Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... try.

“Maybe your luck with fish is like my luck with women?” Richard said a little despondently with a wry smile on his face.

Cam frowned a little and shook his head sadly. He had told Richard of his visit to the Wainwright home a few weeks ago and meeting Trina. He hadn’t gone looking to make any connections but the girl had taken an interest in him and something had grown from it all the same. They had been on two dates since then and to be honest Cam was quite taken with her.

Cam did still feel guilty though in that he knew his friend had been smitten with the same girl but had been crestfallen when he learned that she had no memory of him and their dancing at the Wilding a month ago. Richard swore that he had not been that interested in her to start with but Cam knew better and he felt guilty all the same.

“Your day will come, my friend. Just be ready to grab on with both hands when she shows up.” Cam said softly with a sincerity that only a friend would have.

“I’ll remember that... Whoa! Fish on!” Richard said and began reeling in his line, again.

***___***___

When Deeny and Yvonne pulled into the diner parking lot that morning there had been a Sheriff’s cruiser parked across the road at the Sunoco gas station. Its lights were flashing and there seemed to be a lot of people standing around talking. An old school bus painted in psychedelic colors with flowers and peace symbols and words like “Make Love not War” was just pulling out, heading to the ...

... interstate.

“I wonder what that was all about?” Yvonne said as the two got out of the old blue Chevy and headed inside to start their shift.

“Morning Hank!” Deeny called through the order window as she tied an apron on around her waist.

“Yeah, yeah... Order up!” Hank replied setting a plate on the window sill before turning the order slip wheel to see what was up next.

“Well, he seems a little grumpy this morning.” Yvonne said as she reached for the coffee carafe on the warmer plate, to make rounds refilling cups.

Deeny took the plate off the sill and the order slip, then delivered it to the customer who was waiting. She greeted a couple of regulars as they came in and settled at the counter. They told her of the circus that was this morning’s excitement across the road at the Sunoco station. The bus she had seen leaving when she pulled in was carrying a bunch of protesters on their way to Washington DC.

Apparently, several of the bus passengers had caused a stir at the station when someone said something nasty about a bunch of hippies stirring up trouble and disrespecting the government and the United States Military. Words flew and so did some punches. It was all broken up rather quickly and rather than arrest a dozen different people, it was thought best to just send the trouble makers on their way... with words of warning not to stop back here again.

“What are they protesting anyway?” Deeny asked.

“That war over in Vietnam, or so they said anyway.” ...