 

Truthfully, my only real hang up was Ann fucking some guy. And with the girls already assuring me that that wasn't going to happen, I didn't really need to 'approve' anything Tina was going to do for the bachelorette party. After all, I trusted her...and Ann. At the same time, part of me wanted to know what she'd planned. Perhaps it was simply curiosity on my part, but there was also something about Ann belonging to me, and my having some say about whether I would allow it. Since sex was implied, and would likely be involved in the party in some way, I felt she at least owed me the courtesy of asking my permission, like Matt had apparently done with Ann.

Ann was right, though. If it bothered me that Tina hadn't asked me, it wasn't her place to find out what was going on. It was mine. 

"You're right Ann."

"About what?" 

"About calling Tina. I'm the one that's curious...I should be the one to find out what she has in mind, not you."

"Oh trust me...I'm curious too," she laughed.

"You know what I mean. I'm sure you're right. She wouldn't plan anything that I wouldn't be okay with. So, I'll just call her." 

"Why bother, baby?"

"Huh?" I replied, puzzled by her question.

"If you're sure I'm right, and you're sure she won't plan anything you won't be okay with, why do you need to call her?"

"Well, it's just..."

"Neil, I don't mean to sound critical, because Matt did ask me. But you either trust Tina or you don't. Frankly, the same goes for me. If she sets up something that I'm not comfortable with, I'm not going to do it, no matter what she thinks. Or anyone else, for that matter."

"It's more the principle of it, Ann. Don't you think I deserve to be asked?" 

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean you should contradict how you feel just because she didn't. I guess what I'm saying is, if you really feel that strongly about Tina not asking you, perhaps you don't trust her as much as you think you do. And if that's the case, maybe we both need to re-evaluate that."

"I trust her Ann. You know I do."

"I do too. So, why call her? Just trust her." I sat there for a moment, thinking about what she had said. She was right, but that didn't mean that it was still wasn't eating at me a little. And she could tell. "Look, you need to do what your heart is telling you to do. I'm not going to tell you not to. But if you call, go into the conversation open minded, and remember this isn't worth losing a friend over."

"Losing a friend? What do you mean by that?"

"I can only speak from experience, Neil. I've lost two friends in my life because I thought there was mutual trust, and they ended up questioning mine. Once that happens, there's really no going back to the way it was. So be careful."

I hadn't thought of any of that. Suddenly, the 'principle' of having Tina inform me of what she was planning didn't seem so important. It certainly wasn't worth losing her as a friend. I trusted her...she'd been a friend and a confidante when I didn't have many in town. To start questioning her motives regarding Ann's party was stupid on my part. 

"I don't need to be careful, babe. I'm not going to say anything to her. It's not worth all of that. Let's just let things happen. By next weekend, we'll be married...that's all that matters to me."

"Are you sure?" 

"Very," I smiled.

"Good," she said with a grin. "Now we can concentrate on more important things."

"Yeah...like what?"

She moved the foot that had been resting between my legs, pressing the toe of her stiletto underneath my crotch. She lifted my balls up through my jeans, making me flinch in the process, giggling at my reaction. 

"Mmm...like whether I'm going to have to buy myself dessert here, or if you're going to have enough cum in those balls to let me have a tastier treat on the way home."

~*~*~*~*~*~ It was quiet in my parent's house as I slowly closed the back door and locked it. Of course, I expected it to be quiet, since it was past midnight. Then again, my mother was a night owl just like I was, so it shouldn't have surprised me that she was sitting in her favorite chair reading a book. But it did. In fact, it startled me, because I hadn't looked in that little corner to my right as I moved through the family room on the way to mine.

Sure, the small reading light was on, but she always left it on when I got home late, so I wouldn't be coming home to a dark house. I was almost to the hallway when she called out to me.

"Good morning, Neil," she said as she closed her book and put it on the table next to her.

"HOLY...jeez Mom, you scared the crap out of me!" I said, my heart pounding in my chest.

I fought the reflex to check to make sure my zipper was pulled up. But I couldn't help but wonder if there was a wet spot on the front of my jeans from Ann putting away my well sucked cock while it was still semi hard and soaked with her saliva. I didn't regret going without my boxers very often, but I was suddenly worried about one of the drawbacks as a little chill ran down my spine. Then again, if I'd been wearing underwear, what she had just done for me would have been far more difficult...and a lot less sexy for both of us.

"Sorry, sweetie. I should have said something when I first heard you...I just wanted to finish that chapter."

"Well...uh, good morning to you too. What are you doing up so late?" I asked, turning at an angle to shield my body in front just in case I was showing any signs of the late night blowjob Ann had just given me. 

~*~*~*~*~*~

Ann had been playing with my cock under the blanket we were sharing, slowly jacking me off the entire time we watched a movie together, telling me she was saving her dessert for later. As the movie went along, I began to wonder if she was saving it for another day, particularly when the credits rolled. But I knew from the twinkle in her eyes that she still had something naughty on her mind. At least, I thought I knew.

After two hours of the incredibly pleasurable torment she'd put my cock though during the show, she had me primed and ready when she zipped my cock up inside my jeans. I gasped as she threw the blanket off me and got up, an evil little laugh emanating from deep within her chest as she swayed her hips while walking toward the doorway. 

I shook my head, thinking she was going to save my load for another time, but when I walked around the corner, she was sitting on a step halfway up stairway with her shirt off. I stared at her naked tits as she crooked her finger at me, beckoning me to walk up the first five or six steps. As I did, she licked her lips in silence, reaching for my zipper when my crotch got to her eye level.

She didn't drag it out like she had the luxurious handjob during the movie. She took my cock deep into her mouth and started sucking me hard and fast. It wasn't long before I knew why she'd taken off her shirt; the saliva dripping from her mouth and down her chin left a long wet trail on her chest. It was a raw and sloppy blowjob, the sounds of her slurping echoing down the stairwell as she swallowed me whole.

I came with a rush, my sperm splashing against the back of her throat as she swallowed every last drop. I had to grab the railing to steady myself as the she sucked hard on the head of my shaft, swirling her tongue in a way that drove me insane. Letting go of my cock with a pop, she deftly tucked it back into my jeans before zipping me up. 

She grabbed her top, throwing it under the railing into a hamper down below us. Standing up, she kissed me quickly, and said, "Thanks for my dessert, lover. Let yourself out...I'm going to bed. I'll see you tomorrow."

With that, she giggled as she turned heel on the stair and walked up, leaving me there to stare at her perfect ass, knowing I was watching it. All I could do was smile as I let myself out, locking the front door behind me. It was Ann at her sexiest, and it made for a memorable ending to my night...at least, until I got back to my parent's house, still under the influence of the intoxicating buzz from what she'd just done to me.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Mom didn't seem to pick up on my fears of there being some kind of evidence left behind from Ann's oral talents. That or she ignored them as she got up and took off her reading glasses, placing them on top of her book. "I've been waiting on you," she said as she walked around the coffee table toward me.

"Why would you be waiting up for me? I'm not a teenager."

"No, but a parent never stops worrying just because their kids get older. Someday you'll find that out."

"Mom, seriously, you didn't stay up because you were worried. You've gone to bed hundreds of times before when I've been out late."

"I wouldn't say hundreds. But just because I've gone to bed doesn't mean I didn't worry."

"Mom, really..."

She walked over to me and kissed me on the cheek, saying, "I'm glad you're home safe. You need to call Tina...she said she'll be staying up waiting for you to call."

"Tina? Why do I need to call Tina?" I asked.

"I don't know. She didn't say. I presume it has to do with the wedding. Are you going to church with us in the morning?"

I shook my head, confused by the odd conversation we were having. "What?"

"Are you going with us, or are you sleeping in. I know you have a long drive tomorrow."

"Mom, it's only Friday. Well, it's Saturday now. I'm not leaving tomorrow." 

"Oh, you're right. I forgot it was a long weekend. So, are you going to church with us on Sunday?"

"I...I'm going with Ann and her parents. She wants me to feel comfortable at their church, since we're getting married there."

"That's nice. Will we see you before you leave?"

"Of course. You'll see me tomorrow, remember?"

"I meant on Sunday."

"I don't know. Let's worry about that when the time comes. Now, why am I calling Tina?"

She shrugged and said, "I told you, Neil...I don't know. Your hair looks nice, though. She did a good job."

I couldn't help but think about what Tina and I had done after she cut my hair. I was smiling about that when I said, "Yes...she always does."

"So where'd you go to eat?"

Chuckling, I shook my head. "Wow Mom, I need a map to follow this conversation." 

"Sorry...I'm tired. I just stayed up to give you the message."

"You could have written a note and put it on the counter like you always do."

"And miss this," she laughed, before giving me a big hug. "Get a good night's sleep, Neil. And don't forget to call Tina," she said as she headed down the hallway. "She'll be upset if you don't...she already sounded a little upset."

I stood there, frozen in place as I contemplated that last sentence she said, hearing her open the door to her bedroom and close it behind her.

"Tina's upset?" I said to myself as I stared blankly ahead. "Why in the world would she be upset?"

~*~*~*~*~*~

The phone picked up on the first ring, Tina never bothering to say hello. Her words were rushed, slamming together like she was afraid I might hang up.

"Neil, we need to talk," she barked, her voice a higher pitch than usual.

"What's wrong?" I replied, hoping to calm her.

"Nothing...why?"

"Oh, I don't know. You call and say you need me to call as soon as I get home, no matter what time it is; my mom thinks you're upset; and then I call and you're talking so fast I need an interpreter. I guess you called to talk about the weather."

Easily sensing my sarcasm, her own biting variety was fired back in return. "You know, it is chilly outside...almost as much as this phone call."

"I'm not trying to be cold, Tina. I'm actually worried. What's going on?"

"Why does something have to be going on? Can't a girl just call her friend to talk?"

"Well, yeah."

"You used to love it when I called you," she teased.

"I still do."

Her girlish giggle made him smile. "So, do you still get hard just from hearing my voice?"

"Do you still get wet?" I playfully responded. 

"I've been wet since you left. And a little sticky."

I laughed, suddenly worried I'd been too loud. Thankfully I was standing in the kitchen at the time, at the other end of the house from my parents' room. "Then you'll be glad to know I just got a little hard."

"Tease," she giggled. It was a light conversation, not anything near what he expected when she first called. With that comment came a pause, and she changed directions on me. "Neil, we do need to talk."

My brain went 'Uh-oh', but my mouth said, "Okay...what about?"

"Ann."

"What about her?"

"When I was driving home, I got to thinking about something I said to you, and I realized I owe you an apology."

"An apology? What does that have to do with Ann?"

"I think you know I've been planning a bachelorette party for her, and well, I never talked to you about it. And I'm sorry."

"Why should you be sorry? I think it's great you're doing it for her."

"Weeeelllll, I'm guessing you already know that since it's a bachelorette party...and it's for Ann, there might be some things that happen that --"

"Tina," I interrupted.

"Yeah?"

"I trust you."

"You do?"

"Of course. After all you and I have been through, I know you'd never do anything to hurt me, or Ann. I love you. And I trust you."

"I wouldn't Neil. But I should have told you what I have planned a long time ago. You know, to get your blessing first."

"Well, I don't want to know. Actually, I think the less I know, the better," I laughed.

"I drove home naked tonight," she said out of the blue, the excitement in her voice actually making me a little hard.

"What?"

"I walked out of my shop just like you left me, got in my car, and drove home. I even walked up my sidewalk that way."

"Why?"

"I...I wanted to feel like Ann does all the time," she sighed. 

It was odd, but I understood it. It actually did seem like something she would do, and it was Tina's way of being closer to her. To us.

"Neil?" she said softly.

"Yes."

"Thank you for making love to me tonight. I'm going to remember that feeling for the rest of my life."

"I will too, Tina."

"You have Ann, Neil," she snickered, her reference obvious. In her mind, how could I possibly remember something like that when I'd be married to someone so amazing? But it was that very point that made me realize I hadn't just been saying it to make her feel good. I'd meant it. 

"Tina?"

"Yes."

"She won't let me forget."

Her lilting laugh made my heart soar. "You're right. Good night Neil."

"Good night, Tina." 

Hanging up the phone, I stared at my reflection in the window over the sink. Recalling the odd conversation I'd just had with my mom and how it resembled the one with Tina, I chuckled. "Sometimes I think I need a map to talk to any woman."



Ann: A Love Story Ch. 88



© 2012, All rights reserved – mimaster

~*~*~*~*~*~

"I've got to get a map," I said as I shook my head.

My mind had started to wander, yet again. I'd been daydreaming off and on most of the last few hours as a way of trying to ease my tension and frustration. I'd already played a couple of cassette tapes along the way, and now I was listening to the radio, the first quarter of a pro football game between the Rams and the Saints coming through the speakers. It was the third game I'd listened to during the trip, and yet I was still who knows how long from getting back to the hotel. As I stared at the long line of traffic in front of me, I had a decision to make.

I had gotten a late start on my drive heading back to West Virginia, the end of my little Thanksgiving jaunt to Indiana coming later than I'd expected. I'd gotten off to late starts before, many times. But this time was different. I just didn't know at the time that it was going to affect the rest of my day as much as it did. Gripping the steering wheel tightly, another five minutes passed, the car only moving forward maybe fifty feet. Staring at the endless line of red tail lights stopped in front of me, I let out an exasperated gasp. 

"I've got to get off this road!"

~*~*~*~*~*~

The entire trip had been the whirlwind kind, extremely short and very eventful. When I'd started out, I wasn't really sure if it was going to be worth the hassle, since I'd be returning again for the wedding festivities less than a week later. But I couldn't imagine being alone in a hotel room for the holiday. 

From the moment I arrived back at my parents' house, I knew it was the right decision to drive through the night to get there. Ann saw to that, with a little help from my mother. And not only did my fiancée give me one of the most incredible 'welcome home' moments a man could ever dream of, she went out of her way to keep me sexually satisfied the entire extended weekend, even though she started her period the day after I arrived. From handjobs in the car, to using her amazing oral skills in her parents' basement, to even allowing Tina to fuck me one more time, she seemed to thrive on finding different ways and places to make me cum.

One of them had been late the night before as we watched television on the couch in the living room of my parents. They had already gone off to bed, but we'd stayed up, not wanting our first holiday as a couple to end.

The couch was against the wall, tucked in a corner of the room. It wasn't the best place to watch TV, because it didn't face the screen. Instead, it faced the sliding glass door on the opposite wall, the television directly to the right in the corner of the room near the entry to the foyer. Yet Ann had insisted that we sit together there, because it was the only piece of furniture in the room for two or more people. She had me sit nearest the television, while she sat on the far side, craning her neck to see around me. 

"Are you sure you want to sit like that?" I asked.

"For now," she said, simply content to be sitting close at my side.  

My parents sat in recliners as my dad controlled the channels, flipping back and forth between two college basketball games that neither Ann nor I had any real interest in. But she pretended to. Then again, from the comments she was making, maybe she was more interested than I thought. 

As she always seemed to do, she carried on a conversation while we watched, entertaining both of my parents, using the basketball games as a backdrop to do it. Sure, she talked about a lot of other things, but she'd always come back to something that happened in one of the games, which kept my dad into the excitement of each contest. At least, he was into it for a while.

No matter what was going on in a sport he would watch, no matter how compelling the events were as they unfolded, if it got late, he went to bed. I'd seen him get up in the middle of a double overtime in a Stanley Cup playoff game and tell me to let him know who won in the morning. So when he decided to go to bed at halftime of the game he was watching the most, it wasn't a surprise. 

However, my mom getting up to follow him down the hallway most certainly was. She loved watching sports, and she almost never went to bed early. She likely did it to give us some time alone, since it was our last together before I'd be leaving. 

Dad had handed the remote to me and when I asked Ann which game of the two she wanted to finish watching, she laughed.

"I don't care, Neil," she grinned as she reached for the button of my jeans before we'd even heard the door of my parent's bedroom close. Seconds later, she'd found a way to coax me into pushing them down around my ankles, her naughty smile making a convincing argument. 

She grabbed a pillow, placing it against the arm of the couch, laying her head back into it. Before I could say anything, she lifted her legs off the floor, resting her bare left foot lightly against my balls, her right landing on my stomach. 

"Relax and enjoy the game, baby. I promise I won't make this last too long," she chortled.

I found it interesting the way she said that. She loved playing with my cock, taking great delight in delaying my orgasm, prolonging my pleasure in the process. Of course most of the time that meant that she was giving me a handjob. Yet since it was her feet that were resting on my lap, her left foot gently nudging my balls, it was pretty obvious she had something else in mind. 

Still, based on the few times she'd played with me using her feet, I would have expected the same treatment. She loved taking her time, no matter how she played with my cock. It was part of who she was sexually. She'd told me early on of her obsession for toying with a hard prick, calling it a fetish. She even showed me that night in a movie theater, and numerous times after. So when she said she was going to sort of let me off easy, it came as a surprise. 

By her usual standards, I suppose she did tone it down. At least as far as the duration was concerned. But the fact that it didn't last as long didn't mean I was shortchanged in any way. Instead, she challenged herself. While she normally took great delight in seeing how long she could play with me before I came, she changed her tactic. Her new approach was to see how many times she could bring me to the very brink of exploding before the end of the basketball game. 

You'd think a twenty minute half of basketball would last just that. But with stoppages and time outs, and the incessant commercials, the twenty minutes was a lot closer to an hour. She continued to play with me, her right foot pressing on my shaft, forcing it against my abdomen. Her other foot continued to toy with my balls, lifting and rubbing them oh so wonderfully.

Leaning back into the couch, I tried to concentrate on the game. In fact, she insisted. Every time I turned to look at her, she'd stop what she was doing and tell me to watch the television. She'd only allow me to look at her during the commercials. Each time there was one, she'd offer me a sexy stare, or seductively lick her lips, or flash me a pretty little pout, all while cooing about how much cum she was building up in by balls. 

During every commercial break, she would also increase her efforts, working to bring me to that precarious edge. Once she had me on the brink, she'd use her magical talents to keep me there as long as she could. It was amazing how well she could read me. Even using her feet, she knew just the right pace and pressure to use to make me dangle on the edge of my orgasm. My shaft would pulse and flinch, and several times I was a mere second or two from exploding, yet she'd know exactly when to back off to keep me from cumming. It was like an erotic thrill ride, filled with ups and downs and twists and turns; each one more stimulating than the last, all building toward an incredible finish. 

Yet the finish was delayed by strategy; basketball strategy, to be precise. The game was close and as time wound down toward the end, it was taking forever because the team that was behind kept fouling, hoping the other team would miss their foul shots. It was all an attempt by the team behind to get back into the game. It was something I'd seen thousands of times watching games on television or in person...or in games when I played. I'd always taken it for granted that the last minute or so of clock time in a game was always more like ten in real time. It never bothered me before. That is, until Ann started trying to time my orgasm with the end of the game.

She reversed how she was playing with me. With each foul or timeout, she would back off just enough to keep me from cumming. Every time the game action started, she'd pick up her pace a little, bringing me closer and closer, knowing that there'd be another stoppage of some kind to draw out the experience, none more excruciating than commercial breaks. She took great delight in working me up during one advertisement, then completely stopping during the next to kind of let me cool down, if there was such a thing.

"This is fun," she said gleefully as she held her foot against my shaft, remaining motionless as my cock twitched against her soft sole. 

"Yeah," I groaned sarcastically.

"I could always stop," she smiled.

"Or, you could just finish me off."

"Aw...I will baby, just as soon as the game is over. I promise." I started to whine, but her toes pressed into my balls again, playing with them gently. "You love this and you know it, Neil. I can tell by the way you react to everything I do."

"You love it too, you little slut."

My comment stunned her, and she let out a laugh. "I can remember when you used to hate that word."

"I...I'm sorry. I'm just..."

Her grin disarmed me. "Don't be. I don't mind. I am your slut. I'm just glad you've gotten past it. Sometimes, I really like being called that." 

Seeing the sparkle in her eyes and the way her cute little nose wrinkled up, I knew she was serious. "I'll try to remember that, Anna."

"And I'll try to find more ways to make you call me that, baby." With the game coming back on, she started moving her foot along my shaft again, making me squirm. "Relax and hold still. It won't be too much longer. Besides, I've made you wait longer than this before."

"Yeah, but you've never had me so close to cumming like you have tonight. I almost pulled a groin muscle that one time," I kidded.

"I'll be sure I kiss whatever I hurt and make it feel better. And like I said, you love this as much as I do."

Fortunately, the game was in the final few seconds and even with a couple of late fouls I knew the end of the game she was playing was getting closer as well. She did too, increasing the pressure, going faster as she used her delicate feet on my crotch. When the final buzzer sounded on the television, I let out a sigh of relief as I felt my balls start to stir, knowing my orgasm was mere seconds away.

That's when she stopped again and said, "Are you ready for overtime?"

"What? I thought you said you were going to finish me off when the game was over!"

She got up and moved in front of the couch, getting on her knees between my legs. "I am, baby. I just thought you'd like the chance for the game winning shot," she giggled. "I'm going to do a little ball dribbling...and you're going to shoot, okay?"

It was another corny line, but one that stirred something in me. Before I could answer her, she extended her sexy tongue and leaned in, lifting my balls. She started kissing and sucking on them, slathering her tongue all around. Her hands were on my thighs, near my crotch, but she held them there, her nails gently scraping against my skin, leaving my shaft alone as she moved back and forth between my balls. She licked, concentrating underneath my ball sack, tormenting me in the most wonderful ways. 

With my being so close to cumming for so long, it really wasn't going to take much more to make me explode, especially with what she was now doing to me. I felt my balls start to churn as she mouthed them and I moaned in response. Her dark eyes seemed to be ablaze with lust as she locked onto mine, a wicked smile appearing on her face. I felt my load building, just seconds away from racing up my shaft...and she felt it too. 

Okay, maybe she didn't feel it, but she knew. She licked up between my balls, dragging her wet tongue up my shaft as if to show the way for my sperm to follow. She flicked once at my head, before sitting back on her calves, waiting...watching. My cock started twitching as she sat still, her hands still resting on my upper thighs. That was the only contact she was making, other than the incredible gaze of her brown eyes as she stared at my pulsing cock.

The first spurt kind of dribbled out, running down the front of my shaft toward me. But the second one erupted from my cock, arcing at least a foot into the air before splashing down on my chest and stomach. So did the third and forth, which had her giggling.

"Wow...you're like a fountain!" she exclaimed as my cock continued to spasm and pulse violently, shooting a couple more ropes of steamy white cum all over my hard, tan body.

"More like a geyser," I replied, feeling the hot, sticky streams landing on my skin.

Ann cooed as the final few little spurts left my cock, the last sort of oozing out, dribbling down my shaft. Licking my balls again to make my cock jerk once more, she smiled from between my legs. "Are you Old Faithful?" she asked.

"What?"

"You said you're more like a geyser. I was wondering if you're 'Old Faithful'. Maybe I can make you go off again in an hour."

"HA...I don't think so."

"Why's that?"

"Because, my balls are worn out. I think I just shot a week's worth of cum all over me. I won't be hard again for days."

"You do know I can keep you hard right now, if I want," she said, almost as if it were a challenge.

A chill ran down my spine as I saw the look on her face, knowing she really could. Hell, she had done that to me before. Knowing what she was capable of, I nodded. "Yes...I know."

"Good. I wouldn't want you to think your slut can't get her man hard any time she wants. Now sit still while I clean you up," she hissed, her hair brushing against my still twitching shaft as she used her tongue to scoop up a line of my sperm.

Feeling the long, silky tresses moving over my skin, my shaft had a mind of its own, making it stay rock hard just like she said. She wasn't even really trying to keep me that way, although watching her eagerly slurp up each little trail of cum was helping me maintain an erection. We both knew I wasn't cumming again; at least, not any time soon. But it was incredible how sexy she looked cleaning me.

Frankly, I'd never felt sexier. I'd cum hundreds if not thousands of times all over myself when I'd jacked off over the years. I was used to having a big load dripping all over me, but for some reason this seemed entirely different. It was hotter. It was naughtier. It was damn exciting.

Sure, Ann had everything to do with that. The way she got off on doing things to me, even when she wasn't literally getting off. The way she'd made me cum, with all the little things she'd done to make the experience so amazing. Not to mention the way she was licking up my sperm, moaning as she scooped up the big streaks covering me, savoring each mouthful like it was the finest cuisine she'd ever tasted. All of those things had kept me rock hard and feeling sexy. But there was still more to it than that. 

Maybe it was how I was feeling about myself. How she made me feel like the center of her sexual universe. It was hard not to feel special the way she treated me. But I'd never felt that sexy...that alive. Maybe it was that I'd shot my load so high, in beautiful poetic arcs, landing so lewdly on my body. Or perhaps it was that I came without being touched, my cock free to explode in powerful bursts in full view...in a more natural way, with the veins of my shaft pulsing as I erupted.

No matter the reason, as I leaned back into the cushions of the couch, I felt not only sexy, I felt content. I was happy, in more ways than one. As my left hand went to Ann's head, my fingers lacing between the soft strands of her curly brown tresses, I smiled at her.

"Careful babe. You're getting some in your hair," I cautioned.

"Mmm...I don't care. I love your cum in my hair."

"That's because you're a slut."

She grinned, a visible shiver running through her as if she totally embraced what I'd just called her again. "Yes I am, baby."

"I love you, Anna."

"I love you too."

~*~*~*~*~*~

I'd actually slept well, even after having to take Ann home after she'd finished devouring her late night snack. I was still a little hard when I climbed into bed, but I feel asleep almost as soon as my body hit the mattress. It had been another long day and I was exhausted.

I got up early the next morning and got ready, driving back over to the Franklin house to pick her up. We followed her parents, driving toward the church where we'd be getting married in less than a week. She wanted me to feel comfortable there, which really wasn't a concern of mine at all. I was comfortable wherever she was, and sitting next to her in the pew only confirmed that. 

I came to realize rather quickly that I wasn't there for my benefit as much as I was there for her parents. They wanted to show me off...well, me and Ann. But most of the people there knew her. Actually, most of them knew me too, even though it wasn't the church I attended with my parents. It didn't matter that it was my first time in that sanctuary. With the town being so small, I probably knew two thirds of the people there. But they didn't know us as a couple or me as a future son. And to Marlin and Jean, that was apparently a very big deal. 

There were a lot of approving nods and friendly waves as we sat there together waiting for the service to start. While I felt like I was on display, I wasn't uncomfortable because Ann was holding my hand, squeezing it, and I could feel her love through that little touch. The smile on Jean's face also made me relax. She was beaming with pride, thrilled that I'd actually agreed to come along with them.

The service itself was very nice, although it was very different from what I was used to growing up. But I'd anticipated that, knowing going in that it was a little more ritualistic than what I was used to. I got lost a couple of times, but Ann would just smile and point in the little program the usher provided, helping me follow along. 

As I listened to Pastor Kane deliver his sermon, I looked around the sanctuary, marveling at the place. The room wasn't huge and technically, it was square. Actually, it was more like a diamond, the square tilted on an axis. It seemed more like a little amphitheater than a church, at least from the design. The pulpit was placed on a large stage area built into the far corner. The stage jutted out from the two walls of the corner at right angles and then cut across at another angle in the middle to face the entrance of the church in the opposite corner. It gave the stage three distinct edges, each with three steps leading up from the floor to the top. Yet from where I was sitting, I was above that top level.

That was because the floor was sloped, with the pews closest to the front being lower than those in the back, just like a theater. There were three sections of pews, one in front of each edge of the stage...and the pews themselves got wider the farther away from the stage they got, able to seat more people. The design meant that there were two main aisles going toward the front instead of one in the middle, which had me wondering how it would work for the wedding. I put that out of my mind though, knowing Ann already had that worked out in her head. It didn't matter to me really. What mattered was that she would be walking down one of them, and I would be there at the other end, waiting for her.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 88



We were sitting in one of the side sections, listening to Pastor Kane preach, my arm draped around Ann as her left hand rested on my thigh. I felt warm inside as she leaned into me, focusing on the service. I was trying to...but my mind wandered from time to time. I was glancing at the people that had gathered and couldn't help but think of our wedding.

"Is there going to be enough room for all the guests?" I wondered to myself as I looked at the size of the sanctuary.

It wasn't a tiny church, but it certainly didn't seem proportionate to the size of the town. Sure, it was a small community, but most churches seemed bigger than this one. I was busy calculating in my head how many people I thought the seating could accommodate, staring at the large stained glass windows directly opposite me. They were huge, starting above us, and going up two more stories...and that led me to look at the cathedral like ceiling. It was only then that my head turned to the left and I noticed the balcony.

Glancing over my shoulder, I realized there was a second level of seating running along the back walls, with one on the left side and presumably one on the right, directly in line with the two outside rows beneath them. There were only five rows in the one I could see, but the pews in them ran almost the length of the wall. Figuring the one above my side was likely the same, I guessed them to be able to hold at least another hundred people if need be. 

That had me believing that the church could hold at least three hundred, maybe three-fifty if I'd miscalculated, which was way more than we'd need for the wedding. I went from thinking it was going to be cramped, to knowing we had more than enough room for our guests. As I looked at the intricate molding carved into the wood on the face of the balcony to my left, I let out a sigh of relief.

"Are you okay?" Ann whispered.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I smiled as I squeezed her shoulder, pulling her tighter to me.

She squeezed my thigh and said, "We're almost done, baby."

~*~*~*~*~*~

Actually, we were far from done...at least as far as being at the church. The service ended shortly afterward, just like she had said. But once that was done, we ended up heading downstairs with her parents to the meeting hall of the church. There, a group volunteers from the congregation had set up a buffet style breakfast for the rest of those that had come to the service. 

Ann and I got in line to get food, while her parents stopped by the kitchen to see if they needed any help. Marlin and Jean were part of the breakfast team, helping out in the kitchen once a month. And technically it was their week, but they asked another couple if they could switch weeks with them because Ann and I were there. Still, Jean wanted to make sure everything was covered just in case, and she and Marlin ended up in line about thirty people behind us. 

It was a rather large room and as we sat down at one of the twenty or so tables that were set up, I asked, "Is this where we're having our reception?"

It seemed odd to have to ask, but I hadn't been around when those plans were being made. Ann and Jean had been doing all of that while I was in West Virginia. With Ann's parents footing the bill, I didn't feel right asking in front of them. Since they were still in line and the question was on my mind, it seemed the right time to ask.

"No...we could have. And I suppose it would have saved Mom and Dad some money, but I didn't want to have it here."

"Really? Why not...it seems big enough?"

"Because I didn't want to be limited by the rules the church has for that type of function."

"Like what?"

"Well, for one...I wanted a band, which they didn't approve of."

"We're having a band?"

"Of course. And I shouldn't say they don't approve. It's not like this is the church from 'Footloose' and we wouldn't be able to dance here. Pastor Kane is actually very hip, for the most part. But if they made an exception and let us have a band, it could create problems because of the precedent they'd be setting. A cover band is one thing, but can you imagine a punk rock group in a church?"

"That's pretty unlikely in this town," I chuckled.

"True, but they have to consider all the possibilities."

"I suppose. I just figured you'd get a DJ."

"I thought about it. And if that was the only thing that kept us from having it here, I could have gone with that."

"What else is there?"

"The church doesn't have a liquor license," she smiled.

"So, we're having a band and a bar?"

"Yeah, if that's okay with you...although they've both been booked already, so you really need to be okay with it. It's in less than a week, baby."

I grinned as I nodded. "I know Ann. I can't wait."

"I really should have asked you...or at least told you," she said bashfully. "I'm sorry, Neil."

"It's fine babe. I could have asked before now if I was concerned about it. I probably should have, just so you wouldn't feel like you were doing everything by yourself."

"Oh, I haven't been. Mom's actually been great. And there have been a few others that have been a huge help too."

"So if we're not having the reception here, where are we having it?"

"Actually, we're having it at the Elks Lodge."

"Huh, really? I didn't know your Dad belonged there."

"He doesn't...but your Dad does," she giggled. "He and your Mom have been amazing too. He's even paying for the band."

"Oh my God...you're kidding. Who did he get, Glen Miller?" I said sarcastically.

"No...I'm pretty sure he's dead."

"Right. Dad would be more along the lines of Spike Jones anyway. I had to listen to those records my entire childhood."

"Relax baby, it's a rock band...and a good one at that. Tina found them."

"Really, who are they?"

"I don't know...she won't tell me. She said it's a surprise. But she promised me they're good, and I trust her."

"Are there any other surprises?" 

"No...not unless you consider the third reason I didn't want the reception to be here."

"Yeah, what's that?"

"It's a surprise, silly," she teased.

"Can you give me a hint?"

"Perhaps. Let's just say that I don't want to be inhibited by my surroundings, that's all."

"Huh?"

She giggled at the perplexed expression on my face. "Last hint, Neil. While I'm mindful of the traditions of a wedding, and I want to be respectful to the church for letting us have it here...I still want to be me."

"You lost me, Ann."

"Just think 'wedding dress' and remember where I had mine made. What you see here won't be what you see at the reception," she grinned.

"I don't understand."

"I know you don't, but I'm not saying anything else. I want it to be a surprise for you...and I've probably said too much already."

"Well, I guess I can figure it out."

She put her finger over my lips. "Don't. I want you to think about this instead. I told you I want to be me, and I'll be able to do that better at the Elks Lodge than I will here, for obvious reasons."

At that moment she had me thinking about so many things that frankly nothing seemed obvious. Shaking my head, I wondered, "What does THAT mean?"

"It means, if I want to pull my new husband into a coat closet and give him a blowjob, I'll feel a lot better about it doing it there than here. Unless of course that sort of thing turns you on...in which case, we can go find one right now." 

The mischievous smile on her face as she took a big bite of her bagel made my heart skip a beat. I knew she wasn't serious, but the devilish spark in her eyes was selling the idea that she would do it if I wanted to. I shook my head again and opened my mouth to respond, but the words caught in my throat as her mother sat down next to me.

"So, what are you two talking about?"

My mouth stayed open, only air escaping as I looked at Jean, not knowing how to answer. Or if I even could, considering how stunned I was at the moment.

Ann answered for me, saying "Neil was just telling me how he'd like a tour of the church, and I was thinking about showing him around."

"That's funny...so was I," Jean laughed.

I coughed out "Excuse me," my throat closing as I swallowed wrong.

Ann laughed and said, "Go ahead, Mom."

"In a bit, dear. I want to eat first."

"Me too," my fiancée said as she winked at me.

The tour never happened. Once Marlin sat down across from me, an endless stream of people started wandering by the table to say hello. I figured a lot of them were people that weren't close enough to their family to be invited to the wedding, and they were politely using the opportunity to congratulate us. Jean or Marlin would introduce us as a couple, and we'd spend some time making small talk until someone else showed up, which was quite often. I felt like I was in the receiving line at our reception already, although we were still sitting down.

It was wonderful that so many people thought enough of her parents to stop by, and I know they were both eating it up. They loved showing us off. Still, it was hard, because there were several people that stopped that I knew had said horrible things about me when my first marriage fell apart. They'd heard the rumors running rampant through the town and believed them. A handful even spread them themselves. Even as they said nice things now, I was struggling to forget what I knew they'd said before. 

Ann felt me tense up a couple of times and she was quick to figure out why. She finally leaned in and said, "You know, if you were ever going to forgive, I think this is the place you're supposed to do it."

"You know how this town is as well as I do, Ann. You ran away because of it," I said defensively.

"I know, Neil. And you're right, I did. But I'm back now because I have you, and I think this is not only the right place for both of us to get over our past...it's the right time too. What do you say?"

"You want me to go up to everyone that said something nasty about me and forgive them...right now?"

"Ha...no. I just think we'll both be happier if we don't dwell on what people said or did to us. Who cares? They can still say whatever they want. That doesn't change us and who we are together. We're happy, right?"

"Well...yes."

"Then that's what we should show them. That we're happy despite all that happened in the past, and they can't change that."

"Sounds more like revenge than forgiveness."

"Do you want revenge?"

"No...but some poetic justice would be nice."

"I think seeing us happy is just that, Neil. They were wrong about you. They know it."

"How do you know that?"

"Because...my parents told them. That's why they're so proud to have you here today. They wanted to show everyone who you really are, in case they didn't get the message already."

"What? They told all of them?"

"No...just the ones that needed telling." 

"But, why would your Mom and Dad do that?"

"You're part of their family, Neil," she said as she kissed me on the cheek. "That's how it's supposed to work."

~*~*~*~*~*~

Ann was right. I needed to let my past go if I was truly going to move on and be happy. That seemed a little absurd at first, since I'd never been happier in my life than I was with her. But if I could be sitting next to her, happy in that moment, and someone could alter my mood just by saying hello, then I was still living in the pain of my past in some small way.

I suppose that's human nature. Everyone has a past and we all have something that's painful that we've gone through. But that pain also shapes us, and I'd come through the other side of mine to find her standing there waiting for me. I truly believed fate brought her to me, but it was the anguish of the experience I'd gone through that opened that door. 

When we got up to leave, I felt a weight lifting off my chest. I could forgive, but I wouldn't forget. I didn't want to forget. That sentiment wasn't to hold a grudge, but to remind myself that I had to go through what I did to appreciate where I was now and who I was with. To pretend it never happened would be a mistake, because I became a better man because of it...because of Ann. As we made our way toward the stairs, I decided to follow her advice. I would always remember, but I wasn't going to dwell. 

We stopped and said hello to Pastor Kane as we got to the top of the stairs. He mentioned how much he was looking forward to the next weekend.

"It's going to be a wonderful wedding," he said as he shook my hand.

"And marriage," I whispered to Ann as I held her close to me.

"I hope you enjoyed the service. I know it's not like your parent's church."

"No...but Ann guided me through it. It was very nice."

"Well, the wedding won't be that formal. Have a safe trip, and we'll see you Friday for the rehearsal."

I'd forgotten all about the rehearsal, and the rehearsal dinner. At that moment, I'd even forgotten about the bachelor party. Everything was coming up so fast. Yet before any of that could happen, I still had to drive back to West Virginia, work four days, and then return for Thursday night.

Looking at my watch, I said, "I've got to get moving, babe. I've got a long day ahead of me."

Grabbing my hand and pulling me toward a room off to the side, she said, "Okay...let's go get our coats!"

~*~*~*~*~*~

Ann teased me all the way to my parent's house.

"Did you really think I was going to blow you right there in the coat room?"

"With you, you never know. That's what I love about you."

"You should have seen the look on your face when I dropped my coat and then dropped to my knees in front of you to pick it up. Man...that was hilarious."

"Not as much as when you reached for my thighs. That was a riot," I said in a mocking tone. 

"Maybe so...but you're hard as a rock right now."

"That's because you won't stop touching me," I laughed, feeling her hand roam near my crotch again.

"I won't stop touching you because it's Sunday. And that's..."

"I know...it's our day. I wish I could spend it with you, babe. Hell, I wish I could just stay here until the wedding."

"I know, Neil. But I understand. And besides, I have a lot of things to get done, so we wouldn't be together much this week anyway."

"A lot of things? I thought everything was pretty much set."

"I have the cake to worry about, there are details I need to nail down about the reception hall and I have to confirm a lot of reservations."

"See...I should be here."

"But you're not going to be because you can't. Don't worry about it...we have it under control."

"We? You and your Mom?"

"Me and Tina. 

"Tina? Now I'm not worried. I'm scared."

"Scared. Why would you be scared?"

"Because, you're dangerous together," I laughed.

"Hmm...that we are," she said, an ominous tone in her voice. 

I pulled into the driveway at my parent's house and opened the garage door so I could back in. Ann got out and waited for me. She'd come over to help me pack. I had intended to have that done the night before, so all I had to do was load the car, drop her off at her folks place and hit the road. But with Ann offering to help, it allowed us to stay on that couch and watch the games.

"Where are your parents?" she asked as I got out of the car.

"They went to a party for the Barrett's," I replied, popping the hatch.

"Oh...that's right. They did," she said sexily, making a shiver run up my spine.

My mom and dad had headed to an anniversary celebration for some good friends, going straight from their church to the party. They'd said their goodbyes as I walked out the door to go pick up Ann. For once, it wasn't tearful on my mom's part, mostly because she knew I'd be coming back in less than a week for the wedding. 

As I heard Ann's reply, I remembered my mother telling her the night before that they were going. In fact, that's when she said she'd come over to help me pack. I didn't think anything about it at the time, mostly because I wanted to spend as much time as I could with her before I left. Now, with my cock hard from all the teasing she'd put me through in the car on the way home, it sank in.

I knew she was up to something, but I had driving on my mind. It was already past eleven, and I had a nine hour drive ahead. I'd known I was going to get back late because I decided to go to church with the Franklins. But I didn't want to be too late, because I had to work the next day. I started to say that I should really get going, but I couldn't get the words out of my mouth.

That was because she took off her coat and threw it in the back of my car. Then, she reached behind and slowly unzipped her conservative dark blue dress, letting it fall to her feet right there in the open garage. She stood in front of me in a black lace bra and a matching thong. Turning on her sexy black high heels, she glanced over her shoulder.

"You can get my things. I'll meet you in the family room," she said as she stepped into the house and closed the door.

I grabbed her coat and her dress, scrambling into the house behind her, kicking off my shoes in the mudroom out of habit. When I to got the family room, she was already on her knees in the middle of the floor with her legs spread a little. She reached behind to unclasp her bra, letting it fall down her arms gracefully. Flinging it off to the side, she cupped her breasts, playing with her nipples as she stared at me, wearing just her thong and those incredible heels.

It amazed me that she was wearing the heels. Not that it was bad...I loved it. And apparently, so did my mother, which was what amazed me. My mother was just like Ann's mom, each of them having a 'no shoes in the house' rule that always applied. That is, except for Ann when she was wearing heels. For whatever reason, she wore them into the house once and my mother didn't object. In fact, she actually commented on how nice they looked.

From that point on, whenever Ann would wear some type of stiletto, she'd keep them on. And it wasn't just at my parent's house. She'd started doing the same thing at her mom and dad's, with her mother's silent, smiling blessing. She would still take off any other shoes or sandals she's wear, but her heels had become exempt...not that I was complaining. 

But what I found interesting as I thought about it was my mother had taken to doing the same thing. I'd seen her several times, including on her way out the door heading to church earlier that morning, wearing a pair of high heels through the house. It was an interesting change; one that I was sure was brought about by Ann just being Ann, and the way she carried herself.

And at the moment, she was carrying herself as a wanton slut. Curling her index finger to motion me toward her, her voice dropped again into that sexy, seductive tone she loved to use to turn me on. "Come here, baby." I dropped the clothing I was holding, but stood frozen in place with a stupid grin on my face, gazing at her amazing body as she tweaked her nipples again. "What are you waiting for," she finally asked.

"Ann, I...I need to get going," I replied, not believing those words were the ones that actually came out of my mouth.

Instead of being angry or offended, she took my comment with her usual grace. "You can go...right after I make you cum. And the longer you keep standing there, the longer it's going to take. Now come here, baby. It's Sunday, and I want to suck that cock!"

It wasn't a request. Even though she had a naughty smile on her face, she had pretty much demanded that I do what she said. It all had to do with her promise that we'd make sure our Sunday's were devoted to each other sexually. She'd said before that she didn't want to miss one, even if she was on her period like she was at the moment, because once we did, it would make it easier to do it again...and again. She wasn't going to let that habit start, particularly so early in our relationship.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 88



I could have argued, or at least tried to reason with her. But at that point, my cock was doing all the thinking for me...like it should have been from the moment she took off her clothes in the garage. Or when she began to tease me mercilessly in the car. Or when she suggested we find a coat room back at the church. I followed my hard cock as it led me toward her, feeling as if I was being dragged behind it like a divining rod leading me to water. 

She stood as I got to her, smiling as she started unbuttoning my dress shirt.

"Wh...what are you doing?" I stammered.

"I'm undressing you," she said as she slowly opened the front, pulling it wide so she could kiss my left collarbone.

"Ann, really...I..."

She put her finger to my lips as she kissed along my shoulder and up my neck. She was leaving a soft trail from her mouth, moving up my cheek before moving her finger as she stared into my eyes. Then she leaned forward and kissed me.

It wasn't a short buss. She tenderly pressed her soft lips to mine in a long, lingering kiss. She moaned into my mouth as her hand made its way to the back of my head, her fingers digging into my hair. She moved closer, mashing her half-naked form against my clothing. I surrendered to her, opening my mouth, feeling her tongue invade my parted lips and graze against my teeth. When she finally pulled back, the smoldering look in her eyes said everything I needed to hear. I was hers. But that didn't stop her from telling me anyway.

"It's Sunday, Neil. It's OUR day. We made a promise to each other...and we're going to keep it," she said as she continued to unbutton my shirt, pulling the tail out from inside my pants.

"I know baby. You're right...I'm sorry."

"It's okay. But now I've decided that I'm in charge for this one, because you keep trying to find ways to leave, and I'm not finished with you yet." She took off my shirt, throwing it to the side.

"Oh you are, are you?" I laughed as she kissed her way down my chest.

"Well, I figured you wouldn't mind."

"And why is that?"

Ann dropped to her knees and reached for my belt buckle as she looked up at me.  

"Because, you're going to be in charge the next two Sundays...that's why."

"I thought we were going to decide that together, when the t...time comes," I stuttered, feeling her hair deliberately brush over my cock as she lowered my pants and boxers in one quick motion.

"And we are," she said, helping me step out of my pants before removing my socks. "But I'd really like to have today as mine, and to make up for it, I'm willing to let you have next Sunday."

"Wait...you said the next two. What's going on?"

Stroking my shaft as she looked up at me, her smile was warm and reassuring. "Two weeks from now, we'll be in our new house. And if you remember, that weekend I have to be Annabelle again," she said with a girlish giggle. "That is, if you still want me to be."

"I think that's really up to you."

"No...I already committed to do it. I can't back out. Only YOU can," she said as she gave the head of my cock a quick, wet lick. 

"So you want to back out?"

"Mmm...no baby. I love being Annabelle for you. I just can't do it that often and I have to work myself into it. But I'll be more than ready by then."

"Okay...so why am I in charge next Sunday?" 

She squeezed the base of my throbbing cock as she held my balls in her other hand, playing with them as I stood naked in front of her. "I just told you, it's because I want to be in charge right now," she winked.

"Okay, but that doesn't..."

"Neil, next Sunday we'll be married. I'd like to spend my first full day as a wife, doing whatever my husband wants me to do for him. And since it IS going to be a Sunday, I'll let you imagine what that's going to entail."

"Sex," I sighed as she held her open mouth close to my cock and exhaled her steamy breath over the shaft, which she was holding in her tight fist, making the veins pop out even more than usual.

"That's right...sex. And since I'm going to be taking a vow to obey you, I figured that's as good a place to start as any," she laughed. 

"Uh...I'm going to be taking the same vows, Ann."

She pulled on my shaft a little and said, "It's Anna. I've got a cock in my hand, see?" When I groaned in response, she grinned, "Good...you do see. And yes, I know you're taking the same vows. I know this may sound silly, because I've always prided myself in being a strong, independent woman; I kind of like the idea of starting out our marriage as a frilly little housewife, taking care of her man when he comes home from a hard day's work."

My mouth dropped open as I looked at her, almost bowing before me. "You do?" 

"Yes, I do. For a while, anyway. Don't get any ideas that it's going to last forever. I'm going to go back to work eventually. But we both know I want to play house when we get there, and this is just part of that fantasy in my head. As long as you don't expect me to be that way, I love the thought of being your devoted wife and following your lead for a while."

"What's a while?"

"I don't know. We'll figure that out. Let's just have fun with it and enjoy each other. That's what I plan to do."

"Okay...well, I can do that too, if that's what you really want."

"What I want right now is for you to get on the floor," she said as she yanked on my prick, pulling me downward, forcing me to my knees. Putting her hand in the middle of my chest, she helped me get on my back. Hovering over top of me, she shot me a nasty little smile. "I'm tired of talking...right now, I need to suck cock. Now just lie there and be quiet," she hissed.

Apparently she really did need to 'suck cock', as she put it. She practically attacked my crotch, swallowing me whole as she rammed her throat over my shaft. She was on her knees between my spread legs, her head bobbing up and down quickly in long smooth strokes. Each time she pulled up her lips would drag along my skin, stopping at the rim of the mushroom cap before she'd open wide and impale her throat again. 

I was leaning on my elbows trying to look at her, but she acted like I wasn't even there. She was only focused on my cock, her hair covering up what she was doing. The silky brown tresses were dangling down from her head, shielded her face from view like a dark, sexy veil. The sensation was electric, the soft curls tickling my crotch as she went about her sucking her cock. And it was her cock at the moment, her fixation going beyond being just oral.

There was no foreplay or long seduction process. She was fucking me with her mouth and throat...and it was a hard, slutty fuck at that. From the almost obscene garbling sounds she was making, to the constant stream of saliva that was flowing past her lips pooling on my abdomen and flowing down over my balls, what she was doing felt dirty...in a good way. In a very, very good way.

Her left hand was gliding up and down my slickened shaft along with her mouth. Her right was squeezing my spit soaked sack. I closed my eyes for just a moment and listened, my head tilting back as the unmistakable sounds of a woman...well, of a slut sucking a cock filled the room.

She knew almost before I did, my balls moving within her hand as she gripped them. But my increasing moans let her know that the fast, furious pace she'd set was doing exactly what she wanted.

"I...I'M GOING TO CUM ANNA!" I cried out. 

She pulled off, surprising me as she quickly grabbed the base of my cock and squeezed it tightly with both hands. I was seconds away from exploding and she suddenly decided that was the time to deny my orgasm. I groaned, my pelvis lifting upward; only my upper back on the floor as my fingers dug into the carpet in exasperation. I figured this was a new tactic she was using...a more extreme way of bringing me to the edge, before backing off. 

But she was simply pausing for a moment, wanting me to cum the way she wanted. More to the point...she wanted me to cum where she wanted. She got on the floor on her stomach with her head down, placing the tip of my cock against her forehead. Wrapping my wet shaft into with the long strands of her hair, she started jacking me off with both hands. 

I started bucking my hips, humping up into her hands as she pumped my cock. "Cum for me...NOW!" she said, her sultry voice demanding I give her what she wanted.

I didn't have time to debate it. Her order resonated somewhere deep within my psyche, my balls immediately obeying her verbal command. 

"OH GOD!" I screamed as I started spewing my load.

She stopped pumping, quickly covering up the end of my cock with her hair, letting the spunk soak into her thick, luscious mane. "That's it...cum in my hair. YEESSSSSS," she growled. 

It was an incredible reaction, one that made a jolt run through my body, landing directly in my groin. I pulsed a couple more times, my ass raised off the floor about six inches, before I finally fell to the carpet. She slowly squeezed my balls and then my shaft, milking every drop she could onto her sticky scalp.

Standing up, she straddled me with her heels by my sides. She eyed my damp, limp body, the confidence in her stare making me shiver as she put her hands on her hips. Her hair was a mess, matted from the white sperm along with the saliva from my shaft. 

"Go pack...I'll be there in a minute. And no getting dressed...I've already picked out what you'll be wearing for the trip."

"What?" I asked, unsure if I really heard what she'd just said.

"I said I still want you naked! Now get going!" 

~*~*~*~*~*~

I was inching along the road, my grip on the steering wheel becoming tighter as my tension increased. It was as close to trapped as I'd ever felt in my life. With the late start I'd gotten, I knew I was in for a longer day than I'd originally expected when I'd gotten up. But I never dreamed it would become what it had. I was on the Pennsylvania Turnpike, and I had been for almost two hours. But in that time, I'd only gone a little over twelve miles. 

My dad had told me horror stories about traveling on the Turnpike during holidays, but I'd always assumed it was an exaggeration...one of his many tall tales from his exploits as a traveling salesman early in his career. Now I was living it firsthand and it was every bit the nightmare he'd made it out to be. As I sat there behind the same red Chevy Monte Carlo I'd been looking at for the last ninety minutes, I scrambled trying to think of the best way to escape the situation I found myself in.

Dad had described the problem before; I just hadn't paid that much attention at the time. But as I sat there, it all came back to me. Take a cramped four-lane highway that takes the idea of 'limited access' to a new level, combine it with a higher than normal volume of holiday travelers all converging on it at the same time...and then put it in the mountainous terrain that stretches across the width of Pennsylvania. It was the recipe for a traffic jam the likes of which I'd never seen before.

And the key to the gridlock was the exits along the Turnpike, or the lack of them to be precise. There were too few, and they were too far apart. Most interstates have exits every few miles, but on a Turnpike you could literally go twenty to thirty miles between them, with no way of getting off. Sure, there were the service plazas they'd have for weary travelers, places to stop to eat and to refuel the gas tank. But those weren't exits...they were more like pit stops. I needed an exit.

I looked on the back of the toll ticket to find out how far I was from the next one. Actually, for me it was going to be the first one. I'd been traveling east on Interstate 70, joining up with the turnpike in New Stanton, but I'd yet to make it to the next exit going east. Checking the ticket, I found I was just a couple of miles from a place to get off, and I knew I had too. Grabbing the atlas from under the passenger seat, I started looking for an escape route.

I was able to plot out a general course, but the atlas wasn't detailed enough. I'd be getting off in the mountains, still a couple hundred miles from my final destination. I knew I'd have to take back roads if I were going to get anywhere, because there would be a lot of other people bailing the Turnpike just like I was. They'd likely take the most obvious roads, which meant the traffic jam was going to continue once I got off. My only hope was to find a way most others wouldn't take.

With it getting dark, it was only going to make finding my way a lot harder. And the winding roads would make it easy to get lost, even with my acute sense of direction. I threw the atlas into the passenger seat and looked up at the road ahead, letting off the brake to move up another car length. Sighing, I knew I needed a map. But first, I needed the exit.

~*~*~*~*~*~ 

I'm not sure which felt stranger, packing my clothes while I wasn't wearing any, or that Ann had somehow picked out an outfit for me to wear on my trip back to West Virginia. As I folded my things and put them in my suitcase, it was the latter that seemed odder to me. I couldn't find anything missing from what I'd brought, which had me browsing though my closet of the clothes I'd left behind, wondering if there was something she'd picked out from there. But that didn't seem as odd as her picking out something in the first place. After all, I was leaving...and since I was leaving alone and would be in the car most of the way, no one would see me.

I was bent over looking through the drawers of my chest, searching for who knows what that might not be there, when I felt her hands caressing my backside.

"Mmm...that is one sexy ass," she cooed as she moved her body up against mine from behind. I stood up, her hands roaming over my body, stroking my chest as she ran her left leg along the outside of mine, bringing her knee up to my hip. "I'm going to have to make you be naked more often."

"Make me?" I chuckled. "All you have to do is ask."

"I'm not in the mood to ask," she said as she scraped her teeth along my back. Her right hand made its way to my half-hard cock, pulling at it, making it grow once again. "Besides, when I'm in charge, I don't intend to ask. I'm going to tell you what I want, and you're going to do it."

"Hmm, you're sounding a little like a woman I paid to have sex with once."

"And that makes you nervous?"

"No...it's just..."

Ann put her foot on the floor, twisting me around by my cock. Putting her other hand firmly in the middle of my chest, she caught me off guard, pushing me back into the chest of drawers. My mouth fell open as I looked at her. She had used my cum to slick back her hair, at least on the top and the left side. The right side was the same as it was before. It was like she'd had a styling, but the hairdresser left in the middle of the job. Still, it wasn't her hair that had my cock suddenly stiff in her hands. It was her eyes.

She glared at me, her nostrils flaring a little as the corner of her mouth turned up slightly in a sexy smirk. "I know you don't like being dominated like I do, Neil. But there's a difference between being your mistress...and being in control. I know there were parts of what I did as Barbara where I went too far. But I also know there were parts you liked. Do you trust me to know the difference," she said, squeezing my cock hard.

"Of course I trust you, Anna. And it's not like I hated..."

"This isn't a debate. I'm simply telling you that I know I went too far. But I don't regret it, because now I know where the lines are. Now, are you finished packing?"

"Yeah, pretty much. Just have to load the car."

"Good! Speaking of loads, you have another one to take care of before you leave," she said, pulling me toward the door.

"What...what load?"

Ann stopped dead in her tracks and said, "My hair, Neil. I need another load of cum to finish my look."

~*~*~*~*~*~

Pulling up to the tollbooth, I pulled out my wallet as I rolled down the window. The cute blond attendant gave me a smile as she leaned down to grab the stub from my hand, peering casually through the window. She looked like she was a coed right out of college, and her voice was a breath of fresh air.

"Good evening," she said cheerfully.

"Same to you...Marcy," I smiled as I read the little nametag on her thick overcoat. "Did you have a nice Thanksgiving?"

She seemed genuinely stunned that I not only took the time to call her by name, I also asked something personal. "You know, you're the first person to be nice to me in the last hour. Thank you. And yes, I had a great Thanksgiving. You?"

"It was amazing, up until I got on the Turnpike. But it looks like I'm back to amazing again," I winked. "What do I owe you?"

She hit a button and grabbed a receipt, leaning out to hand it to me. "It's on me, for making my day," she said, flashing me a bright, toothy grin. 

"Wow, thanks," I said, holding onto the five dollar bill in my hand. "I guess this will go toward a map. You wouldn't happen to know where I could buy one, would you? The atlas I have isn't detailed enough."

Marcy looked behind my car, noticing there was just one more in her lane behind me. She turned off her 'open' sign and said, "Pull off to the side...I'll be there in a second to give you directions."

It seemed a bit odd, but I wasn't going to question the stroke of luck I'd just gotten. Whipping my Nissan to the right, I pulled over and shifted into neutral, pulling the parking brake. A minute later Marcy was out of her little booth, strolling across the gray pavement in her big coat. She walked to the passenger side and waited, and I stretched over and opened the door for her.

She didn't hesitate to climb in, which surprised me. Pointing toward the little 'park and ride' lot to the right, she calmly said, "My car's over there."

"I...I was looking for directions," I said with a bewildered look on my face.

"No, you were looking for a map. And they're all sold out by now. Happens every year...you're like the hundredth person to ask me that today. But you were only one that did it nicely. My car's the black Mustang."

"So I'm taking you to your car, because..."

"That's where my map is," she said, unzipping her coat.

I pulled into the parking lot and drove up behind her car. She reached into an inside pocket, pulling out her keys. Before I knew it, she was back in my car, handing me two maps...one of Pennsylvania and one of Maryland. 

"Here you go. That should get you where you're going, wherever that is."

"West Virginia. I don't know how to thank you, Marcy."

"You're more than welcome..."

"Oh God...I'm sorry. I'm Neil."

"Hi Neil. Like I said, you just made my day more bearable. I'm just returning the favor."

I drove her back to the edge of the parking lot and she got out. It was a bizarre interaction, but one that I truly appreciated. I rolled down my window to say thanks again and she surprised me my leaning down, her arms on top of my car as she once again peered inside.

Or perhaps 'leered' was more accurate. Marcy struck a more provocative posture. With her coat still open, I noticed her ample bosom for the first time, practically spilling out of a frilly pink top. My eyes ran to her deep cleavage, which became deeper when she reached up and popped open another button.

"Enjoying the view?" she asked.

"Sure...I love looking at the mountains in Pennsylvania," I smiled, more self-assured than I should have probably been. It wasn't like anything was going to happen, but I wasn't opposed to flirting if that helped thank her for the gesture she'd just done for me. My only surprise was that she didn't start in the car.

"That's a nice outfit you're wearing. Tell me, is that big package a gift for someone special?" she said, her eyes nodding toward my crotch.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 89



© 2012, All rights reserved – mimaster

~*~*~*~*~*~

I could never remember being more tired; or more stressed. Staggering into the lobby of the hotel at three-thirty in the morning, I had a new appreciation for the phrase 'weary traveler'. My lower back ached. My eyes and head hurt. My legs felt like they were made of Jell-O. The only saving grace was that I didn't have to check in. I didn't even bother to unload the car. I just grabbed the bag that had my toiletries in it and headed inside so I could take some aspirin and go to bed.

I'd left Indiana much later than I'd anticipated, saying goodbye to Ann at close to one in the afternoon. Not that I was upset. The sendoff she gave me was incredible, so getting a later than planned start on my drive was worth it. But with the nightmare that was holiday traffic, and having to take unfamiliar roads the last 200 miles, a trip that normally took me nine hours ended up taking almost thirteen. After enduring that, the escapades that we had shared before I left seemed like a distant memory.

That is, until I looked at my reflection in the doors of the elevator. I'd managed to walk through the lobby without anyone seeing me, mostly because it was empty. I was so tired and out of it, I'm not sure it would have mattered, but I'd totally forgotten what I was wearing. I'd gotten out of the car and grabbed the bag and my coat, not bothering to cover up. Seeing myself in the tight baby blue T-shirt and the ridiculously small white spandex gym shorts, I let out a little laugh.

"God, she dressed me up like a Ken doll," I groaned. Looking down at the big bulge protruding from the front of the tiny tight shorts, I shook my head. "No wonder my crotch hurts."

I was still wearing the cock ring and the ball strap she had put on me over half a day before. It wasn't as bad as I made it out to be, but I was a little sore. Still, all I could think about when I walked off the elevator was how I needed to get to bed. I had to be at work in just a few hours.

Slipping the key into the door, I locked it behind me as I threw my bag and coat on the floor. I walked into the bathroom, needing desperately to go but finding it harder because of the things I was wearing on my cock. But even with that, I left them on when finished and pulled up the front of the tight shorts. Not because I'd promised Ann that I wouldn't take them off until I talked to her; I was just too lazy and tired. I never even bothered to get undressed. I just opened the door to head to bed.

When I walked out of the bathroom, I noticed for the first time that the light was on in the bedroom. I didn't remember turning it on when I came in, but my brain was so foggy I might have. Still, I peered around the corner wondering if I was nuts. It turned out I wasn't crazy, and I also wasn't alone.

Heather was lying on the bed closest to me with her eyes closed. She was wearing a sexy little red teddy and a pair of 4-inch heels. But that escaped me. All I noticed was that she'd also been crying...a lot. Her breathing was ragged as she lay there. I could see that her eyes were puffy and her mascara had run down her cheeks.

"Heather?" I said quietly, worried about her.

"OH MY GOD!" she screamed as she woke up. Jumping up, she began sobbing again as she ran over to me, practically falling into my arms. "Oh...oh Neil! T...thank God you're here!" she cried into my shoulder.

"What's wrong, Heather...what's happened?" I said in a panic.

"W...we've been wor..worried s...sick!" she stammered through her tears.

Looking over her shoulder, I checked around the room, noticing it was just the two of us. Pushing her back with my hands on her shoulders, I bent down a little to look into her watery eyes. "Who's 'we'? What are you talking about? What's going on?"

"M...me...and Ann! Where have you been! Y...you were supposed to be here hours ago!"

"I've been driving."

"Until now? You l...left twelve hours ago."

"Thirteen. There was so much traffic I ended up taking back roads. I just got here."

"You've got to call A...Ann right now. She's a...a mess."

"It's 3:30 in the morning, Heather."

Taking a deep breath, she calmed herself. "Trust me...she's still awake. She's called every half hour since midnight."

Walking over to the phone, I sat on my bed and picked up the receiver. Heather sat on the bed across from me, pulling a Kleenex from the box on the little table between the beds. There were dozens of used ones rolled up into little balls, scattered about the table, some falling to the floor. She was still shaking as she dried her eyes.

As I dialed the number, I looked at her and finally clued in to what she was wearing. "What are you doing here, anyway? And why are you dressed like that?" 

She let out an exasperated sigh, her heavy chest rising and falling underneath the sheer lace of the teddy. Discarding the wadded up tissue in her hand onto the table, she grabbed another one from the box. "You were supposed to fuck me, you big dope!"

~*~*~*~*~*~

It took me over a half-hour to get Ann to calm down. Hell, it took me almost fifteen minutes just to get her to stop crying enough to listen to my explanation as to why I was so late. But that didn't stop her from being upset. 

"Why didn't you stop and call?" she sobbed.

"I...I'm sorry Ann. I just wanted to get here. I never stopped."

"You drove thirteen hours without stopping," she said sarcastically.

"No. I stopped in Ohio and got gas, and then I drove across the street and went through a drive-thru at Wendy's. But other than that, I never got out of the car."

"And you never thought to stop and call me to tell me you were going to be so late."

"Ann...I said I'm sorry. Like I said, I was driving across the mountains in the dark, down winding two-lane roads I'd never been on before. I wasn't looking for a pay phone. I was looking out for deer."

"You had to stop to get off the Turnpike. Why didn't you call then?"

I thought about whether I should tell her about the innocent encounter with Marcy. It would have been smarter if I just didn't say anything. But at the same time, I didn't want to lie or hide anything from her. 

"Because, I got distracted by the mountains," I said with a groan.

"What does that mean?"

I took a deep breath and launched into what happened. I didn't sugar coat it, or leave anything out. I figured if I was going to tell her, I needed to give her the full details...and Heather for that matter, since she was sitting there listening to half the conversation anyway.

"So, anyway, that's what happened," I finished, waiting for her to say something. She'd been silent from the moment I told her I had something I needed to tell her. They both had. I felt like I was waiting for a shoe to drop, or that big foot from Monty Python to come down and squish me. 

Finally, she asked, "Is that it?"

Stunned by the question, I said, "Isn't that enough?"

"I guess I was expecting you to tell me something happened."

"Something did happen. She showed me her tits, right there along the road. And she felt my crotch."

"Aw, Neil...relax. First, while I didn't expect you to get felt up, I wanted someone to see you. That was the whole point of having you wear that outfit. As for her flashing you, you saw more than that when you went on Spring break in college."

"Actually, no I didn't...but that's beside the point. So...you're...okay with it?"

"Of course. Why wouldn't I be? And now that you've told me, it helps explain why you didn't call when you stopped there."

"So, you're not mad anymore?"

"Baby, I was never mad. I was scared. I thought something happened to you. I don't know what I'd ever do without you, Neil. I love you."

"I know. I love you too, Ann. I'm sorry I scared you. If it ever happens again, I'll stop and call next time. I promise."

"Okay."

"So, you're okay?" I asked.

"Yes baby...I'm fine."

"Can I ask you a question then?"

"Sure," she replied, sounding a lot more like herself than when she'd first answered the phone.

"Can you tell me why Heather's in my room dressed in lingerie, and why she's telling me I was supposed to fuck her?"

Her infectious giggle came through the receiver, making my heart smile. I swore I could hear her impish smile as well when she said, "Oh...that."

"Yeah...what's that all about?"

"I'll tell you tomorrow baby. It's too late tonight...you've got to get to bed."

"Okay...but..."

"Neil, I'll tell you tomorrow."

"It's not that...I can wait on that. But I do have another question."

"Okay, but I'm not sure I'll answer it right now either."   

"God...I hope you do," I groaned.

"Tell me, what is it?"

"Can I PLEASE take off this ball strap?"

She giggled again. "No...but you can have Heather take it off. And the cock ring. And let her sleep there tonight; she's been through a lot too. Goodnight baby...I'll talk to you tomorrow. I love you."

"Love you too, Anna. Goodnight."    Hanging up the phone, I stared at Heather, who was now twirling her hair seductively. "So...did she tell you?"

"No. Tomorrow."

"What about tomorrow?" she asked, her lower lip pouting.

"Whatever it is, she'll tell me tomorrow. She wants us to go to bed...as in sleep. She does want you to do her a favor though."

"Yeah, what's that?"

Pulling down the tight shorts, I nodded toward my leather strapped crotch. "Can you please take these off?"

~*~*~*~*~*~

It had been a very long day. I'd gotten very little sleep, the exhaustion I'd felt from the trip having collided with the emotional stress that I'd caused by not thinking to call Ann and let her know I was hours behind schedule, which made me even more tired. If it wasn't for the three cups of strong black coffee I'd had early on, I'm not sure how I would have even made it through the morning. 

But I'd been down that road before, many times. I knew what would happen. Or at least, what I thought would happen, based on the way my body usually responded to a lack of sleep. Being a night person, my internal clock had a tendency to reset around 5PM. If I was tired, for whatever reason, I'd usually have something happen that would give me a second wind late in the afternoon and I'd be good to go for the rest of the day. The hard part was making it through the workday and getting to that magical hour without dropping. 

But it almost always occurred if I could make it to five. It was just the ways it hit me that varied. I'd had it happen just by going outside and getting a breath of fresh air. I'd had it happen when I found something so funny that I laughed out loud. I'd even gotten out of a tired funk just by hearing a kick ass song on the radio. Then there were the times where it would come out of nowhere, something totally unexpected that got my juices going, giving me an adrenaline boost that would jumpstart my body. In this case, it was a message on my phone at work.

Thelma, my shift partner and I were walking back from our afternoon production meeting. We'd been working together for a few weeks and I'd really come to like her. She could come off as a bitch if she was crossed, but most of the time that was because she working in a field where women hadn't been that successful in moving up. I wouldn't say she had a chip on her shoulder. It was more like she carried with her the burden of all the women before her that hadn't been able to make it as far as she had in management, and the hopes of all those waiting to follow in her footsteps.

She knew she was one of the few women that had made the leap from production employee to supervision successfully. She wore that like a badge, understanding she had a responsibility that came with it. I suppose the way she came across could be considered hard or uncaring. It was easy to think of her as bitchy. In a way, she perpetuated that image, using it to her advantage to deal with the testosterone-laden landscape she worked in among her peers.

Yet I knew better. I'd gotten that impression the moment I actually met her, despite Carol's initial warnings of how she could be. And as I got to know Thelma while working together, I saw past the armor she would adorn herself with, which was disguised as one of the long flowing dresses that she'd wear each day. Thelma was a big woman...not fat, certainly not obese. She was just tall, with a frame that was on the larger side. Big-boned came to mind, but that was a poor categorization, and an unfair one at that. She had a grace about her, one that she'd only share when she let her guard down. Apparently, I was one of the few that could get her to do it.

When the two of us were alone, whether it was in the office during our shift or somewhere in the plant, she'd occasionally drop her shield and open up. I'd been able to find a crack in that armor when I'd asked her to dance the night of the launch party. She'd tried to cover that up in the days that followed, insisting it was out of character for her. But I knew better. I just had to find the right way to get her to come out of that shell on her own.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Thelma and I had been working late one night, actually one of several dozen in a row during the start up phase. It was dark as I walked her to her car, not wanting her to cross the expansive parking lot by herself. As we made our way to our cars, she was lamenting the fact that she had to go home once again to an empty house and scrounge around to find something to eat. 

"I haven't had time to go grocery shopping in over a week," she whined. "I can't believe I'm going to have to make another grilled cheese sandwich. I'm just too tired to go shopping."

"You could always stop at a fast food place on the way home, Thelma," I laughed.

"I don't eat fast food, Neil. I'm already fat."

"You're not fat. Stop saying that."

She looked up and down her body, her voice thick with contempt. "Uh...look at me."

"I do. Every day...and you're not fat. You're tall. You're not supposed to be a size three."

"I'd settle for a size thirteen," she groaned.

"Give me a break. You're not that big and you know it. Besides, it's your own fault."

"I'd like to think its heredity...but thanks for insulting me."

"That's not what I meant," I said, not backpedaling from the aggressive posture she'd just taken as she reacted to my comment.

"So, what the fuck DID you mean?"

"I just meant that if you're going to wear dresses like the ones you wear all the time, you have to expect people are going to think you're bigger than you really are."

"What's wrong with my dresses? They're comfortable."

"You say comfortable. But people see frumpy."

"Neil, I can't believe you just said that to me."

"Why not?"

"Because, it was rude!"

"It was honest."

"It was honestly rude! How I dress is my business. I've never had anyone say anything personal like that to me. Especially another manager!" 

I stopped and looked at her. She was actually holding in her anger, but she was steaming. Instead of cowering like many others would have, I smiled. "Yeah...what would a friend say to you?"

"What?"

"A friend. You have them, right?"

"Not that it's any of your business, but all of my friends are still in Pennsylvania. I don't have any here."

"Yeah you do...you're looking at one. And if your friends in Pennsylvania had been better ones, they would have told you what I'm telling you now. Stop pretending to be something you're not."

"I'm not pretending. This is who I am."

"Bullshit. You can put on the act all you want, but I'm not buying it. And as your friend, I'm calling you on it."

"What are you talking about? What kind of friend hurls insults?"

"How is telling you you're not fat insulting?"

"You called my clothes 'frumpy'," she said, pulling at her dress.

"Look, I'll never understand what you went through to get where you are, Thelma. I can't imagine how much longer and harder you had to work just to get a shot. And that's totally unfair. So, I can understand why you act the way you act sometimes in there," I pointed toward the plant. "But when it's just you and me, whenever we're alone, you don't have to put on the show. That's insulting."

"What show...what are you talking about? I told you...this is me! You either like me or you don't."

"Well, it's hard to like you when you don't like yourself, Thelma."

"W...what?"

"Why else would you do what you're doing? You must not like yourself to keep saying you're fat all the time, and to wear things that are so unflattering."

"I...I don't do that."

"You've called yourself something derogatory eight times since we left the office. I counted. Would you like me to list them?"

Her head dropped, the embarrassment showing as her eyes batted like a bashful little girl. "No."

"As your friend, I would never let anyone else call you names. So, what makes you think that it's okay with me if you do it to yourself?"

"Wow...that's...I don't know what to say."

"You don't have to say anything. Just be nice to yourself."

Looking down at her dress, she sighed. "So, these really make me look...fatter?"

"I never said that. I said...well, you know what I said."

"Frumpy."

"Yes, they're very unflattering. I'm sorry about being so blunt. I really just look at it as a costume."

"A...costume?"

"Sure, look at it this way. Conrad wears a leather jacket and a bandana with some Harley-Davidson emblems on it, puts a wallet with a chain attached to his belt into his pocket, and he pretends to be a biker. That doesn't mean he is one. You put on a dress like that, go around calling yourself awful things, put on the persona of being a bitch, all to pretend you're fat. That doesn't mean you are."

She chuckled. "Wow...you just compared me to Conrad. And here I thought you insulted me before. But hey, thanks for walking me to my car."

"Look, at least you can do something about it, Thelma. He's so arrogant he's never going to see how ridiculous he looks. Now I'm not saying you look ridiculous; I'm just saying you could try to look better."

Smiling politely, she got into her car. Shutting the door, she rolled down the window as she started the engine. "Thanks, Neil...but I wouldn't know where to start," she said as she put the car in gear and waved goodbye.

Watching her drive off, I felt my chest swell, my breath catching as I felt a flash of inspiration hit me as I waved back. "No. But I do," I grinned.  

~*~*~*~*~*~

Tapping my foot against the concrete of the little stoop, I pressed the doorbell a second time and readjusted the bag I was cradling in my arm. 

"Just a minute," came the muffled call from behind the door to the modest little ranch.

Looking around in the dark, I waited, knowing that I was taking a chance showing up unannounced. When the inside door opened, I opened the storm door. "Hi. Long time, no see," I smiled.

"Neil...what are you doing here?" Thelma asked.

I held up the bag in front of her. "Groceries."

"You bought me groceries?"

"No, I bought us groceries. Can I come in?"

She looked down at herself, the sweatpants and sweatshirt a stark difference from the way I usually saw her dressed. "I...I don't..."

"Sure you do," I said as I walked in past her and one of her two cats. "Where's the kitchen?"

She started scrambling, scurrying around her living room to tidy up. "But...N...Neil? I wasn't...expecting company." 

"I'm not company. I'm a friend. Oh...there it is," I said as I headed to the back of the house toward the kitchen. 

There on the stovetop was a pan with a freshly made grilled cheese sandwich still sizzling inside, slightly burnt on the top. Setting down the bag, I grabbed the plate that was on the counter and flipped the sandwich onto it. Cutting it in half, I set the plate on the floor and grabbed a fresh package of ground beef out of the bag I'd brought.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 89



Thelma moved about the front of the house before moving into the kitchen, trying to clean and straighten up as she went along.

"What are you doing here?"

"Feeding your cats," I said as I glanced down at the two of them gorging themselves on the meal Thelma had just cooked.

"Neil! That was my last of the bread!"

Grabbing the fresh loaf of the French variety from the bag, I smiled. "No it's not." Opening the ground beef, I threw it into the skillet that had cooked the grilled cheese and put it on the heated burner.

"Really Neil...why are you –" 

"Can you get the phone for me?"

She shook her head in confusion, her mind swarming with conflicting thoughts and even more questions. Still, she grabbed the phone and handed it to me as I opened the cupboards searching for a pot. I filled the one I found with water as I dialed.

"Hey babe. Yeah, I'm here. No, I haven't told her yet. I thought I'd just let you...yeah. Thanks for doing this; I love you." Handing the phone to Thelma, I nodded, "Here you go."

"What? Who is it?"

"It's Ann. She's going to ask you some questions, and you're going to give her honest answers, okay?"

She took the phone and put her hand over the mouthpiece. "I don't understand."

"Just talk to her Thelma. She'll explain. Go into the living room and relax. Talk to her, and I'll take care of everything in here."

~*~*~*~*~*~  As we made our way to our office from the meeting, Thelma moved closer to me. It was an interesting reaction, because she was responding to the looks and glances from the employees as we made our way across the production floor. It was like she was startled and she was looking to me for some kind of protection.

"You okay?" I laughed.

"I'm just not used to this. I'm not sure I can do this, Neil. I...I'm not –"

"Comfortable?"

"Yeah. I feel like I'm drawing attention to myself," she said bashfully.

"You are."

"That can't be good," she snorted.

"You drew attention to yourself before too, just in all the wrong ways."

Shaking her head, she stared at the concrete floor in front of her. "I'm not sure about that."

"I've been with you most of the day, Thelma. I haven't heard anyone say anything negative at all. Have you?"

"Well no. Everyone's been really nice. I've even gotten a lot of compliments."

"Then hold your head up and act normal. In a week, everyone will be used to the new you and you can go back to acting like a bitch if you want."

She slugged me playfully on the arm as we made our way to our office. Catching her reflection in the windows as we passed, she stopped and looked at herself.

"I can't believe Ann did all of this," she mused as she twisted back and forth in front of the glass like she were standing in front of a mirror in a dressing room.

"I say that all the time," I answered under my breath.

What Ann had done was give her a wardrobe makeover. The night I'd gone over to her house I spent my time in the kitchen making dinner, while Ann talked to her on the phone. I was making spaghetti and a fresh salad; Ann was busy convincing her that she could indeed help, even though she was five hundred miles away.

Ann asked her lots of questions. She covered the basics, like size, weight, height, and such. But she also asked her personal questions, trying to get a feel for who she was and what style might suit her best. Thelma knew what Ann had done for a living, so she wasn't questioning her credentials. But she doubted that she would be able to do anything from where she was. She also doubted that it would help.

Ann took it as yet another challenge. She hadn't been gone from her store that long and with it being national, most of the clothes they had on the West Coast would be on the East Coast as well. She even knew about clothes that her particular store didn't carry from the literature she'd receive on new things coming out.  

She answered Ann's questions, albeit reluctantly at first. But as she got to know my fiancée over the phone, she warmed to her personality. Ann was her usual self, upbeat and enthusiastic, telling her ways she could transform her image without compromising who she was as a woman. And the longer they talked, the more she began to believe. 

As we sat down to eat, Thelma opened up. She let down her guard and told me some things about herself. She was just like she'd been that night we'd danced. She was funny and smart, with a pleasant smile when she'd decide to show it. And I was doing everything I could to make her laugh.

Still, I knew the change I was seeing in her wasn't because I was her shift partner, or that I'd told her I was her friend. It wasn't even that I'd shown up out of the blue to cook her dinner so she'd be spared having to eat another grilled cheese sandwich. While all of those things were true, I knew she felt closer to me because she'd talked to Ann. 

Part of that had to do with me being engaged. It was hard for Thelma to feel comfortable because she didn't know Ann. That I'd shown up at her home like I had could have been disastrous for our working relationship. She was single, and my work partner. I was engaged, and here I was at her house. Ann made all of those potential tensions go away. 

The truth was, I wasn't attracted to her, but it wasn't because she was a large woman. While she wasn't a model, she certainly had some nice features. Yet she made herself out to be an ogre. She'd even called herself that in one of her many self-deprecating moments. It was hard to find someone attractive if they didn't like the way they looked. And with Thelma, it had a lot more to do with what was going on inside, rather than her outward appearance.

But I'd seen a change in that, and it started with that night at her house. Still, she wasn't convinced with what Ann had in mind. In the weeks that followed, she still wore her drab dresses, although she did change her hairstyle. She went away from the heavy perm, changing her long blond hair to a straighter style with more layers. It looked so much better than the one she had been wearing; the one that she said made her look like Big Bird. And it was a great start.

While that change had sent a little ripple running through the plant as they saw her, it wasn't until after Thanksgiving that she decided to make the big splash. She came into work wearing a business suit of sorts. It was a sharp burgundy blazer with a white silk button down blouse underneath. Below, she was wearing a tasteful tan skirt that came to just above her knees. She even had foregone her traditional sneakers, wearing a pair of flats to go along with her hose. The outfit showed more of her form, which while tall, was certainly anything but fat. She was curvy, and she was now letting those womanly charms show.

She had been sitting behind her desk when I'd arrived, but I knew as soon as I'd walked in that she'd made a dramatic change just from the sheepish look on her face. She'd gotten in early to avoid making a scene walking through the plant the first time. By the way she was tucked in behind her desk with her seat lowered I wondered if she'd ever leave the shelter it provided. She might as well have been in a bunker the way she was sitting.  

Setting down my things, I turned, looking at her from my vantage point from the back of the office where we both sat. Her wary eyes darted in my direction, shying away from my gaze. 

"Stand up, Thelma," I directed, motioning with my fingers.

"I...I can't" she replied nervously. 

"You also said you couldn't dance, and we both know that's not true either. Come on, let me see you."

Slowly pushing her chair back from her desk, she rose up, the apprehension in her face coming close to all out fear. Stepping back away from her desk, she stood there waiting for me to say something.

"Say something," she pleaded, my silence tormenting her as my eyes drank in her charms. Staring into her eyes, the corners of my mouth rose, a wry grin appearing at first, quickly followed by a full on smile. "What!" she exclaimed, her nerves fraying as she started tapping a foot, folding her arms in front of her.

"If you would have looked like that the night of the party, I would have had to stand in line for my turn to dance with you."

"Stop it," she said defiantly. 

"I'm serious, Thelma. You look –"

"Beautiful," Jeff, our boss called out as he stood in the doorway, a stunned look on his face.

"Enough. I'm not –"

"Yes, you are," I nodded. "You look amazing."

"Neil's right. I might just ask you to dance right now," he laughed. I supposed by some standards, that was a bad statement to make what with him being her boss. But he wasn't going down some unknown path on the way to a sexual harassment charge. He and Thelma had worked together for years and from the look on his face, he was thrilled she was coming out of her cocoon.

After the shock of the initial reveal wore off, she explained that she wasn't sure about transforming her entire image at first. But, she kept thinking about her conversation with Ann. It wasn't until she went shopping the day after Thanksgiving that she made the bold decision to follow through with what she suggested. She had walked through the mall, passing the store of the company Ann had used to work for. There in the window was a mannequin dressed up in an outfit that had been described over the phone as one that would be perfect for her. 

Not only did Ann describe it verbally, unbeknownst to me she had sent her a package with a couple of catalogs, with various outfits circled for her to consider. She told us that she spent three hours in that store, trying on different combinations. 

"The sales girl was trying to help me, but Ann had already done most of the work. So, instead of helping come up with outfits, she ran back and forth bringing me things to the dressing room. I never really liked shopping for clothes before, because...well. Anyway, it was so much fun."

She said she bought an entire new wardrobe, forcing herself to make a change for good instead of doing a little at a time. She said it had been forever since she'd splurged on herself and once she got started, she had trouble stopping. She said she bought enough outfits for two weeks, and by being able to mix and match things, she could go almost two months without wearing the same exact outfit twice.

"Until Spring," Jeff kidded.

"Yeah, but I'll deal with that then. Right now, I'm not sure I even want to do this. I don't think I can take the people staring at me."

I chided her, saying, "Okay, so you can't blend into the plant like you once did. But they're not going to be staring at you. They're going to be admiring you."

"Maybe even leering," Jeff laughed.

"Great. That's exactly the look I was going for, being ogled," she whined. He walked over, his eyes sparkling as he looked at her. He said nothing, just looking at her and grinning. Finally, she blushed and let out a giggle. "Stop it Jeff."

"Stop what?"

"Looking at me that way."

"Is it that bad, being admired?"

"W...what if they're really staring at me because I look foolish?" 

He smiled sweetly and said, "Then they're idiots, Thelma, because you look incredible. You are going to get looks, but try to enjoy them."

As she stood looking at herself in the window late in the afternoon, I stopped to watch her. She was still being a bit of a nudge when it came to the reaction she was getting. But the smile on her face told me she loved the newfound attention, and she loved the way she looked even more. Doing one last little pirouette, she turned and ran into me.

Startled as she fell forward into my arms, she yelled, "Oh my God! Neil, I thought you went into the office!" 

Helping her back to her feet, I chuckled. "Nope. I'm still right here."

"Why?"

"Just doing what everyone else has been doing...admiring you. Hell, now you're even doing it."

She put a hand over her smile as she giggled. "I know. I still can't believe this is me. Ann is so amazing Neil. I don't know how to thank her."

"Does that mean you're okay with the new you now?"

She nodded enthusiastically, her entire body seeming as if it were smiling at me. "Yes. I really am."

"Then that will be thanks enough for Ann...I'm sure."

As we walked into the office, we both noticed the red indicator lights on our phones blinking. She sat down and punched in her security code, listening to her message while I was still accessing mine. Before mine started, she was laughing.

"It's Ann! She found out about what I'm wearing," she cackled. 

"Really? I didn't tell her," I replied as my message started playing. "Huh...this is Ann too. That's funny."

Actually, mine wasn't that funny. It was erotic, and sexually explicit. As Thelma was listening to Ann, it seemed that Anna was the one that had left my message. Thelma was giggling over whatever was on her machine. Meanwhile, I was getting hard under my desk as I listened to my fiancée describe what she had in store for me once I got off of work.

As I pressed the button to delete the message, Thelma was on cloud nine and then some. "Can you believe that Ann called just to tell me she's proud of me?"

Staring at the receiver in my hand, I grinned as I set it back on the base. "Yes, I can."

"She said she heard I've been walking around today showing myself off. Can you believe...well, I guess you can! Where would she get that from?"

"Carol."

"Carol? Really?"

"Other than you, she's only other person Ann knows from the plant. They talk a couple times a week."

"Wow, they're that close?"

A quick flash of Carol and Ann flashed through my mind, their naked bodies intertwined as they engaged in an incredible cock-hardening 69 on the very day they actually met each other for the first time. "Yeah, they're pretty close. They got together when Ann came out," I nodded.

"That's so nice. I think it's great that she already has a friend here."

"I never thought of it that way, but yeah. It is pretty cool."

"So what was your message all about?"

"Oh, she just has something she wants me to do after work."

"Let me guess...she wants you pick up a gallon of milk on the way home?" she kidded.

"HA...yeah, it's something like that."  

~*~*~*~*~*~

"I can't believe I'm doing this again," I said as I looked in the mirror while brushing my teeth.

I shifted back and forth on my feet, trying to get comfortable. But I knew it wasn't going to happen. I had that familiar feeling in my gut, one that made my crotch burn. Putting the toothbrush away, I rinsed my mouth. Drying off my face, I stood back and looked in the mirror again.

"Okay, you stupid looking Ken doll...let's go before you change your mind." Grabbing my keys and a coat, I headed out the door. Standing in the hallway, I looked down toward the elevators. Recalling Ann's message once again, I thought about her phrasing. "She said I had to walk out of the hotel like this. She never said I had to use the lobby again."

Turning to my left, I headed down the stairwell.

Making it safely to my car unnoticed, I breathed a sigh of relief as I closed my door and started the engine. Looking in the rearview mirror to back out, I caught a glimpse of the baby blue T-shirt in was wearing, causing me to starting laughing hysterically. 

"God I love you, Ann," I said as I shook my head with a smile in my face as I put the car in gear and headed out of the parking lot. My chest swelled as I made my way to the interstate. Of course I loved her. Why else would I be doing what I was doing?  

The message she had left on my phone at work was sexually explicit. At least, it involved sex and the instructions she'd left were explicit, just like all the other times she'd set up something adventurous for me to do while we were apart.

So, I found myself driving, once again dressed in the odd getup she'd asked me to wear on my drive back to West Virginia. Not only was I wearing the tight blue T-shirt and Tina's white spandex shorts, she also had me put the cock ring and ball strap back on. She wanted me just like I'd been the day before, because as she put it, I had unfinished business to attend to.

I'd been so late getting to the hotel the night before, it had ruined the surprise she had waiting for me...Heather. To make up for that, I was making my way over to Heather's place. What I was making up wasn't actually for me, although I wasn't going to complain. The adventure she had originally set up was for Heather, as a way of thanking her for all the things she'd done to make my stay at the hotel so incredible.

Ann confessed that she'd reconsidered her statement that she wanted our relationship to slow down a little. We'd agreed that the only other people we were going to be involved with sexually were Carol and Tina, at least for the time being. But she'd had a change of heart because of Heather and what she'd done. So, for the lack of a better way to put it, she wanted to include her on that short list of potential sexual partners. 

I thought of all the times I'd eaten Heather during the game that Ann had made up. Not to mention all the blowjobs I'd gotten as part of it. I never bothered to keep track of the total, but I figured between Heather and I, we'd come out fairly even between giving and receiving. Yet that was the extent of what we'd done together. Sure, Heather had some fun with Carol too, just like I did. But unlike Carol, the one thing that Heather never got to do was fuck me, because Ann had forbidden it. Fucking wasn't part of the game. 

She didn't say it in the message. In fact, I couldn't remember Ann ever mentioning it. Yet I could tell in her voice that she felt guilty that she never let Heather and I fuck. Not guilty about me being denied Heather's charms in that way. She simply felt bad that she'd asked Heather to do all of the things she had, getting turned on in the process and never giving her the opportunity to have what Carol had.

It's true that Carol was a special circumstance. Even though she didn't get to fuck me as part of the game, we had since I'd started calling the Sheraton home. That only happened once Ann arrived, with her being there as part of a threesome. But that didn't change the fact that Carol got to feel my cock inside her, while Heather could only wonder what it might be like.

To her credit, Heather never complained, at least to me. I couldn't remember her ever whining or pouting that we didn't get to go that far. Like me, she was happy with the sexual experiences we did get to share. Besides, it wasn't like she didn't win in the game the way it was set up. She'd gotten to explore her sexual boundaries in ways she never imagined, and she'd certainly had more than her fair share of orgasms in the time we'd been playing.

Still, Ann must have felt that Heather had somehow been shortchanged, and she was sending me on a mission to rectify that. With her working at the hotel, Ann said she didn't think it would be appropriate to have her stay late after work a second day in a row. In fact, she didn't want her to have to sneak into my room again, fearing that she'd already done it so many times she might get in trouble with the hotel. 

Instead, Ann asked her if it were possible to change the venue altogether. Heather not only did that, she decided she didn't want to wait any longer than she had to. Taking one of her personal days, she called a friend to cover her shift, spending the day getting her apartment and herself ready for my arrival, wanting me to show up right after I got off work.

The apartment complex was rather new. It was an upscale one in a tasteful area of town. The buildings were all three stories high, the grounds around them well manicured; a huge community building with an empty pool near the entrance. Reading the numbers as I cruised slowly through the parking lot, I quickly realized that Heather was in the farthest building and her apartment appeared to be on the top floor. 




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 89



Parking in front of her building I craned my neck, looking to see if there was anyone around. While I really didn't care if anyone saw me dressed like I was, that didn't mean I wanted to go out of my way to be noticed. It was a strange juxtaposition; not caring, yet still looking to see if anyone was around. Maybe I cared more than I was letting on.

Taking a deep breath, I laughed. "I can't believe Ann is making me do this," I said to myself. 

Hearing those words ramble around in my brain, I had a chill run down my spine. She was  making  me do it. 

She had told me a thousand times that one of the things she loved about our relationship was that she didn't have to do all the thinking. She'd been single and living on her own for over ten years, making every major decision herself. With me, she knew she had a partner, someone to lean on when life presented challenges.  

She took that a step further though. She relished in giving herself to me. Not necessarily in a submissive role, although she'd done that several times, and it was something we'd both enjoyed. What she loved more was being made to do things sexually, particularly when it came to some kind of exhibitionism in public.   

When I thought about how I was dressed and what she had done the day before, having me ride to Tina's shop wearing only the cock ring and ball strap she's put on me, it occurred to me that she was turning the tables for once. She was giving me a small taste of what she loved so much, what turned her on, stoking the sexual inferno that burned deep within her. Feeling exposed.

"Hell, I'm surprised she didn't tell me to go inside naked," I said in relief as I got out of the car, walking up the long sidewalk.

Climbing up the stairs to the door of the building, I checked the listing next to the call box, looking for the right apartment number. Pressing the buzzer, I waited for an answer as I peeked through the window of the door. It was indeed a three story building, but the bottom portion was a split level, with a stairway that went down a half a flight to the left. That meant the stairs to the right went up two and a half flights, at least if my math was right.

"Hello," Heather's voice called through the speaker.

Pressing the microphone button, I replied, "Hi Heather. It's Neil."

"Oh my God! You really showed up!"

"Of course I showed up. Why wouldn't I show up?"

"I don't know. This whole thing seems like a dream. I just figured after last night, Ann might come to her senses."

"Heather, I know it may seem hard to believe, but she is the sanest woman I've ever met. She just also happens to have an incredible sexual appetite...and the most erotic imagination to go with it." 

"So you really think she's okay with this?"

"She called you, didn't she?"

"Well, yeah."

"And I'm here, right?"

"Ha...yeah."

"Then that means she called me too. Which means there's only one more question you need to ask?"

"What's that?"

"Are you going to buzz me in, or not?"

When I got to the landing between the second and third floors, I stopped, looking up the steps to the little hallway. I'm not sure what came over me. Well, I did, but it was hard to believe Ann had such an influence on my thoughts like she had. I suppose I wanted to actually feel what she felt all the time since she was making me do what I was doing. To do that, I felt like I needed to take things a step further.

I quickly slipped off my shoes and the short socks I was wearing, stuffing the socks inside. Taking off my bomber jacket, I put it on a step above me and put the shoes on top. Next, I removed my shirt, placing it on the pile I was creating. Taking a deep breath, I peeled the tiny tight shorts down my legs, bending at the waist. I wrapped the coat around the other items I'd had on, walking up the last flight of stairs in just the items that were adorning my cock, which was suddenly throbbing uncontrollably.

A rush came over me, the thrill of being naked in the hallway of Heather's apartment building making me nervous and excited at the same time. Taking another deep breath, I knocked on her door, trying to act calm and casual, like nothing was different. I was sure she could hear my heart beating outside the door as she approached.

She took off the latch and turned the deadbolt, opening the door slowly to peer outside. The look in her eyes was priceless as she took in how I was standing there, arms behind me as I held my clothes in my balled up coat.

"Oh my GOD! Neil, get in here!" she exclaimed, grabbing at my arm to pull me inside, showing off the sexy nightie she wore the night before in the process. I made her drag me inside, walking slowly as she yanked on my elbow.

"What's the matter, Heather?" I smiled.

"Mrs. Henderson, that's the matter?" snapped as she closed the door.

"Who's Mrs. Henderson?"  

"She's my nosy neighbor across the hall. She's always checking out what I'm doing, so I try not to give her anything to talk about. Pretty sure that's out the window now."

"Aw, Heather, the odds that she saw anything are –" 

"One hundred percent," she sighed.

"Oh, that's impossible, Heather."

"No, it isn't. She doesn't work and every time I have someone come to my door, she's right there, looking through her little peephole to spy on me."

"Are you sure you're not being paranoid?"

"Neil, I'm serious. There's no doubt that she was looking at your bare ass when you knocked on my door."

"I had it covered with my coat."

"Maybe, but not when you walked up...and not when you came into my apartment. These walls are so thin it's ridiculous. She hears everything."

"Okay, maybe she saw something. So what if she did?"

"She's going to say I'm a slut, that's what?"

"Well yeah, you walked out into the hallway in that nightie to pull a naked man into your apartment, what else could she think?"

"Oh my God...I did, didn't I?"

"Uh-huh. Again, so what?"

"I've just tried so hard not to give her anything to gossip about, that's all."

"Gossip?"

"Okay, she doesn't really gossip. But she'll tell her husband, that's for sure."

"So she's tells him how her day went. What else is she supposed to do?"

"You don't understand."

"Then enlighten me."

"Okay, but you need to know that I didn't do anything. Well, that's not true. Maybe I stirred her pot a little," she giggled.

Heather told me that when she first moved in, the husband next door got caught staring at her while she was sunbathing topless on her deck. Since she lived on the top floor, she figured she was safe, thinking that her neighbors had left for the day. Unfortunately, she lost track of time because she dozed off and when hubby came home and fired up his grill on their deck, he spotted her.

Unfortunately, Mrs. Henderson spotted Mr. Henderson. It would have ended there, with him getting the natural reprimand coming for a jealous wife who has too much free time on her hands. But Mr. Henderson had a wandering eye and she had a rocking body that she didn't like to hide. She made sure she wasn't half naked again, but that didn't mean she didn't wear short skirts and tight, low cut tops. That's just who she was. 

It seemed that she kept bumping into him after that, whether it was in the hallway, or taking out the trash, or in passing in the parking lot. Or more likely, he was finding ways to bump into her. When they ran into each other at the pool during the summer, it was explainable, but she noticed his blatant leers. When he suddenly appeared in the laundry room on the bottom floor of the apartment building, she put finally two and two together.

That's when she felt herself getting turned on. Not by the prospect of having sex with him. She didn't really find him attractive. It wasn't because he was ugly or anything. In fact, she described him as a handsome man in his middle to late thirties. It was that he came across as rather wimpy, basing that the way she heard him get berated by his wife time after time though the tissue thin walls. 

What turned her on was that she was turning him on. She found that exhilarating. So, she took advantage of that attention, going out of her way to flirt whenever he found a way for the two of them to 'accidentally' run into each other. That started with the chance meeting in the laundry room.

"The funny thing was, I just happened to be doing a load of my underwear. When I took it out of the dryer and started hanging them in front of him, he couldn't take his eyes off them."

"Did you say anything to him?"

"Sure. I pulled out a bunch of my thongs and started folding them and when I caught him staring I smiled and said something like 'I hate it when I wait too long to do laundry. I had to go without any underwear morning.' I thought he was going to cum in his shorts. His eyes went straight to my little miniskirt, and you just knew he was thinking that I was bare underneath."

"Were you?"

"Well, yeah. But it wasn't because I ran out of thongs. I just didn't feel like wearing underwear that day."

"Like me today," I smiled.

She had gotten so worked up from how I'd showed up on her doorstep she'd lost track of why I was there to begin with. Eyeing my bobbing hard cock, she walked over to me, putting her arm around my shoulder as she face me. Her other hand went to my strapped balls, fondling them. 

"I'm not wearing any either," she cooed.

"So, how did you manage to get out of the laundry room alive? He had to be drooling."

She squeezed my balls, leaning in closer to me. "I put most of my things in a laundry basket, but I had a lot of sexy things that I didn't dry on hangers too. So, I asked him if he'd give me a hand taking them back to my apartment. I picked up the basket, nodding for him to grab the stuff I'd hung on the little rack they have down there. He almost tripped trying to get them. He didn't want me too far ahead of him."

"Oh...so he followed you up the stairs?"

"Uh-huh...he was about five steps behind me. Just far enough back so he could peek up my little skirt."

"You're kidding. Did he see anything?"

"I made sure of it. That was kind of the point."

"Wait. First you say that you don't want her talking about you, and now you're telling me that you've been teasing him?"

"As far as I know, she only knows he saw me sunbathing and that he helped me carry my stuff upstairs. Other than that, he's the one that keeps finding ways to run into me and he's the one that keeps getting busted for it. I've played innocent to her, up until you showed up at my door."

"How did she know he helped you carry your things?"

"I told you, she hears everything. Of course, I may have made a lot of noise coming up the last set of stairs. And, I took my time putting down the basket to get my keys out of it."

"Let me guess, you bent over at the waist, right?"

"How else is a girl supposed to bend?" she said with an innocent grin as she moved her hand from my balls to my cock, stroking it. "I opened my door, brought the basket inside and when I went back out to get what he was holding, I thanked him?"

"Ha...and just how did you do that?"

"I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and said thank you. That's when the door to their apartment opened."

"Oh, shit. What did she say?"

"She glared at him, and asked me what I was doing. I told her I was thanking her husband for offering to help carry my lingerie. She glared at him and said, 'Helping her with her lingerie, huh!' So I said something like, 'Doesn't he help carry yours?' and she said she didn't wear lingerie. And I just said, 'That's a pity.' Then I thanked him again and went inside my apartment to listen to the argument."

"Was it bad?" I laughed.

"Yeah...for a little while. But they ended up fucking like rabbits an hour later."

"Really?"

"Well, yeah. Women have two choices when they feel something happening that might threaten their relationship with their man. They can either get angry and end it, or they can step up and do something to keep them. And now, she keeps a close eye on him...and me."

"Does she get pissed at you?"

"No, because I haven't really given her reason. But I still dress the way I dress and act the same. And he keeps finding ways to leer at me whenever he can. I just haven't flashed him since then and I'm obnoxiously polite to her."

"So, you gave him a little taste. Is it any surprise he still looks...and that she's checking on you?"

"Not really," she shrugged.

"Okay, but I'm puzzled as to why my showing up is a problem?"

"Because, you showed up naked, Neil. I've been portraying myself as little miss innocent and now she knows I'm not."

"I think you both knew all along that she doesn't believe that. Why pretend to be something you're not? It's not like you're an awful person, you're just sexual...like Ann. There's nothing wrong with that."

"First of all, I don't think any woman is as sexual as Ann is. And no, there's nothing wrong with being sexual."

"Then why hide it," I said, pulling her into my arms. "I think we should do whatever we can tonight to make sure they both know just how much of a woman you really are."

She let out a squeal as I lifted her off the floor, cradling her in my arms. "What do you have in mind?" 

"I'm thinking we give them both something to talk about."

"Hmm...and just what would that be?" 

"We can give Mr. Henderson something to dream about every time he sees you from now on."

"And what about Mrs. Henderson," she said as she nuzzled my neck.

"She gets a real reason to worry."

"Neil, I'd never screw around with her husband."

"You know that, and I know that. But she doesn't."

"You're going to make living here impossible for me," she said as she licked the outer edge of my ear.

"Does that mean –"    

Moaning, she slowly flicked her tongue at my lobe. "Mmm...I think it's a perfect idea." 

~*~*~*~*~*~

I was pounding into Heather, holding her legs spread wide and high, only her upper back resting on the thin, uncomfortable mattress. Not that she was complaining. On the contrary, she was screaming as yet another orgasm ripped through her strong, sexy body. I wasn't complaining either, even though my knees were a little sore from the way the springs of the bed moved beneath me.

Well, a pullout bed. Instead of going for comfort, using the big, soft queen-sized bed in her bedroom, we decided to keep our lovemaking to the living room, if only to be closer to the walls of the Henderson's apartment so they could hear everything loud and clear. 

According to Heather, they would have been able to hear the racket we were making if we'd done it in her room, but it would have been muffled and distorted. By opening up her old couch into the hide-a-bed that was confined inside, we brought sounds of the experience from her living room to theirs in all the magnificent glory we were intending.

At least that's how it started a couple of hours before. What with my fucking her for the second time already, we'd both kind of lost sight of why we were there on the couch instead of her bed. We were too engrossed in actually fucking each other that any thought of what the neighbors next door were hearing, or downstairs for that matter, didn't register with either of us.

In truth, there was no lovemaking. She was adamant that we only fucked. I inquired why and she said that first, she wanted to do what we set out to do, giving her neighbors an erotic audio show. The bigger reason in her eyes was Ann. She said that she could justify fucking me because that's what Ann wanted. But she couldn't bear the thought of making love to another woman's man, especially one that was getting married in less than a week.

So we fucked. And now we were fucking again. The first one lasted, even though I was excited and I hadn't cum in quite a while. The ball strap saw to that, drawing out my orgasm and making that first encounter take well over a half hour. Since there was no foreplay, it was an all out encounter, and she begged and pleaded with me to fuck her harder.

We'd started out the second time the same as the first, in a missionary position. But now she was bent up on her shoulders and I was jamming my hard cock back and forth inside her wet, sloppy pussy. She had let me cum inside her that first time, wanting to feel what she'd seen and swallowed so many times, my cock firing jet after hot jet of white sticky cum into her. That first load was now making a frothy mess at the junction of my cock and her pussy, a trail running down the crack of her ass. 

"I feel so wicked," she panted.

"That's because you're acting like a horny little slut," I growled as I pawed at her heavy breasts.

"I've never done this before."

"Sure you have, less than an hour ago."

"No...I've never fucked when I've already, you know..." her voice trailing off as if she was embarrassed.

"What?"

"You know, I'm sure it happens in your world a lot because of Ann, but most women don't experience sloppy seconds."

"It's just me, Heather. It's not like I'm the second guy you've been with tonight. And Ann's never don't that either."

"What, sloppy seconds doesn't count if it's not two guys? I still have a load of your cum inside me and now you're fucking me again. It's the same thing."

I shrugged and said, "I guess. It just seems like it has to be different."

She moved her legs, letting me know she needed to change positions. I let her back down and she grinned. "All I can tell you is I've never felt this before, and it makes me feel slutty with your cum sliding down my ass."

"It's your cum too!"

She pulled back, my cock slipping out of her used pussy. She looked at my shaft, a thick white ring of our combined juices formed around the base. I glanced at her pussy, the same gooey concoction oozing from between her splayed lips. Flipping over onto her knees, she wiggled her ass.

"Fuck me doggy style, Neil. There's too much talking and not enough screaming," she said mischievously.

Playfully smacking her ass with the palm of my hand, she let out a yelp as I slammed my cock back inside her cunt in one fast thrust. The sounds of animalistic sex soon filled the room as I rammed deep inside her, while she pushed her body back into mine. She was holding on to the back of the couch, her fingers gripping the fabric, making the back bang into the wall from the force of my thrusts.

As I pounded, she started wailing again, egging me on. She wanted me to fuck her harder. She wanted me to fuck her faster. She wanted to make sure the Henderson's knew she was getting her brains fucked out. I knew that was her goal, but I didn't think she was being too over the top. She was a vocal lover and with what we were doing to each other, it seemed in the moment.

Regardless, together we were making a lot of noise. And like her, I felt the wickedness of fucking her tight pussy with a load of cum already inside. At least, the cum that hadn't dripped out or been churned up from fucking a second time shortly after the first. If anything, that was the part that seemed preposterous, my cock staying hard while I recovered in between. Then again, the ball strap and the cock ring helped see to that.

She loved how the two black apparatuses looked on my crotch, so she asked me keep them on the first time we fucked. That was okay by me, because while it hurt a little just wearing them, the feeling they gave me once I started fucking her was incredible. Not to mention the indescribable euphoria I experienced when I actually came. Since both helped keep me hard after we'd finished, I didn't feel like taking them off was a good idea. Putting up with the minor discomfort they caused seemed like a small sacrifice for the kind of pleasure that she was giving me.

Because of the strap and that I'd just came, it took a while to build up to another orgasm...at least for me. Heather didn't have that problem. She'd already cum while I had her ankles pinned near her ears and she was seconds away from another climax from me fucking her from behind.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 90



© 2012, All rights reserved -- mimaster

~*~*~*~*~*~

Slipping on a pair of grey Dockers, I pulled them up my legs, spreading my thighs to hold them at my knees. I looked at my tasseled hair in the mirror, running my fingers through the wet strands to straighten them out before grabbing a navy blue dress shirt that was lying next to the sink on the vanity.

"I could watch you do that all day," Heather said from the bathtub behind me, her right leg dangling sexily over the side as she used a sponge to soap her breasts. She was staring at my bare ass as she playfully washed herself; her long curly hair looked darker and straighter from being wet like mine. She had it pulled up on top of her head, exposing her sexy neckline.

Glancing at her in the mirror as I put on the shirt, I winked. "I could say the same thing about you. Want to shave your legs again for me?"

"Only if you'll come back over and shave your balls again for me," she teased, lifting her other leg straight out of the water; her toes pointing toward the ceiling.

Buttoning the shirt, I turned around carefully, giving her one last look at my cock before tucking it and my shirttail inside, closing the pants. As I zipped up I stared as she tweaked one of her nipples. "It's tempting, Heather. But I really do need to get to work."

"What time is it?" 

Checking my watch as I picked it up off the counter, I smiled. "It's 7:00."

"Can you wait a half-hour?" she asked, her eyes pleading with me.

"Sure, I suppose. Your place is a lot closer to work than the hotel is."

"How much time do you have?"

"Oh, about forty minutes. But I'm pretty sure I'm done, sweetie. I just came an hour ago; that's four times in the last twenty-four hours." 

"It felt more like twelve. Ann was right; you came just as much this morning in bed as you did the first time last night."

"If you say so."

"Oh...I say so," she giggled.

"It's a gift," I shrugged, putting on my belt.

She batted her big eyes, her dimples lighting up the room. "It's just as well. I'm going to be walking funny for a week as it is. It's one thing to fuck me the way you did, but it's another for it to last that long each time. I think we had sex more than we slept."

"We could have slept more. You're the one that woke me up."

"What did you expect? Ann only let me have you for the night. I had to take advantage of the time we had. Besides, you didn't complain when I sucked you awake."

"HA...no, the only one that complained last night was Mrs. Henderson."

"God Neil...I still can't believe you did that," she snickered, her hand covering her mouth and nose.

"Yeah, well...I was just trying to be polite." ~*~*~*~*~*~

I was sleeping soundly, erotic thoughts filling my dreams once again. It seemed every time I closed my eyes, visions of some kind of sexual event filled my head. It had been that way ever since fate brought Ann into my life. Almost all of those dreams involved her, this one included. And that was interesting, since I was dreaming about what I'd just done with Heather hours before.

I'd had that happen several times, where something that Ann had set up with another woman would come to mind, yet I substituted her into the scenario instead. And that's because as much as I loved her letting me be with other women, my heart belonged to her and her alone.

Stirring from that erotic dream, I felt a pair of lips kissing my shaft, which was already hard from what had been playing out in my unconscious mind.

"Good...you're awake. Mind if I play with this," Heather whispered as she held my cock in her soft hand, gently squeezing my balls with the other.

"No, I don't mind," I said with a sleepy smile, raising my arms over my head to stretch.

Crawling up my body, she continued to grip my shaft as she kissed me. "Can we take this into the other room, Neil?"

"I'm not sure I can handle that mattress again, Heather. My knees are really sore."

"Mine too. But I've already taken care of that. Come on...please," she hissed, licking at my ear, biting at my lobe.

"You're hard to resist," I groaned as I sat up, moving her with me.

"And you're hard. I want to take care of that for you."

Getting off the bed, I lifted her up, carrying her back into her living room. She'd left the lights off, but she had been a busy girl. She'd lit several candles, the soft glow offering a totally different mood. But there was no doubt we were going to fuck, and fuck wildly. I could see that in her eyes as I cradled her in my arms, her hands around my neck. If that wasn't a big enough clue, the fact there was a high backed barstool in the middle of the room got my attention. The couch had been folded back up, and it was obvious she had plans for the stool.

Setting her down, she got on her toes to kiss me again, my hard cock brushing against her belly. "What did you have in mind," I asked as I took her into my arms, holding her as we kissed.

"I was thinking we'd fuck," she giggled as she kissed along my jaw.

"Did you have someplace in particular in mind?"

Pulling back, she shot me a coy smile. "My pussy, sweetie. I'm not ready to take that big thing up my ass like Ann or Carol."

I knew she knew what I meant, but I loved that she was being lighthearted. "Oh, I don't want to fuck your ass."

"You don't," she said, an eyebrow arching as if she was suddenly considering it, and wondering why I wasn't.

"No...I'm not done wearing out your pussy," I smirked.

"Funny, it's sorer than I can ever remember. You sure you didn't wear it out already?" 

"We could always stop."

She ran her tongue seductively along her upper teeth, her eyes narrowing into a sultry stare. "I said I'm sore, not stupid. I'm hornier than I've ever been in my life, so if you want to wear out my pretty little pussy, be my guest. Besides, I'm sure you're sore from wearing that harness for hours on end two days in a row. Who knows, maybe I'm going to wear out your balls first."

Grabbing her ass, pulling her hard into my body, I grinned. "I'm willing to take that chance."

She patted the seat of the barstool as she pulled away. "Then hop up here and we'll try to wear each other out." I sat down and she climbed up, straddling my body as she faced me. Easing her reddened pussy down over my swollen shaft, she sank down, engulfing me. "God I feel so full," she sighed. "Now remember, the louder the better."

"It's pretty late, Heather."

"Trust me, Neil, this won't be the first time someone in the building woke up the neighbors with the sounds of fucking. It's just the first time it's going to be me making the noise!"

~*~*~*~*~*~ Standing behind Heather, I was concentrating on the job at hand, which was pounding her pussy as hard as I could, trying to wear it out. She'd ridden me for about twenty minutes on her way to another loud orgasm, but she'd tired of doing all the work...and making all of the noise. I'd been reserved, content to let her have her fun and wake the neighbors if she wanted. But the change of position changed all of that.

Once she came, she climbed off of me, her sweat-slickened body shining in the candlelight. As soon as I got off the barstool, she stood on the lowest rung and bent over the seat, holding onto the back, which was to her right. She looked over her left shoulder, her ass the perfect height as I moved in behind her, and I teased her by rubbing the tip of my cock against her puckered asshole.

She bristled, her body tensing. But I was amazed that she didn't object. Instead, she grabbed the back of the chair, gripping it tighter as she looked at me. Her eyes were wild, the irises blazing as she waited for me to do something...anything. I moved my cock lower instead, guiding it back into her slick pussy with a long, firm stroke.

"Oh God," she cried, feeling me stretch her wide once again. "I love this feeling!"

"Yeah, how about this one?" I growled, smacking her right ass cheek with a stinging blow.

She flinched, screaming "FUCK!" as she felt my hand mark her skin. Looking over her shoulder again, she leaned down, creating a more intense angle. "FUCK ME! MAKE ME YOUR SLUT!"

It was the first time I'd ever heard Heather say something like that and it caught me off guard. There was a time when that word would have made me blanch. In fact, it would have turned me off so much I would have likely just stopped what I was doing. But Ann changed that. She got me to see that it was just a word, and that words have different meanings. I'd originally associated it with my ex and the activities she'd engaged in, which was one way to define it. Ann's definition proved to me that being a slut could actually be a very good thing. 

When Heather said it, I had to keep from chuckling because of how different it sounded in her southern accent. Instead of turning me off, it spurred me on. I felt my hand raise again, my palm landing on her ass cheek in the same place a second time. Her nostrils flared, the desire flashing in her blazing eyes.

"You want to be a slut?" I asked as I started fucking her harder.

"Yes...YES!" she seethed through her clenched teeth as my hand struck her again. 

We'd fallen into roles of sorts. Actually it wasn't role playing, it was fucking. But she wanted to be treated more roughly this time and with my being woken up and a little tired, I was more than happy to oblige. I continued to spank her, my palm landing in the same place every time. The blows were sporadic, but stinging; just enough to keep her in the frame of mind she wanted, which kept me feeling the same way. 

I didn't realize how much I was talking, or how loud I was being. I was just fucking her like the slut she was begging to be. Maybe I'd been conditioned by Ann; whenever she wanted her sex hard and angry, I became more aggressive. I was just never aware I also so much more vocal doing it.

The pounding on the door coincided with how I was fucking, the rapping almost perfectly in time with my thrusts. I ignored it at first, spanking Heather on the other cheek, her playful yelp reverberating inside my head. The second knock actually made me turn my head to look toward the door, but I kept fucking. It wasn't until the third, followed by a female voice calling for Heather, that I paused.

Pulling out, I walked around the chair. Heather was pleading for me to come back, but for me, the moment had been lost. Or at the very least, it had been temporarily misplaced, and I marched to the door to find it. Releasing the chain on the safety latch, I flipped the handle on the deadbolt and grabbed the doorknob, whipping the door wide open. I was suddenly standing in the entryway with my throbbing cock pointing directly at the unwelcomed guest.

"Can I help you?" I asked in a gruff tone.

"Uh...I...I..." the woman stammered as her mouth hit the floor, her unblinking eyes going straight to my glistening shaft. She was standing there, frozen in place in a short pink robe. I knew who it was. At least, I thought I did. But I hadn't expected my reaction. I guess I was expecting her to be...anything but what was standing there.

She was beautiful, even without her makeup, which she'd obviously taken off for the night. Her long, brilliant red hair was mussed, probably from tossing and turning on her pillow attempting to sleep. Her perfect porcelain skin had become flushed at her neck and cheeks, embarrassed from the way I answered the door. 

I could just manage to make out what was a well proportioned chest underneath the robe, her ample bosom lifted up by her crossed arms. And there was no mistaking the long, shapely legs that were trembling slightly, almost all of them on view for me. She kept shifting from one bare foot to the other, yet her piercing green eyes never left my crotch.

What surprised me was that I was instantly attracted to her. I'd said many times, and even believed in some ways, that redheads weren't my cup of tea, so to speak. I'd even harshly said that I found freckles and alabaster skin unappealing. Yet the instant she came into view, I began to question all of those beliefs. Here...here was a woman that proved all of those views to be wrong. 

I suppose I knew for quite a while that I'd been wrong. My opinion had softened when Dawn and I had invited Denise to join us at the hotel where she worked in Ann Arbor. Then there was Nancy, the sexy receptionist at my former job, with whom I'd had a brief sexual encounter in my office. Then there was Ann herself, who donned a red wig and pretended to be an escort.

Of course, all of those women had been tan and that was what I'd always pinned my revised opinion on. It wasn't their hair color I'd reason...it was the idea of pale skin and freckles. Yet somewhere deep inside, I slowly came to realize that my rationalization had always been irrational. And it was Ann as a redhead that convinced me, even though I didn't know it at the time.

As I studied the woman in front of me, I saw her classic beauty. She wasn't just pretty; she was stunning, even while looking tired and disheveled. The freckles weren't a turn off. Instead I found myself wondering how many she had and where they might be; the idea of discovering them became very intoxicating. I felt my cock raging again, as if I'd never stopped fucking. And yet, I was puzzled. 

If she was who I thought she was, I couldn't help but wonder why on earth a woman so gorgeous would ever be jealous of another woman.

With my new outlook on the beauty of redheads standing right in front of me, my straight face softening into a smile. I could feel my cock twitch as she gazed over my body, making her blink, the corners of her mouth turning up ever so slightly in what I took as an inquisitive grin. Perhaps even a little naughty.

"Can I help you," I asked again, my voice softer and more inviting.

"I...I was expecting Heather to answer the door," she responded, her arms falling to her sides. The front of her robe fell open to show her cleavage, displayed prominently in a sheer red teddy that barely held them.

Turning my body slightly to the side, I moved to my left, looking back into the living room. "She's busy right now," I pointed.

Heather was leaning far over the barstool, her big tits swaying as she raised her left hand and waved her fingers. "Hi Mrs. Henderson," she moaned sheepishly.

"Uh...hi," she responded, waving almost automatically. 

Taking advantage of the unusual situation, I reached down and stroked the tip of my cock like I was trying to keep myself hard, although that was never going to be a problem with Heather as she was, and her neighbor's eyes wandering all over me.

Taking in a deep breath, I moaned seductively. "I love your scent. Is that vanilla?" I asked, moving slightly closer to her.

"What? Oh...yes," she said bashfully, the personal comment catching her off guard. 

"Well, it's very alluring."

"Thanks."

"So, is there something I can do for you?" 

"Uh...Oh. Yes. I hate to seem rude, but you're being awfully loud and I can't sleep."

"Really? This is a brand new building, isn't it?"

"Well yes, but the walls are still rather thin. I can hear everything you're doing."

"Is that why you showed up wearing the teddy?" I smiled, nodding toward the gap in her robe.

"Certainly NOT!" she snapped, as if coming to her senses. But she never bothered to cover herself. If anything, her robe opened a more, the soft inner flesh of her shapely chest coming into full view.

I shrugged, "Okay. I have to tell you though; I'm a little surprised you came over. If you could hear us so well, you had to know what we're doing, and that you're interrupting us."

"Well...you were interrupted my sleep," she complained, the exasperation in her voice sincere.

"Mrs. Henderson, I -- "

Clearing her throat, she batted her amazing green eyes. "It's...Jennie."

I found the fact that she offered her first name very curious, and a little exciting. Flashing a toothy grin, I went back to flirting. "Jennie, I refuse to believe a woman as gorgeous and sexy as you are hasn't woken up the building a time or two in the heat of the moment."

"Are you kidding...I'm married! I don't act like that." 

"That's a shame," I sighed, shaking my head in disbelief. Eyeing her body through her parted robe, I added, "And if you don't mind me saying, it's also a bit of a waste. Your husband needs to step it up...I'd be making you scream every night." Winking, I let go of my cock and slowly walked back over to Heather, leaving Jennie standing alone in the open doorway. 

I got behind Heather, patting her gently on the ass, making her bristle. Looking over her shoulder, she said, "You're not going to take it easy on me just because...Jennie showed up, are you?" 

Arching an eyebrow, I rubbed my cock against her open pussy. "Still feeling slutty?" "Yeesss!" she hissed once more. Sliding my cock back inside her wet, tight pussy, I spanked her left ass cheek hard twice before lacing my fingers into her hair and pulling her head back. Slamming my cock deep into her cunt, she screamed out again. 

"OH...FUCK!" she cried as I started pounding her, making her big natural boobs flop back and forth.

"Oh my God," Jennie moaned, her words barely audible, yet resonating as if she'd yelled them at the top of her lungs like Heather was doing again as she begged me to fuck her harder.

Turning my attention to our guest while I continued to slam into Heather, I stared into her dazzling green eyes. "I'm sorry Jennie, but you need to shut the door so we don't wake anyone else up."

"Shut...the door?"

"Yes. You're welcome to join us...or, you can go back to your apartment. I'll be done with Heather in about an hour."

As her hands fell to her sides, the front of her robe totally opened. Her face was in total shock. I stared at the sexy body that was wonderfully framed in the teddy she was wearing. "J...Join you?" she stuttered. 

"JOIN US?" Heather snapped. So did her head as I let go of her hair. She turned to glare at me over her shoulder. I winked as I kept fucking her, knowing what Jennie would do as soon as I challenged her. 

Actually, it took a little longer than I thought. She stood frozen in place, unable to tear her eyes from the scene that was playing out in front of her. At one point her left hand moved across her abdomen, her fingers coming closer and closer to her mound. 

When I took Heather's hands and held them behind her back, forcing her lower against the barstool, pinning her there in a dominate way, I heard our voyeur gasp. But a moment later she moved through the doorway, closing the door behind her as she left in silence, returning to the safety of her apartment. 

I let go of Heather's arms, and she forced herself upright. She looked first at the door, and then back to me. She started to say something, but I smacked her ass again. 

"NNNNNAHHHH!"

"Turn around, Heather. I want you to look at the door while I finish fucking you."

"Why?"

"I want you to think about what might have made you do if she had stayed."

~*~*~*~*~*~

Heather was drying her hair with a towel, running naked around her apartment as she looked for something.

"Can you wait five more minutes, Neil?" she pleaded once more.

"Sure, Heather. I told you I could stay until 7:40. I've got fifteen minutes."

"What time is it now?"

Laughing, I said, "Well, that would make it 7:25, wouldn't it?"

"Where is my damn robe!" she complained, searching through another closet. 

"Uh, I don't know. Why do you need a robe? You look perfect."

"Thanks. But I can't say goodbye to you at the door like this."

"Of course not...you need heels," I grinned.

She laughed hysterically, walking out of her bedroom a minute later in four-inch black spiked heels carrying a white silk robe over her arm. 




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 90



"I found it."

"Pity," I said as she slipped it on and tied the sash.

"What time is it now?" she asked as she walked into my arms.

"What is it with the time? Are you catching a train or something?"

"Not exactly. But there is a departure." My puzzled look made her smile. "Come on, you need to get going."

"First you want me to stay, and now you want me to leave? My, you're fickle."

"I don't want you to leave, but Ann won't let me keep you," she replied wistfully as she took my hand, leading me toward the door. 

Opening it, she leaned against the door jam, her left foot bent at the knee with the sole of her stiletto against the wooden frame. Pulling her to me, she brought her lips to mine, beginning a soulful kiss.

"Mmm...you smell wonderful," I complimented.

"Thank you. It's vanilla," she giggled.

"I know. It's one of my favorite scents on a woman," I winked, thinking about how I'd said something to Jennie about that very thing the night before, which obviously wasn't lost on Heather.

"Still flirting are we?" she blushed.

"Of course, you're still beautiful, and you're still my friend. Why wouldn't I?"

"Just wondering if things changed after this morning, that's all?"

"Why would you think that?"

"Because, what we did in the shower was a lot closer to making love than fucking."

"No, we fucked. You make love in a bath."

"I'm just telling you how it felt to me."

"It was nice, wasn't it?" I replied, kissing her neck.

"It was perfect."

She looked into my eyes, her chest rising as she took a deep breath. She was holding my hands, squeezing them tightly. I got the impression she didn't want to let go. I also had a feeling she wanted to say something.

"What is it, Heather?"

"Pardon?"

"On the tip of your tongue...I can tell you want to ask me something."

She flicked her tongue across my lips and then giggled. "Did you mean that?"

"Mean what? Is something wrong?"

"Heavens no. I had the time of my life last night. I was just wondering...why did you ask Jennie to join us last night? What if she would have said yes?"

"She was never going to say yes, Heather."

"How do you know that?"

"She said it herself. She's married."

"Uh...you're engaged."

"Yes, to a woman that loves and trusts me. I know our relationship is different; we're more sexually adventurous than most couples. But that doesn't mean Ann and I don't set boundaries and stick to them."

"Neil, you invited Jennie to join us. Ann wouldn't have approved of that, would she?"

"Not without us talking about it first, or unless it was part of what she set up to begin with."

"Then why -- " 

"Because she trusts me, and she would have approved of what I did."

"I don't understand."

"Heather, I knew Jennie wasn't going to join us because she's a married woman; one that just happens to have a jealous streak running through her. She was so concerned about how her husband reacted to you I knew she wasn't going to do the same thing with me. I did her a huge favor last night."

"Oh, I get it. You were testing her."

"Well, not at first. I was actually ticked that she interrupted us. But once I opened the door and she kept staring at me...it just sort of came to me. Besides, I wanted to finish what we'd started and she was kind of getting in the way."

"It still surprised me that you invited her like you did."

"So...it's not like she didn't go back to her place and start fucking her husband. They were louder than we were," I laughed. 

Heather was running her finger across my chest, making little circles around my nipples through my shirt, which had them getting hard in response to her touch. Pulling her away from the doorframe, I took her into my arms once again. She let out a squeal as I kissed her passionately, my hand slipping between the folds of her rope to cup her left breast.

"Feels like you want to start things up again yourself," she whispered, the back of her right hand brushing against my growing cock.

"I wish I had time," I said as I reached for the tie holding the robe closed.

"Neil, not..." She paused, the door to the Henderson's apartment opening across the hall from us. Mr. Henderson walked out into the hallway, his wife at the door to kiss him goodbye. "...yet," Heather said, finishing her sentence as she watched the two of them staring at us. 

Jennie looked at me wide-eyed once again, her nostrils flaring like they had when she'd first seen my naked body in the same doorway I was standing in. Then she looked at Heather, a fire in her eyes. It wasn't jealousy. It was more...well, I wasn't sure what it was. But I had an idea. 

Kissing Heather again, I pulled the tie, opening the front of her robe. The fact that she'd said 'yet' gave me an indication of what she had in mind all along. And if not, I wasn't going to stop anyway. She started teasing Jennie's husband; I figured I'd push the envelope a little more, just like I'd done the night before. Heather moaned into my mouth as my hands made their way to her neck, moving the silk fabric across her shoulders. She shivered, but she also let me have my desire, arching her back as she lowered her arms to let the robe fall gracefully to her feet. 

Pressing my lips tenderly against hers, my hands found her breasts, holding them as I thumbed her stiffening nipples. When I pulled away, she sucked on my lower lip, stretching it out seductively. She exhaled as she opened her eyes, turning toward her neighbors, exposing herself to them. 

Jennie surprised me when she winked at Heather, a wicked smile of her own as she bit her lower lip. "Robert," she murmured, tapping her husband on the shoulder.

"Yes dear," he politely replied as he tore his stare away from brunette beauty that lived across the hall from him, giving his full attention to his wife.

She opened her little robe, letting it fall off her shoulders just like Heather had, exposing her own naked body. I grinned and nodded my approval, drinking in the incredible womanly curves as she posed for her man, one foot slightly in front of the other, hands on her hips as she proudly jutted out her magnificent chest. Her pale pink nipples darkened in her excitement, the buds of her upturned breasts hardening before our collective eyes. The little tuft of wispy red pubic hair adorning her mound made my cock stir in my pants.

Jennie's emerald eyes captured his. She looked amazingly confident as her husband shook his head in disbelief. There were no nerves showing, or hints of embarrassment, although I was sure she was feeling some of both. But she was also feeling the rush of letting go. She stood there like she'd done that a thousand times, her head held high as she reveled in the moment. 

"This is how I'm going to be dressed today, Robert. I'm going to be naked all day, thinking about what I'm going to do to you tonight when you come home. Think about that as you drive to work this morning."

"Jennie...are you serious?" he said excitedly.

"Deadly," she said as she moved into the hall to kiss him hard and deep. It was a long, wet, steamy kiss; one designed to leave a lasting impression. "Don't work to hard today, sweetie. You'll need to rest up for tonight. I'm going to be ready for you." 

With that, she gave his cock a long, hard squeeze. Then she offered us a little wave and turned, walking into the sexily into her apartment, giggling along the way as she left the door wide open and her robe on the floor of the hallway. Her husband was so turned on what she had done he never bothered to look back at the other naked woman standing in the hallway. Instead, he grabbed the robe, his eyes lingering as his wife disappeared down the hall toward their bedroom. He fought the urge to run after her, checking his watch, knowing he needed to leave. Closing the door, he raced down the stairs, no doubt rushing off to work in hopes of finding a way to come home early. 

"That was interesting," Heather said as she wrapped her arms around my neck, giving me one last kiss.

"Just another day in my life," I grinned, thinking that what just happened was all because of my amazing fiancée and how she spread sexual happiness to others all across the land, even when she wasn't there. 

"Thanks for being so amazing, Neil. I love you and Ann."

"We love you too, Heather. I had a wonderful time. See you at my place tonight," I kidded.

"Okay. Have a great day at work."

~*~*~*~*~*~

It wasn't the greatest day at work, but at least it was over, and Thelma and I were heading out. Of course, that really wasn't a fair assessment. After the way my morning started and given the way my previous day had played out, it was pretty much a given that there was going to be a bit of a letdown of some kind. 

I navigated my way though the workday with relative ease. It wasn't the greatest production day we'd had since we started doing live work in the plant. But it was a pretty good day with regard to training. My crew was still learning to do their individual jobs; more importantly, they were learning to work together as a team and that was where my focus was. 

I didn't care about how well my people did their jobs individually as much as I worried about how they performed collectively. Production would come over time, but only if they went from a group of individuals with talent to a crew that could not only work together but also cared about each other. So that's what I concerned myself with. It wasn't about the numbers, at least not yet. It was all about building a team.

In truth, I'd hired all of the people working in my department and from a pure talent standpoint Conrad had the better machine operators. I was okay with that. In fact, I wanted it that way, because I wanted people that I felt could work well together. I wanted people that would cover each others' weaknesses with their own strengths because it would make them all successful in the long run. 

My idea was that I could manage the egos of people that were less talented, because I could make them better as a whole. That plan was beginning to take hold. From day one, we'd been getting out asses kicked by Conrad's shift because they caught on to the machine aspects quicker. But over the last month, my crews had been steadily closing the gap. There were even several days that we'd beaten them, making the confidence soar on my shift.

There was even confidence soaring about my shift. Not only was my boss happy, so was his boss. As Thelma and I walked down the huge tiled hallway toward the front doors on our way to the parking lot, Andy Evans, the man in charge of the plant, stepped out from an adjacent door.

"Neil, Thelma, great job today," he exclaimed, his thick southern accent echoing down the hall.

"Thanks Andy," Thelma replied happily, and rightfully so. The crew she was in charge of for her part of our department had been doing fantastic from the start, her years of doing the job at a sister company paying off early. She'd been so far ahead of Fred's crew from the day one it was a joke, and there were no signs of letting up.

"I wasn't so good today," I answered frankly, knowing that for Andy, numbers were really the bottom line we'd all be judged on. He surprised me though.

"That's bullshit, Neil. You had an off day, that's all. Did you learn anything?"

"Actually, yes. I usually do," I nodded. Of course, the first thing that popped into my head was my newfound appreciation for the elegant beauty of natural redheaded women. Ones with perfect porcelain complexions complete with adorable freckles that compliment their auburn tresses.

"Yes, you do," he laughed as he slapped me on the back, snapping me out of my momentary daydream of the beautiful Jennie. "You just gave Conrad a breather today. You'll be back nipping at his heels when you get back from your honeymoon."

"I'm actually kind of hoping that we'll have a better day tomorrow. And the honeymoon's next year. We're moving into the house next week."

"Actually, I knew that. That's what I wanted to talk to you about."

"My honeymoon?" I laughed.

"No. I meant next week, and the rest of this week."

"What about the rest of the week?"

"I was talking to Jeff and Thelma and, well, things are going really well on your shift. Your people have really coming together, and Thelma's okay with it."

"Okay with what?" I asked, looking at Thelma with a wary eye.

"It's only a couple more days. If they're not ready now, they're not going to be ready by Monday," she smiled.

"W...what are you both talking about?"

Andy chuckled, his heavy laughter filling the hallway. "Neil, this is going to sound a little harsh, but remember I'm in charge, and I had to look at the big picture."

"Uh...okay?" I questioned.

"My biggest concern when I found out you were getting married was how the timing was going to impact the plant. I've never said anything about it, because Jeff and Carol assured me from the moment we decided to hire you that you were the right man for the job. And they were right."

"I...I'm not following."

"I was worried, because the wedding is happening just as we're starting production on a real scale. My fear was that you wouldn't have your crew ready for Thelma."

"For Thelma? What does that mean?"

Thelma put her hand on my arm, drawing my attention. "He means that I'm going to be in charge of running my crew and yours while you're gone."

"And that's a lot of responsibility Neil. I was concerned that your people might not be far enough along to have what amounts to minimal supervision. Thelma's going to be covering a bigger area. But I should have known that I was worried about nothing. Carol's been telling me that for weeks."

"Well, thanks, I think," I grinned sheepishly. "But what does that have to do with the rest of this week?"

"Thelma's been telling me that you have to get some things moved into the house tomorrow."

"Well, yeah. I get the keys on my way home from work today. I've got to move my all of my things from the hotel, because Thursday is my last day there. And...I'm having some furniture delivered that Ann and I bought when she came out. A new living room set. But what does any of that have to do with work?" 

"Because, you also have a bachelor party Thursday night."

"How the hell do you know that?"

"Carol," he grinned, although I should have known.

"Seems like there are an awful lot of people telling you things about me," I replied nervously.

"Only people that care about you," Thelma smiled.

"She's right, Neil. You're family here, and we care about you. Which is why I'm so happy that your crew is doing so well...it makes my decision that much easier."

"What decision?"

"I'm giving you the next couple of days off. I want you to get things settled at you new home. Then I want you to head to Indiana for your party and have a good time. And then...you marry that beautiful little fiancée of yours I've been hearing so much about and bring her back here. I can't wait to meet her."

"Me too," Thelma whimpered, her hand going to her chest as she got a little emotional.

"I don't know what to say, Andy."

"Say goodbye," he cackled as he slapped me on the shoulder again. "Enjoy the moment. You've earned it." 

~*~*~*~*~*~

Andy could have meant anything when he said I'd 'earned it.' On the surface, he was telling me that I'd earned a couple of extra days off. He wanted me to take some time so I could get things settled before I left. I'm sure part of that was he wanted it over with. The sooner I got everything taken care of, the sooner I'd be back to work. But there was no denying that he was happy with the job I'd been doing. And more important to me, I could tell he was proud of me.

Yet in my mind, I looked at his phrasing completely different, particularly when he told me he wanted me to enjoy the moment. I couldn't help thinking about living through the emotional pain of my divorce. It had been a long, difficult climb to get my life back. I was finally myself again and I couldn't help but think that in some way, I had earned the right to be happy. 

Of course, the center of that happiness was Ann. She'd be thrilled that Andy was giving me a couple of extra days off, even though I still wouldn't be heading back until early Thursday. I did have a lot of things to do at the house, so going a day early really wasn't an option. Yet as I drove to Greg Martin's office to take possession of the keys, I was at least able to relax knowing I now had time to do them.

It also excited me that I could leave much earlier on my trip back to Indiana. Not because I'd be in better shape for the bachelor party, although that was an added bonus. It had more to do with being able to make the entire trip during daylight, unlike the marathon drive I'd had just days before when returning to West Virginia after Thanksgiving. 

Driving back after work when it would already be dark was going to be daunting. Enduring nine hours on the road in hopes of attending any kind of a party, let alone the bachelor kind, was impractical at best. Leaving in the morning was going to be the answer to a lot potential problems. For any other person on any given day news like Andy's would have been the highlight, or at least in the top three. I smiled, knowing that person wasn't me.

It was great news. But I was on the way to get the keys to my new home. The one I'd share with Ann, my soon to be bride. That was going to be a pretty big highlight. But I couldn't get a couple of others out of my mind as a rounded a curve and stopped at a red light.

The first that came to mind was Jennie. I'd suddenly come to appreciate the beauty of redheads, the image of her naked body forever etched in my mind. I felt like I'd matured in a way when I looked at her in the hallway, seeing all of her glorious beauty. 

It was as if I'd been staring for years at a picture of a bridge hanging on a wall. But now I was older and wiser, and I saw that it was really a painting, and it had been a Monet all along. Jennie was graceful and elegant, more like a work of art; a new appreciation of auburn haired women was born.

Another thing keeping Andy's gift, as it were, off the top of my little highlight list was Heather. She had become such a dear friend to me...and to Ann. She'd been so kind and helpful in the two months I'd been living at the hotel. Not to mention how amazing she was in the sexual game we'd been playing almost from the day I arrived. What she and I shared in her apartment was unexpected and explosive. It was also a gift...from Ann.

And that was the thing I took away from everything that had happened up to that point in my day; the magic behind it all. Ann. 

It was all about Ann. It had always been about Ann. I spent the night with Heather because of Ann. I got to see Jennie because of Heather, and that was because of Ann. I had a new job, which was because of Ann. I was pulling into the parking lot of a realtor in West Virginia to pick up the keys to a house I would soon call home, and that too was because of Ann.

"God, I'm going to marry her!" I said excitedly, thinking how it was just four days away.

The exchange inside with Greg was rather quick. Ann and I had already signed the rental agreement that would let us take possession of the house until we could cash in her company stock to get the down payment to buy the place. I only had to initial a couple of places and sign one more document, stating that he had given me two sets of keys each to the front and back doors, along with the deadbolts. 

With that, the house was ours. Well, almost. We obviously still had to get the mortgage done. But it felt it like it was ours as I slipped one of the set of keys onto my key ring.

~*~*~*~*~*~




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 90



Walking into the hotel, I saw Heather behind the counter helping a guest check in. It was something I'd seen her do many times during my stay, and yet as I paused to look at her, it was like I was seeing her for the first time. 

She looked amazing, her long wavy brunette hair pulled back; her sharp white blouse both stylish and sexy, an extra button undone to show a little more cleavage. She wore a blue blazer over the blouse, but even from a distance I knew by the way she moved that she wasn't wearing a bra, having memorized how her breasts swayed the night before. I couldn't see through the wall of the counter, but it wasn't hard to imagine her sexy legs in short skirt.

Heather was a professional at what she did, yet her charm and wit made her more approachable, the southern hospitality coming out with every breath she took. As I watched her helping the guest, I smiled. She made a seemingly ordinary, mundane job seem so important. That thought had barely left my brain when I mentally smacked myself on the back of the head.

"Her job IS important," I sighed. "She's made you feel like you were most important person in this hotel for almost two months, Neil."

I chastised myself, because as I heard her faint voice from across the room, I could tell she was making the woman at the counter feel the same way. She made everyone feel welcomed, like she was inviting them into her own home. She just wasn't wearing the sexy nightie at work.

As I moved across the ornate floor of the lobby, I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She caught me out of the corner of her eye, a quick glance followed by a bashful, knowing smile. Yet she never stopped doing her job, giving her guest her full attention. Well, almost, anyway. The little wave of her fingers as her hand rested on the countertop confirmed that she'd seen me. Walking down the hall toward the elevator, I stopped at the door that led to where she was. Seeing the sign marked 'employees only', I thought of Ann; a bolt of inspiration hitting me.

~*~*~*~*~*~

When she'd called me at work in the middle of the day, Ann had already talked to Heather. She knew everything that had happened the night before, from how I looked when I arrived, to how Heather looked when I left, and everything in between. And I guessed that from the start. 

I was eating lunch at my desk when the phone rang and I knew instantly who it was. She called me a lot in the middle of the day, because she loved me, and because she would be fighting off the boredom of living with her parents in that little town we both called home at one time.

"Good Afternoon, Neil Thomas," I mumbled, finishing my bite of the sandwich I was working on.

"Hi baby. Got your mouth full again, I see," she said sexily.

"You know better than that," I replied confidently, looking around the office to make sure I was still alone.

"What do you mean?"

"I know by now you've already talked to Heather, which means you know I didn't do that last night."

Ann giggled, "Do...what?" 

"I didn't eat her pussy, Anna."

"Oooo...calling me Anna. Do you think I'm being naughty right now?"

"I think you're naughty all the time. I don't know why I even bother calling you Ann anymore."

She laughed hysterically, making me smile. While I missed her beyond words, I loved the playful banter we shared on the phone. It was an aphrodisiac all on its own; high octane flirting, each of us trying to turn the other one on.

"There are times I'm just Ann. But Anna's always there, looking over my shoulder in case she needs to jump in."

"Sounds like she already has."

"Maybe," she said with a lilt in her voice. "So tell me, baby. Why didn't you eat her last night?"

"Because...that's all I'd ever done with her before last night. If I was only going to get one chance to fuck her, I wasn't going to waste my time doing something we've already done."

"Hmm...that actually makes sense."

"You sound surprised."

"A little. I guess I never factored in that there wouldn't be foreplay."

"Uh...we had two months of foreplay, Ann. You saw to that."

"Aw...now I'm back to being Ann? I really like being Anna right now."

"I'm sure you do. Anything else you'd like to know, Anna?"

"I think I got most of the details from Heather. But I do have a couple of questions. Did you ever think of really fucking her in the ass?"

"Not really. I just wanted to see her reaction."

"She was going to let you, you know. She spent the whole day getting herself ready. She didn't say it, but I could tell in her voice that she was a little disappointed that you didn't follow through."

"She said she didn't want to. I didn't..." my voice trailing off in despair. 

"You just didn't read between the lines very well, baby. She was playing coy. I think she wanted you to just take her in the heat of the moment. It was part of her little fantasy."

"Wow. Great...I feel so bad now."

"Don't Neil. She loved everything you did. Hell, you fucked her four times. I hope to God you're able to do that the next time we're together."

"HA. On our wedding night? I may never stop fucking you." 

"Promises, promises," she kidded. 

"I promise I'll fuck your ass," I shot back.

"Mmm...that actually sounds really nice right now. Would you like to fuck me in the ass while I'm still in my wedding dress?" 

"Okay...now you're just trying to get me hard."

"Is it working?"

"That happened the moment I heard your voice, Anna."

"Good. I like it when you're hard for me and you can't do anything about it."

"You're such a tease."

"Uh huh, and you're my man. My job is to keep you horny and happy."

"Well you're doing a good job."

"Thanks," she giggled. "So tell me about Jennie. You wanted her to join you?"

"No. I just needed her to go away so I could finish with Heather and she was standing there with the door open. It seemed like the quickest way to get her to leave."

"How did you know she wouldn't say yes?"

"The same way I know you're fingering your pussy right now."

First she moaned and then I heard the distinct squishing sounds of her playing with herself. She'd put the mouthpiece of the phone near her pussy for a moment so I could listen. "You know me so well, Neil," she cooed.

"I know women," I replied in a moment of conceited hyperbole. 

"Most of the time you do."

"Most of the time?" 

"You had your cock pressed against Heather's ass and she was telling you yes with her body. You missed that one."

"Wow...now I feel worse," I laughed, although I really didn't find it funny. I actually did feel worse.

"Maybe you should make it up to her," she suggested.

"Oh...okay. I'll just go back in time and do that part again."

"We're having fun right now baby. There's no need to get sarcastic. I'm just asking if you would you like another shot?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, I wanted to give her a gift for all the things she's done for us...I wanted to give her a night to remember. Now I'm thinking it needs to be two nights."

"Are you serious, Ann?"

"Anna. And Anna is always serious when it comes to sex."

"I...I'm not going back to her apartment tonight."

"I don't want you to. That won't give her what she wants. She told me she was hoping to be taken, and you were so close to doing it. If she knows you're coming over, she'll know why. Look, you don't have to do this. Maybe it is too much. Maybe that was the way it was supposed to be all along. I'm just saying that if you want to, I'm okay with you fucking her one more time, on one condition."

"And just what would that be?"

"You can only fuck her ass. I don't care if you eat her to loosen her up...you know, to get her to relax. But the next time you fuck a pussy, it's going to be mine and we're going to be married. Understand?"

"Yeah. That's fine. I'm just not sure I'm up to it. And I don't have a clue how I'd take her. She would have to know that it's okay with you, because she knows I would never do anything behind your back."

"Leave that to me," she laughed.

"Like the clothes I'm wearing right now?"

"Well it wasn't like that was that hard, Neil. Heather was already staying the night in your room. Telling her to grab some clothes for you to wear the next day was probably the easiest thing I've ever had her do. So, do you want to do this?" 

"I'll think about it. I've just got so many things to do over the next couple of days and I don't know when I'm going to get the time to do them all as it is. I have to get all the utilities put into our name for the house before I leave; I have to get the keys from Greg. I also have to --"

"I know. You're going to be busy."

"Damn straight. I was just about to say that I'm going to swing by the house tonight after I get the keys. I want to jack off so I can be the first one to cum there," I joked.

"You better NOT! We're doing that together!"

"I'm kidding. Besides, you're cumming first because that's the way it's supposed to be. That way, we'll make sure we're even."

"God I love you, Neil."

"I love you too."

"I can't believe I used to have to worry about that. I'm the luckiest woman in the world. You've given me so many orgasms you'll never catch me."

"I guess not, since you're already working on another one right now."

"Yeah, but I'm going to let you have one if you want tonight. Tell you what, I'll set it up so that if you want to, go ahead and do it. If she's in the heat of the moment and she does it, she'll regret it as soon as you're done. If she doesn't want to do it because of me, I'll give her the go ahead. In either case, there will be a note from me in your inbox at the hotel, but she won't know it's there."

"And just how are you going to do that?"

"I'm not telling. You're just going to have to trust me," she giggled. 

"You know I do."

"And I trust you too. So, want to help me cum?"

"How does a man say no to that?" I laughed.

"You can't. So, tell me about Jennie."

"What?" 

"I want you to tell me about Jennie. Is she as gorgeous as Heather said she is?"

"Well, she's a redhead."

"And yet you found her really hot, didn't you?"

"How did you know?" I answered bashfully.

"From the way Heather described how you reacted when you saw her last night, and again this morning. Are you finally over your fear of redheads, baby?"

"Fear? I was never afraid. I just didn't find them attractive."

"And now?"

"I have to admit...I've been wrong all along."

"Good. I never did understand why you felt that way to begin with. I think redheads are sexy. Did you know that's why I chose to wear a red wig for Barbara?"

"You did?"

"Uh huh. I was trying to open your eyes a little. If I could have found a way to get rid of my tan for the night, I would have, just to help prove my point."

"Says the woman that lives to sunbathe."

"First of all, my skin tone is already on the olive side," she answered, being slightly defensive. "And, my tan goes better with my eyes and my hair color. And...you know lying out in the sun makes me horny. But if I would have born been like Jennie, I'd embrace it. Like I said, I think redheads can be incredibly sexy."

"Well, you proved your point pretty well that night. I'm not sure that's what changed my mind, but it certainly helped."

"Seeing her take her robe off was what changed your mind. So talk to me about her."

"What else do you want to know?"

"I want to know what would have happened. Pretend I'm Jennie, baby...what would you have done to me last night if I would have stayed?" 

~*~*~*~*~*~ Ann's orgasm was still ringing in my ears hours later when I stood frozen in the first floor hallway of the hotel. "What the fuck...why not?" I said under my breath.

Taking a chance, I turned the knob to the employee door, walking into the little lounge area. I sat on a loveseat, not really sure what I was doing there, but feeling good that I was. A minute or so later, Heather came around the corner.

"Oh my God! Neil! What are you doing back here?" she gasped, startled to see me there. 

Looking at her legs, I'd been right about the miniskirt. And I was thrilled she had on the same heels she'd been wearing when she stood naked in the hallway of her apartment. Leering at her body, a crooked smile appeared.

"Hi Heather."

"Neil...you scared the shit out of me. I thought you Aaron. What are you doing?"

Aaron was one of her co-workers, although he didn't usually work on Tuesdays. But I could see her point. We both had blond hair and as I looked, I realized that the color of my shirt could easily be mistaken for one of the ones the hotel employees wore.

"Thinking about how you looked the last time I saw you," I replied.

Placing her hands on her hips as she stood with her feet slightly spread, her posture told me she didn't believe me. So did her words when she asked, "Are you sure you aren't thinking about Jennie?"

"No, I'm pretty sure I'm thinking about you."

"I don't know. You seemed to be pretty infatuated with her."

"Well, I was certainly captured by her beauty. And yes, I invited her to stay, only because I didn't want her to stay. She's married, Heather, and that matters to me. I'm pretty sure by now her husband is doing things to her just like I was doing to you last night. And that's the thing. Last night was about you...about us. So when I say I was thinking about how I left you this morning, know that I would never lie about that."

Her demeanor softened. In fact, she was only acting like she was being defensive, if that's what you'd call it. "Aw Neil, I know you'd never lie; that's one of the things I find so endearing about you."

"So, if you know I'm not lying, you'll know that I've been thinking about how I left you...naked and horny."

"Well, I'm always horny anymore. I've kind of become conditioned over the last couple of months."

"Are you horny now?" I winked.

"Actually, I'm sore right now. I could barely walk after I got up from my nap this afternoon."

"Now who's exaggerating?"

"Oh, I'm not exaggerating. It took me a while to get my legs underneath me to come to work. They're still a little weak. It's going to be a long night. 

"More than any other night?"

"Not as far as time goes, but I'm working by myself tonight. I've only been here a couple of hours and I've been on my feet the entire time."

I got up and walked over to her, a confidence in my stride. She had moved, leaning against the wall near the doorway as we'd been talking and she sucked in her breath as I leaned in close to her. 

"So you're alone, eh?"

"Uh-huh," she nodded, biting her lip nervously.

"Are you still feeling naughty?"

"You mean slutty?"

"Let's start with naughty. We'll see if you work your way up to slutty."

"And what do you think Ann would say?"

Running my fingers along the front her blouse, I toyed with the top button that was fastened. "Do you trust me?"

"Oh God, Ann already knows you're here, doesn't she?" she whispered.

I smiled in response, not wanting to say that she was right. Instead, I just repeated my question. "Do you trust me?" 

"Does this answer your question?" as she raised her arms above her head, arching her back slightly. 

~*~*~*~*~*~

"I can't believe I'm doing this," Heather moaned, her chest rising rapidly as I toyed with her body.

"How are you feeling now?" I whispered.

"Still naughty, but you're pushing me toward the edge of being a slut again. Hold up, someone's coming in."

A low, evil laugh escaped and I had to catch myself from being too loud as I continued my slow teasing. "I don't think so." 

"Oh...fuck! Why did I let you talk me into this?" she murmured.

~*~*~*~*~*~

I'm not sure I talked Heather into anything. I may have suggested some things, but she was on board from the moment I asked if she trusted me. She knew that my question was a veiled way of telling her that Ann approved of what I wanted to do with her. For all she knew, Ann had planned it, and just the idea that she may have been involved in some way would have been enough for her to willingly sign up.

Once she raised her arms, I held her crossed hands above her head, pressing her wrists against the wall with my left hand while I slowly unbuttoned her blouse with the right. Moving the blazer and blouse to the outsides of her breasts, I stared at her nipples, watching them start to rise, getting fuller and thicker before my eyes.

Lifting each breast, I grinned as I played with her body. "Going without a bra today...you are feeling naughty, aren't you?"

She didn't answer other than to nod. I rubbed her nipples lightly with just my palm, trying to barely touch them as I stared deeply into her eyes. A ripple of pleasure ran through her body and she arched her back further, trying to force her left breast into my hand as I held her arms captive above. 

Looking at her tits, framed by her open blouse and the blazer, I had several ideas come to mind. But overshadowing that was a concern for her and her job.

"You know, we don't have to do this. I don't want to get you in trouble."

"I know that. But I already told you...I trust you."

"Uh...I don't think you understand, Heather."

"Oh, I think I do. I also know you wouldn't do anything to hurt me, including my job."

"Are you sure? I'm thinking there's definitely going to be some risk involved." 

"It wouldn't be fun if it wasn't risky, Neil."

"Ha, that's true. But I'm still a little worried. I know you said you're working alone tonight, but what if your boss shows up?"

"Theresa's at a hotel manager conference in South Carolina this week," she said as she walked over to the employee door, locking it. Walking back toward me, she grinned. "And I already told you Janet called in sick. Well, I didn't tell you that, but I am alone."

"What about the rest of the staff?"

"What staff? There's one girl in housekeeping on duty and there's Mitch in building maintenance. But they work downstairs...unless I call them. Other than that, everyone else works in the kitchen, the restaurant or the bar. I'm the only one in here, and Tuesday is our slowest night. Frankly, I could use the company."

"I don't plan on doing a lot of talking," I laughed.

"Now I'm really excited. What do you want me to do first?" she said, starting to take off her blazer.

Putting my hands on her shoulders, I stopped her. "I don't think you should take the jacket off, Heather."

"Why not? How else can I take my blouse off?"

"If you take it off, you won't be in your uniform."

"But I thought --" 

Grabbing the ends of her blouse, I brought them up underneath her tits. Pulling them together tightly, I tied a neat little bow between her breasts, using the fabric to push the big mounds closer, lifting them up in the process. In effect, I'd created sort of a half bra, making her already impressive cleavage thrust more into view.

"There, that's better. And you're still within the dress code regulations," I smirked.

"Am I allowed to button up?" she said with a grin as she reached for the middle of the three buttons on the blazer.

"Yes. I want to have some fun, not get you in trouble."

"It would be more fun if I didn't have to, but I understand," she confided, her neck turning a pinkish red, flushed with excitement. She fastened the blazer in the middle, leaving the bottom button undone for comfort and the top one undone for more exposure. 

"Very nice," I nodded, my eyes drawn to the incredible view she was sporting.

"They are," she said immodestly as she jutted out her chest. "I'm feeling even naughtier now."

"Good. That means it's time to take your thong off."

Heather spread her legs a little; upper back firmly pressed to the wall. Her eyes narrowed; a devilish smile appearing as she reached for the front of her skirt with her right hand. Her left hand went to the back of her head as she slowly moved her hips toward me. 




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 91



My eternal thanks to Annanova for editing this chapter. Your friendship means the world to me. I love how you inspire me to be better at this whole writing thing. Enjoy everyone. 

© 2012, All rights reserved – mimaster



~*~*~*~*~*~

Leaning against the doorjamb, I stared into the empty room. Well, it was almost empty. The big, ornate trunk was there, sitting where I thought it would eventually end up, at the foot of a bed that had yet to be purchased. The sight of that trunk and the knowledge of the erotic treasure it hid underneath its locked lid brought a smile to my face. Yet it was a melancholy smile, one wrought with disappointment as I thought about how I wished things could be.

Feeling a hand touch me from behind, snaking around my waist, the hug I knew was coming made me sigh as I turned my head. The bright smile practically blinded me, my eyes blinking as I refocused on the angelic face looking up at me.

"You okay?" Carol asked, her sweet southern voice soothing in its tone and cadence. 

"Yeah, why?" I responded not so convincingly.

"No you're not. What's wrong?"

"I...I'm just..." my voice lowered with my eyes, the sentence too much of a burden to continue.

Carol's fingers lifted my chin and her eyes caught mine, their brilliance captivating me. Pulling me into the bedroom by my hand, she sat on the floor, folding her legs underneath her as she patted the carpet to tell me to join her.

"You're supposed to be happy, Neil. Tell me what's wrong?"

"Carol...you need to get to work. I'm fine," I replied, all the while moving to the floor to join her.

"I've got time. Andy knows I'm helping you move a couple of things."

~*~*~*~*~*~

Actually, I needed Carol to help me move just one thing...the trunk. Ann had somehow gotten it into the back of her Honda Civic when she brought it out from Indiana. But the angle on the hatchback of my Nissan was different, not opening wide enough to get the big chest inside. Carol offered to bring it from the hotel to the house in the back of her pickup. 

It was strange bringing it down on the luggage cart. It was stranger still that that was the last item left in my hotel room. I'd packed up my car with the rest of my things, so as we wheeled the chest through the lobby, I stopped by the front desk to drop off what had been my house keys for the last two months. Oddly, it was a much more emotional moment than I'd anticipated.

Of course, most of that emotion came from Heather, who had insisted on coming in during her off-hours to be the one to check me out. Tears were streaming down her face as she handed me the bill to sign. I wasn't actually paying it – my company was – but I had to autograph the paperwork.

"I can't believe you're leaving," she said as she put the forms in a big folder marked 'Armada'.

"I'm not leaving, Heather. I'm just moving. I'm still going to be around."

"Not like you have been. I won't see you again after this," she sniffed, staring at the countertop, unable to look me in the eyes.

"Sure you will. Why wouldn't you?" I laughed.

"Because...you'll be married. And in your new house."

Carol stepped up to the counter and patted Heather on the arm. "I know you only met Ann briefly, Heather, but you've talked to her dozens of times. Has she ever given you the impression that that's the kind of person she is? Or Neil for that matter?"

A tiny smile appeared on her face as she slowly shook her head. "No."

"Good. Because if you think they're going to forget you, you're crazy. That's not how Ann thinks. That's not how either of them think."

Leaning down a little, I glanced into her face to make eye contact. "She's right, Heather. You're our friend and that has nothing to do with where we live. It's all about how we feel about you. Where we live doesn't factor into the equation at all."

"That's good to know," she sighed. "Still, I'm going to miss seeing you every day. Well, almost every day."

"Me too. But that doesn't mean we won't ever see each other again. And it doesn't mean I'll ever forget you."

"I won't forget you either."

Carol cackled, "How could you? He fucked your ass right where you're standing. I bet you'll think about that every day you work for the rest of your life!"

~*~*~*~*~*~ 

Carol helped me take the trunk into the house. She even stuck around and helped me unload my car, bringing clothes inside so I could put them away in the closet. She'd commented on how much she loved the house, as well as the couch and loveseat that were in the living room. Those were the first official pieces of furniture Ann and I had bought together, with the notable exception of the trunk full of sex toys now strategically placed in the master bedroom.

As I leaned my back against the trunk, Carol looked into my eyes, trying to get a read on my sudden mood change.

"Are you going to tell me?" she asked.

"It's just...I wish I wasn't bringing my bride back here and making her sleep on a hide-a-bed, that's all."

"What?"

"We couldn't afford to buy a bed yet. We needed to get a washer and dryer, and Ann didn't want to have the living room empty. I just wish I could have bought us a bed. We'll end up spending our first night in our new house sleeping on a bed inside a couch."

"Sleeping...you mean fucking, right?" she laughed.

"Ha...well, both I suppose," I replied, trying to laugh at her comment, but still feeling sorry for myself, and for Ann.

"But she knows that though, right? I mean, you must have bought the couch with that in mind."

"Yeah, we had to make choices. That doesn't mean I have to like it."

"Neil, I don't understand. If you talked about it, I'm sure she's okay with it. Besides, you're bringing a bed when you move out, right?"

"Yeah, but it won't be here until the day after we come back. Maybe two days...the movers weren't sure. They may have another stop or two on the way because we don't have enough stuff to fill out the entire trailer."

"Okay, so what's the big deal? So you have to spend a night or two on the hide-a-bed. I'm sure you'll make the best of it," she winked.

"Of course we will, Carol. You just don't understand," I barked, my anger rising.

Her hand returned to my arm, trying to calm me even though she didn't know why I was upset. "Neil, this isn't like you. What's really bothering you?"

Taking a deep breath, I let it all out; the angst and the built up frustration coming to a boil. "Ann deserves a bed, Carol. And I can't buy her one yet, because we don't have the money. We had to shell out a lot for the stuff we did buy, we had to put a deposit down on the house, and it just hurts that I had to tell her we couldn't do it right now."

"You have one in mind, don't you?" Carol said, her intuition kicking in. 

"Yeah. We picked one out at the store where we bought the couches," I nodded as I stared at the carpet. "Two, actually. There was an amazing king-sized one that we both fell in love with. But we know it's too expensive. Actually, so is the queen-sized one we picked out, but at least we'll be able to afford that a lot sooner."

"Didn't you go all the way to Virginia to buy the couches?" she asked, recalling a casual conversation we'd had earlier in the day.

Giving her more detail, I replied, "Yeah, Ann wanted to go visit where I grew up. It's about sixty miles south of here. We toured the town and ended up walking by the furniture store on Main Street. She thought it was, well, she called it quaint. She liked the idea of buying our furniture there since I used to live in that town, and they were willing to deliver."

"Wow, that's so neat."

"Yeah, but I had to make her choose. First between the couch and loveseat or a bed, and then between the beds...when we actually get around to getting one. I know she loves the bigger bed. Hell, so do I...but we're years from being able to afford that. So, she gracefully said she likes the queen because she knows we can get it sooner. It just hurts."

"Okay, but she understands, right?"

Looking up into Carol's eyes, she saw the tear running down my cheek and it caught her off-guard. "Yes she does. I'm not so sure I would if I were her."

"Neil...what in the world –"

"It's my ex-wife, Carol. For the first time, having an ex is biting me in the ass, and Ann is the one who has to suffer because of it!"

"What?"

"She has an eating disorder."

"Who...Ann?"

"God no. My ex. She had it when we started dating."

"I don't understand."

"When things got serious, I told her she needed to get help. In fact, I insisted on it. I told her I couldn't be with someone that wouldn't do what they could to make sure they were around for a future to begin with. So, she checked into the hospital. It cost twenty grand because her insurance wouldn't cover it. And I got custody of that bill when we divorced."

"But you weren't married when she went in."

"No, but I signed for it. I felt I had to, because I pushed her to get help."

"Well that was silly. She should have never stuck you with that."

"As opposed to sticking me with the depression that came from her screwing around on me?"

"I'm not saying that, Neil. It's just that she owned the eating disorder, not you."

"Uh, she still owns it, just like she owns spreading her legs for any guy that smiles at her. That doesn't change the fact that I have to pay for it. And now, so does Ann."

"Wait, she STILL owns it? You mean she's still doing it?"

"I never said it cured her. That's part of her entire problem. She's a gorgeous woman, but what she sees in the mirror isn't what everyone else sees. Of course, the problem is really on the inside. That's where she's ugly. She gets that from her mother."

Carol laughed and said, "Yeah, it's always about the mother."

"I'm serious, Carol. Her mother is a bitch. She used to ride her as a kid because of how much she ate. Hell, she did it as an adult too, even when she was in the hospital trying to get better. That emotional abuse is what led to the eating disorder." 

"Is that why she slept around on you?"

"That was her reasoning, but that's a load of crap. I can accept that her mother drove her to become bulimic, because I've seen how she's been treated. I can only imagine what that was like as a teenager growing up. But that's no excuse for what she did to me. Just because a guy tells you you're pretty, that doesn't mean you rip off your clothes and spread your legs for him."

"You're right. But it doesn't surprise me that she used that as an excuse."

"Yeah, well, that's all behind me now, except for the payments. It just hurts that I had to tell Ann that she has to wait for the bed. I mean, we could have gone without the washer and dryer, but she said she didn't want to deal with a Laundromat. I can understand why she wouldn't want to, so we had to make a choice."

"She must have been okay with it, Neil. I can't see her as the type to get angry or upset over it."

"Oh no, she'd never do that. She knew about the divorce settlement. I told her, but I didn't think my past would come up so soon. I was hoping we could pull it off, we just need too many things. Hell, our dining room table is going to be an old card table for a while. We'll manage. It's just that she's going to be a bride... she deserves the bedroom of her dreams."

"I'm sure if you asked her, she'd tell you that whatever baggage you bring into the marriage caused by your ex, she'll gladly deal with it."

"I suppose," I sighed, my spirits actually lifted up a little. "Thanks Carol."

Leaning over, she kissed me on the cheek. "You're more than welcome, sweetie. It's going to be fine. Ann's going to love coming home to this house, no matter where she sleeps, because she gets to sleep with you. She's not just getting the bedroom of her dreams, or the house of her dreams, Neil... she's getting the husband of her dreams." 

~*~*~*~*~*~

It was a little hard for me to believe that I was already there. Yet as I passed the decorative sign announcing the little town I used to call home, I checked the clock on the dashboard of my car. Indeed, I'd made the trip in well under the normal nine plus hours it usually took. In fact, it was closer to eight. 

Yes, I'd driven a little faster than I usually did for part of the trip. Still, I couldn't help feeling I was getting a little payback for having to endure the same trip in the other direction just four days before. Somehow I'd managed to cut almost six hours off that nightmarish journey. 

Instead of dealing with thousands of holiday travelers returning home late on the Sunday after Thanksgiving, the return trip was during the day and during the week. Traffic was light to say the least. I'd also missed rush hour around every major metropolis along the route, most notably Columbus, where I knew I needed to watch my speed a lot more carefully. The end result was that I found myself sitting at one of the two stoplights in town a little after four in the afternoon.

"I think I'll go surprise Ann," I said as my hand rested on the gearshift, my foot revving the engine as I waited for the light to turn green so I could let out the clutch.

It would be a surprise because I'd never told her that Andy, the company VP, had given me Wednesday and Thursday off. It wasn't like I went out of my way to keep it a secret. It was more that I was rushing around trying to get things done, and with the daunting task of moving out of the hotel, it kind of slipped my mind. And Ann had been busy too. We were down to the final few days before the wedding and I knew she was going over her list of items that still needed to be done, checking them off one by one.

I smiled as I turned the corner and saw her parents' house, the little blue Honda parked out front along the street. I pulled into the driveway, letting the engine idle as I coasted to a stop. My heart was pounding with excitement as I quietly got out of the car. I couldn't wait to see her face. I couldn't wait to have her in my arms once again.

Ringing the doorbell, I felt like a teenager showing up for a date. I was anxious. I was nervous. I was...horny. 

I was surprised. The door swung open, the shriek filling the air as I soon found myself enveloped in a death squeeze. "Oh my GOODNESS! NEIL!" 

"Hi Jean," I groaned as I held onto Ann's mom, feeling the air in my lungs being hugged out of me.

"What are you doing here?" she said as she kissed me on the cheek.

"I'm marrying your daughter. I figured it would be a good idea if I came back for that."

She started cackling, a small tear running down her cheek as she stared at my goofy grin. "That's a great idea. I'm just amazed to see you so soon.

"I was hoping to surprise Ann, but I'm sure she heard you."

"Surprise her?"

"Uh...yeah," I answered bashfully.

Jean looked in my eyes, hers rolling. "Men!"

"What?"

"You aren't looking to surprise her, Neil. You were looking for something else."

"I'm not sure what you're talking about," shaking my head, playing dumb.

She arched her eyebrow and cracked, "You're going to have to settle for me instead."  

"Excuse me?" My eyes bugged out, which had her laughing even harder as we stood on the front stoop.

"See, I knew you were looking for something a little more...intimate. Unfortunately, you're going to have to wait until you're married."

"Wow, you've become strict since the last time I saw you."

"Oh, it's not like I could stop you if I wanted to. I'm sure if she was here, she'd be all over you. Probably right here on the porch," she cackled.

"She's not here?"

"No. Tina picked her up in a limo a half hour ago. They're on their way to Fort Wayne."

"What?"

"Bachelorette Party. Remember?"

"But it's only four-thirty."

"I think they were going to Tina's to get ready first. But they're gone. I'm afraid you won't get to see her until tomorrow at the rehearsal."

"Wow."

"I'm sorry, sweetie. I know you're disappointed."

"I guess I hurried home for nothing."

"I wouldn't say that. Aren't you going out with Matt tonight?"

"I guess so, but that hardly makes up for not getting to see Ann."

"Aw...it's sweet of you to say that," she grinned, patting my cheek lovingly. "Don't be disappointed. Just remember, you're less than two days from never having to worry about that again." 

~*~*~*~*~*~

That was a heady thought. The wedding actually was less than forty-eight hours away. As I let the hot water run over me in my parents' shower, I wished I could fast-forward time. It seemed like I'd been waiting for Ann forever in some way, shape or form. I was tired of waiting. I was ready to be married; ready to be with her for the rest of my life. 

What I wasn't ready for was my bachelor party. The only reason I was getting ready at all was because of Matt. Ann had insinuated that he had gone to a lot of trouble to plan something for me. Washing my hair, I was resigned to going through with it. What I was struggling with was working up any enthusiasm. I'd been so excited about seeing Ann that when she wasn't there, the letdown was intense.

"Knock it off, Thomas!" I scolded myself. "She's out having a good time with her friends. She wants you to have fun too. So stop moping and enjoy the night!"

I didn't talk in the third person often, but when I did, it was usually because I was angry with myself. In this case, I needed a good talking to...and I was the only one there to do it. Matt was an incredible friend. He'd saved me in so many ways during those lonely months when the depression from my divorce was threatening to swallow my soul. 

Time and again he pulled me out of my parents' house, often when I was in no mood to face the world. Yet I always ended up happy; thankful that he put up with my initial crap and refusing to take no for an answer. To give him the impression now that I didn't want to go when things were great in my life wasn't fair. Besides, Ann had said it before about her own party. The night wasn't just about me...it was about my friends too.

Once I finished lecturing myself, I actually felt good. Having gotten home early, I was able to take a little nap, although it was a short restless one. Jean had been right. I'd been excited to see Ann, but I'd be lying if I said there wasn't an ulterior motive. I was hoping we'd be able to fuck, or at the very least have some kind of oral sex. While I was horny, it wasn't like I needed to cum so bad that I couldn't stand it. I just longed to be close to her, to feel her body against mine...to feel her loving touch and sweet, tender kisses.

My new outlook improved my mood. Being with Matt was going to be fun, no matter what he had in store. Still, I couldn't help but wonder what exactly that was. Based on the little hints I'd been given, I knew it was likely to be something sexual in nature, and that whatever happened, Ann had pre-approved it. With that in mind, I decided to go with the flow and just enjoy the night.

I'd called Matt to let him know that I'd gotten home a lot earlier than I'd expected. He was ecstatic, going on and on about how he could now give me the Complete Bachelor Party Experience he'd been planning all along. He said he'd pick me up a little after 6PM, and hung up to make some calls. While it was sooner than I'd expected the night to start, it also allowed me a chance to rest and get ready, something I'd needed more than I thought. When the limo pulled up in front of the house right on time, I was actually excited and ready to go. 

The driver opened the door and I climbed into the back to see Matt beaming, as were three of my other friends that he'd obviously invited along for the evening. Two of them, Ben and Adam, were guys I'd met through Matt; guys we played a lot of sports with over the last year and a half or so. The other was Ted, my closest friend from my old job. They were more excited than I was, but just seeing them, I knew we were going to have a blast.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 91



"Hi Neil!" Matt said as he shook my hand.

"Hey Matt. Hey guys," I nodded as I sat down. "I hope you didn't go to too much trouble, Matt."

"Only what you deserve, bud. I'm still a little amazed you asked me to be your best man. The last thing I want to do is give you the impression that you picked the wrong guy."

"Do you honestly think that I'd think that?"

"No...but I'm still not going to give you a reason to. The night's on us...so just relax and have fun. I'm so happy you got home sooner. I was worried you'd be too tired."

"I was too. I got a huge break. My boss's boss gave me a couple of extra days off and I actually feel pretty good. So, what's the plan? Where are we going?"

"You don't need to know that. You just need to smile and have a good time. We've got one more stop to make and then we'll be on our way."

I had to figure that we were heading to Fort Wayne. There really wasn't any place else to go. In fact, given that Matt was a college kid, I could almost predict where we were heading. Not that I minded. All of the guys in the limo were single, so it was pretty easy to guess where the evening was headed. That said, I decided I'd just go along with whatever Matt had set up and act surprised.

Ted looked out the dark tinted window as we drove through town and said, "I can't remember the last time I rode in a limo."

"Senior Prom," Matt said with a laugh. "What about you, Neil."

I sat back into the deep cushions of the plush seat, a beer already in my hand. Smiling wistfully, I shook my head. "I'm with Ted...can't remember."

As I told that white lie, I thought of Molly, the limo driver in Iowa that Ann and I'd ridden with on our way to and from the dinner theater we'd attended in Omaha. Actually, I'd ridden Molly in more ways than one, and Ann as well. But it wasn't something I was going to bring up in front of the other guys. It was a memory I'd rather hold onto for myself and my future wife to share.

Still, it was the thought of fucking Molly's luscious body with Ann urging me on that had me daydreaming while the limousine made its way through the streets of town. I'd lost track of where we were going, nursing a beer as I thought of that incredible night. So it surprised me when the car stopped and the door to the back opened, but not as much as who stepped inside moments later.

"Hey Neil!" my friend Mark called out as he sat down next to me. Mark was my former customer from Ann Arbor and he was another reason I'd made it through my divorce. In fact, along with Matt, he was a major reason I was getting married in the first place. Mark had invited me up for a long weekend, introducing me to my lover, Dawn. And it was Dawn who had healed my heart, making it possible for me to fall in love with Ann under the most improbable of circumstances.

"My God...MARK! How the hell are you?" I said, giving him a big hug.

"I'm great...and excited. It's been a long time since I've been to a bachelor party," he laughed.

"Man, I can't believe it. What are you doing here?"

"I was invited," he chuckled. 

Mark and I spent the next half-hour catching up, talking about work mostly, totally boring the others in the car along the way. They didn't complain though. They let us have our little chat, knowing we were on our way to something much more exciting than the ins and outs of production manufacturing. 

When I heard one of the other guys groan over what we were talking about, I realized not only was I being rude, but I was also talking about work. While they understood, it wasn't in the spirit of the night.

"Sorry guys, I got a little carried away," I laughed.

"I'll say. I thought I was about to apply for a job," Matt joked.

"Give him a break, guys. You all live in town...he had to be surprised to see me tonight," Mark replied.

"Yeah. I'd hoped you'd make it to the wedding, but I never dreamed you'd come two days early just for a bachelor party," I nodded.

"When Matt called me, it was hard to say no. Besides, I got Jill's blessing."

"So she's still in Michigan?" I asked.

"No...she came down with me."

"Where is she? You didn't leave her alone, did you?"

"Fuck no. She's with Ann!"

~*~*~*~*~*~

The huge pane in front of me shook with a violent force, the sound of the collision resonating throughout the cavernous enclosure, quickly followed by a raucous roar. A combination of water and sweat covered the clear surface, surrounding the imprint of the face and chest that was being pressed against it.

Matt stood up and screamed at the top of his lungs, his fists pounding the glass. "YOU SUCK!"

An angry smile appeared in front of the six of us, if you could call it a smile. Most of the front upper teeth were missing, as well as two of the lower ones. Still, it was a shock when that mouth fired back at Matt, yelling, "FUCK YOU!" before turning to rejoin the action.

"OH MY GOD!" Mark yelled. "That was AWESOME!"

Turning to Matt, I shook my head in disbelief. "I can't believe we're here. I never would have guessed this is where we'd end up."

"Oh, there's a lot more to come tonight. This is just the start. I'm just glad we got to come here at all. I bought the tickets on the off chance you'd actually make it home in time to go."

"Well what would you have done if I hadn't?" I laughed as my eyes returned to the battle going on in front of us.

"I would have just wasted a lot of money," Matt shrugged.

We were both laughing when the crowd suddenly roared with the staccato blaring of the foghorn. My arms flew up in celebration of the slap shot of the Fort Wayne defenseman that had been rifled from the left point past the sprawling Kalamazoo goalie into the back of the net, giving the home team a 4-3 lead. 

Matt had gotten us tickets to a minor league hockey game. And not just any tickets. We were front row ice level, right next to the home team's bench, the dasher boards just two feet from our seats. We had no right to be there. It was a total fluke that I'd gotten home when I did. I'd told Ann all along that I wouldn't be leaving for Indiana until I got off work, which meant I shouldn't have arrived until sometime around midnight, if I was lucky.

Yet Matt held out hope, ignoring her timeline and taking a chance that somehow I'd catch a break and I'd arrive at a reasonable hour. With that optimistic outlook, he'd gambled and we'd all won. There we were, watching the two IHL rivals battle it out on the ice. It was an incredibly physical game, with tons of scoring, lots of big hits, several penalties and even a fight. We'd witnessed an improbable comeback, Fort Wayne having been down 3-0 to start the last period, taking their first lead with just three minutes to go.

The waning moments were filled with intense drama as a Fort Wayne forward was called for a high sticking penalty with a minute and a half to go. Desperate to tie, Kalamazoo pulled their goalie, using the extra attacker to put the pressure on the penalty kill unit. Time and again, the Fort Wayne players foiled passing attempts and blocked shots, sacrificing their bodies in an attempt to clear the puck out of their zone. The goalie made several incredible saves, including one in his catcher's glove off a rebound as he lay flat on his back on the ice.

The crowd, my cohorts and I included, counted down the final ten seconds of the game.

The deafening roar as time expired combined again with the horn, the home team celebrating wildly on the ice as if they'd just won the Stanley Cup. We didn't act much different, the six of us high fiving and jumping up and down like little kids. 

I felt a little odd as we piled into the limo parked by the main entrance on the way out of the Coliseum. I was just getting married...I wasn't some celebrity or high roller. Still, it was kind of cool that Matt had somehow found a way for us to have privileged parking, and I wondered what else he had in store for the night. 

So did the other guys. Ben flopped into the seat, the emotion of the event still etched on his face. "That was unbelievable! How are we ever going to top THAT?"

"Uh... strippers?" Adam answered.  

"Nope," Matt replied, keeping his plans close to the vest. "Next up is dinner!"

~*~*~*~*~*~

"So, what do you think?" Matt asked, the beaming smile on his face showing he knew what the answers were going to be before he asked the question.

"It's awesome, Matt," I replied. "I don't know how you found out about this place, but it's incredible!"

He had a right to gloat. Climbing out of the limo an hour before, the rest of us had been skeptical. After all, the place was almost nonexistent, hidden among several other storefronts in an antiquated strip mall off any beaten path I'd ever been on in Fort Wayne. And I'd been down all of them, having spent a lot of time there ever since I got my driver's license and a car of my own. It was the only place close to home to have a good time. Exploring that small city had become an unofficial hobby of mine.

Yet I'd never been to this tiny dive. I suppose it fit the description of a 'hole-in-the-wall' kind of place, except it was hard to find the hole. The design of the strip mall was rather odd, the entrance hidden amongst the other businesses, making it hard to spot. If it weren't for the big sign out front announcing there was a steak house there, you'd never know it.

It was there, however...and it was everything Matt had said it would be. Grilled-to-order, prime-cut steaks of any size and style you could imagine. The smallest burger started at a half pound, and the prime rib looked like they'd been slow roasting it for a week and a half. There was no fish on the menu; no chicken to speak of. It was strictly a meat and potatoes environment, with the meat meaning beef; one of those places that finds their niche and they bust their ass to be the best at it.

I had a sixteen-ounce ribeye on my plate, next to a baked potato the size of a softball. With the complimentary Texas-style toast being all you could eat, I decided to skip the salad when I saw the portions on the plates of the other diners when we'd first sat down. It was a smart decision, one we all made, knowing we still had a lot of night left and not wanting to feel too stuffed.

In fact, I decided to stop drinking at that point. I'd had a beer on the way to the game, and another after we'd gotten there. That was enough for me. I wasn't that big of a drinker anyway, and I wanted no part of getting so hammered that I couldn't remember what I was doing. Or that I wouldn't be able to do anything in the first place. 

When I ordered water with my meal, I took the usual good -natured ribbing from the younger guys that I usually got whenever I cut myself off. I fired back a few shots of my own, telling them they'd wish they had the same self-control later in the night, as well later in life, when their beer guts would be showing when they got to my age.

Mark and Ted were closer to me anyway, with Mark actually being a little older. He chimed in and said, "This is my last one," as he held up his frosty mug of Budweiser fresh from the tap.

"Me too," Ted added.

Ben waved his hand in mock disgust. "Pussies!" 

"Exactly," Mark nodded as he took a bite of his sirloin.

Adam started laughing hysterically. "You're admitting you're a pussy?"

"No. I'm admitting I'm thinking about them," he replied calmly. "I fully intend to get laid tonight. The more you drink, the harder it is to get hard. It's basic biology, man."

"Or chemistry," I laughed.

He shrugged and said, "Either way, its science. That's what they should be putting on the public service announcements. 'Don't drink and drive' doesn't work. If they said 'If you drink, you can't fuck', I guarantee men would listen. They'd just be buying women drinks so they'll fuck."

"Well, I'm not going to have to worry about either or those scenarios tonight," Ted chuckled as he finished the last of his last drink for the night. "I could get used to being driven around in a limo all the time."

"No...you just have to worry about how you're going to get laid. Mark brought his girlfriend down with him. What are you going to do?" Matt shot back.

"You're right. I'll probably just get to go home hard," he laughed. "But at least I'll get hard. There's a naked woman out there somewhere that's going to make that happen tonight!"

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Ted was sort of right. We'd seen a lot of women; dozens and dozens and dozens of them. All fully capable of giving each of the six of us an erection any time that they wanted to, even if we'd had too much to drink. 

Most of them had, either getting us stiff or keeping us that way. But while they were literally shaking their bodies for our enjoyment, doing erotic gymnastics at seemingly every turn of our head, something wasn't right in Mark's eyes. Something was missing. Actually, it was more that something was still there.

"I can't believe the strip clubs here aren't totally nude," he complained, all the while enjoying the hot brunette in the micro g-string, gyrating her barely covered cunt less than a foot from his face while we sat along the edge of the stage. Slipping another dollar bill underneath the little thread that was holding the garment snugly in place, he whined, "I figured at least one of the clubs we'd hit would show us some pussy."

I pointed to the thin baby blue sliver of material, wet with the dancer's perspiration and likely some moisture from the stimulation she'd been giving herself. It looked like she'd entered a wet g-string contest; every detail of her crotch was clearly visible. 

"Yeah, I can see why you'd bitch about that," I replied sarcastically.

"You know what I mean, Neil. It's the principle of it. Strippers should strip!"

Looking as the woman who called herself Tiffany writhed on the floor in front of us, she lifted her ass, using just her upper back and spread feet to support her as she moved her crotch up and down in front of us, pulling at the erect nipples on her firm, natural breasts for further effect.

"I'm sure if it were allowed, she'd be happy to oblige you, Mark. Unfortunately it's against the law here."

"Well it's a stupid law!"

I could see his point in a way. It was kind of silly that the women could do pretty much anything they wanted, yet they had to keep whatever bottom they had on covering their pussies. Most of them wore the skimpiest thongs and g-strings they could, trying to get away with as much nudity in that area as was allowed. But it was the local law, so complaining about it wasn't going to do any good.

Instead, I grabbed Mark by the back of the head and forced him forward, his body already leaning in that direction to get a better look at Tiffany. His face came within mere inches of her wet cunt, and she instinctively snapped her thighs shut, trapping him in place with his nose practically touching her clit.

She let out a giggle and told him to get a good sniff before letting him go and moving on to another admirer waving his dollar bill to get her attention.

"Still feeling cheated," I laughed.

"Hell no!"

"Good, because I seriously doubt she would have let you get that close if she wasn't wearing that little excuse for a thong."

"That is one horny woman, Neil. I could literally feel the heat from her pussy against my face," he laughed, rubbing his cheeks like he was putting on after shave.

"Yes she is," I nodded, as I watched her move along the edge of the stage. 

When she finally made her way back to me toward the end of the song, the look in her eyes was smoldering. Crawling toward me like a tigress in heat, she leaned down over the edge of the stage, her magnificent bare breasts swaying along with her long brunette tresses.

Her mouth made its way to my ear, her whispers grabbing my attention over the throbbing beat of the music. 

"Are you going to let me play with you again, Neil?" she hissed.

I smiled as Matt leaned over from my left. He'd seen the look in my eyes as well. "Is she the one?" he asked.

"Most definitely," I nodded. 

"Am I the one...what?" she asked innocently.

Smiling at her once again, I simply said, "I'll explain later," even though I didn't know what Matt really meant. "I'd love to have you dance for me again."

"Great! Let me put something new on for you. I'll be out in a few minutes," she said, much more excitedly than I'd anticipated.

Matt patted me on the back and grinned, "Have a great time, buddy." There was a look in his eyes that I couldn't figure out, but I shook it off. I was too busy thinking about Tiffany.

I was about to have yet another private couch dance, one of dozens the guys had paid for on my behalf, each averaging ten dollars a pop. They dances were stretched out over three hours and four different strip clubs, each with a different girl. Matt told me when we started that they were going to provide all the entertainment. I'd anticipated that we'd be hitting a strip club before the night was over, so I had plenty of singles on me, but he insisted that they pay for anything else beyond the action next to the stage.

When the first girl at the first club asked if I wanted a private dance, Matt told her I did and he handed her the money. The rest of the guys followed that lead, taking turns buying me dances whenever a new girl would come by and ask if I'd like a private dance. It didn't matter if I wanted to or if I found them attractive or not. I found myself being whisked away time and again, going through several dancers before we'd move to another club.

All along, Matt told me that when I found a stripper that I really found exciting, in whatever way that was, to let him know. I wasn't really sure what that meant until Tiffany first walked up to where we were sitting, leaning against the rail with a natural, unassuming smile on her angelic face. Mark had been right, Tiffany was horny. I could somehow tell the moment we locked eyes. 

"Hello...I'm Tiffany. Would any of you gentleman like a dance?" she asked, never taking her eyes off of me.

"Neil would," Ben said as he handed her a ten.

Tiffany looked at me with an arched eyebrow. "It's my bachelor party," I offered bashfully.

She smiled as she took my hand, leading me toward a darkened doorway to the private dance area where I'd already been thrice before. "You're in for a treat, Neil. I'm feeling really good tonight," she whispered as she leaned closer to me.

"Good?"

"Well, let's just say that there are nights were I really love my job," she grinned. 

She was good at it too...very good as it turned out. She had more energy and natural sexual grace than any of the girls I'd been with to that point. Hell, you could have combined several of them and not come up with the talent she had for her chosen vocation. But it was more than that. She didn't go through the motions, no matter how well she swayed her hips or rolled her flat, toned abdomen. She was engaging; talking to me, telling me how much loved what she was doing, making the experience personal.

Sure, it was part of her job. Anyone that believes anything a stripper tells you when she's trying to get you to part with your hard-earned cash needs to have their northern head examined. But it was different with Tiffany. I couldn't exactly put my finger on it, mainly because I had my hands tucked underneath my thighs knowing I'd need help abiding the 'don't touch the dancers' rule.

I could tell she was worked up. That warm wet feeling she was leaving behind on my pant leg as she ran her crotch over my upper thigh wasn't imaginary. Neither was the look in her eyes as she ran her hand along my inner thigh, feeling my hard shaft cramped in the tightened space of my pant leg. Between the look in her half-closed eyes as she ran her breasts across my face and the way her nostrils flared as she brushed her crotch across mine, it was hard to believe she was pretending. And that was something I couldn't get out of my mind.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 91



When Matt asked me later if she was the one, I still wasn't sure what he meant. But I knew whatever he meant, she was it. She was different from all the other dancers I'd been with. While the rest were good, taking off their clothes for men was a means to an end. It was their job. With Tiffany, I got the distinct impression that it was more than a vocation; there was a labor of love feel. She got off on it, making it feel like she'd do it for free.

She eventually came out from the door next to the stage wearing a flowing white cover up that covered up nothing. It was see-thru, showing off the tiny baby blue bikini she wore beneath, the top matching the g-string she had just worn on stage. She had put on a black choker around her neck and a pair of black high heels, strutting toward me with an air of confidence that made the other guys in my party take notice.

"Careful, Neil. She looks like she might eat you when she's done with you," Adam cracked.

Turing on the little stool to face her, I nodded. "I'll take that chance."

She approached, pushing my legs together so she could straddle my thighs. Putting her hands behind my neck, she leaned back and stared into my eyes. "So, you're up for another dance," she hissed.

"I never went down," I teased. "You saw to that on stage. I love how you used the pole, by the way. You're very graceful."

She started beaming. "THANK you! No one ever compliments me on my dancing."

"I find that hard to believe."

"Oh, they compliment me on parts of it... the parts that show off what they want to see. But I've never had anyone say it like you did and mean it like I know you do," she grinned as she stood up, pulling me with her.

Matt stood up with us, reaching into his pocket. Pulling out five new twenties, he handed them to her. "Take him to the VIP area, Tiffany," he said calmly. He followed that up by collected twenty more dollars from each of the other four guys, handing that over to her as well.

"What's this for? It's only a hundred for an hour," she said, confused why she suddenly had $180 in her hand.

"This is Neil's last dance before he gets married, Tiffany. That's to make it a memorable one."

"Aw, thanks," she said as she stuffed the money into her little clutch. "Just so you know, I was already going to do that for free...but this helps."

She led me away with another giggle, taking me to the back of the place and up a flight of stairs. At the top, there was a velvet rope guarded by a guy that looked like a lineman for a pro football team. He stood up as he heard us reach the landing, waiting for us to make it to the top. Tiffany had me stand next to her as she took her clutch and opened it. 

"Is anyone up here, Eddie?" she asked quietly.

"Yeah...Raven has a guy in room two with her," he answered in a gruff voice.

"So room five is open?" she asked, rather bashfully.

"Of course it is, Tiff. You know very well it's open."

Biting the corner of her lip, she kind of swayed back and forth like a teenager. "Can I...use it again?"

"You know better. I...I already let you use it once tonight! That's it for favors this week. I'm not taking that chance again."

"Eddie, this is Neil. He's getting married on Saturday. This is his last time coming here. Say hi, Neil."

"Uh...Hi?" I said, not knowing what was going on and unsure if I really wanted to know.

Eddie put his hands on his hips, his massive biceps bulging inside the arms of his ridiculously tight t-shirt. "Hello, Neil. Congratulations," he said gruffly. "Tiffany, if I had a dollar for every time I heard one of you tell me it's a special occasion, I'd..."

"How about sixty?" she asked, pulling out three of the twenties she'd just been given by Matt downstairs.

"What?"

"No questions, no hassles, no interruptions. Sixty dollars for sixty minutes...what do you say?" she asked, batting her big, beautiful blue eyes at him.

"I say you're trying to get me fired," he groaned.

"C'mon, Eddie. It's going to be fine. Neil's not going to do anything stupid."

"And how do you know that?"

"You have my word," I offered, unsure of why that would make any difference to him. His job was to protect her in case some jerk got out of line; he only had her best interest at heart. Unlike the dancers, he didn't look at me as a prospective customer. He saw me as a potential threat to their safety. He had to. 

Still, she pleaded, "Please, Eddie." 

Finally caving, he took the bills from her hand and grabbed the hook on the rope, pulling it to the side to let us through. Handing the key to the room to her, he shook his head. "I hope I don't end up regretting this."

Standing on her toes, she kissed him on the cheek. "Thanks a million! You won't regret it. I promise I'll make it up to you," she said excitedly as she strutted down the dark hallway with me in tow. Slipping the key inside the lock, she opened the door. 

"Yeah, I've heard that before," he chuckled.

"I will!" she called back before closing the door behind us as she flipped on the dim light.

The room was rather small, the corner floor lamp giving off a soft orange glow. It was more dark than light, but I knew that would change as my eyes adjusted. Even with that, I could tell there were almost no furnishings in the room. A big, soft brown overstuffed love seat was against the far wall along with a matching chair to the side. Other than a couple of small end tables, that was it.

She put her clutch on the table next to the chair and motioned for me to have a seat on the loveseat. She walked over to a panel next to the door, flipping a switch that turned on the speakers.

"The only bad thing about these rooms is I can't have my own music," she said as she made sure the door was locked. "We'll have to listen to whatever they're playing in the club, but we'll make the best of it, right Neil?" 

"Uh...sure," I said as I settled into the couch, suddenly uncomfortable. "What was that all about with Eddie?" 

"What do you mean?" she asked as she opened the front of her cover up, taking it off quickly and throwing it onto the chair.

"Why didn't he want you to use this room? Why would he get fired?"

"The security camera is broken. This room is supposed to be off limits because he can't check in on us to make sure I'm okay."

"Well why would you want..."

Sitting next to me on the couch, her finger pressed against my lips to quiet me. "We only have an hour, Neil. I can't change that part."

"I don't want you getting in trouble."

"Don't worry, I'm not going to get in trouble. And I'm not going to have sex with you. Well, actually, I don't know that yet," she giggled. "But I'm not going to fuck you, so relax."

"Ha...what are you talking about?"

"I'm just an exotic dancer, Neil. And in case you're wondering, no...I've never done this before. But I promised your friend I'd make this memorable and that's what I intend to do...for both of us."

Laying back into the cushions, I watched as she got up, standing in front of me with her legs spread wide. Reaching behind her back, she unhooked her top, quickly discarding it to the side.

"Dispensing with the stripping?" I smiled.

"I just stripped for you less than an hour ago, not to mention my show on stage. There's not much of a mystery left. Besides, I figured you wouldn't mind if we just cut to the chase so we can enjoy our time together."

"You make a good point."

"I thought you'd see it my way. Here are my rules. I lead, and you can follow. If I say no, I mean it. If you don't hear me say no, keep going," she winked.

"What's that mean?"

She walked over to me, bending at the waist as she slowly unbuttoned the front of my shirt, pulling the tail out from inside my pants. Running her hands along my bare chest, she got down on her knees between my legs, letting her heavy breasts drag along my thighs. 

"It means that since this is going to be a little more personal, I'd rather you call me Sarah."

Raising my eyebrow, I felt my heart quicken. "Sarah?"

"That's who I am," she smiled as she moved up, licking along my skin of my abdomen on her way to my navel. Digging her tongue inside for a moment, she giggled as I slipped my hands back under my thighs to keep from doing anything with them, the 'don't touch the stripper' rule firmly engrained in my head. "You don't have to do that," she said softly.

"Do what?"

"Sit on your hands. I just told you, I'm not 'Tiffany' right now," she said, pulling my hands out from under my legs by my wrists and resting them on her shoulders. Continuing toward my left nipple, she first licked around it before sucking on it. I gripped her shoulders tightly, my head falling back from the erotic sensations. "That's better," she cooed as she felt my fingers digging into her skin slightly.

Sarah took her time, even though we didn't have that much. Of course, I really didn't know what she had in mind, other than her saying this was going to be personal and memorable. She kissed along my chest, going back and forth between my nipples as her hands roamed all over my thighs. She pressed her huge tits into my stomach, dragging them hard against my body.

Licking and kissing my neck and ears, she straddled me, slowly grinding her crotch against mine as if she were fucking me, her nipples moving across my body as if they were searching for mine. My hands moved from her shoulders to her ribs, her moans of approval making me feel bolder. When they drifted down to her ass, squeezing her taut skin, she squealed in delight.

My fingers played with the thin material of her g-string, pulling it tighter. "Oh GOD," she groaned as she felt the material tug at her pussy. At least, I assumed it did. She'd gotten up higher onto her knees, moving her breasts back and forth across my face, letting her nipples find my mouth so I could suck on them.

Letting my hands move inward, I gripped her ass tighter, pulling at her cheeks while still holding onto the microscopic thread of her little garment. One of my fingers brushed against her tight puckered hole and she arched her back, pulling her nipple from my mouth as she gasped. 

My first instinct was to recoil; pulling my hand away thinking I'd accidentally gone too far. She reached back and grabbed my hands, putting them back where they'd been. "I told you, Neil, I'll tell you 'no' if I want you to stop. You just surprised me...that's all."

I batted my eyes bashfully. "Okay. But I...I didn't mean to do that."

"Hmm...that's too bad," she cooed. "I love having my ass played with!"

Feeling my finger slide further inside her crack at her urging, she sighed out loud, her voice shaking as she felt my hands knead her fleshy bottom. Moving her body, she put her tits back in harm's way, letting my mouth ravage her nipples, pulling and nibbling at them. Clamping down on her left areola, I sucked hard, flicking my tongue back and forth across her hardening bud.

When I'd done the same thing to her other nipple, she mumbled something about not being able to stand it any longer. She got off her knees, placing her stilettos firmly into the back of the cushions next to my hips as she stood. Using the wall for balance she started swaying her crotch in front of me in a hypnotic little figure eight. Each passing move brought her pelvis closer and closer to my nose, until she was finally brushing against it.

Her left hand crept down the wall, grabbing the back of my head to hold it in place. "I hope you don't mind, but I heard you telling your friend about how wet my g-string was when we were downstairs. I didn't have the heart to put on a new one."

Inhaling, I was almost knocked over by the aroma of her pussy, her arousal filling my nostrils. My hands rose up her calves, moving along the back of her legs toward her thighs. As they reached the bottom of her ass, she let go of my head and peered down between her heaving breasts, her brilliant blue eyes flashing wildly.

Reading her body language, my left hand moved around her body, lightly touching her skin as I reached for her pubic mound. She was biting the corner of her lip like she had downstairs, her eyes fixed as she breathed deeply. I slipped my middle finger underneath the fabric of her g-string near her left hip, running it down toward her mound, pulling it out slightly as I went. I glanced up, waiting for her to say no...to say anything.

Instead she sucked in her breath, holding it; begging me with her stare to do what I was threatening to do. Slowly stretching the material downward, I got my first glimpse of the soft, dark curls of her pubic mound, neatly trimmed into a diamond shape. The fabric stuck in her pussy from my yanking it hard from the other side of her body, but it finally let go with a little snap that made her moan. 

Tugging the g-string to the side, I exposed her bare pussy, neatly shaved and dripping wet. Her outer labia were already splayed open, her hard clit popping into view. I never bothered to look at her eyes, unable to take mine off the prize in front of me. Instead, I inched closer, moving slow and deliberate as I raised my chin. Extending my tongue, I licked from the bottom of her wet slit to the top, slicing through her pussy in one quick motion.

She growled, her knees buckling a little as they pressed into the back of the couch. Teasing, I stopped to ask, "Is this what you had in mind, Sarah?"

"Oh...yes! PLEASE!" she nodded, her cute face showing signs of desperation. 

Dipping my free middle finger into her pussy quickly, she gasped again, thinking I was about to fuck her with it. But when I pulled out and placed it against her ass, her blue eyes flashed again. "And this?" I asked.

"FUCK...YES," she barked as I slid the digit deep inside her ass in one fluid motion.

"I thought so," I laughed, before leaning in again to taste her sweet pussy.

It was hard to believe she was that turned on by just me. I suppose it had mostly to do with what she did for a living, and the kind of person she was sexually. She loved being a stripper. She...well, yes, she really got off on it. Having men drool over her body gave her a certain power. But it also made her juices flow in ways that most women wouldn't understand. The idea of showing her body and getting men hard was an aphrodisiac of sorts for her, unlike most of the women I'd ever watched in that trade. As much as men desired her, she longed to have the attention I was suddenly giving her. At least, that was my impression as I ate her pussy.

It didn't take that long, really. I didn't even have to work that hard, although I was trying to give Sarah her money's worth. Or Matt's money's worth, since he had actually paid her. Of course that was supposed to be for an extended lap dance for me. Instead, I found myself lapping her, which was fine by me. She tasted marvelous and it was an experience I was going to find memorable, which was what Matt had intended all along.

She was ready to explode the moment I pulled her sexy garment to the side so I could see her pussy. Reaming her ass as I twisted my finger had her dripping into my waiting mouth as I began to eat her. While I was giving her my best effort, I could have pretty much done anything and she would have started cumming. Still, it was nice that what I was doing to her body had her convulsing in just a couple of minutes. 

"Oh God, Neil...I'm CUMMING!" she screamed out, her upper body leaning against the wall as she reached down to hold my head to her pussy.

I swallowed hard, but that didn't stop her juices from flowing down my chin and neck. The warm liquid felt incredible as it trickled down my skin. The whole experience seemed wrong in a way. The entire building was designed for dancing around the edges of raw sex, yet there I was, actually bringing a woman I'd just met to a thunderous orgasm, with a second one fast approaching. Sure, I'd met her under the premise that we'd both be sexual in a way. But we'd just performed an actual sexual act. A wicked sensation ran though my body, causing my cock to pulse against my thigh inside my pants. 

After her second climax she collapsed, falling down onto my lap like a damp bath towel. She was perspiring, her breathing heavy and ragged as she gazed wide-eyed off into the distance. She started to recover a couple of minutes later, acting almost as if she were waking up from a deep sleep.

"God...I needed that," she said breathlessly as she roused herself, turning to look at me. "It's been way too long."

"Too long for what?" I asked, thinking I couldn't be hearing her right.

"Since a man did that to me," she smiled. 

"Yeah, right," I laughed.

Sarah tilted her head, looking at the edge of the couch, unable to look me in the face. "I wish I were joking," she sighed.

"You're not?"

"My job kind of makes it hard to keep a boyfriend, Neil. I don't date guys that I dance for on principle. Anyone that I do date, I'm up front with from day one. I tell them exactly what I do for a living and that I love my job. Most back off at that point. The ones that say they can handle it never can. They always end up getting jealous and asking me to quit, which is silly, since they aren't supporting me. So, I end up going long periods of time without sex."

"That's a little hard to believe, Sarah," I said as I looked at her beautiful naked body.

"Not if you think about it objectively. Guys like the idea that I'm a stripper, because they think it's sexy. But when they date me, they get possessive and want me all to themselves. So I don't date much, which creates the problem where I get all turned on dancing and I have no outlet other than to take care of myself, which can get old. You were amazing...I haven't had a man eat me like that in a long, long time."

"You're more than welcome," I grinned as I ran my hand over my face, feeling the wetness she'd left behind.

"Time for me to thank you," she whispered, moving down off my lap, forcing my knees apart.

Settling between my legs, she looked up, batting her eyes seductively. She placed her mouth over the hard shaft trapped against my thigh and exhaled, her hot breath flowing through the thin material of my pants. I groaned as she repeated that move on each of my balls before slowly working back up my shaft. Yet she quickly became frustrated with how my cock was wedged in what she felt was the wrong direction.

Reaching for my belt buckle, she looked up to check my reaction. I smiled, thinking of how ridiculous it would have seemed if I'd told her not to. I had no doubt that while Ann had no reason to anticipate what Sarah was considering, she would have approved. After all, she approved whatever Matt had planned and this apparently was part of those plans. Okay, it was a stretch to think Matt planned for Sarah to open my belt and then the front of my pants. But I knew in my heart Ann would have not only blessed it, she probably would have set it up herself if she could have.

"I wonder if she did," I thought to myself as Sarah motioned for me to lift my hips so she could lower my pants down my legs. I knew that was a ridiculous notion, but at the same time, it was Ann. If I'd learned nothing else over the last several months, it was that anything was possible when it came to her. When Sarah moved my pants down to my ankles, trapping my feet together, I realized it didn't matter. It only mattered if she would think what Sarah was doing was okay or not.

In that brief moment, as Sarah reached her hands underneath my balls to grab the base of my cock, I thought about what Ann might be doing at that exact moment. I didn't know if we'd share the tales of our respective evenings, but I knew for sure that with Tina involved, she would no doubt have numerous orgasms during the night. Knowing that she was in the middle of harmless sexual fun and content in the thought that if she were sitting beside me instead, she would still have a smile on her face, likely encouraging Sarah to 'make it memorable', I found myself relaxing. 




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 92



Many thanks to amazing and sexy Annanova for once again offering her editing flair. Your talent and friendship make this so much more fun! 

© 2012, All rights reserved -- mimaster

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I wasn't sure how late it was, or early for that matter. I just knew it was well after midnight as the six of us sat in the back of the limousine, making our way from my bachelor party in Fort Wayne toward my old hometown. I was too tired to look at my watch and frankly, I didn't care. 

My eyes were burning and my head was throbbing; the stench of cigarettes and beer permeated my clothes and the back of the limo. I'd spent way too many hours in environments where the two pungent aromas were familiar bedfellows, and now I was paying for it. Yet as I sat with my eyes closed on the back bench seat, I had a satisfied grin on my face. A lot of that had to do with what my fingers were doing inside my coat pocket, happily fondling the baby blue g-string that Sarah had let me keep as a souvenir of a memorable night. Okay, I actually paid her for them, but in my eyes that was more of a nice gesture so she could replace them. I'm sure she would have let me just keep them if I'd asked.

My thoughts were on what we had done together; how incredible her pussy tasted, how amazing her oral skills were, how tight her ass had been when I actually fucked it. But those images were fleeting, drifting from what she and I had shared, to what she had apparently done with Ann a couple of hours before I met her.

I began dreaming of what that experience must have been like for Ann and how exciting it would have been to watch the two of them. I was thinking about her talented tongue snaking its way into Sarah's wet, juicy slit. I imagined what it must have looked like when she spread her thighs, letting Sarah fuck her with an Antonio model dildo. I wondered if she knew her name was really Sarah, or did she only know her only by 'Tiffany', her stage name. I was grinning from ear to ear when I was interrupted once again.

"You're really not going to tell us what happened with Tiffany, are you?" Ted whined, his voice making me jump a little in my seat.

"What's there to tell?" I asked, shrugging off the question, blinking as I opened my eyes.

"Come on, Neil. Tell us. Did she suck you?" Adam grilled as he moved to the edge of his seat.

"You fucked her, didn't you? Tell me you fucked her," Ben blurted out.

"First, why would you think anything happened like that? And secondly, even if it did happen, why would I tell you?" I replied, shaking my head as I kept a surprisingly straight face.

"Because you were gone for an hour," Ted deduced.

"You guys paid for an hour, dumbass. Do you think I'm that stupid that I'd leave a gorgeous naked woman before my time was up?"

Adam spoke up again, finding a glimmer of hope in my admission. "Okay, explain the fact that she was naked! We all saw her come back downstairs without her g-string on."

"I asked her for it."

"You asked her for it, just like that."

"Yeah, I wanted to know if she'd let me have it as a memento. And she obviously said yes."

"I thought that was against the rules," Mark winked.

"What can I say? I can be ridiculously charming. Besides, it's not my fault none of you asked her. I'm pretty sure she gave at least three of you guys lap dances tonight, right?"

"Shit, I never thought to ask," Ted fumed.

Mark busted out laughing and said, "JEEZ...he's kidding, Ted. I'm not sure how Neil got Tiffany out of her panties, but I'm sure she wasn't going to just give them to anybody that asked her. Hell, she would have had you escorted to the door."

"My God, Ted, you're so gullible," Matt added, shaking his head.

"I can't help it. I was born that way," he replied as he stared at the floor.

"You were born gullible?"

"Yeah...my Grandma always said that to me. She said I was, you know, cute."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Matt asked, speaking pretty much for all of us.

Ted looked up, sincerity in his eyes when he said, "When I was little, she would tell me all the time that I was gullible, and that I was born that way. That means cute, right? It's like adorable."

"Holy shit, Ted...you're not serious, are you?" Ben laughed.

"Of course I'm serious. Why wouldn't I be serious? I LOVE my Grandma."

We sat there in stunned silence staring at him. He was looking into space like he was trying to solve a riddle in his head. He was either the greatest actor in the world, or he was convinced he had the definition right and we were all crazy. 

Finally caving to the stares, he wondered, "Why are you all looking at me like that?"

"Uh, no reason, buddy" Matt answered. Patting him on his back, he grinned, "Your Grandma's right. You're cute as hell!"

"I know. I can't help it," he nodded, the back of the car suddenly enveloped in hysterical laughter.

When the noise finally died down, Matt seized the opportunity to change the dynamic of our evening one more time. Sitting back, he stretched his body out, crossing his legs at the ankles as he put his hands behind his head. 

"Okay," he inquired, his face beaming confidently. "Who's up for breakfast?"

~*~*~*~*~*~

The only bad part was the lights. Way too many, way too bright. 

"Could you have found a place more glaring than this one?" I asked Matt sarcastically.

"Glaring?" he laughed.

"I feel like I'm eating in a tanning bed. I need something over my eyes to protect my retinas."

He pointed at my plate, three quarters of it already wiped clean by my fork and asked, "Is the food good?" 

"Actually, it's magnificent," I nodded, stabbing another bite of my omelet.

"Then shut up and eat." 

We'd stopped at a diner on the way home. It was a bona fide, one hundred percent authentic, All-American diner; one of those silver buildings that looks more like a trailer than a restaurant. We were sitting in a row, the six of us lined up on stools at the bar, chowing down on food that was out of this world. It seemed like it was better than breakfast, but perhaps that was just the euphoria of the night spilling over into something that otherwise would have been ordinary. 

There was no denying the breakfast fare was outstanding, or that we were ending our night on a high note. Matt had outdone himself, if that were even possible. I really hadn't expected anything as far as a bachelor party when I'd asked him to be my best man. I wanted him by my side because he'd been there during the darkest moment of my life. It was only right that he be there for the brightest, a point I was reminded of as we sat together under the fluorescent rays of the man-made sun that seemed to be hovering over our heads.

I really hadn't expected him to do anything at all, other than hold the ring and smile on my wedding day. But he'd taken the job of best man seriously. Not just for the wedding, but for the days that led up to it. He wanted to give me what he thought any groom would want, a night on the town with his pals, filled with all the things men love. It ended up more incredible that I could have imagined.

Leaning over, I patted him on shoulder. "Matt, I want thank you. I can't tell you how great tonight has been. Hell, this must have cost you a fortune."

"Not really...I got a few donations," he laughed.

"What?"

"Let's just say that between my dad, your dad and Ann's dad, I was able to do a lot more than I originally planned."

"What? They know about all of this?"

"Of course not, although I'm sure they can guess on some of it. After all, it's a bachelor party. But, I told them it was an anonymous donation. You aren't supposed to know they footed some of the bill and they aren't going to know exactly what we did. They also promised not to ask questions." 

"Wow. I...I don't know what to say. This whole night has been so unexpected." 

He gave me a knowing nod and put his arm around my shoulder. "You're welcome, Neil. I've had a great time too. Of course, you're still not done. You're not home yet," he winked.

~*~*~*~*~*~

That ominous comment haunted me the rest of the trip home. The car got quiet once we'd left the lights of the city, a couple of the guys actually nodding off as we traveled down the dark two lane road through the flat farmland. I had my eyes closed once again, but I wasn't thinking about Sarah...or of Sarah and Ann together. I couldn't shake what Matt had said, wondering what he meant about my not being done yet.

"He's just messing with me," I thought after twenty minutes or so of contemplating all the various things he could have been referring to. It was the simplest explanation, and the most likely. We'd been gone for hours, over eight of them to be more precise and it was almost four in the morning. What else could he have dreamed up and why would he do it? He'd fulfilled the unspoken oath of a best man, giving me a matrimonial sendoff that was almost too good to be true.

Still, I couldn't get one thought of my head. One burning question that had me coming back to that comment and the wink that followed it. "Why would he lie?" I asked myself once again. "What would he possibly have to gain by lying about that?"

Matt and I kidded each other all the time. That's what best friends do, at least when they're guys. But sometimes guys take that a step further. They'll needle and joke. They'll tell stories and pull pranks. They'll set each other up and laugh when the other falls for it, yet always knowing that if they take that chance, there will be retribution. Not the swift kind either. It would be calculated. It would be thought out and meticulously planned. And it would be sprung at the most perfect of times, when the victim, per se, would expect it the least.

Yet Matt and I had never really gone that far with each other. I couldn't remember a time where either of us had taken that chance and done something to the other that required some kind of payback. On the contrary, any payback I owed him would be in way of being there for him in a time of crisis in his life, because that's what he did for me. I loved him as if he were my younger brother. Yet while real brothers pick at each other, I couldn't imagine doing anything to him that would make him want to get even. 

I couldn't imagine him doing that to me either. Not after everything we'd just done and all that we shared. Matt didn't have that in him. If anything, he showed more integrity at his age than any man I'd ever met. He was smart and compassionate. He was a loyal and trusted friend. Did he ever kid with me? Absolutely, but he had never lied to me, even during times when it hurt to tell me the truth. 

"He's not lying now, either" I concluded as I opened my eyes just as the limousine entered our town. 

The streetlights of the main drag were still able to illuminate the back of the car a little even with the dark tinted windows, and I sat up as we turned down a side street. Pulling in front of Adam's apartment, he and Ben got out when the driver opened the back door. A few minutes later, we dropped off a drowsy Ted in front of his place. 

That left Mark and Matt, both of whom were now awake. So was I, obviously, and I was surprisingly alert, the breakfast giving me sort of a second wind, or perhaps it was actually a third. Either way, I was bright-eyed when we drove down another street through a residential area.

"This isn't the way to the motel," I said aloud, wondering where we were going. Since it wasn't the way to my house, or Matt's parents', I wasn't sure if I should be nervous or excited as I looked at the two of them grinning at me like I was the only one left out of an inside joke.

"Why would we be going to the motel?" Matt asked, speaking of the only actual place in town that could be called one. There were three bed and breakfasts, and an old place downtown that used to be a hotel, but was now residential apartments that had a restaurant on the main floor. But there was only one actual motel, located on the far west edge of town. 

"To take Mark there," I replied, shaking my head at what seemed like a silly question.

"I'm not staying at a motel," Mark grinned. 

"Isn't that where we picked you up?" 

"Nooo," he laughed. 

"I guess I was so busy saying hi to the guys I wasn't paying attention. Where are you staying?" I asked, suddenly feeling a bit out of sorts.

"Here," he replied as the limo stopped. The door opened once again and Mark stepped out, pointing at a modest little home near the town's college that was hidden in the dark. "It was your idea, remember?"

"What are you talking about? I've never been to that house in my life. I don't even know who lives there."

"Yes you do," said a sultry voice coming from the shadows. Stepping in through the door, my mouth fell open as I watched the sexy redhead sit down in the seat across from me. Looking over her shoulder, she glanced at Mark. "Jill's inside waiting for you. I've done what I can do, but she really needs a man now.'

"So, we'll see you tomorrow?" he grinned.

"Later today, actually. Now go fuck your girlfriend,"

"Okay. Have a good time. And thanks again for letting us stay here."

"I'm not letting you stay. You have to pay my 'rent', remember. Make sure you get some rest, you're both going to need it," she hissed, the sexual innuendo dripping off her tongue. As the driver closed the door, she turned her gaze toward me, and it was rather unnerving.

It was Nancy, the plant receptionist at Beck Manufacturing, my former employer; and I'd shared a couple intense sexual encounters with her the week I'd met Ann. Actually, Ann had blessed the office fling, fueling a blaze as hot and flaming as Nancy's dark red mane. But the fire died quickly; extinguished when I fell in love with Ann.

Yet my brief time with Nancy had revived her passion for adventure. She quickly changed the way she looked and dressed, becoming more sexually open in how she carried herself day to day. She'd told me during that week that she had been a bit of a slut when she was younger, but she had become reserved and shy as she'd gotten older, thinking that was how she was supposed to act. Now in her early 40s, she said she longed to be able to break out of the conservative shell she'd found herself trapped in, but didn't know how. At least until Ann and I had found a way to unleash her on the world once again.

The woman sitting across from me wasn't anything like the receptionist that I'd known for my seven or so years at Beck. The change in her since that fateful moment in my office was incredible. It wasn't just in her appearance; it was also the difference in her attitude that I found so stimulating. She had always been incredibly attractive, and sexy had long been lying beneath the surface. But now she'd transformed. She was looking at me like she was a seductress and I was her prey, playing Mrs. Robinson to my unsuspecting Ben Braddock.

She crossed her legs, her sinewy, tan limbs coming into view from underneath the long winter coat conveniently left unbuttoned at the bottom to expose her knees. She slowly started bobbing her left leg up and down, bringing her sexy black stiletto into my vision in a hypnotic way. Yet it wasn't until the car started to move that I fully realized we were heading somewhere...together. Well, together, with Matt.

"Nancy, what are you doing here?" I asked, not really sure I wanted to know the answer.

"I was invited," she replied calmly. "I'm your entertainment for the rest of the night."

Laughing nervously, I joked, "There can't be much night left."

"Nevertheless, I'm sure we'll make the best of it."

"What exactly do you mean by your being the entertainment?"

"Oh, I think you know. But if you want me to be frank about it, that's fine. We're going to fuck, Neil. We're going to finally finish what we started in your office."

"Uh, th...that's pretty frank," I stuttered, catching Matt's excited grin out of the corner of my eye.

"No sense beating around the bush, even though I love it when men do that to me," she said, her sexy voice making the hair stand up on the back of my neck. "I would think you'd be interested, what with your newfound appreciation of redheads. And you would know better than most that mine is natural."

"You've talked with Ann?"

"I wouldn't be doing this if I hadn't talked with Ann, Neil. You know me better than that," she said as she pulled her lipstick out of her little black purse, coating them perfectly in a deep shade of red without bothering to look in a mirror. Putting the cap back on, she added, "Of course, you should also know that I've done a lot with Ann. It's been an interesting evening so far." 

"Wait...you were with Ann tonight?"

"Yes, I was invited and no, I'm not going to tell you about it. If you two decide to talk, that's your business. I'm just here to finish what we started. Your fiancée wants us to have some closure. Well, to a point," she laughed. 

"What in the world does that mean?"

"It means I know where the line is drawn...and I'm okay with it."

I wanted to question her on what she meant. Hell, I wanted to question Matt on just what was going on, even though I already knew. I suppose I was in shock, or maybe it was denial. Just the idea that Nancy was in the car, talking the way she was and insinuating about what was going to happen had me off guard. But the smile on Matt's face told me that's the way it was supposed to be. That she had personally talked to Ann about it also told me what I needed to know; whatever was about to happen had been given the required stamp of approval.

Slowly unbuttoning the front of her coat, she gradually exposed her naked body underneath, her eyes ablaze as she fixed them on my crotch.

"Nancy!" I cautioned, my eyes motioning toward Matt, thinking she'd been so focused on me she'd forgotten he was even there. 

"It's nothing he hasn't seen before," she smiled.

"Uh...what?" I said as my mouth dropped open. Matt grinned like a little kid, shrugging at the same time.

She calmly lifted her breasts with her hands, tweaking her nipples as she said, "What can I say? Matthew came over to ask me personally if I'd do this. I thought that was such a wonderful gesture. After all, he could have just called me up and asked me if I wanted to fuck his friend. Anyway, he came over and caught me at an awkward moment."

"Awkward? What do you mean by awkward?" I questioned.

"It means she answered the door naked," Matt laughed.

"Well to be fair, I'd been trying out a new vibrator I'd gotten through mail order that day, and it kind of ticked me off that I was being interrupted by the doorbell. But once I peeked through the window and saw how cute he was, well yes, of course I opened the door like I was." 

"Wow," I chuckled. "So, I guess he has seen you."

"Oh, Matthew's done more than just look. He's become quite the little lover. He's very eager to please and he's a quick learner."

"You make it sound like I was a virgin when we met," he said, defending himself like most men would when their masculinity appeared to have been challenged.

"Not at all, sweetie. But be honest, haven't you learned a thing or two during our weekends?"

"During your WEEKENDS?" I responded, coming out more as an astounded shout.

"I came home from school that first weekend a couple of months ago and I stopped by to ask Nancy if she'd consider helping me out tonight. One thing led to another, and --"

"He's come home almost every weekend ever since. Well, except Thanksgiving, but I understood that. I was with family myself."

"So you're driving back from school every weekend? What do your Mom and Dad think about that?"

"Uh...They don't know, Neil. I drive up and park my car in Nancy's garage."

"He doesn't leave the house once he gets there," she giggled. "I won't let him."




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 92



"Is there something going on between the two of you?"

"Yes Neil...we're having sex. Just like what I'm about to have with you," she said, puzzled by the question.

"It just seems so...I don't know, hard to believe?" I sort of questioned.

"If Matthew wants to spend his weekends seeing how many times he can fuck me, I'm certainly not going to complain. But he's not obligated to show up at my doorstep and there are times when I have other things going on." Looking at Matt, he knew the look in my eyes. So did Nancy. "Neither of us are going to get hurt, Neil. We have an understanding."

"I hope so, because I care about both of you," I said honestly, my mind thinking about all that I'd just learned.

Nancy knew that, and she felt the mood in the back of the car shifting. After all, she was pretty much naked and I was looking at Matt. Seeing her move in my periphery, my eyes returned to hers. Leaning forward, she let her arms slip out of the coat, leaving it behind as she got on her knees on the floor. I smiled as her fiery red tuft of pubic hair came into view, still as neatly trimmed as I remembered. Putting her hands down, she crawled over to me, her big tits swaying back and forth.

It wasn't like she could stand up and strut over because we were in a car. With the roof and the short distance, it wasn't just impractical, it was impossible. But if those two obstacles weren't in the way, she still would have crawled to me. It was the way she was feeling. I could tell from the animalistic look in her eyes. Unzipping my fly in front of Matt, she fished out my cock, which was semi hard. 

"Holy..." he exclaimed, catching himself as he tried to avert eyes.

She turned to look at him, licking the head as she smiled. "I know. That's pretty much what I said the first time I saw it. Neil's been blessed, hasn't he?"

He was blushing. But he tried to save face by saying, "Well, I wouldn't go that far."

She sucked on me harder, my cock continuing to grow in her mouth as she used her considerable skills to get me fully erect. When she had, she moved back, slowly stroking me while she showed me off. "I would. That is one nice cock!" 

"You really want me to comment on that?" he asked, trying not to look.

"It's okay, Matthew. Trust me; you have nothing to be ashamed of. I kind of wish I could be with both of you tonight," she cooed.

Thankfully I didn't have to worry about whether or not she was serious. The car stopped and Matt said, "I think we're here."

Using that as her cue, she deftly tucked my hard cock back inside my pants and quickly zipped them up. Picking up her purse off the other seat, she was sitting next to me when the door of the limo opened. I was surprised that the driver never flinched when she stepped out of the car wearing just her heels, yet he stood stoically, staring into the distance as she brushed past him.

"Take care of my coat for me, Matthew. I won't need it anytime soon," she murmured.

I smiled as I got out of the car, watching her sashay her way to the door, opening it and stepping inside. It was one of Matt's parents' furnished apartments. The same vacant one that he'd let me use with Ann the night I asked her to marry me. Shaking his hand, I thanked him for the night.

"Have a great time, Neil. I'll see you at the rehearsal tomorrow."

"Uh, how are we getting home?" I asked. "The limo's not waiting, is it?"

"No...but don't worry about it. Have your fun with Nancy and then get some sleep. You'll figure it out in the morning," he grinned.

Instead of worrying, I gave him a pat on the back for a job well done and headed in behind Nancy, who was waiting by the open door. Closing it behind us, I could hear the shower running in the bathroom. She led me to the doorway and patted me on the ass.

"Go get cleaned up, Neil. I can't sleep with anyone that smells like an ashtray," she smiled. "Leave your clothes in there when you're done...I can smell the smoke on them too. I'll be waiting for you in the bedroom."

~*~*~*~*~*~

It was a longer shower than I'd expected, mainly because it felt so good and it was reviving me. While the breakfast had given me a shot of energy, the steamy water was giving me the strength to go with it. Yet I knew what was waiting for me in the other room, or at least who, and I didn't want to keep her waiting too long.

I closed the door to the bathroom, realizing that my clothes reeked as much as she said they had. I knew it was bad, but once I stepped out of the shower the odor almost knocked me over. I couldn't dry off and get out of there fast enough, which was fine, since I had a hot naked woman waiting for me in the bedroom.

At least I thought she was in the bedroom. After all, that's where she said she would be. Yet when I walked in, I found the bed turned down and noticeably empty. When I turned to walk back into the front of the apartment, she was standing in the little hallway, two empty glasses and an open bottle of wine in her hand.

"Ann told me you like the color red now, I hope you like this merlot," she grinned as she squeezed past me, her hip bumping deliberately against my hard cock. Sitting on the bed with her legs bent underneath her, she poured two fingers into each glass and beckoned me over. Handing me one, she raised hers. "To what I never dreamed would really happen, Neil," she smiled, the toast unusual. Yet I understood.

Clinking my glass against hers, I offered my own. "To you, Nancy... I can't believe we're doing this."

"Me either," she smiled, taking a sip from her glass. 

As I drank from mine, I felt her mouth envelop my shaft, the wet feeling of the wine dribbling down my cock and balls. When I looked down, she pulled back, moving her mouth underneath, sucking at my balls. Taking her glass, she poured a little over the top, letting the red liquid run over it, trickling some into her mouth with the rest ran over her cheeks and down my legs.

"What are you doing?" I laughed.

"Don't worry, Neil. We both know where the shower is. Besides, we're going to make a bigger mess than this if I have anything to say about it."

Setting her glass on the nightstand next to the wine bottle, she put her feet on the floor, placing my cock back in her mouth. With her hands on my ass, she started ramming her head back and forth, fucking me with her mouth, pulling me into her. My left hand went to the back of her head, my fingers gripping her hair as I began pumping forward, sipping my wine as she sucked me.

If there was one thing I felt sure of, it was that Nancy had no intention of this being a lovemaking session. She was practically built to fuck. That's how she had approached our coupling from the start. From the way she entered the car to the way she carried her wine glass, everything about her spoke of class and grace. But lying underneath the elegant persona was a sexual animal, more primal than artistic. While she had a certain sophistication to her that was very alluring, I had the distinct feeling that she loved her sex raw and unbridled.

It was hard not to think like that the way she was attacking my cock. Her head was hammering over my shaft as she tried to wedge more and more of my thick shaft into her mouth and throat. She gagged several times; spit flowing out of her mouth and down her chin as she choked herself on my head. If it were a less experienced woman, I'd fear she was hurting herself. But she not only knew what she was doing...she knew what she wanted as well.

Stopping for a moment to breathe, she looked up, her eyes watering from the force she'd been using to fuck her throat with my shaft. Batting them, she asked, "How many times have you cum already tonight, Neil?"

"What?" I asked as I finished my wine, leaning over to set my glass next to hers on the nightstand.

"I don't want to know the details. I just want to know how many times."

"Twice," I shrugged.

"Okay, then I better not waste this opportunity," she nodded.

"What's that mean?" I laughed.

"I means you better not cum just because I'm sucking you, because I need to be fucked."

"Yeah...about that, Nancy, I can't -- " 

"I've already talked to Ann, Neil. I know you can only fuck my ass. That's fine. In fact, the way I'm feeling right now, that's perfect," she grinned. "Just don't cum for a while."

"I don't think that will be a problem," I nodded, knowing I'd cum twice with Sarah, and that was just a few hours before. Between that and the wine, I wasn't going to be cumming for a while, no matter how hard she sucked my cock

She was doing that once again, her hand holding the base of my shaft as she rammed the head into the back of her throat. She'd moved to her knees, angling her body so that the huge trail of saliva pouring from her mouth ended up dripping from her chin to her chest, making a slimy mess on her skin. 

The gargling noises coming from her chest and mouth would have normally put me off, thinking I was hurting her. But she was doing it to herself, and she was doing it enthusiastically, at least from my perspective. With my other hand free, I placed both of them on her head, entangling my fingers into her thick hair. I started rocking my hips back and forth, slowly at first, but more forceful as I watched for her reaction. 

She let go of my cock and my ass, placing her hands behind her back as she looked up at me. A sexy smile appeared before she closed her eyes, which were still tearing up. Taking a deep breath through her nose, she let me fuck her mouth, taking her in a way. The loud, wet, garbled noise became our music, a steady rhythmic beat as my balls started slapping underneath her chin.

Every fifteen or twenty strokes, I'd pull out and let her catch her breath, but each time, she'd gather herself quickly and then open her mouth, waiting for more. Oddly, I never hesitated. I'd just ram my cock back into her mouth like I had been doing before. Gripping her hair tighter, I started staring off into space. Well, the far wall, but I wasn't really looking at her. Instead, I was just fucking, detaching myself from who it was and just enjoying what it was.

It was hard to believe on some levels that she was actually enjoying it too, but she undoubtedly was. Her moans, body language and occasional smile on the few times I bothered to look, were too sincere. There was no way she was faking all of that. 

Pulling out once more to let her breathe, she placed her hands on my thighs, the first time she'd moved for quite some time. That caught my attention and I looked at her, appearing to cower under my cock as it bobbed over her head.

"You have a magnificent cock, Neil. I'd forgotten just how powerful it is," she said, acting as if she really believed what she'd just said.

"Powerful," I chuckled.

Reaching up, she ran her hand along the shaft, her fingers running over the thick veins as she eyed it closely. "Very," she replied, licking her lips subconsciously.

She seemed mesmerized as it pulsed in her delicate fingers. She practically purred at my feet as she studied it intently. Trying to get her attention, I accidentally pulled at the voluptuous strands caught in my hand. 

She let out a little yelp, and I quickly apologized. She stunned me when she said, "Don't you dare!"

"Dare what?"

"Apologize for doing exactly what I need right now."

"You need your hair pulled?

"Neil, you don't know how rare it is to have a partner who seems to be inside your head. One that knows exactly what you need and when you need it, sexually. You have that gift."

As soon as the words came out of her mouth, I grinned. Not because she was right necessarily, but because I did know what it felt like. Ann was exactly that for me. She read me, just like I read her. That Nancy said I was doing the same thing for her was an incredible compliment, but I knew it wasn't the same. I may have been able to read how she felt and react to what she needed. But I could actually feel it with Ann, as if it were some kind of living part of me. 

While I got Nancy's point, I wasn't sure where she was coming from exactly. "That's nice of you to say. Why are you saying it?"

"Look, I promised that I wouldn't say anything about tonight, and I'm going to keep it. But that doesn't change the fact that I spent most of my evening up until now with seven other women. What I need now is a man. A man that's not afraid to act like a man. You've done that with me so far, Neil. I'm a big girl. I'd tell you if I didn't like something."

Gripping my fingers into her hair a little harder, she let out a loud growl and sneered at me, her eyes widening as she started breathing hard once again. Instinctively her hands went behind her back, her submissive posture letting me know she was ready for whatever I decided to do with her.

"Okay, big girl, let's see if you really want to be manhandled," I said, lifting her up by her tresses. She squealed, but she was also smiling as I stared at her, my face inches from hers. Grabbing her huge breasts, I pawed at them before pushing her back onto the bed with a little shove. 

"YES!" I heard her say under her breath as she landed awkwardly on her side. Giving her ass a playful slap, I picked her up and flipped her onto her back, forcing her legs apart as she pretended to fight me off. I grappled with her a few seconds before she saw me moving down, knowing I was going to eat her.

Grabbing the wine bottle, I told her to lie still. "You wanted a mess," I nodded as I tilted the bottle over her wet pussy. "Let's see if we can make one." 

~*~*~*~*~*~

The damp heap languishing on the bed was Nancy, her lithe body covered in perspiration. Her hair was becoming a matted mess from sweating while rolling it back and forth across the mattress. Her arms were over her head, breasts rising and falling rapidly as she tried desperately to slow her breathing.

I was still between her spread legs, the white sheet stained red beneath her quivering pussy. My mouth was less than an inch away, the threat of my hot breath ready to exhale over her hard clit yet again. Or, perhaps I was going to use the wine instead.

I picked up the bottle resting again her hip and her hands moved back out to the sides, clutching at the sheet before I'd even done anything.

"God no! Stop Neil...I can't take anymore!" she panted desperately. 

"Yes you can," I smiled as I poured from a second bottle she'd brought. The wine made an exquisite sound as it splashed over soft patch of wet hair adorning her mound. I placed my mouth against her pussy, letting it fill with the merlot.

She knew what was going to happen next. Once I'd swallowed, I latched onto her pulsing clit, oversensitive from all the attention I'd been giving it. I attacked, sucking it hard and fast, my tongue lashing across the bud mercilessly. Her pelvis jumped up and she screamed out, another wave of pleasure ripping though her groin.

"OH FUCK!" she screamed, loud enough that I was sure the neighbors in the apartment next to us heard her, even though we weren't in a room that shared a wall.

Stopping for a moment, I used my flat hand and slapped her pussy several times, the blows landing on her wet clit. "I told you Nancy, if you can't be quiet, I'll give you a reason to scream again!"

"Oh...fuck!" she whimpered, her body writhing back and forth as I went back to sucking on her swollen nub.

I'd been torturing her like that for almost a half-hour, if you could call it torture. She had cum at least three times, and she'd had several others that were probably orgasms to a lesser degree. She was at the point where every time I touched her clit, she began shaking; an orgasm seemingly just seconds away. There were a couple of times where I had to slow down for fear that she might hyperventilate. But I didn't stop fully, because that wasn't what she wanted and I knew it.

Even when she begged me to stop, I knew that was only a veiled protest. She really wanted more, and she wanted it badly. So when she begged me to stop once again, I could tell that it was no different from all the other times. Yet I finally relented. Not because she was in distress or anything. My cock was aching and I needed to fuck. Placing the bottle on the table, I grabbed her and quickly flipped her over, ready to plunge my cock deep into her ass. That was when she honestly protested.

"STOP!" she growled, her head snapping as she looked over her shoulder. I came to a screeching halt, looking at her like she was nuts, but knowing she'd meant what she just said. "There's a bottle of oil in the bag in the kitchen. I want you to use it."

~*~*~*~*~*~

I was a little surprised at Nancy's request. After all, I'd just spent the better part of an hour getting her ready. What with wine and the number of times she had cum trickling down to her pretty little asshole, combined with my fingers reaming it from time to time, I knew she was slick enough to easily take my cock.

But in reality, it was her ass. Who was I to say that she shouldn't have additional lube if she wanted it? Trudging into the kitchen, I found the paper bag on the counter and pulled out the large bottle of baby oil. In fact, it was huge.

"Is this the family size bottle?" I asked myself as I looked over the label. 

Carrying it back, I stopped in the hallway as I looked at it again. It was a brand new bottle and it was so big I had to wonder why. Thinking about Nancy's statement earlier that we were going to make a mess, and knowing where the shower was, I got an idea. Maybe it was one she already had, but that didn't matter. 

Walking into the bedroom, I was already opening the cap when I caught sight of Nancy again. She was still in pretty much the same position on her stomach, but her ass was a little higher in the air, pointing directly at me. She also had her wineglass back in her hand, twisting her upper body onto her side with her head propped up by her other hand so she could drink. 

Seeing me, she took another sip and placed the glass back on the table, resting her head on the mattress so she could watch what I was about to do. But she didn't count on me turning the bottle and pouring a generous amount on her lower back, letting it run like a stream to down her spine, pooling between her shoulders.

"NEIL! What are you doing?"

"I'm oiling you up, just like you wanted," I said as I slipped off her heels. Pouring some baby oil in my hands, I started at her feet, applying a generous amount all over tanned lower limbs.

"That's not what I meant," she moaned, feeling my hands rubbing the slick substance on her inner thighs.

"You were the one that said we were going to make a mess. You even said we know where the shower is," I grinned as poured some more oil over her ass, letting it run down her natural curves before starting to coat them fully. 

I made sure I rubbed between her legs, covering her pussy generously, including dipping my fingers inside. From there I used the oil on her back, spreading it around, coating the rest of the back side of her body.

"Turn over, Nancy," I commanded, my voice sounding deep and rather ominous in its tone.

"Oh God," she whimpered as she lifted her body so she could flip onto her back. As she got on her hands and knees, I grinned as a devilish thought flashed through my brain. My hand instantly found her backside, a resounding smack sounding from my palm landing on her ass. "FUCK!" she cried out, quickly flipping over to keep me from doing it a second time.

"That's better," I nodded as I poured oil onto her tits and stomach.

Ten minutes later, she was covered from head to toe with baby oil. Well, not her head, but certainly shoulder to toe. Her long red hair kept falling into it, making it stick to her body. She was back on her hands and knees, waiting for me to do something to her. Anything, really. Instead, I stood off to the side and admired my handiwork. 




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 92



"You look like a slut," I grinned.

"I'd look like a slut without the oil. I AM a slut. Now please, Neil, come over here and fuck me like one. I can't stand it anymore."

"Sure you can. You love being there, waiting for a man to come fuck you. You love that feeling of being wet and dripping, your pussy on fire for a hard cock."

"You're not fucking my pussy," she groaned.

"I know. Just wanted to say it so you'd be thinking about it while I fuck your ass," I snickered.

"Oh...damn," she sighed, the truth ringing in her ears as I stepped over toward her, handing her the bottle of baby lotion.

"Here. Coat my cock and balls...and ONLY my cock and balls," I instructed.

Nancy pulled up, her shiny tits swaying as she took the bottle and squeezed out some oil into her hands. I made her take a few minutes making sure my crotch was covered, more because I loved how it felt than to draw out the moment. In truth, I was horny, but was also running on fumes. I wasn't going to make it much longer.

Moving in behind her, I grabbed my cock and eased it slowly into her ass until the head made it past her tight anal ring. She let out an audible gasp, but it was obvious that she was experienced at being taken anally. Very experienced, in fact. I grabbed hold of her slippery hips, digging my fingers into her skin for extra grip as I fired my pelvis forward, burying my cock deep inside her.

"Oh...fuck that burns!" she howled into the mattress as she lowered her upper body, but also increasing the angle from the very start. 

I grabbed her hair, pulling her back up onto her hands because I knew the other angle would make me cum faster than I wanted. Sure, I was tired, but after all she and I had been through, this was our one shot. I was going to get my money's worth, and she deserved the same thing. 

The truth was, for all I knew this was the last time I'd ever fuck anyone other than Ann. Yes, we had a standing agreement that we'd hook up with Carol again after we were married, but that was talked about as a couple about to get married. There was no guarantee that she wouldn't change her mind about it once we actually walked down the aisle. I figured it was unlikely, but that didn't stop me from fucking Nancy like it was the last piece of ass I'd ever get before getting married, which was kind of the point of a bachelor party fuck.

Plus, I was literally getting a piece of ass, and a damn tight one at that. Stroking inside her, I was suddenly very glad she'd insisted on the baby oil, because the combination of wine and the natural lube of her cum wasn't going to be enough. Her ass was just too tight, the way her walls gripped at my cock making me moan as I stretched them wider.

Fucking her oiled up like she was had me working harder. Gripping her or holding her was next to impossible. Pulling or twisting her nipples was out of the question. I could paw her tits, which I did often, but the oil made it much more difficult to fuck her roughly like she wanted.

At the same time, it was an incredible experience because I was trying to give her what she wanted and her slick skin felt amazing against mine. My nails dug into her skin more than normal trying to hold on, making her growl. Yet she loved it when she felt them clawing at her tits. She widened her eyes, baring her teeth like an animal, but then she'd buck back into me, begging me to fuck her harder.

The other thing she loved was when I'd spank her ass while I fucked it. The sting of my hand against her coated skin made her screech between her clenched teeth, but it always made her fuck harder and faster, making her big tits flop back and forth with such force they were making their own slapping sounds.

I held onto her hair, pulling it like it was a rein and she was the animal I was riding. When I called her a slut, she started cursing and calling herself other names, telling me how dirty and filthy she was and how she needed to be fucked. It was a side of her that I'd never seen before, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't know it existed. I was sure of it, actually. And there she was, not only letting me see that part of her life, she was letting me bring it out and fuck it like there was no tomorrow.

Letting go of her hair, I grabbed her hips once again, trying to pull her into me as I rammed forward. Her upper body slumped to the mattress; her head twisting back and forth as she reached back to finger her clit, her other hand grasping at the sheet.

"Oh my God! Fuck me Neil. Fuck my ass! Fuck my ass, fuck my ass, fuck my ass!" she chanted, her words jammed together like our bodies. She was frigging her clit faster, desperate to find another orgasm.

So was I, my balls starting to ache as they churned inside their sack. They'd been banging up against her, building up one last big load. As she came, I knew I wasn't going to be far behind her, and that had me using all my remaining energy to fuck her harder, hoping to close the gap between her orgasm and mine.

Looking at her tan body, all oiled up and shiny, it was made my lust boil over. She was an incredible woman, one with many gifts and talents. Just like Ann, one of those just happened to be sex. I watched her press her tits into the mattress as her back arched, making her ass tilt up as I fucked it. Her thighs and calves stiffened; toes curling as she pointed them straight out, all caused by the violent orgasm that was tearing though her body.

Her mouth was wide open, and yet nothing was escaping other the air rushing out of her lungs. She tried to scream, but it came out more like a growling gasp, her eyes tearing up in pleasure. 

The way her body was practically convulsing under me, I couldn't take any more. My cum raced up my shaft from my balls, and I let out a growl of my own as I started spewing into her like I'd done to Sarah just a few hours before. 

"AAAAAGGGHHHHH!" I yelled out as I held my cock deep inside, feeling Nancy's walls milking my shaft.

"Oh...YEEESSSSS," she hissed, just before I collapsed on top of her.

She fell to the mattress, my body landing on top of her and then sliding off to the side because of her slick skin. Turning to her side so my cock wouldn't slip out, she reached behind to play with my ass. Moving my arm over her side, I gripped her right breast, hugging her as we shared our first tender moment together.

After a few minutes, she sighed. "You were every bit the man I knew you'd be."

Squeezing her breast, I chuckled and asked, "What does that mean?"

"I always knew you were more than everyone at the plant gave you credit for, Neil. But beyond all that, you're a man. You know when to be a gentleman. You know when to be a businessman. You know when it's okay to kick back and have fun. All of that seemed pretty evident to me."

"And your point is?"

"My point is in how all that translates into the bedroom. You know how to please a woman. You know how to be gentle and tender, and you're also not afraid to take charge and give a woman a good hard fucking the way she really needs it. Most importantly, you smart enough to know the difference and can tell which one she's in the mood for. I've been with a lot of guys, Neil. But I've been with very few men."

~*~*~*~*~*~

The steamy water felt good again. But I wasn't looking to revive myself. I just wanted to get cleaned up so I could go to bed. It had seemed like forever since I'd left West Virginia although it hadn't even been 24 hours, and I'd spent most of those awake. I was rushing to get out of the shower, not only because I was tired, but because my clothes had made the room smell too much like smoke. 

Nancy had put them into a plastic bag so she could take a long shower, scrubbing all the oil off her body. While she did that, I changed the sheets on bed. Thankfully when she'd turned down the bed before we started, she'd only pulled down the bedspread and blanket, leaving the sheet on top of the fitted one underneath. That meant that the oil on her body didn't seep through to the mattress pad, although it was close. If she'd been on her back the entire time, it likely would have. The same couldn't be said for the wine. There were a couple of stained spots, but at least they were no longer wet. 

Throwing the soiled sheets in the corner, I found another set in a hall closet and made the bed. When she finally finished washing herself off, we passed each other in the hallway. She stopped and gave me a long, sexy kiss, thanking me again for a wonderful evening. 

"Now go get cleaned up, Neil. We've got to get some sleep. I'll meet you in bed," she said as she patted me on the ass.

After drying off, I slowly made my way to the bedroom. It was slow because the lights were off. I wasn't sure if she was already asleep, but I knew she was certainly tired like I was. Tip-toeing through an apartment I didn't know that well, I used the walls to guide me to the doorway. Once I made it to the bedroom, I took baby steps in the direction I knew the bed was in, feeling around with my hands trying to find the edge of the mattress.

Crawling under the covers, I realize that she had moved to the side against the wall, which made it much easier for me to get in with her. Getting settled, I closed my eyes, hoping to relax and go to sleep fast. But something was weighing on my mind and I knew I couldn't fall asleep if I didn't take care of it first.

Very quietly in case she was asleep, I whispered, "Goodnight, Nancy."

It wouldn't have been polite of me to ignore her. I was sharing a bed with her and we'd just shared a lot more than that. It was part of being the gentleman she'd referred to earlier. It didn't surprise me that she didn't answer with words. Instead, she let out a long, contented purr in response.

Turning my back to hers, I nodded off shortly afterward, the exhaustion from an amazing day finally catching up to me. 

~*~*~*~*~*~

I'd woken up a couple times during the night, unable to fall into the deep sleep I desperately needed. It was one of those things where I was so tired, yet I couldn't quite get comfortable. Part of it was being in a strange bed that was far better suited for fucking that it was for sleeping. And part of it was my mind replaying all the things that had happened during my bachelor party. I couldn't find a way to turn my brain off.

Plus I was worried that all my movement was going to wake Nancy up. Yet that's almost what I wanted, or maybe even needed. I needed something to calm me, and if it had been Ann next to me instead of her, I would have just rolled over and snuggled with her. Being able to hold Ann in my arms always calmed me down.

Nancy must have sensed my restlessness. She rolled over, scooting closer to me. Draping an arm over my side, she started running her fingers over my chest to calm me.

When I started to say something, she simply went, "Sshhhhhh." 

It was exactly what I need to hear...and to feel. 

~*~*~*~*~*~

It was light outside when I finally woke up. I'm not sure if it was the warm rays of the sun coming through the window, or Nancy's hand rubbing across my chest that woke me, but at least I felt rested. My hand joined hers as I lay there, our fingers lacing together, mine riding on top, letting hers wander wherever it wanted to go.

I didn't know what time it was, but I knew I have to be anywhere soon. Actually the only thing I had to do was go to the wedding rehearsal and the rehearsal dinner that would follow, and the first of those wouldn't be until 6 o'clock that night. I knew it wasn't anywhere near that late in the day. Besides, I couldn't go anywhere until Matt, or whomever, came by for Nancy. She didn't have any clothes with her, and I wouldn't feel right leaving her that way even though I was close enough to walk home.

So, I let her play around with my chest as much as she wanted, enjoying the feeling of her warm skin against my back as she played with me. It didn't bother me that her hand started wandering down toward my abdomen a short time later, carrying mine along for the ride, her ring nestled between the cracks of my fingers. I was already hard, having woken up with an erection like I almost always did, so it's not like she might think I was getting turned on again. Plus, I really didn't think she was thinking that way.

That is until her hand made its way to my shaft. I lifted mine the moment her fingers wrapped around my hard cock, looking down as she started to slowly jack me off. I went into a bit of a panic in my head. As harsh as it sounded, I really didn't want to do anything else with her. In my mind, we'd had a good time and I fulfilled the promise I'd made at one time that we'd hook up. Of course, I'd said that days before Ann and I became engaged, and she understood how that changed things, but now I'd lived up to it and it was a going to be a great memory. 

Yet I was also bothered by the idea that I might insult her, and ruin that same memory. She had been amazing, even going so far as to help me fall asleep by holding me during the night. To spurn her advances the next morning didn't sit well with me. Torn between my feelings of wanting to move on and go see Ann, and those of guilt for not wanting to upset Nancy, I lay there frozen, watching that delicate hand glide back and forth over my now pulsing shaft.

I must have watched for a minute or two, my body reacting to the stimulation as it always did. When she squeezed the shaft, forcing precum to ooze out of the tip, I had to admit that it felt incredible. It wasn't until she started to spread the clear liquid around the tip of my cock that I grabbed her wrist, pulling it away.

I sat up on my elbow, staring first at my flinching cock and then to the hand that had made it feel so good, studying her fingers. Actually, I was looking at just one finger; the one with the ring on it. As it turned out, it was a very familiar ring.

"Good morning, baby," Ann's voice sang out from over my shoulder.

Flipping over quickly, I almost fell out of the bed when I saw her lying next to me, her naked body looking so warm and inviting. 

Taking her into my arms, I hugged her closely, squeezing her tighter than I ever had before.

"Relax, Neil," she laughed.

"Ann! What are you doing here?"

"Well, I was about to make my fiancé cum, if that's all right with you. Would you like me to keep masturbating you, or would you rather have a blowjob?"

"What?" I asked, confused by how she was lying next to me naked to begin with.

"I'm asking you how you'd like me to help you cum. We're not going to fuck again until we're married, so those are pretty much your options," she giggled.

"Ann...how did you get in bed with me?" I asked again, my eyes narrowing as I tried to come to grips with what was going on, hoping that my heart wouldn't leap out of my chest from beating so hard.

She gripped my cock once more; stroking it as her other hand ran along my chest, playing with a nipple. "Technically, you got in bed with me," she said as she kissed me.

When she broke off the kiss, I let out and exasperated, "HUH?"

"I was here when you were in the shower. Nancy let me in as soon as you two were done. Soooo, I was the one in bed when you climbed in last night," she giggled again. 

"What? Where'd Nancy go?"

"She went home, silly."

"Naked?"

"Yeah, but her car was outside, so she wasn't in view that long."

"So she drove home naked," I said shaking my head.

"Sure. She was going to go back to her place to mess around with Jill and Mark today anyway. She told me that was your idea...that they could stay with her and have a threesome. Did you really say that?"

I thought back to that conversation from months before. Mark had always been turned on by Nancy's sexy voice whenever he'd called the plant to talk to me. I'd told him that she was just as sexy in every other way, and he developed a little fantasy about her. When he called while she was actually in my office, under my desk giving me a blowjob, that fantasy expanded.

Nodding, I smiled. "Yeah, I may have suggested it."

"Jill seemed more excited about it than Mark, so I'm pretty sure they'll have a great time. Now, is there anything else you'd like to talk about, or would you like to cum now," she winked.

That was a lot tougher question than I would have thought. The idea of her doing anything to make me cum had my head spinning. So did the thought of just being able to talk with her. She had found yet another way to surprise me and with that I had a hundred questions floating through my mind. I really could have answered either way. But this was Ann and her big brown eyes were telling me what I supposed to say.

I didn't have to say anything at all. She kissed me, her hand reaching down to fondle my balls as she grazed her tongue across my lips. "I love you, Neil," she whispered as she kissed around my face, her foot rubbing softly along my inner calf. 

"God, I love you too, babe," I sighed, my fingers lightly stroking her lower back.

Pressing her hand into my shoulder, she pushed me onto my back, climbing on top of me. "I'm going to make you forget all about last night," she giggled as she started kissing down my body, heading toward my cock.

She stopped at my chest, spending an inordinate amount of time sucking and playing with my nipples. Her pussy was hovering over my crotch, her lower legs pressed against my thighs as she straddled me. But I knew she wasn't going to fuck me, no matter how much she wanted to. She'd already drawn that line in the sand, so I had to be happy with her giving me a blowjob. When I thought of that, I actually let out a little chuckle.

"What's so funny?" she grinned as she licked around my nipple, trying not to touch it with her tongue.

"I just love how you find ways to do this. I was thinking that we weren't going to have sex again until we're married and here you are lying naked in bed with me."

"Do you want me to get dressed?" she snickered.

"No, but that might make it easier for you to keep from fucking me," I grinned as I looked at how close her pussy was to my throbbing shaft.

"I'll be fine, baby. I came plenty last..." Her voice trailed off as she caught herself. She almost said something about what she'd done during her bachelorette party. I was a little surprised that she started blushing, and I was afraid she was going to tear up. But she quickly pulled herself together, taking a deep breath. "If you want to fuck me, Neil, I'm not going to say no," she said, biting her lip nervously.

Pulling her up so I could kiss her, I held her in my arms. "I think I'm done fucking Ann Franklin," I smiled. "I can wait until tomorrow...when I get to fuck Ann Thomas."

She started giggling happily, her feet wiggling in delight as she heard me call her that. "Ann Thomas? I hear she's a real slut," she winked.

I patted her on her perfect ass. "I hope so. I really, really hope so." 

"How about you give me one last chance to show you what kind of a slut Ann Franklin can be?"

"Would you like me to do anything for you?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No...not right now. Maybe later. Right now I just want to suck your cock," she said, not waiting for a response. 

Moving down, she didn't waste any more time on talk. Holding my shaft, she started licking at my balls, rolling them around on her tongue as she gently stroked me. Soon she was sucking on them, taking each into her mouth and delicately playing with them.

"Mmm...I love that you shave for me," she whispered to no one in particular. I mean, she was talking to me I suppose, but she could have easily been talking to my cock the way she was looking at it.

Slurping sounds filled the room, along with her moans. I moaned too, which only made her more energetic in her efforts. She started licking my shaft, starting at the base and moving all the way to the tip. But she'd only go in that direction, moving back to start again. Flattening her tongue, she'd try to cover as much of my cock as she could with each swath up my shaft. 




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 93



Once again my thanks and gratitude to my good friend Annanova for being the amazing person she is. Oh...and for doing the editing on this latest chapter. You're awesome!

© 2012, All rights reserved -- mimaster

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Ann had parked her car just down the street from my parents' house, the engine still running. The tiny g-string I'd hung from her mirror was now in her hand, her fingers running back and forth over the material, feeling the fabric, her eyes locked onto mine. I could see her mind working, trying to figure out what I knew. I had her at somewhat of a disadvantage, and yet the twinkle in her stare made my cock stir.

"You got this from Tiffany," she said, the corners of her mouth offering the hint of a smile.

"Uh-huh," I answered, unwilling to give her any more information about the circumstances. "But like I said, her real name is Sarah."

She wasn't really asking; it was a statement more than anything. She brought it to her face, her eyes closed as she inhaled, suddenly lost in the sexy scent left behind. It was such a blatantly erotic display, a chill ran through me. "Yeah, that seems right," she nodded, her smile becoming a wicked grin. "So you want me to wear this tomorrow?" she asked nonchalantly.

"You're the one that said you needed something blue...and I'm pretty sure you said that you wanted it to say something about who we are as a couple. I can only assume you meant something that involves sex, right?"

"That would certainly be us," she giggled.

"Well, if I have my facts right, I think Sarah would agree that it qualifies."

"And I suppose you don't want me to wash it before I put it on."

"That would be up to you, babe. I don't want you to do anything --"

She was holding it to her nose again, taking another deep whiff when she cut off my sentence. "Can I ask you one question about last night?" 

"Sure, although I won't promise that I'll answer it."

She thought long and hard, trying to decide if she really wanted to ask what was running through her mind. Or maybe she was just trying to figure out how she wanted to phrase it. I let her take her time, content to wait her out. She kept the garment close to her nose, closing her eyes again as the aroma stimulated memories of her encounter with the stripper she knew as Tiffany. She even let out a low moan at one point. 

Soon after, she opened her eyes and locked back onto mine. "Did you eat her too?" she asked quickly, her confession visibly moving her in a way that convinced me she was turned on by what she was holding.

In that moment, I could see something in her eyes. Something that I'd seen time and time again; something that let me know where we were, and what I needed to do. Nodding, I took control of the moment, reading what Ann's body language was begging me to do.

"Yes, I did," I replied, taking the g-string from her hand and taking a little sniff for myself before hanging it back onto the mirror. "And perhaps I wasn't as clear as I should have been before. You're going to wear that tomorrow, and no, you're not going to wash it. You're wearing it just like that, Anna."

She grinned happily, putting the car back into gear and releasing the parking break. "You're making me, aren't you?" she said softly.

"Yes I am, my naughty little slut," I said as I leaned over and kissed her cheek. 

~*~*~*~*~*~

"Okay, let's try this again," Pastor Kane said as he cleared his throat. "Do you, Anna Renee Franklin --"

For the fifth time in a row, Ann's eyes flashed, her fingers squeezing mine. She tried to fight it, but the corners of her mouth turned up into another naughty grin. This time I was the one that started laughing. And that was quickly followed by her infectious giggle.

"I'm sorry, Pastor Kane," I said, trying to control my laughter.

"It's okay," he smiled. "It's actually very refreshing to work with a wedding party that's having so much fun. Usually everyone's so uptight, the rehearsal becomes nerve-racking."

"We'll try to be serious," Ann said, her legs wiggling like a little kid that had to pee.

He put his hand on her shoulder and smiled. "You're fine. This is who you and Neil are, Ann. You have joy, and that's such a blessing. When you're like this now, it's exciting to think about how much laughter you're going to share once you're married."

"Married?" my friend Ted said from off to my side.

That was immediately followed by Matt and his dead-on impersonation of the Long Duk Dong character from Sixteen Candles, replying, "Married. Jeez!" 

They'd already said those lines. In fact, that was actually what started all of the frivolity in the first place. 

~*~*~*~*~*~

When we'd first gotten to the church for the rehearsal, Ann and I were both a little nervous. How could we not be? In many ways it had been such a long journey from that week when we'd fallen in love to where we were now. At the same time, there were parts of our life together that felt as if we'd been living on fast forward. In truth, it had been about six months, and that alone was remarkable. 

There were times when I thought about how long it was taking for us finally to be together, and that I thought our wedding day would never come. But now that we were less than a day away, it was hard to believe it was already upon us. The change in the perception of time was a bit overwhelming. We had been on an improbable adventure to that point, and as we entered the church, we both felt blessed that we'd actually made it that far. We were also excited at the idea starting the rest of our life together, knowing it would be an even bigger adventure. 

The actual start had me feeling a little anxious, not because I was getting cold feet...far from it. I just wanted the wedding to be perfect for Ann.

The stage had certainly been set for just such an occasion to happen. My mom let out a gasp as she looked about the place, saying something about how beautiful the sanctuary had been decorated for the ceremony, which was true. Ann and her mom, as well as countless others, had done an amazing job transforming the cavernous room.

With the wedding being in December, we'd settled on a Christmas theme, the main centerpiece being the twenty-foot blue spruce in the very back of the stage in the front of the church. It was decorated with what seemed like thousands of twinkling white lights and dozens of red ribbons; a huge white angel adorning the very top. With the stage being three steps above the pews closest to the front, the tree looked even taller. Add to that the fifty or so poinsettias scattered around the front and the garland with red ribbons that were strung along railings and elsewhere, it was hard not to be in a festive mood.

The tree itself was the Franklins' gift to the church for letting us use it for the nuptials. Once the wedding was over, it would stay behind for the balance of the Christmas season. I would have loved to have seen how in the world Marlin and his friends actually got it into the sanctuary, but there it was as big as life, the fresh smell of evergreen wafting through the air.

While Mom commented on how perfect the church looked, my dad proceeded to say something about the unusual design of the sanctuary itself. Unlike a traditional church with doors in the back and rows of pews on both sides of a centered aisle, this one seemed to be turned on its axis. Instead of a rectangle, it was a big square...well, more like a diamond. And instead of the main entrance being on one wall and the stage and pulpit being on the opposite, the door to this church was on one of the corners. 

That meant the front of the church was in the opposite corner. The three-sided stage jutted straight out from the adjoining walls, then cut across the front at an acute angle. It was an unusual design, leaving three rows of pews instead of two, and two main aisles instead of one.

As my dad looked around the room, eyeing the two balconies and the unique little nooks and crannies created by the architecture, he said, "I've never seen a church like this. I hope we don't have any people getting lost in here tomorrow." 

That's when Matt first broke out his impersonation, saying "Jeez, this place is so confusing!"

Quickly recognizing the line, Ted responded by pretending to be the Jake character from the movie. When he said, "Open the door," that started the two of them going back and forth, reciting every line from the scene like they'd seen the movie a hundred times.

Ted was at least smart enough to clean it up a little, changing the part where he tells 'The Donger' he was grabbed, replacing the word 'nuts' with 'arm'. It was funnier because he made a pregnant pause, trying to think of what else he could say. That change only added to the hilarity of the moment. Sure, there were some people there, like my parents and Ann's, that had no clue what they were talking about. But that didn't stop us all from laughing.

Matt said, "Is that you?"

And Ted followed that by saying "Yeah, that me."

They finished out the scene, all the way to the line where Long Duk Dong says, "Married! Jeez."

The moment of levity that it created set the tone for the rehearsal. They kept going back to that scene, each time finding it funnier than the last. Hell, we all did. With all the kidding and cutting up, we were actually having a great time instead of thinking about the magnitude of what we were rehearsing for. It's awfully hard to be uptight when you're laughing all the time.

There was something else that added to the festive mood of the night. Yet another surprise, something you'd think I'd have gotten used to. Only this time it was one that both Ann and I knew nothing about; one concocted by Tina, who was serving as Ann's maid of honor.

She had delegated several tasks to Tina for the wedding, a couple of which came as a bit of a shock. The one that I found most amazing was that of finding a photographer for the wedding festivities. To me, that was one of the most important jobs, one that I would have assumed Ann or her mom would have wanted to keep for themselves. 

When she told me she'd asked Tina to take care of it, she'd said that she wanted her to feel a real part of the wedding instead of just a convenient stand-in. After all, she'd only know her for a short time. When we'd first gotten engaged, there were a lot of friends that I'm sure Ann would have liked to have by her side that she'd known much longer, like Dana or Missy from California. But with them not being able to make the wedding, Tina became a logical choice. 

Yet in the short time since they actually met, they became closer than Ann had been with many of her other friends. They were more like sisters. It wasn't the time they known each other that mattered to Ann; it was the depth of their friendship. Still, she knew that Tina was self-conscious about being her maid of honor, thinking she was at least her third choice, if not fourth or fifth.

That was the reasoning she had given me for her asking Tina to find us a photographer. She wanted her to know with absolute certainty that she not only wanted her to be her maid of honor, but that we both trusted her as well. It was a big chance to take, but one that Ann was convinced was the right one. She was so sure of it that she never even questioned Tina about it, other than to ask a week before if things were set. When she assured her that they were, Ann crossed that off her list and told me not to worry about it, because she wasn't going to.

Still, I'd be lying if I said that we weren't a little nervous about whom Tina had hired. Even more so when at ten minutes past six there was no sign of Tina or a photographer. We would have been a lot more concerned it weren't for Matt and Ted's antics. We were all too busy laughing. Still, it was a bit of a relief when Tina walked in the side door, letting us know she was there.

"Where've you been?" Ann asked as she gave her a huge hug.

"Sorry Ann. I had to go to Fort Wayne," she answered breathlessly.

"Fort Wayne? What were you doing there?" 

"I promised you I'd take care of the photographer. I had to pick her up."

My eyes narrowed as I processed that. "You hired a photographer that doesn't have a car?"

"Actually, I don't know if she has a car or not. I just didn't want her to have to rent one."

"Rent one?"

"Yeah, I was already cutting it close as it was just getting her here from the airport. It would have taken longer if she had to rent a car and find her way here."

"Airport...what in the world are you talking about?" Ann laughed.

"Your photographer," she grinned as she looked over her shoulder, pointing at the doorway. Walking through carrying two huge bags of equipment was Rose, the camera store owner we'd befriended in San Francisco.

Giving a little wave, she set down the bags while Ann and I picked our jaws up off the floor. "Hi," she said, her long jet black hair pulled back into a ponytail.

Rose was dressed exactly as I would have expected; everything was black leather, refusing to change from her gothic style just because she was visiting rural Indiana. Frankly, I would have been disappointed if she had. Her black lipstick and nail polish stood out against her alabaster skin. Just the hint of the black rose tattoo above her left breast was visible in what for her had to be a rather conservative top as she took off her long black leather trench coat.

As Ann rushed over to hug her, I looked at Tina who was standing there with a huge grin of satisfaction on her face.

"You're proud of yourself, aren't you?" I chuckled.

"Wouldn't you be? Do you know how hard it is to surprise both you and Ann? I never thought I'd be able to pull it off."

Giving her a hug, I kissed the top of her head. "You're awesome, Tina. I'm so glad you're a part of our wedding."

Ann was saying the same thing to Rose, before taking her around to introduce her to everyone. She left out the part of how we really met, deciding there was probably never going to be the right place or time to explain we'd had her develop rolls of film containing X-rated pictures of us. And if there ever were going to be one, it certainly wasn't going to be in a church. Then again, it was Ann, so I held my breath as I waited to see exactly how she was introducing her.

When Rose started getting her equipment out of the bags so that we could finally get started with the rehearsal, Ann and I had a brief moment to visit with her. Ann asked what was on both of our minds, her voice filled with excitement. "What are you doing here?"

"I hope I'm taking pictures of your wedding. If not, this was a bit of a wasted trip, other that I get to see you two for a little while."

"I meant, how can Tina possibly be paying you enough to cover your flight? I gave her a budget."

"Well, when she called to ask, at first I thought the same thing. Then I realized that if it weren't for you and Neil, I wouldn't have met the Armstrongs. And if I hadn't met them, my store wouldn't be doing as well as it is. Between Gracie's marketing advice, Todd's financial stability and frankly, the earthquake, I wouldn't be standing here."

"The earthquake?" I asked.

"I guess in every tragedy there are a few silver linings. I'm one of them. I got a lot of publicity and good word of mouth from the animal shelter I ran. And even though that's done now, people haven't forgotten," she said as she pulled out a huge camera from a bag and attached a long lens to it. "Gracie had a lot to do with that because of she's so media savvy. As a matter of fact, she also was the one that said I should do this. She talked me into it."

"Really?"

"Uh-huh. I'm only charging you for my time and the film. Then, I'm going to give you the pictures as a wedding gift. Somehow, Gracie said I can write the flight and the hotel off as a business expense. I don't really understand all of that, but I trust her, and she's handling it. So, as far as the business goes, it's a wash. You get me to take your pictures, you get them as a gift from me, and I get to be here for your wedding. All in all, how could I say no?" 

It seemed a little too good to be true, but there she was, taking light readings as she walked around the church, talking to Pastor Kane about where she could be during the ceremony. The best part was she fit right in, joking and laughing with the rest of us as she did her job. Once Pastor Kane started explaining how the ceremony itself was going to proceed, she blended into the background to take photos of the rehearsal.

~*~*~*~*~*~ 

Ann was having a hard time. Sure, the guys in the wedding party were joking around. So were the girls. Hell, even the parents were joining in the fun. But Ann's incessant giggle fits weren't caused by the jovial camaraderie in the room. That started it, but I knew why she snickered in the first place, and why she had been smiling ever since.

It started just after Marlin handed her off to me the very first time we walked through the ceremony. We'd faced each other to join hands and Pastor Kane had addressed those who were attending. Well, those that were there sitting in the pews watching as we got ready to practice our vows. He got to the part where we were going to commit our lives to one another, and he turned to her.

She squeezed my hands, her eyes widening as she stared at me. I knew what she was thinking. I could see it in those swirling, chocolate brown eyes. As one would expect, he'd called her by her given name, but as soon as he said 'Anna,' the fire in those eyes ignited.

The naughty grin didn't appear until a few seconds later, when he asked her if she'd obey me as part of the traditional wedding promise. When he finally asked her that age old question, 'If so, answer I do,' she arched her left eyebrow and said, "I don't know. Do I?"

When I quickly answered by saying, "Oh yeah, you definitely do," nodding with a little attitude of my own, she started giggling uncontrollably.

When she finally calmed down, he started over, only to be interrupted as soon as he said obey. She squeezed my hands again, her eyes showing a lust in them that made me jerk back just a little. That had her laughing a second time, to the point we had to stop once more.

The next two times were the same as the first two, with Ann cracking up. Pastor Kane even asked if he should change the line to something different. 

"You appear to have a problem with me saying you should obey Neil. Perhaps we should substitute that part."

"Oh, I don't have a problem obeying Neil," she said, biting the corner of her lip. Bobbing up and down, she raised her hand to let him know she was serious. "I love the traditional vows, Pastor Kane. Please don't change them."

"Well okay, but I hope we don't regret that tomorrow."

"Oh, we won't."

Of course, the next time, I started laughing. I did it because I knew she was seconds away from starting up again and I didn't want her to feel like she was the only one struggling. After all, I knew the real reason why. It had nothing to do with the vows. It had everything to do with him calling her Anna, because that was what I called her whenever she was naughty. 

I'd said something to her about that before; how I was going to associate that name with how she acted when I called her that during our wedding vows. Instead of me, it was Ann who was making the association and it had her literally squirming on the stage as we tried to make it though the vows. Pastor Kane was going to try and start another time, but then he started smiling at her giggle fit, especially when she snorted. 

"You know, why don't we take a little break?" he said graciously.

"I could use some air," she gasped, nodding at his suggestion.

"That's a good idea. While you're doing that, I can go over what the groomsmen are going to do as ushers, and what the bridesmaids will be doing."




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 93



Rose grabbed me by the arm and said, "Come on, we can take some pictures of the two of you. Maybe that will help Ann calm down."

Nodding, I took Ann's hand and the three of us went out the side door, walking out the back of the church into the cold parking lot while Pastor Kane started to instruct the rest of the wedding party on their duties for before and after the ceremony.

As we stood outside, Ann took a couple of deep breaths and started to calm down as Rose worked with her camera, trying to get the lighting right in the dim parking lot. 

"What's gotten into you?" Rose laughed as she had us pose along a railing.

"Oh...it's just a little inside joke," she smiled.

Shaking my head, I scoffed at her explanation. "Don't let her fool you, Rose. She's horny." 

"NEIL!" Ann giggled, smacking me on the arm.

Rose laughed and said, "So THAT'S why you were wiggling around up there. I couldn't get a good shot because you were moving so much. Funny though, you weren't acting like that when you started."

"That's because --"

Ann playfully put her hand over my mouth, but then she relented, saying, "It's because he keeps calling me Anna."

"What's wrong with that? That's your name, isn't it?"

"It's also what Neil calls me whenever I'm being a naughty girl," she smiled.

"Huh. Well based on the pictures I've seen, I'm surprised he ever calls you Ann at all," Rose laughed.

"I'm definitely feeling like Anna right now," she confessed as she turned, kissing me while Rose took another photo.

Looking at her camera, she shook her head. "I need a different flash. The lighting is too dark."

"I need a coat," Ann added as we followed Rose back into the church.

When we got to the bottom of the stairs, Rose said she would be right back. Ann looked at the coat room, the impish grin appearing on her face once again.

"We'll be in here," she giggled, yanking me into the softly lit room with her. 

"What are you doing?" I asked as she wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me into a long, steamy kiss.

"I'm hoping you'll return the favor for what I did for you this morning."

"What? You want me to eat you...here?"

"Please?" she pleaded desperately as she reached for the button of her jeans. 

"Are you serious?"

"I'm so horny I literally can't think straight, baby. Besides, you're the one that suggested we have sex in here, remember?"

"What? I'm pretty sure that was you." 

"Regardless, you know you want to," she cooed as she lowered her zipper and started wiggling her ass again, this time to get her tight jeans over her sexy hips. 

"Wait, Ann...are you sure about this? You just told Rose we were going to be in here. She's going to walk right in on us."

She turned around and bent over at the waist, pushing her pants all the way down to her ankles. "I'm counting on it," she grinned. "She better have the right flash, too."

"ANN!" 

She winked at me over her shoulder and replied, "You heard the man. I'm Anna." 

"Aren't you a little concerned about getting caught, or at least, you know...doing it here?"

"You mean in a church?"

"Well yeah? I mean, I know we joked about it, but I was just trying to turn you on that day." 

"And you did. What's your point?" she asked, swaying her naked ass back and forth in front of me, her wet pussy glistening in the faint light.

"I never thought you'd take me seriously. We're in a church!"

"No we're not. Technically, we're in a coat room in the basement of a building that's attached to a church. It's not like we're about to fuck in the sanctuary. We're not even going to fuck."

"I know, but it still seems a little, I don't know...sacrilegious?" 

"Neil, do you honestly think we're going to be the first people on earth that have ever had sex in a church? I'd bet anything we aren't going to be the first in this one!" 

I shook my head, my hand touching her bare ass, making her moan before I ever did anything. "You're sure?" I asked; even though I had already committed by squatting down to slip off her black heel so I could help her with her jeans.

Stepping out of her pants, she nodded. "If you aren't going to do it, I'm going to walk out just this and ask Tina. You know she will."

"I'd actually like to see that," I chuckled. Standing back up, I moved in behind, her back to me as she swayed her perfect ass, trying to entice me. It was everything I could do not to unzip my fly and start fucking her right there, but I knew that wasn't what she wanted. She wanted to tease me, because we both knew we weren't fucking again until we were married. That didn't stop me from grabbing her hips and ramming my crotch into her from behind over and over, dry humping her in a way.

She was bucking her body back against me when Rose walked into the coat room. With the angle, she couldn't tell that we weren't really fucking, but that didn't stop her from stepping further inside and closing the door. 

"I trust you'd like this documented for your x-rated wedding album," she grinned as she raised her camera and focused, waiting for one of us to give her the go-ahead.

"Please," Ann practically begged as she looked over her shoulder. 

Taking a step back after the first few photos, I turned so Rose could get a better view. Her surprised smile said what she was thinking as she realized we were just pretending to fuck, but that didn't prevent her from taking more pictures of Ann as she stood there naked below the waist with her legs spread wide.

Grabbing the hanger bar above her head, she leaned forward, bending further at the waist to expose more of her pussy for the camera. Her natural grace and charisma came out quickly as she played to the lens, looking like a Penthouse model, posing for Rose without any instructions. Soon she was exposing more of her body, lifting her shirt, showing off her braless breasts. 

It took a minute or two before Ann realized I was standing off to the side just watching her. Knowing time was short, her eyes met mine.

"Eat me baby. Please eat my pussy," she begged.

I ended up sitting down between her legs facing Rose, my hands finding the back of her thighs as I ran them up and down her soft skin. Her pussy was so wet it had already started leaking down her inner thighs. I started there, licking the little trails, making her moan as I came closer and closer to the dripping source.

I could feel the camera flash more than I could see or hear it, but the idea that Rose was even there had my cock throbbing inside my jeans. Yet this was about Ann and I knew I needed to hurry before anyone else came looking for us. It would have been nice if I could have taken my time, teasing her, making the experience play out longer. But that didn't take away from the heat of the moment at all. 

My lips pressed against her labia, my tongue splitting them further than they already were from how turned on she was. Nibbling for just a moment, I sucked in rapidly, pulling those amazing outer lips into my mouth and stretching them before letting go. Her legs started to shake almost immediately, a low wail emitting from her chest. I took that as a good sign, latching on one more time before moving to what she really wanted.

As my hands moved up her thighs, cupping her ass, my mouth covered her pussy. I started rapidly fucking her with my tongue, digging and swiping it as fast as I could. Meanwhile, my fingers gripped at her ass, pulling the cheeks apart every so often. That little change would set her off each time I did it, bringing her closer and closer to what I knew was going to be a huge orgasm.

It was never going to take that long. She was so worked up that it felt like she could explode at any time; all I had to do was let her. Placing a hand firmly on her mound, I pulled my thumb up, stretching her skin and making her clit pop out further. Wrapping my lips around it, I started sucking hard, letting my tongue rest on it at first.

The growl stuck in her throat as she fought to keep it in, her knees buckling for a moment, my other hand going to her ass to help hold her steady as she gripped at the bar tighter. When I began to bat her clit back and forth with my tongue, she came, filling my mouth with her sweet juice.

I'd forgotten Rose was there until I finally let go of Ann's clit. It startled me at first when she told me to freeze so she could take a couple more pictures, but I quickly got into it. She began instructing me on how she wanted me to hold my mouth or where to place my tongue, saying she loved how my lips and chin were coated, making sure to capture the image of the trail running down toward my neck.

Ann was hanging on the coat bar, her body weakened from how quickly the orgasm swept through it. Helping her to the floor, she sat down, letting Rose take a couple of last photos with her legs spread wide, the smile on her face even wider. 

"Okay...I'm going to head back and take some pictures of the others to keep them occupied. You two clean up and I'll tell them that you'll be there in a couple of minutes," Rose smiled as she started to open the door. "I knew this was going to be a fun wedding when I talked to Tina, but I never thought it would be this good. Thanks for letting me watch."

"You're welcome," Ann said dreamily as she worked her jeans back over her legs.

"So are you," I smiled at Ann.

"Thanks, baby. You were amazing. I really needed that," she sighed contentedly as I helped her to her feet. Exchanging a quick kiss, she pulled up her jeans and slipped her heels back on. We headed out, each of us stopping by our respective bathrooms to freshen up like Rose suggested.

Splashing my face with cold water, I looked at myself in the mirror and shook my head. "I cannot believe we just did that. We're probably going to hell now," I chuckled.

~*~*~*~*~*~

I really didn't believe that. What with all the horrific sins taking place in the world every day, how could having a little harmless naughty fun with the woman I loved be cause for eternal damnation just because of where we'd done it? 

Just one look at Ann's angelic face as she stood calmly next to the altar, reciting her vows flawlessly told me otherwise. Besides, I'd already been through hell in my first marriage, and I hadn't done anything to deserve that at all. 

We'd gone through the entire ceremony twice, and when Ann and I finished practicing our vows a third time Pastor Kane put up his hands and said, "I think we've got it!"

"That's a wrap!" Matt shouted, making everyone crack up once again. 

When Ann's brother Alan added, "Yeah, time to eat!" it caught me off guard.

Still holding my hands, she smiled as she reminded, "We have to go to the rehearsal dinner next, baby."

~*~*~*~*~*~

Ann and I had to stay behind for a few minutes while everyone else headed to the restaurant my parents had booked for the dinner. We were filling out some paperwork with Pastor Kane; official documents for the state that we wouldn't want to have to deal with the next day. While we sat at his desk, he commented on how much fun the rehearsal had been and that he was looking forward to the actual ceremony.

"I've done a lot of weddings," he said as he sat back, his hands on his head as he relaxed. "But I have to say, I think this is going to be one of the best."

"What makes you say that?" Ann grinned as she signed her name happily on one of the forms.

"Besides that fact that you're both so obviously in love, you're one of the most fun couples I've ever wed. I can't remember that much laughter in a rehearsal before. Most of the time everyone is so nervous I feel like I'm preparing to do a funeral," he chuckled.

"Whoa, we wouldn't want that," I said as Ann slid one of the forms across the desktop for me to sign.

"Little chance of that happening," he smiled. "I think everyone's going to have a great time tomorrow, even when something goes wrong."

"You mean IF something goes wrong," Ann said as she shifted in her seat.

"No, I meant what I said," he replied as he moved forward, leaning across his desk, patting her on the arm. "But you're not the kind to fret about those kinds of things, Ann."

"Wait...so, you expect something bad to happen?"

"Not bad. But the fact is there's no such thing as a perfect wedding, no matter how hard you try. Something will happen during the day that won't go exactly as planned. It's how you react to it that people will remember."

Ann and I sat there and thought about it for a moment. "You know, he's right," Ann nodded. "Every wedding I've ever attended had something go wrong."

"My money's on Matt tripping on the steps," I laughed as I dated the last document.

Pastor Kane stood up and shook my hand, saying, "No matter what happens tomorrow, I know you two will laugh about it, and that's what's going to make your special day perfect."

Ann walked around the desk and gave him a big hug, unwilling just to shake his hand. "I'm so happy you're marrying us, Pastor Kane. Thank you so much!"

"You're welcome, my dear. Enjoy your dinner. And if you feel yourself ready to have another giggle fit during your vows tomorrow, just take a deep breath and think about whatever it was that calmed you down today."

She snorted as she started to giggle again, which turned into a bit of a coughing fit. 

Speaking for her, I grinned. "I'm sure she can do that."

"Good. We'll see you both tomorrow," he said, his voice brimming with excitement. 

~*~*~*~*~*~

Ann and I never made it through the doorway of the small banquet room at the local bar/restaurant on Main Street that my parents booked for the rehearsal dinner. Well, it seemed small. It was actually the largest banquet room of any eating establishment in town, which was why they'd selected it. That and because they had amazing food. But the room seemed smaller than I remembered, most likely because there were a lot more people in it than I'd anticipated. Far more than were at the actual rehearsal.

Ann was on her knees, tears of joy running down her face as she gave another hug. I was standing next to her, holding a precocious five-year-old in my arms as she hugged me tight. 

"Do you remember me, Uncle Neil?" Mindy said when she finally stopped squeezing my neck.

Brushing her long brown hair out of her face, I gave her a kiss on one of her adorable dimples and said, "Of course I remember you, Mindy. We played with your Barbie dolls, remember?" 

"I brought one with me," she said excitedly. "Mommy bought a dress for her to wear to the wedding just like mine!"

"Wow, I can't wait to see them tomorrow," I grinned.

Ann stood up, taking Mindy from my arms saying, "Come here and give your Aunt Ann another hug!"

Allison moved over to me and I picked her up just like I had her little sister, throwing her in the air a little, making her blonde curly hair bounce as she landed in my arms.

"Hee...hi Uncle Neil," she giggled.

"Hi to you too, Allison," I smiled. "How have you been?"

She adjusted her glasses, a studious expression appearing on her face. "I've been worried," she said sincerely. "I'm not a graceful flyer."

Laughing at such an informative comment coming out of someone so young, I asked, "How many times have you flown, Allison? You're only eight."

"Eight and a half...and that was my first time."

"Did you have any problems?"

"No, it was fun."

"Then what makes you think you're not a graceful flyer?"

She leaned in close and whispered, "I'm just saying that to make my Mommy feel better. That's what she says all the time. She hates flying. I didn't want her to be the only one."

Looking over Allison's shoulder, I winked at Dana, who was beaming as she held Chad's hand.

Ann looked at me, her eyes misting over as she clutched Mindy in her arms. "I can't believe this, Neil," she cried, her voice shaking with emotion.

Reaching out, I pulled her to me, hugging her with my free hand as we held onto the girls. "Me either, babe. Me either." 

When Ann and I had walked into the restaurant, Tom, the owner greeted us, which was unusual. He was more of a behind the scenes kind of guy, occasionally working the bar, but mostly hanging around the kitchen, which was his area of expertise. It didn't surprise me that he'd ventured out for us because he was a friend of my dad's. But I did find it odd that he kind of held us near the bar instead of taking us back to the room.

He was asking us questions, making conversation. I was polite and answered, but Ann was antsy. She wanted to head to the dinner, having told me in the car that she was starving. But she didn't want to seem impolite either, knowing that Tom was simply trying to make us feel welcome and thanking us for having our special event at his establishment.

At least, that's what we thought. The longer things went, the odder the conversation became, to the point that his questions seemed more out of the blue than things he'd ever be interested in. I was about to say something when his wife, Charlotte poked her head around the corner.

"They're here, Tom," she said excitedly. "Everything's set."

I looked at Tom, who looked at Ann. "The late arrivals," he smiled. "Tina insisted we wait to let you in until everyone was here. Sorry for stalling, but I'm sure you'll understand."

"Late arrivals?" Ann said. "Everyone left the church before we did."

"He said Tina, Ann. She has another surprise for us," I answered, taking her by the hand.

That turned out to be a huge understatement. Tom let Charlotte do the honors, leading us into the banquet room. As we turned the corner, Ann let out a shriek that was heard throughout the restaurant, which was followed by her bursting into tears as we looked around the room.

Not only had Chad, Dana and the girls flown out from California, so had a bunch of other people. There was Ann's Uncle Marty and Aunt Helen, with their daughter Valerie standing next to them. Val was holding her daughter Christina in her arms, and she looked twice as big as when I'd last seen her.

Off to the other side was Ann's friend Missy from the adult store where she'd hosted the California bachelorette party. Missy was standing with Gloria, Ann's friend from the pizza place where they'd had her going-away party. They were both standing with the couple Ann viewed as her California parents, Billie and Alfred. Billie was crying just like Ann, overwhelmed by the moment.

As Dana's girls rushed toward us, both hugging Ann at first, I looked at Tina, who was standing just a few feet away, beaming as she watched Ann.

"How did you do this? There's no way all of them could afford to fly out here...did you get some kind of discounted rate or something?"

"You could say that," she beamed. Pointing toward the back corner, she said, "I'd say free is a pretty good discount. Wouldn't you?"

"Free? What are you talking about?" I laughed as I checked where her finger was directing my eyes. My mouth dropped open when I saw two people standing next to my dad, talking with him. "Oh my God, it's the Armstrongs!" Looking back to Tina, my face was still in shock. "They paid for everyone's ticket?"

"Not exactly," she giggled as she gave me a hug to kind of calm me down. "They flew everyone out on their Lear jet." 

Staring back in the corner, Gracie waved her fingers as she tapped her husband on the shoulder. Todd looked my way and gave me a little salute, followed by a shrug when my eyes opened wider. 

"I can't believe this," I said out loud.

"They were excited to do it, Neil. You and Ann made a real impression on them. Gracie must have talked to me for an hour about how wonderful it was to actually get an invitation from you and Ann. That's how I ended up getting --"

"Rose," I said at the same time Tina did, all of it suddenly becoming clear to me. 




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 93



But before I could say anything else, Mindy was pulling at my shirt, begging me with her big saucer eyes to pick her up and say hello.

~*~*~*~*~*~

It was one of the greatest evenings I'd ever had. So much so, I actually wondered at one point if the wedding reception was going to seem like a letdown. But that was hard to imagine, what with the same people going to be there and then some. Still, what made the night so special was the unexpected arrival of the out-of-town guests that Ann and I were convinced wouldn't be coming to the wedding at all. That they were also there for the rehearsal dinner made the evening.

The meal had been outstanding, my mother having gotten with Tom and Charlotte on the menu items. They had three entrée options and more side dishes than I could count. It wasn't a buffet, but they apparently had things already cooked and ready to go because we had our food minutes after we'd placed our orders. 

Ann and I sat next to each other at the side of one of the two long tables. Mindy made sure she was sitting to my left, while Allison took her place to Ann's right. Dana gave us a concerned look, but in truth we wouldn't have had it any other way. It was such a joy to have them there and all they were looking for was a little attention.

I was talking to Ann's Aunt Helen as she sat across from me while I cut Mindy's hot dog up for her the way she apparently liked it. Ann was chatting with Billie and Alfred as she buttered a roll for Allison. The whole thing seemed like a big family reunion, with a couple of notable absences.

Ann's friend Sonya couldn't get off work because she was covering for another air traffic controller that was on vacation. Helen's son Sean couldn't make it because he didn't have any vacation left, so he agreed to stay behind and take care of the horses. Yet the glaring absence to me was that of Valerie's husband Dale.

It didn't surprise me that he wasn't there. I would have been more stunned if he had been. After all, I'd threatened to pulverize him when I'd visited California on my trip to get Ann. It was bad enough that he was a lousy husband to Val, but being a disassociated father to Christina was criminal in my eyes. So I'd called him on it, letting him know that I'd pound his fat sorry ass if he didn't straighten out. He knew I'd do it, so it wasn't hard to believe that he didn't sign up for the trip.

What was hard to believe was the real reason he didn't fly out with his family. 

"Dale got a new job," Helen said, almost sounding proud. 

"Really? Doing what?" I laughed, thinking she was joking.

"He's actually become a plumber's apprentice."

"Well that makes sense. He's got the butt crack for it," I said, making Mindy giggle. "Oops...forgot I had a youngster next to me."

Helen laughed herself and said, "Trust me, she heard worse than that on the plane." 

"That doesn't mean she should hear it from me." 

"I'm sure you're forgiven, Neil. It's not like you were cursing. And you didn't say anything that Marty and I haven't said about him. But I have to tell you, he's really doing it. He's working sixty hours a week. He couldn't come because he doesn't have any vacation yet and he didn't feel comfortable asking for personal time because he hasn't been there long enough. He's still a probationary employee."

"How is he with his wife and daughter?"

"It's better. He still has some work to do there; I'm not going to kid you. He comes home tired and the baby craves attention. He sometimes has to make himself get involved. But it's not like it used to be."

Taking a bite of my chicken, I raised an eyebrow toward Helen's daughter, who was sitting next to her dad at the other table. "Is Val happy?"

"Not really. Not yet. But she's getting there."

"What's the problem?"

"He's not you," she smiled.

"Uh...what's that supposed to mean?"

"Well, it means that Valerie is a little...jealous of Ann. She always has been. When Ann first moved to California and stayed with us, Val thought it was great. At least she did at the start. But Ann had her own car and had a new job that had the fringe benefit of huge discounts on the clothes."

"What does all of that have to do with me, Helen?" I asked as I pointed to Mindy to eat some of her corn.

"I'm just setting the foundation. While Valerie is blessed in the breast department like most in our family, Ann is thin, athletic and well...she has a very nice tush. Plus she's a little older. Valerie caught a lot of her would-be boyfriends staring at Ann when she'd lay out tanning in the back yard."

"Still failing to get the point, although I'll agree with you about her tush," I laughed.

"My point is that Valerie has always been envious of Ann and what she has. And now that includes you."

"Wow, I'm not really sure what to think about that."

"Don't. I'm only saying that Dale is actually really trying to change for her and she has to accept that he's not going to be Prince Charming. But he was never going to be. If he does what he's supposed to, he shouldn't have to be. It's not like Valerie ever stopped loving him. She just didn't like him, if you know what I mean."

"I think so. I just don't want there to be any friction between Val and Ann, that's all."

"There isn't. No matter how she let things bother her, Valerie loves Ann. She may wish she had a husband like you're going to be, but she doesn't begrudge her having you. She's happy for her. We all are. You two are an amazing couple."

"Thanks Helen. I really don't know what to say. I know we're good together, and I'm really blessed. I'm just not used to having this many people saying things like that all the time," I replied.

And I wasn't. Ann and I had been inundated with all of our family and friends telling us how wonderful we were together. Frankly, both of us felt that way. We knew we were lucky to have each other, or in our view, that fate had brought us together. Still, we'd been hearing it a lot the closer we got to the wedding and it was becoming a little uncomfortable for both of us.

Helen nodded. "And that's what makes you both so adorable, Neil. You don't like hearing all the accolades for just being who you are together. The fact that you're both humble is why you're going to have a great marriage. You should know this is what happens at weddings. People tend to tell you how great you are together."

"Why should I know that?"

"Because, you've been married before, silly."

"Funny, I don't remember people saying things like that when I married the first time. No one said anything remotely close to that at all."

Helen reached across the table, patting me on my arm, a motherly smile appearing in her eyes. "Then that's probably because it wasn't true, Neil. If you were meant to be together, you still would be."

I'm pretty sure my mouth dropped open. As I thought back, I wasn't wrong. People complimented my ex and me at my first wedding, but all those nice words were about how we looked together. My ex was a beautiful woman, at least on the outside, and most of the comments we got were about what an attractive couple we made. Yet I couldn't remember anyone saying we were made for each other or how happy we were going to be together. There certainly weren't any comments about how we were meant to be together.

Ann was a stunning woman too, but in so many ways besides just how she looked. As she sat next to Allison, I watched how she made that young girl feel important, not only including her in the conversations she was having, but going out of her way to help her feel like she was the center of them. What made Ann special was her heart, her compassion for others. It made me a better man just being around her.

Feeling a tug on my shirt, I looked to my left to see Mindy smiling up at me. "I've finished my corn, Uncle Neil. Can I have some cake now?"

Picking her up off her seat, I gave her another hug. "If you can finish your hot dog, we'll talk about cake," I smiled. "Can you do that for me?"

Mindy nodded excitedly and kissed me on the cheek. "Yeah," she said loudly as I put her back in her chair. 

When I sat back upright, I felt a kiss on my other cheek. Turning to Ann, she gave me a big hug. "That why you're the sexiest man alive, Neil," she whispered.

"I'm pretty sure People Magazine said it was Sean Connery this year," I grinned.

"I know. How appropriate, since you're MY James Bond," she cooed, running her hand along my thigh. "But you're even sexier to me, baby."

"Why's that? Because I'm not sixty like he is?" 

"Oh, just the little things that you do that make me happy," she replied coyly, nodding toward Mindy.

"She's adorable, Ann. It's not like it's hard being next to her. Besides, look what you've been doing with Allison."

"There's a big difference between entertaining an eight year old, and one that's five," she smiled. "That you don't know that it's a big deal is one of the reasons why I love you so much."

~*~*~*~*~*~

The clinking of the fork against the water glass got everyone's attention rather quickly. My father was standing across the room, the broad smile radiating as he waiting for the eyes to look his way. Clearing his throat, he took a deep breath as he prepared to address the room, his hand clutching my mother's as she sat.

"For those of you that don't know me, I'm Darren Thomas, Neil's dad," he said to start. Looking at my mother, he continued. "Betsy and I would like to thank all of you for coming tonight, and for being a special part of Ann and Neil's wedding."

He was interrupted by polite applause, and he waved them down so he could continue. "There are some people here that we would like to thank, so if you'll just bear with me a moment, I'd appreciate it. I don't intend on making a toast tomorrow...that's Matt's job. So I'm going to use this opportunity to say a few things. First, I'd like everyone to give a hand to our friends Tom and Charlotte, who not only let us use this wonderful room, they also provided an amazing dinner."

Once again, the room clapped as Tom and Charlotte stood in the doorway waving. Tom spoke up and said, "You're more than welcome, Darren. We're thrilled you asked. Neil, Ann, we wish you both an incredible life together. Thanks for letting us be a small part of your weekend."

Dad looked at Ann's parents next, saying, "We'd also like to thank Marlin and Jean, Ann's parents. Ever since our kids became engaged, you've been so gracious to us, even welcoming us into your home during Thanksgiving and treating us like family. It's pretty rare that potentials get along, but I have a really great feeling about this. Betsy and I are looking forward to sharing grandkids with you someday." 

"Not too soon," Jean cracked. "I'm in no hurry to be a grandma."

"I'm in no hurry to make you one," Ann chimed in. "Neil and I need more practice."

"What, raising babies?" Matt asked, thinking about how Ann had practically raised him and his sister Maria.

Ann flashed him a naughty smile. "I meant making them, Matt," she giggled as she leaned over to kiss me.

"I'm all for that," I replied, kissing her back.

When Dad finally regained control of the room, he said he had a couple more people to thank. As the camera flashed while he spoke, he said, "Rose, we want to welcome you to Indiana, and thank you for coming all the way from California to be Ann and Neil's photographer. I hope you have some fun while you're working."

"I already have," Rose nodded as she winked at me and Ann before taking a quick picture of us to get our reaction. 

"Well make sure you get something to eat," my mom added, reminding Rose for something like the fifth time that there was food for her too. 

Rose aimed her camera at her next, saying, "I will, Betsy. I promise."

"Just two more," Dad promised, clearing his throat once again. "I think we'd be remiss if we didn't acknowledge what an incredible gift we received tonight with the arrival of all Ann and Neil's friends and family from California. I know how much Ann loved living out there, and how she feels about her family. And if there's one thing I've learned from her, it's that you're ALL her family, whether you're related or not."

"Thanks Dad," Ann smiled at my father, her eyes misting a little.

"You're welcome, sweetie," he waved. "And as I was saying, I'd like to think I speak not only for Betsy, but for Neil and Ann, and Ann's parents in thanking the people responsible for getting them here...the Armstrongs. Todd and Gracie, I'm overwhelmed by your incredible generosity. To fly all of these people out here so they could share in Ann and Neil's day is beyond incredible."

"It was our pleasure, Darren. We wouldn't have missed this for the world," Todd responded.

Gracie hugged her husband and said, "That's what friends do, right Ann?"

Ann nodded, her eyes watering just a little more as her emotions started to rise. "Thank you Gracie...thank you Todd. This means the world to us," she said as she hugged me like Gracie was holding onto Todd.

Dad took a long drink of water; his other hand gripping my mother's tighter as he collected himself. He stared at me for what seemed like the longest time, his chest swelling with pride. Then he turned his eyes to Ann, a loving smile appearing as he gazed at her.

"Anna," he sighed.

"Yes?" she replied, perking up in her chair.

"I really don't know where to begin. I guess I'll start by saying that Betsy and I love you. We love you because you're honest and intelligent. We love your sense of humor and that you're almost always smiling. We love how you look at your friends like family and how you seem to always look at the world through your heart, with love and compassion."

Dad started to choke up for a moment, my mom standing and putting her arm around his waist. Leaning her head against his shoulder, she kissed him on the cheek. "It's okay, honey. Like you said, they're all family."

"I know, Betsy," he nodded quietly. Turning back to Ann, he soldiered on. "You know, one of the hardest things for a parent is to see their child hurting emotionally. You see their pain and suffering, and yet you can't do anything to help other than to be there for them. While I'm not going to get into the details, we're so grateful for you Ann. You came into our lives like this big burst of sunshine and you not only lifted Neil up, you lifted all of us. We've never seen him happier than he is with you. And not only did you give us our son back, you gave us a piece of yourself as well. Because of that, as excited as you must be for tomorrow to get here, so are we. Betsy and I cannot wait to be able to say you're our daughter. Welcome to OUR family, sweetie!"

"OH MY GOD!" Ann gasped. Her hands went to her face, her fingers covering her nose and mouth as she stared at my parents. Tears began streaming down her cheeks as she got up and ran across the room. Jumping into my dad's arms first, then forming a group hug with my mother, she stammered, "I...I love you both SO M...MUCH!"

"We love you too," my mom answered, holding on to her like she was afraid to let go. 

As I watched, I felt Mindy's hand tapping me on the shoulder. "Uncle Neil, are you okay?" she asked.

"Yeah, why?" 

"You're crying."

Picking her up again, I sat her on my lap and gave her a big hug. Smiling, I said, "These are happy tears, Mindy."

Her cute little face twisted into a question mark. "You're happy?" 

"Very."

I could practically see her little mind processing what I'd said, trying to make sense of the contradiction between the few tears that had fallen and the beaming smile on my face. Finally shrugging, she nodded. "Okay. But that's weird."

"Yes, it is," I agreed. "But sometimes it happens when people love each other so much. It happens a lot at weddings."

"Oh...well I've never been to a wedding," Mindy nodded, thinking that was why she didn't understand. 

Laughing, I hugged her again. "That explains it then, doesn't it?"

"Uh-huh," she giggled, her arms hugging my neck in return. 

~*~*~*~*~*~

"She's adorable," Gracie said as we stood together with her husband.

Bobbing up and down, I nodded. "Yeah, she is. I'm actually going to be related to her, although I'm pretty sure you know by now that everyone here is family."

"Yeah, we kind of got that impression," Todd laughed.

"Well it's true, isn't it Christina?" I grinned as I talked to Valerie's daughter, holding her close to my face. She garbled in return, reaching out to grab my nose as I playfully jostled her up and down some more. 

"How old is she?" Gracie asked.

"Hmm...well, she was nine months when I first met her, so she's close to a year old now. I'm not sure if she's had her birthday yet or not."

"Next week," Valerie said as she came by to check on her daughter. "Do you want me to take her?"

"Nope...we're good. Go visit. I'll let you know if I need you."

"Okay, but don't say I didn't ask if she starts fussing."

"You know better than that," I laughed as she walked away. Turning my attention back to the Armstrongs, I asked, "Where were we?"

"I don't remember," Gracie said quickly.

"Oh...I do. You were using Christina to change the subject. I was asking about what you did."

"It wasn't really that big of a deal, Neil," Todd scoffed, waving his hand like he was brushing off the enormity of it all.

"Todd, you flew out close to a dozen people. You can't tell me that's not a big deal. It is to me. It is to Ann. I'm sure it is to all the people you brought."

"I'm not trying to trivialize it. I'm simply saying that we loved doing it. What's the point of having a private jet if you can't do something nice with it every once in a while?"

"Yeah, you're right. I was just saying to Ann how we really need to use ours more often," I grinned as I jokingly rolled my eyes.

Gracie punched me playfully in the ribs and said, "You don't have to be sarcastic."

"No, I don't. But I did anyway," I smiled. "Now, are you going to tell me how all of this happened or not?"

Todd looked at his wife, his disarming smile catching me off guard. "You're the one that set it all up, dear. Why don't you tell him?" 

"Okay. Well, I guess Tina called Rose about some photos that she was developing for her, and that got them to talking. Tina was getting nervous because she was entrusted with the job of finding a photographer, but she wasn't having much luck. Sometime during that conversation, she said something about how she wished Rose lived closer, because she'd be a perfect solution. Of course, Rose laughed it off."

"Well we don't know if she actually laughed," Todd added, being somewhat sarcastic himself.

Smacking him on the shoulder, she grinned, "I'm telling the story. I'm allowed to add artistic license if I want."

"Anything you say, sweetheart," he grinned.

"So, I dropped by her shop a couple days later and she tells me in passing about her conversation with Tina. When I asked her if she was going to do it, she looked at me like I was nuts and said she didn't think Tina was serious. Plus, she said she had a business to run."

"That's not what you asked her, and you know it. You called me."

"Yes it is. I didn't call you until later. Rose said she couldn't go because she didn't have the money, and she really didn't think Tina was serious. THAT'S when I asked her if she was serious about growing her business." 

Todd laughed, "And that's when Gracie's mind started working overtime."

"Well, I'm supposed to be her business advisor, so yeah, I advised her on her business. I reminded her that she hired Gia, who's amazing. And the reason I recommended she hire her to begin with was so she wouldn't be tied down at the shop. Rose is an incredible photographer. Some of the photos she took after the earthquake were actually picked up by some of the West Coast newspapers, including several of people being reunited with their pets. Anyway, I'd told her that if she took more pictures, it would help her business grow, because people would see she knows what she's talking about. She said she'd love to do the wedding, but she couldn't afford it. I told her she couldn't afford not to. So I made a call to Todd."




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 94



Thanks once again to Annanova, not only for editing this latest chapter, but for giving me some much appreciated perspective on one of the story threads. I'm so grateful for your words of wisdom! 

© 2012, All rights reserved -- mimaster

~*~*~*~*~*~

It was like I'd gone back into time somehow. I wondered if I'd stumbled unwittingly into a time machine or fallen into some hidden portal that had transported me to my youth. There I was, sitting in a chair with a folding tray in front of me, eating a bowl of cereal. Next to me was my brother Gene, years older and none the wiser, doing the same thing as we watched Bugs Bunny and his friends cavort on the television just a few feet in front of us. 

It was like any one of a couple hundred Saturday mornings from my childhood, the two of us glued to the screen as we ate our breakfast, the characters of Warner Brothers occupying our minds as we woke up. I was eating my Rice Krispies, while Gene was busy munching on his second bowl of Cheerios. That my mother actually had both varieties in the pantry didn't surprise either of us. 

We were pretty much eating in silence, the television turned down low so we wouldn't wake up the rest of the house. And it was a full one. 

~*~*~*~*~*~

I walked into my parents' house after dropping off Ann, feeling like I'd arrived at the rehearsal dinner after party. There were half a dozen cars in the driveway and a couple more parked along the street. That included mine, unable to park in my normal spot. I walked up the sidewalk to the front door instead of going through the garage like I usually did, ringing the doorbell. Dad opened the door for me, a beer in his hand.

"Hey, were wondering when you'd get here," he grinned, patting me on the back.

"I had to drop off Ann. What's going on?"

"We're just visiting with some folks that came into town for the wedding. Actually, there are a lot staying here at the house tonight. We never got the chance to go over the sleeping arrangements."

"I don't care where I sleep, Dad. You know that." 

"I know, but we should have told you before now. There aren't enough hotel rooms in town and I didn't want everyone staying so far away for tomorrow, so we're going to be a bit crowded."

Walking into the family room, I was greeted by a standing ovation. Well, everyone was already standing, and several people clapped. Mostly it was hugs and kisses from people I hadn't seen yet. Gene and his wife Rebecca were at the rehearsal and the dinner, but my dad's brother Daniel and his wife Kaye weren't, having just driven in from Chicago. Neither were my mom's sister Dixie and her husband Lee, who had arrived on their trip from Cincinnati at almost the same time.

It was great to see them, and they were excited for me, although I couldn't help but feel some pangs of guilt. After all, they'd all showed up for my first wedding. I felt awkward that they came again for my second, but as Aunt Dixie told me, it was all about love and support. They all knew what I'd been through. They also knew what my parents had to endure. It wasn't hard to understand that they were there as much for them as they were for me and Ann.

But my respective aunts and uncles weren't the ones staying at the house. They'd made reservations for rooms at the local motel almost soon as they'd gotten the invitations. No, there were other guests staying at the house that weren't related, other than Gene and Rebecca. But they might as well have been.

Coming across the room to greet me were the sisters. Well, they were my mother's sorority sisters. Carrie made it to me first, her huge cleavage spilling out of her tight, low cut blouse. That was normal attire for her; I'd seen the big inner globes of her massive chest practically my entire life. Once she stopped hugging me, Paula latched on. She gave me a tight squeeze, her hand drifting down my back toward my ass, but stopping at my hip. She gave me a kiss on the cheek and I felt her tongue against my skin for the briefest of moments. Then she winked as she pulled back.

I thought back to the last time I'd seen Paula. I'd just finished eating her pussy and she walked out of the living room where I'd been sleeping...totally naked. I didn't fuck her and she hadn't done anything at all to me, other than trying to seduce me. Still, it wasn't something I was necessarily ashamed of. After all, Ann knew about it, and she was more than okay with it. 

Paula was a very sexual woman. Really, she always had been. I'd just never picked up on that as a kid. Carrie flaunted her big breasts, and Paula flirted, so it really wasn't a surprise that they had approached me the way they had. That's who they were.

Because of that, I brushed it off, taking the kiss on the cheek in stride, thanking Paula for the well wishes. Yet out of the corner of my eye I saw my mother approaching, the look on her face one that startled me. While she was smiling, I could see the fire in her eyes as she walked up between us, taking Paula by the arm. 

"Neil, I hope you don't mind, but Paula and Rob are going to be staying in your old room again tonight."

"Why would I mind?" I laughed. "It's not my room anymore. I don't live here, remember?"

"That's right. You don't live here, do you? That's because you're getting married tomorrow," she said, simultaneously giving Paula an icy stare.

"Betsy, I --" 

"Need to come with me. I have something to new I'd like to show you."

Before I could say anything, mom was escorting Paula to the back of the house, her fingernails gripping into her arm as she led her through the foyer and down the hall.

I tried to put that out of my mind when Carrie came back over with her husband Mack, the two of them making small talk with me. I couldn't help but steal glances toward the entrance to the foyer, wondering what was happening. I finally caught a glimpse of my mother back in the room taking to my father, but she disappeared again seconds later.

As time passed, it actually did sort of slip my mind. I had too many people talking to me, congratulating me again for what was yet to happen. Sure, it was only a day away, but it seemed odd. Perhaps that was because I didn't have Ann by my side. Frankly, all the attention was a little unnerving; I hadn't expected to come home to another celebration, even if it wasn't my home any more. I was really hoping to go to bed. But as I did the math, I knew where I'd be sleeping, and that meant I wouldn't be going to sleep any time soon.

Knowing that my relatives were staying at the motel, there would be nine people staying at the house, including four couples. With Rob and Paula taking my old room, and my parents in theirs, I could only assume that Connie and Mack would be staying in the spare bedroom they'd slept in the last time they were there. That meant Gene and Rebecca would be on the pull out couch in the living room. Being the odd man out, I knew I'd be relegated to the couch in the family room. The same room everyone was currently congregated in.

Well, almost everyone.

I bumped into my dad in the kitchen, fetching another beer for one of the guests. Checking to see if we were alone, I stopped him. "Dad, what's going on?"

"Uh...I'm getting your Uncle Lee another beer, why?"

"Not that. Where's Mom?"

"She's...she's back in our room," he replied, being very careful with his words.

"And Paula?"

"She's with your mom."

"They've been gone for forty-five minutes."

"And?" he smirked, taking a swig from his own beer as he leaned casually against the counter.

"And? What do you mean 'and'? What the hell's going on?"

"What do you want to know?"

"Mom got kind of mad at Paula. At least, she seemed to be. She said she wanted to show her something and they left. I haven't seen either of them since. Well, that's not true. I saw Mom talk to you for a minute and I saw you nod, but other than that...."

"Are you sure you want to know?" he asked, arching his eyebrow.

Thinking about the ramifications of his question, I wondered if I actually did. I knew it had something to do with what happened between me and Paula. Then I remembered my mother's cryptic promise about somehow evening the score between the two of them, saying Paula had crossed the line by pursuing me sexually.

Still, all she had done this time was hug me and plant a kiss on the cheek. Sure, the kiss was a little over the top, but I was certain no one had been able to notice that. 

Deciding my curiosity had been piqued enough, I replied, "Yes, I'd like to know."

"Know what?" my Mom asked happily, walking past me to kiss my father flush on the lips. "Sorry that took so long, honey. Thanks for letting me take care of it."

"Take care of what?" I wondered, more confused than ever.

"Neil wants answers, Bets. It's up to you to tell him. I'm taking Lee his beer." Patting me on the back, he chuckled, "Be careful what you ask, Neil. She just might tell you."

Once he left, she said, "So you want to know what I did with Paula, right?"

"Uh...maybe?" I said sheepishly, unnerved by her frankness.

"There's no maybe, sweetie. It's either yes or no; which is it?"

"Could you give me the Cliff Notes version?"

"Neil, I love Paula. She's a dear friend and I know her very well...in some ways I know her too well. I don't blame you for what happened between the two of you. I'm sure it was just innocent fun between consenting adults. But she crossed a line having sex with you."

"Mom, I --" 

She patted me on the face, the loving look in her eyes matching her smile. "I don't need to know the details to know something happened. Besides, she confessed, so there's nothing to worry about."

"I'm not worried. I just...what did you do with her? I still don't see her," I asked, looking out into the family room.

"She's in bed where I left her," she grinned. 

"Uh, I'm afraid to ask what that means."

"It doesn't matter, because I wouldn't tell you anyway. That's between me and Paula, although she did say that Ann's a very lucky girl." "Huh?" 

She rubbed her hand back and forth across my arm, the way she always did when she'd have a little chat with me. "Paula told me about what you did for her. It's nice to know that you know there's more than one way to please a woman. Apparently take after your father that way too, sweetie," she whispered, leaving me in the kitchen to pick up my jaw off the floor.

~*~*~*~*~*~ 

Lying on the couch, I wondered if I was going to fall asleep at all. There were so many things going through my mind all at once I felt bombarded. And none of them had anything to do with Ann, or the wedding.

Remembering the last time I'd been in my parent's house with that many people, most of them the same cast of characters, I kept waiting for the sounds of sex to start, wondering who would be first and how loud it would be. I was almost straining my ears to hear, and yet I didn't want to. I hoped not to. I wanted to go to sleep, but my mind kept telling me it was going to happen.

It almost did. Well, actually it did, just not to the degree I'd thought. I'd been on the couch for twenty minutes or so, staring at the clock as it passed midnight when I heard Gene and Rebecca. We were literally just a few feet apart, separated only by the wall between us. I didn't think they were fucking at first, because I never dreamed she would let her guard down in the house.

Rebecca was a very attractive woman, but not one I'd ever considered sexual. She seemed more stoic than that, more refined. Gene had tried to marry someone like our mother. Mom had always come across as a Southern Belle, having lived in the south for a while during our time in Virginia. Yet Rebecca was more the real deal, born and raised in South Carolina, where she and Gene still lived.

Her dark chestnut hair was long and flowing, cascading over her shoulders. She was a woman of curves, with larger than average breasts and very shapely legs. And her personality was very similar to Mom's, which I was sure helped attract Gene. What he likely didn't know was that our mother, while seeming the prim and proper type, was not only sexually active, she was a bit of a slut. I'd never known that until I'd gotten divorced and moved back home. As I heard Rebecca start to squeak from the pounding she was taking, I wondered if I'd misjudged her as well.

I never really got the chance to make an informed decision on that. I groaned, thinking their romp in the living room was going to start a chain reaction throughout the rest of the house. Instead, it was over in what seemed like minutes from when I first heard them. I checked the clock on the VCR again and shook my head when I did the math. 

"Six minutes?" I questioned, not believing it had been so short. "Jeez, Gene, I hope there was at least a lot of foreplay," I mused, but I knew there hadn't been.

At that point, I was hoping that perhaps it was just one of those quick, intense fucks, where the passion becomes so overwhelming that the action becomes like a comet burning across the sky. When I heard the muttering from the other side of the wall, I knew better. Rebecca was upset and Gene appeared to be apologizing. At least, that was the impression I had.

Their discussion quickly ended, and I could hear the heated silence coming through the air vents. My ears were ringing as I listened, not sure what I was listening for. Gene and Rebecca remained quiet, as did the rest of the house. While I expected someone else in the house to start up, it never happened. Finally rolling onto my side, I closed my eyes, worried I'd get no rest for the biggest day of my life.

~*~*~*~*~*~ 

I'd woken up with a start. Actually, it happened several times, my body snapping upright. At first I thought it was one of those sleep depraved moments where you're so tired you jerk yourself awake just as you're drifting off. Yet the second time it happened I was sure I heard something, only to come to the conclusion that I'd been dreaming. 

I suppose it could have been the sounds of sex coming from one of the back bedrooms; after all, that very fear was on my mind from the moment I laid down on the couch. But at that point I didn't really care; I was so exhausted I'd fall back to sleep as soon as my head went back to my pillow. Luckily, I eventually fell into such a deep slumber that I felt totally rested and relaxed hours later as I sat next to Gene eating my cereal.

Well, as relaxed as I could be under the scrutinizing stare coming from Rebecca, who was sitting on the couch I'd slept on. She wasn't really glaring at me. I was just in the way of her intended target; Gene was using me as some kind of shield to hide from her penetrating eyes.

I'd seen that look several times in the twelve years they'd been married. Rebecca was pissed, and Gene was laying low until the heat was off. Unfortunately, I'd inadvertently sat in the line of fire. Every once in a while I'd tear my attention away from the cartoon and glance over, flashing a smile that softened her mood for a moment. Yet that was temporary, her steely brown eyes narrowing again once whenever I'd return to the antics on the screen a few feet in front of me.

I had gotten up to take my bowl to the kitchen and as I was rinsing it out in the sink, I felt I was being watched. Turning my head, I found her standing to my right, her ass pressed up against the counter.

"Hey Sis," I smiled, calling her by the name I usually used whenever we were together.

"Hi. Big day, huh?"

"Yeah, pretty big," I nodded, wondering where the conversation was going. She just stood there, staring at the linoleum on the floor, her bare feet shifting back and forth like she couldn't get comfortable. "Are you okay?" I finally asked, bending down slightly to try and get her to make eye contact.

"That obvious?" She shifted her eyes to meet mine, her head still down.

"What's wrong?"

"I got to meet Ann last night. She's amazing, Neil. I feel like she's my sister already."

"That's what's wrong, you met Ann?"

"Ha...no. I guess I'm just a little jealous."

"Jealous? Of what?"

"You. And her. I don't know how it happened, but we started talking about...well, sex."

"HA! That's really not hard to believe with Ann, Rebecca. It would be stranger if she didn't bring it up."

Her big eyelashes started batting at me; the bashful expression on her face one I'd never seen on her before. "She...she told me what you did."

"She did? Oh, okay. Uh...what did I do?"

"She told me what you did...at the church," she smiled nervously, biting the corner of her lip. "Was she telling the truth?"

"Ann always tells the truth. What exactly did she tell you?"

"She said you...licked her."

Laughing again, I shrugged. "I'd like to think I did more than just that. But yeah, it happened."

"You're not upset that she told me, are you?"

"Why should I be? I'm sure she had a reason."

"Well, she said that she wanted to tell someone."

"Why do you think she really told you?"

She thought about it for a moment, finally saying, "I think she just wanted to confide in someone."

"She wanted to confide in you, Sis. I think that was her way of letting you know that she wants to trust you."

"Wow. That's a pretty big secret, don't you think?"

"Sure, but I know you'll keep it. She also probably wanted to feel you out."

"What do you mean by that?"

"I'm guessing she wanted to find out your feelings on the subject. She is who she is, but if she got the impression you were uncomfortable talking about sex, she'd shy away from talking about it around you."

Rebecca wrinkled her nose and said, "Why would she think I'm uncomfortable talking about it? Does she really think that?"

"How would I know? We didn't talk about your views on sexuality. I'm just saying she would want you to be comfortable around her. Obviously she must feel that you don't have a problem with it or she wouldn't have told you."

"Do you think I'm uncomfortable with sex?"

"Talking about it...or having it?" I laughed.

"You know what I mean."

"Not necessarily. But you do come across as prim and proper most of the time."

"I'm not a prude, Neil."

"I never said you were. Do you have a problem with what Ann and I did?"

"No. Hell no. That was one of the hottest things I've ever heard. I can't remember the last time I got that turned on," she grinned, looking at the floor again.

"Oooohhh," I nodded, suddenly getting the bigger picture.

She looked up, her eyes squinting as she wondered about my response. "Ooh, what?"

"Uh, nothing, Sis," I waved, hoping to deflect her inquiry.

"Please, Neil," she said as she touched my forearm.

"It's just that I...I heard you and Gene last night."

Her hand flew over her mouth, covering up her reaction. "You did?" 

"Well yeah, I slept on the couch. You were just on the other side of the wall. What did you expect?"

"Actually, I expected...more," she confessed.

"Yeah, I could kind of tell."

"Oh God, you heard us arguing too," she gasped, her hushed voice sounding despondent.

I put my arm around her shoulder and said, "Not really. I could just tell you were disappointed."

"Well yeah...another night without a happy ending. I love your brother, Neil, but I wish he were a little more like you, sometimes."

"What in the world makes you say that?" 

"I talked to Ann, remember," she smiled bashfully. "We ended up talking about more than just what you did at the church."

"I can only imagine."

"She's a remarkable woman. And whatever she said, please know that I won't tell anyone. I can keep a secret."

I arched my eyebrow, thinking of several times where Rebecca had innocently burned me by spilling something I'd told her in confidence. Thinking of the most recent, I said, "Yeah, like when I told you last October that I bought Gene the new graphite driver he wanted for Christmas, and then he called me the next day to thank me?"




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 94



"Well that's different."

"Not really," I laughed. 

She stared at me thoughtfully for the longest time, her smile broadening. She seemed to relax as she leaned against the counter, her hands going to the countertop behind her. I wasn't sure what she was thinking, but I noticed that her nipples were suddenly poking into the thin white pullover she was wearing. "It's different this time, Neil," she whispered.

"Why?"

"Because this is about your life...and Ann trusted me enough to tell me about it."

~*~*~*~*~*~

Rebecca and I shot the breeze for a while in the kitchen. I cooked her some eggs and made her some toast as we talked quietly, the two of us sharing a carafe of coffee as we moved to the little dinette area of the great room. Gene was still captivated by the cartoons on the television, looking like a little kid. He was also thrilled that I was occupying his wife, taking the heat off of him for the time being. Meanwhile, she and I were having a pleasant conversation about all kinds of things. Well, it was mostly about sex.

She talked about what Ann had shared, and I gave her a few details of things that she didn't know. I didn't go into our entire relationship, but she was getting an idea of the bigger picture of us as a couple. She shared some of the things she'd done with Gene. It wasn't quite the things Ann and I had done, but they weren't exactly innocent when it came to the bedroom. Or out of the bedroom for that matter.

Rebecca was telling me about a time when she and Gene had fucked in a rain shelter on a golf course near their home. She had gone with him one evening to ride along in the cart and they got caught in a downpour far away from the clubhouse. While they waited out the storm, she said she decided to make the best of it, and the next thing Gene knew, she was removing her wet clothes, telling him he better hurry up and join her before she changed her mind.

That was one of several sexual escapades she described, all seemingly in an effort to show that she was serious about not saying anything about what Ann had told her about us. I guessed that she felt if she told me some of her own secrets, she'd show that she was trustworthy enough to keep ours. I listened, her eyes wild with excitement as she shared with me. 

"That's the only one that was actually public, unless you count the time we did it in a dressing room in a store at the mall," she laughed.

"That counts. You had a chance of being caught. That's what makes it exciting, doesn't it?"

"Hmm, well in that case, there are a couple more that probably fall into that category. But we're not nearly as adventurous as you and Ann?"

"I'm guessing that few couples are, Sis. It's not a competition."

"You mean like last night," she laughed.

"Last night? I was alone."

"Not you silly. I'm talking about all the other things going on in the house last night. Didn't you hear all of that?"

"I guess not. What happened?"

She glanced over her shoulder to see if anyone was approaching, before turning back to me and whispering, "Maybe it's just because I'm so horny that I'm hearing sounds of sex in my brain, but I swear there was a lot of fucking going on last night."

"Really? All at once?" I asked, thinking about the night those same three couples in the back of the house seemed to be trying to outdo each other in their respective bedrooms. I'd started out listening for that very thing...on purpose. I wondered why I didn't hear anything at all. 

She shook her head. "No...actually, it was like three or four different times. They'd start, and then I'd hear them again later. Maybe I'm crazy, but I'm pretty sure I heard what I heard. That's one of the reasons I woke up so upset. First, I didn't get much sleep because I'm horny. Plus I'm pretty sure I'm the only one in this house that didn't have an orgasm last night."

I raised my hand, the sheepish grin on my face letting her know she wasn't alone. "I can't believe I didn't hear anything. I mean, something woke me up a couple of times, but I don't think it was sex."

Rebecca giggled and said, "Maybe you heard the spanking." 

"The what?"

"That's what got my attention the first time."

"You heard...spanking."

"Obviously you did too. That had to be what woke you up, because a couple of them were really loud. Then they'd, you know...fuck."

"Who was it?"

"I don't know, Neil. I didn't go down the hall to look. I just know it happened, and it happened more than once."

"It had to be Paula," I said under my breath, a knowing smile appearing on my face.

"You think it was Paula? Why, is she into that kind of thing?"

"You're right," I backtracked. "Who's to say? It could have been anyone, really." I watched Rebecca studying me, trying to figure out why I'd mentioned Paula. I tried to disarm her by saying, "If you're thinking about me and Ann, the answer's yes...once or twice. You?"

"Me...what? 

"Have you ever been spanked like that?"

"Once or twice," she grinned. "But not with Gene. It was a guy I dated before we met. I don't think Gene would do that."

"Is it something you liked?"

"Well, I'd say that it's something I've thought about as time has passed. I suppose knowing it's not going to happen kind of has me longing for it a little. So, I guess that's a yes." 

"You don't sound so sure."

"Neil, like most marriages, we're in a bit of a rut. Yes, that intrigues me. Almost anything different gets me excited."

"Have you ever talked to Gene about any of this?"

"Jeez, Neil, I wouldn't know where to start."

I laughed and said, "What are you talking about? This is the longest conversation you and I have ever had, Rebecca, and it's all been about sex. Surely you can talk to Gene about it too, right?"

"I've tried, but sometimes he's deaf when it comes to the subject. That's why we're in a rut. Don't get me wrong. He loves me, and he loves sex, but he doesn't have your imagination."

"That's more Ann than it is me."

"I don't think that's true. You listen to her. If she came to you and said she was bored and wanted to try something new... something she found exciting, I know you'd at least listen."

"So he doesn't listen?"

"Not always. Not lately." 

I wasn't sure if I believed her or not. In all the time I'd known her, I'd learned that she tended to exaggerate. She didn't lie, but the truth could be stretched from time to time, so I never knew just how to take her statements. But she was being serious this time, as I found out a few minutes later.

"What are you two talking about?" Gene asked. His voice was almost catatonic as he shuffled past us on the way to the kitchen with his bowl.

Rebecca winked at me and replied, "We're talking about sex. I was telling Neil how I want to be more adventurous, like him and Ann."

"That's nice," he said, making his way past us again. "I'm going to go take a shower before everyone gets up."

She raised her palms and shrugged her shoulders as if to say 'see what I mean.' Then her eyes flashed, along with the naughty grin that appeared. "Honey," she called out, "Do you mind if I show Neil what I'm talking about?"

Gene slowed down, looking over his shoulder, trying to process her question. But it was painfully clear he hadn't been paying attention to a word she'd said when he responded, "Uh, sure. Go ahead."

I chuckled, thinking it was funny. At least until he walked out of view down the hallway and Rebecca stood, coming over to take my hand. "Come on, Neil. You heard him."

"Come where? All I heard was that he really doesn't pay attention. Then again, he never did in the morning." Standing against my better judgment, she started pulling me around toward the small hallway that led to the dining room, with the living room where she slept being just around the corner from that. "Rebecca, what are you doing?" I asked, stopping in my tracks.

Continuing to pull on my arm, she grinned and said, "I want to have some fun, Neil. I told you...I want to be adventurous."

"With Gene, not with me."

"Don't worry. Gene said it was okay."

"Rebecca, you know damn well he has no clue what he just agreed to. Hell, I don't know what he agreed to, but I have a good idea."

"Relax. I said I was going to show you what we've been talking about. All you have to do is sit and watch," she winked. "Please?"

"I don't want to get Gene mad, Bec...today of all days. I don't need anything screwing up this day."

"I'm not going to screw up your day. I just want to start it off the way you deserve, and make it fun...for both of us. Now come with me, we don't have a lot of time."

For whatever reason, I found myself carrying my coffee mug, letting her lead me toward the living room. Well, I knew the reason. I was intrigued. What man wouldn't be? Still, I knew it wasn't something I should be doing, and I found myself stopping at the doorway between the dining and living rooms.

The sliding door that separated the living room from the foyer was pulled closed on the other side of the room, giving us some semblance of privacy. But I couldn't enter the room. Rebecca had sauntered over to the hide-a-bed, the covers strewn about from her restless night, at least on what I presumed was her side of the mattress. Turning to look at me, she was surprised I was still standing in the doorway.

Motioned for me to come into the room, she smiled, "Have a seat, Neil. It's going to be okay."

"I think I'd rather stand to be honest."

"Are...are you going to stay?" she asked nervously, the disappointment evident in her voice as her eyes begged me not to leave.

"For now...against my better judgment."

"What if you just walked in on me?"

"What?"

"It's no secret I'm frustrated about last night. You heard it through the wall. So I have to take care of myself while Gene's in the shower. All you did was hear something, and you came to check on me to see if I'm okay. It's not your fault I didn't close the door," she winked. 

"I guess you were just a naughty girl this morning," I replied as I leaned against the door jamb, sipping my coffee.

"And you caught me," she giggled as she sat onto the thin mattress and scooted back, carefully removing her loose pajama bottoms in front of me.

Her expression was one of pure excitement, her eyes smoldering as she took a deep breath to calm herself. Her legs were still bent high at the knees, her feet blocking any view I might have had with the way her thighs and calves were pressed together. She had her arms wrapped around her shins, wiggling her toes as she stared at me with an impish grin on her face.

"Promise, no comments about my body, Neil," she finally said, as if she was coming to grips with what she was about to do.

"Not even to tell you how beautiful you are?" 

She sucked in her breath, my words landing on her ears in a way that made her start to melt. Which made sense when she replied, "I am so wet right now. I don't think this is going to take long at all."

As she gradually parted her legs, I had a warm feeling come over me, and it wasn't from the bright sunshine that was coming through the white lace window coverings in the dining room behind me. Rebecca was sharing something with me, creating something we could hold as ours. Well, mostly ours. She knew going in that I'd tell Ann. That was part of the trust we'd talked about. 

Still, there she was, slowly opening her thighs for me, her hand moving to her crotch to cover herself. The wicked smile on her face showed what she was feeling inside, her adventurous side coming to the surface as her feet slid farther and farther apart along the sheets. When she stopped, she held her hand still, hiding her pussy from me as she studied my reaction.

She closed her eyes took a deep breath, once again gathering the courage she needed. When she opened them, she looked at me with wonder, and said, "I want to do this Neil. Please don't judge me, okay?"

"Too late, Bec. I already know you're sexy. I'm just waiting to see how beautiful you are. Why don't you go ahead and show me?" I winked.

It probably wasn't what I was supposed to say, given that she was married to my brother. But it was what she needed to hear. She started beaming, slowly moving her arm, dragging her fingers through the folds of her very wet pussy as she exposed it to me.  

She wasn't shaved, which actually surprised me. It had been a while since I'd seen a woman that didn't have her pussy bare. She didn't use a razor, but it wasn't like she didn't do any maintenance. In fact, she likely did it daily; the dark pubic hair was very closely cropped around her labia, as well as the neatly trimmed triangle of her mound. 

My gasp was audible, making Rebecca smile wider as she brought her fingers to her mouth, licking them quickly. Before I could say anything, she lifted her shirt over top of her full, C-cup breasts, causing me to gasp again. Her areolas were large, yet fit her body so wonderfully, particularly in the way they framed her hard nipples.

"Can I tell you how beautiful you are now, or should I wait until you're glowing after you cum?"

Blushing, she leaned back on her hands, letting me admire her womanly curves. "Please, tell me now."

"You're breathtaking, Rebecca. I can't believe I didn't let myself see that before."

"What?" she said as she wrinkled her nose.

"Well I've obviously always known you were attractive. But you're Gene's wife. I never really allowed myself to see how hot you are."

"Now you know," she cooed, her hands moving to her breasts.

She sucked and licked each nipple, playing with her tits for a moment or two before letting them fall back to their natural position. I'm sure if we'd had more time, she would have liked to have spent it pleasuring her breasts, but that wasn't why we were there. She needed to cum, and from the way she was looking at me, she needed to cum soon.

The fingers of her left hand trailed down her body, running through the soft patch of pubic hair on the way to her wet slit. Sliding her middle finger back and forth through the folds of her labia, she eventually slipped it deep inside her hole, gasping as she started to jam it in and out. The moan she let out when she added her index finger made me tingle. It was low, coming from deep inside her chest, and it was sexy as hell. 

Steadily increasing her pace as she went along, I remembered she was left handed. Seeing her wedding ring moving made me think of Ann, showing off her engagement ring for me when she'd play with herself. But Rebecca's movements were more graceful since she was using her dominant hand. Every once in a while, she'd pull her fingers out and start rubbing her clit, pressing hard as she wiggled her hand rapidly across it.

The entire time she masturbated for me, her eyes stared into mine, burning with desire. I could feel her, wanting me. I'm sure that was just the heat of the moment, but there was real heat. Her breasts were rising and falling rapidly, the areolas around her hard buds darkening as her chest became flushed with her growing excitement. When her nostrils began to flare, she closed her eyes and I knew she was getting closer.

She'd been propping up her torso with her right hand, but as her orgasm drew near, she fell onto her back. She raised her ass off the mattress, using her shoulders and feet to support her as she started rotating her hips into her hand, fucking her fingers as much as they were thrusting into her dripping cunt. Her soft moans became cries and whimpers, and I marveled at how much physical energy she was putting into it.

"My God, how amazing would she be in bed," I said to myself softly, taking another sip of my coffee.

"Pretty amazing," came a response from my left, just as quiet.

Shifting my eyes, I peered over the top of my mug to see my dad standing there watching Rebecca with me.

He gave me a quick glance, winking as he grinned before turning his optical attentions back to the bed. For whatever reason, it didn't bother me that he caught me, or that he was looking at his daughter in an entirely different way. Any other time in my life, I probably would have been mortified. But I was getting married in just a few hours to the most incredible woman on the planet. One that was more sexual than any woman I'd ever met, or would ever hope to meet. 

Ann had set things in motion in my life to where all things seemed to have a sexual color to them. She'd done the same with many of the people she'd come into contact with, my parents included. That said, it was still a little surreal that I was standing next to my father, the two of us watching Rebecca bring herself to the brink of an incredible orgasm. What was even more bizarre was that he had started a conversation while he drank a cup of hot tea, like the two of us were sitting on the front porch watching the sunrise in the distance.

"So, what brings you here?" he asked, his eyes riveted to Rebecca's fingers.

I shrugged and said, "I heard a noise and just wanted to check to see if she was okay."

Watching the way she was humping into her hand, he asked, "Is she?"

"She will be in a minute."

It was less than that, actually. She brought her other hand to her mound and started frigging her clit with it while she fucked her pussy with her fingers, adding a third to her quivering hole. Soon after, she started shaking violently, her body ravaged by the waves of pleasure ripping though her. She was biting her lip, her eyes clamped tightly shut as she fought to hold in her screams while letting her orgasm happen.

In the middle of her climax, her body gave out, her ass plopping to the mattress as her legs dangled over the sides at the knees, her thighs still spread wide. Yet she continued her two-handed assault on her pussy.

"How long have you been here?" he wondered.

"I don't know, maybe ten minutes. She's so beautiful."

"Yes she is. So is Ann," he replied, probably thinking he needed to make sure my focus was where it needed to be, considering what I was going to be doing later in the day.

"You're right," I chuckled, "but I wasn't comparing. I just appreciate how gorgeous Rebecca is now, that's all."

"Okay, I can accept that. I just wanted to make sure your head's on straight today," he said as Rebecca's hands stopped moving.

She pulled them away, her fingers dripping as she rested the heels of her hands on her thighs. We could clearly see her pussy; the labia still splayed open to show off her wet, pink hole. Her breasts were heaving as she tried desperately to catch her breath, almost as frantically as she'd worked to make herself cum moments before.

"I saw Rebecca talking to Ann last night. They seemed to really hit it off."

"Ann hits it off with pretty much everyone Dad."

"No, this was more. I could tell. And it didn't take long," he said, looking at Rebecca languishing on the mattress in a damp, breathless heap.

"What's that?" I replied calmly, taking another sip of my coffee as I watched her bring her hand to her mouth, sucking on the wet fingertips.

"For Ann to have her magical influence again," he grinned.

"Yeah, she does know how to bring out that side in people," I nodded. "Dad?"

"Yeah?"

"Please don't tell Gene," I said, my eyes letting him know about the line I'd crossed.

He gave me a pat on the back. "I hadn't planned on it, son. She'll tell him herself when she's ready to."

"What?"

"She's not the type of woman to keep that secret forever, Neil. Just like Ann wouldn't keep it from you, right?"

"Yeah, you're right."

"Maybe next time you'll walk away," he grinned.

"Okay, first of all, have you looked at her? What man could walk away from that? And second --"

"I invited him to watch, Darren," Rebecca called out quietly, her soft southern voice wafting across the room like the words had been honey-dipped.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 94



"You...did?"

Standing up, she walked across the carpet, her shirt still hung up above her magnificent breasts as they swayed with each step. My eyes locked onto her wet inner thighs glistening as she made her way to us.

"Yes, I did. Think of it as a wedding gift. And you're right. I'll tell Gene about it...when the time is right. But we both know that now isn't that time, don't we?" she grinned, her hand reaching out to stroke his cheek, leaving a wet mark from her fingers.

"Right," he nodded.

"I hope you got to see a little of the show too. I'm not sure I'm up to doing an encore performance right now," she giggled. Rebecca then gave me a kiss on the cheek, her fingers trailing on my arm until she reached the handle of the sliding door inside the wall next to my elbow. "I really enjoyed talking to you this morning, Neil."

"Me too."

"I also enjoyed you watching me," she grinned.

"Me too."

"Well, if you don't mind, I have to start getting ready," she said as she started pulling the door closed. "Two people I love very much are getting married today, and I want to look my best."

The door shut, leaving us standing there with big, stupid grins on our faces.

"It's going to be hard to improve on how she looked just now," I sighed.

"You've got that right," he agreed, putting his arm around my shoulder as we walked together toward the kitchen. "And I meant what I said about Ann last night, Neil. She's the best thing that's ever happened to you...and this family. She brings out the fun side of everyone she meets."

"If you mean sex, then yeah, she does do that," I chuckled.

Another fatherly pat on the back came my way, along with his sage advice. "You know, I've made a few mistakes in my life raising you and your brother. Did some things I shouldn't have. Didn't do some things I should. I never talked to either of you about sex, really. I wasn't prepared when Gene came of age. And you always seemed to have such a good handle on that part of your life that it didn't seem necessary."

"What are you getting at Dad?" 

"I'm thinking that just because I've never done it before shouldn't mean it's too late to start."

"Ha. You want to tell me about the birds and the bees?"

"No. But seeing as this is your wedding day, I wouldn't be doing my job as a dad if I didn't pass along what I've discovered over the years so you can take advantage of it tonight. Son, the most important thing to remember that sex is not only an important part of a marriage...it's FUN."

Laughing, I shook my head. "I don't think I'm going to have that problem, Dad."

"I don't think you will either," he smiled. "But now you know. And I'm guessing from what just happened back in the living room, I should probably go ahead and have that little talk with Gene too."

I looked at him, putting two and two together quickly in my head. First his comment about which son he'd have to tell, quickly followed by his mentioning what happened between me and Rebecca.

Taking a chance, I nodded and said, "Yeah, but you didn't hear that from me."

"How bad is it?" he asked as he pulled me into the kitchen, the concerned parent in his voice sounding all too familiar. Here he was, finally ready to see me finish the long climb out of the abyss that I'd fallen into after my failed marriage. Now he was wondering if there was another one on the horizon with his other son.

"It's not horrible. Yet," I replied, trying to be honest in my assessment. "She's frustrated, but she still loves him."

"I saw that coming. It's my fault," he admitted, something I didn't expect at all.

"What do you mean it's your fault?"

"I meant what I said, Neil. I never had to worry about having 'The Talk' with you. You're just like I was when I was younger... very aware of the opposite sex, and very confident around them. But Gene's not like you. He's a lot shyer, and a little clumsier around women. Unfortunately, like I said, I never had that talk with him either."

"Well he must have figured it out somewhere along the way. We just got an eyeful of his wife, and that's one attractive woman."

"He's a Thomas, Neil. We've all been very blessed, if you know what I mean," he grinned, kind of motioning to his crotch. 

"So, there you go. He'll be fine."

"Son, obviously you don't have this problem. Ann's a testament to that. But just because a man has the right fishing pole doesn't mean he knows how to catch fish. And if that pole is lucky enough to land him one, that doesn't necessarily mean she won't jump off the hook at some point."

"Dad, I don't think Rebecca's looking to jump, or whatever it is you're talking about."

"Maybe not now, but you never know. Just based on Ann, you certainly seem to know what you're doing. But it even happened to you with your ex."

"Yeah, but that was my fault. I had plenty of people telling me to throw her back once I caught her. I was just too busy trying to mount her to listen to them," I laughed.

"See, you do get it," he said of his ridiculous analogy, laughing with me.

"So what are you going to do?" 

"They're here for a couple more days after the wedding. So after the rest of our guests leave, I think I'll have Bets talk to Rebecca. And I'm finally going to have the talk with Gene I should have had twenty years ago."

"You're actually going to talk to him about how to have sex?" I asked in disbelief.

"Not so much how to do it. More like some pointers on how to make Rebecca happier. I'll have your mom talk to her and that will give me an idea of how to talk to Gene." 

"Isn't that going to be a little awkward? He's thirty-six years old." 

"That's the thing about loving your kids, Neil. You'd think it would be, but it won't because I love him."

"I know you love him, Dad. It just seems a little odd to talk to a grown man about sex."

"Not really. We're talking about sex right now, and you don't seem to be all that shook up about it."

"Well you're not telling me I'm doing it wrong."

"I'm not going to tell him that either. I'm going to suggest ways for him to do it better."

"I guess that makes more sense," I shrugged.

Dad wrapped his arms around me in a big bear hug, sighing as he pulled me into him. "Of course it makes sense. We wouldn't be talking about any of this if it wasn't for...." Emotion coming over him, the words caught in his throat. Pulling back, he looked at me with misty eyes. "I'm just so happy that Ann is joining our family today. Ever since she's come into our lives she's made this a happier home."

"Because there's more sex?" I joked.

His hearty laugh bellowed throughout the kitchen and the rest of the house. "It's because there's more love, Neil. But I have to admit, getting laid more often is a really nice bonus. And speaking of that, I need to go spend some time with your mother. After watching what Rebecca did, I'm not going to make it through the day." 

~*~*~*~*~*~ 

I was becoming impatient as I lay with my knees up on the couch, the blankets over me once again as I attempted to hide my bulging cock. That wasn't lost on Rebecca, who was sitting next to me at the other end of the couch, teasing me...and herself. We were under the covers on the couch in the living room, and she was still in a very horny, playful mood.

There wasn't a lot I could do about it. Not with Mack sitting across from us reading the morning paper, or with his wife Carrie at the table around the corner, eating her breakfast. Actually, neither of them mattered to me at the time. What had me concerned was Gene, who was sitting in front of the television once again. And that had Rebecca humming happily as her fingers moved along what I could tell was a very wet pussy. I couldn't see what she was doing, at least not with the covers in the way, but I knew. I could even smell the faint aroma of her arousal. 

She was taking great delight in the fact that I was sporting a huge erection in my loose shorts. I'd practically been that way since she'd put on her show, although I'd been able to hide it in various ways. To my shock, she was working to keep me that way, knowing what she was doing to herself was having a profound effect on me. With the rest of the guests in the house gradually waking up and getting ready, I had nowhere to hide, other than underneath that blanket.

When she'd first joined me on the couch, I'd actually been sitting, and it had just been the two of us. Before long, Mack came in to get some coffee. Since he was already pretty much dressed for the wedding, he grabbed the paper and plopped down in the big chair across the room, which was when Rebecca got a smirk on her face. She grabbed the blankets that had been pushed onto the floor and pulled them over us. 

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"I'm still feeling horny," she whispered. "I just wanted to check to see if you were too."

Her hand found my crotch and I jerked in reaction, my body turning as if I were trying to escape. In doing that, I fell onto my back, my head hitting my pillow like I was lying down to sleep again. Rebecca snickered as she ran her hand over my cock, feeling it grow rapidly. 

She winked and gripped my shaft, feeling the girth. "Yeah, you're definitely a Thomas."

"Thanks," I replied in a bit of a panic, trying to keep my voice quiet. "You mind letting go now?"

"Actually, I do," she grinned, taking her hand away nonetheless, patting me on my shin. 

But the damage was done. I was so hard there was no way I was getting off the couch without being questioned as to why I had a raging hard-on with my sister sitting next to me, the two of us sharing the covers. When Carrie came out a short time later all dolled up in a low-cut blue dress, the two of them started talking and Rebecca's hand left my leg, moving toward her own. 

I felt a sense of relief, thinking things were settling down. I adjusted myself on the couch, lowering my left leg to look past the two of them toward the television. In doing so, I put myself in a very vulnerable position; one that wasn't lost on Rebecca. She moved in response, tugging gently at the blanket as she continued her conversation, taking up the slack in the covering. The huge tent my cock was making looked bigger than it probably was, but all I could do was hope that nobody else noticed it.

When Carrie walked into the kitchen, I shot Rebecca a stern look, my eyes narrowing as if I were mad. But I couldn't be. Not with the impish grin she was flashing in my direction. 

"I can't help it Neil. I'm just having a little fun. You don't mind, do you?"

I'd be lying if I said I did. The fire in her eyes made my cock flinch, the movement of the blanket making her giggle. 

"I'll take that as a no," she said, biting the corner of her bottom lip. 

Scanning the room quickly, she tweaked one of her nipples, making it harder than it already was. When she did the second one, she let out a sigh, her body shivering with excitement. That's I noticed what her other hand was doing. She spread her thighs, lifting her left leg over mine, the back of her knee resting on my left shin. Then she closed her eyes, the expression on her face telling me she'd dipped a finger or two deep inside her pussy. 

She wasn't trying to cum. She was just trying to get close, wanting to keep herself on edge. It was all about the thrill, the way she was toying with herself while others were nearby, all the while acting nonchalant about it as she either made conversation or stared at the television, pretending that everything was entirely normal. 

But neither of those diversions was as important as what she was doing with her hand, and what that was doing for her self esteem. She'd confessed that she wanted to become more adventurous sexually. And I knew her ultimate goal was to have Gene join her in something erotically daring. Yet she wasn't willing to wait on him, as evidenced in how she practically dragged me into the living room so she could put on her erotic performance. 

Still feeling the high from that experience, she didn't want to stop. Playing with herself was her way of continuing to feed that sexually adventurous side she'd just rediscovered. When she asked me if I minded, I thought about how what she was doing must feel to her. Even though I knew I probably shouldn't have encouraged her, even if it was by my throbbing cock, I didn't have the heart tell her to stop. Besides I was enjoying seeing that side of her come out. 

At least until Gene came into the room, wearing a t-shirt and gym shorts. Plopping down in front of the television once again, he said, "The hall bathroom is free."

I wasn't going anywhere. Not with my cock straining the way it was. And neither was Rebecca. I could see in her eyes she was having way too much fun. In fact, her husband's arrival only made her more daring. That's when she lifted her shirt quickly, exposing her left breast for a moment before letting the material drop back in place.

Neither Rebecca nor I would have had a chance to make it to the bathroom then anyway. We could hear the door closing shortly after Gene said it was empty, and soon after that the shower was running. It would be a while longer before either of us could get ready, and she delighted in toying with her pussy under the blanket, her eyes locking onto mine every once in a while, the naughty expression keeping me aroused. 

It didn't surprise me that no one saw what she was doing below the blanket. Her movements were very subtle. I was surprised that no one heard her moan a couple of times, particularly when she pinched her nipple hard enough to make me wince. 

"You're enjoying yourself, aren't you?" I whispered.

She nodded and sighed, "You have no idea. Are you?" she asked. 

It seemed like an odd question under the circumstances, and I was torn about the answer. But I nodded and said, "Yeah, actually I am."

That was hard to believe considering Gene was less than twenty feet from us. It wasn't what it was doing for me that mattered. It was what it was doing for her that made me feel good. It was making her soar. 

I thought about how she had looked when she'd first told me about her sexual frustrations just an hour or so before, compared to the naughty glint in her eye as she brought herself close to a climax before backing off. That look made me okay with what she was doing, mainly because I knew it wasn't going to lead to anything. 

Almost as soon as the shower turned off in the hallway, we heard the water running on the other side of the wall in my parent's bathroom.

"I wish Mom and Dad would have thought this part through a little better," I groaned, staring at the ceiling.

"Thought what out?" she asked.

"Having nine people in the house and just two showers...not to mention a water heater doesn't recover that fast."

"I'm sure it will be alright," she smiled.

"Yeah, you're probably right. It's just the most important day of my life. Why would anything go wrong?" I said sarcastically.

The look on her face was one of disappointment. Shaking her head, she pulled her hand out from underneath, stopping what she'd been doing. As she licked her damp fingers, she sighed. 

"Yes, Neil, you're getting married today, and we're all thrilled for you. But can I give you some advice that my father gave me on my wedding day?

"Sure," I answered sheepishly.

"I was freaking out...you know, typical bride stuff. Didn't like my hair, didn't like the way my dress fit that day. I didn't like the way the sun was coming through the stained glass windows of the church at that hour. And I was bitching about everything. When Daddy came in to check on me, I unloaded and said pretty much the same thing. I wanted everything right, because it was the most important day of my life. And do you know what he said to me?"

"No. What?"

"He said, 'If today's the most important day of your life, what do you have to look forward to tomorrow?'"

My breath caught in my throat and I felt my face become flushed, the truth of her words rightfully condemning my outlook. If ever there was a man that could and should appreciate what tomorrow might bring, it was me. Ann made every day special. It was like it was some kind of mission of hers to make each day better than the last, and I was going to get to share all of them with her.

I caught Rebecca nodding as I reflected on her father's powerful words of wisdom. "I'd forgotten he said that, Neil. It wasn't until we were flying out for the wedding that I remembered. That's why...well, that's just why," she smiled softly.

I knew exactly what she meant. It was the reason she seemed to need to rediscover her sexually adventurous side. Her dad's advice was fresh on her mind when she met Ann. Suddenly, she felt the urge to seize the day, and from the way she'd been acting since our chat at the breakfast table, it was pretty obvious that she had no intentions of stopping. 

She confirmed that a short time later when Rob came around the corner, letting us know once again that the hall bathroom was available. With the other shower stopped as well, Rebecca stood up, raising her arms over her head as she stretched.

"Honey, you don't mind if Neil and I take a quick shower together, do you? We're going to run out of hot water soon."

Gene had become engrossed in the cartoons again. While he heard his wife talking to him, it was obvious he wasn't listening when he said, "Uh...sure, go ahead."

Mack and Rob were listening though. Rob stopped dead in his tracks, turning around to look at us. Mack lowered his paper, peering over the top to make sure he heard her right.

Grinning, she held out her hand and said, "You heard him, Neil. Come on, let's go."

"Are you serious?" I replied, looking over to Gene, who was still oblivious to what he'd just agreed to. "Rebecca, I think --"

"What are we talking about?" Gene smiled, officially joining the conversation once a commercial came on. 

"Neil and I are going to go take a shower," she said casually.

"Oh, okay," he nodded, his face contorting as he finally processed what she'd said. "Wait, what do you mean? Together?"

"Uh-huh. I just asked you and you said it was fine. We're worried that we might run out of hot water."

"I said what?" he laughed. 

"You said it was fine," Mack chuckled. "Actually, you said 'sure, go ahead', but it pretty much means the same thing." 

"Well obviously I wasn't listening. You should have made sure I was paying attention."

She shook her head and said, "No, I'm done doing that. Come on, Neil."

I don't know why, but I actually pretended like I was going to get up, which delighted her to no end. Gene on the other hand, was not as happy. In fact, he wasn't happy at all.

"Now wait just a damn minute, Rebecca. If you think I'm just going to just sit here while you let Neil see you naked, you've got another thing coming."

"That's your problem? Neil seeing me naked? Jeez, Gene, have you seen Ann? She's gorgeous. I'd be flattered if he even bothered to take the time to notice me, let alone see me naked."

"That's not the point," he argued, quickly adding, "And you're gorgeous too."

She ignored his comment about her looks, honing in on the crux of her frustration. "It most certainly IS the point. I would think that as horny as I am right now, you'd be more concerned about me doing something a little more than just letting him see my body."

"Why are you talking like this, Rebecca? This is so unlike you."

"Why's that? I'm not allowed to say that I'm horny? I'm horny Gene. I would have asked you to take a shower with me, but you already took one. Not that it would have mattered."

"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked, surprisingly calm. Actually, they were both calm. It wasn't like they were yelling at each other. With the exception of the subject matter, it seemed more like a discussion than an argument. 




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 95



A huge thank you to Annanova for editing this chapter, and for her unwavering support. Another incredible job! You made this so much better.

© 2012, All rights reserved -- mimaster

~*~*~*~*~*~

"How are you holding up?" Dad asked as we waited in a small classroom in the church basement.

"I'm okay...just tired of waiting," I sighed. And I was. It seemed like that was all I'd been doing for as long as I could remember. 

The morning, while eventful, seemed to drag on. Just to get to the time when Gene and I left for the church seemed to take forever, but a lot of that had to do with the incessant line to get into a shower. At least then I had Rebecca to keep me entertained in her own imaginative way. Sure, there was also the sideshow that was Paula, but I shoved that out of my mind almost as soon as it happened. I had other things to think about, like getting married.

Yet once we got to the church, there was more waiting. I had to kill time until the rest of the guys in the wedding party arrived. Then we all waited until it was time to finally get dressed. That was followed by waiting to take pictures with the groomsmen before the wedding. Although that was actually a blast, since Rose was so incredible and the guys were cracking jokes to keep me loose. 

After that there were more pictures, both with my parents and then Ann's, followed by a final pep talk with Pastor Kane to let me know how things were going as the guests began to arrive. It seemed like one big stall tactic, all designed to keep me from getting to the part of the day I most anticipated. And it was wearing on me.

The rest of the guys had long since left, doubling as ushers to show people to their seats. Now it was just me and my Dad, who had sat down next to me. Putting his hand on my thigh like he had since I was a youngster, he gave it a loving squeeze.

"She's worth it, Neil," he grinned.

"Pardon?"

I could tell he was thinking about all that I'd been through. All of the pain and anguish that I'd suffered because of my ex. He'd seen it close up. He and my mother had been a huge part of getting me back to my feet and helping me start my life over, as it were. But he wasn't going to bring that up now. Not on this day. It was a part of my past, but it no longer defined me. It simply forged my strength and resolve, making me a better person.

Instead, he was looking forward, just like I was. "If ever there was a woman that's been worth the wait, it's Ann," he smiled.

"Thanks, Dad," I nodded. "It has been a long road to get here, hasn't it?"

"Don't think about that, Neil. Think about the long, amazing road you've started on with Ann." He paused for a moment, collecting his thoughts, all the while slowly nodding his head with a gracious smile on his face. "You know, your mom and I have been married a long time, yet somehow she still makes me feel like a newlywed. When I look at you and Ann, I see me and Betsy. The sparkle I see in Ann's eyes whenever she looks at you is exactly what I get to look at every morning in Betsy's eyes. I can't explain it. I never could...but it's there, and I see it in Ann." 

"It means she's horny, Dad," I joked.

"HA...Yes, that's probably true, but it means more than that. There's love, and trust, and excitement. When you see her staring at you like that, how does it make you feel?"

"It makes me feel alive," I grinned.

"Exactly! I'm as happy today as I was the day I got married, Neil. And it started when she gave me that look, walking down the aisle on her father's arm."

The two of us chatted for a while, him reminiscing about all the things that happened during their wedding when I was reminded of Pastor Kane's comment about how something always goes wrong and not to fret over it. In Dad's case, he and his best man missed the train coming in from Texas where they were stationed in the army, and they arrived just two hours before the wedding. 

"Why'd you miss the train?"

"Bachelor party," he laughed. "Good thing it was a long trip to Indiana so I could sleep off the hangover."

"Was Mom worried you weren't going to make it?"

"No. We called at every major stop so they'd know where we were. Her mother was pretty frantic though."

"Anything else go wrong?"

"You mean with the wedding itself?"

"Yeah. That all happened before the wedding."

"I'd have to think the groom showing up at the last minute counts. Other than that, everything was fine. Don't worry about yours. Just remember that if there are any surprises that happen today, it doesn't change the fact that at the end of the day you're still going to be married to Ann."

It was a pleasant thought, really. With Pastor Kane telling us there was no such thing as the perfect wedding, it was better to think of them as surprises instead of things just going wrong. At that point, I was sort of looking forward to finding out what the surprises were going to be. Anything was better than waiting.

That's when Matt knocked on the door and stuck his head inside. "It's time, Neil," he grinned. 

I felt the lump in my throat at the same time the butterflies appeared in my stomach. My mouth suddenly dry, I checked my watch in disbelief, I felt my eyes widen. 

"It's time...already?"

~*~*~*~*~*~

When Matt walked away from my side and down the front steps of the altar, it stunned me. He was supposed to be my wingman. After all, he was my best man, and that meant he was supposed to be standing off of my left shoulder, so that made him the ultimate wingman in my book. Yet there he was, joining his sister Marie, who'd left her spot among the line of bridesmaids.

"Why did we even bother to have a rehearsal?" I wondered as we went off script once again.

Not that it upset me. I figured it was yet another surprise, like how Mindy and Allison helped start off the wedding by walking down one of the two main aisles as flower girls in little red satin dresses that matched those of the bridesmaids perfectly. Actually, Mindy was a flower girl. Allison was also carrying Ann's wedding ring tied to a little pillow. Down the other aisle came Penny and Garrett's daughters, just like we'd rehearsed the night before. They were roughly the same age as Dana's girls, with the older one carrying my ring, the younger one gripping her flowers.

I had wondered when I took my place why Dana was standing at the back of the church. She was giving her girls directions on the fly and they pulled it off perfectly. Well, Allison did, since she was older. Mindy didn't stop at the bottom like her sister and the other girls had. She proceeded up the steps, walking to me with a big smile on her face. I knelt down as the guests in the pews let out an affectionate 'Awwww" at how cute she was.

"Hi Mindy," I whispered.

"Hi. I'm a flower girl," she informed me.

"I can see that. You're doing fantastic."

"Thanks. Uncle Neil?"

"Yes?"

"Is it time for me to cry happy tears yet?" she asked, thinking of the little talk we'd had at the rehearsal dinner.

I almost started misting up just from her question. Taking her into my arms, I gave her a big hug, and said, "Not yet. Your mom will let you know when it's time, okay?"

"Oh...okay."

"Now go stand next to Allison," I said, letting her go. She quickly took her place, waving back to her mom, who was already in tears, her hands clutching at her heart as she smiled at her daughter.

When Gene escorted our mom to her place, followed by my dad, I thought we were back on track. Ann's brother Alan brought Jean to the front, and things seemed to be going just like the rehearsal. That is until Matt left my side and met up with his sister, walking to my left in front of the stage. 

Maria sat down behind a piano, which surprised me because I never knew she could play. When Matt stepped up to the microphone next to it, I was starting to panic. But I caught Tina's eye and she just gave me a little wink and a smile. At that point, all I could do was watch and listen.

Matt stood tall, and spoke with a confident smile. "While he's never told me this, I've heard this song enough in his car to know that this is Neil and Ann's song. And if it's not, well...it should be."

Marie started playing, the distinctive beginning of Right Here Waiting by Richard Marx resonating throughout the church. It was remarkable how well she nailed the melody. Perhaps it wasn't that difficult a piece to play. I had no idea, since I had no discernible musical talent other than using a stereo and singing along. All I knew was that to me, she was playing it perfectly.

As surprising as that was, I was floored when Matt began to sing. His voice was slightly deeper than the recording, but that didn't matter, especially when Maria joined him, singing high harmony on the chorus. 

For a moment, I couldn't help but stand there with my jaw open, my heart soaring as they sang. It was such a wonderful gift. Not just the talent they'd kept hidden from me, but also that they were sharing it at our wedding. I wondered if Ann could hear them from wherever she was waiting in the wings. Then again I wondered how she couldn't, what with the sanctuary feeling like a concert hall.

The interesting thing about weddings is that they're all very similar, and yet they're so different. The ideas are always the same along with the ultimate purpose. People gather to see a friend or family member make a commitment to someone that they love, promising to devote their life to making their new spouse happy. It's a tradition that literally dates back centuries.

But the weddings themselves take on different tones. I'd been to one where the service was so rigid, I left thinking that I'd just been indoctrinated into some faith I didn't fully understand. I'd been to one so relaxed I sat in a folding chair on a pristine lawn with a glass of wine in my hand. Yet most fall in between, where the guests sit and wonder just what kind of ceremony it's going to be.

It had to be pretty obvious to anyone that was looking at me that I'd been surprised by Matt and Maria walking away, and flat out stunned when they started singing. It had to be clear that we were going off script. Yet as I enjoyed the rendition of our unofficial song, I realized that's who I was; who Ann and I were together, making things up as we went along. Why should our wedding be any different? The only question left to be answered was how the day would be received by those attending. 

When Matt and Maria finished, there was a noticeable pause where the guests must have wondered what kind of wedding they were attending. Being in a church, the obvious reaction was to be reserved, thinking it was going to be a formal occasion. Maybe it originally was supposed to be. Ann and I had never really talked about the tone of the wedding, other than we wanted it to be about who we were as a couple. 

But that was the gist of it. We were anything but formal. We were more along the line of being spontaneous. As that pause started to turn into appreciative silence, I reacted the only way I could, the way my heart led me to. I started clapping, and the rest of those in the room filled that silence by joining me. There were even a few whistles as Matt and Maria smiled on their way back to their places, but not before I hugged each of them.

"That was awesome," I said out loud to Matt as we embraced through the applause. "And you," I said to a blushing Maria as I moved to hug her. "I didn't even know you played piano. That was perfect!"

"Well, we've been practicing that for months," she admitted.

"Thank you...thank you both so much."

~*~*~*~*~*~ 

The organ started playing 'The Bridal Chorus' as I stood stoically, Matt back at my side. The organist had been playing sort of a prelude leading into it, but I noticed once the actual song started, that she hadn't kicked into another gear like she had during the rehearsal. The sound was in the same octave range, instead of being one higher like we'd practiced.

Still, the veterans among the guests, those who had been to numerous weddings before, knew the musical piece when they heard it. With them now thinking they were attending a more relaxed ceremony, and rightly so, they stood as one ready to greet the bride. I was ready to greet her too, but she'd yet to appear from the doorway where I knew she was waiting. And I knew why; Marlin didn't hear the musical cue he'd been expecting.

With the music playing and the guests standing, I found myself waiting just a little longer for Ann. I smiled, knowing that this was really our moment. It was our little problem with the wedding, the one to which Pastor Kane alluded when he said there was no such thing as a perfect wedding. Indeed, there would always be something that didn't go quite according to plan. I saw his wry smile as he waited with me, the look in his eyes saying 'I told you so.'

I smiled back. Sure, it could have been upsetting to some, but Ann and I had been through so much getting to this point in our lives that an octave change seemed so insignificant. We hadn't anticipated the addition of two more flower girls the night before, and we certainly didn't know about Matt and Maria's performance for us. This was just a delay, and not that long of one. We'd been waiting for each other so long, what was another few seconds?

I saw movement out of the corner of my eye to the back of the church, and from the way heads were turning, I knew that Marlin was leading Ann toward the aisle to my right. With the odd design of the church, and the people standing, I didn't see her at first. When the top of her head appeared as they were halfway down the aisle, I grinned wider.

She wasn't wearing a veil, at least not in the traditional sense. She still had the long white netting, but it was flowing down over her shoulders and back, hanging from a stylish hat. Her face was beaming, framed by her long curly brown hair and she looked at home floating down the aisle, clinging to her father's arm.

When they turned the corner, I'm not so sure my heart didn't stop for a moment from the beauty of Ann in her gown. It was rather risqué, what with her having it designed and created at a lingerie store, and it was more revealing than any wedding dress I'd ever seen in my life. There was no doubt that it fit her personality perfectly.

The gown had full length sleeves, which surprised me a little bit. I'd assumed she'd go with a sleeveless design. Then again, she might as well have, since they were mostly lace. Actually so was most of the dress above the waist. The front dipped down between her breasts and Camilla had woven a floral pattern into the material, strategically covering up all the necessary places while exposing a great deal of skin.

Ann's areolas and nipples were covered, but she was showing off the sides of her breasts, particularly an incredible amount of cleavage. She was obviously braless, but there had to be some kind of built-in support. That or it was just so tight that it naturally pushed her tits together. Either way, I'm not so sure I didn't lick my lips as I stared at her chest.

The bottom half of the dress had a great deal of lace as well, but there was also white satin underneath, creating more of a traditional look. A long satin train trailed behind as she turned to walk toward me; a beautiful bouquet in left hand as she held onto her father's arm with her right. It was the most incredible dress I'd ever seen. Yet something told me there was more to it than met the eye. 

I can't explain the thrill that went through me when Marlin gave his daughter to me. The loving look in his misty eyes said it all, as he first kissed Ann on the cheek and then gracefully offered me her hand. He was proud of her, and he genuinely seemed to have the same feelings for me. In fact, it was hard not to feel the love in the entire room, the hundreds of people gathered showing affection in their eyes and their smiles.

Yet as Marlin sat down in the first row next to his wife, the only eyes I saw were Ann's beautiful brown ones as we faced each other, holding hands. The only smile I noticed was hers, illuminating the sanctuary. It was like an angel had descended from the heavens and was there before me. Getting lost in her radiance, it felt like it was just the two of us standing there. 

At least, until Pastor Kane began the ceremony in his deep, booming voice.

"Dearly beloved, we gather here on this beautiful December afternoon to share with Neil and Ann as they begin their journey together as one."

~*~*~*~*~*~

Ann and I remained kneeling after lighting the unity candle, listening to an arrangement on the piano with our backs to the guests. To some, the timing of when we'd lit the candle must have seemed odd, but Ann wanted to show everyone that we were already of one mind as a couple before we exchanged rings. To her it was symbolic, and I didn't question the logic of it. Somehow it seemed right, even if we were bucking tradition.

So we were holding hands, having already said our vows. She'd done an incredible job of remaining focused, whereas the night before she'd cracked up every time Pastor Kane suggested that she obey me. Actually, she busted out laughing just hearing her given name, thinking about how whenever I called her Anna that meant she was naughty. It took me bringing her to an orgasm to calm her down so we could get through the rehearsal. So it was with great relief that she made it through the actual vows flawlessly.

"You did great," I whispered under the melody, tenderly squeezing her hand.

She let out a quiet giggle as she looked at me. "I had a little help from Tina," she whispered back.

I'm not sure if the snort or the cough happened first. They were almost simultaneous as I reacted to her little admission. I could only imagine what Tina had done to calm her nerves before the wedding, but I had to believe it wasn't much different from my eating her in the coat room when we took a little break during the rehearsal so she could 'compose' herself.

Now I was the one that needed to compose. I got myself together rather quickly, but that didn't stop me from smiling from ear to ear.

"Just how did she help you?" I finally asked.

"The same way you did," she winked. "Don't worry though. Rose took pictures for you."

I felt my cock beginning to grow and started to get a little nervous that I'd be showing a huge bulge by the time I had to stand up again. I worried if I'd even be able to stand the way my shaft was wedged down the pants of my stylish black tux. Fortunately, I was able to get up once the song ended, and when we moved back to the front of the stage area with Pastor Kane I was facing her again.

Soon after, we were taking our cues and placing rings on each others' fingers. Rings that she'd bought in California from her friend Dave at a jewelry store in the mall where she worked at the time. It was the first time I'd seen either of them. She'd meant to show me them before, but it never happened. We'd always been too busy, or apart. It was a little odd, I suppose, but at the same time it was part of our history together. 

I'd gotten past the fact that my lack of awareness had forced Ann had to buy her own engagement ring. And it didn't bother me that she'd purchased our wedding rings at the same time. While it had been a painful moment to realize how awful she must have felt telling people she was engaged without being able to show off a ring, we'd grown from it and moved on. It was part of the story of who we were as a couple.

Now that same ring fit perfectly against the big diamond wedding variety as we held hands. And there was the intricate gold band on my finger she'd picked out for me, complete with five little diamonds set diagonally in the design across the width of the band. It was perfect. They both were, and I couldn't stop smiling.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 95



That didn't mean my problem was going away though. Not with the way Ann was looking at me, a mischievous glint in her eyes. My cock was almost fully hard as she slowly massaged the back of my hands with her thumbs. Something was on her mind as she glanced at her ring and then back at me, her naughty smile becoming more evident each time our eyes locked. Then again, perhaps it was just the excitement of what was about to happen.

Pastor Kane grinned and proclaimed, "I now pronounce you husband and wife. Neil, you may kiss your bride."

Sliding my hands under the long veil hanging from her hat, I took her into my arms and leaned in to kiss her. I moaned, both at the touch of her lips on mine and the realization that her dress was backless. She put her arms around my neck, pressing her body into mine while I caressed the bare skin of her lower back. It was a long, passionate kiss, and while it wasn't steamy per se, it was most certainly 'R' rated, a fact that wasn't lost on the guests as they applauded the announcement that we were officially married.. 

"God I love you," she giggled when we finally found a way to break apart.

"I love you too... Anna," I winked, making her bite the corner of her mouth as she reacted to what I called her. 

Turning to face our friends and family, Pastor Kane exclaimed, "Ladies and Gentlemen, it's my distinct honor to introduce you to...Mr. and Mrs. Neil Thomas."

With that the guests stood while the organist began playing the traditional 'Wedding March.' Ann took her bouquet from Tina and grabbed my arm, the two of us walking carefully down the steps and to the right, moving up the same aisle that she and her Dad had strolled down a little over a half-hour before. At that moment it didn't matter that I was hard. No one in their right mind was looking at my crotch, and if they were I didn't care. I had the most incredible woman in the world as my wife...I had every reason to be excited in every way imaginable.

We were almost to the end of the aisle when Ann looked into the balcony above us, and I found myself naturally looking to where she was staring. I'd forgotten all about the balconies, and it surprised me how full they were. I was stunned when Ann pointed at a handsome guy with long wavy brown hair and a deep tan. Actually, it wasn't the guy she was suddenly giving a little wave to that startled me. It was the woman standing next to him, smiling as she waved back.

"Dawn?" I said under my breath in disbelief.

"And Jeremy," Ann giggled as we walked through the side door, heading to the basement of the church.

~*~*~*~*~*~

My head was spinning at the thought of Dawn and her fiancé being at our wedding. Not to mention that Ann apparently had met them both. How else would she have known who they were? Why else would she have waved at them? Yes, she gave little waves and nods to several people on the way out of the sanctuary...so did I; yet she made it a point to look up, like she knew they were there all along. She probably did, since Jill and Mark were standing right next to them. 

I didn't have time to dwell on any of that. As much as I wanted to talk to Ann, we didn't really have a moment alone. As soon as we were through the door, Matt and Tina were coming in right behind us, followed by the rest of the wedding party. Instead of being able to ask her about, well...Dawn, I was being hugged and congratulated by those who had stood with us on the stage while we all waited for the guests to head to the reception. Caught up in the moment, I enjoyed the circle of friends and family that remained behind, knowing any questions I had for Ann could wait until later.

Once the church emptied we all returned to the sanctuary, where Rose began directing the entire wedding party through numerous poses. First she took pictures of everyone together. Then she started breaking us down for group pictures, like me with the groomsmen and then Ann with them. Then we each posed with the bridesmaids. There were a bunch of other different combinations, including many with Pastor Kane. When Rose started taking pictures with immediate family, those in the wedding that were now done in front of camera eventually started heading to the reception themselves.

As the number of people finally dwindled, there came a point where it was just Ann and I that were left at the church, and Rose took an incredible number of pictures of us together. I had no idea how many rolls of film she had used to that point, but that didn't seem to be an issue. She was such a natural as a photographer, coming up with different settings and poses that I'd never seen as far as wedding photos were concerned. But that also made it fun.

Pastor Kane finally popped back into the room from his office, having changed out of his traditional robe, now looking relaxed in jeans and a gray sweatshirt. 

"Mr. and Mrs. Thomas, your limousine has arrived," he announced, watching us take one last picture with the huge Christmas tree as a backdrop.

"Perfect timing. We just finished," Rose said as she moved over to her bags to start packing her equipment up.

We walked over to him, Ann giving a huge hug as she asked, "Are you sure you don't want to come to the reception? You know you're welcome."

"I know...and I wish I could. I'm sure my wife would love to come, but I have to get ready for tomorrow. It's a work day for me."

"Like today," I joked as I shook his hand.

"Today wasn't work, Neil. It was fun, and it was an absolute privilege to be a part of it. I wish you both nothing but love and happiness in your life together."

"I have a good feeling that wish is already coming true," Rose added as she closed one of her bags.

Pastor Kane grinned. "Amen to that."

~*~*~*~*~*~

It was a given that Rose was going to ride with us in the limo to the reception, still I couldn't help but be a little disappointed that Ann asked her to ride in the back with us. I'd hoped to have a chance to talk with her alone. She must have sensed my curiosity about Dawn as I helped her into the back of the limo, stuffing the long train of her dress inside while the driver helped Rose with her equipment using the door on the other side.

"You said we could invite her. You're not upset, are you?" she said out of the blue.

"Dawn?"

"Of course Dawn," she chuckled. "Who else would be on your mind?"

"Uh...you! You're my wife."

"Neil, I know...wow, I AM your wife. This is so amazing," she giggled again as I sat next to her. "Anyway, I know she has to be on your mind too. I saw the look on your face."

"Then I suppose I should ask you if you're upset."

"Why would I be upset? I'm not jealous. She meant a lot to you. That's why I wanted her to come. And I couldn't be happier that she and Jeremy actually decided to. That should tell you what you meant to her."

Ann was right. Not only had Dawn shown up, she and Jeremy came all the way from Arizona. That said a lot about how she felt about what we'd shared together. It also said something about him, being willing to come to the wedding of a man who he had to know was his fiancée's former lover, and a recent one at that. Still, it all seemed a little too hard to grasp.

I started to say something, but Ann put her finger over my lips. "Not now, baby. You can talk to her at the reception if you want to. Right now I have something I want to do that I've been dreaming about for months."

"Really?" 

"Uh-huh," she winked. Turning to the driver, she asked, "Do you know where you're going, Alex?"

He was a good looking young man in his early twenties, his long blond hair blowing in the light breeze as he helped Rose into the back with us. "Yes, Mrs. Thomas," he grinned. "I got the directions from your husband's father."

She giggled at what he called her. "Good. I want you to drive around for a half-hour before you take us there, okay?"

"Anything you say, Mrs. Thomas," he said as he started to close the door.

Looking across from us, she quickly added, "And Alex?"

"Yes?"

"We'll need the privacy screen up please."

"Of course," he nodded.

Seconds later we were pulling out of the parking lot, the screen between us and the front of the car slowly rising as he turned onto the street. 

"What was that all about?" I asked.

"Alex? Oh, he was our driver the night of my bachelorette party. Tina hired him for us for today."

"What are you up to, Ann? Why aren't we going to the reception now?"

Sliding off the seat, she turned carefully, getting on her knees on the floor of the big car. Putting her hands on my legs, she shot me a sexy stare, her eyes ablaze as she squeezed my thighs and slowly moved them apart. 

"I told you, I've been dreaming about this day for months. Tina knows we're going to be a little late. She'll handle things until we get there."

"Ann, I --" 

"Anna," she said in her sexiest voice while reaching for my zipper and slowly pulling it down.

"Ha...okay. What are you doing, Anna?

"Can't a bride give her husband a blowjob on the way to their reception?"

"That's not what I meant. We have company," I said, nodding toward Rose.

"So? She's seen your cock before baby," she replied as she placed her hand inside my fly.

"No she hasn't."

"She's seen enough pictures to know what you look like." Turning toward Rose, she smiled and asked, "Speaking of pictures... would you mind taking some of this?"

"I thought you'd never ask," Rose grinned, her hand already pulling out her camera from one of the equipment bags. "That X-rated wedding album of yours is going to be thick!"

I heard Rose gasp when Ann pulled my hard cock out of my pants. Then I heard the distinctive whir of the lens being focused. Ann made sure she moved at an angle that allowed her face to be seen, wanting the pictures to show her as she slowly licked the head of my cock. My precum was flowing moments later and she tightly gripped the shaft to squeeze it out for another erotic shot.

She pulled out my balls, taking the time to lick and suck them into her mouth. I knew then that was why she wanted a half-hour; she had no intention of shortchanging the experience for either of us. Gripping my shaft with her left hand, she sucked in one of my balls deep into her mouth, making sure her wedding ring was visible for the camera. The way she smiled as she nibbled at my sack made my cock pulse in her delicate fingers and she moaned in response.

"I love doing this," she hissed as she flicked her tongue over my other ball, covering it with her saliva before taking it in her mouth.

All I could do was moan again as my hand moved to her head, resting on the beautiful hat she was still wearing. I wanted to run my fingers through her hair, but I loved how she looked kneeling in front of me. She was stunning in her dress, and yet I couldn't help but think of what else there might be to it. Or under it...the thought of her hot body making my cock flinch in her hand.

Flattening her tongue, she licked along the length of my shaft, leaving behind a thick, wet trail as she made her way to the head. She repeated that over and over, going from the base to the tip, covering as much of it as she could with each slow swipe. Then she circled the head with her tongue, making my hips buck up, causing her to giggle.

"Don't worry baby. You'll be cumming soon in my pretty little mouth," she teased as she went back to working on my balls, using her hand to start jacking me off.

With her fist moving up and down my slick shaft, the wet sounds of her skilled fingers gliding over my soft skin filled the back of the car. More precum flowed, and she used her fingertip to coat the head, making me squirm in the seat. 

"Oh fuck," I said quietly as she squeezed more precum from my cock.

"We'll do that tonight baby. I just want to suck you now," she grinned, finally moving up.

Slipping the head into her mouth, she ran her tongue through the little slit, tasting the sweet fluid as she tightened her lips. Slowly opening her mouth, she took more of my shaft inside, drawing her lips along it as she pulled back, sending a shiver through my groin.

Soon she was taking me deep into her throat, her head bobbing back and forth in a blur. She'd slow down every once in a while to let Rose take another picture, but as her hand cupped my balls and she began to knead them, I knew she wanted me to cum.

That, and the way she cooed, "Cum for your wife, baby."

I was ready. From watching Rebecca masturbate and the other events of the early morning, to Ann telling me that she was calm during the ceremony because Tina ate her before the wedding, I was so worked up I was ready to explode. And that was before she decided to live out a fantasy she'd been having. 

Stroking the bottom of my shaft, she sucked on just the head, looking me in the eyes the entire time. I felt my balls moving in her hand, the large load they held churning inside. When she hummed and licked the slit again, I felt my cum racing up my shaft and I groaned out loud to warn her. Not that she needed it. She knew me so well she anticipated my orgasm, resting just the head of my cock on her extended tongue so Rose could watch me cum in her mouth.

"AGGHHH!" I growled as she squeezed my balls, my shaft twitching in her other hand as I began firing jets of hot sperm past her perfect lips.

"Wow...that is so hot," Rose said softly as the camera fired along with me, taking several pictures of Ann smiling while I filled her mouth.

When I finished, she opened wide to show Rose, allowing for another picture. Then she swallowed and took me in her mouth again, cleaning me before tucking my cock away and patting my crotch after she zipped me up. When she plopped down on the seat next to me, she gave me a big wet kiss, the salty taste of my sperm still on her lips and tongue.

"That's hot too," Rose sighed, taking another picture. "The way things are going, I'm going to have to get laid before the night is over."

"Me too," Ann smiled as she stood in a crouch, reaching over to tap the privacy screen. She sat back down as it started to lower. "I'm done sucking Neil now, Alex. You can take us to the reception."

"Okay, Mrs. Thomas," he laughed. "How was it?" 

"Delicious," she answered, stunning me that she actually having a conversation about what she'd just done.

"I meant was it what you hoped it would be?"

"OH...I'm sorry. I misunderstood your question. It was even better."

"Better, eh?" he nodded, his shit-eating grin flashing at us in the rearview mirror. 

"Remember how Tina sucked you the other night?" she revealed, leaving me speechless.

"Oh hell, yeah!" he exclaimed, his voice cracking with excitement.

"Well... I can deep-throat." 

~*~*~*~*~*~ It was hard to believe everyone had been so patient, but when we walked into the big hall where we were holding the reception, no one seemed upset that we'd made them wait. Instead, we got another standing ovation.

Tina quickly gathered everyone and in what seemed like seconds, Ann and I were at the end of a long receiving line, thanking our guests one by one for coming, getting hugs and kisses in return. 

It was a bit of a tiring process, but one that I wouldn't have missed. Not just for me, but for my parents and Ann's; all of them seemed to be having a wonderful time saying hello to those that came. Then there was Ann, who was radiant, standing by my side as she displayed the charm and grace of a princess. It was incredible to watch her when I could, seeing the way she made each interaction personal and genuine.

Of course, it also wasn't lost on me what she'd just done in the limousine literally minutes before we were greeting our guests. The fresh taste of my cum still had to be on her tongue, and as silly as it seemed, I wondered if it was on her breath when she kissed each person. It was a bizarre thought, but I couldn't help it. She was such a sexually charged woman she had me thinking erotic things almost all the time.

I was finishing up talking to my Aunt Dixie and Uncle Lee when I caught Ann giving yet another huge hug. But this one was different. It was special, the bond between the two being something I never would have expected. It was just as sincere as all the other people she'd talked to in line, but it was an encounter I never thought it would actually happen.

"I'm so happy you're here," Ann said excitedly. 

"I am too, although I thought the invitation was a joke at first. You look so beautiful, Ann. I love your gown. It's so damn sexy." 

"Thank you. I can't wait to try it out on the dance floor later." 

"Really? I'd think that train would make it hard to move in."

"I think you'll be surprised," she answered, a hint of naughtiness in her reply. Taking a deep breath, she held her new friend's hands, a tear forming in the corner of her eye. "I know it must be strange to hear this, but this day never would have happened if it wasn't for you. I'm so grateful for what you did for Neil. And I'm so thankful you had the courage to be here. I know it probably wasn't easy."

"Actually, it wasn't that hard at all. Once I knew you really wanted us to come, it was a pretty easy decision. We wouldn't have missed this for the world. And I think you know I'm having a great time," she winked.

Turning to me, Dawn smiled, a tear rolling down her left cheek as our eyes met for the first time since I'd left her in Michigan what seemed like a lifetime ago. I'm not sure if it was the shock or the pure elation that she was standing there, but I was at a loss for words.

Dawn's fiancé Jeremy had been politely talking to Jean, but he stepped in front of Ann so the rest of the line could move forward. Yet instead of greeting one another, he and Ann stood side by side, watching as I threw my arms open. They knew how Dawn and I felt about each other, and as she walked into my arms, tears streaming down her face as we hugged, I saw them both wearing incredible smiles. Jeremy even put his arm around Ann's shoulder, pulling her into a gentle hug, like they'd just done something wonderful for us. And they had.

"I can't believe you're here," I sighed, feeling Dawn tremble. "I...I never thought I'd see you again."

"And that would have been a shame, wouldn't it?" she answered, her head resting on my shoulder. "Thank God your wife didn't let that happen. She's such an amazing woman, Neil. I'm so happy for you."

"Jeremy must be just as amazing. I'm not sure I could have sat with Ann while I watched...well, you know."

"He is amazing. I've never been happier. But that's because of you, Neil. It's kind of ironic, isn't it?"

I looked into her eyes, my thumb running across her cheek to wipe away another tear. She looked so sexy in the hot little red cocktail dress she was wearing, her huge cleavage showing with the low neckline. Yet I only saw her eyes misting. That was what was ironic to me. 

The woman I'd shared an incredible sexual weekend with was standing inches from me. The last time I'd been that close to her, she was naked and tied to her bed, her pussy dripping from the orgasm I'd given her with my tongue. Now she was looking me in the eyes in much the same way she had when I'd left that night. I could see her passion and her confidence in them. I could even see her love...for Jeremy.

Just like Dawn could see my love for Ann in mine.

"It's not ironic, Dawn," I smiled. "When we first met, I remember thinking it was just a random thing. You know...it was a wonderful coincidence. But you're the one that taught me to believe in fate. That's what brought Ann into my life, and Jeremy into yours."

"It was fate," she grinned and gave me another hug. "That must be why I'm here then, lover," she whispered as she kissed me on the cheek. 

It was amazing that she called me that. It wasn't like she was starting anything. There was no romance to rekindle. Our time together had been like a rocket blasting off before gradually falling back to earth. We'd burned all of our collective energy healing each other; a passionate, fuck-filled weekend of lust in which we committed to each other as lovers. We called each other by that perfect pet name, because that what we were. She was just reminding me that we still were, and always would be.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 95



I gave her a quick buss on her lips, resting my forehead on hers a moment as I thought of all we'd shared. "I'll never forget you," I sighed.

"Good lord, of course you won't forget her. We're friends," Ann cackled. 

"We are?" I asked, thinking that was absurd.

"Of course we are. They're at our wedding aren't they?"

It seemed so bizarre to me that Ann would really want to be friends with a woman that I shared an intimate weekend with. I couldn't imagine offering such a thing to one of her former lovers, which is why I asked, "Really?" 

She slipped her arm inside mine, standing on her toes to give me a kiss. "Yes Neil, we are. I've known about everything you and Dawn did together since the week that we met, remember? If I wasn't bothered by it then, why would it bother me now? That's why she's here. I wanted her to know how much I love her for what she did for you. That makes her a friend."

Ann's ability to see past any potential landmines of being close to a former flame of mine astounded me. Then again, Tina was her Maid of Honor, and we'd fucked far more than Dawn and I had. So when she said that Dawn and Jeremy were our friends, I had no reason to doubt her. But I wondered what he had to be thinking on that subject as he moved over to me.

Sticking out his hand for me to shake, his other one grasped my shoulder in a friendly gesture. While his grip was firm, his warm, rugged smile quickly put me at ease.

Instead it was his accent that caught me off guard as he said, "Ann's right, Neil. Just like she said, I owe you for putting Dawn's mind right and opening her heart. I'm so blessed to have her in my life, and I have you to thank for that."

I know I had a smirk on my face when I looked at Dawn and then back to him. "Thanks, Jeremy. I really don't know what to say. You're welcome?"

"That sounds about right." 

"So, you're Australian?" I asked.

"Nah, I'm a Kiwi, mate. Born in New Zealand. My parents moved to the States when I was fifteen." 

"I'm sorry I assumed that...I hope I didn't insult you."

"No worries. Happens all the time. I have a lot of Aussie friends. Think of it as the States and Canada. We're different, but similar...if you know what I mean."

"Actually, that kind of makes sense," I shrugged. "Well, I'm so happy for you and Dawn. Have you two set a date yet?"

"Sometime this spring or early summer. We haven't really decided yet."

"June ninth, in Michigan," Dawn answered as she looked directly at me.

The surprise of her announcement was evident on Jeremy's face, but he nodded, taking it in stride. "Apparently we're getting married on June ninth in Michigan."

"You'll come, won't you?" Dawn asked.

"I don't know. We're supposed to go on our honeymoon next year, but...."

"We'll be there," Ann said with an affirming nod. "You've got lots of vacation time coming next year, baby. We can take it. You never know, maybe they can join us on their honeymoon when we take ours." 

"You mean...take them together?"

"It's an idea. Might be fun," she giggled.

It was an innocent comment, but I had to wonder when she said it. I'm sure there was nothing sexual in her mind, then again with Ann it was always a possibility. That's why I loved her. Still, that wasn't what our day was about, and when Dawn and Jeremy left to get a drink and mingle, we were left behind to greet the rest of our guests. 

The line had kind of stalled as we'd talked to our friends from Arizona, which meant that Jean was busy keeping conversation going with the next person standing in front of her. As she tried to wrap that up, Ann and I actually had a moment to ourselves. 

"June ninth," she said with a sly grin on her face. "That's interesting."

"It is? Why?"

"Because, I'm guessing she sees that as a pretty significant day in her life."

"Why wouldn't she? She's getting married. Isn't December second going to be special for us?"

"Of course. But so is June twelfth."

"Huh?"

"June twelfth is the day we met again, Neil," she winked, giving me a long, deep kiss. "That would mean she wants to marry Jeremy on the anniversary of the day she first met... you. Like I said, it's a special day for her." 

~*~*~*~*~*~

The dinner was marvelous. Actually, it was more like a feast, what with it being buffet-style. The main entrée was an amazing local chicken recipe that had been grilled over a charcoal fire for hours to make the meat fall off the bone, and there were so many side dishes to choose from I stopped counting at twenty. 

There were several long tables placed end to end along a wall, with people able to walk down either side to fill their plates. To the left of the food was the entertainment area, a huge wooden dance floor inlayed with a little stage set up against that wall. The stage was filled with musical equipment for the live band that was set to perform once the dinner was over. 

I'm not sure who Marlin and Jean had hired to cater, but they'd done an amazing job. The food was delicious, and so was the atmosphere. Ann and I sat at the head table, which was actually another series of long tables placed near the far wall directly across from the dance floor, the entire wedding party facing the stage as we ate our meal. 

We were enjoying the moment, but our earlier conversation came back to me, and I thought about what she'd said. It was a bit surreal that Dawn would choose the one year anniversary of the day we met to marry Jeremy. I wondered if he knew the significance of that day, or if he cared. I doubted it either way. He seemed to exude confidence, to the point that I was certain he would make that day their own.

It seemed like an inside joke, with Ann being in on it. She'd just reminded me of the fateful Monday when she and I met again at Matt's house. She also recalled how I'd told her everything about my weekend with Dawn, starting with how I met her three days before. Yet I couldn't help but smile when I thought of how Dawn had blurted out the day I first saw her sitting on the couch in Mark and Jill's living room. It was like it had just popped into her mind.

"What are you thinking about?" Ann asked, her one hand finding my leg under the table as she grabbed her glass of champagne to take another sip.

"Truthfully, I'm still thinking about Dawn. I can't believe she chose that day to get married."

"I can. I think it's sweet."

"You do?"

"Absolutely. Can I tell you something?"

"Sure."

"It was kind of my idea," she giggled.

"What?"

"I...have a little confession to make, baby," she snickered, the mischievous grin telling me I shouldn't be worried about the word she'd chosen. After all, I didn't care for confessions, and she knew it. 

Raising an eyebrow, I turned slightly to face her. "And what would that be?" 

"Dawn went with us for my bachelorette party. She flew up to Michigan ahead of time, and drove down with Mark and Jill. Jeremy didn't get in until last night because he had to work."

"You're kidding. She was with you?"

"In more ways than one," she winked. I almost came out of my chair. I almost came in my pants as well. Her hand moved up toward my crotch, feeling my cock hardening once again as she rubbed it. "Are we going to need to go to the limo again?"

"Are you serious?"

"About going to the limo? Sure, if you want to," she grinned.

"No, I mean did she really go with you? And did you and her --"

"Yes, she went with us. And that's the last question I'm going to answer about my bachelorette party...for now. Someday I'll tell you. But I love that it's a mystery, and that yours is one to me."

"Then why did you bring it up? To tease me?" 

"No baby. I only brought it up because I figured you were going to ask me how I knew to wave at her and Jeremy at the church so you'd see them."

"Well that certainly does explain that," I replied with a shake of my head. Attempting to put the other revelation out of my head, I went back to what I'd been thinking about from the start. "What about the date being your idea?"

"I asked her the same thing you did. I wondered if they'd set a date yet. She said no, but that she wanted to get married in the spring because that had always been her dream. I told her it had been mine too, but once we got engaged the importance of that changed. I didn't want to wait for you that long. I feel like I've waited for you my whole life."

"Aw...that's so sweet, babe. But...what does that have to do with telling her when to get married?"

"I didn't tell her. We were talking about being engaged, and I told her that when you first asked me to marry you, I was naturally thinking of spring dates for the wedding because that had always been the way it was in my dreams. And I told her that before I changed my mind, I actually thought about how perfect it would be for us to get married on the day you two met...because that day was fate, and I truly believe it's the reason you and I are together. Obviously she must feel the same way for her and Jeremy."

"You actually thought about all of that?"

"That's what girls do, Neil. I've been planning my wedding since I was twelve. The details have obviously changed a lot over time, but the point is we all have our own version of the perfect wedding. And I have to tell you, today has been so much better than I ever dreamed it would be."

She wrapped her arms around my neck, and we shared a sexy kiss. She was right. Even though there had been some improvisation, it only added to what had been an incredible day so far. The wedding had been...perfect.

That had me wondering. "Were you serious about going to their wedding?"

"Absolutely. They came to ours. That's what friends do."

"And the honeymoon?"

"Oh, I just said that to see if I'd get a rise out of you," she said as she moved her hand back under the table. Squeezing my cock before moving her hand down to my balls, I was suddenly very thankful for the long tablecloth covering what she was doing to me. "Feels like I have."

"You're lucky you're wearing that long dress or I'd be doing something to you," I groaned. 

"You'll get a chance later. For now, just imagine about how amazing it would be if we did go on our honeymoons together. That would be fun."

"So you DO want to."

"Not necessarily. I really did just say it to see how you'd react. But if they wanted us to, I'd say yes as long as you're okay with it. I wouldn't have said it at all if I wasn't willing to actually do it."

"So, you're going to ask her about it?"

"No. I planted the seed. If it's meant to be, she'll let us know."

"And just how is she supposed to do that?" I laughed.

Ann shrugged. "She'll call us. I'm going to put our phone number on all of the thank you cards I send for whatever presents we get." 

She'd said it like it was such a simple answer. I guess it really was. But it still intrigued me that she'd actually consider going on our honeymoon with another couple, especially with a former lover of mine. Of course, with what she insinuated, Dawn just might have been a former lover of hers as well. 

"Wow...something just made your cock jump," she said with a grin.

"You do that to me all the time," I moaned, leaning over to kiss her one more time.

~*~*~*~*~*~

The familiar sound of a silver utensil clinking against glass filled the huge hall, amplified by the help of the speakers near the stage. Matt was standing in front of a microphone with a beer bottle in his hand, using a knife to sound the call to order, so to speak.

Clearing his throat, he took the microphone off the stand, moving off the stage to get closer to the people sitting at the dozens of round tables scattered throughout the room. He set the knife on one of the tables and took a deep breath. For a brief second I thought he might start singing again. Instead, he offered a goofy grin, making everyone crack up.

"Good evening everyone. On behalf of Neil and Ann Thomas, I'd like to officially welcome you to their reception and thank you for coming. I assume that most of you were at the wedding, but for those of you that weren't, my name is Matt Shepard. In addition to my many arduous, exhaustive duties as best man, I'll also be your Master of Ceremonies for the evening." 

Ann and I led the room in clapping for Matt, if for no other reason than he was funny. I could also tell that he was a little nervous...far more than he was when he and his sister sang during the ceremony. Taking a swig of the Heineken in hand, he licked his lips and continued.

"First, I have to do my best man stuff, which frankly is a lot more responsibility than I signed up for. Then again, I've had the most incredible time helping Tina with the behind the scenes planning for today. Tina is our beautiful Maid of Honor, by the way. I think she deserves a big round of applause as well!"

The guests again started clapping as Tina stood and gave a little curtsey before waving, her huge smile brightening the room. Matt waited for the applause to die down before he started again, his voice cracking as he spoke.

"Okay, everyone please bear with me for a few minutes. I've been practicing this, but I'm really nervous. Singing is one thing, but I've never given a toast before, and because this is for two people that I love dearly, I hope you'll understand as I work my way though this. It's going to take me a little bit to get to the toast, though. First I have a few things I want to say about Ann and Neil."

Matt took another quick sip of his beer to calm his nerves. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts. 

"I've literally known Ann my entire life. Well, she's always been there...I obviously don't remember those first few years, but I have memories of her from as early as age four. You see, she was our babysitter. She took care of me and Maria growing up. Actually, she was more than that. She was kind of like a nanny and this amazing big sister rolled into one.

"Her parents live just around the corner from mine. They always have. I can just see the edge of their house from my bedroom through the trees, and I think it's safe to say that Ann seemed to spend more time at our house than she did her own. My folks work a lot...some would say too much. They're both career driven and they're both very successful. I'm so proud of both of them for a lot of reasons, and I don't want this to sound like I'm complaining or somehow ungrateful. My parents sacrificed a lot to give me and Maria what they didn't have. So please understand that I'm not knocking them. We know that they love us.

"Yet as I say that, there's one thing I'm very certain about. I am who I am today because of Ann, and if Maria were to tell you, she'd say the same thing about herself. Ann helped raise us. Whenever my parents weren't home, she was always there, taking care of us. Imagine being an eleven-year-old girl, taking care of a four-year-old boy and a newborn baby in the afternoons. Imagine that same girl becoming a teenager, and at fourteen spending every day of her summer caring for a boy that's seven and a girl that's four, making grilled cheese sandwiches and entertaining us twelve hours a day, six days a week.

"Think about what it would be like as a high school girl, and instead of getting to date or hang out with your friends, you're spending every moment away from school either taking care of two kids or working at the Dairy Queen. I can't imagine the sacrifices you made for us Ann. I don't know if I could do it. And yet I never heard you complain, and you never treated us like you didn't want to be there. We were always your first priority. That just amazes me. I realize it's not going to happen anytime soon, but you're going to be the best mother this world has ever seen, Ann. You've already raised two kids; I can't imagine how amazing you're going to be with Neil helping you.

"I also have a confession to make. You were my first crush. I'll never forget the summer day when you came over in a pair of white shorts and a pink tank top. That's the day I realized you weren't my big sister. You were this hot eighteen-year-old babe, and I was the luckiest eleven-year-old boy in the world. Of course... now you're back to just being my big sister again," he chuckled.

Ann was in tears as she listened to Matt, her hands clutched at her chest as he talked. She did let out a big laugh when he admitted he looked at her differently for a while. And that had her looking at him a little differently as well.

"That explains the looks he used to give me during those years," she whispered. 

Matt continued his speech, changing his focus, putting the spotlight on me.

"I haven't known Neil nearly as long. I met him just a couple of years ago, actually, when I started working summers at Beck. But I mean it when I say I feel like he's my older brother. I've had a lot of friends, but none like him."

Matt started to choke up, and he had to clear his throat again to compose himself. I was sure he wiped away a tear as he held the microphone. 

"This is harder than I thought it was going to be," he laughed, the room laughing with him, which made him smile. "Sorry. I just get a little ticked when I think about Neil sometimes. I know that sounds strange, so let me explain...if I can.

"You see, he's under this impression that somehow I helped save him. I've actually heard him give me credit for pulling him out of the funk he was in. I really wasn't going to bring this up today, because that was such a horrible time in his life...and you all know what I'm talking about. The truth is, as small as this town is, there's a chance someone in the room was a part of it, whether you want to admit it or not. And that's fine. I'm not here to point fingers or seek someone out. I only bring it up because of how Neil has talked about me. 

"But here's the thing. All I did was stand beside you, buddy. I'm not the hero. You are, and that's why I love you. You somehow think I was holding you up, like you were learning to ride a bike and I was holding on the whole time. Well, I wasn't... I just ran along beside you. That's what a wingman does. If I take credit for anything, it's being the one to hold my hand out to help you up in a town full of people who stood on the side of the road and watched you fall. That doesn't make me a hero. It just makes me your friend, and that's something I'm proud to be.

"Like I said, if anything, you're the hero in my eyes. There's no one else that lives here that has the strength, courage and character to not only deal with what you had to deal with, but to come through it as a better, happier man. I know a lot of that has to do with Ann. But a lot of Ann's happiness has to do with you as well. You're so perfect for each other that frankly it's a little unfair for the rest of us. Then again, I've always believed one gets what they deserve, and you deserve each other like no couple I've ever met."

With that, Matt raised his beer and asked the room to stand as he finally made his toast. 

"To Ann and Neil Thomas. May this world and the people in it bless you both the same way you've blessed us all...with an abundance of love, wisdom, happiness, humor, openness, honesty, playfulness, integrity and friendship...and may there be a whole lot of sex thrown in there just for kicks."

"HERE, HERE," someone shouted as we drank to the toast, a roar running through the room that was followed by more cheering as Matt walked over to us. We had a collective hug, the three of us squeezing each other for a few moments.

"I'm glad that's over," Matt exhaled, another goofy grin on his face.

"It's not," Ann said as she kissed him on the cheek. "I'm going to hold that moment in my heart for the rest of my life, Matthew."

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Ann: A Love Story Ch. 96



Many thanks to the amazing Annanova for editing this latest chapter. She rocks! Seriously!

© 2012, All rights reserved – mimaster

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"I still can't believe you're here," I whispered as I held her close.

"It's a little hard for me to believe too," she sighed in contentment, her head resting on my shoulder, eyes closed.

Ann and I had done all the traditional things you're supposed to do at a reception, at least when you have a band or a DJ. We'd had our first dance together, followed quickly by the memorable one where she'd transformed her wedding gown into what could best be described as the hottest, sexiest party dress ever.

From there, we shared the dance floor with our parents, me dancing with my mom before dancing with Jean, while Ann danced with her dad and then mine. And then we danced one by one with the members of our wedding party. From there, it sort of became a long line of people waiting their turn with one of us.

Not everyone did. Actually, most didn't; content to sit and eat, or talk, or just have a good time. Or, they'd dance with who brought them, knowing that Ann and I couldn't possibly take a turn with everyone that was there.

Still, we danced a lot. And some of them were memorable. I particularly enjoyed dancing with our four young flower girls and ring bearers. To see their eyes light up when we did the 'chicken dance' – their laughter alone made my heart smile.

Then my heart was soaring, watching my new bride gently sway in the arms of a ruggedly handsome man from New Zealand, the two of them talking as they stared blatantly at me and the woman I was holding. They smiled at us, each proud of what they were witnessing... and they seemed to be excited. I wondered for the briefest of moments if they thought something was about to happen.

Of course nothing did. But that didn't mean I wasn't feeling an enormous sense of fulfillment to go along with the growing bulge in my pants.

Dawn moaned when she felt my pelvis against hers. "Thinking of Ann," she asked, an impish grin on her face as she opened her eyes to look into mine, blinking as if she were in a dream.

"Always," I shrugged as I glanced at my bride, who gave an approving little wave of her fingers, her wedding ring sparking from the dim lights over the dance floor. "But I'm also thinking about you. Why do you ask?"

"Because there's something big pressing against me that belongs to her. I was just wondering how it got that way," she giggled.

"The same way you got wet a little bit ago," I replied, knowing I was right without the benefit of actually being able to check. "We started dancing."

I was thrilled when the band started playing a slow song just before it was Dawn and Jeremy's turn to dance with us. I suppose I could have been nervous about that coincidence, but Ann diffused any pangs of guilt I might have felt by quickly taking Jeremy into her arms, letting me know she expected me to do the same with his fiancée. In fact, it was almost as if she was lovingly demanding it with her eyes.

"So you think I'm wet right now?" she said with a provocatively arched eyebrow.

"I know you are. I can tell."

"It's nice to know you can still make me get that way, Neil," she admitted, not bothering to deny what was so evident on her face.

"I could say the same about what you do to me. And... you know we're being stared at, right?"

"Uh huh... that kind of turns me on even more," she said as she turned to look at Jeremy, blowing a little kiss his way.

"And he's okay with this?"

"We're just dancing, Neil. Besides, he knows I'm going to fuck his brains out as soon as we get back to Nancy's house... if not before. Ann said there's a room in the back we can use for a quickie."

"Funny, she didn't offer that to me," I laughed.

"That's because she's saving you until later," she snickered. "I'm just glad she's letting me get you worked up for her."

"That you are."

"Not that she needs my help. I thought you were going to do her right here on the dance floor when she started taking off parts of her dress. You should have seen the look on your face, lover. I've never seen your eyes like that before. It was pure lust."

"Are you sure you haven't seen it before?" I asked as I ran my hand along her back.

"Well, I'd be lying if I said I hadn't seen something similar, but this was different."

"Yeah, how's that?"

"There was also love in your eyes," she said, gently kissing my cheek as the song ended. "Thanks for the dance, Neil. I really hope you come to our wedding so we can do it again."

"We'll be there, Dawn. We wouldn't miss it," I replied, giving her a quick kiss on the lips.

The band went into another slow song, but instead of taking the next in line, Ann decided she was cutting in front, moving gracefully over to me so we could share another dance. She wasted no time in melding her body into mine, her hands pulling me into her as she felt one of mine glide over her bare lower back, the other resting on her ribs just under her breast.

"My, you certainly enjoyed that," she chuckled as she felt my cock pulsing between us.

Discretely moving my hand to her chest, I found the hardness of her left nipple, rubbing it with my thumb it as the fingers of my other hand toyed with the exposed crack of her ass. "So did you."

"You know, it was great to see you two together. I bet it would have been fun to watch you two fuck," she teased, trying to get an even bigger rise out of me.

"Just as much as watching you eat her afterward," I replied coyly as I pinched her nipple hard.

She let out a gasp, her head leaning into me, almost knocking off her hat. With that, she removed it, winging it close to the stage so she could move her face further into my neck. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" she said after a long pause.

"I'd like what?" I asked, feigning ignorance.

"Watching me lick your cum out of Dawn's pussy," she teased again, upping the ante by snaking her hand between us, pressing her palm against my hard shaft.

"It's a nice thought. But we both know that's not going to happen."

"Maybe... maybe not. You never know what might happen if we end up taking our honeymoon with them."

My cock flinched, making her giggle girlishly. It was all just foolish fantasy; another way for her to turn me on and keep me that way. At the same time, the glint in her eye reminded me that when it came to my new bride, anything was possible.

We put that out of our minds as we slowly moved across the dance floor, the eyes of the room once again upon us. When the song ended, she unabashedly patted my hard cock, putting her other hand over her face as if to say she was sorry for having such an effect on me. Then she turned heel and headed back to the line, grabbing her next partner. I waited for mine to come to me as Geoff and the band starting playing something more up tempo.

"Thank God it's not another slow dance," I sighed when I saw Paula making her way toward me, thinking about the consequences of what might happen if she'd pressed her body next to mine to find my cock hard for her.

But she was way ahead of me. "Thank God they're playing a fast song," she winked as she moved closer to me.

"Why's that?" I laughed, amazed we were somehow on the same page.

"If your Mother thought I was the one that got that big cock of yours hard, I might be in for another long night. It's taken me all day to start walking normal again as it is," she kidded. "Between what happened last night and that hard pew at the church, I thought my ass was going to fall off during the ceremony."

The thought of Paula getting her ass spanked and fucked by... well, I didn't want to think about by who did it, really, but I knew there were more than one, and that my Dad was apparently one of them.

With everything I'd done during my engagement, it would have been hypocritical to think he'd done something wrong, especially since my Mom had been the one to orchestrate it. I couldn't help but think about how that was similar to Ann and the way she set things up for me all the time. All I knew was that it happened. But it didn't bother me. It happened, and I accepted it. So did Paula, and she was making the best of it as she shook that same ass sexily to beat of the song.

"Too bad I didn't think of just spanking you the night we were together. It would have saved you a lot of trouble."

"Trouble? Who said anything about trouble?"

"You said this morning you didn't like taking it in the ass."

"I don't. But that doesn't mean I didn't enjoy it."

"That doesn't make any sense at all."

"It's sex, Neil. Just because I don't necessarily like it doesn't mean I didn't love it," she winked.

~*~*~*~*~*~

With the band on a break, Ann and I finally got a chance to get off the dance floor. We'd been out there with different people for the last hour and a half, almost non-stop. While I was tired, I was also having the time of my life.

I'd been dancing with Tina when Geoff announced that the band was taking fifteen minutes. Giving her a big hug when the song ended, she couldn't help but get a little emotional.

"I can't believe you're finally married, Neil. I'm so happy for you and Ann."

"Thanks. I'm not sure I would be without you. You've been amazing, Tina. I can't thank you enough for everything you did for us."

"Me. What about you? You and Ann have done more for my confidence than I can even say, Neil. Not to mention my self respect."

"So you're over that whole, 'I'm a slut and everyone knows it,' mentality?"

"Oh, I can still be a slut," she giggled. "I just know now that I'm a lot more than that. And that's because of you. I don't pretend that that's all I am anymore."

"I think you always knew that. You just needed someone to call you on it."

"The funny thing is that I do more slutty things now because of you and Ann than I ever did when I was letting that mindset define me."

"I'm just glad you decided to be with me that first time in your shop, and all the things we shared afterward... just you and me."

"I'm glad too. I loved what we had. Who would have thought me giving you that blowjob would have led to my being Ann's Maid of Honor. Wow," she beamed.

"You were the perfect choice, Tina. Hell, look at all the things you've done behind the scenes today, including calming down my wife before the wedding," I winked.

"She told you, did she?"

Nodding, I laughed. "Yeah."

"God that was fun," she reminisced, licking her lips subconsciously.

"I'm sure it was for both of you."

"She told you during the ceremony, didn't she? I'm pretty sure I saw your reaction."

"Right after we lit the candle. I still can't believe you did it."

"All part of the job," she said with a tilt of her head and a naughty smile.

"Well you've certainly been working your ass off."

"I wouldn't call that work. That was fun!"

"I'm sure it was, but don't shortchange everything else you've done today. Even here at the reception, you've been running around doing this and that, making things go smoothly. Look at you. Your face is flushed and you've barely been on the dance floor. In fact, I think this is the first time you've been out here since the last time we danced, and that was a couple hours ago.

"Well, I've been busy."

"That's my point. I don't think I've even seen you in the last half-hour."

"Forty minutes," she chuckled.

"What?"

"I was gone for forty minutes."

"You timed it? What were you doing?"

"I was outside, with Alex."

"Alex... the limo driver?"

"Uh-huh."

"What were you doing?"

"Alex," she giggled. "Ann got me so turned on watching her do her little dance number for you that I couldn't stand it any longer."

"So... you two were...."

"Fucking, in the back of the limo," she giggled again. "It's a good thing I'm wearing this long dress. If I was wearing what Ann's wearing right now, you'd be able to see the cum leaking down my thighs!"

"You actually fucked him."

"I hadn't planned on it. I... actually, I can't tell you."

Knowing why she was censoring herself, I couldn't help but share what I knew. "Ann told me what you did with him during the bachelorette party. It's pretty much the only thing she's told me about it. And she only told me that because I wondered how she knew him so well when he drove us over here."

"Did she suck you off like she said she was going to?" she asked, her eyes full of wonder.

"Yeah, but don't change the subject."

"I wasn't trying to. I just wondered. She was so excited about doing it that that's why I got Alex to drive you today. I just had to suck him off to get him to do it."

"That doesn't make any sense, Tina."

"He had another thing he was supposed to do today. I had to find a way convince him so he would reschedule his fleet... to move things around so he could drive you and Ann."

"Wait... his fleet?

"Uh-huh. He owns the limousine company Matt and I hired that night. I asked if he would be available for today since I knew what Ann wanted to do. He seemed kind of reluctant, so I showed him firsthand what she had in mind. Well, mostly it was my mouth, but I used my hands a little," she giggled.

"Sounds like you were being a slut again."

"I promised Ann I wouldn't say anything about that night, Neil. But I don't regret sucking Alex, if that's what you're wondering. I went to him today hoping he'd repay the favor. I just ended up with a little more than I bargained for."

"So, you didn't want to fuck him?"

"No... I wanted to. I just wasn't sure he was as into me as I am into him."

"So, you're into him? You like him?"

"A lot. And from what he said, he seems to feel the same way. There's a connection between us... I can't explain it, but that was way more than just sex. God, I didn't want to leave him, you know what I mean?"

"Actually, I do," I laughed. "I just married a woman that makes me feel that way."

"Well, I don't know about marrying him, but we seem to have a lot in common," she laughed, shaking her head. "I love that he has his own business. He wasn't even supposed to drive us that night, Neil. He had a guy call in sick. That's why it was hard for him to change the schedule. He actually had to take one of his drivers off the job today so he could do it. He's paying that guy not to work right now because he felt bad about it."

"So, this is serious?"

"I barely know him, but I want to. I know this seems kind of backward, but he just asked me out on a date for tomorrow. He actually said he wants to take me out, but only if there's no sex involved. He wants us to get to know each other without the possibility of sleeping together because he doesn't want a relationship that's just physical, no matter how amazing the sex was. I almost fainted right there in the car."

"So are you going?"

"I didn't want to make a decision after I just came so hard, so I told him I'd have to think about it. But yeah, I have to know. I have to know if there's something there. If there isn't, then I guess I'm just a slut."

"You know better than that. I was just kidding when I said that."

"I know. But I told you, I do more slutty things now than I did when I pretended I was one."

"So where's he now?"

"He's in the limo. Where else would he be?"

"Why don't you go out and tell him he just got invited in to dance with you?"

"Are you serious?"

"Absolutely. What better way to find out if there's something to it, than to ask him to a wedding? Well, a reception anyway. If he's got the confidence to come in here when he barely knows anyone just so he can be with you, I think that should tell you something."

"So you're saying you want me to ask him to be my date... right now."

"Yeah, why not? If this date works out you can fuck him again that much sooner. Besides, Ann's not going to mind. She'll be thrilled when she finds out."

Tina's eyes widened and she snapped, "Oh my God! Ann! I'm supposed to meet Ann in the back."

"She's right there, talking to Dana and Missy," I pointed, wondering what she was worried about.

"Oh thank God. I don't want to miss this," she sighed in relief.

"Miss what?"

"I can't tell you... it's a surprise," she grinned, turning to take off. Looking over her shoulder, her eyes pleaded. "Neil, do you mind asking Alex for me? I know it's your wedding and everything, but...."

"Sure, Tina. No problem," I shrugged.

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I didn't really dwell on what Tina had said about there being another surprise in store. I figured there would be a lot more before the night was through, so I just took it in stride. Instead, I went outside and surprised Alex. At first he thought I was joking, but when I told him how much she meant to me and Ann, he graciously accepted. I told him to grab a plate and get something to eat while waiting for Tina to do... well, whatever it was that she didn't want to miss.

We also had to wait on the band, since they were still taking their much-deserved break. I found my way to Geoff, wanting to thank him and Tara for what they were doing. That and to express my amazement.

"So, you held out on me," I said when I approached him. "All those times I kidded you about being Jeff Beck, and you could actually play guitar the whole time."

"Sorry, Neil," he said sheepishly. "I have to admit, I've told people that for so long I kind of believed it myself."

"So, why all the secrecy, Geoff? It's not like you're a novice. You play amazing. The whole band does."

"Truthfully, it was my Dad," he shrugged. "He wanted to groom me to take over the company. I wanted to be a rock star."

"So what happened? I mean, I know what happened, but why didn't you go for the dream?"

"Gary got his girlfriend pregnant," he laughed, nudging his buddy in the arm as he sipped a beer.

"She's my wife, now," Gary chirped. "Geoff's right though. We started playing together in college, and we did pretty well. We played all kinds of parties and gigs, and we had kind of a following that was just starting to happen. Then Susan got pregnant... well, I kind of helped with that. But... that was that. It was like one of us had decided to grow up, and so everyone did."

"So you just stopped?"

"Not at first," Geoff sighed. "But Dad was pretty insistent that if I was going to take over the company, it was a commitment I had to live up to, because people would be counting on me. You know I have younger siblings, so he could have waited for one of them, but I talked to Tara and we both kind of went the, 'put away childish things,' route and I threw myself into learning the job."

"You met Tara in college?"

"I met Tara because I was in the band. We were looking for a female singer, and she could also play keyboards. She's a natural. She not only fit in with the band, she kind of took us to a new level. She became sort of our unofficial manager. In fact, that's how we're here today."

"Huh? How's that?"

"When I went home and told her how you kidded me about playing at the reception of your wedding, at first she was so excited that you and Ann would even consider inviting us that she couldn't stop talking about it. I'm sure you're not aware of it, Neil, but we don't get invited to all that many parties and things by the employees. Everybody looks at me as the boss, or the owner, or whatever. But it was kind of a, 'we'll believe it when we see it,' thing."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, the reality of life is that until you're actually invited, you're not invited. It's human nature to say something that feels right at the time. You know, when you say something because you feel you have to. I should have known better. You're just like your Dad... when you say something, you always mean it. But it's still hard not to be skeptical until you get an actual invitation. And when that happened, that's when Tara kind of went into action."




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 96



Gary chuckled and said, "I'll say. It was like a scene out of the Blues Brothers. She was calling all of us up saying, 'We're getting the band back together.'"

"Oh my God, really?"

"Well, sort of," Geoff nodded. "When we got the invite, Tara thought it was the perfect opportunity for me to show people that I'm not the stuffed shirt they might think I am. Part of the reason my father didn't want me playing in a band was because he wanted everyone to have confidence in me. But Tara keeps telling me that this is who I am, and it's time for everyone to see that I'm not my Dad."

"You know, I think she's right," I grinned. "It's great to see you having fun. And frankly, to have that kind of talent and not use it... it's kind of a shame that you had to bottle it up. I just can't believe you're doing this though. How the hell did Tara even know she could make this happen?"

"She didn't at first. We didn't even know if we had a band yet. But she started calling, and... well, once she found out that everyone was interested in getting together, we ended up driving to Chicago for a weekend, since that's where everyone else still pretty much lives. So, we got together and we reminisced, and we laughed, and we caught up on each other's lives, and then... we jammed. And surprisingly, we sounded pretty damn good."

"It felt even better," Gary added.

"It did, didn't it?" Geoff laughed. "Tara asked at the end of the weekend if anyone was interested in playing a live gig. There was some skepticism, but she convinced them that she could find us a place to play, and she told them what she had in mind. Of course, it helped when she said that she and I would foot the bill."

"You did? I mean... you are?" I asked.

"It's no big deal, Neil. I'm having a blast. Anyway, Tara called Nancy at the plant to see if she could track down who was helping Ann plan the wedding to put our hat in the ring, and Nancy got her in contact with Tina. I think you can guess the rest."

"Yeah, I can."

"Any other questions?" he smirked.

"Yeah... where did you come up with the name for the group? That's not even how you spell it, is it? I thought it was spelled with a 'J'."

"In our defense, a lot of groups deliberately misspell their name," Gary replied. "Led Zeppelin, The Beatles... Def Leppard. I'm sure there are more."

Geoff grinned and said, "It had nothing to do with spelling, Neil. Gary's overanalyzing things like he always does. He's a CPA. The truth is we kind of modeled it after the Bee Gees. I heard once that they were going to call themselves the Brothers Gibb and they shortened it. I'm not sure if that's true or not. But I do know that I'm Geoff Beck and he's Gary Bowen, and our initials are G. B. That's where it came from. We just spelled it out like they do. After that, it sort of made sense to add the 'Heebee' part in front of it."

"Huh. That does make sense," I laughed. Sticking out my hand, I sighed, "Geoff, I can't thank you and Tara enough. You too, Gary. You've all made this an incredible night."

"I told you, we're having a blast. And the night isn't over yet. We're just getting started," he grinned as we shook. Playfully punching his buddy in the shoulder, he said, "Come on Gary. Let's play the next set!"

~*~*~*~*~*~

The band played two more, each almost ninety minutes long. By then it was getting late and everyone knew the party was beginning to wind down. We'd had our cake, and announced to our guests that we'd be opening the presents in the next week so they wouldn't have to wait around for that. That left just a couple of things that needed to be done.

"Whoever thought of this was a genius!" I grinned to myself as I knelt down in front of Ann.

She was sitting provocatively on a chair placed in the middle of the dance floor, her right leg dangling over her left knee as she waited. My hands started at her ankle near the bracelet, massaging her leg, feeling the silkiness of her stocking as I slowly let my fingers move.

"Going to give me a foot massage later, baby?" she cooed, "Or are you thinking about what I might massage with my feet?"

I knew exactly what she meant, and even though I was the only one that heard her, I felt myself become flushed, thinking of her using those stocking-covered feet to rub my cock. I looked up into her twinkling eyes and she gave me a quick wink, the fire behind her irises showing. She was so hot and horny I was stunned she didn't exhale steam as she moved her leg off her knee, holding it up for me.

My fingers traced along her calf, gliding across her covered skin. I kept my touch light and she moaned as I made my way past her knee. My left hand found the outside of the garter that was circling her thigh. My right hand didn't stop, continuing on its path up her leg, underneath her short dress. She parted her thighs, her girlish giggle filling the huge hall as I threatened to touch her pussy. Throwing her head back, she closed her eyes, pretending that I'd done just that.

"AW... you're no fun!" she pretended to protest as I grabbed garter, pulling the elastic wide so I could lower it down that long, sexy limb.

"We're getting closer and closer to the fun," I grinned, eyeing the glimpse of thin, pale blue g-string that was covering her very wet pussy. The same g-string I'd gotten from Sarah, the exotic dancer that went by the name 'Tiffany', who had performed for both Ann and me during our respective pre-marriage send-off parties. In fact, it looked even wetter on Ann than when Sarah wore it for us.

She winked when she saw me eyeing the garment. "Yes, we are," she hissed.

With the garter removed, I reluctantly stood up, my back to the gang of eligible bachelors gathered behind me. The band counted down, a drum roll accompanying their chant as I twirled the garter around my finger. When they hit 'one' I spun around and threw it, smiling as I watched a couple of guys reach for it. But it was a hard throw, hitting my intended target right in the hand.

Mark held onto it like he was covering home and I'd thrown a strike on a relay throw from the outfield. The smirk on his face had me smiling. His girlfriend, Jill, began screaming in delight; the implications of him catching it not lost on her, and that had me laughing.

I'd singled Mark out because he was one of the reasons I was so happy. Yes, Matt had saved me, although his toast let me know what he thought of that notion. And perhaps he was right, to a point. But he'd still been the one to hold out his hand and lift me up when no one else would. That's why Matt was my best man... because he was my best friend.

Yet if Mark hadn't invited me to come up for the weekend, I never would have met Dawn. And as much as I ignored it, Jill and Mark had set up that 'chance' meeting. Sure, Dawn was their roommate, but they didn't have to introduce me to her they way they had. It was fate, but fate with a helping hand. That set the stage, like the first single in a rally that led to the team winning. And what I'd won was Ann's heart, because mine had been healed.

"Nice throw. You should come play softball with us sometime," he joked while I shook his hand for the camera.

"Maybe I will," I grinned.

With that out of the way, I helped Ann to her feet. She had Mindy get her bouquet, letting her play out the flower girl responsibilities to the very end.

"Can we have all of the eligible ladies come to the dance floor please?" Geoff announced, watching as several women moved toward where the chair had been.

Ann was standing next to me by the stage, and she looked over her shoulder, asking Geoff for the microphone. Taking it from him, she looked across the room to Dawn and said, "I'd like anyone that's engaged to join them."

Dawn pointed at herself in disbelief, making Ann smile as she nodded. For a moment, I thought Ann was going to do the same thing I'd done, singling out a person to aim at. Of course, tradition said that she was supposed to throw it over her head with her back to them, but I was supposed to do the same thing. At least I think. Regardless of how it was supposed to work, she had other ideas altogether.

Waiting for all the ladies to gather, I could see her counting in her head, nodding slightly when she finished.

"We're almost done, everyone. I promise," she grinned, her hand trembling as she held the microphone. "I know that I'm supposed to throw the bouquet now, and that tradition holds that whoever catches it will be the next person to get married. Obviously that's not really true, though. In fact, I imagine it's really rare that it ever happens that way.

"That seemed like a shame to me, because you're all my friends. I want each of you to find the love and happiness that I've found with Neil... not just one of you. So instead of throwing this bouquet, I'm going to give each of you a part of it and wish just that... that fate brings you someone special that you can't wait to wake up next to in the morning... and that you really can't wait to go to bed with at night."

Ann's statement brought giggles as she motioned for them to come forward, and one by one she'd pluck out a flower from the bouquet and hand it to one of her friends. It was like another receiving line, but with more hugs, less talk, and a few tears thrown in. When she finished, she leaned over to the microphone I was now holding.

"That's it, everyone. We're not throwing rice or birdseed because, well, I don't want to," she laughed. "Thank you all for coming. Neil and I love each and every one of you. If you're ever in West Virginia, please come see us!" Turning to me, she ran her tongue over her lips in the sexiest way imaginable. Never taking her eyes off me, she made one final announcement.

"Alex...if you can tear yourself away from Tina, I'd really appreciate it if you'd drive us to Fort Wayne now. I want to make love to my new husband. And then I want to 'you know what' his brains out!"

~*~*~*~*~*~

Ann and I stood outside the limo, a large crowd of gathering outside the hall to wave us off. We'd just run the gauntlet of people pretending to throw rice on us. We found it funny, ducking for no reason as we hurried though the crowd toward the car.

"Thanks again, everyone," she called out as she climbed into the limo. "I promise we'll be in touch!"

"Yes. We can't thank you all enough for coming," I nodded as I started to get in myself.

As I did, Mindy appeared by my side, ready to jump in with us. Dana took her by the hand and said, "I'm sorry sweetie. We're not going with Aunt Ann and Uncle Neil."

"Aw... I want to ride in the big car," she said, tearing up a little.

"Me too," Allison chimed in.

"Mindy, are those happy tears?" I asked, trying to cheer her up.

"No. I did those at the marriage, like you told me to," she sniffed, her wording making me grin.

Gracie squatted down next to Mindy so she could look her in the eye. "Mindy, I promise, when we get back to California, I'll make sure we take you and your sister home in a big car just like this one. Okay?"

"Really? You promise?"

"Uh-huh. Neil and Ann really need to go, but I always keep my promises."

"O...okay," she nodded. Giving us a little wave, she grinned. "Bye Aunt Ann... bye Uncle Neil."

"Goodbye, Mindy. Goodbye everyone. We love you all," Ann said as Alex closed the door.

Moments later, the big stretch limo pulled out of the parking lot, and she let out a long sigh. "You okay?" I asked, thinking she might be sad that we weren't going to see a lot of those people again for a long time.

She looked at the wedding ring adorning her finger, nestled closely against the engagement ring she'd worn for just a few months, the two creating a stunningly intricate band. Staring at it for a few moments, she sighed again and nodded. "Yes, baby. I've never been better in my life."

"Was it everything you dreamed it would be?" I asked as we made our way through town.

"It was so much better. And we still have tonight," she grinned as she leaned over to kiss me.

We held hands for the longest time, sitting silently in the back of the car. She had closed her eyes, resting them as I stared out the dark-tinted window to my right. The plowed cornfields were covered with a dusting of snow, although barely visible through the glass as we rushed by. The sunlight had faded, day quickly becoming dusk. As the back of the car darkened, she leaned into me, resting her head against my shoulder.

"Do you need to sleep for a while, babe?" I asked.

"Hmm? Oh, no, I'm fine."

"You sure? You seem tired."

"I'm just recharging, Neil. I actually feel really good considering everything. How about you? Are you tired?"

"Not really. I just figured since your eyes were closed that you needed to sleep."

She opened them slowly; her eyebrow arching a she smirked. "Have something on your mind, do you?" she asked, her voice in that low, sexy tone I found intoxicating.

I'd have had to be a moron to not know what she was insinuating, but I actually had something else on my mind. At least I did at the time. Looking at the pile of packages neatly stacked on the seat across from us, I wondered, "What's with those?"

"Those are presents, sweetie," she teased.

"Yeah, I can see that. Why are they with us? I thought we were opening presents tomorrow at your parents."

"We are. Those are ones we don't want to open in front of them."

I found myself raising my own eyebrow. "I know I'll probably regret asking this, but why not?"

"Because, I think the majority of them are things that we really wouldn't want our parents to see," she giggled.

"Huh? What, are they X-rated?"

"Most likely. It was Tina's idea. She said she wanted to bring some sexual energy to the reception."

"What in the world does that mean?"

"Well, I wasn't sure at first either. It turns out that she sent selected people a letter, asking them to consider bringing a second wedding gift that was a little more personal. She wanted it to be something from their life that they found sexually exciting."

"How did that add to the reception if we didn't open them there?"

"I think just those people knowing they brought something made a difference for them. Well, that and me changing my dress," she giggled.

"Well I can certainly see how the dress would have done it," I hissed, leering at her hot body through the almost transparent material. "So, those are all sex toys?"

"I really don't know. She said the letter was kind of vague. She wanted them to be able to interpret it however they wanted."

"Everybody did this?"

"No. Lord no. I told you, she sent letters to people she felt would actually appreciate the opportunity to share something along those lines, and that we'd appreciate getting them from. I love everyone that came to the wedding baby, but there are people I don't need to know things about, if you know what I mean."

I couldn't help but laugh. She was right. If Tina was going to ask people at the wedding to share part of their sexual lives in some way, there were certainly some that I'd rather not hear from. "Yeah, I definitely know what you mean. So, when are we going to open them? When we get to the hotel?"

"We can. Or we can do it now, if you want. I'm sure Tina would appreciate seeing what we got."

I glanced out the back window; the headlights of the car behind us were like faint dots, barely visible through the tinted glass. It was Tina, driving my Nissan so that Ann and I would have a car to drive back to the Franklin home the next day.

I'd wondered how we were going to return when we climbed into the limo at the reception hall, but Ann said Tina had that worked out. At first she was going to just drive over and pick us up when we were ready. But plans changed once I'd invited Alex, the driver, to come inside and join the reception. That gave him and Tina a chance to have their 'date.' And that brought about a change of plans.

"Tina's going to drive your car and leave it with us. She's spending the night with Alex, and we're going to pick her up on our way back to town tomorrow," Ann said when I'd quizzed her on how we were getting home.

Knowing Tina was behind us, it brought to mind her comment earlier at the reception. "Is this the surprise she was telling me about?" I wondered, absentmindedly saying it out loud for Ann to hear.

"I don't know. What are you talking about, baby?" she asked, running her hand back and forth along my inner thigh.

"Huh? Oh... at the reception Tina said she didn't want to miss something you were doing in the back. She said it was a surprise. Is that what this is all about?" I asked, waving at the presents on the other seat across from us.

Her eyes flashed, a wicked grin appearing on her face as she cupped my balls. "I think we should to open them now, Neil,"

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

When Ann mentioned the letters Tina had sent out requesting more personal gifts were open for interpretation, she wasn't kidding. The dozen or so things we'd opened were as varied as I could imagine.

For instance, our friend Gloria from California gave us a set of red satin sheets for a king-sized bed, her note telling us she loved the way hers made her feel whenever she made love.

On the other end of the spectrum, Nancy gave us a set of individual nipple clamps, complete with weights that could be added to increase the tension. Her note said that they were something she found exhilarating during sex with the right man, but she was a little nervous giving them since she wasn't sure Ann would be into that sort of thing.

"If she only knew," she giggled, her hand toying with one of them.

Our friends Penny and Garrett gave Ann a set of anal beads, the note from Penny saying that Ann had opened up that part of her sexuality in a way she never thought possible. It was kind of a reciprocal gift, what with Ann giving her an anal plug for their anniversary the day we first met them.

There were a couple of dildos and vibrators, which I would have expected, and there was a cursory assortment of oils and lotions. But there were also some things that really amazed us.

She unwrapped a gift from Chad and Dana, carefully opening the end of the paper so she could neatly fold it when she was done, not wanting to make a mess. She'd done that with every present, like she was saving the paper for future use.

"Oh my God," she laughed as she peered into the end she'd opened, her hand going over her mouth.

"What is it?"

"It's the board game we played with them. They gave us our own!"

I laughed with her as she finished removing the paper. "They must really like that game," I said as I placed it on the floor and handed her another present.

Her eyes sparkling in the dim lights we'd turned on in the back of the limousine, she sighed. "I have to admit, I did too."

"Who's this one from," I asked as I handed her another, oddly not bothering to look at the tag myself.

"Todd and Gracie," she smiled. Moments later, we were staring at dozens of intimate pictures of the two of them making love on a large white rug in front of a roaring fireplace.

"I can't believe they gave us these," I whispered.

"I know. God, they look so in love. And Gracie is so hot!"

"So is Todd," I said, not finding it strange in the least that I was commenting on a handsome man fucking his alluring wife. 

"OH LOOK! CUMSHOT!" she screamed in excitement. "Wow, Todd covered her face and her tits."

"Wait. Who the hell took the pictures?"

She flipped the last one over, looking at the stylish logo imprint on the back. "Black Rose Photography," she nodded. "Looks like we weren't the first ones Rose photographed having sex."

She handed me the next package, saying, "Here, this one's from Tina. You open it."

"Why me?"

"Because, I know what it is," she winked.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 96



It was a smock. The same one that Tina had used on me the night she sucked my cock the very first time. Her note said that she wanted me to have it, because of the memory we shared. I wondered aloud why she'd given it to me, since it was her memory too.

"She's keeping the other one for herself," Ann said as she patted me on the thigh.

"The other one?"

"The one she used the night you two fucked for me. She wants us to have this one in case you want me to pretend to cut your hair some night."

"Mmm... that sounds interesting. You know how I love role playing," I said as picked up the last box, handing it to Ann. "Here, you do the honors, babe."

She opened the card, reading in silence before looking up at me. "Are you sure you want me to open this?"

"Sure, why not?"

"It's from Dawn."

I felt my heart begin pounding, a chill hitting me as I wondered what could be inside. Ann thought it was a present more for me, and that was the likely assumption. But up to that point I hadn't looked at any of the presents we'd gotten as being for one of us or the other. They were for both of us; even those that only one of us would likely use. We'd both get fun out of them. So, whatever it was that Dawn had wrapped inside that box, I wanted to share it with Ann.

"Go ahead. Open it," I smiled.

For the first time she wasn't methodical, ripping open the package like a little kid, shredding the paper with her perfectly manicured white nails. Taking off the lid, she peeked inside, deliberately hiding the contents from me. She looked at me, and then back in the box, her wicked smile widening.

"I'm glad you like role playing, baby," she said as she pulled out a blonde wig. In her other hand was three VHS tapes; ones that starred the porn actress Dawn loved, including the tape she and Jill reenacted, and the one that inspired Dawn when I tied her up. "It looks like I'm going to be Amanda... and an heiress!"

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

It was a wonderful bonus that we didn't have to wait to check into the suite. Tina had seen to that little detail for us when she'd gone to Fort Wayne to pick up Rose at the airport. She'd booked us at a Residence Inn, going way out of her way to sign us in so we'd have the keys when we arrived.

The suite itself seemed more like a small apartment. It had a living room with a real fireplace, a full kitchen, and a huge bedroom. Tastefully decorated in a contemporary style, Ann loved it as soon as we walked inside.

Alex and Tina helped bring in our things, he dealing with our bags while she helped Ann with the presents we'd received. Ann was showing them off, the two of them giggling like teenagers in the bedroom. Alex waited patiently on the couch across from the fireplace, knowing that he'd have a better time with Tina if he let her take her time with Ann's show-and-tell.

He was staring at the empty boxes sitting on a table near us, the neatly folded paper next to them in a pile.

"You got a lot of presents," he said in an attempt to make conversation.

"Yeah, I suppose. There's a lot more to open tomorrow."

"Well, yeah. But Tina was telling me at the reception how these are a little more risqué. At least they were supposed to be. Good call bringing them to the honeymoon suite," he chuckled.

"I don't think we'll be using any of them tonight," I smiled politely. Then I spied a VCR underneath the huge television. Suddenly I thought of the tapes Dawn had given us, wondering if that was something Ann might want to do. "Then again, you never know."

"Well, it's still pretty cool that Tina got so many people to give something so much more personal. There must be fifteen gifts there."

I glanced at the table, shrugging my shoulders as I looked at the stuff piled there. "It certainly beats a gravy boat. But that's Tina, always thinking outside the box."

"Speaking of boxes, what was in that one?" he said, pointing to a small black jewelry box that I didn't recognize.

"Huh... I don't know. That must be what the wedding rings were in. It wasn't one of the ones we opened."

"Why would you need the box then? Aren't you both going to wear the rings all the time?"

"I will. But some women take them off at night when they get ready for bed. My mom does," I shrugged again.

"Makes sense I guess. What about that one?"

"That's what the nipple clamps came in," I replied nonchalantly, watching Alex blush. "You asked."

"I'm sorry I did."

"Ah, don't be. They were supposed to give us things they enjoyed. I'm sure the woman that gave them to Ann didn't know if she'd actually use them or not."

"W...will she?" he finally asked sheepishly, the long pause he'd created getting to him.

I winked, and nodded. "It's not as ominous as you're making it out to be."

"I'm not saying it's evil or anything. I never really thought about it."

"Neither had I, until I met Ann. But it's just a small part of who she is. Please don't..."

"Oh, I'm not," he waved off, knowing I was going to caution him about judging us without really understanding.

Tina danced out of the bedroom, jumping into my arms to give me a big hug and a kiss. "You two have fun tonight. I'll see you tomorrow."

"You're coming to see us open the rest of the gifts, right?" I asked.

"Uh-huh. You're taking me home, remember? I'm spending the night with Alex."

"Oh, that's right. Well, you two have fun too."

"We will. By the way, Alex... we heard you guys talking. Ann's letting me borrow these tonight," she said giddily, holding out the nipple clamps.

"Really?"

Her expression changed, becoming more guarded, her arms dropping to her sides as she turned to face him. "Yeah... unless you don't want me to."

He got up and hugged her, the smile in his eyes making her swoon. "Of course I want you to. I want you to do whatever you want, Tina. I don't want to change you. I just want to go along for the ride."

"Oh, I'll ride you. You can count on that," she winked.

"Okay... but after that, we're going on a real date. And remember, there's really going to be no sex that night."

"I guess that means I'll have to let you fuck me twice as much tonight!"

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

I was busy stoking the fire, kneeling on the comforter from the bed now strategically placed on the floor in front of the hearth. I was surprised that Ann wanted our first time making love as husband and wife to be somewhere other than in the king-sized bed that awaited us in the other room, but I wasn't going to argue.

I also wasn't going to complain that she wanted me to remain in my tuxedo. She simply said she was hoping that I'd let her start things off, and then she'd follow my lead the rest of the night. I knew that went against what she'd insinuated before; that she wanted me to be in control on our wedding night. But the look in her eyes when she basically begged for this one small change made me melt, and I relented.

She asked that I start a fire, and gave me a couple of other simple tasks, saying that she wanted to get herself ready. I was sure she had an idea in her mind of how she wanted our first time together as a married couple to be. The fact that she was behind the closed door of the bathroom also told me she wanted a chance to freshen up. It had been a long day for both of us, but one that we really didn't want to end. Then again, speaking at least for myself, I couldn't wait for the fun of the night to begin.

So, with the comforter in place and the pillows at the ready, I used the iron poker to stoke the flames, trying to get the fire going so I wouldn't have to worry about it the rest of the night. Once that was done, I was in waiting mode. I began wandering around the room, alone in my thoughts. The minutes passed and yet I remained patient, happy where I was; happy that I was a husband once again, only this time to an incredible, sexy wife.

I was poking around the table of empty cartons, thinking of the gifts we received that were in the bedroom. I wondered if Ann was considering using any of them during our first night together as a wedded couple. She must have read my mind as I heard her voice behind me.

"We're only using one tonight, lover," she said in her sexiest voice.

"One what?" I asked, playing coy, toying with a big vibrator.

"One of our sexy gifts, baby," she replied.

"I thought I was... in charge," I stammered as I turned around to see her, dropping the sex toy in the process.

She stood in the doorway of the bedroom, waiting for my full attention, which she had the moment my eyes landed on the angelic vision before me. She'd removed her dress, moving toward me in just the elegant stockings and the pristine white garter belt; the five-inch white heels making her bare tits bounce provocatively. Yes, she was topless, wearing only the stylish hat she'd worn during the ceremony. In fact, she'd reattached the long veil to the back of it, the mesh fabric flowing behind her much like the train that had been somehow fastened to the dress itself.

The only thing that seemed the least bit odd was the baby blue g-string she was wearing. But that little garment sent a charge through my body as she slowly strutted across the room. Just knowing that it had been previously worn by our stripper Sarah, and what she'd done with each of us, made the fact that it wasn't white significant. Ann was still wearing the other items that went along with the tradition. The something old, the something new, and the something borrowed. But it was the something blue that was making me drool. Particularly since I could see how wet she was even from my vantage point twenty feet away.

Well, it was twenty feet and closing very sexily. She was putting one foot in front of the other in such a provocative way, I thought my cock might burst through the confines of my rented pants. With her makeup done perfectly, touched up just like she'd had it at the wedding, I felt my mouth going dry from it hanging open since I'd spoken.

"If you want to use something later tonight, that's up to you," she cooed as she slid her body up against mine. "But right now, we're only going to use one of the presents."

Not waiting for me to answer, she reached her hand behind my head, pulling me into a deep, wet, soulful kiss. The heat of her lips pressing into mine seemed to steam as her tongue started dancing with mine. My hands went to her hips, sliding around her lower back, holding her tight against my body, my stiff cock molding into her abdomen. Her other hand went to my chest, feeling my muscles through the white shirt of the tuxedo.

"Come, Mr. Thomas," she whispered as she took my hand, leading me toward the comforter on the floor, "time to officially make me your wife."

Not seeing any of the things we'd opened nearby, I kidded, "So, you want me to go get the board game?"

She let go, placing the pillows where she wanted them, bending over slowly, looking over her shoulder as I stared at her heart-shaped ass. "I think we both know we won't be using that any time soon," she replied as she stepped into the center of the bedspread, slowly pirouetting to face me. "So tell me, do you want to take Tiffany's panties off of me, or was your plan for me to do it myself?"

"My plan?"

"You made me wear them."

Her impish grin said it all, and at that moment, I got it. Ann was giving me control of our night, just like she wanted to all along. She just wanted to set the stage of where we'd start. It wasn't like she was turning into Annabelle. That was a given once she let Tina borrow the one item that would have bordered on that kind of a night. Still, we both knew who she was, and that she wanted to be led the rest of the way.

"That I did... Anna."

She smiled, waiting for me to tell her what I wanted her to do. And I wanted to... I just had to think of it first. There was a pause as I ravaged her body with my eyes, trying to read what she was thinking. I fully intended to control the rest of our evening if that's what she wanted. And it was obvious that she did, yet I couldn't help feeling that there was a reason she'd gone to all the trouble she had to put us in front of the fireplace.

Looking at the g-string, I grinned. It may have been more of a smirk, actually. The way she was patiently waiting had my pulse racing. Finding myself drawn by her eyes, I joined her on the comforter, taking her in my arms once again. "I think I'll take them off of you... just like I took them off Tiffany," I moaned as I kissed her.

She got on her back, lying on her veil, the hat somehow still perfectly in place on her head as she rested on the pillow. Looking up, she lifted her legs at her hips, holding them closed as she kept her knees locked, her toes pointing straight up at the ceiling. Standing above, I admired her shapely thighs and calves, along with her athletic prowess, the gymnast inside coming out once again.

Dropping to my knees, my hands touched her ankles near her heels, my fingers traipsing down the back of her thighs along the silky stockings she was wearing. It was a long, sensuous journey, her moans mixing with the crackling of the fire. Finally reaching her hips, I pulled at the tiny elastic of the g-string. I eased them along her lower limbs, her chest heaving in excitement.

She teased me by crossing her ankles, making it slightly more difficult for me to remove them over her stilettos, but I played along when I watched her bite her lower lip, her eyes sparkling as they reflected the flickering flames. Finally able to remove it, I brought it to my nose, inhaling deep, taking in her enthralling aroma.

She slowly lowered her legs, bending her knees with her ankles still crossed. She left them that way as her feet neared the comforter. She moved gracefully until her shoes were resting on the floor near her ass, her thighs still clamped together. With my mind on other things, I discarded the g-string, tossing it onto the couch, my hands finding their way to her knees.

"What are you going to do to me, baby?" she panted, desire smoldering in her eyes.

"Same thing I did to Tiffany," I said as I scooted down, my face nearing her knees. "I'm going to eat your sweet pussy and make you cum."

She winked at me, slowly uncrossed her ankles. I got more comfortable, waiting for her to spread her thighs. Instead she held them close together, wanting me to take her, and I found myself with the playful prospect of having to pry them apart. The return of her impish grin caught me off guard, distracting me as she finally spread herself wide for me.

"So, what do you think," she teased.

My eyes shifted toward where hers were leading me to look; that glorious place where all men dream to stare. I gazed at Ann's wet, wonderful pussy, and all I could do was let out a long, wordless gasp.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

"Does it feel different, baby?" she panted, her hands holding onto the bars of the headboard as I pumped deep inside her wet pussy.

"Being married?" I replied, knowing full well that's not what she was talking about.

Her eyes opened, a wry smile crossing her face. She released one of her hands, pulling my head down to kiss her. "Yeah, that's exactly what I meant, lover."

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

It took a moment, but I found myself turning my head, looking over my shoulder to the opened packages. My eyes focused on the tiny box on the table, and my head snapped back around to look at the one between Ann's powerful thighs. It was as if I was seeing a mirage, or I was trapped in some erotic dream sequence. I closed my eyes, blinking them, but that didn't help my confused brain when I looked again. I even shook my head, thinking I might be under the influence of some kind of hallucinogen; likely from the scent of her arousal filling my nasal cavity.

Yet as I looked again, there it was.

A reassuring grin of approval quickly flashed across my face as my heart started pounding harder, my cock throbbing as it pressed into the floor from my body weight. I realized I'd been licking my lips, trying to formulate words in a way that might establish a coherent sentence. But all that came out at first was a long, steamy hiss.

"Does that mean you like it?" Ann giggled.

"Oh... fuck... yes," I nodded, unable to take my eyes off of the shiny golden ring adorning her left labia; small diamonds sparkling from the light of the fire.

I looked at my wedding ring, and then back at the one decorating her pussy, quick to realize they were a matching set of sorts. There might have been the slightest difference, but they were close enough that there was no mistaking the intent. It was more than symbolic; it was fucking sexy as hell.

"Wh...when did you –"

"Later baby. Let's fuck first."

That certainly seemed like a better plan. I had the rest of my life to find out how it came to be that my bride had gotten her labia pierced. If I wanted to take the time, I was almost positive I could have come up with a lot of the explanation on my own. But I didn't want to. I couldn't. I felt my mouth being drawn to her pussy like a bee to honey.

Slowly extending my tongue, I flicked at the decoration, feeling the precious metal; tasting it. That was but a momentary diversion, though. I moved down, licking at her tiny bud, reaming her ass hard and deep, making her squirm before moving up. Dragging my tongue, I licked around the outside of her pussy, making slow, deliberate circles. I stopped once at her golden strip of pubic hair, which I suddenly realized wasn't golden any longer.

She'd colored it again, this time choosing something more in line with a woman on her wedding night. It was a brilliant white. Undeterred, I began biting and pulling at it with my teeth, stretching her skin.

When I sucked her right lip deep into my mouth pulling at it lightly with my teeth, she let out a loud groan, bucking her hips a little.

"Fuck, baby... you do that so well," she cried out.

"Mmm," I moaned in response before letting go. Taking her other lip, I let my mouth attack her new ring, using it, playing with it with my tongue as I stretch her labia out further.

"Oh GOD," she squealed, her hands gripping at the comforter beneath her, getting more of her veil in her fingers instead.

I continued to orally torture her sweet pussy, content to play with her lips instead of where she obviously hoped I'd spend my attention. I avoided her clit, concentrating on the outside of her pussy, driving her insane with lust in the process.

I was toying with her ring once again when she pleaded with me. "Neil, please, I need to cum so bad."

"Patience, my little slut," I said, my clenched teeth holding the ring as I spoke.

"Oh fuck, I'm your slut! I love being your slut!"

"You're my wife, Anna. The two go hand in hand, don't they?"

"Really?"

Letting go of the ring for a moment, I peered up from between her legs. She leaned up, resting on her elbows so she could look back at me, her eyes half closed as her pussy dripped against my chin.

"Isn't that what the ring is for? To let me know you're always going to be my slut?"

Her body began shaking, almost as if she started her orgasm without me. "Oh, fuck yes, Neil. I want to be your slut forever," she whimpered as she reached down to grab my hair, hoping to pull me back to finish what I'd started.

"Then cum for me, babe," I whispered, taking her ring back in my mouth as I rammed two fingers deep inside, fucking her hard and fast.

She began pulling at her nipples, her feet pressing against the floor to lift her ass up into my face. I waited until the perfect moment, nibbling around that precious ring until I knew she was ready to explode. When that moment arrived, I quickly moved up and latched onto her clit, doing to it what I'd been doing to her new jewelry.

I'm not sure why she bothered to tell me, what with the way her pussy was acting like a fountain. But she announced her climax anyway. Maybe she wanted the other guests of the complex to know; and with the volume she was projecting, that was very possible. I didn't care. I found it exhilarating that she was filling my mouth, swallowing as much as I could, feeling some flow past my chin, trickling down my neck.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 97



Many thanks to my friend Annanova for editing this latest, and final chapter. I cannot tell you how much fun this has been to do this with you. To my loyal readers, thank you for sticking with this for so long. It's been an incredible journey. Enjoy!

© 2013, All rights reserved -- mimaster

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Ann sat across from me eating a chicken sandwich. Actually, we both were since we'd stopped to get gas and have a bite to eat. That and to spend some quality time together for the first time in a couple of hours.

"I love how this feels," she sighed, her gray sweatshirt hanging loosely off her bare right shoulder, showing she wasn't wearing a bra. At some point after she bought it, she'd modified the shirt to show more skin by cutting away much of the neckline. She looked a bit like Jennifer Beals in Flashdance.

That thought had me thinking of another scene from the movie, and I began dreaming of Ann sitting in a chair on a stage in a much skimpier outfit, reaching for the cord that would dump gallons of water all over her hot body in an erotic splash. Then again, she was just as sexy sitting there as she was, and I found myself putting that fantasy out of my mind.

Instead, I followed up on her comment. "You love how what feels?" I asked innocently.

"You know," she winked, squirming in her seat again. "I'm just glad my sweatpants are white."

"And why would that be?" I wondered, happily playing along.

"So the cum stains won't show too much, silly. Imagine how big the wet spot would be if they were grey."

It took everything in my power not to duck my head underneath the table and try to peer between her legs. Not that I'd have been able to really see anything, but the mere idea made me tingle with excitement.

We were at a roadside plaza in Eastern Ohio, eating at a rather pedestrian fast food restaurant as we made our way to our new home the Thursday after the wedding. We'd left early that morning, hoping to beat a lot of the weekday traffic and give ourselves as much daylight as possible for the drive. Not to mention time in general. Neither of us liked the idea of having to rush, and going on Thursday would give us a three-day weekend at our new house before I had to return to work on Monday.

Ann was in a giddy mood, bubbling over with joy; the pause in our trip coming at a welcome time for both of us. We were traveling together, but we were apart, each of us having to drive our respective cars. She had literally been following my lead, but as promised, I kept looking in my rear view mirror to check on her as we drove in tandem. Not that I thought I'd lose her or anything. She'd made the trip before on her own, and she had an incredible knack of driving the trail vehicle. And as such, I was letting her decide when she needed to stop for a break along the way.

When she flashed her lights, I started looking for a place for us to eat, finding the plaza a few miles later. She caught me off-guard when she whipped her tiny car around mine, pulling into a secluded parking spot far away from the building. She was already outside her car when I pulled into the space beside her. The next thing I knew, she was opening my door. Before I could climb out, she climbed in, reaching for the button on my jeans.

"What are you doing?"

"It's what we're doing. And that's fucking."

'What?" I asked, shaking my head while my face contorted into a question mark.

"You're the one that came up with the rule that we have to have sex in every state we pass through, Neil. Or are we not doing that part of the game?"

Two minutes later I was fully reclined in my seat and she was riding my cock like she'd never had one before. I was amazed I hadn't seen it coming, so to speak. After all, I was the one that had decided to pick up where we'd left off on our cross country trip months before.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

When I pulled over at the state line upon entering Ohio, Ann thought at first something was terribly wrong. We'd only been on the road a little more than an hour, and we were out in the country. She didn't see the welcome sign as I got out of the car, camera in hand.

"Is everything okay?" she asked as she rolled down her window.

Holding up the camera, I pointed at the sign. "It will be once you get undressed," I winked.

"You're kidding," she exclaimed, quickly realizing that I wasn't. "Neil, it's freezing outside."

"We said we were going to do this in every state, Anna."

"That was three months ago."

"Pretty sure I'm still in charge. Besides, we did before. I think it's kind of implied that we're doing it from now on."

"Okay, but you were in charge over the weekend."

"I don't remember you ever saying there was a time limit, babe."

The sexy smirk on her face made my cock jump. Reaching to unzip her coat, she winked, "Okay, lover. You've got me until you go back to work on Monday."

"I've got you?"

"Yep. You wanted a time limit. You have me until then. I'm going to be Annabelle on Sunday anyway. What are a few more days of following your lead while I'm Anna?"

"Wait...you're going to be Annabelle?" I wondered aloud, suddenly recalling that she'd committed to being my love slave our first Sunday in our new home.

Pulling her top over her head inside her car, she looked at me through her open window, her nipples becoming rock hard from the chilly air. "Yes... and suddenly I'm really looking forward to it. Now do me a favor and get me something to wear that's easier to get in and out of. If we're going to do this, I don't want to be struggling with jeans all day."

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Ann posed for me in front of the Ohio welcome sign. In some ways, it was like we'd never stopped. She struck the same seductive positions that she'd done on our trip from California to Indiana months before. The only discernible difference was the wedding ring on her finger. Well that, the pussy ring now adorning her labia, and her white landing strip. She made sure all three were noticeable whenever I took a picture that offered a view of her suddenly wet cunt.

It was obvious that she'd become turned on from what we'd just done. Even though she was cold, it didn't stop her from showing how hot she was getting as I peered through the lens. When we finished she got dressed, slipping on the loose sweatshirt and the sweatpants I'd found in the back of her car. She practically raped my mouth with her tongue when she kissed me just before we left.

The fire that ignited only grew inside her as we drove down the two-lane roads of Western Ohio. By the time we got to the beltway circling Columbus, our escapades by the roadside welcome sign seemed like a distant memory to me. I was too busy concentrating on looking out for speed traps. I wanted to go as fast as we could, but I wasn't taking any chances. I'd seen set-ups in that area where there would be multiple police patrolling together, pulling cars over for going too fast. I wanted no part of having both of us getting stopped.

Yet with each passing mile, Ann apparently was becoming more and more turned on. Making her take off her clothes and pose for the camera was the catalyst; her mind was racing, thinking back to all the stops we'd made traveling across the other half of the country. Not just the ones to take pictures, but others where we'd pull over just to have sex. She got so worked up, she finally started flashing her lights, the signal we'd come up with to let me know she wanted to stop. Of course, based on what she wanted to do, it might have been a more appropriate signal to flash her tits at me.

It was a fast, energetic, passionate fuck. She wasted no time, digging out my cock while she lowered her sweatpants. I was amazed how hard I got in such a short time. There was no foreplay; she grabbed my shaft, stroked it a couple of times, and impaled her soaked pussy over my length. The fact that neither one of us got totally undressed seemed to make the romp even hotter.

My hands ran underneath her loose sweatshirt, cupping her breasts. She rolled her hips in response, rocking them in a way that made each stroke long and powerful. When I ran my thumbs over her hard nipples, she arched her back slightly, ramming harder into my crotch. Letting my hands glide down the sides of her sexy frame, I gripped her ass, squeezing it tight, my middle fingers touching her puckered asshole, pressing against it.

That aggressive move set her off like a rocket, my cock flooded at she came all over it. She bit into my shoulder to stifle her scream, and that had me cumming seconds later, my balls spewing sperm deep up into her tight cunt.

"God I needed that," she said as she nibbled at my ear.

"Apparently," I chuckled and ran my finger up and down the crack of her ass.

"How many more states do we have today, baby?"

"Three."

"Mmm...we're going to have a busy day then, aren't we?"

"We're not going to be able to fuck in all of them, Anna."

"Why not?"

"Because... I want to fuck you tonight when we get to our new home."

"I don't know, Neil. We've got a streak going. I don't think we should start breaking our own rules so early in our marriage. Do you?"

"I'm just being practical. We can fuck again in Pennsylvania if you want. I'll be recovered by then."

"So you're suggesting we skip Maryland?" she asked, suddenly remembering the route we were taking.

"Not altogether... just for now. It's only like twenty-five minutes from the house. I'm thinking we might do that one Saturday."

"You are, are you?"

"Uh-huh. Besides, the state signs for West Virginia are pretty unsafe both times we're going to see them," I said, referring to how we'd be going through the northern panhandle on our way to the eastern one where we'd be residing. "The one close to home hangs over the road, right by the bridge over the Potomac River. So we're going to have to find a better place for those pictures anyway... and since it's where we're going to live, I think we need to make sure we get some really good ones. Don't you?"

"Anything you say, Neil" she winked. "You're in charge."

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Ann seemed a little distant, which was odd since she'd just made such an electric comment about having cum stains on her sweatpants. I watched her mood as we ate; the festive, playful banter we'd been sharing replaced by sudden silence.

After letting that settle over the table for a while, I grew tired of it. We were going to be alone in our cars again very shortly. Not talking when we had the chance seemed like such a waste.

"Something bothering you?" I asked.

"Huh? Oh...no, baby. I'm sorry. Everything's fine. Amazing actually," she smiled as she wiggled in her seat again. "I can feel your cum moving inside me. That is such a rush."

"So why the silent treatment all of a sudden? What were you thinking about?"

"Everything."

"Oh... is that all?" I laughed.

"I... I was just thinking about Sunday."

"About being Annabelle?"

"No... not this Sunday. Last Sunday."

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

I knew what Ann was talking about the moment she said it. It had been a pretty incredible day.

We'd had an unbelievable time the night of our wedding at the suite. In fact, the morning after had been pretty amazing too. We'd made love again when we finally woke up. Then we went back to bed after showering so we could fuck, which meant we had to shower all over again. When we finally checked out sometime after two in the afternoon, we were worn out. The wedding had taken its toll, for sure. But add in the sex and we were both exhausted.

At least, we thought we were, until we picked up Tina. She'd spent the night with Alex, the man who owned the limousine rental company. Limping toward my car, she looked... used. She also had the naughtiest smile I'd ever seen on her face. Climbing into the back, she laid down on the seat, winching in pain as she tried to find a position that was comfortable to her.

"Are you all right?" I asked, concerned about driving her home in a prone position.

"She's fine, Neil," Ann said as she patted me on the cheek. "It's a straight road on the way home. Just drive carefully."

"She doesn't look fine," I said, taking another look.

"She is. If you remember, I don't think I looked much different than that the first time I was Annabelle."

"Huh?"

Ann pointed at Tina's wrist, the telltale signs of rope marks adorning them. "It looks like she finally got her wish."

I didn't know it at the time, but Ann had found a way once again to rub off on one of her friends. All the stories she'd told Tina, combined with some of the pictures she'd shown her had peaked her interest in the world of bondage. That was why she was so excited about being able to borrow the nipple clamps Ann had received as a gift from our friend Nancy. In fact, she was still wearing them; the revealing bulges they created were almost obscene as they pressed into her tight shirt. It was hard not to look at them as she took off her jacket to use it as a pillow.

We didn't find out much about her night with Alex. At least I didn't. She fell asleep in the back seat before we were a block away from his tasteful home on the west side of Fort Wayne. She ended up telling Ann about her night a few days later, and it was indeed one of forbidden pleasure, being tied up and abused in ways she found both painful and exhilarating beyond belief.

It also brought her closer to Alex. The fact that she'd allowed herself to give such control to someone she barely knew was in some ways a questionable move on her part. But she felt she could trust him, and it proved her gut was right. He not only was respectful in wanting to give her the night she'd been erotically dreaming of, he also made sure she felt safe and cared for throughout.

"I think she's falling for him," Ann said days later, when she recounted what Tina shared about their night, as well as the sexless date they had two days later to better get to know one another.

"Really?"

"Fate has a funny way of bringing people together that are meant to be."

But as we drove home that Sunday, it was fascinating to watch Tina sleeping in the back seat. I found myself stealing little glances in the rear view mirror, checking her body for other signs of what she might have endured. However Ann's mind had gone in another direction entirely.

"So, are you ever going to ask me?" she smiled as she put her hand on my thigh, her other reaching underneath her short skirt.

"It's really bugging you, isn't it?" I teased.

"I wouldn't say it's bugging me. It was actually kind of exciting at first. I know how much you love it, which really turns me on." Turning her body slightly to face me, she spread her thighs; my eyes darting to catch a glimpse of the pussy ring she was talking about... and playing with.

"So it was exciting at first; but now it bugs you."

"No. It intrigues me. You used to focus on 'the how' whenever I surprised you. I love how you've gotten past that. You take it in stride and just go with it."

"I can't promise that's going to happen every time. But yes, I love the ring. I just wasn't going to let it get me distracted last night."

She leaned over and gave me a hug, kissing me near my ear. Patting my cock, she said, "You didn't baby. The way you fucked me last night, I was more concerned that you might melt it."

With the conversation officially started, it was silly to pretend that I didn't have questions any longer. But instead of my having to beg for the details, she decided that she was going to share. She didn't make me drag the story out of her like she usually did; she became an open book, spilling information like a witness being interrogated.

"So, I did it the week after I came back from visiting you," she started, leaning back against the door while she continued to play with it. "Tina and I were bored one night... I think it was Wednesday, and she said something about going to Fort Wayne to see a movie."

"How do you go from seeing a movie to getting your pussy pierced?"

"We took her car," she joked. "Actually, we never made it to the movie. We got halfway to Fort Wayne and she started talking about going to the sex shop again. The next thing I knew, we were pulling into the parking lot and she was dragging me inside."

"Against your will, no doubt."

"I never said that. But I certainly didn't go inside thinking I'd get my pussy pierced."

"And yet you did," I laughed.

"I almost didn't. When we went into that part of the shop, I was just joking around. But the longer I stood in there, the more excited I got just thinking about it. Then I decided not to."

"Okay, now you lost me."

"Well, I got to thinking that we were just a month away from getting married, and I didn't know how long it would take to heal from something like that. I said that to Tina, and of course she goes and asks the guy who worked there."

"So... a guy did it?"

"Don't get sidetracked, baby. It's not about him and you know it."

"Yeah, you're right. Go on."

"Anyway, he said because I was getting my inner labia done, and there's a lot of blood flow there, it could take anywhere from four to six weeks to heal."

"And you had it done anyway? That was pretty risky, don't you think?"

"A little. But I've always been a quick healer. I told you that the first time we ever tried bondage. I rarely bruise that much, and whenever I've cut myself I heal really fast. So I was banking on the shorter time. It was a risk, but it was calculated...and it turned out I was right. I was pretty much good to go a little over two weeks after I had it done. I was sore, but nothing too horrible. I just had to make sure I kept an eye on it and I did all the things he told me to do to keep it clean. I was worried though."

"About not healing fast enough?"

"Not really. I knew after the first week that I'd be okay by the wedding. I was more worried that you'd notice that I'd gotten pierced when you came back for Thanksgiving. I took the ring out that first night at your parents' house, even though I wasn't really supposed to. I figured you might see the little hole, but you never did. You were too busy fucking me to see it. And if you remember, I never let you eat my pussy that weekend."

"I...didn't?"

"No. We fucked at your parents' house that night... a lot. But if you recall, I never took off my outfit, and I controlled the action in bed. Of course, I didn't expect you to fuck me twice in the bathroom the next morning, but all we did was fuck. The biggest chance I took was when I masturbated at the park. I kind of forgot in the heat of the moment, and you could have seen the hole then, I suppose. Then again, it's pretty tiny, you were sitting on the bench and my hand was kind of in the way. After that I got my period, and I knew I'd be able to surprise you like I did." 

"So you put the ring back in then?"

"I did until the day you left when you fucked me in the ass. I took it out that morning, and then I put it back when you left Tina's. Well, not this one. The one I bought when I got pierced."

"What?"

"The one I got for myself is silver. It's pretty much like Missy's."

I looked at the golden one that she was toying with, the little diamonds sparkling as if on cue. Glancing at the wedding ring on my finger, I took another peek between her legs. 'So where did you get that one?"

"Missy," she giggled.

"I should have known," I said, because...well, I should have known that.

"I called her the night I got pieced to tell her. And that gave her the idea. She'd just gotten Tina's special invitation to give something personal. She didn't know until a couple of weeks later that she'd be bringing it out herself, but that just made it even better. She knew I'd gotten our wedding bands from Dave, so she went to see him, and he had it made to look like yours."




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 97



"That must have been expensive."

"I suppose, but I'm sure he helped her out with a discount. Anyway, that's what we were doing during the reception."

"What?"

"Remember? Tina told you she didn't want to miss what we were doing, and it was a surprise? Missy had me open the gift in the back room, and then she put it on me."

"You're kidding."

"Nope. Tina had all the girls that were at the bachelorette party come back to watch Missy do it. Dana and Billie came back too. Oh, and so did Rebecca," she giggled.

"Rebecca?" I said, shocked that she mentioned my brother's wife.

"She's my new sister, Neil. I didn't want to leave her out."

"What about Shelly? She's your sister too," I said of her brother's wife.

"Yeah, well... she also tries to compete with me. You know that. I decided I'd rather have one up on her. Besides, I wanted Rebecca to feel a part of the fun. She really loved it."

Ann's revelations started to sink in. Like a light going on over my head, I blurted, "Wait... so does that mean Dawn was there?"

Winking, she nodded, "I just told you, baby, if they were at the bachelorette party, they were in the back watching."

"Is... is that all Missy did?"

"I didn't do anything sexual, Neil. Although I did let Rose take a few photos for our X-rated wedding album."

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

As amazing as that was, Ann wasn't even thinking about the talk we shared on our drive back to her family home that Sunday. As we sat in the plaza restaurant, it was what happened once we got to her that made her go silent as we ate, a wistful smile coming to her face.

"You're thinking about the presents again, aren't you?" I nodded, knowing before I asked that I was right.

She got a little misty, the emotion of the moment coming back to her. "Yes. It's still kind of hard to believe, you know?"

"Yeah, I do."

We'd dropped Tina off, actually helping her into her home, making sure she was comfortable. At first she protested, wanting to come to the gift opening celebration. She'd said it was part of her job as maid of honor to write down what we got from whom. But Ann and I both knew she wasn't up to it. She was sore and exhausted, her body needing time to rest up and heal. Alex hadn't hurt her, at least not permanently. But he'd definitely tested her limits.

Knowing the way she normally liked her sex, it wasn't hard for me to believe that she wanted to be pushed hard when it came to bondage. In fact, I could actually envision her begging for it, the need to live, breathe and feel the experience firsthand driving her to plead for more.

She took off her pants, showing stripe marks on her beautiful bare ass; leftover reminders that she'd been whipped. Her blissful grin as she crawled gingerly under the covers made Ann moan. "I kind of wish that was me, Tina," I heard her whisper as she leaned down to give her tired friend a sweet, tender kiss.

"Take off the clamps, Ann," she requested, carefully pulling her shirt up, exposing her breasts. They were reddened and raw; rope marks deep in her skin from where they'd been bound tightly. There were hickies all over them; Alex obviously leaving his mark behind on purpose. Her nipples were swollen and slightly chafed, the teeth of the clamps distorting their natural shape.

"Maybe I should let you keep them."

"No. They're yours. I'll get with Nancy to find out where she got them."

"I'm pretty sure we both know where that is," Ann giggled, thinking about the sex shop they loved to frequent together.

"All the more reason for you to take them. I know where to get my own."

Ann reached down and pressed both of the clamps at the same time, opening the biting teeth. Tina emitted a low scream as the blood flowed into her abused buds, making them throb in pain.

"FUCK... that feels so fucking good," she seethed, her eyes wild with desire. "You mind reaching into my drawer and getting my dildo for me, Neil?"

I did as she asked; handing her the same model Ann had become rather famous for endorsing, at least with her friends. "Here you go."

Reaching underneath the sheets, she grimaced as she rubbed it along her pussy. "Thanks guys. Have a good time," she said, leaning back and closing her eyes. A gasp escaped her beautiful mouth as she eased the thick rubber dick inside her.

"You too," I grinned as we turned to leave.

Ten minutes later we were at the Franklins', a small group of people on hand to watch us open the normal wedding gifts we'd received. In addition my parents and Ann's, there was my brother Gene and his wife Rebecca, as well as Matt and Maria. But that was it. Everyone else had left after the wedding. Not that we'd expected anyone to stick around just for us to come back to open the gifts. We wanted to limit the number of people, mainly because we wanted to be able to relax.

And we did, at least to start. We took our time, opening presents along with the attached cards. Maria took Tina's role, writing down each gift in a little book so we'd have a record. Ann wanted to hand write thank you cards, and she wanted them to be personal. Knowing her, I had no doubt they'd end up being the most important cards she'd ever send. Personal to her meant personal.

We got a lot of the standard fare: pots and pans, Tupperware, tons of place settings and silverware. There were a few small appliances, including a huge Crockpot that had Ann practically giddy with excitement. And there were towels and linens galore. Most of the items that were on our registry list were there, all of them greatly needed and appreciated.

But it was the envelopes that changed the mood in the room. Sure, we both expected some of our guests to simply give us cash. Well, checks. And those were obviously just as appreciated. But when we got to the last couple, it became rather evident that something was up. First because we didn't know they existed. We thought we'd finished opening all the presents, but there was Matt, his affectionate grin spreading among the rest of those gathered as if it were contagious.

"What are you smiling about?" Ann asked.

"Yeah, wipe that goofy grin off your face," I kidded, wondering why he looked so... well, brotherly all of a sudden. We could both see the love he had for us in his eyes.

"Sorry. I can't help it. I love seeing you two together."

"Sure you do."

"I DO," he chuckled, "Are you doubting my sincerity?"

"Yes I am, Matthew. I've seen that look before, many times. What are you up to?" Ann demanded, sounding just like she must have hundreds of times when she was babysitting him and Maria when they were little.

Reaching into the inside pocket of his coat hanging on the back of his chair, he shook his head. "You always could tell, couldn't you, Ann?"

"What are those?" I asked, looking at the two envelopes he was holding.

"The last of your gifts. I was asked to kind of save these until the end. I hope you don't mind." He handed me the first one, which was rather thick, saying, "You're supposed to open this one, Neil."

I slowly opened the envelope, pulling out the card to read. It was the traditional wedding variety, congratulating the happy couple. But it wasn't signed. Instead, there were two other envelopes inside. One was a rather small, and I knew it contained some kind of note. The other was one of those special envelopes designed to put money or checks inside.

Opening the smaller one, I unfolded the paper, surprised at how big it was. "Read it out loud, baby," Ann said, not wanting to be left out.

"Okay," I replied, taking a deep breath as I looked at the perfect penmanship printed on the paper.

Dear Ann and Neil,

Tara and I can't thank you enough for letting us be a part of your wedding. It was such a wonderful blessing just being invited. That we ended up being able to play at your reception turned into one of the great joys of our marriage. We were able to reconnect with some very dear friends, and reignite a passion we both have felt has been missing in our lives.

Getting back together with the band had been an unfulfilled dream of ours for years. We wanted to do it, but never had a good enough reason to drop everything and try. Somehow, just inviting us to share in your day set things in motion in a way that we not only got to live out that dream once again, now we're looking for ways to keep playing. We're not going to start touring, but we are definitely going to do more live performances together in the future. Tara already has two lined up.

We also wanted to let you know that there's a wrong that we feel horribly about; one that I can no longer wait to make right, and Tara agrees with me. This wouldn't be necessary if I had paid more attention to what was going on in your department and done my job at the time. I can't help but feel that you've already forgiven me, Neil. That's just who you are, and why we both care for you and Ann so much. Yet that doesn't mean I don't feel obligated to make up for it.

Please accept our gift for how it is intended. It's not only to show you how we feel about you both, it's also our way of helping you get off to the financial start you would have had if my company had taken care of you the way we should have from the start.

Thanks again for letting us rock your wedding.

Geoff and Tara Beck

Ann and I stared at each other in disbelief. She reached over and touched my arm, my fingers trembling as I held the other envelope "What do you think is in there?" she asked.

"Only one way to find out," I shrugged as I opened it. Pulling out a personal check, my mouth fell open. "Oh my God," I whispered.

Showing it to Ann, her hand covered her mouth, her gasp followed by a nervous giggle. "Is that REAL?" she screamed.

It was. The Becks had written us a check for twenty-five thousand dollars, the notation in the bottom corner saying it was just a wedding gift. Everyone in the room seemed to already know what it was, because they weren't surprised. At least they didn't act like it. Instead, they were all beaming.

Looking at my dad, he simply nodded and said, "Geoff felt bad about not knowing you were never on salary when you should have been. When he told Tara, she said he needed to do something about it."

"But Dad... this is twenty-five grand!"

"I know, son. But when you think about it, that's about what it would have been."

"What?"

"It's back pay, plus interest. Plus a little extra from him and Tara for what the wedding gift would be."

"I can't believe this is real," Ann said as she looked at the check, feeling the edge like she thought it might be a fake or something.

"It is," Matt grinned. "And so is this one." He handed Ann the other envelope, and she kind of pointed at herself like she was shocked he was giving it to her. "Yes... you're supposed to open that one."

She looked at it with a nervous smile. "I'm scared to open it, Neil."

"I'm sure it's going to be fine, babe."

She opened the wedding card, seeing it was similar to the one I'd opened. But instead of two envelopes inside, there weren't any at all. There was just a folded piece of elegant stationary inside. She opened it to see it was handwritten as well, the beautiful cursive strokes of the pen etched in black ink. Clearing her throat, she started to read.

Congratulations Ann and Neil,

Since we first met, you've been such an inspiration to both of us. The joy you bring with you everywhere you go, the way you take each encounter and make it personal and special; those things rub off on everyone you meet, including us. We're so grateful to be able to call you true friends.

We know you're going to have an amazing life together, filled with love, happiness, and yes, many more moments of naughtiness. However, in any life there are bound to be struggles and worries. While we know you'll get through those times because of the way you love and trust each other, we'd like to take away one of the future burdens before it happens, just to make things a little easier.

Ann, you once mentioned to me that you want children someday, even saying that you would likely only have two. So, we're going to go with that to start. Todd and I are setting up two college trust funds. If you change your mind and end up having more children, just let us know and we'll take care of them too. For now, rest assured that whenever you decide to start your family, education will be taken care of.

We realize it's an unconventional gift, but most people only look at the short term, and you two are very different in that regard. You seem to always think of the bigger picture. It was that outlook that helped us become friends in the first place. We're so grateful for that, and to have you both in our lives.

Love,

Todd and Gracie

P.S. In the unlikely event that you change your mind and decide not to have children, the trust funds would become your retirement when you reach that age. Either way, we're looking at this as a loving investment in you and your family. Enjoy!

Ann burst into tears, the emotion of it all catching up with her quickly. I was right there with her, the tears rolling down my cheeks as I held her in my arms.

"I can't believe this, Neil. It's all too much. We can't accept all of this."

I was about to agree when Marlin sat down next to his daughter, patting her on her leg.

"Sweetie, I know this is a lot to process right now. Believe me, all of us were amazed when we first found out about the generosity of the Becks and the Armstrongs after you left last night... but they were genuine in wanting to give these gifts to you. Don't insult them by thinking it's too much, or that you shouldn't take it."

"But, Dad --"

"Anna, I'm so proud of you. You're an amazing daughter; you've married an amazing man. Both of you have always been so incredible about giving of yourselves to others. It's one of the many things we all love about you. But can I give you a piece of advice?"

"Well, sure."

"Remember that it's okay to receive too."

"What?"

"I know we always taught you that it's better to give than to receive. I'm sure Neil was taught that too. But you know what... there comes a time when you have to be humble, and let the people that love you give back."

"Yeah Dad, but this is soooo much. It's TOO much."

"Says who? I'm sure that they don't think so. Otherwise they wouldn't have done it. Besides, they wouldn't be doing it if they didn't want to, or if they couldn't afford it.

"It's not about them being able to afford it. I know they can afford it. It's about --"

Putting his arm around her, he gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek. "It's about being loved, sweetie. That's all they're trying to do. They just want you to know how much they love you and Neil. So accept it."

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Ann had learned to accept it. We both had. But that didn't mean we didn't think about it. As she finished her sandwich, using her napkin to dab the corners of her mouth before putting in on the tray in front of her, she let out a happy sigh.

"I still can't believe it Neil," she said as she shook her head.

"Me either, babe."

"Did you have any idea that's how much you missed out on by not being on salary all those years?"

"No. I never let myself think about the money. It was always the principle of it anyway. That's what upset me. I felt like I had earned the title. I guess I should have been upset that I didn't get all the benefits the other managers had, but for me it was more about the position. Every day that I had to clock in, it reminded me that I wasn't really a manager in my boss's eyes."

"Well, it's says a lot about Geoff that he wanted to compensate you for it."

"Are you okay with what the Armstrongs did?"

She smirked and said, "You mean putting pressure on us to have kids?"

"Ha... you know better than that."

"Yeah. I was fine with it once I got to talk to Gracie. It's still a little overwhelming, but Dad was right. I have to learn to be more accepting. I'm just not used to it."

It was different for her. She'd spent most of her life doing things for other people, wanting to give of herself whenever she could. It was all part of her makeup; a sense of selflessness that ran deep inside her very core. Now the tables had been turned a little. It was only natural that those that Ann loved would want to love her back.

She looked at me, that smirk turning into a sexy, erotic smile. "You know, if I would have thought of it before, it really shouldn't have been so hard for me to let people give me things."

'What makes you say that?"

"Because you've been so amazing at giving me what I need, I should be used to it by now," she winked.

"I'm not sure sex counts, Anna."

Reaching across the table, she took my hands, her eyes melting as she squeezed my palms with her fingers. "You give me more than that baby. But trust me, it does count."

"See, I knew it."

"If you know so much, we should get going then."

"Why's that?"

"I want to get to Pennsylvania so I can let you give me some more."

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Seeing the sign announcing we were entering West Virginia was a welcome sight. Even more so since it was the second time we'd passed one, which meant we were about a half-hour or so from our new home. We'd made pretty good time since we'd stopped at another plaza, that one more of the traditional kind along the Pennsylvania Turnpike, somewhere in the Allegheny Mountains.

We didn't need to get gas, we didn't need to eat, we didn't even need to stretch our legs. Ann flashed her lights because we needed to add the Keystone State to the list of ones we had sex in. And since we were simply passing through, we needed a place to stop. The plaza seemed as good a place as any, and it was certainly safer than just pulling off the side of the road. It would also attract less attention.

We caught a break in a way. Even though the plazas along the Turnpike tend to be a lot more crowded, we had encountered some iffy weather as we started crossing the mountains. Normally I hated driving in cold, drizzly conditions, especially when there was a chance the light rain could switch over to snow at any time. But I decided to look at the glass as half-full like Ann always seemed to, and the sudden benefit of the weather was that we were also dealing with some pockets of dense fog.

The plaza where we stopped was shrouded in a thick, white, misty cloud. When I pulled into the first empty space I could find, I couldn't even see the buildings. In fact, I barely saw Ann's blue Honda pulling into the spot right next to me.

I got out of my car, walking over to hers, which surprised her. "We're going to use my place?" she questioned, her phrasing making me laugh. "Yours has so much more room."

I had to agree, and as I opened her door, I thought about taking her back to my car so we'd be more comfortable. But then I heard a car approaching and I didn't see it until it passed us about fifteen yards away, and I became inspired.

"I think we should compromise," I grinned, leaving her sitting in her seat as I walked to the back of her car. Opening the hatch, I started digging around.

"What are you doing, Neil?"

Grabbing the horse blanket her Aunt Helen gave her from a box in the back, I laid it on the pavement between our two cars. Taking her by the hand, I helped her up, bringing her into my arms as I closed the door. "I'm going to fuck you, babe."

She bit her lip, the wondrous expression on her face highlighted by the sparkle in her eyes. "Right h... here?" she gasped, her words catching in her throat.

I nodded, pressing my lips against hers for a quick, passionate kiss. That set off a frenzied rendezvous, as Ann dropped to her hands and knees while I moved in behind her. Unzipping my fly, I pulled out my growing cock while she lowered her sweatpants over her shapely rear. I was tempted to fuck her ass, but the glimpse of the dripping pussy winking at me from between her tightly closed legs made my blood boil.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 97



We fucked in relative silence; the fog seemed to amplify anything we said or any sound we made. Yet the way our bodies slapped against each other and the little moans we'd make became so erotic. She was leaning down on her elbows, the hood of her coat covering her head from the drizzle. I did the same with my hooded sweatshirt, covering myself as I bucked into her hard and fast. It was almost an anonymous fuck, like we'd just met at a rest stop and decided to have at each other.

Another car passed us just when she was about to explode, her body shuddering from the recognition of what we were doing and where we were doing it. It was a powerful orgasm, made all the more intense by her having to keep quiet. Minutes later I was ready to cum too, my balls churning, the walls of her pussy rippled over my shaft. She pulled off and spun around on the blanket, taking the head of my cock into her warm mouth as her hand found my shaft. Jerking me off, I held her head with both hands and growled, unloading my sperm over her waiting tongue.

After a quick kiss and some giggling, we were scrambling to get back into our cars so we could warm up and get on our way. She pulled up her sweatpants while I grabbed the blanket, stuffing my deflating cock back in my jeans as I went along.

Driving past the main part of the plaza, seeing the hundred or so cars and trucks and all of the people milling about as they went in and out of the building, the enormity of the chance we'd just taken hit me. When I pulled out onto the Turnpike, Ann following close behind, I realized we hadn't even said anything to each other when we were done. We'd just fucked and ran, the serendipity of the moment making my heart pound. It was a surreal, and as the miles passed, I began to wonder if I'd somehow just imagined the whole thing.

It was still on our minds when I opened her door a couple of hours later. We were stopped along the side of I-70 near the sign announcing we had entered Maryland. She couldn't wait to blurt out what was on her mind.

"I loved fucking you like that, baby! I can't believe we did that. Did you see all of those people as we drove past?"

"Yeah. Good thing we had the fog," I grinned.

"Fate," she said as she kissed me. "Sorry I didn't say anything after we finished. I was cold, and I kind of forgot we weren't in the same car."

I laughed, amazed she'd had the same thoughts I'd had. "That's okay. I did the same thing."

"I'm just glad we're out of the fog now," she sighed, "I thought we were going to be traveling in it the rest of the way. It's funny how it changed so fast."

"We're out of the mountains, babe," I said as I pointed at the welcome sign.

"Oh... well that makes sense. I guess it's time for me to pose again, isn't it?"

"Yeah. And we have to do it twice."

"Twice?"

"Uh huh. We never did it going into Pennsylvania, remember?"

"Oh... yeah."

So, Ann did her magnificent poses next to the sign welcoming us to Maryland, and then we carefully crossed the interstate, making our way the fifty yards or so across the median to the north side of the interstate so we she could do the same thing in front of the Pennsylvania sign.

Unfortunately, the two signs didn't line up very well, one being farther up the interstate on the other side, so it became a bit of a hike. I let her put her clothes on in between, not wanting to get stranded too far away from the cars with her being naked. But it was still a rush. Ten minutes later, we were heading back to our cars, the thrill of what we'd just done feeling as fresh as the first time we'd done it at the California-Nevada border months before.

Driving underneath the West Virginia sign an hour and a half later, I felt a twinge of excitement run through me. Not because we were going to be stopping for another set of erotic pictures by the roadside. I'd already told her we'd be doing that sometime on Saturday, promising to take her back into Maryland so we could add that state to our list. Instead, the excitement I was feeling was because we were suddenly very close to our new home.

But before we went to there, I decided to make a stop at my old home, so to speak. I hadn't discussed it with Ann, but being that I was hungry anyway, it seemed as good as place as any to eat. Getting off at the familiar exit, I whipped my car around the curve and turned at the light, going up the little hill toward the Sheraton. Pulling into the parking lot, I was out of the car when she pulled in behind me, an odd look on her face as she parked her car.

"What are we doing here?" she said as I opened the door for her.

"We're going to go eat. There isn't any food at the house yet, so I figured we'd stop here and...."

"Say hello to HEATHER!" Ann became excited, but I put up my hand as she started to get out. "What... we're not going to say hi to Heather?"

"Of course we are. But you're not wearing that. We're going into a nice restaurant."

"I seem to remember wearing nothing but a robe in there before, baby. You too."

"That's when we lived here. Get undressed."

She giggled as she quickly stripped off her outfit, putting on the jeans and the tight white Henley shirt she'd been wearing when she started the day. Slipping on her high heels instead of the Nikes she'd spent the majority of the day wearing, she stood up. "Better?"

"Much," I said, holding out my hand. She let out a little laugh as we walked toward the entrance, and it caught me off guard. "What's so funny?"

"I just can't believe I've gotten to the point where I really don't look around anymore when you tell me to get naked. I just do it. I wonder if anyone saw me."

"I was watching for you, Anna. No one did."

"Hmm... that's a shame," she winked.

To say Heather was excited to see us was an understatement. I thought she was going to leap over the counter to hug us. Instead, she jumped up and down, telling us to come into the back so she could give us a proper hello. We each got bear hugs, her sweet southern hospitality coming out as she made us feel welcome in our new home town.

"I can't believe you stopped by just to see me," she sighed, a tear streaming down her cheek.

"We didn't. We came to eat too," I joked.

Ann slugged me playfully on the shoulder. "Behave, Neil. You know the only reason we came here to eat was because Heather's here. It was your idea!"

"Really?" Heather asked as she batted her eyes. I just kind of shrugged and nodded with a crooked smile. She practically jumped into my arms to hug me again, the tears flowing from her pretty eyes. "You didn't forget me!" she sobbed as she buried her head into my shoulder.

"I told you we wouldn't, Heather," I whispered as I looked at Ann, her face beaming as she clutched her hands over her heart.

When she finally composed herself, Heather pulled back; sniffing and wiping her cheeks as she looked at the two of us. "Okay... let's see those rings!"

I saw Ann's devilish grin flash, knowing the ring she was thinking about. But I shook my head slightly, letting her know we weren't going to be starting anything with Heather... at least not right away. And truthfully, Ann wouldn't have wanted to. We'd already decided we were going to take things slower now that we were married. It's what we both wanted. Still, the little pout she gave me before holding out her hand to show Heather made my heart skip a beat.

Eating dinner a half-hour later, Ann was playing with her wedding ring, looking at it in the dim light of the restaurant. "You know, if I was wearing a skirt, I would have shown her my other one," she said calmly as I took a bite of my salad.

I finished chewing, contemplating how I wanted to answer her. Swallowing, I looked deep into her eyes, watching the colors seem to change as she moved. "If I would have let you," I replied, smiling softly.

Our mood was playful, but reserved. It was the beginning of our first night together in our new home town, and it was like we were feeling each other out. But at the same time, I was letting her know in my own subtle way that I was still in charge. And based on her reaction to my comment, I knew she wanted me to be.

She shuddered, grabbing the table with her hands; the way she closed her eyes and moaned almost made me drop my fork. When she looked at me, her irises swirling as she bit at her bottom lip, I could tell she was thinking of all the things I might make her do once we got to the house. At least, that was my impression. All I knew for sure was she was definitely feeling naughty.

"I suppose you're right," she nodded, eating a bite of her pasta. "Showing Heather might have led to something... and I'm not in the mood to share you right now."

"Actually, that's not going to happen for quite a while. We're not doing that anymore, remember?"

"Other than Carol, right?" she asked nervously, thinking I might have changed my mind.

"Right. Other than Carol," I grinned.

"Phew," she said in mock relief, wiping her brow with the back of her hand. "I was worried. I'm not sure I can handle you all by myself all the time."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I was kidding, baby," she giggled. "I'm looking forward to finding ways to keep you happy. Although I am a little worried about gaining weight."

"Okay... what's that supposed to mean?"

"Well, without any other girls to take a load or two off my plate, so to speak, I'm going to be swallowing a lot more cum. And as much as you make, I could get fat in a hurry."

I smirked as I leaned forward. "I'm more worried you'll lose weight from all the exercise you're going to get fucking me all the time. The cum is just going to help you gain it back."

"Hmm... I love the sound of that," she moaned, licking her lips.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

My heart pounded as I drove down the dark winding road. I was constantly checking my rearview mirror, making sure I didn't lose Ann. But I knew better, really. She was one of the best tandem drivers I'd ever met. The entire trip from Indiana, she had been on my tail, following me perfectly.

There's more to trailing someone on a long trip than just driving the second car. There's an actual art to it. She had it down to a science, anticipating traffic and always staying a step ahead. If we came up on a slower car and we needed to move to the left lane on the interstate, she'd foresee it, turning on her blinker and moving over to make sure she gave me an opening, blocking traffic behind us so we could both move safely and stay together. If we came up to a stoplight, she made sure she was close to my rear, trusting that I'd keep going if the light turned yellow so we'd both make it through. We were a team, and every time I looked in the mirror, there she was, following my lead.

But that didn't mean I ever stopped looking. It was dark and the roads were unfamiliar to her. They weren't all that familiar to me yet, but I knew my way around. And I knew where we were going, which was the reason my heart was beating so fast. Every mile brought us closer, and I couldn't wait to be there.

It was odd, because we were pretty much going to an empty house. There would be a few things there, including the hide-a-bed couch we purchased when she came out, and a matching loveseat. And there would also be our toy chest, filled with items for sexual adventure. But other than some of my clothes, and Ann's clothes that filled both our cars, that would be it until our stuff arrived on the moving van, which would likely be delivering on the following Monday or Tuesday. But we'd be home, and that excited me to no end.

Seeing the front porch in my headlights as we drove down the hill of the dead end street into our driveway, I could hardly contain the thrill I felt. But that was nothing compared to what I saw when I glanced into my mirror again. Ann was about to burst, her eyes bugging out like she was seeing the place for the first time; her smile seeming as wide as the windshield of her car.

I pulled into the turnaround in front of the house, knowing that's where I'd be parking my car from then on. I was going to let her have the garage, being that it was just the one-car variety. She whipped her car around, maneuvering it so that she could back down the driveway to make it easier to unload.

"I've got to get us a garage door opener," I said to myself, already making plans for things I needed to do to the house to make it more of a home. Since we were renting to own, there wasn't a lot I could do before we cashed in her stock to actually make the purchase, but a door opener was one of them. That thought was short lived as I climbed out of the Nissan, stretching a little as I waited for Ann to finish backing up. I was by the side of her car when she put it in park, rolling down the window with the engine still on.

"Why don't you open up the garage so I can pull in," she suggested.

Opening her door, I shook my head. "We've got plenty of time to unload, Anna. Besides, brides don't walk into their new home through the garage. They get carried in the front door, over the threshold."

"You are such a romantic," she whimpered, turning off the engine.

"I'm more of an eroticist."

"Well I like the sound of that," she laughed.

"Good. I'm going to go open the front door. You need to get undressed."

"Excuse me?"

"Take your clothes off, Anna," I grinned as I walked down the sidewalk to the front porch.

"Oh my God," she said aloud in the dark as I inserted the key to the front door. When I got back to the car, I could see the nervousness in her eyes as she slipped her heels back on.

"Are you okay?"

"Just an hour or so ago, I was telling you that I don't look around anymore when you tell me to do this, and then you go and find a way to make me self-conscious again. The way you keep me on edge amazes me sometimes."

"Weren't you saying how you were looking forward to finding ways to keep me happy?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Then why would it be any different for me?" I asked, crooking my finger and motioning for her to stand up. "The thing that turns you on the most is being made to do things, especially when you least expect them. I'm just trying to find ways to keep doing that to you."

She got on her feet, glancing around to see if any of our new neighbors might be looking. But there was no streetlight nearby, and it was already dark out. With no lights coming from inside the house, all anyone would have seen if they bothered to look out would be shadows. Still, she was standing in our new driveway, totally naked except for the heels.

Her hard nipples led the way as I took her hand, walking beside her down the sidewalk. I made sure she was away from the house, not wanting to block her in any way. She felt exposed, the cold air flowing over her skin, making goose bumps appear. Then again, they were more likely caused from her sudden state of arousal. I didn't have to feel her pussy to know she was dripping wet. But that didn't stop me from doing it.

We stepped up onto the long front porch, the white railing stretching across the front of the house. Ann froze, waiting for me to take her in my arms. Instead, I reached between her legs, feeling her mound, letting my middle finger slide through the folds of her labia. As my fingertip brushed against her labia ring, she moaned, her knees buckling. Anticipating, I swept her off her feet, cradling her in my arms.

Carrying her into the house, she nestled her head into my shoulder, sighing as I closed the door with my foot before I made my way across the great room. "You have this way of making me feel so vulnerable... and so safe at the same time," she whispered, kissing me on the cheek.

"I'm about to make you feel all kinds of things," I grinned as I set her down gently on the loveseat.

She looked up at me in wonder as I stood there, my eyes gazing over her incredible body. I felt something of my own, my cock stirring as a flash of pride ran through me. "God... she's my wife," I said to myself as I stared. "How did I ever get so lucky?"

She didn't move. Well, she did, but she didn't budge from the seat. She put her arms along the back, and slowly spread her legs, opening herself up for me. In essence, she was doing just what she said... making herself vulnerable. And that turned her on in so many ways.

"What are you going to do to me, baby?"

Dropping to my knees, I crawled over to her. "The first thing I'm going to do is make you feel at home here, Anna. And the best way to do that is to make you cum."

There was no need for foreplay. We'd been doing that pretty much since we left Indiana. Sure, there were hours and hours where we were each alone in our cars; but I know my mind seldom strayed from Ann and the thought of sex. Looking at her sitting on the loveseat, it was hard for me to believe she hadn't done the same.

Reaching under her ass, I pulled her closer to the edge of the cushions. She caught her breath, the primal desire in my eyes letting her know I was about to take her. I pressed my face forward, licking from her ass to her clit with one hard, aggressive swipe of my tongue. I'd flattened it out, dragging it over her pussy to cover as much area as possible, and she growled in response. I could tell she was grasping the top of the tiny couch from the way she moved, silently preparing for what I was about to do to her.

She still didn't see it coming. Not the way I attacked her pussy. It was raw and wild; nothing like the way I usually ate her out. I'd had my fair share of sloppy blowjobs, the kind where it was more about the intensity and the passion than it was about the technique. And truthfully, those of the wet, slobbery, sex-crazed variety were often the most memorable; fueled by lust. I was giving Ann the cunnilingus version of that experience.

I was drooling, my mouth trying to cover her entire pussy. My tongue was all over, licking here and lapping there. I sucked at her labia, pulling the lips in a lewd, wicked way. She spread her legs wider, stretching herself, making her pussy widen for me to ravage with my mouth. I dug deep inside, forcing as much of my tongue into that gaping hole as I could; doing the same to her ass from time to time just to let her know I hadn't forgotten about that forbidden pleasure zone.

Latching onto her clit, I grabbed her thighs from underneath, curling my arms around them to hold her in place while I assaulted her swollen bud with my teeth and tongue. She screamed, announcing to her new neighbors that a slut had arrived to live next door, her orgasm echoing around the cavernous room; the emptiness of the place making the cries of passion seem louder and longer.

She drenched my face, yet I continued, sucking and slurping at her cunt, holding my lips tight against her pussy to create a vacuum. Hollowing my cheeks, I batted the little appendage around, feeling her hands fly to my head. She gripped my hair violently, her legs clamping shut around my ears, holding me in place as she arched her back. Her thighs started shaking as I pawed at her ass, pulling her cheeks apart. She felt my fingertips stabbing at her asshole and she finally let go of my scalp, her body slumping into the cushions as she struggled to catch her breath.

"God... th... that was... amazing!" she panted, her perfect breasts rising and falling rapidly as she sucked in oxygen.

I reached up and pinched one of her nipples, making her eyes dart in my direction, a growl coming from deep inside her chest. "Good. Your first orgasm in our house should be amazing."

"Yours is going to be too, baby," she said as she started to get up.

I put my hand on her chest, letting her know I didn't want her to move. Grabbing the camera I'd snuck into the house when I opened front door, I held it up to my face, catching the disheveled look of a woman still in the afterglow of her powerful climax in my lens. She spread her legs wider, offering an unobstructed view of her cunt and the damp cushion underneath.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 97



After a few pictures, I went out and opened the garage, backing her car inside so I could unload it. She was undeterred, walking out with me, uncaring if someone might peer outside and see her standing naked in the light coming from the sixty watt bulb overhead. We carried her things inside, and then I told her she should go get cleaned up while I unloaded my car. She pouted, but grabbed her overnight bag to head down the hallway.

My intention was to get the hide-a-bed pulled out and made for the night. In fact, I'd told her that I was going to hang some old sheets over the front windows so we'd have some privacy. The front two windows of the living room were the only ones in the house where someone could see inside. Unfortunately, that was the room we'd be sleeping in, and while I didn't have a problem eating her pussy in a darkened house when no one knew we were moving in, I didn't think it would be wise to wake up in a room where the neighbors would be able to watch us sleeping... and whatever else we might feel like doing.

Since we'd be sleeping in the great room until my old bed arrived with the movers early the next week, it made sense to find a way to temporarily cover the windows. That would also give us time to find window treatments that we actually liked instead of having to rush. I quickly unloaded my car, putting everything in what would be the dining room area of the great room. Putting Ann's car back into the garage for the night and closing the overhead door by hand, I walked into the house and started throwing the cushions of the couch onto the floor, ready to pull out the bed.

She had been in the hallway bathroom, mainly because it was closest and centralized in the house, with no windows for anyone to see in. It was an odd bit of modesty on her part, since the only room where anyone could see inside was great room, and she'd just been naked in there while I ate her. Hearing the toilet flush, she walked out, carrying her bag, saying she'd decided that she'd rather use the master bathroom after all. Laughing as I shook my head, I yanked on the handle, the bed easily popping up out of the frame.

I'd just started to put on a fitted sheet over the mattress when I saw her out of the corner of my eye. She had come back down the hallway, and stood frozen at the entrance of the room. "You don't need to do that," she said, her voice sounding like she'd just seen the shark in Jaws and she was telling me we needed a bigger boat.

"What?" I asked, unsure I'd heard her right.

"I think you need to come see this," she motioned.

I found myself being led down the hall, watching her sexy ass sway seductively in front of me as she held my hand. I followed her into the master bedroom, where she turned and pointed like a showroom model.

"What the...." I mouthed; my voice catching in my throat.

"My words exactly," she said, clutching onto my arm as she leaned her head against my shoulder. "I think we'll be sleeping in here."

She was right. We weren't going to be sleeping on the hide-a-bed. In fact, we likely weren't going to be sleeping, at least for a while. Whatever we'd end up doing, we'd be doing it in the master bedroom on the majestic king-sized bed that was centered on the wall to our left as we entered the room. I circled the bed, making my way around to the foot, the toy chest placed prominently there in perfect position. I continued to make my way to the other side, standing between the two windows along the back of the room, the little hallway leading to the master bath and the walk-in closet to my right as I stared across the huge mattress toward Ann, who was still by the door.

"Where did this come from?" I asked, the question resonating through the room.

"The furniture store... in Virginia," she replied, a wicked smile on her face as she moved toward the bed, her hands pressing against the mattress like she was testing it. "This is going to be comfortable, baby."

Ignoring the second comment, I remained focused on the first. "What do you mean the furniture store?"

"This is the one we picked out, Neil. Remember?"

Looking at the headboard, the silvery black metal frame with the ornate gold trimming became familiar. It was one of the beds we'd picked out at the store in my old home town in Virginia; the same store where we'd purchased the couch and love set. Ann and I had actually looked at several beds there, and we'd settled on two of them. One was a queen-sized, which was the one we were going to buy when we had the money, as it was more reasonably priced. The one that currently resided in the bedroom was the one we wished we could buy.

Truth be told, I was going to buy it. I'd thought about it several times on the trip home. With the cash gift the Becks had given us, it was going to allow us to do some things for the house that we previously knew we'd have to put off; getting a proper bed for my new wife being one of them. We'd originally planned on using my old bed from my room at my parents' house, which was currently on a moving van somewhere heading east from Indiana. And the original plan was when we had enough money, we were going to get the queen bed. Instead of doing any of that, somehow it was a king, and it had been done for us.

Ann reached for an envelope that was taped to one of the round black bars of the headboard. I smiled, thinking of a conversation I'd had with her at the furniture store, teasing her about how it would be perfect for those nights she was in a more submissive mood. It was lighthearted banter as we went back and forth, trying to turn each other on that day, like every other day we'd ever been together; but we both knew we couldn't afford the bed. Instead of dwelling on that disappointment, she reminded me that we were going to use the big spare bedroom as our makeshift bondage playground. It was her way of letting me know that the bed didn't matter... I did.

Still, she caught me staring at the headboard. Her eyes quickly shifted to the toy chest at the other end, before bringing them back to mine. Reading my mind, she said, "Since we won't have the other bed until next week, we can use this one on Sunday, baby... but just this one time."

"What are you talking about?" I asked, playing dumb.

"After this weekend, any time I'm Annabelle, we're going to be using the dungeon," she smiled.

"The dungeon? What are you talking about... the crawl space?" I wondered, thinking about the area underneath the house, which actually was big enough on one end that we could probably use it that way.

She arched her eyebrow, flashing another wicked grin. "I was talking about the guest room, although now I'm going to have to call it the playroom."

"So there's no dungeon, then," I laughed.

"There might be," she winked. "I might be willing to try the crawlspace once... and we'll see if it stays on our list." I felt myself actually flush with excitement, although I didn't know why. She saw my reaction and held up her hand. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves, baby. First, that's one I'd have to approve ahead of time, and it would have to be a lot warmer than it is now. But I'd be lying if I said it didn't excite me."

"Ann, I was just teasing."

"So? Some of our best ideas come from us teasing each other." She waved at me, letting me know it was a subject for another time. "Back to my point, I'm willing to let you use our new bed this weekend when I'm Annabelle. After that, it's off limits."

"Seems a bit extreme, doesn't it?" I laughed.

"Not really," she replied as she opened the envelope, pulling out a card. "You already know I want to keep that side of me detached from the other parts. The easiest way to do that is to have a separate place for when I'm her."

"Well, if that's the case, we'll just have to find some other way on Sunday."

She shrugged and said, "Suit yourself, baby. I'm just letting you know if you want to do it, I'm okay with it this one time." Sitting on the edge of the bed, she opened the card, her eyes widening as she read it to herself. Looking up at me, I could see the little tear falling from the corner of her eye.

"It's from Carol, isn't it?"

She nodded, reading the card to me.

Neil and Ann,

I suppose saying 'surprise' right now is like putting the cart before the horse, but I can't help it. Surprise!

Ann, if you could have seen the look on Neil's face and how upset he was about the thought of bringing you home to your new house without a real bed to sleep in on your first night, you'd know exactly why there's one in your bedroom right now. And this isn't just any bed. I was told by Adele from the furniture store that this is the one you really wanted all along. I can see why.

She said you were actually going to get a different one. She even had it set aside. But I asked her to show me all the ones you looked at. When I saw this one and she said it was the one you dreamed about, I knew I needed to get for you. It's my wedding gift for the two of you. While the other one was nice, this one is big enough for three people. I suppose I'm being a little presumptuous, but the selfish side of me is hoping that little added benefit is going to be important in the near future.

Congratulations on your wedding. Tina told me it was a beautiful ceremony. I wish I could have been there. I can't wait to see some pictures. Enjoy the bed tonight. I'm sure it's going to get a real workout.

Love,

Carol

Ann looked at me, her eyes misty as she gripped the card. "I... I --"

"I know, babe," I said as I got on the mattress, crawling across the large space between us to hold her. 

"How did she get it in here?"

"She introduced us to our realtor. We don't own the house yet."

"And he has a key," she nodded.

Nodding, I said, "I can't believe Carol actually thinks we're going to share this bed with her."

Ann laughed; the mood lightening as she pressed her head into my shoulder. "I can't either. She's such a slut."

"So are you, Anna," I whispered as I kissed her on the forehead.

She giggled, her infectious laugh filling the room. "I know I am. I'm thinking we should invite her over right now,' she moaned.

"I don't think so, babe."

My answer surprised her, and she pulled back, her big brown eyes batting in front of me. "Really?"

"Really. You're the only woman I'll ever need."

"Aw... that's so sweet baby.

"It's true."

"I know... but we are going to do it someday, right?"

"Ha! Yes, Anna. I wouldn't go back on our word with her. She's too good of a friend, and she's done so much for us. But right now --"

"Right now I'm the only woman you need."

"You're the only woman I'll ever need."

"Mmm," she moaned as she kissed me. "And that's one of the reasons I love sharing you so much."

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There wasn't going to be any sharing, at least not for the foreseeable future, and we were both okay with that. But it was exciting to know that those possibilities were still going to exist somewhere down the line. Sure, there might come a time when Ann and I would mutually decide that we were going to permanently curtail our extracurricular sexual activities... at least as far as having additional people in them. But that seemed unlikely, even though those instances were going to be happening far more seldom than before. We both loved the idea of keeping that option open.

But it was closed for now. All my thoughts and dreams were fulfilled by the woman who had given her vows to me, just like I had to her. She was everything I could have hoped for in a wife, and more. And now that I had her in our home, all to myself, all I could do was think about how I wanted to make her happy.

She must have been thinking of doing the same thing for me. We kissed again, her passion making my heart pound as she tongued my mouth. But just as quickly as she started, she stopped, hopping up off the bed.

"I'm going to take that shower now, baby. You get the bed ready... and take your shower in the hall bath. I'll meet you in here in an hour, okay?"

With that, she ushered me out the open bedroom door, giggling as she walked around the corner, locking herself in the master bathroom.

I was suddenly thankful that we'd gotten the set king-sized red satin sheets from Gloria as a sexy wedding gift. I never dreamed we'd actually get to use them, thinking when Ann opened them that we'd be getting the queen-sized bed instead. Once I made the bed, I went down the hall, taking a long, steamy shower to get the day's grime off of me. It was incredible how something as simple as soaping myself under the hot spray could rejuvenate me, but it did. It had been a long day, and I was hoping it would go on a little longer. Actually, the way my cock was throbbing when I dried myself off, I was counting on it.

When I got out of the bathroom, I turned to head toward the bedroom, only to find the door closed and locked. I knew she had her reasons, so I walked into the great room, taking the time to put the hide-a-bed back into the couch. Sitting on the cushions in the dark, my body still warm from the shower, I closed my eyes, feeling my shaft pulse.

By the time the door to the bedroom opened, I had no idea how long I'd been there. I only knew my erection was gone, and I was now on the cold side. I might have even dozed off for a moment.

"I'm ready, Neil," she called down the hallway, her sexy voice enough to arouse my libido once again.

I got up, making my way down the hall, closing the door behind me as I turned to my left to see her lying on the bed. She'd lit a couple of candles, placing them on the windowsills to give us some light, the flickering flames showing the fire in her eyes. 

She was wearing a sexy black teddy, the sheer fabric hiding very little. It came down just past her crotch, but that didn't matter with her lying down. She'd pulled it up, showing off the black g-string covering her pussy. I could see her erect nipples through the top, smiling that she'd gone without the matching bra. It was a simple outfit, yet it was like the hottest thing I'd ever seen her wear, partly because of the way it contrasted against the silken red sheets.

I also noticed she'd gone without any heels, a subtle hint of what she was hoping was about to happen. Had she been wearing them, it would have been an obvious sign that she wanted to fuck. But with her bare feet pointing toward the foot of the bed as she lay curled on her side, it was easy to read her body language. She wanted me to make love to her. I couldn't think of a better way to break in the bed.

Crawling up next to her, she pressed her hand against my chest, rolling me onto my back. "My turn," she hissed, kissing me deeply.

Her mouth trailed down my body, kissing my neck and shoulders before taking a long, slow trip down my torso. She inched along, licking, sucking and nibbling as she went. She spent forever toying with my nipples, playing with them in her mouth. I let out a long sigh and she giggled in response, knowing she was getting to me.

Moving further, she dragged her tongue, snaking it along my skin. When Ann dug her tongue into my navel, my cock lurched against her body, and I felt her hand grab it. She squeezed gently as she licked toward my crotch.

She sucked on my balls with such love and attention that I almost felt spoiled. She looked at me, her eyes capturing mine as she licked along the length of my shaft. I'd never seen her look more confident as she took the head of my cock past her lips, sucking on the tip as she pressed it against my stomach.

I groaned at the way she moved, taking me into her mouth. Her tongue was twirling, making me buck my hips as she pulled my shaft straight up. She began sucking me deep, the head of my cock easing down her throat as she inched more and more inside. Finally her lips pressed against the base, creating a seal as she breathed through her nose. She held herself still, humming over my cock as her hands massaged my thighs.

Just as I was getting used to the magical things she was doing with her mouth, she pulled off. In seconds, she stripped off the g-string, lifting her leg over my body as she grabbed my prick, sinking her pussy over me in a long, seductive stroke.

"Oh God," she exhaled, her hands finding my shoulders as she started riding me.

My hands went under her teddy, cupping her breasts as she rose up and down. Taking that as some kind of cue, she reached down and lifted the bottom of the black top, pulling it off and tossing it onto the floor with her panties. It was such a rush to see her reflection in the open window, the candles making the image all the more seductive. I loved the idea that we could leave the windows uncovered and no one could see inside, offering an erotic ambiance that I knew we'd take advantage of often.

Having cum twice earlier in the day, we both knew we had a lot of time. She was taking it slow to start, rolling her hips, making the strokes long and deep. After a time, she was tiring, even though she wasn't going that fast. Sensing the need to change things up, I put my arm around her lower back, rolling her over with my cock still impaled deep inside her.

I began humping into her, letting her relax as I did all the work. I was lying on top of her, barely moving my pelvis, wanting her to feel full constantly. I began kissing her, and her hands went around my head, holding us. We kissed more than we made love, paying more attention to what we were doing with our mouths than what was happening below our waists.

She held my head, and I brushed her hair, my groin moving every so often to remind her that I was buried inside. Not that she needed that reminder. The way her pussy was gripping at my shaft, I knew she was letting me know how much she loved having it stuffed full.

As her tongue probed my mouth, our passion slowly started to build once more. I could feel her getting wetter around my shaft and she let out a moan. "I just came," she sighed, even though it was but a tremor. It still counted in her mind, and I knew a bigger one was on the horizon once we decided to finally start again.

It wasn't like I was teasing her, or drawing things out. It was just how things evolved, and it seemed so natural. We were coupled, and that was more than enough for us at the moment. In some silent way we were letting things happen; letting the lovemaking come to us.

It finally did. Ann's right hand drifted down my back, her left leg moving up along my thigh until it rested on my hip. Her fingers started playing with my ass, feeling along the top of my crack, toying with me. As she bent her body to do that, it spread her pussy, making my cock slip deeper inside her tight, wet hole.

"Oh baby," she cooed, a simple cry of passion to let me know she needed more.

My left hand went to her breast, squeezing it as I pulled my cock almost all the way out, before slowly grinding it back inside. She let out a hiss when I did that again, bucking into me slightly the second time. On my third stroke, my hips fired harder, making her shake.

"Uh-huh," she grunted, a little nod of her head as she licked her lips.

I moved up, my knees pulling forward, widening to lower my shaft and give me more leverage. She opened her thighs, her knees bending so that she could put the soles of her feet on my hips. I could feel her labia stretching around my shaft, tightening as she spread herself for me. It was a more vulnerable position, one predicated on a desired result. She wanted to make love... but she wanted it to feel like she was being fucked.

That sounded strange in my head, but I knew what she needed. I grabbed her knees, pressing down on them to make her groin flex. The look in her eyes said it all, even though they were half-closed. She was ready to be taken.

I pulled out until just the tip of my cock was inside her pussy. Then I thrust into her, my cock ripping deep until I bottomed out.




Ann: A Love Story Ch. 97



"Oh FUCK!" she yelped, her hands going to her breasts, cupping them.

As I began hammering her pussy, a controlled rage ran through me as I tried to maintain the love-making and not have it spill over into all-out, animalistic sex. Her fingers wandered. She began pinching her nipples, rolling them between her fingers and thumbs as I pounded away. My balls were slapping into her ass, my pelvis hitting her clit over and over in a steady rhythm.

She pulled her nipples, stretching them out, grunting as she closed her eyes. I pressed her knees to the mattress, and she yelped again, her chest rising as she tried to adjust her body to the way I was treating her lower half. I could feel her clit dragging across my shaft, along with her pussy ring. Even though she was soaked, the friction we were creating was building inside her. And the load was building in my balls.

When her back arched, her mouth opened. Nothing came out at first as her climax hit her. But seconds later, she let out a loud, earth shattering scream.

"OH NEIL! I'M CUUUUMMIIIINNNGGGGGG!"

"I'M CUMMING TOOOOOOOOOO!" I yelled with her, our orgasms hitting us at the exact same moment, the stars aligning in the skies just outside our window.

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Ann was curled up on her side, my arm draped over her body as I played with her nipple. We were snuggling under the covers, the warmth of her body making my heart smile as the two of us stared through the window toward the stars in the clear night sky.

She let out a loving moan; one of those that let me know she was thinking about something. All I had to do was ask.

"What's on your mind, babe?"

"Hmm... I was just thinking about something you told me once."

"Yeah, what's that?"

"We were talking about how people think their wedding is the most important day of their life, and you said if that's true, what do you have to look forward to the next day?"

"I didn't say that, babe. Rebecca did. I just told you about it during the reception, remember?"

"Okay. But you said it to me, and that was what I was thinking about. Of course, I was thinking more along the lines of sex."

I chuckled, thinking about how she always seemed to twist things in that direction. "What about it?"

"I was just thinking that as amazing as today has been, I have tomorrow to look forward to."

I kissed her on the neck, squeezing her breast tenderly. "Me too."

She sighed contentedly. "I'm just can't get over how I'm going to be thinking that every night the rest of my life. I love you, Neil."

"I love you too, Anna."

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Again, many thanks to my faithful readers. You've made this such a joy. But fear not... I'm already working on other projects that I'm extremely excited about. And one of them includes a sequel to Ann! 



Ann: A Woman's Tale



CHAPTER 1

What Happened After the Bus Ride or Ann's Story

You all remember the song called " The Trolley Car Song" about the turn of the century where a certain young innocent lady went for a ride and lost her heart instead. Well let me tell you I lost more than my heart or maybe I did not lose anything but gained a lot instead. I know because I am a lady that went on a bus ride and the same thing happen to me when I saw this tall, handsome young young man and just like the song my heart started to reel when I looked at him. What happened in the song happened to me and just as I started to leave the bus he took hold of my hand and as if it were suddenly the most natural thing I stayed on till the end of the route with his hand holding mine although the funniest feeling passed over me and I felt a strange twinge between my legs when he took hold of my hand. It was as if I had touched my own pussy, which I had done a few times although good girls aren't supposed to do those things or even think or know such words as pussy.

Robert was a good looking guy about 20 years old and was a part owner in a software store with his father. He lived with his parents and his younger sister Susie who I found out was my age, about 18. As we talked on the bus I found out that Robert had never really had any girlfriends he was serious about and I never had any boyfriends I was serious about. I told Robert I had just finished school and was working as a secretary in an architect's office. I had a brother about 21 and a younger sister about 16 in eleventh grade in high school and never had any serious boyfriends although I had played games like spin the bottle or truth or dare. As I said Robert was good looking with brown hair, about 5'11" and weighted about 165 lbs. I was 5'5" tall, blonde hair with measurements of 34-24-36 and was always told by my older brother that I was very attractive. By the way my brother's name is David, after my father and my young sister is called Abby.

Well, as I was saying we stayed on to the end of the route where it ended in a park area. There was an ice cream stand there and he asked if he could treat me to an ice cream and I replied yes as I wanted to spend some time with Robert and get to know him better. After finishing the ice cream I suggested a walk through the park as it was only mid-afternoon on this beautiful spring day. As we walked we saw a rabbit and tried to chase it, going off the path into the wooded parts of the woods. We soon came to a clearing and Robert took off his jacket and laid it upon the ground so that I could sit on it without spoiling my dress, never dreaming that more than his jacket was going to laid on the ground that day. 

I sat down on the jacket with my legs extended and Robert sort sat in back of me so I could sort of lean on him. This was all happening fast and I was a little confused as a good girl doesn't end up in the woods with a boy. He sort of put his arms around me and the next thing I know his lips were touching mine and we were kissing . All of a sudden he sort of open my mouth and put his tongue in my mouth and started rubbing his tongue on mine. I started to feel faint but did not want his kissing to stop. We kissed some more and he put his arms around me and put his hand on the outside of my blouse over my breasts. I started to move his hands when he kissed me again and started to press against my breasts and starting feeling them through my clothing. Once again I had that funny feeling and it was feeling good. I told Robert he mustn't do things like that and he sort of smiled and nodded. He asked if I wanted to get up and move on but I told him I could trust him and would stay there but only do kissing. I told him not to touch my breasts any more.

We kissed some more and my breath became heavy. I think Robert noticed because I felt his hand on my leg and he was rubbing my knee. The next thing I know he was rubbing my thigh and then rubbing my pussy through my lace pink panties. I had completely lost all reasoning and surrendered myself to Robert but did not tell him. The next minute he had his finger under the crotch of my pink panties and I lost all control of my senses. I was breathing hard, wiggling every way to feel that sensation in my pussy. I was in ecstasy and told Robert so.

The next thing Robert grabbed hold of my hand and put it on a bulge sticking out of the front of his trousers. I knew this was his cock as I had seen a baby cock when changing them while babysitting. Robert undone the fly buttons on the front of his trousers and this big huge gigantic cock popped out. I could hardly get my hand around it, but it felt so good to hold and there were drops of moisture coming out of the end of it.

Robert meanwhile had lifted up my skirt and petticoats so that my white silk stockings, white suspender belt and pink panties were showing. No man had ever seen me like this but who cared right now. I had lost all inhibitions. Robert looked at me and said that not only was I beautiful on top but also underneath. He asked if he could slip off my pretty lace panties and after a moments hesitation I lifted my body up so he could slide them off. I was exposed to Robert and the world. He touched my pussy which was very wet and then he slid his middle finger inside my pussy. I thought I would die of pleasure. At the same time he rubbed the top of my bush when all of a sudden my breath quicken, I felt like passing out and a strange mysterious feeling came from my pussy and I almost passed out. Robert told me this was what they called an orgasm and that I had probably cum, whatever that was, but I know that it felt so good I wanted to cum again and wanted to know if Robert could also cum.

I once again seized Robert's cock and started touching it and then stroking it. Robert's eyes started to roll back in his head and all of a sudden his cock swelled up and this white cream started to come out the end of it in torrents. After Robert calmed down I asked him if this is men call coming and he said it was. I got out my handkerchief from my purse to clean my hands off from his jitsum and had a few drops on my finger which I touched to my lips and knew this was some of the sweetest juice I had ever tasted. I knew then I wanted to taste more, much more. 

Robert and I talked about how we had cum and the sensations we had felt running through our bodies. One of us casually said we would have to try it again sometime. The thing though was as we talked we started to get hot sexually again. I told Robert of how I had tasted his juice and wanted to taste more. He asked me to run my tongue over the top of his cock or prick as he said all the guys call there thing. I told him I could never do that being the good girl I was. Robert said he did not know if I was a good girl or not but I was a great lady. He said it so affectionately. I slowly lowered my head down to the head of his cock or prick and flicked my tongue across it. I tasted some juice leaking from the head and knew I had to taste a lot more. I licked my tongue across the head of his prick and then down the sides to the root. He told me to cup his balls underneath and handle them gently while I was licking his cock. I then opened my mouth more and enclosed his cock in my mouth and started to work my mouth up and down on him. I looked up at him and he had a big grin on his face and I winked at him. I think I was falling for him. I continued working my mouth up and down his prick and all of a sudden it go rock hard in my mouth, Robert started convulsing and torrents of cream or cum started coming out of his cock. I swallowed so I did not choke and held some of his come in my mouth as I wanted to savour the flavour of it. As I was savouring the flavour Robert french kissed me. It was divine. I then licked his cock and balls clean with my tongue.

Robert said turn about was fair play and had me lie on my back with my legs spread. I opened wide and Robert put his head between my legs and started to run his tongue all over my cunt and up into my bush. I started to get that feeling again. He would flick on the edge of my hole and then put his tongue inside and draw it out and go up to the top of my cunt where my little button was getting hard as a rock. He the crouched up a little and asked me to unbutton my blouse and unhook my bra. I complied and Robert started sucking on my breasts at the nipples. My nipples got rock hard and grew about one-half inch in size. He also cupped them at the same time. He then slid down and started sucking my cunt again while slipping one finger in my cunt and playing with one of my nipples with the other. Seeing how hot I was he took both my hands and placed my fingers on each nipple and instructed me to play with them as he then took his hands and opened my pussy lips wide and stuck his tongue in. He then licked my button and I started to cum and cum. He kept licking, I kept playing with my nipples and kept cumming. He slowed down with his licking till he almost stopped and started licking some more before taking my clit in his mouth and sucking me and I came again. He kept this up three or four times. We later figured out I was having multiple orgasms. Never had I felt such pleasure in my life. 

Robert then said we should fuck. I told him I never hear that word before and he explained what it was. I laid back down on the jacket with my dress and petticoats pulled up about my waist. I still had on my white suspender belt and stockings and Robert said they could stay on. My pink panties I had put in my handbag. Robert then got down between my knees and I helped him guide the tip of his cock to the entrance of my hot steaming juicy wet cunt. He started to slide it inside and it filled up my hole that I thought it would split me but then it slipped in somemore and met another resistance. Robert pushed, I cried out a little and the pain went away and pure pleasure returned. 

Robert started working his body up and down and I started to match his up and down strokes with my hips. He lifted his body up a little and told me to squeeze one of my nipples and rub my clit. As I was doing this and Robert was fucking me we looked into each others eyes and we knew we were ready to cum again. I said yes and we both came together. For two people who before today had never cum we were doing great. I told Robert I wanted to lick his juicy cock after he took it out of my pussy. For the next seven minutes or so Robert would put his cock in my pussy, it would soak up our juices, he would take it out again and I would lick it off with my tongue and then french kiss Robert. I did this till there was no more of his sweet juice left in my pussy. We then straightened up our clothes and departed to catch the bus home. On the way to the bus, I had a crazy idea and took my panties out of my handbag, lifted my skirt, rubbed them all over my pussy and gave them to Robert to keep as a souvenir. We then caught the bus and Robert said he would call me during to week to make another date for next weekend.

CHAPTER 2

LET YOUR FINGERS DO THE WALKING

Robert did not call until Thursday night and for a while I had the feeling he was not going to call me at all, thinking I was a wanton women. We made a date to go to a concert Saturday night after which Robert took me home and met my parents. 

The next day, Sunday Robert came over to the house. My parents and sister had gone out of town and my brother had a date with his girlfriend, Judy. That left Robert and myself alone.

Then the pleasures began again. We talked and at the same time made some confessions to each other. He told me that he had taken my panties to bed with him each night and would sniff the crotch and then would stroke himself into coming. I confessed that I had rubbed my clit a couple of times and cum but had stopped when I had my monthly cycle which was over yesterday afternoon.

Robert said that he would like to watch me play with my breasts and pussy and bring myself off in front of him. I told him I would if he would do like- wise. He agreed and then we agreed it would be better to do it on our own than together because one could then enjoy and watch the others pleasure. I wanted to go first and took off my blouse and skirt. Bob then unhooked my brassiere and caressed my tits as he called them. He slipped down my yellow pastel panties and I remained in beige stockings and a yellow satin suspender belt. I sat down in a sort of reclining position with my legs apart and told Robert to pull a chair up in front of me and watch but not touch till I was at least cumming. I started by caressing my breasts and getting my nipples hard. 

Tracing circles around my breast under I reached my tight nipples which took hold of and rolled them, pulling them so my breasts stuck out. I then tried to tongue my nipples with my tongue but could not quite reach them. I then took my hand and started to rub my legs over my stockings tops and then my thighs. I then put my finger in the slit between my legs and worked it up and down, all the time getting wetter and wetter. I massaged my clit and really started to get carried away. I then stuck my finger in my hole, got it soaking wet, looked Robert in the eyes, smiled and licked the juice off my finger. I did this again and offered my finger to Bob who I thought was going to suck my finger off my hand. I put my hand in my cunt and stuck three fingers up my pussy twisting them every way for more pleasure. I told Robert to just stay where he was as I had a treat for him. 

I played with my clit with my other fingers, felt a rush in my pussy and starting cumming while looking Robert deep into his eyes. I slowed down a little, felt another cum building, I stood up and straddled Robert's face so he could bury his tongue in my pussy. He licked my pussy when I was cumming again and his tongue slipped down further and I felt it at my backdoor or asshole as the girls used to say. It was a funny feeling, embarrassing in a way but Bob kept licking and I kept cumming. I finally stopped cumming and got off of his face. I asked where he had hear about the ass tongue licking and he said his parents had some book hidden home with a bunch of pictures and written in French but Robert knew French and was able to interpret the writing. I said he should bring it some time and we could try out the many things he described were in it.

As Robert said it was now his turn to jerk-off for my pleasure. Now I had to not touch Bob. He took off his trousers and underpants and his cock was exposed to view. He sat in the reclining chair and I opposite. He started by getting the end of his cock wet with his saliva and then started to run his finger over the head. The cock started to weep and pretty soon the whole thing was getting wet with a mucus solution. He wrapped one hand around his cock and started stroking it, slowly at first the faster. He cupped and rubbed his balls with the other hand. He was looking at me intensely and said it made him real, real hot to have me watch as he jerked himself off. I was hot as anything to and would have love to dove on his cock with my mouth. He stood and stepped close to me so I could see his thick cock an inch or two in front of my face. Bob was kind of panting as his hand sped back and forth along his thick, hot shaft. 

All of a sudden he convulsed, his dick started shooting gobs of cum which landed all over my face, I felt the hot cum hit my chin, cheek and eyes as it splattered onto my face. Another burst hit me in the neck and over my breasts. He said the next move was mine. I rubbed my hands over my body working his cream into my breast and nipples, smoothing it into my neck. I used my fingers to scoop his cum into my mouth, just loving the sweet taste of him. I reached out and french kissed him, I went to his cock, licked off all the cum, taking his long prick into my mouth, I licked balls and cock clean, then kissed him again.

As time was getting late and my parents were expected within an hour I had Bob put his cock in my pussy and give me a quick fuck. I came three times to his once. I also managed to get all the juice out of my pussy into my mouth as I explained before.

We then straightened up and waited for my parents to arrive.

While waiting my brother David came home and said he and Judy decided to part. He acted a little relieved. I said the next time we got together we would introduce him to Bob's sister Susie who was Ann's age. My parents came home with my younger sister and we all went out to get a bite to eat.



Ann & Ben's Other Seduction



Ann was on a roll. Her sex was becoming an obsession. But where better to let it blossom than here at this resort? Her seduction tactics had been working perfectly. According to their protocol, she went to breakfast by herself to cruise for her next target. Sure enough, she spied what she was looking for. An older woman was dining alone. She was quite attractive, impeccable makeup, a well-conditioned body. But she was alone, perhaps a younger widow, perhaps a recent divorcee looking to reawaken lost desires, perhaps a refugee from a barren marriage. She could be perfect. Ann asked if she could join her. The woman smiled and nodded. 

Ann guided the conversation carefully, learning the woman, Bev, was on her first alone vacation in many years, leaving her husband at home. A bit more prying revealed Bev was indeed there on a break from a cold loveless marriage, not looking to play, just wanting to relax. Perfect, Ann thought. She launched into her plan, wincing in pain as she shifted in her seat. 

"What's wrong?" Bev asked. Ann went into her story of how she had been having too much vigorous vacation sex, leaving her sore. She knew she was making Bev feel a bit deprived, telling her about how horny Ben had been, subjecting her to lots of sex every day and night. "I wish I had that problem," Bev admitted. It was exactly what Ann wanted to hear. 

Ann went on to describe how tropical vacations always made her very horny, that she and Ben loved stealing opportunities to play naughty, such as secretly fondling each other on the beach, stealing orgasms in broad daylight on the beach or at a corner table in the crowded nightclub. Bev said she was impressed at them being so daring. "That makes sex so much more exciting. Besides, no one knows them; what is there to lose; you only live once. Taking a few naughty risks adds so much to the enjoyment."

Bev was suddenly quiet, assessing what this said about her own deprived sex life. She had so few truly erotic memories. "Listening to you tells me I have missed a lot," she said sadly. 

"Oh, I am so sorry for going on like that. I certainly did not intend to make you feel badly," Ann feigned apology. 

"It's OK. You are just making me realize what I have missed," Bev said.

Just then Ben came into the restaurant and found them. He walked up and introduced himself. He said he was just going to grab a bagel and go back to the room. 

After he left them, Ann pressed ahead, "Isn't he cute?" Bev agreed. "And he is an incredible lover." Bev smiled and looked down, now feeling self-conscious. "Maybe I can make it up to you," Ann said softly, moving in for the capture. My husband, Ben, loves my sexuality. He is a very sexy man. And he is very obedient to my desires and ideas. Perhaps you would enjoy joining us on the beach this morning?" 

Bev really felt self-conscious now, wondering what exactly Ann was suggesting. She suspected this couple was looking to pick her up. She was appalled at where this was going. But she was also intrigued. She took too long to say no and Ann picked up on that. 

"It could be really fun," Ann coaxed. Bev smiled now obviously considering the offer. "What have you got to lose?" 

"Sure, why not." Bev finally answered after a long pause. She was flattered and excited at such a bold invitation. Ann smiled and touched Bev's arm. "We could see how it goes."

Back in her room Bev trembled with excitement. She thought to herself, "What the hell do you think you are doing, considering this?" She decided to back out, to not meet them. But she proceeded to try on her bathing suits, suffering over which one she looked best in. She fussed with her makeup and hair. She felt herself marching forward toward her "date" with this bold couple. 

An hour later the three of them walked to the beach. "You look really nice," Ann told her. Bev was flattered, feeling herself being seduced. She felt a knot in her stomach as they kept walking toward the deserted far end of the beach. Ann spread the blanket and directed Ben to lie between them. "Let's give him a massage," Ann suggested, pouring oil onto Ben's back. Bev was excited running her hands across his strong, muscular back. Bev was a bit shocked as Ann pushed the legs of Ben's trunks up to expose his buttocks to the massage. "I'll take this leg and you take the other," Ann instructed as she poured oil the length of each leg. Bev mirrored Ann's kneading as they worked higher and higher up his thighs to his buttocks. She forced herself to dare to knead the man's powerful buttocks. 

Eventually Ann instructed Ben to turn over. His erection filled the front of his trunks. Bev was very close to leaving as Ann poured oil onto his chest and began spreading it. Bev hesitantly participated spreading the oil. "Look at this chest," Ann continued. "Is there any wonder I can't keep my hands off this man?" Bev was now in a trance of excitement and fear over how she was enjoying this. "Isn't this nice, Bev? Isn't this what a tropical vacation is all about?" Bev had to agree with that comment.

Ann poured more oil down the front of Ben's legs. The women kneaded his muscles gradually up his thighs. Bev's mouth was incredibly dry. She felt this had to stop, now. "Check this out," Ann said softly as she fumbled with the legs of his trunks, pushing them up. She reached in and found his cock. She had to stretch the material wide to get him out. Suddenly his erection slipped out into the daylight. "Isn't he beautiful?" she said proudly as Bev gasped seeing him. "Can you see now why I can't get enough of him, not to mention why I had a sore bottom this morning?" Bev was shocked at what was happening. She was shocked to admit to herself she found this extremely erotic and very pleasurable. Her desire to run was replaced with a new and exciting sexual arousal. Her seduction was complete. 

"Doesn't he have a gorgeous cock?" Ann continued, now stroking her hand up and down his shaft bas he moaned. Bev was impressed by his oversized cock head. "Just imagine how that would feel pushing into you." She was imagining exactly that. Ann persisted with her narration, "When he comes, it is a huge explosion. You've never felt anything like it. And he produces a massive quantity of semen." Her graphic description was hypnotic. "Feel him," Ann urged Bev. Bev gingerly took his cock in her hand. She was deeply entranced. His moans made her pussy flow, something she had not felt in years. "Go ahead, make him come," Ann coaxed. 

Bev was totally under Ann's control and Ann knew it. Ann rolled his massive balls around in her hand as Bev stroked his shaft. His moans increased. "You are going to love this," Ann encouraged. Bev stroked up and down, fascinated with the soft texture overlying his rock-hard engorgement. "He's getting bigger. You're going to make him come," Ann continued. Bev was amazed at how his cock head swelled even bigger. She felt his shaft tremble and begin to pulse. He cried out and spurted powerfully. Semen exploded out of him up onto his chest, then another, then another. His fluids then poured out in a steady, heavy flow down over her hand. She stared blankly at this incredibly erotic display of pure erotic sex. 

Moment later Ann announced, "Your turn, Bev." That shocked Bev back to reality. "Go ahead, lie down. Switch places with him. Let's make you come." Bev was again terrified at what was happening. But she was completely under Ann's spell. She looked around afraid they would be caught, but quickly realized no one was near them and she was sheltered between the two of them. She laid on her belly. 

Ann took the lead, still. "Let's slip off your bathing suit and replace it with these shorts and tank top so we can keep you covered but get at you better. She said nothing as she allowed them to slip off her suit and slide on the shorts and tank top. She gave herself over to them. They pushed the top up to expose her back. She moaned as she felt four hands spread the oil and commence a soothing massage. They moved to her legs. The baggy shorts allowed them free access to her bottom. She was a bit shocked feeling Ben massage her back as Ann explored her bottom with oily hands. She moaned as fingers stroked her labia and circled the opening of her vagina. She felt her hand begin to massage her clitoris with the other hand slipped fingers into her vagina. Her climax approached as more fingers filled her pussy. She could not contain her climax, moaning loudly as an incredibly powerful orgasm made her whole body spasmed. It was more powerful than she had ever before experienced. They let her relax for some time before guiding her onto her back. She had never felt so sexual. 

She was breathless as Ben lifted her top to expose her breasts. "Very nice," he commented, flattering her. His breast massage was heavenly. Ann just watched this for a while, before adding her hands to the breast massage. Feeling this man and this woman gently pinching, pulling and rolling her nipples. She came close to an orgasm for just this nipple-play. She had forgotten this treat and suddenly felt grateful for this very unexpected experience. 

"I have a special treat for you," Ann announced softly. She produced a vibrator. The sound shocked Bev back toward reality, suddenly afraid. She had never tried a vibrator, fearing the idea of it. But she was nowhere near having any control over what was happening to her. She jumped when Ann started running it up an down her inner thigh, easing it closer and closer to her pussy. She moaned as it slipped under the shorts and over her labia. "Do you like that?" Ann asked gently. Bev said nothing, just moaning at these incredible new sensations. "Have you ever used a vibrator?" Ann asked. Bev shook her head. This greatly excited Ann, realizing what a treasure this encounter must be for this woman. 

Bev felt the humming run across her labia, through the swollen opening of her vagina, making her groan. It dipped into her slightly. She groaned again. It slid in deeper, then out and around her labia, then back into her again. It was incredible. It moved up to her clitoris circling it deliciously. "Do you like it better here?" Ann asked mischievously..."Or here?" as she slid it back into Bev's vagina, this time much deeper, making her groan again. She could not answer. Ann moved it back and forth, teasing Bev for an answer. 

Ann realized it was a tossup. Bev loved each one. As soon as Ann realized that, she reached into her tote bag and retrieved a second vibrator. "I came prepared," Ann said. "I figured you may be unable to make up your mind, so I have another one." Ann knew how to drive a woman crazy. She slipped the first, larger one deep into Bev's pussy as she snapped on the power of the second one. Ben held the crotch of the baggy shorts to one side so Ann could use both toys on her. Bev took charge of the vaginal vibrator, fucking Bev gently but deeply with it as Ann focused on Bev's clitoris. Bev had a thunderous orgasm. They kept at her this way for two more orgasms. When Bev begged them to stop, they persisted for one more climax, just to make sure. It was spectacular. The past few years Bev's sex life had been reduced to quick stolen moments of masturbation giving her empty little climaxes. She had concluded that would be all for the rest of her life. She had been reawakened. 

After a moment of rest and recovery Ann announced it was her turn. Ann took Bev's spot in the middle. She laid on her back and slithered off her bikini bottoms. She did not want to waste time on a massage now. She had other options for that, remembering her boys back in the massage room. Naughty ideas about that rushed through her mind just then, but she quickly dismissed those in favor of this moment's excitement. She handed the vibrators to Bev. "Go ahead, make me come," she urged. Bev had never done anything with another woman, but she hungered to give this to Ann. She used the two toys to do exactly what she had done to her. Ben watched as Bev concentrated on what she was doing to Ann. She gave Ann two wonderful orgasms. Bev felt very proud of herself, exhilarated over what was happening to her today. 

It had been an incredible experience. Bev had never even fantasized about anything remotely similar to this. She was smitten. When Ann suggested they retire back to their room for some really nice sex, Bev felt like sprinting back to the hotel with them. 

Back in the room, Ann and Bev stripped Bev naked. They asked her to parade around for them to look at her. Bev felt very excited by this. She had long ago concluded she was no longer attractive, but these two changed all that. She could not get enough of them examining her like this, especially when they began exploring her with their hands. She found herself standing in the middle of the room, Ben cuddling close behind her, his erection rubbing against her buttocks, massaging her breasts and holding them for Ann to cuddle close against her front, licking and sucking her nipples as she let her fingers wander through Bev's pubic hair before search for her clitoris. Bev felt an orgasm sweep over her as they did this to her. 

Ann kissed Bev passionately on her lips as Ben kissed the sides of her neck and slid his cock under her crotch, rubbing back an forth in her wetness. She tips her hips back to invite him to push into her. Ann whispered in her ear, "Ben thinks you are one of the sexiest women he ever saw." Bev moaned at this. She was never so frantic to be fucked. "He is dying to fuck you." Ann said. "So am I." Bev was breathless. Her excitement grew to fearful levels. The guided her to the bed. Ann laid back, pulling Bev with her. They kissed passionately as Ben's cock rubbed up and down her soaked pussy. Bev moaned as she felt him start to push into her. She had never had a cock this size. "He's going to fuck you sop nice," Ann whispered to her. Ann cried out with excitement as she felt his huge cock head spreading her vagina. He felt enormous as he slid steadily into her deeper and deeper. She groaned when she felt his pubic bone push against her tailbone, burying his erection all the way in. He pulled back and pushed in harder, then again harder. He began a long, hard, deep fucking. He felt incredible. Ann knew he needed lots fucking before he would come again. It would be perfect. The women made out like teenagers as Ben fucked her. Ann reached down and rubbed Bev's clitoris, making her climax yet again. 

Soon Ann instructed them to get up from the bed. Bev moaned with disappointment as Bev slid out of her, making her realize even more just how much he filled her. Ben sat on the sofa. Ann guided Bev to back up to him and sit on his lap. She knelt and guided Ben's cock back into Bev's pussy. As Bev settled down onto his cock, she felt even more deeply filled. It was almost too much. She eased back against his chest as he gathered her breasts into his hands. Ann leaned over them and sucked Bev's nipples as Bev started to ride up and down on Ben's cock. 

Ann moved down, kneeling between their thighs. She began kissing Bev's pubis, eventually finding her clitoris with her mouth. Bev settled down all the way onto Ben's erection, It was incredibly deep in her. She moaned as Ann simultaneously sucked and swirled her tongue on Bev's clitoris. The mix of sensations scrambled Bev's consciousness. It was so much. A huge orgasm swept over her. She heard herself crying out very loud. She suddenly feared others could hear this and become alarmed. That thought quickly passed as Ann licked her to another orgasm. 

Ann pulled Bev off Ben's lap and sat her on the sofa next to Ben. She realized Ann was fucking her with Ben's cock. Ben knelt between Bev's spread legs and Ann sat next to her on the sofa. "Oh my, look at that," Ann said directing all their attention to Bev's now red and inflamed pussy. "I think someone is having fun," Ann quipped, smiling. 

"Yes, I think so," Bev panted. "Please, fuck me some more," she begged Ben. They all watched, fascinated by the view of Ben's oversized cockhead nudging her pussy, trying to work back into her.

"That's a pretty erotic sight," Ann comment, stroking Bev's breasts and kissing the side of her neck. They watched Ben's cock slide into her as she groaned.

"He's so big," Bev moaned. 

"Do you like it?" Ann teased. Bev just nodded, now unable to speak. Ben began to fuck her slowly, deeply, firmly. Ann stroked and lightly kissed Bev's face, neck and breasts as she allowed Bev to concentrate undistracted on Ben's fucking. Bev tolted her head back and lost herself in the sensations. Eventually, Ben scooped Bev into his arms and swung her to the carpet. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and held on as he fucked her hard, fast and deep. It was the first time she ever climaxed from fucking alone. Prior to this she had always needed clitoral stimulation to have an orgasm. Just as that orgasm began to fade Ben groaned he was going to come. "You're going to love this," Ann told her. Ben cried out very loudly as he had a huge climax. 

"Wow, I feel sure feel that," Bev said, impressed with such a powerful ejaculation. he went on and on for some time. He held still in her until he finally began to shrink. He slipped out. Ann laid on the floor next to Bev and spread the fluids that now poured out of her all over her body.