by Amber Burns
Yet, just like the past two mornings, I was salivating at the first hint of her scent. All I wanted to do was lift her up into my arms, forcibly wrap those legs around my middle, and have her ride me in our own Vanna-scented bubble.
“Amos?” she giggled this time. I shook my head, over-exaggerating the action as I brought myself back to the real world. “What’s the matter with you?”
“You have to ask?” I teased. “Being near you is a danger, woman.”
At the growled words, and my closing of the distance between us, she gasped. I caught Vanna around the waist before she toppled over the vintage table holding Sterling Outfit’s comment book, and then dropped a quick kiss over her forehead before tucking her against my chest.
“Stop making me miss you so damn much,” I growled out to her.
“I-I missed you too?”
Her uncertainty tug an abrupt laugh from me. “Why does that sound like a question? Should I be worried?”
“N-No,” she stammered. “I missed you, but…”
“But?” I was back to growling. My teasing elicited a pinking of her cheeks that then traveled down along her creamy, swan-like column of a throat.
“We saw each other last night,” she stated as a matter of fact. Vanna then peered up at me like it should have been obvious. Her eyes told me the unspoken part: ‘Why miss me? Why me?’
If she had actually asked that question, my answer wouldn’t satisfy her. But to me, it was straightforward.
A couple days ago I had met Vanna’s ass. My dick had gone hard, and I knew I wanted her warming my bed. Here’s the thing though, meeting Vanna wasn’t a coincidence. She’s the one for me. I might not have known it by her ass alone, but I for sure knew it now.
So, we’re now onto the Amos Fuller Family Plan. Now that I had completed step 1, finding Vanna, I was on to step 2, put a ring on it. I was also eager to start in on step 3, which involved filling Vanna’s warmth with my cum, watching her grow with my child, and then living out the rest of ours days and nights together with a family. It was the perfect plan, and now I just had to get Vanna on board with it.
Going back over that unspoken question of ‘Why Me?’ I realized how weird it might be to tell her, ‘I want you because I just do’, but that was my honest answer.
Trying not to miss a beat, I picked up the thread of our conversation, trying to act all normal-like when I felt anything but.
“Yeah, but last night’s last night,” I told her. “I missed you today. I even dreamt about you, woke up from it, and then missed you even more.”
“Really?”
Why did she sound so shocked? If any other girl had pulled that shit, I’d walk away. No looking back… but Vanna’s surprise was genuine.
Okay, this is my fault. I realized. I’ve been holding back, keeping our time together to a lengthy make out session and innocent petting. She doesn’t know how I really feel, what I’ve thought about and planned for us and our future.
“Really, really,” I affirmed in a low, sultry drawl. “Want to know what I dreamt about?” I licked my lips and leaned in closer, my breath warmed her already reddening ear. I didn’t wait for her to respond before I began the recollection of my dream. “You were standing in that display window, wearing some frilly bra and thong. My hands were rubbing over your chest, freeing your breasts and pinching those taught nipples.”
“What about… people walking by?” she piped up with her question, her breath catching halfway through it.
Her interruption had me nearly speechless, and I nearly lost my edge for a second. I had expected her to be hesitant, maybe even embarrassed by what I was telling her. Instead, her face and neck were flushed, and I could tell she was already getting turned on. I was instantly rock hard and had to clench my teeth to mask the groan. I thought I had control of our little game, but Vanna proved me wrong. I knew the difference between her real innocence and the mischievous intent in that comment.
Vanna, you tease.
“People? Oh, they were there. They watched me pull your thong down around your legs. One hand was on your breast while my other hand slipped down your belly, down to plunge one finger in your tight. Wet. Cunt.” I blew the last words into her ear while catching her earlobe with my teeth. My nibbling earned a shudder and long, drawn-out moan.
I imagined, based on her reactions to my dream, that whatever panties my girl had on under that denim skirt were drenched now. I would feel sorry for her, but she upped the game when she showed me her secret playful side. With a grin, and another nibble on her earlobe, I went to continue my story.
“I used two fingers to scissor you open, spreading your lips as your juices covered my hand. I pressed the heel of my hand down, rubbing your clit in slow circles. You were moaning, panting, and begging for me to take you hard and fast, to end the ache of want building inside of you.”
“D-Did you?” she managed to gasp out after I paused to gauge her reaction. Inside the ring of dark brown, Vanna’s irises had dilated. Her lips moved apart, and her tongue darted out to coat her bottom lip as her gaze skittered between my stare and my mouth. I noted how her neck arched with the silent request.
Instead of kissing her senseless, even though I knew we both wanted nothing more, I leaned closer and breathed the rest of the story out, “I pulled you back against my hard-on and you begged again. My hand, slick with your cum, snaked up to pinch your nipples. Then, slowly, I pushed you forward until your ass was right against my dick.” I chuckled when she actually leaned forward in my arms. In reality, her ass was a little lower than the bulge that was stretching my briefs.
“You were rubbing against me,” I continued, “rubbing your now bare pussy against my jeans, trying to get to me. I freed myself, my cock in hand, as I brushed it against your cunt and speared you open. You were fucking tight.”
Vanna’s gasp broke my concentration, and her kiss robbed me of the roll I was on in bringing the fantasy scenario to life. I was left drawing a blank as soon as our lips parted on a juicy pop. I drew her back from me and moved my head up and out of reach of even her tiptoed stance.
She looked like sex.
“Then I was in you,” I finally recovered and could continue, “stretching you slowly until I knew you could take me balls deep. I let you get used to me before I began thrusting hard and fast.” I pulled Vanna close, and she was rocking slightly, as if she were riding my imaginary cock. “Fast and hard so that your tits were bouncing. I had to draw you back enough to grope one and then the other. Your wet nipples – they were soaked with your juices, remember – filled my palms just right, like they were made for my hands alone.”
“And everyone’s watching?”
I smiled and almost rewarded her with another of those kisses she wanted, like the one she stole, but I knew I need to finish the story.
“Yeah, they’re still watching us. A small crowd was starting to gather, and they watched me thrust into you from behind. I moved my hands to the curve of your hips and pulled you back into me, hard, with each thrust. They watched as you came first. You moaned loudly, loud enough for them to hear you through the glass. Your body rocked and shuttered, and your cunt squeezed the length of my dick. Just when I thought it would fall off, I blasted into you and you milked me clean.”
I had to take a breath then, my body was getting just as into my story as hers was. My cock ached to be free of its confines and deep within Vanna, just like I had described. I glanced over to the display window, desperately wishing we could act out every single word, before I was able to add in one more sentence, “I drew you off my cock, turned you around and lifted you up only to sink back into you.”
Vanna was nearly putty in my arms, and the vibe coming off of her told me she was ready to jump my bones. For my part, I was just about ready to burst with my load, even without her physically touching my aching rod.
“Again?” Vanna asked, drawing me out of my thoughts. I drank in her dilated pupils, rose colored cheeks, and the way the
buttons of her shirt strained over her rapidly rising and falling chest. Everything was telling me that Vanna wanted me at least as much as I wanted her.
“Yes, again,” was all I said as I closed off the fantasy and made room for the real world.
She shuddered and closed her eyes as her head tilted up again. Her lips pushed together, giving them the illusion of extra fullness, and she begged to be kissed. I gave into her; kissing her like a man starved of female companionship. I felt like we were lovers who were reuniting after some near-death experience. I kissed her in the way I had wanted to kiss her since the first time I saw her. It was the perfect foreplay, though unplanned, and it was the most sensual response I had gotten from Vanna over our brief time together so far.
She opened up to my kiss, pushing back and yet also yielding to me. The dominant fighter in me thrilled when she went pliant in my embrace, and the lover inside was positively glowing.
Our break consisted of kissing foreheads and tasting each other’s breath. I didn’t know which of us was panting louder, but the noises coming from her were erotic as fuck.
“Did you really dream all that…” Vanna started in with that silly doubt of hers. It was like a raised pin threatening our happy bubble, threatening to blow our passionate connection to the wind. I knew I should stop her, and somewhere in the back of my mind, I was rallying to do just that. “Or did you just make all that up?” she completed her thought and I was nowhere near ready to answer.
I realized that I couldn’t rid Vanna of the doubt she had of me, not without her conscious help. I’d bet my baseball collection - signed by all the Mets - that Vanna wasn’t aware of how her low self-esteem colored her thought and speech patterns.
A defeatist, that’s what she was. In the Marines she’d be one of those early dischargers, the ones who had no real excuse to leave save that the Marines weren’t what they thought it’d be.
I cupped her cheek, and she leaned into my palm. Her lips turned to brush my thumb. I absorbed the sensual jolt that thrummed up my arm, over my chest, and straight through to my erection.
“I’m… joking,” I decided to go with, though it wasn’t quite the truth.
I had a dream about her, all right. Though the story I told her was the tame, softcore edition of what my brain had conjured up while I slept. It had felt so real too. The X-rated, director’s cut was fragmented, but even the fragments were cock-throbbing worthy. I could still vividly recall the images of Vanna cum-soaked and wailing my name. I could only hope that those images would soon be replaced with reality.
“Amos!” She burrowed her flushed face into my shirt, mumbling, “Stop it.” Her tone made me want to tease her more.
At about a head taller than her, Vanna rested perfectly under my chin. I enjoyed having her pressed against me there, but I had the urge to close the distance between our mouths once more. I tugged her away from my chest and swooped down, catching her off guard with a rogue touch.
Whatever she was about to say was swallowed by our open mouths. Our tongues kissed and danced before my teeth gently locked around her lower lip. I tugged the soft, reddening flesh playfully when a suddenly loud cough separated us.
“For the sake of and my fairly new pine flooring installation, get a room. We’re opening… now.” Wes chided as he looked up from his watch. He hastened to turn the store sign from ‘closed’ to ‘open’ and unlatched the front door for the first customer… who hadn’t shown up yet.
“Sorry,” Vanna meekly offered to her brother.
“Why are you apologizing?” I asked.
Vanna gave me a floundering look, and I shrugged. I didn’t want my girl groveling to someone over our PDA. My affection should make her beg for more, not apologize for it happening.
“Hey, hey.” Wes, taking his place behind the front desk, pointed at me. “Stop bullying my baby sister.”
“I am not bullying her.” Something in my tone prompted Vanna to smooth her hands over my chest. My nostrils flared, but the white hot irritation simmered down as quickly as it had boiled over.
“Raging hormones in check?” Wes prodded, not letting up. I glanced down at Vanna, and calmed at her small smile. “Anyway,” he continued, “she should apologize. You should both apologize. You looked ready to make babies all over my expensive flooring.” He made a face at the thought.
“W-We w-were not!” Vanna sputtered.
“It sure looked like it,” Wes continued, his speculation throwing his younger sister into a tizzy.
I wrapped my arms tighter about Vanna, afraid she would confront Wes. Siblings threw tough words and tougher punches. It was my way of returning the favor from when I wanted to clobber Wes for insinuating I was ‘bullying’ Vanna and she calmed me down… like seconds earlier.
“Who’s making babies?” Violet called out as she stirred out from the back, her heels clicking to a stop by the front desk.
“We weren’t making babies!” Vanna’s snapped response threw Violet’s hands up in a placating gesture.
“I wasn’t accusing you of making babies,” Violet clarified. There was a beat and then, more quietly, Violet directed her question to Wes, “Were they making babies? Eww, and aww.” She went from a curled lip to clutching a hand to her chest as she stared at Vanna and me.
“Eww and aww?” Wes questioned with a roll of his eyes. “That’s all you have to say? I almost had to scrub their… sex juices off my floor.”
Violet sighed. “Aren’t you taking it too far?”
Taking it too far was putting it lightly. Vanna was shaking in my hold, whether from anger or hurt I wasn’t sure. I didn’t like it though. Usually I was all about respecting sibling boundaries, but I was about to throw all that out the window and tell Wes to fuck off when Violet did it for me.
“Why are you being more bitchy than usual?”
Wes looks up from the computer. “Maybe I don’t like it when people stand around my store doing nothing. We’re on time, people.”
A storm cloud of emotion darkened Violet’s features. I didn’t think she had anger in her. Then again, what did I know? I’d known all three for less than a week.
Vanna surprised me by slipping from my arms. I moved after her to the front desk where Wes and Violet were having a silent glaring match.
“Wes’ right about getting back to work,” Vanna placated. “And Violet, I’ll help you set up in the back if you haven’t already.”
In mediating mode, Vanna was fierce; an entirely different creature than the shy, frail thing she had been moments ago. A raw picture came to mind, startling me out of the store into my head. I saw Vanna prying two of our daughters apart, one girl clutching to one arm and the second little girl crying herself to sleep in the other arm. I wasn’t sure where these imaginings of our future were coming from, but I felt strangely attached to them.
“Thanks, but it’s done though. That’s why I missed some of the action out here,” Violet said.
I tuned back from my future fantasies to note Vanna’s interception of the argument was a partial success. Wes was still sulking, and Violet found the order book to flip through while waiting on their elusive first customer.
“What were you two doing?” Wes asked after a few minutes. He looked up from his screen, plain curiosity pleating his brow.
Vanna perked up, and a deer-caught-in-the-headlights look crossed her face at her big brother’s speculation. She was probably wondering why she bothered to break up Violet and Wes’ bickering since it was now drawing attention to herself again.
“We were about to fuck when you interrupted us,” I stated as if it wasn’t what it was. My blunt comment sparked Vanna’s ire, and she actually stomped her foot as her fists clenched tightly at her side.
“We were not!”
Wes threw his head back and cackled, an act that broke up his gloomy expression. The renewed attention only served to turn what little skin was exposed on Vanna a bright red. Violet, who seemingly forgot about her spat with her brother, was
nearly sobbing with laughter. I took a moment to try and determine the best course of action to diffuse the growing tension, when the door to the shop opened and two young women strode through and into the lobby.
In an instant the Sterling siblings, Vanna included, were back in business mode.
With things returning to normal, I recalled what Wes had said about getting a room. Suddenly an idea sparked, demanding my attention. I hurried to the door, barely reminding myself to drop a kiss on Vanna’s forehead, as the customers were lead away by Violet for a look-see at the merchandise.
“I have to run an errand,” I called back to Vanna. “But I’ll be back. Hold the fort down without me.”
“Sorry to burst your bubble, Amos, but she’s been doing that for the last three decades,” Wes shouted back for his sister.