Ann: A Love Story Ch. 87

"How is it going to be good for the other girls if there are no guys?"

"I don't know, but with Tina, you can imagine. Look, if this is a problem, I'll just tell her no. It's not like..."

"Ann, I'm not saying no. I'm not sure what I'm saying, really."

"Well, I'm pretty sure Tina and Matt are working on something for you on Thursday too. But we can call them both off."

"Is that what you want?" I asked.

She tenderly put her hand on mine, her eyes filled with love as she gave me a reassuring smile. "I want you to be happy. So whatever you decide is fine with me."

"Whatever WE decide," I said, taking her hand in mine.

She took a moment...we both did, reflecting on just what we were talking about. We were silent once again, but this time it was different. We were holding hands as we sat across from each other at the table, looking into each other's eyes. At that moment, I felt a connection like I'd never felt before. It was so deep and so incredible that goose bumps ran up my arms.

She felt my reaction, and she laughed, her infectious giggle filling the restaurant. Leaning forward, she whispered, "I think we just decided, didn't we."

"We did?" I asked, squinting my eyes.

"I think it's time we slowed down a little."

"Okay," I smiled. Then I looked at her in confusion and said, "What's that mean, exactly?"

"Well, I think I already told you that I really just wanted it to be you and me for a while once we're married. I know we owe Carol a few dates, and we should still do that. And I meant what I said to Tina...I'd love the three of us to get together whenever we can. But part of that is because I know it will be few and far between from now on, so it will be a nice change for us whenever that happens. Other than that..."

"So, no more 'joint account' when I get back," I said with a grin.

"Well, let's not close it. Let's save our money, so to speak. Is that okay?"

"Sure. Jeez...I still can't believe you've let me do all things that you have. But I've told you all along, I've never needed anyone BUT you, Ann. I love you."

"Aw...I know baby. I love that you love me that much...and I love YOU, which is why I've loved doing all those things for you. And I promise...we're still going to have the most amazing sex life ever! There's just going to be fewer people involved for now."

"For now?"

"Like I've always said, I don't want to rule anything out, other than fucking other men. And whatever we do, we'll decide it together. But after we're married, other than Carol, and Tina if she decides to visit, I want it to just be the two of us for a while."

"No problem. We always said we were going to back off a little after we're married. We'll just be starting a little earlier," I nodded.

She batted her eyes to go along with her suddenly sheepish smile. "Well..."

Knowing her naughty look when I saw it, all I could do was grin. "Well what, Anna?"

She squeezed my hands, excited that I'd called her 'Anna'. But she was also guarded when she said, "Look, like I said before, I have no problem telling Tina no. You need to know that."

"You're excited about what she's planning, aren't you?"

"I'd be lying if I said I wasn't. She's been teasing me about it for weeks. But like I said, I have no problem telling her no."

"That doesn't make any sense. You're telling me you're not going to be disappointed?"

"A little. But not as much as Tina and Matt," she said candidly. "I know they've both been doing a lot to work out the details. If I'm telling them no, I need to do it soon, so they can make other plans."

"What's Matt planning?" I asked.

"I can't tell you, baby. It's supposed to be a surprise. But you have my permission. He already cleared it with me," she winked.

"So why wouldn't Tina clear yours with me?" I asked.

"I don't know. Maybe she thinks you'd approve."

"That's a pretty big assumption. What if I don't?"

She squeezed my hands again and said, "Then just tell me to tell her no, Neil. Or, you could call her and find out what she's got planned, and then you can tell her yes or no."

She let go of my hands so she could finish eating. I sat there a moment, contemplating what she'd just said. Once again, she was right. She had done so many things for Tina, setting her up on several sexual adventures with me, including the one we'd shared less than an hour before. Well, that wasn't set up, per se, but she not only allowed it, she spurred it on with her active imagination.

With a kind of sexual gauntlet through down, it was only natural for Tina to want to pay her back. Sure, she'd been the mastermind for the trip we'd taken across the country as we traveled from California. But that was just one adventure. Ann had set her up at least a half dozen times.

Truthfully, my only real hang up was Ann fucking some guy. And with the girls already assuring me that that wasn't going to happen, I didn't really need to 'approve' anything Tina was going to do for the bachelorette party. After all, I trusted her...and Ann. At the same time, part of me wanted to know what she'd planned. Perhaps it was simply curiosity on my part, but there was also something about Ann belonging to me, and my having some say about whether I would allow it. Since sex was implied, and would likely be involved in the party in some way, I felt she at least owed me the courtesy of asking my permission, like Matt had apparently done with Ann.

Ann was right, though. If it bothered me that Tina hadn't asked me, it wasn't her place to find out what was going on. It was mine.

"You're right Ann."

"About what?"

"About calling Tina. I'm the one that's curious...I should be the one to find out what she has in mind, not you."

"Oh trust me...I'm curious too," she laughed.

"You know what I mean. I'm sure you're right. She wouldn't plan anything that I wouldn't be okay with. So, I'll just call her."

"Why bother, baby?"

"Huh?" I replied, puzzled by her question.

"If you're sure I'm right, and you're sure she won't plan anything you won't be okay with, why do you need to call her?"

"Well, it's just..."

"Neil, I don't mean to sound critical, because Matt did ask me. But you either trust Tina or you don't. Frankly, the same goes for me. If she sets up something that I'm not comfortable with, I'm not going to do it, no matter what she thinks. Or anyone else, for that matter."

"It's more the principle of it, Ann. Don't you think I deserve to be asked?"

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean you should contradict how you feel just because she didn't. I guess what I'm saying is, if you really feel that strongly about Tina not asking you, perhaps you don't trust her as much as you think you do. And if that's the case, maybe we both need to re-evaluate that."

"I trust her Ann. You know I do."

"I do too. So, why call her? Just trust her." I sat there for a moment, thinking about what she had said. She was right, but that didn't mean that it was still wasn't eating at me a little. And she could tell. "Look, you need to do what your heart is telling you to do. I'm not going to tell you not to. But if you call, go into the conversation open minded, and remember this isn't worth losing a friend over."

"Losing a friend? What do you mean by that?"

"I can only speak from experience, Neil. I've lost two friends in my life because I thought there was mutual trust, and they ended up questioning mine. Once that happens, there's really no going back to the way it was. So be careful."

I hadn't thought of any of that. Suddenly, the 'principle' of having Tina inform me of what she was planning didn't seem so important. It certainly wasn't worth losing her as a friend. I trusted her...she'd been a friend and a confidante when I didn't have many in town. To start questioning her motives regarding Ann's party was stupid on my part.

"I don't need to be careful, babe. I'm not going to say anything to her. It's not worth all of that. Let's just let things happen. By next weekend, we'll be married...that's all that matters to me."

"Are you sure?"

"Very," I smiled.

"Good," she said with a grin. "Now we can concentrate on more important things."

"Yeah...like what?"

She moved the foot that had been resting between my legs, pressing the toe of her stiletto underneath my crotch. She lifted my balls up through my jeans, making me flinch in the process, giggling at my reaction.

"Mmm...like whether I'm going to have to buy myself dessert here, or if you're going to have enough cum in those balls to let me have a tastier treat on the way home."

~*~*~*~*~*~ It was quiet in my parent's house as I slowly closed the back door and locked it. Of course, I expected it to be quiet, since it was past midnight. Then again, my mother was a night owl just like I was, so it shouldn't have surprised me that she was sitting in her favorite chair reading a book. But it did. In fact, it startled me, because I hadn't looked in that little corner to my right as I moved through the family room on the way to mine.

Sure, the small reading light was on, but she always left it on when I got home late, so I wouldn't be coming home to a dark house. I was almost to the hallway when she called out to me.

"Good morning, Neil," she said as she closed her book and put it on the table next to her.

"HOLY...jeez Mom, you scared the crap out of me!" I said, my heart pounding in my chest.

I fought the reflex to check to make sure my zipper was pulled up. But I couldn't help but wonder if there was a wet spot on the front of my jeans from Ann putting away my well sucked cock while it was still semi hard and soaked with her saliva. I didn't regret going without my boxers very often, but I was suddenly worried about one of the drawbacks as a little chill ran down my spine. Then again, if I'd been wearing underwear, what she had just done for me would have been far more difficult...and a lot less sexy for both of us.

"Sorry, sweetie. I should have said something when I first heard you...I just wanted to finish that chapter."

"Well...uh, good morning to you too. What are you doing up so late?" I asked, turning at an angle to shield my body in front just in case I was showing any signs of the late night blowjob Ann had just given me.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Ann had been playing with my cock under the blanket we were sharing, slowly jacking me off the entire time we watched a movie together, telling me she was saving her dessert for later. As the movie went along, I began to wonder if she was saving it for another day, particularly when the credits rolled. But I knew from the twinkle in her eyes that she still had something naughty on her mind. At least, I thought I knew.

After two hours of the incredibly pleasurable torment she'd put my cock though during the show, she had me primed and ready when she zipped my cock up inside my jeans. I gasped as she threw the blanket off me and got up, an evil little laugh emanating from deep within her chest as she swayed her hips while walking toward the doorway.

I shook my head, thinking she was going to save my load for another time, but when I walked around the corner, she was sitting on a step halfway up stairway with her shirt off. I stared at her naked tits as she crooked her finger at me, beckoning me to walk up the first five or six steps. As I did, she licked her lips in silence, reaching for my zipper when my crotch got to her eye level.

She didn't drag it out like she had the luxurious handjob during the movie. She took my cock deep into her mouth and started sucking me hard and fast. It wasn't long before I knew why she'd taken off her shirt; the saliva dripping from her mouth and down her chin left a long wet trail on her chest. It was a raw and sloppy blowjob, the sounds of her slurping echoing down the stairwell as she swallowed me whole.

I came with a rush, my sperm splashing against the back of her throat as she swallowed every last drop. I had to grab the railing to steady myself as the she sucked hard on the head of my shaft, swirling her tongue in a way that drove me insane. Letting go of my cock with a pop, she deftly tucked it back into my jeans before zipping me up.

She grabbed her top, throwing it under the railing into a hamper down below us. Standing up, she kissed me quickly, and said, "Thanks for my dessert, lover. Let yourself out...I'm going to bed. I'll see you tomorrow."

With that, she giggled as she turned heel on the stair and walked up, leaving me there to stare at her perfect ass, knowing I was watching it. All I could do was smile as I let myself out, locking the front door behind me. It was Ann at her sexiest, and it made for a memorable ending to my night...at least, until I got back to my parent's house, still under the influence of the intoxicating buzz from what she'd just done to me.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Mom didn't seem to pick up on my fears of there being some kind of evidence left behind from Ann's oral talents. That or she ignored them as she got up and took off her reading glasses, placing them on top of her book. "I've been waiting on you," she said as she walked around the coffee table toward me.

"Why would you be waiting up for me? I'm not a teenager."

"No, but a parent never stops worrying just because their kids get older. Someday you'll find that out."

"Mom, seriously, you didn't stay up because you were worried. You've gone to bed hundreds of times before when I've been out late."

"I wouldn't say hundreds. But just because I've gone to bed doesn't mean I didn't worry."

"Mom, really..."

She walked over to me and kissed me on the cheek, saying, "I'm glad you're home safe. You need to call Tina...she said she'll be staying up waiting for you to call."

"Tina? Why do I need to call Tina?" I asked.

"I don't know. She didn't say. I presume it has to do with the wedding. Are you going to church with us in the morning?"

I shook my head, confused by the odd conversation we were having. "What?"

"Are you going with us, or are you sleeping in. I know you have a long drive tomorrow."

"Mom, it's only Friday. Well, it's Saturday now. I'm not leaving tomorrow."

"Oh, you're right. I forgot it was a long weekend. So, are you going to church with us on Sunday?"

"I...I'm going with Ann and her parents. She wants me to feel comfortable at their church, since we're getting married there."

"That's nice. Will we see you before you leave?"

"Of course. You'll see me tomorrow, remember?"

"I meant on Sunday."

"I don't know. Let's worry about that when the time comes. Now, why am I calling Tina?"

She shrugged and said, "I told you, Neil...I don't know. Your hair looks nice, though. She did a good job."

I couldn't help but think about what Tina and I had done after she cut my hair. I was smiling about that when I said, "Yes...she always does."

"So where'd you go to eat?"

Chuckling, I shook my head. "Wow Mom, I need a map to follow this conversation."

"Sorry...I'm tired. I just stayed up to give you the message."

"You could have written a note and put it on the counter like you always do."

"And miss this," she laughed, before giving me a big hug. "Get a good night's sleep, Neil. And don't forget to call Tina," she said as she headed down the hallway. "She'll be upset if you don't...she already sounded a little upset."

I stood there, frozen in place as I contemplated that last sentence she said, hearing her open the door to her bedroom and close it behind her.

"Tina's upset?" I said to myself as I stared blankly ahead. "Why in the world would she be upset?"

~*~*~*~*~*~

The phone picked up on the first ring, Tina never bothering to say hello. Her words were rushed, slamming together like she was afraid I might hang up.

"Neil, we need to talk," she barked, her voice a higher pitch than usual.

"What's wrong?" I replied, hoping to calm her.

"Nothing...why?"

"Oh, I don't know. You call and say you need me to call as soon as I get home, no matter what time it is; my mom thinks you're upset; and then I call and you're talking so fast I need an interpreter. I guess you called to talk about the weather."

Easily sensing my sarcasm, her own biting variety was fired back in return. "You know, it is chilly outside...almost as much as this phone call."

"I'm not trying to be cold, Tina. I'm actually worried. What's going on?"

"Why does something have to be going on? Can't a girl just call her friend to talk?"

"Well, yeah."

"You used to love it when I called you," she teased.

"I still do."

Her girlish giggle made him smile. "So, do you still get hard just from hearing my voice?"

"Do you still get wet?" I playfully responded.

"I've been wet since you left. And a little sticky."

I laughed, suddenly worried I'd been too loud. Thankfully I was standing in the kitchen at the time, at the other end of the house from my parents' room. "Then you'll be glad to know I just got a little hard."

"Tease," she giggled. It was a light conversation, not anything near what he expected when she first called. With that comment came a pause, and she changed directions on me. "Neil, we do need to talk."

My brain went 'Uh-oh', but my mouth said, "Okay...what about?"

"Ann."

"What about her?"

"When I was driving home, I got to thinking about something I said to you, and I realized I owe you an apology."

"An apology? What does that have to do with Ann?"

"I think you know I've been planning a bachelorette party for her, and well, I never talked to you about it. And I'm sorry."

"Why should you be sorry? I think it's great you're doing it for her."

"Weeeelllll, I'm guessing you already know that since it's a bachelorette party...and it's for Ann, there might be some things that happen that --"

"Tina," I interrupted.

"Yeah?"

"I trust you."

"You do?"

"Of course. After all you and I have been through, I know you'd never do anything to hurt me, or Ann. I love you. And I trust you."

"I wouldn't Neil. But I should have told you what I have planned a long time ago. You know, to get your blessing first."

"Well, I don't want to know. Actually, I think the less I know, the better," I laughed.

"I drove home naked tonight," she said out of the blue, the excitement in her voice actually making me a little hard.

"What?"

"I walked out of my shop just like you left me, got in my car, and drove home. I even walked up my sidewalk that way."

"Why?"

"I...I wanted to feel like Ann does all the time," she sighed.

It was odd, but I understood it. It actually did seem like something she would do, and it was Tina's way of being closer to her. To us.

"Neil?" she said softly.

"Yes."

"Thank you for making love to me tonight. I'm going to remember that feeling for the rest of my life."

"I will too, Tina."

"You have Ann, Neil," she snickered, her reference obvious. In her mind, how could I possibly remember something like that when I'd be married to someone so amazing? But it was that very point that made me realize I hadn't just been saying it to make her feel good. I'd meant it.

"Tina?"

"Yes."

"She won't let me forget."

Her lilting laugh made my heart soar. "You're right. Good night Neil."

"Good night, Tina."

Hanging up the phone, I stared at my reflection in the window over the sink. Recalling the odd conversation I'd just had with my mom and how it resembled the one with Tina, I chuckled. "Sometimes I think I need a map to talk to any woman."