Ann: a Love Story

© 2025, All rights reserved – mimaster

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Every town seems to have one. While national pizza franchises dominate the landscape, and the consciousness of the collective consumer, every town has that one local legend that goes against the grain. A place that puts far more emphasis on the ingredients to create an unparalleled taste of their product, rather than on the packaging they put it in. Face it, the more basic the delivery box, the better the pizza it contains.

Not only does each town have one…

they need

one. It could be a dive, or a hole-in-the-wall. Maybe it's a pub, or perhaps a greasy spoon. But it's always a place where the pizza is so spectacular that it creates the atmosphere and makes the overall experience memorable. They don't need people with sandwich boards standing next to the road, or promises of being able to get it hot and ready just by walking in. They don't need million dollar advertising campaigns or movie product tie-ins to sell their pizza. All they need is word of mouth. The quality of what comes out of that special oven they have in the back does all the rest.

From the parking lot, this one hadn't seemed that big. The pizza joint where Dana and Missy had set up the going away party for Ann looked like it wasn't big enough to hold thirty people. Never mind the sixty to seventy that were supposed to be coming to meet me, and show Ann just how much they cared about her. Yet when Ann and I walked in, I was blown away.

It reminded me of some of the dark caverns I'd been in as a kid in Virginia; it seemed endless. There was the huge main room that we had walked into, and then there were numerous chambers that extended off of it. I was looking around for a tour guide to take us through the place and explain the various sights.

Instead, a cute waitress in a very short black cocktail dress came over to greet us. She stood about 5' 8" in her heels, and she had very stylish, cropped brunette hair. The dress she had on was somewhat conservative, likely because it was a family establishment and not a Hooters, but it perfectly accentuated her athletic legs. Her upstairs was a little smaller than Ann, but her breasts were just as perky.

By greeting us, I meant she practically ran in her 4-inch heels and launched herself at Ann, hugging her tightly. "OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD… ANN!" she screamed as she clutched onto her friend.

"Hi Gloria. It's good to see you," Ann laughed, hugging her back.

"You too! I am

soooo

glad Dana and Missy decided to have the party here. I'm sorry I missed the shower… I couldn't get the night off."

"It's okay, Gloria. I understand. You didn't miss that much," she said, smiling at her friend.

"Bullshit. I already know I missed the strippers. Were they hot?"

Ann smiled, letting go of Gloria with her right arm as she pointed towards me. "

Let me introduce

you to hot. Gloria, this is my fiancé, Neil. Neil, this is my amazing friend Gloria."

I held out my hand and said, "It's great to meet you, Gloria."

Gloria let go of Ann and practically jumped into my arms, giving me a huge bear hug as well. It startled me a little bit, but not as much as when she reached down and grabbed my crotch. I flinched and pulled back, but Gloria didn't let go for a moment, her hand lingering as she felt my shaft. I looked over at Ann, who had an odd smirk on her face.

"Gloria?" Ann asked, quizzically staring at her friend.

"Sorry," she said, reluctantly letting go while giggling.

I was bewildered at what had just happened. I tried to make light of it, and said, "Uh… if that's how the rest of your friends are going to say hello, I'm not sure I want to meet any of the guys."

"

What was that

all about, Gloria?"

Gloria turned a shade of red and said, "I'm sorry, Neil. You too Ann… I just had to know if the rumor that's running rampant in the back was true."

"Rumor… what rumor," I asked innocently.

Ann sighed and said, "About you, Neil. My girlfriends are talking about you."

"What

about

me?" I said naively, still stunned that I'd just been groped by a girl I'd literally just been introduced to, right in front of my fiancée. All while standing in the entrance of a packed pizza parlor.

Ann looked at Gloria and smiled. "Isn't he just the cutest guy in the world. He has no idea sometimes just how amazing he is."

"I'm sold," Gloria replied with a giggle as the two of them stared at me.

"WHAT?" I said, still focused on my suddenly bulging crotch.

Ann hugged me and said, "They're talking about your cock, baby. I told you they would be, now that they've seen it."

"You didn't say they'd

talk

about it. You just said you weren't sure you should have done what you did. And why would they need to talk about it. They already saw it… me!"

"Neil… what if you and your buddies saw a girl flash her tits? Wouldn't you still be talking about it afterwards?"

I stood in place, a blank expression on my face as what she had said sank in. I nodded, realizing she was right. My friends and I would have been talking about being flashed every day for a month… and it would be recounted often for years thereafter. I really shouldn't have been that shocked that Ann's friends were talking about me less than a couple of hours later. Maybe I wouldn't have been so surprised, had Gloria shaken my hand instead of my groin. I was still a little stunned she'd done that.

"Well, that's what they're doing, baby. They're sharing, because they know what they saw was pretty damn special."

"It's no excuse, but that's why I grabbed you. I thought they were kidding me, trying to make me jealous about not being able to make the party. I mean, I knew they saw it… they wouldn't make that part up. But when Missy handed me my door prize and said you were thicker? I didn't believe her."

"Oh… Missy gave you a dildo too? Sweet!" Ann reacted excitedly, like it was a normal thing to do or say in a crowded restaurant

"Yeah. It wasn't like I didn't

want

to be there. I did, more than anything. I tried, but I couldn't find anyone to take my shift so I could get off of work. But Mack felt sorry for me… so he said I get to work your party, and I don't have to work the floor. I'll get to be with you tonight. Hell, I'll even get paid to do it!"

"Great! I'm so glad you're going to be with us. It wouldn't have been the same without you. And I really missed seeing you at the shower."

"And I apparently missed seeing a nice, fat cock," Gloria teased, leering lustfully towards my crotch.

Ann laughed and reached down and fondled it herself through the front of my shorts. She was doing it in front of her friend, but she was also doing it openly for anyone that might be looking our way. My cock lurch and started to grow. "I think it's showing off for you now," she said with a laugh. "Aren't you, Neil?"

"Oh… you're talking to me? I thought you were talking to my dick," I said, giving her a disapproving glare.

I was actually just messing with her. I didn't care any longer that Ann seemed to talk about my cock like it was an individual entity all its own. I had actually come to find it endearing. I was secure in my relationship with her, knowing she loved me for me. The fact that she loved my cock so much only added to my love for her. And if I were honest with myself, I knew I felt the same way about her hard, sculpted ass. Or her tight, wet pussy, and her perfect, upturned breasts. Hell, any part of Ann's body, really. Name it, and I could certainly go on at length about it like it was my possession and not attached to her.

Still, I playfully scowled at her, and she blinked.

"I'm sorry sweetheart. I

know

that your cock is really attached to you. I don't know why I do that sometimes. I guess I'm just so amazed that you're all mine that I can't help myself. Sometimes it's still so hard to believe."

"Don't be mad, Neil. I found it hard to believe what the girls were saying," Gloria added, trying to lighten what she thought was a tense moment. "That's the only reason I grabbed you. I figured if I was the only one that didn't get to see it in person, at least I could be the only one that got to it."

I smiled slyly knowing that wasn't true. Dana had felt it. Hell, she'd sucked my cock. But neither Ann nor I was going to bring that up. Instead, Ann looked at Gloria for a moment, while she continued to squeeze my shaft through my shorts, letting those words sink in.

Finally, she looked up at me, her eyes searching mine in the dim light. Her smile was sweet, and her irises were sparkling. She was happy… as happy as I'd ever seen her. And at the same time, I saw that familiar grin start to cross her face. The one that told me she was up to something; the one that told me I should relax and be open minded.

"Baby, I know I told you in the car that I was only going to show myself… and I'm doing that," she said, moving her hand off my crotch to play with hers. Specifically, she was running her hand through the strip of hair hidden in her tan, and the laces of her opened-front shorts. "But… I was wondering…."

"Wondering what, Anna," I asked, watching her bite her lip.

"You did say in the car that I should warn you if I was going to show you off again. But I think it would be better if I asked you instead. Would you mind?" she hissed seductively, almost pouting as she put her hand back onto my bulge and squeezed tenderly.

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"

Holy shit!

," Gloria exclaimed as she looked at my raging hard on.

I was on display again, this time in a slightly more private setting than when Ann had removed my cock in front of all of her friends at the bachelorette party. Gloria had led us toward the back of the restaurant, into a small private room they used for intimate parties and overflow capacity. She'd closed the door behind us, locking it so Ann could play her own special game of show and tell.

Ann was on her knees in front of me, slowly stroking my shaft as she looked up into my eyes, trying to gauge if I was okay with what she was doing. It was another one of those strange, exciting moments where we were pushing the sexual envelope. I was not only okay with it, I’d suddenly become so turned on physically I couldn't stand. My legs had become too weak.

Ann and I had walked into the room holding hands, but she spun me as soon as we cleared the doorway. Pressing her hand against my chest lovingly, she pushed my back against a wall. Her eyes were on fire as she attacked the unzipped my shorts, whipping it down and pulling the opening wide. Her fingers felt electric as her soft fingertips touched the skin of my shaft, making my cock flinch. She let out a giggle and asked me if I was sure it was okay. I could only nod as she flashed me a wicked, toothy grin.

"You love me showing you off, don't you baby?" she said quietly. My answer came with my eyes as I became lost in her deep brown irises smiling at me.

I was suddenly in the midst of one of her deliciously torturous hand jobs. We'd only been in the room for two minutes, maybe less, and she had my cock dripping with pre-cum. She was using it to coat the head, occasionally licking the very tip as she flicked her tongue along the tiny slit. When I saw a tiny string of my pre-cum stretch from the tip of my cock, sticking to her extended tongue in a sexy little rope as she pulled back, my knees wobbled. She giggled and had me sit in a chair.

She had pulled my balls out of the opening, and she was gently playing with them as she pumped me. Gloria was transfixed, leering at my crotch. "God those things are huge.”

"They're heavy too," Ann said as she put her fingers underneath them, lifting them up like she was testing their weight. "They also pack an amazing punch, Gloria. He cums so much it's like a fire hose going off."

"As much as I'd love to see that… I think one of us really should go keep the rest of the people waiting occupied. It looks like you're going to be busy for a while."

"You can stay five more minutes, can't you?" Ann asked with a smile.

"Five minutes? Hell, I've seen you do that for five hours, Ann. Remember Jesse?" Gloria said before she started laughing hysterically.

Ann smiled and said, "I'll never forget that prick. And yeah… I could make this take that long if I wanted to. But that was different and you know it. I wasn't doing it to try to make him feel good, and neither were you."

The very thought that Ann could keep me on edge for five hours both intrigued me, and scared the shit out of me. On the one hand, I marveled that she was so good at what she was doing to me, it seemed impossible that she could deny me an orgasm that long. On the other hand, she'd done it to me for over an hour when we watched a movie together at a theater our last night in Indiana. When I thought about how amazing that was, and yet how easily she'd been able to manipulate my cock to keep me hard and turned on, but also keep me from cumming, I had no doubt that Gloria and Ann were telling the truth.

As much as that impacted my thoughts, my mind had quickly moved past that, to two points that now dominated my brain. One was how excruciating a hand job would be if Ann's ultimate goal wasn't to make the experience pleasurable. Sure, it was vexing the way she played with me, but I knew there would be a happy ending eventually. Yet I knew by the way Gloria had made her comment, and in Ann's response to it, that there could be an ulterior motive to her self proclaimed hand job fetish… one that I didn't want to experience with either hand.

The other point that came to my mind was… "Who the hell is Jesse?"

Gloria laughed again, and pointed back and forth between herself and Ann. "Jesse was our boyfriend."

"Oh… okay," I said at first. But then, I became confused by the inference of Gloria's statement. It didn't add up. I shook my head and said, "Wait? You said you saw Ann do this for five hours?”

“Actually, it was a lot more, and there was more to it than that.”

“But how could you

see

her, if he was her boyfriend and then he was yours? Or… well, even if it was the other way around, it's the same thing."

Ann looked up at me and said, "Gloria and I… well, she and I were dating Jesse at the same time.

We just didn't know it

at first… and then, we both found out."

Gloria added, "Yeah. I met Ann at her store one day by sheer coincidence. She was waiting on me, and when I opened up my purse and pulled out my wallet to pay, a picture of him dropped on the counter."

"It startled me for a second, and I asked if that was her brother. When she told me it was her boyfriend, and I knew she meant her

current

boyfriend, I lost it."

“Actually, you surprisingly didn't. You calmly asked if I'd meet you for drinks. We ended up meeting up after she got off work, Neil. That's

when I

lost it. Then we had a couple of beers and became pretty quick friends."

Ann looked up at me from between my legs and grinned. "She's glossing over the part where as we became friends, we also hatched the plan."

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Gloria left us because she had guests to attend to. She was going to be working at the party that was being thrown for Ann… and for me. After all, there were a lot of people waiting for us to arrive, and many had been there for about a half-hour. Since Ann literally had her hands full of a very hard, almost angry cock, we were going to be a while longer.

When Gloria slipped through the door, making sure it was locked, I turned to Ann and asked, "Are you going to tell me what that was all about?"

"What… what was all about?" she said as she slowly stroked my cock, her grip firm and tight.

"Well, I get the fact that you wanted to show Gloria my cock… you didn't want her left out. But what's with the whole Jesse thing? You know… the plan… that you said you two hatched?"

Ann smiled and said, "That's a long story, baby. I promise, I'll tell you later tonight. But right now, we need to get to the party, and we're never going to get to that unless I get this to go down. And the best way to do that is for me to make you cum."

"You know… you might as well go and be with your friends, and I'll be out with you in a little bit."

"You don't want to cum for me?" she said, her lips pouting.

"Look, I know you said when we started that you could make me cum in five minutes… but I just came not that long ago babe. I'm thinking it's going to be closer to the five hours you were kidding about."

"Well, first of all… I wasn't kidding. It was more than five hours… a lot more. But we'll talk about that later, okay?"

I nodded, speechless as I realized for sure that she had been serious. In all honesty, I already knew that, but somehow I tried to make myself think that she could never be that… well, evil and vindictive. Then again, I didn't know any of the circumstances. I had to believe that she would have had to have a good reason for what she'd done. And based on the limited knowledge I had of the situation, I knew I had to give her, and Gloria, the benefit of the doubt until I heard the rest of the story.

But that didn't matter. Not as soon as she said, "Secondly, you need to have a little more faith in me. You're

going

to cum; you're going to cum

a lot

... and you're going to cum

when I want

you to cum."

The look of determination on her face was a little startling. But the smile she was flashing warmed my heart. She stopped stroking my cock and stood. Walking over to the wall near the door, she turned a dial that was next to the light switch, which turned up the volume on the piped-in music that was playing throughout the restaurant. I found it interesting she knew where the knob was, but I pushed that aside once I recognized the song that was playing.

It was

Hungry Like the Wolf

by Duran Duran, and I smiled at the coincidence. My mind quickly flashed to Patrick Nagel posters in Missy's office from a few hours before, and the British band's

Rio

album cover art by the same artist. Ann, however, seemed to be thinking of the iconic video for the song, and she began moving seductively to the music. She danced, very provocatively. She was gliding elegantly across the floor, letting the music flow through her body, guiding her movements. It was like she had become a part of the actual song. She was both graceful and erotic… dancing exactly like a stripper would at a strip club. And I knew that from experience.

We'd had to endure watching two male dancers perform at her bachelorette party, and she had described how she felt the artform was much more suited to women. In fact, she went so far as to say that if I was to ever make her watch a stripper again, it had to be at a strip club, and it had to be a woman doing the stripping. I wasn't sure what to do with that information, but I had certainly filed it away.

She knew what she was doing, and she knew how to do it. I watched her move catlike, slowly and sensually; she looked like she'd just strutted off the canvas of one of those prints I'd admired on Missy's wall; one of Nagel's girls having come to life. She was strong and confident. She was independent and sexy. She was making me harder by the second as she twisted and turned across the floor, each move perfectly timed to the bear of the music like she'd practiced it.

It didn't surprise me that she was a natural at moving the way she was. Athletic background notwithstanding, she had also been the best dancer on the high school dance team. It really wasn't even close between her and the other nineteen girls on the squad at the time. Ten years later, she was at an entirely new level. I couldn't help but wonder if she had ever actually worked as an exotic dancer before. Or maybe I was fantasizing. Regardless, I was convinced that had there been a pole of some kind in the room, she not only would have been using it, she would have been an expert on it.