Author's Note:
The following is a work of fiction. It may or may not contain characters based on persons living or dead and may or not may contain actions completed by these same persons who may or may not have lived.
The world where this story takes place is an alternate reality where sexually transmitted diseases and unwanted pregnancies do not exist (nod to BusyBadger).
This is the introduction of the Ann Marie character. She factors in a number of succeeding chapters.
A hearty thank you and high praise for the editing work and story ideas supplied by fellow author and editor JustKeepRunning. Check out his work! I quite enjoyed it.
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Ann Marie walked toward the tight cluster of young women surrounding the standing table holding their drinks in the 18 and over Club. The loud dance music filled her ears and was felt in her chest. The grin on her face was unusually broad; she looked like the cat that ate the canary.
As she neared the table, the group turned like a flock in flight; their eyes locked onto her in the darkened room. The club was crowded that night and Ann Marie had separated from the gaggle of girls over an hour ago. She seemed to be skipping, something difficult to do in her heels and a party dress.
The Cheshire Grin was not wasted on her best friend, Maria. There was no end to the confusion of names when those two were together. If someone called for Ann Marie, they would both respond most of the time. There was no way anyone could confuse the two by their appearance: Ann Marie's ancestors were Vikings, and Maria's were Central American indigenous peoples. It was always easy to spot the inseparable pair in a crowd, a taller pale woman with dishwater blonde hair and her shorter black-haired Latina friend.
"Where have you been and who have you been doing?" Maria demanded with a laugh.
"Wouldn't you like to know!" yelled back the grinning young woman wearing a stylish, brightly colored party dress. The low neckline allowed a clear and unobstructed view of her full chest; she drew lots of attention whenever and wherever she went.
Soon the two were mouth to ear as the group of friends closed around the pair to hear the tale they were certain would be told. The center of everyone's attention paused deliberately, she relished the moment of having their rapt attention and the delicious story she had to tell.
Excitedly, the girls were all coaxing her to share where she had been. None of them correctly imagined where she had actually been. Although they had rightly assumed she had been with a man; they were just thinking elsewhere inside the club.
"Okay. But you have to promise not to tell another living soul." she sternly declared, looking around the circle of friends one at a time. Each of the eager listeners committed themselves to secrecy. "Now remember, each of you promised not to tell anyone." she emphasized. The cluster of eager listeners nodded vigorously. The motion caused their large hairdos to move like clouds of hair around their respective heads.
"I met this guy. He was so good looking. He looked just like Jon Bon Jovi!" she gushed and the group collectively squealed. Many of the women exclaimed their own adoration or professed their undying love for the popular rock star. "He even had the same awesome hair!" she declared excitedly. The group continued to buzz with excitement. The consensus was that she was so very lucky, none of them had seen anyone even close to that during the entire evening. Excited to learn about what happened next, the group prompted her to continue.
"Well, he asked me to dance and he was so awesome!" she gushed, "He knows all the moves and is so sexy when he dances." she continued with the faraway look of someone recalling a fond memory. After further promoting, Ann Marie shook herself from her trance and said, "And when we slow danced, it was like we were the only two people in the world. I loved his arms around me and he smelled so good. Even his sweat smelled awesome!" she exclaimed enthusiastically.
Then in a stage whisper because the music was very loud, "He grabbed my butt while we were bear hugging - and I let him!" The group response was a mixture of excitement and disapproval. The group had all gone to girls' school together and were good friends but the strict dogma and behavior code meant different things to each of the young women - everything from myth and superstition to the actual word of a real and present deity.
"After a while, we both got hot and he suggested we go outside to cool off. It was so nice outside. He smoked a funny smelling cigarette. He asked me if I wanted to try, so I did. It was terrible!" she exclaimed and laughed a little. Then just so her best friend could hear, "I think it was weed!"
"He offered to show me his tricked-out van. I wasn't sure, but I didn't want to go back in yet, so I said okay. It was so awesome! It had this custom paint on the sides like a mural of a winged horse."
"Pegasus." explained the Latina needlessly.
"Then he started the engine for me. Oh, man! I could feel the rumble in my chest." she exclaimed enthusiastically. Then to just Maria, "Plus, it made me super horny!
"He opened the tiniest hood and you could see a shiny chrome engine in there." she continued eagerly.
"How do you know what chrome is anyway?" asked one of the girls. "I don't know what chrome is." she scoffed.
"I take it you don't have older brothers. Well, I do. One brother has a 65 Mustang and another has a 67 Camaro. There is no end to the fights they have, 'Ford's better! Chevy's best!' On and on and on." she explained to the skeptic. "I know what an air cleaner is, where the oil filter is, where the radiator is. Do you?" she asked pointedly. The skeptic was silenced.
"Anyway, he stood behind me while he raced the engine. I could feel his dick against my butt!" she exclaimed. Then so only her shorter friend could hear, "Obviously, he was horny too!"
"When I pulled my hair back 'cause the fan was blowing it all around, he gave me a little kiss on the neck." she continued. All the girls 'oohed', some excitedly, some disapprovingly. To her closest comrade, "Now my panties were getting wet."
"Then he invited me to see the inside of his van. I know, I probably shouldn't have, but he was so good looking and so nice. He was obviously very proud of the work he put into it, so I climbed in.
"This was the fanciest conversion I have ever, and I mean ever seen. Captain's chairs, huge stereo, in dash cassette player, and so plush. Everything was in a leather that was so smoothly padded you could just sleep in the chairs.
"He showed me all the features, how awesome the stereo is, how the chairs swivel and recline. When I was reclining in one of the Captain's chairs, he touched me softly said I had the most kissable looking lips and he wanted to kiss me the moment he saw me. It was very romantic. Then he got really close to my face and looked longingly into my eyes. His irises were so large, probably bigger than anyone I've ever met. I just wanted to fall in and swim to the other side.
"When he kissed me, it was like lightning. I wanted to jump his bones right there in his van!" she gushed. The response of the gaggle of girls was widely varied. There were feelings of jealousy, shock, disbelief, and judgement - some girls experiencing more than one. "First there was one tender kiss, then two, then three. Pretty quick he had his tongue in my mouth and we were Frenching!" she shared excitedly.
"When I started Frenching him back, his put his hand on boob! It was so exciting! My panties were completely soaked. I just wanted him to take them off; I didn't care how." The previous round of feelings only grew more pronounced. You could read the range of emotions by the expressions on the faces of the assembled circle of friends. Ann Marie saw the judgement and disbelief and decided it was time to continue the story with a smaller audience.
"I need to go to the bathroom." she announced. She grabbed her best friend's wrist and dragged her toward the line at the women's restroom. Some the woman verbally expressed their disappoint at the interruption of the salacious story.
Once the pair were away from the cluster of disparate friends, Maria prompted Ann Marie to continue. "What happened next? That is so naughty!" her friend exclaimed eagerly.
"Well, I was reclining in the captain's chair. He was between my legs, squeezing my boob and Frenching me like he was trying to remove my fillings. Then I heard my favorite song on the stereo, you know the one!" she exclaimed. Her young friend knew exactly what she was referring two as they had the same taste in music and the same favorite bands.
"I got up from the chair and climbed in the back to listen to the bass. It was thumping so loud I could feel it in my chest. You know how much I like loud music. Anyway, I was on my hands and knees in the back near the big speaker. The bass was so awesome!" she continued excitedly.
"So, I'm in the back listening to the music and singing along when he climbs in with me. We're both just rockin' out and I'm singing along. He's singing too, but I can't really hear him very well - the music was just too loud. Anyway, he starts rubbing his hand up and down my back. He's sitting in the plush shag carpet and I'm still on my hands and knees, just rocking back and forth to the music. I'm loving his hand on me and missing the make out session, so I turn and kiss him on the mouth - hard, with tongue." she shares with emphasis. She knows her best friend won't judge her like the others were. She continues the narrative.
"He kissed me back, hard and puts his tongue in my mouth like I had in his. I think I got dizzy with our tongues in each other's mouth. Anyway, his hand moves from my back to my butt. That felt so sexy! It may made me want him more." she gushed with enthusiasm.
"Then he tells me that he loves my butt. I mean most guys just go for the boobs and that's it, but he told me he loves my little butt! I loved it!" she exclaimed. "I moved around so he could grab more of my tiny ass. Then he moved and squeezed and fondled all of it." she shared dreamily. "When he grabbed my ass, I moaned in his mouth. It was so sexy."
"After Frenching a while, he slid his hand under my dress and started caressing my leg. It felt so good. I wanted him to lift up my dress and pull my panties off, but he just caressed and massaged my leg." she told her enthralled listener.
"So, what did you do?" Maria pressed excitedly.
"So, I move my ass closer to him, hoping he would take the hint." Ann Marie declared.
"Did he?" asked her Latina confidant.
"Not initially. He started massaging both legs, slowly inching closer to where I wanted his hand to be. We kept Frenching. First his tongue was in my mouth then mine was in his. I was moaning pretty loudly at this point. When he hadn't touched my panties yet, I decided to take matters into my own hands." she declared and paused.
When her friend didn't immediately continue, she prompted her to continue, "What did you do?" she asked breathily.
"I lift my dress up over my panties." she declared proudly.
"No way!" declared the incredulous friend.
"Totally!" affirmed the storyteller. "With my panties showing, he decided it must be okay to touch them, so he caressed my ass!"
"Oh, my God!" declared her closest friend since childhood. "I can only imagine what it would feel like for a boy to touch my ass, let alone French him in his van!" she declared with envy.
