Ann: A Love Story Ch. 35

"I was hoping you would," she giggled. "Anyway, when I got back from my trip to Indiana, I couldn't stop thinking about you. And the one overwhelming thing that I realized, besides the fact that I love you, is that I have another...well, fetish. Maybe fetish isn't the word. I have another thing that I find really turns me on."

"And that would be?"

"I seem to be a bit of an exhibitionist. I never knew that until I met you...well, we'd already met. You know what I mean. I'm stumbling all over myself here," she said, turning red again.

"Yeah. Are you nervous?"

"Yes...I guess I am."

"Why? It's just me."

"I know. It's just that sometimes...I think it makes me look a little...I don't know."

"You're not a slut, Ann. We've been over that. You're just very sexual. And you shouldn't be ashamed of the things that turn you on, as long as they aren't crossing any lines that are illegal. Well, being naked in public probably is, but it isn't really hurting anybody. Not like some other things out there."

"It's not just flashing, Neil. I loved the flashing. I get off on it now. The stuff at the Botanical Gardens, and then at the Putt-Putt. But what really turned me on was the sex. We seemed to fuck outside more than inside, and GOD that was amazing. And I realized I love being naked outside. Feeling the air and the sun on my skin. Or even at night."

I laughed and said, "We do kind of push the envelope a little, don't we?"

"Yeah...whatever that means. I never really understood that phrase. But we did seem to go farther and farther with it, and when I got home, I kind of kept thinking that way."

"So you started sunbathing nude?"

"Not at first. It started that Tuesday of my first week back. I had the morning off. Chad and Dana were working. The girls were at daycare. And I had the house to myself. They have a back yard kind of like Sonya's but bigger. But it's private. And I lay out there all the time, but it never occurred to me to do it nude...not even that day. I was out there a couple of hours, and I got really horny, and I was wishing you and your big cock were around to take care of me. And I ended up slipping my hand down into my bikini bottom and taking care of myself. And it was great, but I missed having a fat dick inside me."

"And that made you go see Missy?"

"Yeah. That same day on my way to work. I'll get back to that in a minute."

"Okay...but you didn't take the bikini off. Right?"

"Not that time. That was the next week. And I tell you, when I finally did, I never put them back on. I stayed out another hour, naked in the sun, and I fingered myself two more times. Then I got up, got dressed, and went back to see Missy."

"You went back. But I thought you bought the dildo from her that first Tuesday. You used it that night when we were on the phone together."

"You have a pretty good memory, babe," Ann said with a smile.

"That's not something I'm ever going to forget, Ann."

"Actually...me either. But yes, I went back to see Missy. But not at the sex shop; I went to her other job."

"She works two jobs? What's the other one...stripper?"

"No. But she could probably pull it off," Ann laughed. "She works a second job at a tanning salon."

"Oh," I said, slowly nodding my head.

"Yeah. I'd decided after that second time that the bikini was just getting in the way. But I was worried that I'd burn...in areas that wouldn't be fun to have sunburn. So, I went to Missy, who hooked me up. I was able to go there and tan a little bit each day in the nude. It actually worked really, really well. And because the bulbs are so close, it worked fast, so I could do it on days I didn't have a lot of time, or if it was a crappy day outside, and still make a difference. And the added bonus was that, for me anyway, it's like my internal fire got even hotter. I felt like my sexual energy was being put in a microwave. I'd get so horny so fast, I had to frig myself right there in the tanning bed."

"I'm pretty sure you're not the first woman to do that," I said with a laugh.

"No. But I might be the first one to actually bring a dildo with her to do it...although I only did that the one time. I'd gotten so used to using it when I sunbathed at the house, that I had to try it at least one time. But it was too fucking hard to move that big thing with the lid of the tanning unit down. It's much more fun in the back yard."

"Are you still going to the tanning bed?"

"No...I just did it to help get the tan even, and so I wouldn't burn. I don't like it as much as just lying outside. But I'd do it again, like in the winter, to help keep a tan. Or in the spring to kind of jump start me."

"Maybe I can jump start you," I said, placing my hand on Ann's leg, staring at her sexy manicured feet pushing the pedals. Ann was driving barefoot, which seemed so Californian. I wasn't so sure I wasn't developing a fetish of my own. Looking at her feet, I couldn't help but recall that amazing exchange in the restaurant in Fort Wayne, and wonder if Ann was serious about masturbating me with them.

That thought popped out of my head when she said, "Not now, babe. We're almost there. Uncle Marty and Aunt Helen are a little more conservative than our parents."

"What makes you say that? You thought YOUR parents were conservative, but I think we got them to loosen up, didn't we. Actually, I'm pretty sure our parents were loose all along...we just didn't want to believe it, and they hid it well. Hell, Mom hung up on me this morning when Dad came back from the store with more Redi-Whip. Apparently, they ran out!"

"What! Wow...we're going to have to try that!" Ann laughed. "You know you're right. And maybe you're right about Aunt Helen and Uncle Marty. Maybe I should have worn something different."

"Are you kidding? You look hot! Besides, I like the idea of having to work to get into your pants."

Ann turned to me and blinked, a sexy grin flashing quickly. "Oh, you do, do you?"

"Yeah. Are you going to play hard to get?"

"Maybe. We'll just have to see. But like I said, I am starting to think you're right. We were both who we really are when we were with our parents. Why the hell did I think I needed to act differently now?"

"Because you always have when you've been here. Just like me at home. It took you to bring that out in me, Ann. And I'd like to think I did the same for you. So...tell me about the secret missions you were on, when you were pretending to be Moneypenny."

"That'll have to wait for later, baby. We're here," she said, pointing toward a house to the right as she began slowing down on the country road we were driving on.

~*~*~*~*~*~

I was a little stunned when we pulled into first of the two entrances of the large semi-circular driveway that arched from the road in front of the spacious ranch home, covered with multicolored dark brick. The palm trees in the island of land between the road and the house gave the front of the estate a majestic look. Of course, it was an estate in a liberal sense. It was more like an actual ranch. Maybe they even considered it one.

Breaking straight off the left side of the curved drive in the front, there was a paved driveway that went past the house, heading toward the large barn that sat some 200 yards or so from the back of the house. The house itself faced the east, and to the west of the barn in the back, was the beginning of what had to be several hundred acres of rolling farmland. Immediately next to the barn on the right, directly behind the house, was a large equestrian track, and I could see at least three horses grazing in the grassy area in the middle of it.

"Wow. This is impressive. You didn't tell me they owned a farm."

"They don't. Not anymore, anyway."

"What's that mean?" I asked, pointing to all the fields filled with different kinds of crops.

"Uncle Marty sold most of that land a few years ago. They still own the barn, and about 20 acres directly behind the house. But they don't farm anymore. It's what Grandpa...well, his Dad, did back in Indiana, and Uncle Marty bought this farm when he moved out. But he just got tired of it."

"So, what does he do now?"

"He's a ditch tender, and Aunt Helen is a veterinarian assistant."

"What the hell is a ditch tender," I said, getting out of the car. The smell of fresh asphalt sealer rose from the pristine blacktop surface of the driveway, hanging thick in the air. It had obviously just been treated within the last week or so.

"He's in charge of making sure the irrigation ditches in the county are working for the people who DO grow crops. He wanted out of farming, but he still found himself involved somehow. He likes it though," she said as she strapped on her sexy white heels before getting ready to step out of the car."

"You're going to sink into this hot blacktop in those things, babe. The spiked heels are going to stick in it."

Ann had parked on the very edge of the driveway, so she could step out in the grass. She gave me a wink and said, "It's okay. We just have to make sure we walk on the finish line."

She took me by the hand, and we walked in the grass toward the front of the house. There, stretching across the driveway in line with a large brick patio type entrance, there was a yard wide brick path laid between the pavement, splitting it like a stripe.

"See...Uncle Marty's homage to the Indianapolis Motor Speedway. It's supposed to be like the start/finish line of the racetrack. I guess they had a lot of bricks left over when they built the house, and he used them to make the patios in front and in back, and this little pathway," she said with a grin. I shook my head and smiled as she led me across the red brick road.

The front door swung open before we even reached the steps of the little stoop.

"Anna!" the woman, who I presumed to be Helen, called out. She practically jumped out of through the storm door and hugged Ann, squeezing her tight, pulling her into her large bosom.

"Hi Aunt Helen," Ann said as she winked at me while hugging her Aunt back.

Helen was an attractive woman, in the same age range as Jean and my mother. I knew Marty was a couple years younger than Marlin, and Helen was likely near that in her late 40's. She certainly didn't dress the conservative way I'd expected, at least based on Ann's initial description of the California version of the Franklin's. She was wearing a red and white plaid button down work shirt, which she left unbuttoned. It was over a tight white T-shirt that was stretched to the max over what had to be 38D's. 'Cowgirl' was silk screened in black script on the T-shirt, but it was stretched out of shape, elongated from having the two big melons stuffed inside the shirt.

The tails of the work shirt were tied in a knot under those massive tits, making them look even bigger as the plaid fabric framed them. Helen was also wearing some very short cut off jeans, showing off a pair of surprisingly killer legs, her bare feet keeping her at her natural 5'5". With her stylish medium length blond hair, she didn't look anywhere near her age.

"Aunt Helen, this is Neil," Ann said, still holding Helen around the waist.

I held out my hand, and Helen stuck hers out, surprised I was offering a handshake. Taking it, I raised it to my lips and kissed the back. "Ann, why are you teasing your cousin like this...it's obvious she's not your Aunt. I apologize Valerie...Ann likes to tease me like this sometimes."

Ann gave me a loving smile, knowing I was playing with Helen just like I had her mother. Helen turned a little red and quickly grabbed me and pulled me to her, pressing my body into her huge chest. She was freakishly strong, and she let out a high pitched cackle. "My goodness, you're just like Jean said you were. I can't believe you'd flirt with an old fart like me," she said.

"What do you mean, Valerie?" I teased, flashing a shit-eating grin when she finally let me go.

"Anna, I think you've finally found him," Helen said, turning toward her niece.

"He found me, Aunt Helen," she said, winking at me again.

"Actually, we found each other," I said as I took Ann's hand, pulling her gently to me and giving her a soft kiss.

"My, you two certainly are a striking couple. You're going to have some beautiful children together."

I laughed, and Ann looked at her Aunt. "You know, I think you're right. That's still a ways away, though," she said.

I quickly added, "Yeah. We have to do a lot of practicing first."

"Practicing?" Helen asked, a clueless expression on her face.

"Of course. The best part about making babies is practicing making them. Ann was just telling me on the way here that she thinks it's going to take three or four years of practice."

"Ha...I don't think that's exactly how I put it. But yeah...I like the sound of that," Ann said, giving me a another kiss. I kissed her back, with a little more passion than she expected. Ann giggled as I swept her into my arms, giving Helen a little show.

"Looks like you two need to practice right now. Should I get your old room ready?" Helen said with a little laugh of her own.

"Sorry, Mrs. Franklin. I've been without her for three months, and I kind of get carried away sometimes."

"Oh sweetie, please call me Helen. And I understand. I could use a little more 'practice' myself."

Ann looked shocked at Helen's comment. "What's gotten into you today?" she asked.

"What do you mean, sweetie?" Helen said, acting innocent.

"You know what I mean. You've never acted like this. And good Lord, what's with this outfit? Who are you trying to be, Daisy Duke?"

"You think this is too revealing? Maybe I should put on some kind of little shorts jumpsuit like you gave Jean?"

I couldn't stop laughing as Ann's mouth hit the brick patio we were standing on. "She TOLD you?"

"Sure. Why, are you embarrassed?"

"No. I'm proud of her...and of you. But I'm surprised you'd wish you were getting more...uh, practice, if you've been dressing like that."

"Yeah," I said, not believing I'd just agreed with Ann that Helen should basically be getting more sex from a gentleman I'd yet to meet, and suddenly wasn't sure I wanted to.

I got a sheepish look on my face, and both Ann and Helen's heads snapped in my direction, like I'd interrupted a private conversation. The silence made a lump form in my throat, and I could feel a pit start to form in my stomach. But then they looked at each other, and burst out into laughter, and they ended up hugging. It was the oddest reaction, yet I was immediately relieved that I hadn't stuck my foot too far into my mouth.

Helen looked at Ann, and said, "Actually, sweetie, this is the first time I've tried this. And I don't know what the reaction will be. Marty's still at work. He'll be home in time for dinner. Why don't you two come inside? Valerie's here with the baby...she just turned nine months this week...can you believe it! And of course, Dale's here."

Helen had excitedly said that Valerie and the baby were inside the house. But her voice distinctively changed when she'd mentioned Valerie's husband. It was icy, and bordered on being mean. I was going to say something, but looked at Ann first. She opened her eyes wide and gave me a quick shake of her head; the international sign to tell me to shut up and not say what I was going to say. There had to be some kind of issue going on there, and I figured I'd find out what it was eventually. The look on Ann's face told me she was kicking herself for not going ahead warning me about it sooner. I took it in stride. Family dynamics could be complicated, especially when In Laws are concerned.

Valerie was a younger version of her mom, her long hair a little more reddish than blond, and her figure a little fuller, mostly from having a baby nine months before. She was wearing a loose, low cut top that hid her naturally huge rack...but my guess was it was close to the 38D's her Mom lugged around. Her jeans were tight, but a size or two larger than she probably used to wear. She looked stunning; her motherly glow filling the room.

"Nice to meet you Neil. Ann has told us a lot about you," Valerie said as she held her adorable baby girl, "And THIS is Christina."

"It's wonderful to meet you too, Valerie. May I?" I said, holding out my hands.

"By all means. She gets pretty heavy. And you can call me Val," she said as she handed me her daughter.

I brought Christina up to my face and nuzzled up against the soft skin of her cheek. "Hello Christina. Aren't you the most precious little girl in the world? And you're beautiful, just like your mother. But I can't believe you're only nine months old."

"Really?" Val said, looking confused. She looked at Ann, who shrugged her shoulders.

I was looking at Val, and said "Yeah...you look so fantastic, I would have expected her to be a toddler...not just nine months. You must have worked your butt off to get your figure back that fast."

Val blushed and said, "Wow, Ann. Where did you find this guy?"

"Indiana. They're hard to come by out here," Ann said with a laugh, watching me talk to the baby.

"Tell me about it," Helen said. It was one of those fake under her breath comments that were designed to make sure that we all heard.

"Mother! Stop it," Val said, sending a nasty glance towards Helen.

"Okay...okay. I'm sorry. Where is Sluggo, anyway?"

"DALE, is in the other room watching football. He worked hard this week!"

"Uh huh...well, let me introduce him to Neil."

Ann grabbed my arm and said, "I'll do that. I think the two of you need to talk before this turns out like the last time. And I mean that."

~*~*~*~*~*~

I still had Christina in my arms as Ann led me down the hallway. I could hear the sounds of a college football broadcast coming from somewhere towards the end of the hall. But Ann pulled me into some kind of little reading room and closed the door.

"Okay...sorry for not doing a better job of clueing you in on this sooner. Aunt Helen and Uncle Marty aren't big fans of Dale. He cheated on Val when they were dating."

"How long ago was that?" I asked.

"Three years. They've been married right around two. He asked her to marry him as soon as they got back together, and for whatever reason, Val said yes. She defends him, probably because she feels she has to as his wife...but I see Aunt Helen's side."

"What's that mean?" I asked. "Dale's lazy, Neil. Val just said he worked hard this week, which means he probably worked three days, if that. Val works cleaning houses...and she puts in over 50 hours a week. Dale works for a contractor installing windows. But he only works a couple of days a week. And when he's not working, he's goofing off with his buddies, drinking beer. Which means Christina still gets put into daycare even when he's off work."

"Wow...that's a waste."

"Tell me about it. But Val puts up with it. I think she thinks she drove him to cheat on her when they were dating, so she doesn't complain. Like I said, she defends him."

I blanched at Ann's explanation of Val thinking it was her fault he cheated. I'd been there. Pushing that unwelcome reminder out of my head, I asked, "So, what's with the 'Sluggo' reference? And what did you mean by what happened 'last' time?"

"Sluggo is what Helen calls him to Val. She thinks he's a slug. He's kind of chunky, and he moves slow, and all he does when you see him is lay around."

"That's actually pretty funny," I said with a grin.

"Yeah...I have a hard time not snickering, myself."

"Okay, what about..."

"Oh...well, the last time I came over, I ended up leaving because Val and Aunt Helen got into a big argument about Christina."

I looked at the cute baby I was holding, finding it hard to believe that she could be the root of any argument. "They argued because of this precious little princess?"