Ann: A Love Story Ch. 14

"What?" Rob said, looking at us for help. He finished his beer in another nervous gulp, and Ann took it, her fingers touching his hand as she grasped the bottle, making him flinch. She giggled again and returned to the fridge.

"Anybody else?" she asked. The rest of us still had plenty, so she just got Rob one, making sure she bent farther over as she reached for the bottom shelf. She made a quick glance back through her legs, and Rob quickly diverted his stare, while the rest of us didn't bother. She wanted to be watched. When she stood up and turned around, she stared past the rest of us, focusing just on Rob.

As she twisted open his beer and threw the cap into the trash, she stood there, still standing at the refrigerator. "Paula's right. You do have a problem looking a pretty girl in the eye, don't you?"

"WHAT! She told you that!"

"Uh-huh. So, tell me Rob. What color are my eyes?"

"What?"

"I stood in front of you while you drank that beer. I was looking at you the entire time. You should be able to tell me what color my eyes are. So, what are they?"

"I...I don't know. But in my defense, no guy ever remembers the color of a woman's eyes."

Dad, Mack and I all said, "Brown," almost simultaneously.

Ann busted out laughing as she walked over to hand Rob his beer. As she did, she said, "That's okay Rob. If I had asked you how long my nipples are, I'm sure you would have known the answer."

Rob blushed, but his eyes darted right back to her tits like they were laser targeted.

"Are you done now Rob? Jeez, Paula told me you were an ass man."

"I am," he said with a wicked little grin, "I've just never seen a woman who didn't care if her nipples stick out like yours do."

"That doesn't make any sense. You're married to one."

Rob let out a huge laugh and said, "No I'm not!" He obviously hadn't seen Paula and how she was dressed when she came out to the garage to get the beers for us earlier. Ann let it go, and started drinking her beer again, letting Rob continue to stare at her tits.

"Look at them all you want Rob," she said.

Embarrassed the he kept getting caught, he diverted his eyes, and said, "Well, I really am an ass man, and, my wife does have a great one."

"Better than mine," Ann said as she turned around.

Ann was standing close to Rob, and he had to back up a couple of steps to get his large gut out of the way just so he could look. He had one of those stomachs that stuck out so far he couldn't see his shoes. Ann looked over her shoulder at what he was doing, and turned around. Patting Rob on his stomach, she said, "You know, you really should switch to light beer. What are you trying to do there, build some kind of shelter for Paula so she doesn't get wet in the shower when she blows you?"

I thought my Dad and Mack were going to literally fall down from the laughter. It was so loud that Paula came outside to see what was going on, and to get another beer for herself.

"What's so funny?" she asked.

Ann didn't hesitate to tell Paula what she said, much to Rob's horror. But Paula took it in stride and said, "Oh, no...I won't go there without his belt on. If that big slab of meat fell on my head I think it would kill me. I only suck his dick when he's lying down. It's much safer."

Rob was turning more shades of red than you could imagine, and then he suddenly realized how Paula was dressed. His laser eyes directed their beady beams towards her nipples, mentally measuring and comparing them to Ann's. Ann noticed he was no longer staring at her, and why.

"See, you are a breast man. Are Paula's nipples bigger than mine?"

Rob wouldn't answer. Instead, he sat down in a lawn chair and took another long draw of his beer, swallowing any embarrassment he might have felt. Paula went over and sat on his knee, giving him a close up view of the braless form of her chest.

"Yours are bigger, Ann," Paula said. "He knows it; he just doesn't want to say it in front of me. But that's okay. Mine didn't used to be this big when we were first married. All those years of him sucking on them made them bigger, I think."

I was learning more than I ever imagined. Paula had totally come out of her shell, at least in front of me. Maybe she was just reserved when I wasn't around.

When Carrie came outside, and all eyes quickly diverted to her. She stopped in her tracks and looked at all of us, unnerved by the sudden attention.

"What? Is something wrong?"

Paula laughed and said, "No Carrie. We were just being a little risqué out here."

"Well don't stop on my account," she said as she reached in and got herself a beer.

"Okay, we were talking about nipples. Ann's are bigger than mine, but Rob doesn't want to tell her because he thinks I'll be jealous."

"Good Lord, at least you both have nipples that are perfect. I'd die for them. I've got these big tits, but my nipples seem so tiny...at least to me."

"Maybe you just need Rob to suck on them for a while. Apparently that's what's made Paula's so big," Dad said, which was way out of character for him.

Carrie laughed and said, "That's bullshit. If anything, they're bigger because she sucked on them herself so much when we were in college. She was always sucking and pulling on them."

"Really?" Mack asked.

"I thought if I did, maybe my tits would get bigger, like Carrie's."

"Where in the world would you get an idea like that?" I asked.

"That's what I told her. The joy of being like an older sister...teasing your younger sister that's really naive," Carrie said with a laugh.

"Well, we're not sisters; I'm not naïve anymore, and I got even, didn't I?" Paula said with a laugh.

"I'd rather not talk about that," Carrie said, a nervous shiver visibly going down her spine.

"What?" Ann asked, speaking for all of us.

Rob practically groaned. "Never mind, you'll never get it out of them. Mack and I have been trying for years. Whatever it was, they won't talk about it."

Mom stepped into the garage and said, "They won't talk about what?"

"Some deep dark secret they've been hiding since they were in college together."

"Which one?" Mom asked.

Paula and Carrie looked at her like she was holding a gun on the both of them. Carrie was shaking her head, and Paula just stared in fear. It was obvious that their secret had been shared with another person in our little party.

"What do you mean which one?" Rob asked.

"Both of them. The both have a lot of dirty little secrets. I suppose I do too," Mom said with a laugh.

Mom looked at her dear friends, women she had known since college when they had roomed together. Mom and Carrie were a year older than Paula, and Paula had joined them during their sophomore year. They had been friends well over 30 years, and I'm sure they had hundreds of little secrets.

"So, what is it?" I asked.

"Oh, I can't tell you sweetie. A sorority sister would never do that to another," Mom said. Paula and Carrie both breathed a sigh of relief.

~*~*~*~*~*~

The conversation was dropped as Dad started taking the meat off the grill. We were inside eating a few minutes later. Ann had the place of honor at the head of the table, my parents on either side of her. It could have been intimidating for her, but she was handling it with a grace I'd never seen any of my girlfriends' pull off. I was sitting at the other end of the table, and watched with admiration as she had them both laughing throughout dinner.

After dinner was over, I thought the party might die down, but Mom had other ideas. Playing the role of the perfect hostess to the hilt, she brought out dessert and a game. The eight of us played a fast paced dice game, and ate the chocolate cake that had been taunting me since Mom had made it the day before.

I was astonished at how well Ann fit in to my family dynamic. She was competitive, had a sharp wit with a biting sarcasm that rivaled mine and my Dad's, and yet she was honest and affable in the way she interacted. She seemed comfortable in any group she found herself in. Several times, I found the rest of the group waiting on me to take my turn because I was too busy just staring in marvel at the stunning woman across the table from me.

We played for hours, until Ron said he was heading to bed. I looked at my watch and noticed that it was almost eleven. We said our goodnights, and I told Mom and Dad I had to get Ann home. Ann gave everyone in the room a hug, her way of saying a real goodbye. She thanked my parents, taking more than a moment to hug them both. I'm sure I saw a little tear in my Mom's eye when she told me she would have the hide-a-bed made up for me in the living room when I got back. She really loved Ann. And I wasn't so sure that I didn't too.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Ann and I walked outside. It was a beautiful summer evening. The sky was clear, and the stars seemed to be closer than ever. I thought about driving her home, but I was suddenly inspired.

"Are you in a hurry to get home?" I asked Ann.

"Not particularly, why?" she said with a naughty smirk.

"Can I walk you home?"

"Is that what their calling it these days?" she said as she grabbed the crotch of my shorts.

I opened the hatch of my car and pulled out a big, thick horse blanket. Grabbing her hand, we headed down the driveway.

"Oh, you were serious."

"In more ways than one," I said as we started down the deserted street.

The Franklin home was about five blocks from my parents' house. But they weren't ordinary blocks. We had to cross the main road through town four blocks away. Not that that was a big deal. In a town of 5,000 people, there wasn't a lot of traffic in the middle of the day, never mind the night. On the other side of Main Street, after a half a block, we had to pass a furniture store. Next to the store was a huge open lot, big enough for a full sized football field. It was all grass, owned and maintained magnificently by the people that owned the store. But it wasn't prime real estate, in that it fell well below street level by a good twenty feet.

The field was a shortcut. Walking across it would lead to the Ann's parents house. The far edge of the field was directly across from the front of their ranch. So it wasn't a surprise to Ann that we were crossing the field. It was that we stopped halfway for me to spread out the blanket. Because we were well below street level, we were out of sight of any headlights that might pass by, and there were no streetlights that illuminated the grounds. It was a dark, grassy oasis less than a hundred yards from Main Street.

I lay down, and pulled Ann to me. She giggled as she settled in next to my body. We kissed, and it was electric. I pulled away and got on my back, and had Ann do the same, gazing up into the heavens above.

"You are a hopeless romantic," Ann said.

Recalling a line from 'Romancing the Stone', I said, "A hopeful romantic, actually."

Lying still, we let the moment wash over us, holding hands. It was beautiful, more so because we were sharing it together. Listening to the sounds of crickets, I couldn't help but feel at peace.

"Make love to me, Neil."

Ann moved onto her side, and started stroking my cock through my shorts.

"Are you sure?" I said, noting the surroundings.

"There's no one within a hundred miles," she said, her words convincing in her sincerity. She was right, in spirit. We were alone, and would be alone. The fact that we were within sight of her parents house only made what she wanted more exciting to the both of us. Sitting up, Ann lifted her shirt over her head, exposing her perfect breasts to the night air. It was comfortable outside, but crisp enough that she had goose bumps; although they could have been from the thrill of what we were about to do.

"You amaze me," I said as I removed my own shirt. Ann leaned forward and took a nipple into her mouth, sucking hard on it, using her tongue like I'd done to her. I couldn't believe how excited that could make me. As she nipped at my chest, Ann reached down and unbuttoned my shorts, slowly lowering my zipper. Reaching in with her small hand, she fished my cock out of the leg, springing it free.

"I love it when you don't wear underwear. God it makes me hot thinking about it."

"Why?" I said as she helped my shorts over my hips, taking them off and setting them to the side with my shirt. Ann stared at my naked body and practically drooled.

"There's just something about you being so free, and letting it all hang loose for a girl to stare at. I could see the outline of your head all afternoon. I'm sure Carrie and Paula did too."

I was fully erect, my thick veins throbbing, feeding the shaft and keeping it hard as granite. Ann wrapped her hand around it as I fiddled with the button on her tight shorts. Pulling down her zipper, she stood up so I could get the shorts past her hips more easily.

"I love it went you don't wear underwear," I said as she stepped out of the cut offs and stood naked in front of me.

"Yeah, great minds think alike. I've been thinking about fucking you since I sucked you off at lunch. And I love the way the denim rubs against my clit. I've been so close to cumming all night."

I reached up and cupped Ann's pussy, feeling her wetness. She was practically dripping. I wanted to sit up and eat her as she stood there, but Ann had other ideas. She grabbed me by the hair and pushed me onto my back.

"No offense, baby, but I need that big cock stuffed into my pussy. I've waited all day for this!"

Straddling my torso, Ann held my shaft straight up from my body and easily slid her warm cunt over my cock, swallowing it inside all the way to my balls. She let out a gasp that seemed to echo into the night.

"You make me feel so fucking full, Neil. You hit places inside of me I didn't know I had," Ann said as she moved her inner walls, gripping at my prick.

Ann started moving up and down over my shaft, moving her hips in a slight circular motion as she put her hands on my pecs for leverage. I reached up and grabbed her nipples, pulling them as she gritted her teeth. I know she wanted to scream out, but she couldn't. Having to swallow her passion and keep that emotion inside only made Ann more intense.

Perhaps it was because Ann and I had a quick tryst at lunch that we both hoped could be more, and last longer, and it felt like we had unfinished business to attend to. Or maybe it was because we had been so worked up at the cookout from the flirting and sexual repartee. It could have been the lack of underwear that kept us on that sexual ledge; or simply it was that we were two naked lovers under the night sky, rutting like wild animals in heat. And it was possible, and even likely, that it all of those things effecting us together; the proverbial 'all of the above'. The result was magical. In that setting, naked and sweating the way nature intended, Ann and I connected more than any time before.

It was, in a word, magical. We didn't speak, and we barely made a sound. It was as if we were listening, taking in the surroundings as we became one with each other, and with the cosmos. It was almost like it was our personal universe, and the two of us were celebrating life. When I would make a move, Ann would anticipate it and move her body to make the sensations more incredible. And I felt like I was reading her mind, making split second responses to what her body needed. A touch here, a lick there, and gentle rub of my foot along her inner leg. Our bodies were in total synch as we slowly ground our pelvises against each other.

I rolled Ann onto her back, and she let out a romantic little moan as she stared up at the stars as I pushed deeper into her warm, wet cunt. I could see the reflection of them in her dark brown eyes as she held them open wide, soaking in the experience of making love in the great outdoors. A gentle breeze blew over us, rustling the leaves in the distance. The sensation of that current flowing over my skin gave me a renewed energy.

I began increasing my stroke, in length and in power, building up my speed. Ann lifted her hips off the blanket, encouraging me to bend her and increase the leverage. Slipping her legs up my back, I knew she wanted me to hook my arms in her knees and roll her up, high on her neck. Her feet were next to her ears as her legs moved up on my shoulders. I was digging my toes into the blanket, my legs stiff. My arms held my upper body in position. The only part of my body moving was my ass, and it was working overtime.

Each downward thrust into Ann's tight slit brought an audible exhale, like I was plunging the air out of her. Any fear that I had contorted Ann into a position of discomfort was dispelled by the look of absolute bliss on her face, which was quickly followed by one of ecstasy. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she came.

"Oh fuck!" she said quietly, her legs shaking as her orgasm ran through her body. It had been less than a week, and I had no idea how many climaxes I had witnessed Ann in the throes of. But I knew I'd never tire of it. The way she reacted to me was not only special, it was perfect. I soared when I made Ann cum. While I knew I wasn't the first that had ever got her there, she had a way of responding to me that made me feel like I was the only man that had that power. I know it seemed conceited to think it, but Ann seemed to worship what my cock could do to her; and my tongue, for that matter.

I worshiped all of Ann, from the top of her long brown curly hair, to the very tips of her elegantly manicured toes, and all of the fun erogenous zones in between. When her orgasm calmed a touch, I let her legs down and rolled her over, onto her hands and knees. Entering her from behind, I grabbed her hips and began bucking into her.

I was moved by the imagery of the experience. On one level, there was the raw, earthy setting; an open, grass covered field under the stars. Then there was the position Ann and I were suddenly using; two horny creatures fucking the same way that all animals instinctively do when they heed the call to procreate. And on an entirely different plane, there was Ann, staring ahead, her eyes locked on her childhood home in the distance as she gave herself to her boyfriend in the most intimate way imaginable.

There was something very symbiotic about fucking Ann. We fed off each other, finding in ourselves an intense desire to please our partner. Once Ann had cum, she felt compelled to work harder to provide me what I needed. She was pushing back into me, never moving her head as she looked towards her parents home a couple hundred yards away. I imagined her playing in that very field as a child, and what her thoughts must have been at that moment as her gorgeous naked body writhed under me as we fucked doggy style into the night.

I reached under Ann, grabbing at her firm breasts, toying with her erect nipples as I pounded her. The only sound, besides our heavy breathing, was that of my weighty balls slapping against the wet underside of Ann's pussy. It sounded so perfect and passionate, and I wondered just how far away the sound waves traveled. Was I possible that anyone could hear it?

Just thinking about that had my balls churning, the cum inside them starting to simmer. Ann, in just the few encounters we'd shared, knew me. She knew my patterns, and how my body worked. Most of all, she knew the signs of my impending orgasms like we'd been together for years. Sensing the beginning of my climax to come, Ann lowered her head a little and really started ramming back into me, making the collision of our crotches more violent.

The action of her ass slamming against me made my balls hit her abdomen with more force, sending vibrations through them with each blow. They reverberated throughout my groin, and I was fast approaching what it seemed I'd spent all night building up to.