Ann: A Love Story Ch. 86

She turned my back to the bench when we walked under the little roof, placing her hand on my chest. Gently pushing me, she told me to sit down and relax while she did the work. Getting on her knees, she unzipped the fly of my dark blue dress pants. Fishing out my semi-hard cock, she went about trying to make it fully hard, with little difficulty. Slowly stroking my shaft, she looked up into my eyes, her face full of wonder as she played with me.

"Ever since I was a little girl, this place has been my secret hideaway...a place I could run away to and be alone," she started explaining. "When I'd get mad, or feel upset, I'd come here, and I'd feel better. This...was my sanctuary."

I looked at her, grinning at me warmly as she held onto my shaft, gripping it with her soft fingers, playing with the veins as she worked to make me harder in her hand. A finger moved along the length, following a larger vein that fed my cock life. All the while, she stared at me in wonder, as if she was trying to figure out just what I was doing there.

"When I got older, I'd dream about meeting my boyfriend here and we'd make out all day, just the two of us, hidden from the world. And then, it started turning into more erotic thoughts than just kissing. I'd let him touch me, and I'd touch him," she said as she squeezed my cock to emphasize her point. "When I got to high school, it became my fantasy to suck my boyfriends cock here. And when I first met you...well, you kind of became the boyfriend I had in mind."

I groaned from what she was doing to me, licking the head of my cock, her tongue pressing firmly against the mushroom head. Precum started leaking out, and she moaned as she tasted it.

"You just dreamed of sucking me here?" I asked, thinking I was going to get to fuck Ann again.

"Yes baby. One time I even came here and fingered myself thinking about it. Now sit back and enjoy this," she said as she started to take my cock into her mouth.

"Wait. So...we never, you know..."

"It's my fantasy baby. I promise I'll make it worth it for you. I've been thinking about this moment for a long, long time," she smiled as she slowly took the head of my cock into her mouth.

Ann's words and the way she said them sent a shiver down my spine. First, she was right. It was her fantasy, not mine. Instead of wishing for more, I knew I should have been thankful that it was me that she'd used as the fuel for her erotic dreams as a horny teenager. And now, I was the actual recipient; her fantasy coming true because fate had brought us together.

Her head bobbed up and down ever so slowly, her left hand unzipping her coat as she held onto my shaft with her right. Quickly, she took it off and placed it on the bench next to me, before going back to my cock and sucking me deeper and deeper. Her left hand returned to her neck, slowly opening the front of her dress, button by button.

"Babe...it's too cold for..."

"Ssshh...my fantasy lover. Just let me do this my way, okay?" she said as she stood up, letting the dress fall off her shoulders. She stepped out of it, placing it on top of her coat, before squatting in front of me again.

It was cool out, but with the dugout protecting us from the wind, it wasn't too bad. Of course as I said that to myself, I was dressed, and I had a coat on. Ann was kneeling between my legs in just the sexy bra and thong that my mother had bought her. I could see her hard nipples through the fabric of the bra, and I wondered if she was as wet as she'd been since I'd first seen her in it the night before.

Placing her hands on my thighs, she leaned in and licked at my shaft. She'd left my balls tucked into my pants, probably because she didn't want them getting cold, thinking that would have an adverse affect on me. But the way she was blowing her hot breath over my shaft would have made that unlikely. She was making the experience steamy, no matter the weather outside.

Using only her mouth, she played with my twitching cock, licking and kissing it up and down, making me scoot forward a little farther on the bench as I looked for more contact. She smiled, and giggled a little, knowing her teasing was making me desperate for her to take me back into the warmth of her mouth.

There she was, on a cold gray day in late November, acting like it was the middle of July as she fulfilled her fantasy. It didn't matter to her that it was cold...she was feeling hot, and with how she looked and what she was doing to me, it was hard to think of her as anything but just that.

"God, you are a lucky man, Thomas," I said to myself as she finally took my shaft in her hand and leaned up, angling her throat to take me.

I knew what was coming. I'd gotten used to the idea that she could now deepthroat me any time she wanted to. And that thought slammed into my brain hard. We were just down the street from the little apartment complex that my friend Matt's parents owned. The furnished ones, including the vacant unit that he'd used from time to time to take a date...the one he'd told me I could use whenever I wanted to.

The same one where I'd taken Ann during our last night of the magical week that fate brought us together. The same place where she'd finally found a way to deepthroat me, after struggling all week long trying. The same one that we'd left after an incredible few hours of making love, and seemingly moments later, I asked her to marry me.

Another shiver ran through my body as I processed all of that. We'd passed the apartment building on our walk, yet neither of us acknowledged it as we went by on the sidewalk. We were just taking a stroll in the little town we had both called home at one time or another, holding hands as we made our way to...well, to the latest memory she wanted to share with me.

She slowly slipped her mouth over my cock, before pulling back, drawing her lips along the slick skin of my shaft. She did that over and over, each time taking a little more of my cock into her mouth, until finally she'd taken all of me. Holding herself still, her lips pressed against my pants as she moaned happily around my shaft. I'm not sure if taking a cock all the way down her throat was part of her original fantasy, but she certainly wasn't holding back now that she was actually getting to live it out as an adult.

Holding the very base of my shaft with her fingers, she squeezed my balls through my pants with her other hand as she started sucking with long, slow strokes. Every once in a while, she'd stop, swirling her tongue around the head, making me squirm a little on the bench. That only made her want to please me more, staring up into my eyes as she sucked me.

I'm not sure how long she made it last. I know she could have gone longer if she'd wanted to, knowing exactly when to back off and prolong the experience if that was her desire. She did that several times, bringing me to the very brink of my orgasm, making me feel like I was going to explode, before backing off to keep me from cumming. When she finally decided she was ready, she reached down with her right hand and pulled her tits out of her bra, exposing them for me. Then that hand drifted between her legs, and I knew she was playing with her clit as she started sucking me harder and faster.

She was taking me all the way down her throat with hard, almost violent strokes, her head ramming into my groin as she fucked me with her mouth. All the while, I could tell from the way her body was moving that her fingers were flying back and forth across her clit. The whole experience got to me, the eroticism of the moment making my balls start to churn inside my pants.

Feeling my reaction, she stopped frigging herself to concentrate on me, taking the head of my cock and placing it on her tongue as she started jacking my slick shaft hard and fast.

"Cum for me, Neil. I want to taste your cum," she begged.

"Oh...fuck, Anna! I'm CUMMMINNNGGGG!" I screamed out, not caring if anyone was within earshot or not.

The corners of her mouth turned up, smiling as she felt my cock spasm in her busy hand. I started shooting my sperm into her open, waiting mouth, hot jets exploding into the back of her closed throat. She was letting my load build, wanting to swallow it all at once. With my already having a couple of orgasms that morning, it wasn't the huge load I usually shot. But, it was enough to make her practically giddy as she squeezed my shaft, trying to get every last drop she could.

When I finished cumming, she fell back, her bare ass pressing against the cold concrete. She leaned back on her left elbow, spreading her legs wide as she pulled her thong farther to the side. Her right hand made its way back between her thighs, finding her clit.

As she started flicking her erect nub with her fingers, I said, "Anna...come up here and let me take care of you."

She shook her head, her mouth still open and full of my load. "Uh-uh!" she moaned, her eyes telling me to stay put. For whatever reason, she had it in her mind that this was the way it was supposed to be in her fantasy, and she leaned back and masturbating for me.

I watched her in silent admiration, staring at her incredible nipples, hard from the cold of the weather and the heat of her passion. I listened to her haggard breathing, and the wet, squishing sounds of her fingers flying across her pussy. I licked my lips, wishing she would let me taste her as she came, but knowing that wasn't what the moment was about. I sat still, frozen in place on that frigid bench, watching my fiancée live out her erotic dream, giving me a perverse thrill in the process.

Her back stiffened as her body started to shake. She tilted her head back as she let out a garbled, frenzied wail. She tired to swallow, but in the midst of her climax, she actually coughed a little, my cum spilling from her mouth, trickling down her cheeks and chin. She finally closed her mouth for a half second, swallowing what was left as her eyes rolled back in her head.

I knew what was coming next. I'd seen Ann cum enough to anticipate the ending. And while I didn't want to interfere with her moment...her erotic memory, I knew I had to. Leaping up, I quickly leaned down and grabbed her, my arms sliding under her bent knees and her back. Sweeping her up into my arms, I lifted her just before she was about to collapse completely onto the cold concrete.

Any fear I had about ruining her fairytale ending disappeared when I felt her hand grasp my half hard cock, squeezing it lovingly.

"My...hero," she said breathlessly.

"My princess," I said, looking into her brown eyes, half closed in a post orgasmic state.

I held her there, cradling her as time seemed to stand still. When she caught her breath, she sighed. "You know...in my fantasies, your cock was never as big as it really turned out to be."

"Hmm...in mine, your nipples were just like they are now," I said as I leaned down and took one of them into my mouth.

"OOOHH!" she squealed as she felt my teeth scrap against it.

"You okay?" I asked, knowing that she was.

"I don't think I could tell you how okay I am right now, baby. Your cock being bigger is just one of the things that made this so much better than my fantasy EVER was."

"Oh yeah...what else?" I smiled.

"In my dreams, you were always just my boyfriend...not my future husband," she said a she reached up with other hand, pulling my head down to kiss her.

~*~*~*~*~*~

We were walking back to her parent's home, a contented smile on my face; a sexy, impish one on hers.

"Did you like that baby?" she asked, for like the tenth time since she'd gotten dressed in the dugout.

"Yes, Anna...I did," I answered, like it was the first time I heard the question.

"What was your favorite part?" she wondered; a new follow up question I hadn't expected.

I thought for a second, and said, "I liked the fact that you thought about doing that to me years ago, and now it happened for real."

"Okay...that's a boring answer," she laughed.

"Boring...what do you mean boring?"

"I know it was exciting for you...maybe not as much as it was for me. But I could tell you were into it. So...what part did you like? What part got you, you know...excited?"

"Beyond the fact that you actually took me there, stripped off your dress, sucked me dry, and then laid there on the concrete and made yourself cum for me?"

She giggled, thinking back to what she'd just done. "Yes...beyond that."

"Actually, I did have something cross my mind while you were doing it."

"Okay, what?" I pointed at the apartment building as we walked past it, that simple gesture reminding her of what we'd done there, and what happened afterward. She smiled wistfully and sighed, "The best night of my life."

"Mine too. I was thinking about you, and what you did there that night for the first time."

She looked puzzled and said, "Really? What was that?"

"You finally sucked me...all the way. I was thinking about how now you can do that whenever you want to."

"Mmm...thanks to Antonio," she giggled, referring to her practice dildo.

"Yeah...I was wondering if the girl that had those fantasies when she was in high school ever imagined doing that."

"I have to be honest, baby. The girl in high school couldn't imagine letting you cum in my mouth and loving it. I'm a different person now."

"So am I, babe...I have you now."

We walked silently, holding hands as we made our way down the sidewalk, past the apartments, past Matt's parent's house, turning the corner toward the Franklin home. I glanced at my watch as we headed up the driveway, wondering if we'd been gone just an hour, or if we'd somehow just made a return from a trip back in time.

"I love you, Neil," she said, stopping to kiss me under the tree where I'd asked her to marry me.

"I love you too, Anna."

~*~*~*~*~*~

The football game was just getting interesting; a plate of fresh pumpkin pie on the TV tray in front of me, and I took another bite. I was sitting in the Franklin basement, with my dad, Ann's dad and Alan. The Cowboys were playing the Philadelphia Eagles in a traditional Thanksgiving Day game in Dallas, and we were getting into it. That's when I heard the call from upstairs. The one I knew was coming. The one Ann had warned me about.

Alan groaned. "God...not again," he said dejectedly. "Why does she always do this in the middle of the game?"

"Tradition son," Marlin said, talking more about Jean's penchant for bad timing than the events of the day itself. "She just can't help herself."

"Well it's going to be even worse this year with Neil and Ann here," he whined.

"Maybe, but the longer we stall down here, the longer it'll take upstairs," he replied, as if resigned to the fate of Jean's...well, obsession.

The four of us trudged upstairs. Well, Alan trudged. Marlin didn't seem to care, really. And dad and I had yet to be initiated, so we didn't know any better. All we knew was, we were heading upstairs, and Jean was going to take family pictures.

We filed into the living room, where the ladies were waiting for us. At least, three of them were. Ann was nowhere to be seen, and that stunned me. The way she'd described the prospect of her mom taking our pictures sounded like a horrific experience. I knew it wouldn't be that bad, but now I was beginning to wonder. With Alan acting the way he was, and my fiancée disappearing altogether, I was suddenly nervous.

"Where's Ann?" I asked my mom while Jean fiddled with her big, expensive camera.

"She headed back to her room," she answered, pointing down the hallway.

"Great," I said to myself, wishing I had a sanctuary to run to, or a hole to crawl in.

"Betsy...Darren, let's start with you two and Neil," Jean said excitedly. She pointed to the fireplace on the far end of the living room, wanting to use that as a backdrop.

I groaned a little, but mom grabbed my hand and said, "We'd love to." Pulling me towards the fireplace, she said, "We're guests, honey. And she's just trying to make us feel part of their family. So stop fussing."

"I'm not fussing," I whispered.

"Just give me a minute to get the lighting right," Jean said as she made some adjustments to the camera, and then to the window shades, trying to get things the way she wanted them.

Mom took the moment we had and said, "Yes, you are...and I don't want to hear it. You're the one marrying into their family, not your dad and I. And you don't see us complaining. The Franklin's have been nothing but wonderful today."

"Mom...I..."

That's when I got the 'Mom' stare. The one that freezes you in your tracks and you know you need to shut up, and behave...or else. "Neil Antonio Thomas, you need to mind your manners."

"I'm sorry Mom. I'm just surprised Ann's not here, that's all."

"Hmm...like how the two of you left for over an hour, and your dad and I were here alone?"

"Oh my God...I'm sorry. Did something happen?" I asked, suddenly worried that the friendly get together had somehow gotten ugly while we were away fooling around.

"No...I just told you, the Franklin's have been absolutely wonderful hosts. But that didn't stop you from leaving."

"You're right. We shouldn't have done that."

"Nonsense. I know when Ann needs to get away. That's why I took her shopping yesterday, remember?"

"Yeah. Still..."

"My point is, you're relationship with her folks is going to be what you make it. You need to support her. But you also need to just relax and enjoy the time together. Remember what this day is all about?"

"Yes, Mom. It's Thanksgiving," I said, feeling like I was getting yet another parental lesson, which I suppose I was.

"Right. And do remember how your Thanksgivings were with your ex, and her parents?"

My eyes opened wide, the haunting images of the torturous Holidays I'd had to endure with my ex-wife's family flooding my brain like a repressed nightmare. "Damn," I said quietly as I realized how bad I'd had it, and how wonderful my relationship with Jean and Marlin really was.

"That's right. If anyone ought to be giving thanks right now, it's you, honey. You have a LOT to be thankful for, just like your dad and I do. And remember, you and Ann feed off of each other."

"What are you talking about?"

"I just told you that you need to support her...just like she does for you all the time."

"Yeah...and?"

"And if you can find a way to be thankful for her parents, including what Jean wants to do right now...that will go a long way to helping her deal with it. Your attitude affects hers more than you know. And I can tell you, from what I've seen, she does the same for you all the time."

"So you're saying that as a couple...we need to pick each other up emotionally?"

She leaned closer, kissing me on the cheek. "You always were smart," she said proudly.

My parents and I spent probably ten minutes with Jean, letting her pose us in different ways before she realized she wanted Ann in some of the pictures too. And since she was still missing in action, Jean turned her sights...and lens, on Alan and Shelly.

Jean was going on and on about how good the pictures were going to turn out, praising Shelly for her natural beauty. She was also commenting on her figure, which was pretty evident in that skimpy dress. What surprised me was her reaction to it.

"Shelly, you look really beautiful in that outfit," she said for at least the tenth time.

And she did. She looked incredibly sexy. That really didn't bother me. But as I stood against the back wall of the room waiting for my next turn in front of the camera, whenever that would be, I had to listen to Jean fawn over her daughter in law. And frankly, I got a little ticked. Mainly because I was thinking of the humble maroon dress Ann would be wearing for our photos.