Ann: A Love Story Ch. 10

"I'm glad we didn't get together ten years ago, Neil," Ann said out of the blue; my last sentence from minutes before still weighing on her mind.

"Why do you say that?" I asked.

"That young girl you stared at on the basketball court wasn't who I am now. As great as those memories are, there are countless ones I chose to forget. The fact is, I had to escape this town and find myself. And what you see now is the result of that. If we would have gotten together in High School, it wouldn't have lasted, because you wouldn't have been interested in that girl; not very long anyway"

"That's a little harsh, don't you think?"

"No. Just honest. And if you're honest, you'd know that you're not the same guy you were then, either. You went through a horrible ordeal with your marriage, and I don't want to make light of it. But that shaped you. You're more appreciative of what happens in your life now. In fact, I'm happy that I wasn't here last week, before you hooked up with Dawn. She did me a huge favor by getting your mind straight. I'm beginning to look at this as you put it; fate."

"So you're saying we never would have been High School sweethearts?"

"Yes. But we can pretend if you want," she said laughing.

"Who did you go to the prom with?" I asked.

"No one asked me. Most guys knew my parents were strict and were scared of my brother. What about you?"

"I didn't go. Every girl seemed to already have boyfriend when I got here. I'd never seen anything like it. And it seemed like couples never broke up."

We looked at each other for a moment, and I finally said, "So, do you want to go to the prom with me?"

"I think we just did. I enjoyed our dance."

I was thinking differently about the dancing. I would have loved to take her somewhere. But we had to meet up with Matt, and that was okay. So I just said, "So did I, Ann."

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Matt was waiting for us at a table inside the bar when we got there, but he insisted he hadn't been there very long. Ann seemed skeptical and was worried. I eased her fears just a little.

"If Matt had been here longer than he said, he'd have had a beer in front of him already. The whole point was for you to buy it, so I'm pretty sure he's telling the truth."

We sat down and ordered a few minutes later. When the waitress brought the beers, Ann offered a toast to new beginnings. Matt was a little perplexed by that, and wondered aloud what she was referring to.

"Well, to you, starting out soon when you graduate college and the fact that you're twenty-one and have a big life ahead of you. And to Neil, for coming out of the other side of the abyss that is divorce, and looking mighty damn fine while doing it."

"What about you?" Matt asked.

"A new beginning to me would mean an end of the self centered, me first type of men I've found myself drawn to."

"So what does that mean?" I asked.

"It means I'm looking for someone I have things in common with," Ann said with a wink, just before taking a big gulp of the beer in her frosty mug.

I excused myself to go to the restroom. I didn't have to go. I needed a moment to get myself together. Ann was giving me tons of signs. It seemed everything she said and did was having an effect on me. I splashed some cold water on my face and stared into the mirror. The reflection that stared back was that of a man that was definitely smitten.

"Jeez, Neil...are you falling in love with this woman?" I asked myself. Shaking my head, I tried to get a hold of myself. "Take is easy, man. It's been two days." It was one really; a little more than 24 hours. But it was my second day after being reunited with Ann, and I had an uneasy feeling in my stomach that wasn't the flu. She was giving me butterflies. As excited as I had been with Dawn, I never had any feeling close to the ones I was having for Ann. Lust yes...and affection. But with Ann, there were those, and about fifty more swirling around my head. They circled me like the stars you see when a cartoon character gets hit in the head.

Composing myself the best that I could, I returned to the table and joined back in. The three of us ended up having a wonderful time. Matt and I talked about some of the many adventures we had shared since he started dragging me out of the house to keep me busy. We'd taken trips to Cincinnati, Chicago and St. Louis to see baseball games, and there were hilarious stories that accompanied each of those trips. Ann never seemed bored, and she shared some of her own good times between her and her roommates.

Ann was currently living in a house with a good friend, Dana, and her boyfriend, Chad. Dana had two young girls from a previous marriage, so Ann knew all about how divorce works. At least I was fortunate enough not to have had kids with my ex. Ann didn't seem to have any issues living with a guy, and two kids in the house. She said they all respected her privacy, and they got along well.

Chad was friend with Ann's ex-boyfriend Roy, but he actually sided with Ann. He apparently knew the guy was a pig, which was one of the reasons he welcomed Ann into their house as a roommate.

Other than Ann spending a few moments discussion her living arrangements, with a quick mention of her own ex, who she'd been with off and on for a couple of years, the stories and banter had a very light and happy air about them. It was hard to have any kind of discussion with Matt and not crack up laughing. He was just that kind of a guy. That's why I loved hanging around him. He always made me feel better about myself.

All too soon, Matt said he had to get going. He had another early day. For the first time since he left High School, he didn't work at my plant during the summer months. He'd taken a job working for a paving company because it paid a lot more money. He hated it. It was bad enough having to be at work at the plant at 7:00, but at least it was in town. Matt had to be at work at 6:00, on location wherever they were working that day. He had a 30 minute drive the next morning just to start his workday.

"I'll see you tomorrow, right Neil?"

"Yeah. What time is it?"

"It's at 6:30, down by the college."

"What's at 6:30?" Ann asked.

"Matt and I have a softball game tomorrow."

"Really? You're on the same team?"

"No. Actually, we're playing against each other."

"Can I come? I'm looking for any excuse to get out of the house."

Before Matt could say anything, I spoke up.

"Sure. I'll pick you up at 6:00. Since it's probably dinner time at your folk's house, I'll take you out to dinner after the game."

"That would be nice," she said.

Matt looked at Ann and me, wondering what was going on between us. I kind of wondered the same thing. He didn't ask any questions though. He didn't have time. Finishing his beer, he thanked Ann for the one she bought him and wished us a good night.

"Want another beer?" I asked.

"No. I think we should be leaving too," she said as she finished hers. We'd only had three each, even though we'd been there a little over two hours. I looked at my watch and agreed. I had that big pile of paperwork waiting for me in the morning.

We headed out the back entrance to my car. We were only a couple of blocks from Ann's parents place, and as I approached the turn to go down toward that street, she put her hand on my leg.

"What time do you have to go home?"

"I've got some time. I just need to be in bed by around midnight. Why?"

She gave me a smile and said, "When you pull up to the house, turn your lights off early and turn off the engine. I don't want them to know we're home."

I turned the corner and as I approached their driveway, I turned off my lights and pressed in on the clutch. Shifting into neutral, I turned the car and shut off the engine, letting it drift into place. There was just the soft dim porch light illuminating the area in front of the house. Ann and I were shrouded in darkness.

Ann opened her tiny clutch purse and handed me something. Unable to see it clearly, I only knew it was soft and silky to the touch.

"What's this?" I asked.

"My panties from last night. I wore them when I masturbated thinking about you."

I resisted the urge to bring them to my nose to smell her, but my smile let her know just how I felt.

"The thought of you jacking off while I fingered myself made me cum harder than I have in ages."

Suddenly, I remembered my own explosive orgasm, and the fact that not only did I use my underwear to wipe myself up, I'd put them in the gym bag that I took to my car. I had even forgotten them when I did laundry during the afternoon. I reached behind me and pulled them out of the bag.

Ann looked startled when I handed her my rumpled up boxers, held stiff from the dried load staining them.

"What in the world?"

"As long as were exchanging, I cleaned myself up with those last night and didn't want anyone in the house to find them by accident. That's what you caused."

Ann didn't hesitate at all. She lifted them to her face and took in a big whiff.

"I love that smell. It's so musky."

Checking them more thoroughly, she came to a realization that surprised her. "Shit, Neil. How many times did you do it?"

"Just once. Why?"

"You came like a horse. How is that possible after all the sex you had over the weekend?"

"You inspire me, Ann. What can I say?"

Ann got quiet for just a moment, and then she leaned over and gave me a very wet, very sensuous kiss. As she did, her right hand traipsed down my chest to my crotch, kneading it through the material of my shorts. Breaking away for a moment, she unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned them. I held my breath as she lowered my zipper.

The kisses resumed as Ann fished her hands inside for what she must have thought was a prize. Finding that I was again wearing boxers, she pulled off me and said, "Lift your hips, baby."

As I did, Ann lowered my shorts and boxers past my knees, and they settled down near my ankles. Again she kissed me, with her first running her hand up under my shirt to play with my chest. It was like she was checking out my muscles to see how hard I was; besides my bobbing cock. As she felt her way back down to my stomach she noticed the absence of a gnarly pubic patch she must have expected.

Ann smiled into my mouth as she kissed, running her hand over my shaft and balls in search of some type of growth, but finding none.

"Wow...totally shaved. That's very Californian. Do all the guys around here shave their cock and balls?"

"I have to tell you, Ann. I haven't done a check with any guys I know, so I'm not really sure."

She laughed as she realized the absurdity of her question. That didn't deter her, as she started stroking my shaft the entire length.

"I know this is going to sound like I'm just saying this. And I hate being cliché, especially when it comes to sex. But you really are big, baby."

"I'm glad you approve. But it's not like you haven't felt it the last couple of days. That can't be news to you."

"You never know until you feel it for yourself. Through the clothes just doesn't cut it; I've actually been wrong before."

I didn't want to know about those circumstances, and Ann sensed that I had no interest it hearing about her former sexual encounters right at that moment. She quickly changed the subject.

"I've been thinking about your question from earlier today. I don't know how I would count multiple orgasms. I suppose I'd have to have one to know. But for now, I'd really love it if you'd let me suck you until you cum in my mouth so we can be even tonight."

All I could do was nod as Ann adjusted in her seat. Leaning forward, she licked the head, swirling her tongue around the mushroom cap. She flicked back and forth along the slit, digging for pre-cum that was seeping profusely as she squeezed my shaft.

After what seemed like an eternity, Ann took the head into her mouth, her lips locking around it while she continued to swirl that magical tongue. She was teasing, pulling off to lick the length of my shaft. Leaning farther, I felt my balls being swallowed into her mouth one at a time. Ann bathed them with her tongue, slobbering all over them.

The fingers of my right hand found Ann's hair, combing it back so I could see her face as she massaged my balls with her tongue. I left them intertwined in her thick mane, holding the back of her head as she moved back up to take my shaft in her mouth. My left hand gripped tightly at the steering wheel. I could feel my toes curl, and I kicked off my sandals to keep them from cramping.

Ann finally dipped her mouth down past the head of my cock, taking several inches. Bobbing up and down, she tried to force the head of my cock past the back of her mouth and down her throat, but had some difficulty. She was taking three quarters of it, and put her right hand at the base to jack it what wouldn't fit past her lips.

Pulling up for a minute, she licked at the head as she turned to look at my face.

"You're a lot fatter than anybody I've ever sucked, Neil. I want to deep throat you, but it looks like I'm going to have to do a little more practice. I guess I'm not as good of a cocksucker that I thought I was."

"Are you kidding? You're fantastic, Ann. I can't believe you're even doing this."

"I love sucking cock, and yours is amazing. I can't wait to taste your cum!"

Taking my cockhead back into her mouth, Ann went to work. She wasn't teasing any more. Her movements were fast and fervent. I'd never had someone blow me that was as enthusiastic as Ann was. With my eyes adjusted to the lack of light, I could see her face more clearly. I loved the way the corners of her mouth were upturned; the smile she had while her lips hugged the skin of my prick made me tingle a little.

Or maybe that tingle was caused by Ann's other hand, tugging below at my balls, still slick from her saliva. I was in the midst of the best blowjob of my life, and Ann was determined to get better at her skill. Time and again she tried to force more of my shaft down her throat, hoping to deep throat me. She was stretching her esophagus; using my dick as a boring tool to drill it wider.

While it could have upset her, Ann didn't get frustrated that she didn't accomplish her goal. I could tell from the start that this was something she took great pride in. She viewed it as a challenge, and a process. And she had actually made some progress. She had gotten another inch down her throat, but she was had a little over an inch to go.

I would have loved to continue to let her practice, but it was all too much for me to take. Ann was doing magical things with her mouth and tongue. The entire moment came crashing down on me. I loved oral sex, both giving and receiving, and Ann was setting a new bar as far was what I considered the best. I knew if I ever got the chance, I'd have to be on my game to give as well as I got from her.

Between the things Ann was doing to me; and the fact that she was doing them in my car, which I always found exhilarating, she drove me wild. The reality that I was with someone I considered a friend that I had known for 11 years and had fantasized about a couple of times in my life, and that she'd grown into such a hot, amazing woman made it even more unbelievable. When I looked up and was reminded that it was happening in her parent's driveway while they were inside, and I was ready to pop.

"I'm going to cum, Ann!" I said in a hushed, yet urgent voice.

Ann giggled over my cock at the effect she was having on me. She stopped moving her head up and down, holding her mouth just past the head and locking her lips tight around the shaft. Stroking my shaft hard while she ran her tongue all over the tip of my prick, she squeezed my balls with her other hand like she was trying to force the cum from them.

I let out a groan deep in my chest as the hot spunk raced up my rod and spurted into the back of Ann's throat. Her cheeks bulged as she took the first blast, but I was amazed that she was swallowing so quickly. She kept pace with every pulse, holding the last few in her mouth to show me when she was done. Not only did she not miss a drop, none leaked past the air tight seal she'd created with her thick, full lips.

Acting the part of a slut, she finally let some of my load spill over onto her outer lips. I took her by the hair and pulled her up to me.

"Don't swallow. I want to see it," I said with a hiss.

Closing my eyes as I drew her too me, she knew I didn't really what to see. I planted my mouth directly over hers, and she squealed as she shared the remnants of my load with me. Grabbing my head thinking I might change my mind, she mashed her mouth to mine. I pulled back a little, just to lick my lips and the playfully lick at her chin to get a drop that was dangling, in danger of being wasted if it fell.

"Oh Neil!" she said as I gripped her hair tighter and pulled her head back to mine. Our tongues danced with each other, tasting the salty seed that she'd coaxed form my balls.

I had done that with many women who had taken my load in their mouth or on their face, and I usually got a favorable reaction. But with Ann, it was the sexiest kiss I'd ever been part of. She reveled in the fact that I had no inhibitions. I could feel the heat from her face as she became flushed with excitement.

Ann pulled off me, and sat back in her seat. She seemed nervous. Actually, it was more like she was anxious. She reached over and patted my softening dick one last time and kissed me; then she quickly opened the door.

"I gotta go, Neil. I'll call you at work in the morning. I had a great time, and I can't wait to see you tomorrow. Bye!"

She grabbed her clutch and my boxers, and quickly got out before I could say anything. Running to the porch in her heels, she flew by the front of the car, giving me a glimpse of her bottom of her round ass as she bounced up the steps. Before I knew it, she was inside her parents' place, and I was left in darkness as she turned off the porch light.

I was bewildered, and my heart stuck in my throat. Ann had bolted, leaving me half naked to wonder what just happened.