Ann: A Love Story Ch. 16

Jean blushed again, and said, "I know. But it's different now."

"What do you mean it's different? Because I'm older and so I know what you're doing? I already did."

"Well, in our defense, we didn't think you could hear us. But that's not what I mean by different now."

"How could I NOT hear you? It was like sleeping next door to an angry woodpecker."

Jean laughed and said, "Okay...so we weren't exactly quiet. And that's my point."

"I'm not following," I said, jumping back into the fray.

"Me either," Ann said as she looked at me in wonder.

"The point is, since you and your brother have moved out, your Dad and I don't HAVE to be quiet. And I've gotten pretty used to being able to express myself, so to speak. The last thing I wanted was for you to come home and hear me screaming my fool head off, and I was afraid I'd forget you were in the house in the heat of the moment."

Ann let out a huge laugh and said, "Well, you forgot I was in the house anyway. And at least now I know where I get it from! I swear, I could never figure out how come you guys never screamed out. I thought it was just me who did that."

"When you have kids, you'll learn to stick something in your mouth to keep yourself quiet, too. Just do a better job of than we did of keeping your head from hitting the wall."

The two women looked at each other, and I could sense the warmth between them. A newfound respect for each other was budding. I knew it actually started the other day, but I felt like I was at the birth of a new and better relationship between the two of them. Ann reached out and grabbed her Mother's hands, holding them tightly. Fixing her beautiful brown eyes on those of her Mother, Ann spoke from the heart.

"Why don't you go back and put on my outfit and some heels, and go out and see if you can get a rise out of Dad. Neil and I are leaving...have some fun!"

"Well, first of all, it's the middle of the afternoon!"

"So?"

"So...we've never done it during the day."

"You're kidding!" I said.

"No, why?"

"There's no set time, Mom. Surprise him."

"I can't, honey. I..."

"Okay, Mom. I know that this has been a pretty intense little discussion. But it's been good. I hope we can keep being honest with each other, and start to share more."

Jean hugged Ann and said, "I'd love that honey. And I know that falls mostly on me."

"It takes two to communicate, Mom. I can do better too, okay?"

They shared a long and loving hug as I stood silently to the side. I was proud of Ann for looking for an opening and trying to build a bridge to span a generation gap between her and her mother that had started as a small crack when Ann was a little child, and had eroded over time into the canyon it became as she matured into a woman. I wasn't naïve enough to think there wouldn't always be some kind of chasm that separated them, but for the first time since forever, they were both trying to build a bridge and meet in the middle.

Jean seemed exhausted, and said she needed a drink of water. So, we said a quick goodbye and went outside. Marlin was finishing cleaning his mess on the driveway with a hose as Ann and I walked out of the garage.

"My goodness, Ann, you look electric!" he said as he looked at his daughter. I couldn't have said it better myself.

Ann sat down in his lawn chair and started strapping on her high heels. I hadn't told her where we were going, but she was making up my mind that it didn't matter. It was a not so subtle hint where her mind was. There was practical, and there was sexy, and Ann seemed to always choose the sexy option around me.

"Thanks Dad," she said as she looked up from buckling the thin black strap of her left stiletto around her slender ankle.

"For what?" he said as he sprayed the driveway off towards the grass with a hose.

"For not getting on me about my outfit."

He chuckled. "I gave up that fight up long ago. You're in fashion, sweetie. A man knows better than to debate clothing choices with a woman who works in fashion."

"Amen," I said with a grin.

"You don't like my outfit?" Ann said to me in mock surprise.

"Of course I do, babe. You know me...the skimpier, the better."

"Amen," Marlin said with a laugh.

"DAD!"

"Not you, sweetie...I meant women in general. Well, attractive women, anyway. There are some out there that could use a lot more on, if you ask me. But you do look great just like you are, even to your old man. And I'm not commenting on your outfit. I'm just talking about you."

The door from the house to the garage closed, and we could hear Jean say, "So, you don't like Ann's outfit, honey?"

Put on the spot, Marlin spoke to his wife, who was secluded behind the car in the garage. "The outfit is fine, dear. I'm just not used to seeing something like that on someone I love."

Jean stepped out of the shadows, and into the bright sunlight of the driveway. She was wearing the dark navy version of the outfit that Ann had, and it fit her perfectly. She'd also taken Ann's advice, and had put on some black heels, although they weren't nearly as daring. They were three inches, tops.

Marlin dropped the hose as he looked at his bride of over 30 years.

Jean smiled at his reaction and said, "Well, if you're not used to it, maybe I should take mine off."

Staring at the silver zipper poised in the middle of Jean's chest, Marlin forgot we were even there and said, "I think I'd like to do that myself."

He started to walk toward her, and Ann cleared her throat with a loud "Ah hum!"

"Oh, uh, sorry kids. Just a little pre-occupied," Marlin said as he continued to remove Jean's outfit with his eyes.

"We're leaving. You two have fun," Ann said as she grabbed my hand to lead me to the car.

Jean laughed and said, "You too. OH, Neil...did Marlin invite you to come with us tomorrow?"

"Yeah. Thanks. I don't think I'm going to. But I really appreciate you thinking of me."

"Okay. Well, if you change you mind, just let us know."

"Thanks," I said with a wave. Jean fell into Marlin's arms as I opened the car door for her daughter. As we drove off, I wondered aloud if they were just going to get undressed in the driveway.

"Why not? I was just naked there the other night," Ann laughed.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Driving down Main Street through town, Ann sunk into the seat and let out a deep sigh.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Yeah," she said, sighing again.

"I thought we were being honest."

Ann turned head to the side, her angelic face contented.

"I'm fine, honey. I'm actually really happy that just happened. Just being around you has changed everything for me. I can't believe I just said those things to my Mom, and she actually listened. I don't think that would have happened if you weren't there."

"I thought you talked to her this morning...she gave you the raincoat, remember?"

"No...we didn't talk like that. We started the conversation, but we kind of agreed to disagree on a lot of things. Now, there seems to be more agreement. That's all because of you."

"Well, you've had the same effect at my house. My whole world's upside down."

"Is that bad?"

"No, it's not. Not at all. You?"

"I was thinking last night about how wonderful this vacation has turned out to be. I was dreading coming back. And it was heading down that path at the reunion. But meeting you on Monday...Neil, thanks."

"For what?"

"You've opened my eyes. I was beginning to think that there wasn't a decent guy on the planet. You brought out a side of me that I've wanted to explore more, but I kept getting hurt."

"I guess it helps that there were no strings, huh."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, we both knew you were going home tomorrow, so it's a little safer knowing there's an end coming."

"Is that what you think?" she said, wrinkling her cute nose.

"Well NO, I don't. I've actually been thinking that you're really my girlfriend. I mean, in the back of my mind, I know you leaving. But I only really think about that late at night. When I'm with you, it just seems so right to be with you, and so I don't think about it at all."

"Neil, I AM your girlfriend. I guess I can understand you feeling that this has been temporary, but I haven't been thinking like that at all. In my heart, I've never felt more connected to a guy...so it's been really easy for me to think that way."

"What about tomorrow?"

"Well, I've been trying hard not to think about that. And I'm not going to now. By the way, was my Mom inviting you to go with us to the airport?"

"Yeah, your Dad asked when I got there."

"Wow! I never would have thought they would do that. They must REALLY like you."

"What's not to like?" I said with a kidding glare.

"You know what I mean. That's huge. I'm telling you Neil, this week has been magical. And that's what's made it so easy to be your girlfriend."

"Well, yeah. But a real girlfriend wouldn't be doing some of the things you've been doing. Like I said, this has been kind of safe. There's no strings."

"Stop saying that," Ann said, looking a little miffed. "I just got done saying that I AM your girlfriend. Why would you say something like that?"

"Because an actual girlfriend wouldn't have done what you did last night?"

"What? Fuck you in the field across from my house? Why not? That was amazing!"

The car seemed to steer itself as we head out of town toward the city. The only destination we had planned was to go out. And Fort Wayne was the only place to go, really. That part seemed planned, but the details of our date were being left to chance. It was still early for a date. I'd wanted to spend as much time as I could on my last night with Ann. But I wanted it to feel like a real date too, not just a chance to jump her bones one more time. She deserved better than that.

"It was amazing Ann. Look, I'm not saying that I don't appreciate this week. I do...I still can't believe I'm with you. I'm just saying that this hasn't exactly been a normal, boyfriend-girlfriend relationship."

Ann was looking in my direction, having turned her body a little to face me. The smirk on her face was letting me know she was still in a very playful mood, but she was being deliberately coy.

"Whatever do you mean?" she said, trying to act like a southern belle.

"I mean, a girlfriend wouldn't have been talking to my parents and their friends like you did last night," I said, trying to look serious.

Ann dropped the charade, and said, "Who says? I did...and I'm your girlfriend. Did you like it?"

"Well, yeah. But if we were a real boyfriend and girlfriend, that never would have happened."

"I don't think we'll ever know that, Neil. I'd like to think that since we did become boyfriend and girlfriend for the week, we would have anyway...because that's how I've been acting. And I can't believe for a minute that you didn't feel that way when you talked to my Mom the other night. You talked to her BECAUSE you felt like my boyfriend. AND, who the hell says that can't a couple act like we have this week. Why does it have to be that you have to act so, I don't know...normal. Isn't this better?"

"Well, yeah."

"Then let's leave it at that, and remember that if we were to stay boyfriend and girlfriend, this is how it would be. I don't want to think of it any other way."

~*~*~*~*~*~

The next 25 miles flew by, and not because I was speeding. In fact, we were probably going 5 miles below the limit most of the way. Eventually, the conversation turned to what we'd done during the morning and early afternoon. Of course, I was trying to steer the car and the conversation the way I wanted them to go. I had the semblance of a plan, but I wasn't really sure if Ann would go for it, no matter how many times said she was a girlfriend that seemed game for anything, like we'd been doing.

When we got to the part about the photos we'd taken, Ann came alive. She was fidgeting in her seat as we talked, and we both shared just how much we enjoyed running around the house taking them. Ann was entranced, and I could tell she was getting turned on from the way her nipples were poking into the material of her jumpsuit. Her short panting breaths were making her lips dry, and she continually licked them.

"I was in the shower thinking about tonight, and today. I just had to bring these with me. I can't seem to get them out of my mind, and I got to thinking about you and thought you'd like to see them again." I pulled out the packet of photos, which were stacked in the order they were taken, and handed them to Ann.

"Oh goodie! I love pictures!" Ann said like a little girl.

I watched Ann shuffling from photo to photo, moving the one she had just looked at to the back of the pile so she could hold them in her left hand. Her right hand was sneaking down between her legs, cupping her pussy through her tight outfit.

"These get me so excited, Neil!"

"YOU excite me, babe. Look what you do to me," I said, pointing at my hard cock bulging in my shorts. Even though they were loose, that only made the tenting effect more noticeable.

"Well, you do things to me too. I'm starting to think I should have worn underwear tonight."

I smiled. Just knowing Ann was naked under her jumpsuit made me tingle. She saw me leering at her crotch, and said, "What? You're hoping I show you how wet I am?"

"Maybe. I can't think of anything more erotic than a woman dripping because she's excited. I was hoping to take some more pictures of you," I said as I pulled out my regular camera from under my seat. "And you can take some of me for you to remember our weekend. They can keep you company on the plane."

"How's that going to help. You know I leave in the morning."

"There's one of those one hour photo places at the mall. We can take some pictures and get them developed tonight." The devilish grin on her face gave me some pause.

"Too bad you didn't bring the other one so I can give you some more to remember me by. I don't think they'll develop pictures like these," she said, waving the Polaroid's in front of her.

The Cheshire grin I flashed back told her she'd spoken way too soon.

"I played right into your hands, didn't I?" Ann said as she toyed with the zipper on her jumpsuit.

"Pretty much. I was hoping, but it turned out to be easier than I thought."

"That's because I'm so turned on right now I can't stand it. What do you have in mind?" she said as she started to lower the zipper.

"Well, I want some pictures I can put on a frame too," I said, mentally scratching my head as I wondered where we could go. "There's got to be a place we can go to use both cameras."

Ann lowered her zipper all the way to her mound, exposed her plush, narrow landing strip of pubic hair. She was also wearing a gold chain around her waist that matched her ankle bracelet. Moving the opening of the material to the side, she exposed her pert breasts to me, letting the jumpsuit fall off her shoulders as she leaned back against the door. She eased her hand down inside her pants, worming her fingers inside her pussy.

I would have loved to have watched her finger herself, but I had to keep my eyes on the road. Getting close to the city, instead of taking my normal route around the outskirts on the interstate, I went straight in towards downtown. I was thinking about Ann playing with herself, her pussy opening like a beautiful flower, and that image gave me an inspired destination to start our date, and our fun.

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Ann wasn't trying to get herself off. She was trying to get herself to the edge, and keep her sexual energy up. She was stroking just enough to have her womanly aroma mix with her intoxicating perfume, creating a new fragrance that threatened to drive me insane with lust. I hoped that smell would stay in my car forever.

As I drove, I tried to sneak peeks over at her. She was flashing me, but had shielded herself to where it would be difficult for anyone other than me to see her. At one point, I reached over and tweaked her left nipple, making her dig her fingers deeper into her cunt as she let out a moan. I knew if I kept it up, she'd cum, and I wasn't sure she really wanted to. I let go and put my hand back on the steering wheel, and the sigh of despair Ann let out was thick with desire.

Ann noticed that we were moving into a more populous area, and she removed her hand and put the outfit back up on her shoulders. She covered up her breasts, but left the zipper all the way down as she stared at me, licking her fingers.

"I hope you've got two loads in you, baby, because I think one isn't going to be enough for me tonight," she said as she tasted herself on her fingertips. That made ME moan, as my cock jumped. Ann giggled at the effect she was having on me.

Making our way through the busy streets of downtown, we pulled into a large parking garage and parked on a floor near the top, backing into the space. There weren't any cars around us, but I was a little anal about having a new car. I didn't want to get it dinged up, so parking up top, to me, was safer. I reached under the seat and grabbed the Polaroid, and Ann lit up as I got out. When I opened the door, she'd opened the front of her outfit again to show me her chest.

"Do you want a picture now?" she said, acting like she was going to get undressed right there in the garage.

"That's tempting, but I have somewhere else in mind."

I reached out and played with Ann's tits for a moment before tucking them inside and pulling up her zipper halfway. I left enough to show she wasn't wearing a bra and expose the inside of her shapely breasts.

"So you're thinking of somewhere naughtier than a parking garage?" Ann asked, a nervous lilt straining her voice.

"Actually, I was just thinking of taking some pictures of us somewhere more beautiful than this...somewhere as beautiful as you. Whether they're naughty or not I suppose will depend on how daring you want to be."

Ann's eyes popped a little as I took her hand, and we walked down the stairs and out onto the sidewalk into the bright sunshine. It was a cloudless day as we made our way around the corner and across the street.

"Where exactly are we going, Neil?"

I pointed ahead to an impressive looking building and said, "We're going there."

"Where's 'there'?"

"The Botanical Conservatory", I said as the sign on the front of the building came into view.

The city boasted one of the nicest indoor gardens I'd ever been to. They tout it as an oasis in the heart of downtown. The irony is that one of the rooms they have is an arid dessert; one of many different exotic landscapes that take you away to distant regions of the world without ever leaving the flatlands of the Midwest.

I had been there a couple of times, and had always thought it would be a perfect 'date' destination, but had never found the right girl that would appreciate its beauty. But Ann would get it. Ann was smart enough to understand the delicate balance of ecosystems, and sophisticated enough to appreciate the breathtaking nuances of texture and color that the world of horticulture had to offer. Given her background in fashion, she had a unique perspective of hues and shading, and I knew she love it inside. It was like a living, breathing Crayola box...the great big, industrial sized carton Crayola box with the sharpener built in.

Paying at the door, we went inside and walked from room to room, getting a feel for the place. It was pretty empty for a Saturday, but there were some people milling about. We found a couple nice people that were willing to take our picture together in front of some amazing backgrounds. Once we had some of those, we took turns taking pictures of each other so we have some nice normal ones to remember our week. I wished I had had the foresight to take them all week long, but I was so busy having a good time it never occurred to me to photographically document it.