Tymon Taes Anna

I pondered as I drove there, what if things had gone wrong and I had misread it, was I about to find that Anna was going to somehow ambush me there? The thought of a couple of police officers wandering into the swanky espresso café seemed sort of hilarious. And a couple of them and Anna? I could talk my way out of that, I was pretty sure. Though there might be a lot of paperwork I'd have to convince them to clean up. Still, that seemed like the sort of thing where if three unfriendly people suddenly became three very friendly and accommodating people then they could most likely clean up whatever mess they had started making. Zoltan had made that happen back in the day, I told myself I wasn't going to worry about it, and mostly I didn't.

I was there a couple minutes early and parked; her car wasn't in the parking lot but it was full of an assortment of Teslas. Audis, Volvos, and other high end cars, with fewer BMWs than I would have expected. I got an Americano and a lemon scone and sat. Her car pulled in outside and she set the parking brake and bustled in, coat over one arm and purse over the other. I watched her cross the parking lot and climb the stairs and head straight to the barista. And yeah, I was curious and trying to be prudent, so I peeked. It wasn't quite as easy as it was with Tullie, but I'd gotten very used to peeking in Tullie's head, and Anna was still new. But her thoughts were a jumble of "well his car's here" and "oh my god we're actually going to do this" and "I so need coffee" and "come on Anna don't back down now". It seemed ok.

I wasn't quite in the same seat as before but the moment she left the barista she spotted me, and I didn't need the gift to know that she didn't have it in for me: her eyes lit up like a child's on Christmas morning and her smile beamed across the room. I gave her a big grin and waved. And kept peeking between her ears anyway. It was a bit of a jumble in here, really, with all the immaculately-dressed people busily caffeinating and gossiping, but I could make her out well enough: "God he looks good."

She got the same vanilla latte, weaved her way across the room, and sat across the table from me, leaning in. She put her hand on my hand and held it tightly. "Tymon." Her smile was enormous.

"I thought you'd appreciate this," I said, and handed her the plush Energizer Bunny.

She laughed, perhaps louder than she should have but the café was abuzz with other people, and no one seemed to notice. Her thoughts rattled through "mischievous" and "that's so cute" and "I didn't know they actually made these" and "does this one vibrate too", and she almost said that last one before realizing she might be overheard. So she settled for "Oh, that's adorable" and squeezed it gently.

I took a bite of my lemon scone and gave her a bite too. She took it without any prompting.

"Did you want to enjoy our coffee here or someplace more private?" I asked.

"Oh yes, let's go." She rose, arms full of rabbit and coffee and coat and purse. I took her coffee, winked, and headed out the same back entrance as before. She followed, watching my butt, and fitting the plush bunny into her purse. When we got to the back door I turned and she raised her head as if to meet my lips, but I just held the door open and said "After you" and she stepped on out, thinking that yes I suppose lots of potentially curious eyes around.

I opened the passenger door for her like a gentleman, handed her back her coffee once she sat and stored her purse at her feet, closed the door and went around to my side of the car, scarfing down the rest of my lemon scone on the way. She'd set her coffee into a cup holder; I climbed in, did the same, and started the car. I looked over at her, took her hand and kissed it. She gazed at me. I pulled her in and kissed her properly; the tinted windows could keep our privacy from anything except someone with their nose to the glass. She kissed back passionately. This didn't end quickly. But after a couple of minutes of kissing, I pulled back and said, "We should be on our way."

I pulled out into the parking lot and signaled for a turn onto the street. "Your house again, or did you want to come by mine?"

"Mine please, Tullie's at yours, right?"

"She is. But I'm sure she'd join us."

"Uh. Not this time." She paused. "Did you tell her?"

"Yes. Did you tell Jeff?"

"Of course not!" She laughed, nervously.

I raised my coffee cup to her. "Cheers. To another wonderful day."

She raised hers. "Cheers. And to us."

I grinned. "And to Kim."

She took a huge gulp of coffee. "And to Kim." She took another. "Tymon this is going to sound weird. Was that real? It almost seems like a dream."

I took her free hand and put it in my lap. "Feel real to you?"

She squeezed my cock through my slacks and I twitched it at her and she smiled. "Yes."

I peeked. She was still half convinced she was dreaming, and she was still also thinking about our high school friend Kim. I changed lanes, signaled for a left turn, and headed off course.

"Where are we going?"

"Let's go pay our respects to Kim."

The graveyard wasn't far. The place was immaculate, neatly mowed lawn, mausoleums and obelisks and crosses and conventional gravestones depending on which way you looked. We pulled up at the end of one of the little roadways and walked across the grass to the site, holding our coffees.

The view was nice. You could see the water sparkling in the sun, and the hills in all directions, and the trees both above and below the graveyard. It was quiet, it was peaceful, there was no one around but Anna and myself. We wore our jackets in case it was breezy but so far it wasn't. I took her hand as we walked. She held it tight.

The plot of land was sizable and had only the one headstone thus far. I suspect it is intended to be a family plot of land, but Kim was the only one who'd left us. When Matt bought it he was probably planning to be buried alongside her. I wondered if he'd bury his second wife here too and smirked. Anna didn't notice, she was looking at the headstone and then out over the water and slowly sipping at her vanilla latte.

The headstone was simple, just her married name, years of birth and death separated by a dash, and below that "Beloved Wife and Mother" in some serif font that I knew I should remember but my area of expertise never extended to typography.

"It's definitely his memorial to her," she was thinking.

I put my arm around her from behind. "No maiden name," I said out loud. "No Dr. or PhD on the tombstone either."

Anna took another sip. "Maybe a line from one of her poems would have been nice at least. Something to remember who she was."

"I liked the ones you recited at her service."

Anna sipped again and looked at the headstone, her eyes bright. She cleared her throat. "It was hard to choose."

"So many good choices. She was a really talented writer."

"I think the best were her writings about childhood with her family."

I hugged her with the arm I had around her. "It might sound like an artist stereotype but I think her best work was when she was dying."

She finished her latte. "So many good choices."

I finished my americano in several long gulps. "I miss her. Thank you for being here with me to celebrate her."

She nestled her head in against my shoulder. "I miss her too." Her eyes were bright, tears brimming within but they hadn't spilled forth yet, she was keeping that much control.

You could see the wind blowing, down on the water, and in the trees, but the air was still here. I slipped my cup into my jacket pocket, wanting a free hand but not wanting to litter here, and determined to keep my arm around her. Then I lifted her chin with my fingertip, and kissed her, first gently and then deeply. She smiled and gazed into my eyes.

I had a free hand so I reached inside her jacket and cupped her breast. "So, do you want to memorialize her right here?"

"Here!?" she said.

"It'll be hot."

"People will see us!"

I made a show of looking from side to side. "There's no one here to see us. Unless she's here watching. And then she won't have far to go for reincarnation." I squeezed her breast. "Ooh, I know something neither of us has ever done. I'll bend you over her tombstone."

"Tymon, no, not here. Let's go back home, you can take me there, but this place is hers."

I kissed her again. "I'm going to fuck you here. It doesn't have to be right now if you want. But I figure it's sort like getting her blessing."

She looked intently into my eyes. And took a few seconds before answering. "Not now."

I smiled and kissed her gently on the forehead. "OK, well, I said you got to choose. Let's take you back to your marriage bed instead, if we're not doing this kink we'll do another."

She smiled and batted her eyes and wriggled her nose at me and made a wry face. She was thinking about the gravesite and how the memorial had sort of ignored Kim's agency. "I mean, yes. But. Don't I get a choice in this?"

"You did, I gave you one and you made it." I kissed her on the nose and then looked deep into her eyes. "If I wanted to take you here, now, instead? I would. You're mine."

Anna was shivering as if the weather had turned cold, but it hadn't. She took a long slow breath and leaned forward and kissed me gently, I kissed her back more forcefully and our tongues dueled for nearly three minutes before I broke the kiss and she gazed longingly into my eyes. "I guess we did find that I do have a kink after all," she said quietly.

"You've got a few," I said. "But that's a good one."

"It's a good match with you," she said.

"Yes, you are," I said.

I took Anna's empty coffee cup out of her hand and led her back to the car, opened the passenger door and helped her out of her jacket so she could sit back into the passenger seat. I took off my jacket also, after removing that coffee cup also, and tossed the jackets in the back seat and the cups in the trash bag in my car as there weren't any trash cans visible around the cemetery yard.

Then I sat into the driver's seat, kissed her, and started the car.

"I have so many questions," she said, as the car rumbled into motion, gliding slowly along through the cemetery back to the main gate.

"Pick your most important one and ask it, the others will have to wait."

She sat for a minute thinking about that. I got to the main gate, signaled, and turned out onto the street. "Nothing coming to mind? Would you rather wait and ask them later?" I asked. I didn't need to peek to know that her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and questions, but I did peek anyway because I was curious about her thought process.

"No just hard to choose, one second," she replied.

Peeking between her ears was getting a little easier though it might be because we weren't in a crowded coffee shop, it was an interesting whirlwind. The best one was "Are you the son of Zeus or something?" which came in with this interesting stream of consciousness like "he's so virile and he's so hung and he's really strong and there was that weird reference to Greek ancestry and oh my god get a hold of yourself Anna none of this supernatural nonsense".

From what I remembered of Greek legend pretty much every third person seemed to be the son of Zeus, so I filed that response away in case she chose that one to ask, although "pretty sure Mom never fucked a swan" was a close second.

It was distracting to listen to her brain run a mile a minute and I didn't want to be distracted while driving, though the road was currently clear of other cars except for mine. But she didn't take long.

"It's hard to choose one. But ok. I haven't ever done this sort of thing before and I guess you have and not just with Kim but," she paused and collected her thoughts, "uh, how do you want this to work?"

"Between you and me?"

"Yes. And Jeff and my kids and Tullie and your kids and I guess Kim's kids and then our kids if we get there..."

"You mean once we get there."

"Right, once we get there, and also I guess this is going to be a long term thing and not just once for fun and does that change things and how do we keep it quiet or do we need to talk Jeff into it because I guess Tullie's into it and I know I said I'd tell him it was his but we can't have Ancestry.com tell him different and oh my god everything, everything. How do we make this work?"

"How many shots of espresso were in that latte?"

"Three! And I know I'm babbling. But you know what you're doing and you're not freaking out and I've known you forever and you always have a plan and, and, and tell me what to do."

"I will tell you what to do. And I will explain. And I'll answer a lot of other questions too, later."

She sighed. "Thank you."

"And I'll tell you about Kim too."

"Thank you for that too."

"For a start, take off your shirt."

"I thought that was coming." She unbuttoned it and slid it off; it crumpled onto the floor. "Actually, I kind of thought it was coming earlier."

I glanced over at her, and her bra was a beautiful black lace pushup Victoria's Secret number or maybe some fancier version of the same sort of thing from some fancier lingerie shop. "That looks great on you. You're going to have to model it for me later. I liked the fashion show, let's do another one of those. But for now..."

"I know," she said, "take it off, and if you're taking it as a trophy it's yours, and I'll come suck your cock and I've been dreaming about it and I can't believe it but it's true and I will and I really want to but..."

"But while you are, yes, I'll answer you. Maybe we'll take the long way back to your place. This explanation might take a while."

She unclipped the bra and slid it off. She set it atop her purse, put the shirt there as well, and slid with her head in my lap. She pillowed her head against my leg, unfastened the belt, and pulled it open. She unbuttoned my slacks, then gradually unzipped the zipper and reached inside. "Commando this time," she said. I shifted my hips back and forth so she could slide my slacks down and she pushed them as far as my knees and started licking at the head of my cock. "It's real," she murmured.

I pulled off to the side of the road before rejoining the main thoroughfare, wriggled out of my shoes and slacks, and set them aside. I resumed driving in my socks and in Anna's mouth, my hand pumping her head up and down while she swallowed my cock as I set back on the road.

"OK, I think you sort of fit about twenty questions into your one question. But let me see if I can't convey it. Let's start with the easy stuff. This was always a long term thing. You and I have been friends for a long time. So when you needed my help I was glad to help you. If things got fixed at home and you decided you didn't need this any more -- well, I think we both know that even if you and Jeff fix everything tomorrow you still need this."

"You and I are going to continue to be public friends and also secret lovers. Tullie knows of course, but since Jeff doesn't and I imagine you don't want your kids to know, we're going to keep it secret. That goes for my kids too. Also Kim's kids. You're already their friend and surrogate mom figure, they don't need to know that you're about to bear their half-siblings or that I'm anything but one of their mom's old friends. As long as Jeff's a good dad he can be a good dad to the new ones as well. You can tell them they're his and I won't tell him otherwise.

"Unless, did you want to tell him?"

"Mmmm nnnn" she said. I peeked. This would really be a better idea if I wasn't driving, but the road was largely clear of cars and Anna was getting easier to peek at as I got familiar -- it took me years to get this good with Tullie, I thought to myself, either I really click with Anna or I'm getting better with the gift. Anyway no she did not want him to be informed, or rather "you know damn well I don't want to tell him".

"OK, then he can think they're his and only you and I need to know different, and he can think he's the only one fucking you. Unless did you want to invite him to open up the marriage?"

Same "Mmmm nnnn" noise and what she meant was "God that would only make it worse".

"OK. But you do need to come play with Tullie and I."

She didn't say anything, just sucked away, but she thought "I'd rather just play with you."

"I'm not sure what to do about the personal gene sequencing front. Other than avoid getting that test. I've thought about it, just no good answers yet."

I think that was basically everything she asked. "Does that work for you?"

"Mmmm hmmm!"

I let her slowly tease out my orgasm until I was close, then took hold of her hair and more aggressively pumped her head up and down.

"Mmmmmmmm" she said excitedly, as my breathing grew shallow.

"Ohhh that's so good," I said, as my pleasure climbed over the edge and I started spurting into her mouth. She took my first few squirts deep in her throat, but then pulled her head back and got the remaining few in her mouth, with loud purrs of pleasure and much licking and sucking to get every last drop out.

"I like that you can go ahead and again," she said, turning about in the seat and lying her head in my lap to grin up at me.

"Well how about that, I like it too."

She turned her head and kissed my cock. "There are a lot of things to like about you. This one might be my new favorite though."

I ruffled her hair. "A good choice, you're going to be spending a lot of time with him."

She grinned. "Promise?"

"Of course. Let's get his friend out to play too."

She looked quizzical so I clarified. "Take off the rest of your clothes so I can play with your pussy for the rest of the drive."

She gave a second glance as if to assess how thoroughly the windows were tinted, but decided she was already topless and didn't object. The car wasn't small, but neither is Anna, and it took some shimmying before she managed to slip out of her slacks and panties. Her shoes lay on the floor, and she reclined herself back across the seat and into my lap again.

"Socks too?" she asked.

I began teasing her pussy lips and tickling her clit gently. "Definitely socks too." She was wet with excitement, I made a point of bringing my finger to my mouth and licking it before going back to teasing her. "Mmmm, so tasty."

She squirmed about and removed her socks, taking care not to get in the way of my ministrations to her eager pussy. "I painted my fingernails and toenails for you." They were a lovely shade of forest green.

"Oh that's adorable. I'm going to paint your tonsils and your womb for you."

"Several coats I hope."

"Definitely. Get working on your next one." I pushed her mouth towards my cock and she got to work while I resumed stroking her. After a couple minutes of that, trying to lean over her shoulder and suck me, she twisted about and repositioned herself, kneeling on all fours so that I could still reach her clit but so that she could bob up and down on my cock without having to twist her neck around to do so.

"Drive carefully?" she requested. She was, after all, unbelted and naked and perched in the front seat of my car, her cute butt pointed towards the passenger window but still close enough that I could finger her without having to bend over too far.

"Will do. Planning to do a lot of driving today, gotta keep you in prime operating condition."

Her blonde hair fell into a bit of a mop as her head bobbed up and down my shaft. I wasn't able to open my legs too widely, but enough that she was able to play with my balls at least a little bit, her arm cradled under the steering wheel. It felt nice and it was good for novelty points, at least, even if other positions would definitely work better.

Driving along like this wasn't ideal for teasing her either, but she seemed awfully juicy and she did squeak along nicely to the rhythm of my clit-rubbing, so it seemed like it must have been feeling pretty good.