Passion in James County XVI
When Ann awakened the next morning she looked over, saw Martin lying next to her, sound asleep, snoring softly, and smiled as she remembered what had taken place between them the night before. She carefully pulled down the covers, exposing his body to the morning sunlight.
Moving gently so she wouldn't awaken Martin, Ann got to her knees, bent over his middle, and carefully took his limp penis in her mouth. It felt funny at first because it was so soft and floppy, but that condition didn't last long. As her mouth worked on the limp shaft, it swelled and grew, and began filling her mouth. Soon the fleshy rod stood proudly, gleaming with wetness. As she moved her head up and down over the swollen shaft, she felt a hand slide lightly over her bare back.
"Good...morning, Ann," Martin whispered.
Ann would have answered him, but her parents had taught her never to talk with her mouth full, and right then it was full of Martin's throbbing, swollen javelin. She loved the effect she was having on him, loved knowing she had the ability to excite a man, and even more, she loved the fact that she was making love to a man she loved and who loved her. As she worked on Martin's cock, she discovered that what she was doing to him was arousing her almost as much as it appeared to be arousing him.
As she knelt next to Martin, her head moving up and down on his swollen rod, he reached under her and fondled one of her breasts. He began rolling the hardening nipple back and forth between his thumb and finger and pulling on it gently. Intense delight rocked her as he touched her.
She stopped sucking Martin and moved so she was sitting astride his legs. Then she slid up, grasped his hard-on, and moved it between her moist labia. It was kind of like using a living dildo, and she loved it.
"My God, Ann!" Martin breathed, "You have the most wonderful way of waking a guy up I could think of!"
"If you think that was great, what do you think of this?" Ann asked. She raised her hips, centered him on her moist opening, then she slowly lowered herself onto his massive spear.
"Ahh!" Unison groans of joy came from them as their super-sensitive organs joined.
Martin clutched Ann's breasts and began to tease both nipples, sending pin pricks of delight shooting deep into her body.
"My God, Ann! You're incredible!" he said when she began to rock her hips.
Ann loved moving on him like this. It made his erection whip around inside her, lashing her insides into a frenzy of fabulous sensation.
"Ah! Ahh! Ahhh!" Martin groaned. His whole body shook. He slid his hands down, clutched her buttocks, and drove himself into her powerfully; then he came, spewing his hot, creamy sauce up into her.
"Whaa?!" Ann cried when she felt her own orgasm blossoming, "My God! My God! Oh, Martin! Oh, Martin! Yes! Yes! Oh, God! Yes!"
The eruption of her orgasm took Ann by surprise. She'd been so intent on pleasuring Martin, she hadn't realized how turned on she was, and her release was stunning, unexpected, and wonderful.
When, at last, it was over, Ann lay forward on Martin and kissed him.
"That was beautiful!" he whispered in her ear. "Ann Wallin, I love you!"
"Mmm!" Ann replied, hugging him. "I love you, too, Martin Flannigan."
Later, they disentangled themselves, showered, and got dressed. Ann was surprised to find that Martin had breakfast ready when she walked into her kitchen.
"What are your plans for today?" he asked as they sat at the table eating.
"I don't know," Ann said. "I suppose I should check at the store and see if I still have a job. And I want to stop by the hospital and see Lonnie, too." She looked across the table at Martin. "Does...does it bother you...my wanting to see him?"
"Should it?" he asked. A tiny kernel of jealousy still remained in his mind.
Ann shook her head. "I love you, Martin," she said. "Although that's probably going to take a little getting used to. I'm not used to this, and it may take a while to..."
"You don't have to explain," he said, "I understand."
"But Lonnie," Ann said softly. She could see from the look on Martin's face that talking about the young man bothered him. "You have to understand," she said, "Lonnie...he...he was a friend to me when nobody else would be one. And being my friend did have a pretty high price."
"Ann, what happened to him wasn't your fault," Martin said. "Mark Lewis is responsible for what happened to Lonnie, not you."
"I know, but...well I feel ashamed of what I allowed to happen between Lonnie and me," Ann said. "I-I knew from the beginning that...that I didn't love him. It bothers me that I-I was just using him the way...the way I-I'd been used, you know?"
Martin reached across the table and took her hand. "I know," he said.
"I guess I feel as if I owe him some sort of explanation, anyhow," Ann continued. "I have to tell him that...that I'm sorry, and that...that...about us."
"You want me to drive you to the hospital?" Martin asked.
"Do you want to?" Ann asked.
"I don't want to let you out of my sight," Martin said. "Ever."
Ann felt herself blushing. "That could make it hard for us to work," she said.
"Maybe I'll retire again," Martin said. "My retirement income is enough so you wouldn't have to work, either."
"Martin, that's sweet," Ann said, "but I know how much you love your job, and you're good at it. I'm not sure I want to be a clerk in a department store for the rest of my life, but I think I'd like to be a productive member of society. Do you understand?"
Martin nodded. "I-I guess I was just being silly," he said softly. "It's been a long time since I've had to deal with having a woman in my life." He smiled. "I think I'm going to have a great time learning, thought. What time do you want to get going? I need to go home and get changed before we go anywhere."
"Why don't you go do that, then," Ann said. "We can leave whenever you're ready. I think I'd like to stop at the store first, then go to the hospital."
"Your wish is my command," Martin said, grinning.
A half-hour later, Martin pulled up in front of the store where Ann worked. When the car stopped, he turned and smiled at her. "How do you feel about going in after all that's happened?" he asked. There had been considerable press coverage of the case, so it was unlikely there was anyone in the store who didn't know what happened to Mark Lewis, or why.
"I'm terrified," Ann said. "I have no idea what people are going to say, or how they're going to act."
"You want me to come in?" Martin asked.
Ann shook her head. "I guess this is something I have to do on my own," she said.
Martin smiled. "Well, if anyone gives you too much crap," he said, "come out and get me, and come in and I'll whup 'em for you."
Ann smiled reached over, and laid her hand on his arm. "You are an incredibly sweet man, do you know that?"
Martin turned bright red.
Ann got out of the car and went in the store. Martin moved his car to a parking spot where he could watch the door, and sat there, waiting.
When Ann came out of the store about an hour later, wearing a somewhat dazed look. Martin started the car and drove to the front of the store to pick her up. "What's up?" he asked after she slid into the car and shut the door.
"The district manager he...he..." Ann stammered, shaking her head.
"He what?" Martin asked. He started across the store parking lot, headed for the hospital.
"He...he said they want me...want me to...to take...to take..." Ann continued.
"Honey, what are you trying to say?" Martin asked. "Do they want you to take time off, is that it?"
Ann shook her head. "No...not that..." she said, "they want me to...to be...to be the...the store manager!"
"Of this store?" Martin asked. "They want you to take Lewis's place?"
Ann nodded.
"That's great, honey," Martin said.
Their next stop was University Medical Center. After Martin parked his car in the lot, he and Ann went inside. They went to the reception desk and learned that Lonnie had been moved out of the Intensive Care Unit to a regular room, then they got in the elevator.
"You want to do this alone, too?" Martin asked Ann as the elevator started rising.
Ann nodded. "Considering what I need to tell Lonnie, I think it might be better if you weren't standing there," she said.
Martin took Lonnie's mother for coffee so the young man and Ann could talk.
Ann walked into Lonnie's room. She saw a smile appear on his face when she did and felt bad. He wouldn't be smiling when she finished telling him what she had to tell him. She walked to his bed, leaned over, and planted a kiss on his cheek, then she sat down in the chair next to his bed. "How are you doing, Lonnie?" she asked.
"I'm feeling a lot better," he said. "Mom said you were here yesterday. She showed me the papers, too. I still can't believe Mr. Lewis did all this to me."
"I know," Ann said, "It's hard for me to believe, too. But he did. I'm really sorry you wound up having all this happen."
"It wasn't your fault Mr. Lewis was crazy," Lonnie said. He reached down and picked up her hand. "I missed you, Ann," he said softly. "A lot."
