Ann: A Love Story Ch. 45

"What do you say, Stan...want to come out of retirement tonight and give your mistress one more special delivery for old times sake?"

Alfred moaned, while the rest of us started laughing and clapping. For a moment, I thought they were going to do it right there in front of us, but Alfred amazingly controlled himself. Billie didn't care. She was clinging to him, and as I looked at the two of them, I don't think I'd ever seen a couple more in love. I hoped I could say that about Ann and me when we'd been married as long as Billie and Alfred.

And that thought made me think of Ann again, for the first time in 20 minutes. Scanning the room, I still didn't see her...and that made me wonder where she was, and what she was doing.

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I was taking another sip of a glass of cold, iced water, with a lemon wedge inside. I'd had two beers over the couple of hours that I'd been at the...well, the celebration, as it turned out to be. And that was my self-imposed limit. I wasn't that big of a drinker to begin with, and I had no desire to push myself now. I'd been too busy pushing the limits my body could handle when it came to the abundance of sex it was getting. And since I had no intentions of stopping when it came to that, consuming too much alcohol would have been counterproductive to that goal.

So I drank my water while I talked with Billie and Alfred. The rest of our merry band of horny men had dispersed...all of them leaving our huddled group to scour the room and find their better halves. Alfred, and in her own way, Billie, had them so worked up by the time he finished his explicit, erotic story about their month together as 'The Mail Carrier and his Mistress', that the guys split pretty quickly at the end. They were like heat seeking missiles...and it seemed their intended targets were sending off heat plumes for them to find, as most of the women in the room appeared just has horny as the men were.

I laughed as I saw Dave leave our group and make a beeline for Lucy, who was still fondling the big rubber cock she'd been handed when she arrived at the restaurant. She was playing with the head with her fingers as she watched her husband practically race walk towards her.

I looked at Alfred and Billie and said, "Well, if we've done nothing else this evening, I would think there's going to be a lot of bedsprings squeaking before the night's over."

Alfred smiled and said, "If they get that far. There might be a bunch of cars bouncing in the parking lot instead."

Billie was watching a few of the younger couples, and the way they were acting. "We might even be looking at a baby boom in nine months!" she kidded.

Taking another drink, I watched Lucy stand up as Dave approached her. She leapt into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist as she locked her ankles. She had her arms around his neck as she kissed him, the big dildo bobbing in her hand as she clung to him as they...well, made out. Watching them, it didn't seem to be that big of a stretch to think they might skip going home, or to the car, and just start fucking each other right there.

I started to play the part of voyeur, wanting to watch to see if they would start to do anything...well, public. But that thought was knocked from my head when I saw yet another heat seeking missile brush past them. This one was heading in the opposite direction than the one Dave had taken; and it was headed straight for me.

As I watched Ann cross the floor, I was once again moved by the feminine grace of this stunning woman. She appeared to float instead of walk. I looked for a cloud, expecting her to be carried to me in a white shrouded mist. It would have gone along perfectly with the entrance she made into the room.

As she got nearer and nearer to me, I could see that Ann's white cropped blouse was clinging tightly to her tits, her tanned skin showing through from the wetness caused by her perspiring. I could see her bare abdomen glistening in the dim lights. I could only imagine what she had been doing to cause that. Then again, I wanted to imagine, knowing that Ann had disappeared with Missy what seemed like hours before. Regardless, her blouse took on the look of a wet T-shirt, making it more transparent than opaque. Her nipples were in plain sight for everyone that wanted to see them, and as the heads turned as she passed, it was obvious just how many did.

The look on Ann's face was a cross between angelic and seductive. Her curly brown hair was swept back, flowing in the breeze she was creating as she walked, which made her smile seem wider and more sensuous than the normal, sexy expression she seemed to always have. And the closer she got to me, the more wicked her smile became. Ann was turned on. As if the size and hardness of her nipples weren't enough of a clue for those of us staring at her, her entire essence screamed 'I'm horny'. Suddenly, the image I had of her floating into the room surrounded by a cloudy mist was morphing into something different. As stunning as Ann looked walking towards me, the picture I now had in my mind of the white cloud surrounding her could only be caused by one thing...the steam her hot, sexy body was creating.

Ann didn't jump into my arms like Lucy had done to Dave. Instead, she sort of poured herself up against my chest, easing her body forward as she leaned into me. She was smooth and sultry as she sidled up to me. She planted her left foot between my feet as her left arm slithered around my waist toward the middle of my back, pulling us together. I grabbed her lower back with my right hand, feeling her wet bare skin against my arm and palm. Her right leg bent as she rubbed it against the outside of my leg, lifting her knee up like a dancer so that it was touching my belt. My left hand instinctively moved down and grabbed the outside of her leg, pulling her into me harder, melding our crotches together.

Placing her right hand on my abdomen, Ann spread her fingers as she slowly snaked it up my chest. She stopped to toy with my left nipple through my shirt for a moment, before continuing north. I felt her soft hand brush against my cheek, before softly rubbing it along my neck. Ann's fingers nestled into my hair, becoming entangled as she lovingly gripped my locks and tilted my head.

Ann's dark eyes were ablaze under her heavy, half-closed lids. I could see the colors of her irises moving, swirling and sparkling like the stars in a galaxy spinning in the universe. They seemed just as deep and endless. She had a dreamy expression in those magical eyes, and on her face. Her full, sweet lips were moist, and they parted as she pulled my face to hers, pressing our mouths together. It was exactly the kind of hot, sweaty, steamy kiss her body language had told me was coming. It was the kind of kiss I longed for on so many lonely nights before she came into my life.

Ann smiled as her tender lips mashed against mine; her perfect moan making the hair stand up on the back of my neck as her tongue played with mine, letting me taste her...and more.

The electric moment that our lips met, I knew Ann had been with Missy in the most intimate way she could have. Actually, tasting Ann's mouth just confirmed it. I was certain I sensed the sweet musky scent of a woman on Ann's skin as her face went to kiss mine. I found myself moaning back as I hungrily sucked at her tongue, trying to get more of that taste for myself.

Ann pulled off for just a moment, holding her lips so close to mine I could feel the heat, and she stared at me. She paused, letting the time our mouths were apart linger. She waited, as she seemed to always do, for the perfect moment. The perfect time to tell me what was on her naughty little mind.

And once again, she hit the mark when she finally said, "I just want you to know, this is the closest you're every going to get to eating Missy's pussy." Then she leaned forward, and kissed me again.

I could feel Ann smile as she slipped her tongue past my lips, searching with it. I had a little flash of jealousy, knowing Ann had eaten Missy, and that I'd never get the chance. And yet, that very thought turned me on even more.

The idea that Ann had done something so wicked on the spur of the moment had me hard. Sure, I had planted the seed, and Ann teased me about doing it earlier in the evening. But that was all I thought it was. I knew Ann had taken a couple of huge, milestone steps in the last couple of days in her own sexuality. She gave me her anal virginity, and then followed that up with having her first lesbian experience with her good friend Dana. That she had done each of them again, more than once, in such a short amount of time...was like she was validating her first experiences to make sure she liked them.

I knew from what she'd told me that anal sex would continue to be a part of our lives from that point forward. Ann seemed to love it, and it brought out a whole new sexual side to her...where she seemed to like her sex a little more on the rough side during those times. But I had really thought the whole bisexual experiment was just that. I knew she had the whole 'date' thing with Carol, the Executive Secretary at my new job, looming over her head. It was part of the deal she'd made in order to help get us such a good benefit package. And I figured that her being with Dana was a dry run for that. Well, it more of a wet run, doing it with someone she loved and trusted so that she wouldn't feel so nervous later.

Yet, as I tasted Missy on Ann's lips and tongue, I could feel Ann's excitement. Missy had obviously cum, and cum a lot. And it was recent. Ann's face was still very wet, and the taste and aroma of the reward Missy had left on Ann's mouth and cheeks were very strong. I could only think that Ann had left Missy basking in the glow of an amazing orgasm, to come and find me and share that sweet reward as soon as she could. I pictured Missy naked, gasping for breath as she recovered from the orgasms Ann provided her with her mouth.

Ann leaned into me, pressing her pelvis harder into mine, grinding her pussy against the hard cock in my shorts. As she did, I couldn't help but think that the position we were in would have been incredibly hot to actually be fucking. Ann seemed to think so too, the way she was dry humping me in front of Alfred and Billie.

I knew for sure that she was thinking that very thought, when she broke off our kiss again to say, "If I were wearing a miniskirt right now instead of these shorts, I'm pretty sure I'd be fucking you right now, baby."

"Turned on a little bit, are you?" I smiled.

Ann moved her right hand back to my chest, playing with my nipple again. "You could say that."

"I love it when you do that," I said as I closed my eyes.

"What? Eat Missy?" she giggled softly.

I leaned down and kissed Ann again. It was a quick, hot kiss, with me biting and nibbling at her lower lip. "Yeah...that's exactly what I meant," I said with a sigh.

"Mmmm...that's what I thought. Tell me, does she taste as good to you on my lips after I licked her pussy, as she did when you tasted your fingers after you fucked her with them?"

I felt my cock jump a little when she said that, and I'm sure she felt it. But I looked into those deep, soulful eyes and said, "Actually, I was wondering if this is how your lips are going to taste from now on. I could really get used to it."

I could feel the heat from Ann's crotch as she pressed harder against me. "I don't know about all the time, baby. But I can promise that this definitely won't be the last time. It was incredible."

I was about to ask her about it, but we were interrupted when Billie leaned in close to us and said, "You know, if you need to go someplace private, our house isn't far away, Anna. You're more than welcome to use our guest room."

Ann moved her leg, and I reluctantly let go as she straightened herself out. "Sorry, Em. I forgot where I was. I guess we got a little carried away."

"Sorry? Oh sweetheart...I don't want you to be sorry. You know me...I wasn't trying to mother you. I can just see that you're a minute or two away from ripping each others clothes off, that's all."

"Thanks Em. But we didn't bring our stuff to spend the night."

"I didn't say anything about spending the night, Anna. Although you know you're always welcome. I was offering you a place to fuck...if you want it."

I laughed and said, "After what I heard tonight, I'm not sure we can live up to the reputation of what goes on in your house, Billie."

Billie slapped me on my shoulder and said, "Who are you kidding? You two are PERFECT for our house. How many times have you had sex today, Neil...two, three...four?" Pointing at my crotch, she added, "And look at you...you're as big now as when I saw you at the store."

"That's Ann," I said squeezing my baby in my arms, pulling her against me. "And that story Alfred told us," I said with a laugh.

"What story?" Ann asked as she her hands squeezed my ass.

"Oh...it was nothing," I said, thinking about how Alfred had just been given permission to finally tell the erotic exploits of him and his amazing wife. But thinking it was a secret, I didn't know if I should share it.

"Neil, Ann asked you a question. Don't keep things like that to yourself. It'll only cause problems," Billie said, smacking my arm again, acting like MY mother. She laughed and turned to Ann. But she didn't say anything. She just grinned at her.

Ann's eyes opened wide and she kind of snapped her head back. "You finally let Pops talk about your affair with 'Stan'. Wow, I'm sorry I missed that!" I knew she had regretted missing the story, but she wasn't sorry. The way she was still licking her lips, still tasting Missy, told me different.

But now I was surprised, and I said, "You knew about Billie pretending Alfred was Stan?"

Ann looked up and me and said, "Of course. I told you, she's my California Mom. Besides, where do you think I get my wild side from?"

My head snapped toward Billie, who said, "I think I got mine from her, to tell you the truth."

Ann acted surprised. "You had your month with Stan years before I ever met you, Em. Besides, what about that weekend in Vegas?"

Billie smiled and said, "I may have had too much to drink...but so did you!"

"Okay. Then what about the trip to Palm Springs...to see your sister?"

"We've always shared," she said with a giggle.

"And what about Jennifer's party...the one..."

Billie held up her hand and said, "Okay, okay, okay. I get it. I've been a bad influence on you."

"No...you've been the perfect influence on me Em. I meant what I said to Neil. You ARE my California Mom," Ann said, letting go of me to hug Billie. Looking into her eyes, Ann teared up. "You taught me things about sex that I never would have known, Em. I never got any of that from my mother. She was so busy making sure I didn't make a mistake like she did, she kept all the important stuff like that away from me. She only taught me how to cook, and how to sew, and how...well, to take care of myself. But she never taught me how to take care of a man. YOU did that."

I was kind of stunned by Ann's revelation. I never thought about her growth from a young girl into a woman. I knew she'd made an amazing transformation in the 10 years she'd been away after high school. But I thought it was mostly just trial and error on her part. The kind with tragic experiences mixed in with the pleasant discoveries she made along the way. It never occurred to me that perhaps she had some...well, I'm not sure what it was. It probably wasn't tutoring. It was likely more like mentoring. But Billie had obviously helped Ann more than I ever realized.

Still, Billie took Ann's hands in hers and held them firm, making Ann lock eyes with her. "Now listen here, Anna. I only helped you. But the truth is, if Jean didn't teach you how to do all those other things, there's nothing I could have done to help. Whether you want to admit it or not, she made you into a strong, confident, independent woman."

Ann shook her head for a moment and said, "And just how do you figure that?"

"Sweetheart. You were an 18-year-old girl that moved to California fresh out of High School."

"I was naïve."

"No you weren't. You knew what you wanted."

"I wanted out of Indiana, Em. That doesn't mean I wasn't naïve."

"You wanted a career in fashion, Anna. And look at you now. You run one of the most successful stores in the entire chain...what did you tell me the store was rated; in the top twenty in the entire country?"

"I RAN one. I'm unemployed, remember," Ann smiled.

"Anna..." Billie said, lowering her brow, giving Ann that stern 'Mom' stare that must come naturally to women who have children.

"We were 14th when I left," Ann said sheepishly.

"Right, out of something like 500 stores...in a mall half the size most of them are in. Anna, most of the girls that move to California from the Midwest have big dreams, just like you did. But they come out here, and they get eaten alive. You made a life for yourself, all by yourself. If Jean didn't teach you how to cook, and clean, and use your brain to get a leg up in the world, you never would have made it here, and you know that."

"Okay...maybe. But I don't see why she couldn't have taught me about sex too. It's not like she didn't know how to do it herself. I felt so inadequate when I got here. I felt like the only virgin in all of California. Why couldn't she have taught me...something?"

"Because you would have had sex," I said with a laugh.

"Well...yeah! Maybe I would have even had sex with you!"

"Nah...we've already talked about that Ann. And that's not my point, really."

"You had a point to that? I thought you were just being funny," Ann said, her big brown eyes blinking in wonderment.

I sighed and said, "If she would have taught you about sex, you would have undoubtedly had sex. And you wouldn't have moved out here."

"That's a bit of a leap, don't you think?" Ann said, not buying my theory.

"Not really. You weren't interested in school. I mean, you were a great student, but you never talked about going to college. So, you would have had sex...with some guy at school. And if you remember, every girl that was having sex in school had a boyfriend, and kept him. How many of the girls in our class ended up marrying some farm boy from school, Ann?" Ann shook, her body doing a little quiver as my question sank in. She stood frozen for a moment, and I said, "Just tell me...how many of those kinds of girls were at the reunion?"

"Fourteen...maybe fifteen," she said quietly as she pondered the significance of that number.

"In a class as small as ours, that's a pretty big number. How many were friends of yours when you were in school; a dozen?" Ann nodded, unable to say it. "And that's just the ones at the reunion Ann. The odds were...that would have been you too. Who knows babe? Maybe your Mom didn't teach you more about sex because she knew you were better than that. Maybe that was just her own way of setting you free."

"Neil's right, sweetheart," Billie said, squeezing Ann's hands again.

Ann looked at me the longest time, before her look of wonderment turned to one of acceptance. "I know he is, Em. He's always right," she said with a smile as she winked at me. Then she turned back to Billie, her tears gone. Her eyes were filled with love. "But that doesn't mean you didn't pick up where my Mom left off. She may have done what she had to do to set me free, but without you I still would have been lost when it came to pleasing a man...and pleasing myself for that matter. Face it Em, I was strong...and I wanted be independent. But I gained a lot of my confidence after that first talk where you sat me down and explained the ways of life for a woman."

"I was happy to do it, Ann. In fact, I'm so grateful to you for letting me. I never got the chance to do that for Sarah. At least, not to the level that you and I got to."