Ann: A Love Story Ch. 62

"And seeing all corn we were driving past made you think of that today?"

"Well, the fact that you were in the seat next to me helped. And today was so much better than I ever dreamed it would have been back when we were in school."

"Why's that?"

"Because...you fucked my ass too. I never had that in my mind back then. But I have to tell you, baby...to be cornholed in a cornfield like that...oh my God! All afternoon, while you were asleep, I thought about us back in that cornfield in Indiana, and after you fucked my pussy...you started fucking my ass. And then to actually do it! That was such an incredible feeling...and it made the whole thing so much better for me. That's why I said something about how I dreamed of it my whole life. But the thing is...every fantasy I ever had in high school, you make even better in real life!"

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We were sitting at a stoplight on the 4 lane divided highway, and as I waited for it to turn green. We weren't very far from our final stop for the night, and that was exciting...but I wasn't thinking about that. I was still lost in thought, thinking about Ann's story. And I was still smiling.

I don't know what I found more interesting. That Ann had watched me mow the lawn, and got so turned on by it that she had to make herself cum the first chance she got. Or, that she's found a way to relive that moment by living out a fantasy that she'd clutched deep inside her chest for over 11 years.

I was so lost in thought, that it startled me when Ann said, "You can go, baby. It's green."

I shook my head to get the daydream cobwebs out, and I pressed on the gas hard, making the car lurch forward a little quicker than I had intended. Ann grabbed my arm and let out a little shriek, and then she started laughing hysterically.

"Sorry about that," I said sheepishly.

"What happened?"

"Just lost in thought, that's all."

"What were you thinking about?"

"You and me...about us."

"What about us?" Ann asked.

I let out a loving sigh and said, "I just still find it a little surreal that we're here. And I was just thinking about how we even got here."

Ann chuckled and said, "A lot of driving...that's how."

"Not just here, babe. HERE. All of it,"

"I'm not sure I understand, Neil."

"I'm not sure I do either, Ann. It's just so..." My voice trailed off and I welled up a little.

"Neil, are you okay, baby? What's wrong?"

I laughed, and rubbed away a tear that was forming in my left eye. "There's nothing wrong, Ann."

"Talk to me sweetheart...please?" Ann said, her hand touching my thigh. Her touch was gentle and loving, and I could feel the concern in her voice. I smiled softly, trying to reassure her that I was all right. And I was. My emotions were more joyous than anything else, but Ann couldn't have known that the way I'd reacted.

"Really, I'm okay."

"I still want you to talk to me. What's on your mind?"

"It just kind of hit me how our lives seem to keep coming full circle, on a lot of different levels. That whole thing with us in the cornfield really kind of got me to thinking about it all."

"Like what?"

"Well, let's start with that. We're teenagers, and you have crush on me. And then I get one on you when you're dancing in front of me at the basketball games. Hell, you were dancing FOR me. And we're both getting off thinking about each other. And the first time you ever get off, it's in a cornfield with a friend watching. And here we are, years later, and we're living out a fantasy that you had about me when you were seventeen. That's a little overwhelming."

"That's just who we are, Neil. We're going to have those kinds of things happen all the time now that we're together. I mean, I know it's a little hard to believe sometimes. I still have to pinch myself."

"Okay...I get that. I still get goose bumps when I think about how we met each other again at Matt's house. But that just got even more interesting when you factor in that Connie got angry at me for getting married the first time...but if I would have listened to her, I wouldn't be with you now. And the funny thing is, she knew all along how you felt about me. If she does know we're getting married...and now that I think about it, that's a pretty good bet considering the way the rumor mill works in town...so, if that's true, then you have to believe she knows we're both happy, and she's happy for us. You have to admit...that's beyond just a coincidence. It's another part of our life together, coming full circle."

"It's fate, Neil. And you know, they say all good things come to those who wait. So what if we had to wait for each other for 10 years...or 11 years...or however long it really was. We had to wait to find each other; if we didn't, it wouldn't have worked. And who cares what we went through to get to this point. All that matters to me is that we're here...now!"

"Me too Ann. But it still amazes me how we got here."

"I told you...it was a lot of driving," she laughed.

I pointed to a sign announcing the city limits of another town we were about to enter...one of seemingly dozens along US-30 that we'd gone through. "If someone would have asked you five years ago, when was the last time you were in this town, and what did you do here, how would you have answered?"

I knew the answer, because Ann had told me the night I'd brought her to that town when she was home that magical week we fell in love. She'd said it in passing; small talk to pass the time because she was nervous about where I'd said I was taking her.

Ann looked at the sign, and the answer was so ingrained in her memory that she never batted an eye when she answered. "It was the night of the finals of the sectional basketball tournament our senior year. We should have won that game and gone on to the regional. We WOULD have won that game if the coach wasn't an idiot and he would have put you on the team."

Ann's anger started to rise up, like it did every time we talked about my not playing on the team. The coach had at least been honest, and told me I wasn't going to see a lot of playing time at my natural position. Not with three returning seniors guards, and two sophomores that he needed to play so they'd be ready for the next season.

And with that in mind, I reminded Ann, saying, "If I would have played, you wouldn't have danced for me when I was sitting on the sidelines at halftime every game. And I don't remember that night for us losing the game. I remember it...because that's the second to last time I got to see your hot little ass shake in front of me doing a dance routine. And you were incredible that night."

"What? Second to last...when was the last time?"

"I'll get to that in a second. First, let me ask you another question. If someone were to ask you NOW, when was the last time you were in this town, and what did you do, what would your answer be?"

I turned right at a stoplight, getting off of US-30, heading south through the town Ann and I were talking about. She smiled at my question, and she said, "It was the week I came home. You brought me here to take me to dinner, and then you took me dancing...for our prom."

As I drove around a big, gentle curve, I pointed up to the hill on the right. "Do you remember what I said when I told you we were going there?"

Ann looked at the big building, and she shook her head. "You said you were taking me to that hotel...and I freaked, because I thought you just wanted to take me there to have sex. But it ended up being dinner and dancing instead. It was an amazing night."

"Yes, it was," I smiled as I started to drive by. But at the last second, just as we were about to pass the entrance, I whipped Ann's little Honda to the right, driving up the hill towards the front of the building.

"What are you doing?" Ann said...a little shocked that I'd made such a quick change of direction.

I pulled under the awning, and parked. "I'm taking you to a hotel," I grinned.

"What?"

"We're spending the night here, Ann. At the same hotel where you were scared to death that the only reason that I wanted to bring you here was so I could fuck you."

"But Neil, we're only a half hour from home. Why..."

"Because if I take you home, that's where you're going to sleep. And I'll be sleeping at MY parent's house. It's Saturday night, Ann. I want to spend one more night with you...because after tonight, it's going to be a while before we get to sleep next to each other again."

Ann put her hands over her mouth and nose, covering them as she said, "Oh my God! I never thought of that."

"I did. And more importantly, so did Tina."

"Tina...she knew about us coming here that night?"

"Well, I don't remember telling her. I just said that I liked the idea of one more night with you. I thought maybe you had told her about our prom night, and that's why she chose this hotel."

"No...I didn't tell her. Not that I remember, anyway."

"Hmm...we'll I guess that's another instance of fate, isn't it?" I smiled.

"I think it's more like we've come full circle again," Ann giggled.

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Actually, it wasn't that hard to fathom why Tina would have chosen the Holiday Inn we were going to stay at. She knew we'd have to go through that town on our way home, and it was the closet town to our hometown that would have a decent hotel in it. Logic said that Tina chose it because of it's proximity to home...we'd have a half hour drive the next day, instead of the 10 to 12 we'd been driving every day. And, she'd also chosen it because it actually was an elegant place.

While Holiday Inn's were a national chain, they didn't have the reputation of the higher end hotels of the time, like a Marriott, or a Sheraton, or a Hilton. They were always clean, and a great place to stay, but they generally weren't looked at as fancy. The impression was, you got what you paid for, and compared to those others, Holiday Inn's less offensive to the wallet.

But that was a generalization. A lot depended on where they were; take the town they were located in, for instance. Some Holiday Inn's took on the task of transforming themselves from just a roadside inn for weary travelers, to being the hot spot in a given location. And that was the case with this hotel. First of all, it had one of the finest restaurants in the general region, including Fort Wayne. And it had that incredible nightclub that was hopping almost every night of the week. It was THE place to stay if you were going out on the town...any town.

The hotel had an entirely different feel than the last time Ann and I had walked into the lobby. The first time, Ann had assumed we were heading to the check in desk, and I could feel the trepidation in her body as we'd entered the lobby. But instead, we walked past it, heading to the restaurant just down the hallway. I could remember the confusion on Ann's face as she tried to decipher what was going on when we didn't stop where she thought we would.

Now, Ann was clutching my arm, gleefully walking into the front of the hotel with me, knowing full well that we were going to check into a room, and at some point, we'd be making love...or fucking, depending on our mood. It was such a stark difference than that night of dinner and dancing we shared in the heat of July.

It seemed like the hundredth time on our trip that I stood at the desk of some lodging establishment, waiting for a key to a room. But this time, it was oddly different. Instead of being told we were expected, the man behind the desk just looked up our reservation, and handed me a room key after I signed the paperwork. That, and there was no packet waiting for me from Tina.

But as I thought about it, that really didn't surprise me. We were going to go home the next day. We didn't need directions, or a map. We wouldn't have a specific time we needed to be anywhere the next day. But then again, I couldn't help but wonder why there wasn't something to tell us about the night's festivities, so to speak. After all, Tina had made a bold proclamation in her little note on the hotel bill at the last place we stayed, telling me that whatever we did that night would pale in comparison to what she had in store for us now.

Sure, I was reading a lot into that little blurb that she'd had typed on the room invoice, but I kind of had expectations now. To walk away from the counter with just a warm, friendly greeting and a room key, like any other guest would have gotten, actually seemed a little impersonal from what I was used to.

Ann must have felt the same way, since she said, "Well...that was different, wasn't it?"

"Yeah. I kind of feel...ordinary," I laughed.

"Well, I don't know about 'ordinary', but I guess you're right. It wasn't what I expected, that's for sure."

"What did you expect?" I asked as I led her back out to get our luggage for the night.

"Actually, I don't know. You're the one that's been checking us into the hotels. I've been in the car most of the time. And I guess I really shouldn't have expected anything. This has been such an amazing trip so far, it really isn't fair to feel like I do."

"And how's that?" I asked as we walked out to the car to get our suitcases.

"I dunno...I guess...a little let down. But like I said, that's really not fair. Look at where we're staying. This is the perfect place for us to be if we weren't going to go home. And you know we're going to have a great time!" Ann leaned toward me, and we shared a tender kiss under the open hatch of her car.

She took the suitcases and put them on one of those little carts, and she said she was going to wait there for me to park the car. I had taken the extra time to dig out a couple of suitcases for each of us, because Ann wanted to be able to wear what she wanted, and when I thought about what we might be doing, I decided that was a good idea. I got in the car, and waited for Ann to close the back for me so I could pull away.

When I got back to the sidewalk, Ann was standing there with a naughty little grin on her face as she bit her lip. She was trying to act all shy and innocent, but I knew she was up to something. As I got to the top of the little hill, I noticed that Ann had pulled out the big box of sexual goodies she'd gotten at her surprise party...placing it prominently on top of the suitcases.

I arched my eyebrow as I smiled at her. "Have something on your mind?"

"No. But I figured you might think of something later, and you'd want to be prepared."

"Ann...I really don't want to do the bondage thing..."

"Neither do I. There are a lot of other things to play with in our toy box, baby. Every time we get it out doesn't automatically mean we're doing that. Ha...far from it. You worked me over so good the other night, I don't think I'll need that itch scratched again for quite a while. But I will someday," she said with a wink. "The truth is, there are some nice outfits in there that I never put in my suitcase!"

"So...you DO have something in mind."

"To wear? Perhaps," she said, being coy...and damn cute in the process.

I took Ann's hand in my left, and pulled the cart inside with my right, heading towards the elevators we'd used to take us to the nightclub that last time we were there. We had just stepped into one of them, pulling the cart inside with us, when we heard a voice calling out for us to hold the elevator.

It was a couple who looked like they were in their late 30's or early 40's, and they appeared to be coming back from dinner. They were striking...both very attractive and obviously dressed up for the occasion, whatever it may have been. The man was roughly my height, and he weighed a little more, but he looked to be in good shape. He was just starting to grey around the temples, but it looked good against his dark brown hair and rugged, chiseled face. He looked dignified wearing his dark tailored suit and a red tie.

His wife was dressed to kill; her dark black evening dress flowing as they started moving faster once they saw the door open and us inside. It wasn't as risqué as something Ann might wear, but it hugged her womanly curves, showing she had a great figure. Her breasts bounced freely inside the clinging top of the dress. They were at least 36C's and it was evident in the way they were swaying as she moved across the floor that she wasn't wearing a bra for the evening.

Her hair was long, and it was layered, giving her a free look. It was a light brown color, but it has also been frosted with golden highlights that made it look alive as she practically ran to keep us from having to wait.

Ann held her hand over the door, and said, "Please...don't rush! We don't want you falling down in those heels."

The woman got in first, standing next our luggage cart on the other side. Ann and I were tucked into the corner near the panel, and the gentleman got in and said, "Thank you. Six please."

"Oh...that's where we're going," Ann said excitedly. And I knew at that moment that she was about to strike up a conversation, as she always seemed to do when she met new people.

Ann had that gift, being able to be so warm and personable that she could make friends in almost any situation. It was something I'd seen numerous times already in our brief relationship, and yet I still marveled at it. In seconds, Ann's personality would come across, and people would feel so at ease that they'd open up to her. And it wasn't like that was a one way thing...Ann would offer a little of herself to each person that showed they cared to listen. And now that we were engaged, she'd throw me in there for good measure. Not that I minded. It was part of being a couple, and I loved being a couple with Ann.

Ann reached through the cart and stuck out her hand. "I'm Ann Franklin, and this is my fiancée, Neil Thomas."

The woman politely reached through and shook Ann's hand as I hit the button for the sixth floor, closing the elevator doors in the process. I gave a little wave with my other hand, along with my standard nod and a smile that I'd learned to use in those situations.

"Hello Ann...Neil. I'm Penny McCray, and this is my husband Garrett. Thank you so much for holding the elevator for us."

Garrett made the same little gestures that I had made, content to let the women hold the conversation while we both stood by in the wings. And Ann and Penny did talk, the cordial information flying back and forth at a speed that made me wonder if I'd hit the button for the 60th floor instead of the one Garrett had asked for, which was impossible since the elevator only went to six. Ann had already spilled the beans about our impending wedding, and she gave some vague details about that. Penny responded that she and Garrett were celebrating their anniversary with a weekend away from their kids.

"When's your Anniversary?" Ann asked.

"We'll be married 15 years tomorrow," Penny beamed.

"Wow...congratulations," I said.

"Yeah...that's so sweet that you're getting a weekend away," Ann added.

Penny was just starting to tell us about their two girls, when she did a classic double take as she glanced into the open box on top of the suitcases. "Wow," she said. Then she realized she'd said it out loud, and she covered her mouth, starting to blush a little bit.

Ann looked at where Penny was staring, and she let out a little laugh. "Sorry...I hope we didn't embarrass you."

Penny looked up at Ann and said, "That's a lot of...stuff."

"Bridal shower gifts from my girlfriends in California. We figured we might try a few things out tonight," Ann smiled.

Penny kind of stood on her toes, peering into the box again. She reached her hand toward it, and glanced up at Ann. "May I?" Ann nodded with a little shrug, and Penny reached into the box, moving a piece of rope to the side to pick out a package with a silver egg shaped vibrator inside. It had a remote control device, and there was a long wire that went between the two. "W...what's this?" she asked.