Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... with a pat on the back. Richard was more than stunned and really didn’t know what to make of the change or the attention. He just smiled awkwardly and nodded his head while blushing.

“Viv! Come meet this…” Walt paused turning to face Richard again. “I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name…” He said, still smiling.

“Richard. Richard Alva Burton. I’m the late Pete Winslow’s nephew. I kind of inherited their place.” Richard supplied.

All the while Walt was steering them up the steps and towards the screen door into the house. Vivian met them at the door and pushed it open for them.

“Viv, meet Richard Burton. He saved Trina from the car wreck.” Walt supplied as Richard somewhat timidly extended his right hand to shake.

Vivian’s eyes went from guarded but curious to amazed and happy, to compliment the smile growing on her face. She looked at Richard’s extended hand and back up to his face. With a now teary-eyed smile she batted his hand away and practically leapt on him in a hug that would rival that of a bear on any given day.

“Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you. I can’t thank you enough for what you did.” Vivian all but sobbed into his chest as she squeezed him tightly in thanks.

Richard stood still in the entryway into the kitchen his arms elevated and extended, one hand holding the bouquet of flowers the other empty but equally unsure of what to do, while this diminutive woman hugged him fiercely. The happy pat on his back from Walter only added to the ...

... confusion. Finally, Vivian let go or at least loosened her hug and leaned back to look up at him. She took him by his free hand and led him over to the kitchen table and bade him sit. Walter pulled out a chair for Vivian but she flitted past him.

Richard sat and watched as Vivian brought glasses to the table then went to the fridge and retrieved a pitcher of what had to be iced tea. She lit in her seat as Walter pushed it in and then had a seat himself on the other side of the table. There in the center of the table in a large vase was the bouquet that Rich had had delivered to Trina in the hospital. It reminded him of the one that he was carrying and he lifted it up and looked at Vivian and Walter questioningly.

Viv began to push her chair back but Walter was fast and was up and off to get something to put the new flowers in. Vivian smiled and then remembered the tea, so she poured each of them a tall glass of the cold drink. She was just setting the pitcher back down when Walt returned with another vase that had some water already in it. He handed it to Vivian who took it and the flowers from Richard.

“Oh, they are lovely. I’m sure Trina will love them.” Vivian crooned, the smile never leaving her face.

“Speaking of Trina. How is she doing?” Richard asked in a concerned voice as he glanced between Vivian and Walter.

Vivian’s smile faltered for only a moment but it was enough to let Richard know that not all was well. Walter and Vivian shared a glance and then Walt ...