Way back in time, there was a mix-up in posting. Thus, this was the missing chapter. It would be too difficult to make the sequence right even through the rewriting/editing of this saga. Plus, it's part of the history of it. I'm still grateful to the anonymous reader that alerted me that something felt off.
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I had to pull my shorts up just to drive. I didn't bother zipping or buttoning them once I got them past my hips. Starting the engine, I backed out quietly, waiting to turn on my lights until I had cleared the Franklin residence.
It was a short trip home, but one filled with questions and concerns. I actually got very nervous. A couple of hours before I had stood staring at my reflection in the bathroom mirror of a bar, wondering if the feelings eating away at my gut were caused by love. But all I could think about as I drove home was that somehow I'd just lost Ann, and I didn't know why.
That thought itself was weird. She lived in California, for fuck's sake. She was going to be leaving in five days to go back to her life, and I'd be in Indiana, rebuilding mine. How could you lose something, or in this case, someone, that you never had to begin with? That thought didn't help ease the queasiness I was feeling as I pulled into my parent's driveway.
Why did she run off like she did, without letting me even say goodnight? She had seemed so excited when I kissed her as she held a mouthful of my cum; did she suddenly have second thoughts about that? Maybe
I had
crossed some line with her I was unaware of. Yet, she did say she'd call me, and that she couldn't wait for us to get together the next night. Was that true, or was she just trying to say something to help make a clean escape?
I would have felt better if Ann had turned at the door and waved. Or smiled. Maybe if she had just turned to look back at me. But she was so focused on getting inside as fast as she could, she practically burst through the front door and shut it quickly behind her. Why would she do that?
As I got myself together, shorts wise, I took her panties off the seat and looked at them. No longer concerned with the image of being in control, I lifted them to my nose and inhaled. The sweet scent of her sex was so prevalent on them. Just like her perfume had imprinted itself on my brain, the bouquet of Ann's natural fragrance set me on fire. She had obviously had a huge orgasm while wearing them to leave such a strong aroma behind. If I had helped cause that in any way, why did she bolt? And why take my boxers with her?
When I walked into the house and opened the door, a fear washed over me. I was at my parents' house. Ann was staying with hers. Did one of them peek out of the window and see us? She had gotten into an argument with her mom before I picked her up. What if she had waited up for her, and was keeping tabs on us?
I quietly made my way to my room, and was in bed shortly after. But it didn't matter. As tired as I was, I had a lot of trouble going to sleep. And this time, whacking off wasn't going to help. I stared at the ceiling, my chest feeling tight; my breathing short and erratic. In my mind, I could feel the walls closing in.
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It was, in reality, a sleepless night. I got some, but not what I needed. My mind seemed to race as I rattled it, looking for answers to questions that I didn't want to even think about, let alone ask Ann. In the shower, I woke up a little and went about admonishing myself for getting so worked up about a girl that I had no future with. I had spent the entire weekend using Dawn, literally, to get over my self-imposed morose. I was able to walk away from her with fond memories, but no feelings of angst that I experienced through the night. As depressed as I felt at that moment, there was no fucking way I was going to slip back to the way I was. That would be a huge disservice to what Dawn and I shared.
I stayed in the shower longer than usual, knowing I'd have to scramble out of the house to keep from being late. It was a calculated move on my part to avoid having to talk to my mother. She knew all too well I had to be to work on time. On the rare occasion that I ran late, she just said hi and told me to have a good day.
Being right, I skipped out of the house and was on my way to work. I looked to my right, and saw Ann's panties sitting on the seat. I couldn't help myself and picked them up again. The scent brought her back to me, and I licked my lips thinking about what it would be like to drink from the source that provided that wonderful aroma. Thinking happier thoughts, I actually found a way to walk into the plant in a good mood.
I threw myself into the pile of paperwork that awaited me, and made it through the morning break without getting tripped up by any random thoughts of Ann. I had had two cups of very strong coffee, and that helped make up for the lack of sleep I had gotten. It had been a very productive morning, and I was already back on top of the mound of crap that had covered my desk. I was actually pretty happy about it, especially since I was disappointed in my performance the day before.
"Good Morning, Neil Thomas," I said, picking up the phone on the second ring.
"Good Morning, Ann Franklin," came the singsong reply on the other end.
My heart started beating a hundred miles an hour, and my mouth went dry. I couldn't think of anything to say, which created an awkward silence that seemed to drag on forever.
"Neil?"
I took a quick swig of my coffee just to wet my mouth, and said, "Yeah." But I wasn't successful in hiding the fear of rejection in my voice.
"What's wrong, baby?"
That was the first positive sign I had since I sailed myself into the cesspool of self-doubt and pity the night before. Just her calling me 'baby' brought a smile to my face.
"Nothing, why?"
She confronted me head on, saying, "Don't lie to me, Neil. I know something is bothering you. What is it?"
"Really, Ann. It's nothing?"
"Neil, you of all people should know that relationships between people that care about each other will only work if they communicate. Now what's the matter? I must have done something."
She was right, although I was tripping on the 'relationship' word. Every time she used it, it made me want to scratch my head. Instead of dwelling on that technicality, I decided to forge ahead. So what if our relationship was going to last less than a week; the ground rules should be the same. Throwing caution out the window, I answered her question.
"I got upset about last night."
"Last night. Why? I had a wonderful time."
"That's what I thought too. But the way you bolted out of the car, I thought I'd done something..."
"Oh God, Neil! I'm so sorry. I never thought about you, and how you must have felt. That must have seemed so rude."
"What the hell was it all about? Did somebody see us; your mom? Or did you just freak and run?"
"Neither, baby. It wasn't what you think at all."
"Well, you're going to have to narrow it down a little more than that. I've had dozens and dozens of ridiculous reasons pop into my brain since last night, and right now, I'm working on, like, no sleep."
"Oh Neil! I am so, so sorry!"
"Why? What happened?"
"I was about to lose control of myself. When you kissed me, afterwards; that was such a rush. And you were still kind of hard, and I knew I could keep you that way if I wanted to. I was so worked up that if I had stayed, or even looked at you for another minute, I would have fucked you right there in the car. And I just couldn't do that. It was a big enough risk doing what we did."
"So you ran away from me because you didn't want to fuck me?"
"NO! I ran away
because I did
want to fuck you. By the way, it's all your fault that you're up by one again."
"What do you mean?" I said with a laugh, finally starting to relax.
"I was in complete control until you told me you wanted to see your cum in my mouth. And I got up to let you because I think it's so hot to do that for a guy, like I'm showing off the reward I got for being a great little cocksucker. But you had to go and be a sexy bastard and kiss me with my mouth full of cum. I can't tell you how wet that made me, Neil. I couldn't handle it. I masturbated as soon as I got to my room last night just thinking about it. I didn't even get undressed. I hopped on the bed, moved my panties to the side, and I was cumming in less than a minute."
"I'm sorry I did that to you, babe."
"Don't be. I still can't believe you kissed me like you did, though. And I'm still sorry for making you worry. I promise, I will never hurt you, Neil."
I listened to her voice, and she was sincere. I believed her, even without being able to see her eyes.
"I know you wouldn't, Ann. I shouldn't have overreacted. I was just surprised, I guess."
"Well, I won't ever do that again. Okay?"
"Which? Suck me off in a car, or kiss me with a mouthful of my cum?"
"That's better. Now you're talking like my Neil again."
