Ann: A Love Story Ch. 67

"Not really. I'm more interested in how I'm going to make YOU cum tonight."

Ann's eyes got wide at first. But then they narrowed, her cute little nose wrinkling as she got excited. "My parents went over to some friends tonight...they'll be gone for a couple more hours. Why don't you take me home and show me!"

Literally less than fifteen minutes later, Ann and I were locked in a heated embrace on the floor of her parent's living room, her tongue deep inside my mouth as I groped her naked breasts. Her left hand was trapped between our bodies, stroking my hard cock. When we entered the house, we'd had one of those moments you see in the movies, where two people are so desperate to have each other they tear at each other's clothes to get them off, throwing them about the room in the heat of passion. And that proved to be a bit of a problem.

Ann had pushed me onto my back, and she sat up, raising her hips over mine. She had a grip on my cock, and she rubbed my head back and forth across her wet pussy. I had a smile on my face as I rolled her nipples in between my fingers and thumbs, preparing to pull them when she sank her body over my shaft. But just as she was about to, she froze. So did I...the distinctive sound of the garage door going up coming through the wall next to us.

"FUCK...IT'S MOM AND DAD!" Ann snapped as she jumped up and grabbed her shirt, pulling it over her head.

"NO SHIT!" I snapped back as I grabbed my Levi's, which was the closest item of clothing of mine near me. I pulled them over my hips as quick as I could, not bothering to try and stuff my rock hard cock inside at the moment.

Ann and I looked around, and she went into action. "Grab my pants and your shirt...I'll meet you in the sunroom!"

"Okay," I said as I followed her orders, not thinking about it...just reacting.

Ann scrambled to get our socks and underwear. She threw her bra and panties, along with my boxers, over the back of the couch against the wall, and she kept the socks as we flew to the back of the house. By the time we made it to the sunroom, we could hear the back door of the house opening. Ann was trying not to giggle as she pulled her tight jeans on while I slipped on my T-shirt.

"I should have worn shorts," she whispered.

"Me too...I can't get my cock into my jeans," I said as I tried to wedge my fleshy pole inside so I could button them. Ann helped me zip up, making sure she didn't snag my cock in the zipper, and then I sat on the little wicker love seat to slip on my socks. Ann left hers off, leaving them on the floor as she curled up beside me.

"Quick...kiss me," she said breathlessly.

I was a little surprised. I figured we would lay low, and not let on what we'd been doing. I was already hard...and with Ann suddenly shoving her tongue back down my throat, there was no way that I was going to go soft anytime soon. Not with me being without my underwear and with Ann's hand conspicuously placed on my lap, practically massaging it. I forgot about putting on my socks, dropping them on the floor so I could take her in my arms.

"What are you doing," I whispered as I broke our kiss for a second.

"I'm letting them know that they interrupted us."

"Why?"

"Because they did...and I'm horny." I'm not sure what that really meant, but that didn't stop Ann from slipping her fingers into my hair and pulling me to her as she kissed me again.

Moments later, we heard Jean announcing, "We're home!"

"We're back here," Ann said, surprising me once again.

Jean walked through the door, with Marlin close behind. Jean sat down across from us, and said, "So...what are you two up to tonight?"

Ann stared at her mother, her hand still on my hard cock. Jean had this clueless look on her face as she smiled at us, but the sultry look in Ann's eyes wasn't lost on her father. He reached his hand out and took Jean's. "Come on, dear. We need to leave these two alone."

"Huh...why?"

"Because they WANT to be alone."

"It's okay, Dad," Ann said in an exasperated tone, leaning back. Her hard nipples were poking through her tight shirt, only more evident because she was now without her bra. "We kind of had the mood killed already."

"Mood...what mood?" Jean said, still not grasping what was happening.

"I told you, Jean...we should have found something else to do. We came home unannounced."

"We always come home unannounced, Marlin. What are you talking about?"

Ann laughed and said, "Mom...he's trying to tell you that if you would have ten minutes later, you would have gotten a show."

"A show...what kind of show."

"Good Lord, Jean...they were alone, and they're in love. What would we be doing if we were their age?" Marlin said.

"Oh...OH!" Jean exclaimed, her hand flying over her mouth. Then she started to turn red.

Ann didn't help when she said, "What do you mean our age? You do that now. And what are you doing home, anyway?"

Marlin said, "Belinda wasn't feeling well...so I'm going to have to help Davis some other time."

"Dad was supposed to help Mr. Bradley put up some new cabinets in their kitchen tonight," Ann explained. "Mom went to help Mrs. Bradley with some decorating."

"Come on, Jean. Let's go," he said trying to pull Jean to her feet.

Ann got up, heading toward the steps to the house. "Dad...stop. I told you...the mood's kind of gone. Neil, can I get you something to drink?"

"Water, please," I said, crossing my legs to try and hide my hardon."

"I'm sorry, Neil," Jean said with a motherly smile. "I didn't understand."

"It's okay...not like we should have been doing that in your home anyway."

Jean let go of Marlin's hand, and walked over to me, holding it out for me to take. "Well...why don't you come inside. I'll make you some dessert."

"Uh...in a minute, Jean" I said, scared to move. "Ann's mood may be gone...but I'm still having some residual effects from the mood she was in before."

"What?"

I flashed Jean a sexy little smile and said, "Your daughter has a way of getting me...uh..."

"Hard, Jean...just like you get me sometimes. Leave the young man alone for a minute," Marlin said bluntly. Then he let out his high pitched cackle and said, "Neil, if you need me to start you a cold shower, let me know. I know just how to get the water right for you."

~*~*~*~*~*~

Ann and I shrugged it off as one of those moments in life where things didn't quite work out as we'd hoped. I'm sure it wasn't going to be the last time that happened. And as frustrating as it was at first, we managed to salvage the evening and have a good time. The four of us ended up sitting at card table in the basement, playing Euchre for a couple of hours. In fact, Ann and I were kicking their ass, so to speak.

"Ann...I don't remember you being that good at this game," her Dad said with a little surprise in his voice.

"I'm not. It's all Neil," she said as she pointing at me. "I'm just following his lead."

"Where'd you learn to play so well," Marlin said as he turned his attention to me.

I dropped the right Bower on his left, taking the last trick of the hand. "College. I played a LOT in college. But don't let Ann fool you...she knows what she's doing. She's the one that went alone a little bit ago, not me."

"Because I could tell by the way you were looking at me that I could, Neil. I knew just looking in your eyes that I could make the tricks," she said, defending her move to tell me to lay down my cards because she knew she could all win tricks in that hand on her own, which meant more points for us.

"And that's what makes you such a perfect partner...in more ways than one," I smiled.

"Mmm...I love you too, baby," Ann said as she wrote down our latest point total on the score sheet beside her.

Ann and I swept the night, winning every game we played, and each by a wide margin. As we were finishing up the last hand of the last game, Marlin was resigned that he and Jean were once again going to end up on the wrong end of a lopsided score.

"I'm not sure I like this, Jean," he said as he placed another card on the pile that Ann quickly snapped up and placed neatly in front of her in a little row.

"What's that, sweetheart?" Jean answered.

"Getting our butts kicked in Euchre by these two for the next few decades," he laughed.

Ann threw down another card and said, "You don't HAVE to get your butts kicked, Dad. You could always just stay away for a couple of hours so Neil and I could have sex instead."

"Anna Renee!" Jean shrieked, before she broke out in a giggle.

"I'm sorry, Mom. I was just..."

Jean put her hand on Ann's arm, patting it gently. "It's okay, honey. Sometimes it's still hard for me to remember you're a woman and not just my little girl."

"Yeah...but I shouldn't have said anything."

"We're adults, Ann. And we know you were just kidding."

"Oh...I wasn't kidding. I just shouldn't have said it," Ann said as she winked at me.

"If you want, Jean and I can wait downstairs for an hour," Marlin laughed.

"That's not enough time," I grinned as I looked at my watch. "Besides, I really need to go. I've got another brutal day tomorrow at the plant."

"Not enough time?" Jean said with her eyes wide open.

"Not if I'm going to do it right," I winked.

"If you remember, we used to be like that too, honey," Marlin said as he stood up and shook my hand.

Ann walked me upstairs and waited for me to get my socks and shoes on. We stepped out on the front porch, and she began kissing me as she held me tight. "Do you want to take a little drive...I can suck you off. I know I left you pretty hard earlier tonight."

"It's okay, babe. There's always tomorrow...I'd rather save myself for that."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah...I'm fine right now. But I love that you want to."

"Well...yeah. I love you, baby," Ann smiled.

"I love you too, babe. I'll talk to you in the morning," I said as I kissed her one last time.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Surprisingly, it ended up a good night. Even though Ann and I didn't get a chance to be together, we did have a great time with her parents. And when I went home, I wasn't as horny as I was happy. I'd slept pretty well, considering how horny I'd been hours earlier. But by morning, that horniness was back with a vengeance, and it remained...longer than I wanted it to.

Wednesday brought another long day at work, training Kevin...and making phone calls to customers. Ann and I met for lunch at one of the two fast food joints in town. It was nice that I didn't have to race back to the plan, but I'd gotten away late, and I didn't have that much time. So, we just kind of stoked our fires, knowing we'd find a way to be together later that night. And while the workday was another long one, it seemed to go by fairly quickly.

I went straight from work to the Franklin's, where we had a late dinner with her parents. It was good, but I could tell Ann was a little tense. In fact, she was testy at first...but she seemed to calm down about halfway through dinner. I chalked it up to us eating so late again. Plus, I was certain part of it was she was still getting used to living at home again.

Once we finished dinner, Ann and I headed out. And 'out' was to do more wedding planning...namely, picking out invitations. Now that we had a date for the wedding, we needed to get that going, since it really wasn't that far away.

One would think that picking out what essentially is stationary, would be easy. Granted, its' ornate stationary. But still, it's parchment, and envelopes...and those little pieces of tissue paper that don't seem to have any real purpose, at least to the uninitiated.

But as I went through the process with Ann, I quickly realized something that I didn't the first time I got married. It mattered. My ex and I didn't put a lot of thought into the invitations. In fact, it was kind of an afterthought. And I supposed that spoke volumes about our marriage...we hadn't put a lot of thought into a lot of things that should have mattered. And I say 'we', because, while it was true that my ex was the main reason the marriage didn't make it, I was mature enough to admit that I could have approached certain things better.

And Ann let me know that picking out our wedding invitations was one of those things. She did it in a loving, caring manner, but she also let me know that we weren't going to just go in and choose the first thing we saw. Under the 'Men buy, Women shop' paradigm, this one fell on the side of shopping.

"This is important, Neil. It's a reflection of who we are as a couple...I don't want traditional. I want people to open them and see us as we are; unique, loving and sexy," she said as we drove to the store where we'd begin the arduous task of picking them out.

It was a store along the main street of town, not all that far from Tina's. It was card shop, owned by a very nice lady named Ruthann, who was a friend of both my parents and Ann's. She had us come with her to the back of the store, and we sat down with what seemed like twenty big, thick books with various styles and color schemes of invitations. And that's where the process started. I hadn't realized it, but picking out the color of the invitations had to go with the theme of the wedding. And that's something we hadn't discussed.

"I'm thinking because it's a December wedding, we should go with a winter theme...what do you think?" Ann said as she started leafing through the first book.

"Ann...I don't want to sound insensitive or anything. But this is your wedding. I want you to have whatever you've dreamed of."

"Well, first...it's OUR wedding. I know you've been married before, but that one didn't count. I want you to look at ours as a 'do over' and we get to make this what we both want. Second, I really didn't have that dream as a little girl. I know you probably think that all girls sit around dreaming of their wedding day...but I wasn't one of them. Maybe that makes me different, but that also means that we get to make this what WE want. And I think that's better."

Ann leaned in and kissed me, and I smiled. At that point, I knew I needed to step it up and show Ann that I was as engaged in our engagement and our impending nuptials as she was. So, we painstakingly went though the books, while talking about the idea of a winter wedding. It quickly evolved into more of a Christmas theme...and when we agreed on that, we were able to narrow down our choices.

Not that it speeded up the process any. Ann and I were having a good time, laughing and carrying on as we took notes and eliminated potential options one by one. But we hadn't realized just how long we'd been at it until Ruthann came to the back room to tell us it was closing time. Ann looked stunned. We had it down to about five, but she didn't want to rush the decision.

"Oh...okay. Well, I guess we'll have to come back tomorrow," Ann said as she started to get up.

"Babe...we have to pick out tuxes tomorrow. Remember?"

"Oh, well...I guess we can..."

"We have something Friday too."

"Oh...my God. I wanted to have them ordered..."

"Relax, Ann," Ruthann said. "Stay as long as you need to. I'll call home and let Terry know I'll be late tonight. He won't mind."

We felt a little guilty, but Ruthann would have nothing to do with that. It was one more instance of why a small town could sometimes be an advantage. The personal service she gave, and the loving way that she worked with us...well, it made the experience memorable. But again, that didn't speed things up.

We finally picked out the style, and then we had to go about wording the invitation itself, and then it was picking out the color and font style and size. It was a steady process, but when it was all said and done, both Ann and I felt it was worth it. But, it was frankly a little exhausting.

Ruthann walked us to the front door, holding it open for us. "I'll place the order in the morning, Ann. You don't have to pay until they come in, which will be sometime early next week. I'll call you and let you know so you can come by and look at them and make sure they're okay."

Ann hugged her and said, "Thank you so much for letting us finish tonight, Ruthann."

"You're welcome...and congratulations to the both of you. I know it's going to be a wonderful wedding...thanks for letting me be a small part of it."

By the time we got to the car, it was going on midnight. Ann groaned when she looked at the clock on my dashboard.

"It's okay, Ann.," I said as I patted her on her thigh.

"No...it's not. I'm horny, Neil."

"Well...we can..."

"It's okay," she smiled. "I'm horny, but I don't want to just have a quickie somewhere. I need a long, steady fuck...and I don't want to do it in the car. We just need to make time tomorrow."

~*~*~*~*~*~

'Tomorrow' didn't happen either. Not with yet another late night at work, followed by a quick bite to eat before a trip to the local men's clothing store. Ann and I were both convinced this was something we could tackle fairly quickly...and then we'd head off to find someplace to spend some quality time together. It was a beautiful evening, and I'd packed a blanket in the car...a couple of them actually. I'd broached the idea of making love to Ann outside, under the stars of the early evening sky, and she was practically bouncing as we walked into the store.

It was going to be easy. I'd just worn a tux a couple of days before on our trip home, and both Ann and I agreed that we loved the style. So, it was just finding that one, making sure we knew the measurements, and then picking out the color of the ties and cummerbunds to go along with our wedding theme. And we were well on our way to doing just that.

But then Marshall, the owner of the store, came over to congratulate us. Marshall was a good friend of my Dad's. And I knew him pretty well myself, not just from my infrequent trips into the store, but also from playing golf with him. He was one of my Dad's golfing buddies, and I'd had the chance to play with him many times.

He stuck out his hand and said, "Neil Thomas! Great to see you."

"Hi Mr. Crawford. How are you today?"

"I'm fantastic. And who's this young lady."

"This is my fiancée, Ann Franklin. Ann, this is Mr. Crawford."

"Call me Marshall, dear," he said as he held out his hand.

"Nice to meet you, Marshall."

"Oh...we've met before Ann, but you were quite a bit younger. I've known your parents forever. Went to school with your dad."

Ann smiled politely, and she said, "I suppose I should have known that you'd know my folks."

"That's the curse of the town, Ann. Everybody knows everybody. But, it has its pluses too. So...Neil, how many tuxes are you going to be getting?"

"One...why?" I asked, thinking it was a silly question.

"So, no one else in the wedding party is going to wear a tux?"

I looked at Ann, whose eyes opened wide. "Wedding party?" I said out loud, like it was the first time I'd ever thought of it...since it was.

"Yeah...who's your best man? You know, if you order at least 5 tuxes, yours will be free. And the groom never pays for the people in the wedding...they usually pony up for that."

I let out a little laugh. Until that moment, I really hadn't given it a lot of thought. In my first wedding, I'd just worn a suit, and my Dad stood up with me. That was pretty much it...it wasn't formal at all. So it kind of escaped me. But I knew right away who it would be.

"It's going to be Matt Shepard, although I suppose I should actually ask him. In fact, I'd better make sure he can do it, since he's in school." I was still chuckling, but Ann suddenly had this mortified look on her face. My eyes narrowed a little as I suddenly became concerned. "Are you okay, babe?"

"No...I'm not," she said bluntly.

Marshall took that as a cue, and said, "We'll come back in a little bit. You two take your time." Then he pulled his salesman away, giving Ann and me a little privacy."