Ann: A Love Story Ch. 20

"Okay...that was little too much, Mom. I can do without any more details."

"I haven't given you any details. And I'm not about to. I just want you to know that you need to be open with Ann, and I think you're already off to a great start. That's all I wanted to say."

Unable to help myself, I asked, "So, just how are you going to get 'retribution' from Paula? It's not like she seduced me, you know. I wasn't exactly innocent in all of this."

"Neil, this isn't about you. You were just who she used. And I don't blame you. Like I said, I know Ann had a part to play in this. And if I had wanted to make a scene, I could have walked in on you and Paula. That doesn't mean Paula has to know I let it happen, and it doesn't mean I won't have some fun getting my 'payback'."

It was a side of my Mother I'd never seen, and I wasn't sure what to make of it. I shook my head in disbelief, and Mom just gave a little giggle and left me in the living room to think about what she'd said. I couldn't help but think of the lyrics at the end of the song that was now indelibly etched into my cranium.

"When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse out of the corner of my eye. I turned to look but it was gone, I cannot put my finger on it now. The child is grown, the dream is gone. I have become comfortably numb."

I sank back into the chair I was sitting in, the guitar solo from the song humming in my head just like it was coming from the speakers in my car.

~*~*~*~*~*~

"Hello," I said, answering the phone. It was around 11:00 o'clock, and the parents were already in bed. I was too, but I was staring at a dark ceiling, unable to sleep. The conversation with my mother kept replaying over and over, and I was wide awake to the point that I didn't even flinch. I did answer on the first ring, hoping to keep the phone from disturbing my parents. I doubted that it did...I could still hear the telltale signs of a couple trying not to be heard while having sex, and doing a poor job of it. That sound would normally be a turn on, but it loses its appeal sometimes when you factor in who's actually making the noise.

"Hi baby!" came Ann's wonderful voice over the telephone line.

"Hey, how are you?" I said, perking up just a little.

"I'm horny! Going from having sex everyday to suddenly going without it for a couple...I'm like a junky looking for a fix! How about you?"

"Nah. I'm actually recovering."

"From too much of me?" she said with a laugh.

"I could never get enough of you, babe. I've just had a rough day."

"I'm sorry. Why don't you lie back and relax. Maybe I can find a way to make you more...comfortable."

"Actually, I'm uncomfortably numb," I said, alluding to the song and my condition after my mother's revelation.

"Really, Mr. Floyd. I'm sorry I'm not there to take care of you. I'd be happy to show you my own pink!"

I loved Ann's play on words, and her attempt to pull me into her mood and out of mine. And most of all, I loved that I didn't have to tell her who Pink Floyd was, or that it was a song reference...something that would have hit the wall over my empty headed ex's skull as it flew over her at light speed. But as thrilled as I was about discovering one more sign that showed we were compatible, I was firmly stuck in my muck.

"That's nice Ann, but I'm really not in the mood."

"That's not like you baby. I thought you'd be happy I called."

"I am. Really, I am. I just had an unpleasant day."

"Nancy?" she asked, thinking I'd had to deal with the horny receptionist at my work.

"No...Betsy."

"You're mom?"

"Yeah."

"What happened?"

"Well, a couple of things, starting with not telling her we were getting married."

"NEIL!"

"I know...I know. Trust me, I know. But in reality, as bad as that was, that wasn't what has me all messed up."

"Okay...so what's got you messed up?"

"The part where she told me she knows everything about me and Paula. And, how you helped set it up."

"Really! And is she pissed?"

"Not really. More intent on revenge."

"On me?" Ann said, with a hint of fear in her voice.

"No. She loves you. She thinks we're a great couple, and frankly, she and Dad couldn't be happier for us. The fact that we're getting married not only didn't faze them, they're thrilled."

"See...you were all worried about nothing. Was it Karen?" Ann asked, wondering who the leak had been that got the information about our nuptials back to my mother.

"Yeah...she talked to a friend of my Mom's that lives down the street, in the house next to the apartments we...well, you know."

"Fucked in!"

"We ROYALLY fucked in. Anyway, Elaine congratulated Mom, and the rest is history."

"So what about the revenge? Who is Betsy plotting against?"

"I wouldn't say plotting. But she made it clear she wasn't happy with Paula. She said she crossed a line. But she's actually cool with what happened, in a way. If I remember right, she said that I wasn't allowed to do anything sexually with anyone else, unless you approved. She even said she didn't know what kind rules we'd have in our marriage, but that I shouldn't worry about you straying like...well, you know. And, she said that she knew we were meant for each other, and while she didn't come out and blatantly say it, she meant more than just sexually."

"HOLY SHIT! Really! That is so fucking hot!"

"Hey...don't go getting any ideas," I said, trying to control the dam after it burst.

"Too late. My mind is racing. Your Mom is so cool! I wish mine was like that."

"The last I saw your Mom, she was seducing your Dad in the driveway."

Ann let out a laugh and said, "Yeah...they were still at it when I got in the house, and that was like two or three in the morning. I had a hell of a time going to sleep."

"That's funny, I've got the same thing going on here tonight."

"You see...so why are you so uptight. If you're Mom was so upset, do you think she'd be doing what she's doing right now. It obviously made her horny."

"Thanks...more imagery to get out of my brain."

"I'm just saying...maybe our parents aren't what we always thought they were. Is that so bad? I'm thinking we may have lit a fire in them that may never go out. You could be dealing with that every night," Ann said, teasing me.

"Stop! I'm serious. I'm going to end up with a dick that won't ever get hard again from all the mental trauma I'm already going through."

"Maybe not now, but I'll get you hard. I guarantee it."

That was the best thing Ann could have said at that moment. I could feel her love, and I could hear the lust in her voice.

"I'm sure you will, baby," I said, trying to let her know just how much I appreciated her trying to cheer me up.

"What's your middle name!"

"What?" I said, not sure how that thought came into Ann's head at that moment. I figured it was part of her 'we don't know each other that well, so we need to find out more' agenda, but her timing seemed way off.

"Mine's Renee. Now quick, what's your middle name!"

She sounded almost desperate, so I teased her by delaying my answer. "Ann Renee, eh?"

"Anna, actually."

"Anna Renee Franklin...I love it."

"I don't...now tell me your middle name, baby," Ann said begging sexily.

"Why don't you like it?" I asked.

"Because my initials are a dog barking...that's why."

"Actually, that makes a lot of sense. That fits you perfectly."

"Thanks...so now you're saying I'm a dog?"

"No...but you do love that position, and I think you cum hardest when I fuck you like that."

I could hear Ann moving in the background, her bed squeaking as she shouted, "OH SHIT...YES!"

"Anna...are you okay?"

"For God's sake, Neil...tell me your middle name!"

"Antonio," I said in a soft voice, almost whispering.

"OH FUCK! YES! I'M CUMMING!" Ann snapped, her voice strained. Then she launched into a very intense orgasm. I'd grown accustomed to her passionate cries when she came, but Ann was deliberately toning it down. No doubt from the fact that it was three hours earlier in California and her roommates' kids were in the house. But there was no mistaking that she was having a climax, and a big one at that.

I pictured her naked on her bed, ramming her fingers deep into her pussy as she had worked herself up talking to me. She'd said she was horny when she called, and she seemed to want to hear my voice in order to get off. I just couldn't figure out why my middle name was what sent her into her orgasm.

Listening on the other end of the phone, it was like Ann was singing a beautiful serenade just for me. One that had me wanting her, and wishing I were the cause of what she was experiencing. Yet it was wonderful that she was sharing it with me in her own way. She had dropped the phone early into the orgasm, and as slowly calmed down, she picked it up and spoke in a raspy, sexy voice.

"God I needed that baby! Thanks."

"What did I do?" I said with a little laugh.

"You inspired me, sweetie. Antonio...God that is so hot. I can see us having a few Latin lover nights...Anna and her stud Antonio...I may have to use Antonio again before I hang up."

"I like the Latin lover idea, but what the hell are you talking about Ann...a?"

"I needed your middle name so I would know what to call my new toy."

"Your new toy?"

"Yeah, I stopped by a little place on the way home from work today and asked Missy to help me find a big dildo. She had one that's really, really close to yours. She's impressed, by the way. And she was definitely a little jealous when I told her I was marrying a cute guy with a big cock like the one I bought."

"Who the hell is Missy?" I asked.

"She's a friend of mine who works at my local sex shop."

"Was she a friend before she started working there?"

"No...I met her there."

"You must go there a lot in order to know her well enough to call her a friend."

"I go there to rent porn, babe. They have a nice selection of videos. We hit it off well, mainly because she recommended some good ones. I guess I'm kind of like that. I make friends easily. I don't go there often...but I go when I need to. It's not like I have some thing about it being taboo or anything."

"Oh...it doesn't bother me, baby. In fact, I find it refreshing that you're willing to go into a sex shop. Missy sounds like someone I need to meet."

"Take it easy, big boy. You're Mom said you can't fuck anybody unless I say so...so simmer down."

"That's not what she said. She was talking about Paula, and I think Carrie too. But she didn't mean everybody," I said, teasing her.

"So, do you think I'm going to let you fuck Missy because you want to?"

"I didn't mean that either. I'm just saying..."

"Let me put it this way. Your Mom was right; we are going to set some rules for our marriage. And I get to say what they are, because she said so."

"Ann...that's..."

"Don't worry, babe. I'm not going to stray. Your Mom said so, and you know she's right."

I was starting to get a little testy, and Ann sensed it. I couldn't tell if she was messing with me or not, and being the nervous fraidy cat I tended to be, I tensed up. My psyche was still scarred from what I'd been through with my ex. Ann moved quickly to calm my fragile ego.

"Neil, I'm not talking about me running our marriage. I've told you, this is our marriage. But, I want what I had last week. I want a marriage that's fun and exciting. I know that after a while, the honeymoon will be over and we'll be an old married couple. But I always want to work to have that fun and excitement in bed...or out of bed, or in the car, or wherever. I've waited my whole life to find a guy that I felt comfortable enough to really be myself with, and who brings out the best in me...and I have. I'm not going to fuck that up. Okay?"

"Ann, I'm not worried about you fucking up. I'm not sure what I'm worried about, really. I just made a comment about Missy, that's all. I didn't mean to imply that I wanted to fuck her. I don't even know her. I don't know what she's like, or what she looks like, or..."

"Trust me, if you saw her, you'd want to fuck her. Hell, I think I do!" she said with a big laugh.

"Are you still thinking about getting in touch with your lesbian side?"

"More than I used to. You're having a nasty effect on me, baby. If I wasn't getting married, I might be really tempted."

I laughed and said, "Don't let me stop you."

"Really? Do you want me to?"

I wondered if we were about to go down a path that I hadn't really considered, even after our innocent encounter with Kelli at the restaurant in Fort Wayne. I hadn't seriously thought about Ann with another woman, even after her brief admission that she's dreamt about a threesome with Kelli on the plane. I viewed that as more them with me...not with each other. But suddenly, the image of Dawn reenacting the porno movie scene with Jill hit me, and I got hard thinking about Ann in the same situation.

"Are you hard?" Ann asked after I went silent for a moment.

"I'm always hard when I talk to you."

"No you're not...you weren't a little bit ago."

"And how would you know that?"

"Educated guess, but I'm right."

"Okay, yes. I wasn't. As hard as I try not to, I still get a little freaked out. I know it's a jealousy thing, and I'm not proud of it because I truly know you're different...but I have a hard time thinking that a woman that loves sex as much as you do won't get bored with me, or find someone better, or..."

"Stop that right now!" Ann said sternly, but with a tinge of love mixed in. "I know what you went through. I had a bad relationship too. Just because I wasn't married doesn't mean my heart wasn't ripped out. But I know in that wounded heart that you're the only man for me. Am I going to stop looking at other cute guys...no! And I seriously doubt you won't have a wandering eye. But here's the thing..."

"Ann, really...I don't think it's necessary..."

"It is Neil. Stop interrupting and just listen. The thing is that I've had more than my fair share of men. But when I got home, and I was uptight and horny from missing you, I didn't go looking to find a cock to satisfy me. I knew I just needed a big toy. Well, a wide toy. I've had longer cocks than you, baby. Big ones...but they didn't do anything for me. I never knew until I met you that what I needed was a fat cock."

"That's nice. What does that really have to do with anything?"

"I had to go out and buy a fat dildo, Neil. I couldn't get off without being filled like you fill me. And I'm telling you, guys that are hung like you are are few and far between. I've never found one before, and now that I have, I'm not letting go."

"So, you're marrying me because of my cock?"

"NO! I love you. But that's one of the many reasons I love you. Don't make this sound like I'm in love with just the sex, Neil. That's not fair."

"You're right. It's just that I can't help but go through periods of paranoia. They keep saying it will get better with time; and I have. But it still comes on when I least expect it. They did say it would be normal when I got into another relationship, but I figured that was years away, if ever."

"Who are they?" Ann asked.

"She...actually. I went to a therapist for a little while."

"I didn't know that. Are you still seeing her?"

"No. I only went a couple of times. I had to stop seeing her."

"How come?"

"Too attractive. I wanted to nail her on her couch."

Ann laughed, but she didn't know if I was serious or not. I wasn't. She was attractive, but she was too clinical for me. I stopped going because I didn't think it was helping...it only reminded me of why I was there. It was probably a mistake to stop going, but when you're depressed, you aren't thinking straight to begin with. At the time, my thought was I was taking control of my life. I found the best therapy was to have a fuck buddy like Tina, the hot little number that cut my hair. It took a lot longer to actually gain control than I anticipated, but I felt I was there. Except for the new pangs of jealousy I was feeling.

"Okay, so where does that leave us?" Ann said, trying to make sure I was okay. The concern in her voice was cute, and it actually put me at ease. For the first time since before I got home from work, I felt relaxed again.

"Well, it leaves you with a stretched out pussy full of Antonio, and a serious case of bi-curiosity. And it leaves me with a huge erection and no place to put it."

"Hey...that gives me an idea!" Ann practically screamed.

"Really...I was just messing around with you."

"Well, that's the beauty of our relationship. We play around, and play off of each other. Doesn't that make it more exciting?"

"Yeah...but I can also be nerve racking...what's your idea?"

"I was thinking about our marriage, and what kind of arrangement it should be."

"Are you talking like Paula and Rob?"

"Not necessarily. Look, you and I are mutually exclusive; after all, we are engaged. And being exclusive is really what I want...most of the time. But I was thinking that maybe we could have a set of rules where we can agree on what our life will be like."

"I don't do windows," I said, making her laugh.

"We'll get to the domestic stuff later, pal. I'm talking about our sex life. I want you and you only...BUT, I want to be open about the future and what we might do together. As for you, I actually get kind of excited when you tell me about what you've done with other women. It makes me hot, because I know that you're really mine. I'm thinking we need to make a set of rules about sharing."

"Stories...or literally sharing?"

"Sharing...you know exactly what I mean."

"I'm not sure I'm ever going to be comfortable sharing you with another guy. I can't see me being like Rob!"

"Who said anything about sharing me with guys?" Ann said with a little giggle.

"WHAT?" I said, way too loud.

"Are you hard now?" she said with an evil little laugh.

"Absolutely!"

"Great. I'll write down a list of ground rules for you to look over, and we'll talk about it over the weekend. Have a great night."

"You're hanging up, just like that?"

"Yeah...I'm going to play some more with Antonio, and I need both hands. I'll call you this weekend. Don't get any cum on the sheets, baby!" Ann hung up the phone and I was dripping pre-cum from a throbbing purple tool.

I couldn't believe I didn't think to get Ann's number again. I couldn't believe I didn't bother to ask where she worked...I knew the store, but I didn't know what mall. I couldn't believe I was engaged to a woman I had no way of getting in touch with. I thought about calling her parents, but I realized she wanted it that way, at least for now. It was all part of her game, and I loved her for it.

I jacked off furiously; the muted sounds of my parents fucking in the room next door. But I was thinking only about Ann, and her comment; 'Who said anything about sharing me with guys?' The thought of Ann with a woman made me cum quickly with a thunderous groan. I was loud, but I was sure I wasn't heard. And if I was, I didn't care. I fell asleep not bothering to clean up, failing to heed Ann's words. There would be a ton of cum on the sheets come morning.