Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... The older gentleman explained.

“I didn’t know it was a war.” Deeny said surprised.

“Well, technically, it’s not, yet. They call it a police action.” The older gent went on.

“I heard there was one of those protests in Kansas City a week or so ago.” Yvonne said as she brought back the now empty coffee carafe.

“Hmm... Doesn’t sound like it’s too important if it’s just policing whatever.” Deeny said and shrugged as she went about wiping the counter and checking on other customers.

***___***___

It had been over two months since the Wilding, that crazy night if ever there was one. Life as it was had settled back into something of a routine again, certainly with changes. Tom still rose every morning with the sun, sometimes before, to tend to the daily chores on the farm. Annie would be up and making breakfast for her hardworking son so that he had a good meal before heading off to school.

The farm was a lot quieter and eminently more peaceful with the absence of the late J.D. Branson. Thoughts of sticking around and making a life here had been percolating through Tom’s mind as he studied for finals for school. This was his senior year and it was nearly over. He and Lee had been dating when they could but had restrained themselves from too much public display of affection. Not that anyone seeing them together wouldn’t readily recognize they were inseparable.

Rivals like one particular little redhead, Sylvia, had mellowed but perhaps were still somewhat ...

... envious of the two. Sylvia did honestly try to make amends with Lee and behaved herself around Tom whenever she encountered him at school or elsewhere. The two girls might never be friends exactly, but there was a respectful civility now.

Trina had changed the most, perhaps. The once mostly silent shadow entourage member of Sylvia’s crew, she was not a force to be reconned with. No longer did she blindly follow the head strong redhead, or take orders from her, or anyone else for that matter. Not that she cared what others thought of her though, she had found herself and she had found the love of her life. Cam, the ham, her deputy dog. She was smitten as a kitten and he was head over heels in love with her.

Cam had convinced Trina to stay in school and graduate. He also hinted at more to come after graduation if she were interested. Perhaps a lifelong commitment. Certainly, he wanted her to be by his side as much as possible.

Sadly, Trina still didn’t remember even meeting Richard at the Wilding, let alone dancing all night with him that night. Richard might have been heartbroken, but he kept it to himself and always smiled when he saw or ran into Cam and Trina when they were together. Surprisingly, it was a chance meeting at the Dairy Freeze with Sylvia and her crew that struck a chord with both.

Sylvia did remember Richard, vaguely, from the Wilding. More as a mild irritant though, as Trina was taken with him and all the dancing made Sylvia wait to go home that night. ...