For the first time in days, we weren't driving down an interstate. Ann and I were finally 'back home again in Indiana', not that we were thinking about the song by the same name. But we were just happy to be that much closer to home, and our last night alone together. It was Saturday, and we'd be spending the night in a town close to the one I lived in. Actually, it was now going to be the town WE were going to live in, now that Ann was moving back home. But home for her would be her parent's house. And home for me, would be with my folks.
While we were looking forward to not having to drive 10 to 12 hours every day, the thought of sleeping in separate beds, in separate houses, wasn't appealing at all. In fact, it pretty much sucked. So, thanks to Tina, Ann and I were going to spend one last night in each other's arms before we let that happen.
We'd gotten off I-80 while we were still in Illinois, heading south along the state border for about a half hour or so. From there, we took a road heading east to cross over into our home state. It was going to take us just a little longer to get to our final destination by going that way, but it allowed us some uninterrupted time along a much less traveled road than what we would have encountered if we'd stayed on the Interstate. With the amount of traffic on I-80 between Indiana and Illinois, it would have been too dangerous to do anything there.
The 'anything' we wanted to do was to take more pictures of Ann, standing next to the welcome signs from both of the states. I decided to take us to a more secluded road along the state line, and Ann had once again posed naked, showing her beauty and grace, as well as her incredible sexuality. She had a way of staring into the camera that showed not only her excitement, but also her vulnerability. Ann looked so hot and alluring as she played around for me while I took the pictures, yet at the same time she seemed so innocent. Ann was a paradox, showing so many different sides of her sexuality that it sometimes seemed too hard to believe.
But that erotic scene was well into our rear view mirror now. We were traveling down US-30, and we were less than two hours from where we'd be staying the night. Of course, Ann didn't know that. She thought we were going all the way home, and I never told her differently. It was going to be my final surprise of the trip, and I had a feeling it would be a really good one. And I had that feeling because Tina had alluded to it in a note she'd had typed on the hotel bill from our stay in Omaha.
And yet, while I was looking forward to whatever lied ahead for our overnight stay, and I had been excited by what we'd done during our little respite to take pictures, it was what happened before we'd stopped that had me smiling. Ann had actually told me about what had gotten her so turned on while I'd slept though Iowa. And I couldn't get that conversation out of my head.
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"You and Connie were naked in the cornfields?" I said, pretty much repeating what Ann had just said.
Connie was a friend of mine. Well, she was a friend of ours, since Ann and I had both gone to High School with her. Ann was attempting to recount something that had happened between them during that time...and whatever that was had come to Ann's mind as she drove us through the flat, crop-covered farmlands of Iowa.
I had been exhausted from the day before, having driven the entire trip, which was followed by my exerting a lot of additional energy during our evening fun. Ann had said she wanted to make that up to me by volunteering to drive to start the day, and I took advantage of that by napping. That left Ann to battle the monotony of the long, boring highway alone, and she did so by daydreaming.
Whatever thoughts Ann's mind wandered to, they turned her on to the point that she reached behind my seat and pulled out one of her many fat dildos. When I woke up, I noticed she was using it...and she'd been using if for quite a while. Three hours and three orgasms worth, according to what she'd told me; the wet cloth of the seat underneath her bare ass offering proof to back up that statement.
We ended up fucking in a cornfield, and as we did, Ann let it slip that she had always wanted to do that. Later on, when I questioned what she really meant by that, Ann started to tell me about something she and Connie had done. But before she had the chance, we'd gotten lost on a tangent. Ann found out that Connie and I had gone out a couple of times, and I'd told her that Connie was gay, which was a revelation to Ann. It didn't bother Ann that Connie was a lesbian, but it did make her wonder about how that changed her view on what had happened between them all those years ago.
Ann smiled as I went redundant with her sentence. "Yes, Neil...we were naked in the cornfields."
'What...you just stripped off your clothes and went running down the rows?"
"No...let me try to explain, okay?"
"I'm sorry...go ahead."
"Like I said, we were friends. We were both on the dance team, and we played volleyball together...and we got close our junior year. And as you well know, that's when you moved to town...Connie and I used to talk about you a lot."
"You did?"
"Well, I told you I kind of had that crush on you. And that started almost the day you arrived, and she's the only one I confided in."
"Okay...so what happened in the cornfield?"
"Well...that summer, I used to go out to Connie's house all the time. It was like my one escape away from town. She lived out in the country, five miles out, and her brothers had already moved away. Her Dad worked on the farm...so he was always busy and he was never around. And her Mom's a nurse, so she was always working really odd hours all the time at County Hospital. So on the days I wasn't watching Matt and Maria, I'd go out to Connie's, because I didn't want to be home alone, or argue with my Mom is SHE was home."
"So, you two were alone."
"Yeah...I'd go out there just to hang out. We'd watch Soap Operas, and 'The Price is Right', and we'd talk about our friends. And I'd talk about how cute you were, and how you made me wet. And again, that was BEFORE I danced for you when you kept stats for the basketball team. It was the summer between our junior and senior years...you'd only been in town about 6 months, but I talked about you every day."
"Wow, Ann...I really don't know what to say."
"Don't say anything. I'm just telling you so you understand what was going on in my mind back then...and today."
"Okay...so, now I'm REALLY intrigued."
"Good! So, anyway...Connie had a pool, above ground."
"I remember," I nodded.
"Right...but my Mom...well, I wasn't allowed to have a two piece bathing suit. So I had this ugly one piece thing. Connie had a couple of two piece suits, and she would have let me borrow one, but we're not the same size. So we ended up going to Fort Wayne one day, and I bought a really skimpy one. But then I wouldn't wear it."
"Why not?"
"The town. I knew there were no secrets in that town. So, in my head, I was convinced that somehow, it was going to get back to my Mom that I was wearing a bikini. Like Connie's parents would see me and rat me out."
"That's nuts, Ann. Why would they do that?"
"I know that now. But I was a sexually repressed seventeen year old, Neil. And I was paranoid. Buying that suit was like...the naughtiest thing I'd ever done to that point. I felt guilty just owning the damn thing. But I wanted to wear it so bad. I wanted to tan."
"What?"
