Ann: A Love Story Ch. 10

"No, Jill did. We actually waited a couple of hours until it was dark. Then Jill said the cum wasn't fresh enough, so I got my rocks off a third time. Jill fucked me in front of Dawn while I held the damn gun on her, and then I pulled out and spewed another load on Dawn's face. With my fresh cum on her, Jill took her to the front porch, and tied her to the support pole to the left; the one kind of hidden a little more. Dawn had her hands stretched above her head, and she had her legs spread. Jill took a couple of Polaroid's of her, and then she left her out there for over an hour."

"How did she get down?"

"I had to go out the back of the house, walk around the block, and walk up the sidewalk acting like I was the husband discovering the Heiress on his front porch. It was actually really neat."

"How is she now?"

"Satisfied. We called in to work for her today so she could sleep. I don't think she got a lot after you left, and she spent all day and night dealing with Jill. She's beat."

"But what about all that crap you told me about Dawn not wanting to fuck you? She told me the same thing?"

"That's what made the scene so intense for her. I wanted to fuck her, and she didn't, just like the Heiress. It made it more believable in her eyes, because she was 'forced' to do it."

"And now everything's going to be okay...when she's just your roommate? You just go back to normal?"

"Face it, Neil. After the weekend you gave her, there wasn't going to be a normal for us anymore. She moved in to begin with because she didn't want to be alone after she broke up with Earl. She said she needed to heal. But, she's had an apartment for two months. She got it because she said she didn't want be a burden to me and Jill, which was a crock. And she knew it, which is why she was still here. Every time she started to move, she'd have a relapse. But she told us before she went to bed last night that she needed to move on. Something about this being another place she didn't need anymore."

I knew what he meant. Dawn was talking about our time together at our spot by the river. I got a warm feeling in my heart, and I said, "Sounds like she's in a good place in her life, now."

"All because of you buddy. I have to tell you something. Jill was doing Dawn's fantasy, and in the movie, the final sex scene takes place in the same place the very first one does, where they're tied up. Jill was going to take Dawn into her bedroom, just like the script. And that was the only time that Dawn came out of character...Jill told me."

"Why? Was Dawn having second thoughts?"

"No...she wanted to finish what she started. But, she told Jill that she wouldn't do it in her room. She said that she wouldn't 'desecrate the sanctity' of the room she shared with you. You were the only one to make love to her in that room, and no matter what, no one was going to taint that memory for the two of you. Dawn didn't mention that I should tell you that...I just thought you should know. She did tell me to tell you 'Thank you' for helping her heal and for tying her up. She said if you hadn't done that, she never would have gotten to live out her favorite fantasy. And she wouldn't be moving on with her life."

~*~*~*~*~*~

I sat at my desk. The drone of the machines outside my office sounding like industrial crickets, chattering away in the background as I came to terms with what Mark had just told me. I was happy for Dawn...happy for the both of us. And I was jealous of her. She was moving to an apartment, preparing to launch herself into a new beginning, a new chapter of her life. I had been looking for an apartment too. But for the time being, I was still tethered to my parents; the umbilical cord reattached after years of being on my own.

Yet, I took solace in the fact that I, too, was healed. If I had an apartment waiting for me, I'd be moving into it as soon as I got off of work. I was missing Dawn. And yet, I was thrilled that I had the time I had with her. The adage came to mind again. 'Better to have loved and lost'.

But I didn't lose Dawn. I didn't even misplace her. She was with me, like armor, covering my heart. She became my strength and I was bolder because of her. She became my courage, and I could take risks because of her. She became a part of my soul, and I could feel vulnerable because of her. She became my lover, and I was freed because of her.

My mind was taken off of those wonderful thoughts when the phone rang.

"Good morning, Neil Thomas."

"Hi, Neil?"

"Yes."

"This is Ann."

"HEY! This is a surprise." My heart leapt, doing cartwheels inside my chest. Was is callous of me to be so thrilled about hearing from Ann, while moments before I was waxing poetic with that same heart over my lover? No. Deep inside the soul that Dawn was a part of, I knew she would be okay with it. I swear I could feel her smile in my heart...maybe she was causing the cartwheels.

"I don't want to bother you. I'm sure you're working really hard."

"Well, it hasn't been hard so far today, but that might have just changed," I answered with a devilish tone in my voice.

"I'd love to help you with that," she said with a little laugh. "Neil, I just wanted to call and tell you I had a great time last night."

"So did I, especially after I got home."

"Me too! You are going to come tonight, right?"

"I'm not sure. But I will be at the bar with you and Matt."

Ann laughed. She seemed to like that I flirted back just as aggressively as she did with me.

"Matt said to meet him there at 9:00. But I wanted to let you know that I can be there earlier. It's not like I've got a lot going on."

"I'll pick you up at 7:00," I said, glad that like me, she wanting more time together.

"My hero. I don't think I can make it until 9:00 without a drink."

"You drink that much?" I asked, curious when I had no right to be.

"No. I rarely drink, actually. But being in this house again is messing with my sanity."

"Well, relax. Try to find something to take the edge off until tonight."

"Great idea. I'm going to go masturbate again. But that will put me one ahead of you."

"One what?" I said, thinking about her frigging herself and not about what she said at the end.

"Orgasm, silly!"

I was stunned, and at a loss for words; something that didn't happen to me very often.

"See you tonight, Neil."

"Okay Ann. I'll be there at 7:00."

She helped me all right. I was suddenly hard as a rock. That was problematic, since I had to get onto the floor to see what was going on in production. I grabbed a clipboard as a shield, and held it in front of my crotch as I went from area to area to check on the progress against the schedule I'd published when I got there. By the time I finished making the rounds, I was at least able to walk.

I couldn't wait for work to be over, and it wasn't even lunch yet.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Lunch popped into my mind when I thought about it still being morning. I wanted the workday over, and I still had most of it left.

The plant shut down during the half hour lunch break, which was an unpaid period for the hourly employees. Even though I was management, and I was growing my department by leaps and bounds, they still hadn't saw fit to make me a salaried employee. It was a huge bone of contention with me, but it was what it was.

With lunch being off the clock, many people left work and came back. With the town being so small, you could head off to home, or to one of the two fast food joints, Hardee's or Dairy Queen. I seldom did that, since you had to clock in again, and that archaic system allowed you two times during a day to be counted as late. So, I normally ate at my desk. But I decided I would be leaving for lunch. I needed to get away. Running out to get something to eat would be a diversion. Plus, it was a nice day outside.

I called down to a local legend of a restaurant, kind of a hidden gem that was a cross between fast food and dining. They had great food, and it was close. It was located in what used to be an old gas station at the main intersection of town, literally three minutes from work. Only in a small town could you call, place your order, tell them when you'd be there, and it would be hot and ready. But that's what gave the place its' charm...great customer service.

Since my office was right next to one of the employee entrances to the plant, I was out of the door and in my car before the lunch bell rang finished ringing. I was out of the parking lot before anyone else got to their cars.

I had the option of going through the drive through lane just to pick up, or go inside the restaurant. I chose going in, since there would be people in the drive through ordering for lunch. Eleven in the morning would seem early in most places to even think about lunch, but the drive through could back me up to the point that I'd be wolfing down my food at my desk. I always went inside because it was actually faster.

As I walked through the door, the smell hit me, and I stopped in my tracks. It was captivating, making my heart skip a beat, and it wasn't the food. It was the unmistakable scent of just the hint of perfume. I really never noticed what women wore from an aroma aspect, unless they bathed in it. When a woman wore too much, it always got my attention, in the wrong way. But I had never had any fragrance leave such a lasting imprint on my brain as the one I picked up over the smells coming from the kitchen.

I wasn't sure what the name of it was, or even the brand. But I was certain of two things. I had only caught the essence of that bouquet once before in my life; and Ann was somewhere nearby, or she'd just been in the place.

I paid for my lunch and took the bag and drink, but my mind wouldn't let me head to the door. I glanced at the clock and it was only five after. I had twenty minutes of free time, and I wasn't going to waste it eating at my desk just to spare the angst of possibly clocking in late. I walked slowly through the dining area, and finally found Ann tucked in a little nook in the back, hidden in a booth.

She was just taking a huge bite of some type of grilled burger dripping with condiments when I surprised her by sitting down across from her. She smiled as she finished chewing, which seemed to take forever. I'd never seen a woman stuff so much in her mouth. Well, at least not when they weren't having sex.

Ann smiled and wiped her mouth with her napkin. "This place is one of the few things I miss about this town. The onion rings are to die for. But I suppose I just blew the whole illusion that I'm a light eater and that's how I keep my figure."

"As long as you don't tell me you've got an eating disorder, I don't really care. I went through that with the ex and it ended up costing me twenty grand to try and get her better, only to have her start right up again when she got out of the hospital."

Ann looked devastated for me, and she said, "I'm so sorry you had to go through all of that, and everything else she did to you."

"I'm sorry I brought it up, Ann. I really don't want to talk about it. And it's not like I'm trying to hide anything, or that I'm going to go into another depression. I'm just way past that now. I don't want to waste any more time talking about her. It's over. I've moved on. And I'd much rather put that time to good use. And at the moment, I've only got about 18 minutes before I have to leave to go back to work. I want to spend that time eating my lunch with you. Is that all right?"

Ann answered me by slipping off her sandal and putting her bare foot on my crotch, digging her toes into my shaft.

"So, tell me about your day so far," Ann said, knowing she was making my day as we sat there.

With all we had talked about the night before, I thought it was only appropriate that I filled her in on the missing details of what happened to Dawn after I had left. She listened as she ate, but I could tell she was getting worked up; the way her foot was stroking my erection gave her away.

"I'm tempted to go home and get myself off again, but that would put me up by two."

I grabbed her foot, which was starting to work almost exclusively on the head of my straining cock, and I started giving her a foot massage.

"Why'd you stop me?" she said with an evil little grin.

"Because I don't want to cum in my pants."

"But then we'd be even."

"Do you have some thing about us being even, or are you like that with all guys?"

"You make it sound like I have dozens of guys I'm involved with."

"You know I don't think that. And I know you're avoiding the question."

"Okay. It's just a little thing I have. If I talk about being even like this early in a relationship, then it kind of lets the guy know in a subtle way that I expect that he won't leave me out of the party. I'll take care of him if he takes care of me too."

I was stunned by her using saying relationship, but I more stunned by the implication. "So, by saying that, you're implying that you think I'm a selfish lover?"

"I didn't say that. But I've been with enough guys to know it happens."

"Have you been with enough to tell the difference before you jump to conclusions?"

"Point taken. I guess I'd have to say that Californians are definitely 'me first'. So I'm kind of conditioned that way now."

"I'm not sure if your aware, Ann. But I'm not from California. In fact, I've never been there."

"I know you're not from California, Neil. And where I'm at in my life right now, I find that really exciting."

I took a gulp of my drink as I continued to rub her foot. She had finished her meal too, and we sat there in the little time I had left finishing our conversation.

"So, tell me...how do you account for multiple orgasms?" I asked.

"What?' Ann said with a giggle as I caught her off guard.

"In your little game. If you want to make sure you're even, how do you count them? As one, or more than one."

"I've never had one," she said frankly. My expression must have startled her, because she smiled and again said, "What?"

"I have to tell you, Ann, I love a challenge. If I were you, I'd be trying to figure out just how that's going to work, or this game might get really one-sided, and I'd hate for that to happen. It could throw off your entire dating routine for years to come."

I actually made Ann blush. It was a watershed moment. I felt like we went past playful flirting to something so much more right then and there. In reality, I didn't expect anything of any significance to happen. She was going back to California on Sunday morning. I was living at my parents, and she was staying at hers. It wasn't like there was an opportunity for a relationship to blossom, but she had actually said 'relationship' a moment before. It made me wonder what she was thinking about the two of us.

"I'm sorry, Ann, but I have to get back to work," I said as I stood in front of her. My erection was there at eye level now. She got to see what she'd done to me, and she didn't stop staring at it.

I held out my hand, and she took it as she got up.

"Let me walk in front of you so we don't upset the older crowd," Ann said as she scooted in front of me.

"Why? Aren't you proud it? You seemed to enjoy making me this way, and I'm not ashamed, so why should you be?"

"Okay, suit yourself," Ann said, and she walked beside me as we held hands and left the restaurant.

No one noticed. The lunch crowd was too busy going about their business to worry about the crotch of a guy most of them knew hadn't been using it for a long time. At least that's the perception I had of them before the weekend; all sitting in silent judgment of me and my past. Now that I was out of my self-imposed funk, I really didn't care. If they saw me with a huge boner in the company of a gorgeous woman, maybe they'd come to the conclusion that I was well on the road to recovery. In a way, I was a little disappointed that they didn't notice.

Ann walked me to my car because she knew I had to go. I was parked on the street in a lined spot. Since the restaurant was on that main corner in town, it didn't have a parking lot. Ann leaned into me and gave me a long, wet kiss right there on the street; her hand that had been holding mine secretly trapped between us as she fondled the crotch of my jeans.

"Mmmm. I have a good feeling about tonight, Neil."

"Me too, Ann. I'll pick you up at 7:00."

"I'll be waiting."

I opened the door to my car and got in. Ann had stepped up on the sidewalk, and she turned to watch me leave. Just before I closed the door, Ann stopped me to ask a quick question.

"How did you know I was going to be here?"

"I didn't. Just a coincidence, or better yet, fate," I said, thinking back to Dawn explaining her position on what had brought the two of us together for our amazing weekend.

"So, how did you know I was inside, then?"

"I caught your scent."

"My scent?" she questioned, looking a little self conscious.

"Yeah. I'm pretty sure no one in this state wears whatever perfume you do. It's very Californian. At least, that's how I'm thinking of it."

"But I'm not even wearing that much of it today."

"Maybe not, but you wore enough that I noticed."

"Let me get this straight. You were able to pick out the scent of the little dab of perfume I put on this morning, from around the corner of a place filled with all kinds of aromas and smells?"

"It's called fate, babe. Someone must want us to be together. See you tonight."

I closed the door and gave a little wave as I backed out. I watched Ann wave back in my rear view mirror. It was hard to say where we were going with whatever it was between us, although I stuck my neck out by implying that 'someone' wanted us together. To me, it was just nice to be back in the hunt. All my senses were firing and seemed to be on overload. I felt alive again; excited that, even if just for the balance of the week, I had someone my age that wanted to be with me and found me attractive.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Fortunately, I made it back to work on time. But I still had too much time left in the workday, and then a lot of time to kill before picking up Ann. I got bogged down in a paperwork jam during the afternoon that seemed to make the day drag on and on. Normally, for me anyway, I get engrossed in that kind of thing and the day flies. The problem was I was more engrossed in thinking about Ann.

It wasn't the recent events that had me lost in thought. I was reminiscing about High School, racking my brain for any memories I could think of. But they were few and far between.

I didn't remember her in any of my classes. I didn't recall any specific conversations we might have shared. I'm sure there were some; there had to be. But with me being a new student and Ann having very protective parents, there was no socializing after school.

After a while, some things did start popping into my head. I did recall her being a very good athlete. She lettered in three sports: track, gymnastics and volleyball. The latter was her best sport. Ann was the best setter on the team. I know I went to at least one of their games. And that thought brought with it a very, very good memory. I was surprised that I didn't think of it sooner.

Ann was a part school dance team. She played too many sports to be a cheerleader, and that wasn't her style anyway. The dance team performed with flags along with the band during halftime of football games. But they really rocked at the half of basketball games. They weren't the Laker girls, but for High School during that time, they were way ahead of the curve. No other other school we played against had girls that danced like ours did.

I remember Ann distinctly from those performances. Most of the girls looked good, wearing tight fitting outfits and moving provocatively to the music. But Ann stood out to me, because she had the tightest, sexiest ass in the squad. And I was an unabashed ass man.