Ann: A Love Story Ch. 68

I'd introduced Ann to Kevin, and we'd had a five-minute conversation, complete with Ann congratulating him on his new job. When he went back to work in the office, I took Ann over for her to meet Tommy. She couldn't stop gushing about the cabin, and how beautiful Estes Park was, thanking him and Angie for suggesting it as a place for us to stay.

"Uh...I don't remember doing that," Tommy said, a little surprised.

"You didn't, directly," I said with a smile. "But you mentioned it so much I couldn't help but think it might be the perfect place for Ann and me to stay on the way home."

Ann didn't miss a beat, saying, "And it WAS. Oh my God, Tommy...it was perfect."

"Julie even remembered you and Angie," I chimed in.

"Really? She did?"

"Yes...she did."

"Wow...well, it was a magical week. Actually, it's a magical place. I know you weren't there very long...did you two get to see much of the place?"

I started to say something, but Ann cut me off. It shouldn't have surprised me, because she seemed in a playful mood. And, it was really her night we were talking about. In fact, she wanted to allude to it just a little.

"No...we really didn't. Neil was being such a slave driver that night."

"What's that mean?" Tommy snickered.

"I just mean, he had his sights set on how he wanted things to be that evening. He wanted the night to be special, and when he gets like that...well, my hands were tied," she said with a straight face.

I almost choked, thinking about the imagery that Ann brought to my brain, and I wondered if Tommy caught her hidden meaning.

He didn't seem to, when he said, "I can understand that. Sometimes I want to make things perfect for Angie, because she works so hard to do that for me ALL the time."

"Well, Neil worked hard...that's for sure. But it was worth it...it was an incredible night. One I'll never forget," Ann said as she turned and kissed me on the cheek.

"NEIL!" the voice behind us yelled. I turned to see Kevin standing in the doorway of the office, holding his hand to his face like a receiver. "PHONE CALL FOR YOU BUD!"

"WHO IS IT?" I yelled over the sounds of the machinery running.

"IT'S MARK!"

"Come on, Ann...I want you to say hi to Mark," I said as I took her hand.

~*~*~*~*~*~

The big sign hanging over the highway said, 'Welcome to West Virginia', and I let out a little groan.

"Well that's the biggest tease, ever!" I said out loud to myself as I moved into the left lane to pass a slower truck.

Yes, I was finally in West Virginia, the state I'd now be calling home. But, I was still several hours from where Ann and I'd be living. And that wasn't because West Virginia is that big of a state. It was because it's an oddly shaped state, and I was driving through the wrong panhandle.

Ann and I were going to be living in the eastern panhandle...a roughly 25 mile wide appendage of real estate that juts out from the main part of the state, sandwiched between Maryland and Virginia. But I was driving through the northern panhandle towards Wheeling, along a ten-mile stretch of Interstate 70 between Ohio and Pennsylvania. Knowing I still had a long way to go, I sighed.

But as I had been doing most of the trip, my mind wandered, and I reached for another cassette. I'd seen the sign listing the exits for Wheeling, West Virginia, and a song came to mind. Pulling out the INXS 'Kick' tape I had in, and replacing it with Billy Joel's 'Songs in the Attic'.

Hitting the fast forward button a couple of times, the song I had in mind came on, and I listened to the slow, western themed piano beginning of 'The Ballad of Billy the Kid', followed shortly by the harmonica sounds that took my mind to the old west.

"I wonder if Billy the Kid was really from here," I asked myself as the other Billy on the stereo started singing.

I was lost in that for just a moment, but it wasn't long before my thoughts returned to where they'd been since I'd left her in Indiana. And they picked up where they'd left off, with Ann walking into my office with me so I could have her say hello to my friend Mark, who was calling to wish me luck, and thank me for all I'd done for him and T-S Incorporated.

And when I thought of that conversation, I couldn't help but smile.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Ann knew who Mark was. She'd heard countless stories of my weekend at his place. Most of them involved Dawn, but Ann certainly knew the big role he played in saving me from the depths of despair I'd been mired in after my divorce. So it wasn't a surprise to her that I'd want her to 'meet' Mark over the phone. It did surprise her that I asked Kevin if we could have the office alone so I could put Mark on the speakerphone.

Kevin didn't have a problem with it. It was close to the end of the day, and he needed to go onto the floor to check production status anyway. What with the party, and Ann and I meeting people, I was sure there was some disruptions to the production lines, and he'd need a status for early Monday morning.

Ann and I walked into the office, and she had a seat in the chair across from my desk while I shut the door so we could hear on the phone. I noticed her smiling as she saw the two boxes against the wall, marked 'Neil's office'...personal things I was taking with me to West Virginia. I walked around the desk and hit the speaker button, and then the button that was blinking for line three.

"Good Afternoon, Neil Thomas," I said as I winked at Ann.

"Hey, buddy...it's Mark! How's the last day going?"

"Better than I thought. Of course, it helps that Ann stopped by to help me say goodbye my employees. Say 'Hi' Ann."

"Hello, Mark," Ann said in her sexy voice.

"Wow...Hi Ann. Or is it Annabelle today?" he said with a mischievous laugh.

Ann looked at me with a wry smirk, her eyebrow arched. "So...you told Mark about our night in Colorado?"

"What can I say, Ann? Mark was the only guy I could tell that would believe me without seeing pictures."

"WHOA...you never told me there were pictures!" Mark interrupted.

"Well, they haven't been developed yet. And I'd never let you see the ones from that night anyway."

"Why not?" Ann said. "You're not ashamed of what you did to me, are you? You weren't too ashamed to tell Mark about it."

"No...I'm not ashamed. But I would never share those with anybody."

Ann twirled her hair with her finger like a naughty schoolgirl, her crossed leg bobbing up and down as she stared at me. "And why not? I showed my girlfriends pictures of you and your hard cock."

I could hear Mark chuckling on the phone as Ann kind of put me on the spot. But Ann gave me a sexy wink, letting me know she was just feeling naughty. I sat back in my chair, and said, "So, you wouldn't have a problem with Mark seeing pictures of you tied up to the bed?"

"Those, or the ones of me tied up on the couch. I bet those are REALLY hot."

Playing along, I said, "Okay...maybe we should send a couple to Mark and Jill when we get them."

"I will...if you MAKE me," Ann said, leaning forward in her chair, her elbow resting on the edge of my desk.

"You two DO know I'm listening, right?" Mark said, his voice a little shaky.

"Uh huh," Ann said, licking her lips as she grinned at me. "And to answer your question, I'm not Annabelle right now, because Neil hasn't asked me to be, and I'm not really feeling that way at the moment. But I'm definitely feeling like Anna."

"Anna...what's that mean?"

I said, "Well, Annabelle is when Ann's feeling like a dirty slut."

"I thought you didn't like that word," Mark said, having remembered our conversations in the past revolving my ex.

"Uh...that kind of changed that night in Colorado. Let's just say I have a new appreciation of how amazing it can be when the woman you love is in a slutty mood."

"Hmm...did you wear a blond wig?" Mark asked Ann.

"Ha...no, I wasn't Amanda, if that's what you're asking. But that certainly crossed my mind."

The 'Amanda' that Ann referred to was the persona Dawn had taken on when I'd tied her up to the bed the last night I was with her. And Mark had alluded to Dawn role playing for me twice that weekend...as Amanda, the character in the porn movie she and Jill reenacted. That's why Mark had asked about the blond wig. Dawn had worn one when she pretended to be Amanda, just like Jill had donned a red one to play 'Sophie', the other star of the porn video.

I had told Ann about the last night I was with Dawn, and how I'd left her tied to the bed. And I had given her all the details of what Mark and Jill had done with Dawn when they'd found her tied up naked in her bedroom after I'd gone. And that had me suddenly wondering if that was a part of when Ann started feeling the need to have that happen someday. I could remember Ann's reaction when I'd told her the story...she'd gotten turned on.

In fact, I remembered having the conversation when I'd found her eating alone in the little local legend of a restaurant in town. It was a conversation we'd had before we'd had any kind of sex with each other. And Ann commented after hearing about it that she may have to go home to her parent's place and masturbate. I could remember the look in her eyes, the way she looked at me. And looking back on it, I was certain now she was staring at me that day in the restaurant, thinking about me doing those things to her that I'd done to Dawn.

But it had been months since Ann and I had talked about that last night with Dawn. And we'd only talked about it that one time. Still, it obviously left an impression on Ann. She not only remembered 'Amanda'...she got the gist of what Mark was talking about just from the vague hint of the blond wig. And I wondered if I was now right, and that was the genesis of her wanted to feel, in her words, helpless and liberated sexually.

"So, who's Anna?" Mark asked.

"That's who I am when I'm just feeling like a naughty girl," Ann said as she winked at me again.

"Hmm...sounds like there's a lot of gray area there between the two."

"Not really. Neil's always going to know when I slide from Anna into Annabelle. And I'm not going to be Annabelle all that often...but I'm Anna all the time, it seems like," she giggled.

"Well, from what Neil's told me, it sounds like both Anna AND Annabelle are pretty damn hot. But I can tell you, Jill thought Annabelle was incredible. And I won't even tell you what Dawn said," he laughed.

Ann went silent, and suddenly, so was Mark. I wasn't sure if Ann was upset or not, but watching her mull over what she'd just heard, she didn't seem to be. But he couldn't have known that over the phone, and that didn't stop Mark from backtracking.

"Ann, I'm sorry. I don't know why I brought that up," he said, his voice dripping with concern.

"You told Dawn?" Ann said.

"Well...actually, Jill did the other day. But I shouldn't have said..."

"It's okay, Mark. So, what did she say?"

"Uh...you really want to know?" he asked, like he was suddenly wary he might be being trapped.

"Please?"

"Well, first, she thinks you and Neil are amazing together. And when Jill told her what you did on your trip home...specifically what you did in Colorado, she...well, she got horny. She said she needed to get home to Jeremy so he could manhandle her. I'm pretty sure that's the word she used."

"Jeremy's her boyfriend?" Ann asked.

"Yeah. Jill asked her a couple of days later how it went. And she said it was incredible. I guess they did a little playing around like you did...she just didn't tell him what made her want to do it."

"Did SHE wear the wig?" I laughed.

"I don't know...I'll ask her tonight," he laughed back.

"So...you're going to see her?" Ann said as she shifted her body, showing her excitement.

"Yeah...she's coming over to get the last of her things, why?"

Ann looked at me, and I knew from the look in her eyes what she wanted. And she wanted me to do it. In that millisecond of time, I felt all the love Ann had for me. And the way she was staring did something to me. I had a feeling wash over me, and I smiled and nodded.

"Ann wants to know if you think Dawn would come to the wedding," I asked.

"You want her to come? Really?"

"Not just her...Jeremy too," I added.

"Well, I'll ask if you want me to...but they're leaving, so it may not be practical," Mark said, still unsure if he heard me right.

"Leaving?" Ann asked.

"Yeah...they're moving...leaving Monday for Arizona. I think I told Neil that they might be. Jeremy got a job there, and Dawn wants to live somewhere warmer."

I thought Ann would be disappointed. Instead, she asked, "Could you do me a favor, Mark?"

"Sure, Ann...anything."

"I know they probably don't know where they're going to be living, kind of like me and Neil...so if I send you an invitation for them, could you forward it once they get settled."

"Do you still want me to ask her?"

Ann shook her head, even though Mark couldn't see her. "No...I think it will be better now if I just send the invitation and have you forward it. Is that okay?"

"Sure...whatever you want."

There was another awkward silence as Ann sat back in her chair. She was thinking about what she'd just found out. I don't think she was really disappointed, as much as she was wistful about meeting Dawn, and knowing now that that likely wasn't going to happen. But the sweet grin on her face also said she was okay with it.

Wanting to break the silence, Mark said, "So...everything okay on that end?"

Ann perked up and said, "Yes...I'm fine. Just thinking about what you said earlier."

"About what?" I asked, wondering myself.

"I was wondering if I would have felt different if I would have worn a wig when we were in Colorado. I actually think I would have," she giggled.

"Are you feeling slutty now," Mark asked, almost like he was wishfully thinking. And that made me perk up a little myself, wondering about Ann's answer.

"HA...no, Mark. I'm still just feeling naughty. It takes a lot more than that to push me over to my kinkier side."

"Well, there's nothing wrong with naughty. In fact, I remember the last time I talked to Neil on his speakerphone, and he had a naughty girl with him that day too. She was on her knees under his desk, if I recall."

Mark knew that Ann knew about my office rendezvous with Nancy. In fact, he knew that Ann had given me permission to be with Nancy, even though Ann and I had only been together a couple of days at the time. We were still just kind of dating at that point, although we both knew it was feeling like so much more than that. When Ann heard Mark, she stood up, and walked sexily around my desk, moving my chair back so she could get down where Nancy had been that day.

"Great idea, Mark. I can't think of a better way for Neil to finish his last day here at work than to get a hummer from me while he talks to you on the phone."

"You...want me to listen?" he asked, sounding unnerved.

"Yes...I do. And I want you to think of Jill doing this to you at your desk while Neil cums in my mouth," she said as she got comfortable underneath my desk and reached for my zipper.

~*~*~*~*~*~

It was the perfect way to end my career at Beck Manufacturing. Ann gave me a glorious blowjob, pulling out my hard shaft and my balls, taking me deep inside her marvelous mouth. She took it deep, proving once again how proficient she'd become at swallowing my thick shaft down her throat. And then she hummed, trying to make the sounds of sucking my cock sloppy and noisy. She was giving Mark an erotic audio show, and he was eating it up.

We could hear him breathing, and occasionally moaning when Ann would stop and give him a 'blow by blow' description of what she was doing to me. And, she was saying things about Jill, and what it would be like if she was doing the same thing to him.

The final blow, for both of us, was when Ann pulled off my cock and said, "Imagine what it would be like if Jill was there under your desk, tied up Mark." Ann started stroking my cock slowly, as she said, "Can you picture her. She's on her knees, and you've tied ropes around her thighs and her shins, binding her legs so that she couldn't stand up if she wanted to. And you've got her hands tied behind her back, so she can only do what you make her do...and she's going to make you cum now, just like I'm going to make Neil cum...right NOW!"

As soon as Ann said, that, I groaned, and she put her lips back over the head of my cock and giggled.

"Oh God...Anna...I'm cumming!" I growled between my clenched teeth, trying to keep from yelling out and announcing my orgasm to the people working outside in my department.

I wasn't sure if Mark groaned with me or not. But after I finished cumming, and Ann finished swallowing, she got up and sat on my lap, playing with my half hard cock between her legs. Slowly, she leaned forward towards the phone.

"Are you hard, Mark?" she asked, using her sexy voice again.

"Yeah...that was very hot, Anna," he said, whining a little.

Letting out a naughty laugh, Ann said, "Hmm...you must need to cum, huh."

"I think I can manage 'til I get home to Jill," he laughed.

"Maybe you should call Jill and see if she can come over to your office and take care of you.

"Actually, that sounds interesting," he said. "Neil, give me a call once you're settled out there. I don't want to lose touch, okay?"

"No problem, Mark. We'll be talking...and we'll see you and Jill at the wedding."

"Okay, buddy. Anna, it was amazing meeting you this way. I can't wait to meet you in person."

"Me too, Mark. I'll be sending out the invitations this weekend, so be looking for yours early next week...and the one for Dawn and Jeremy too."

~*~*~*~*~*~

I'd been on the Pennsylvania Turnpike countless times in my life. My Dad used it every year when we'd lived out east, and we traveled back and forth to and from the Midwest when we went to visit Grandparent's on summer vacations. But this was my first time driving it by myself. And it was exactly what I remembered it being, somewhat congested, with a slower than normal speed limit.

I had stopped at one of the Service Plaza's along the Turnpike, getting a bite to eat, and filling up the car. But now I was back on the road, driving along the winding curves that navigated through the Allegheny Mountains. It was late afternoon, but it felt more like early evening, because it was already looking like dusk. The weather reports I'd looked at before I left were unfortunately accurate for once; the cold, gray rainy day that had been predicted for my entire trip was exactly as advertised, and my mood became gloomier with every mile farther I drove away from Ann.

"God I miss her," I said to myself as the windshield wipers moved back and forth in front of my face.

Resigned that my life was going to be that way for a while, I sat back into my seat, and began yet another daydream about Ann. This time, I thought about how she looked when I'd left her at Tina's shop, naked and sweaty, my cum dripping out of her well-used pussy, AND her ass. And I smiled. Suddenly, I was a lot happier than I'd been just seconds before.

I got a little hard, thinking about how Ann had made me cum twice in just a couple of hours, once in her pussy, and then again in her ass. She wanted to make sure we experienced both ends of the sexual spectrum. So, first we made love...and then, we fucked. The lovemaking was long, and sweet, and tender...and it was amazing. And just fifteen minutes later, Ann had sucked me hard, and she was bending her body over the arm of Tina's amazing leather couch, pulling her ass cheeks wide for me so I could give her what she wanted...what we both wanted.

I grinned again, thinking about how that moment was for us as I plowed my thick shaft deep into her tight ass.

"Wow...she has such an amazing ass," I said to myself as I stared out at the wet pavement in front of me. Perking up, I thought, "And in just a couple of months, I'm going to be married to it...and the rest of her!"