Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... However, the fact that Richard was the first person to happen upon the wreck that night and helped save her and the other girls’ lives was a definite plus in his favor. That he was tall and dark and ruggedly somewhat handsome in her eyes didn’t hurt either. Sylvia and Richard began dating.

Now that Tom was driving the truck he purchased after J.D. had been laid to rest, he often picked Lee up or brought her home from school. Because of that, Deeny often spent the night in town with Yvonne, rather than coming home to the farm. Not every night, but often enough that it was not unusual.

Yvonne and Deeny behaved themselves at work, at the diner, and when they were out and about in public. Anyone seeing them would simply think they were good friends, rather than lovers. In private, however, the two could not get enough of each other. For Deeny it was still new and exciting, her first girl, girl relationship. For Yvonne it was a dream come true. One that she truly hoped she didn’t wake up from anytime soon, if ever.

Caroline was a happier woman than she had been for years. Her girls were both in love and happy. Duke, her husband had fully recovered from the injuries suffered at the hands of that drunken madman J.D. who had attacked them at the Wilding. Fully recovered in that all his many bits and parts still worked as they should, well... save for having the equivalent of a vasectomy. Not that he or Caroline had wanted anymore children anyway. Between the shooting, and ...

... later the attack at the Wilding, Duke had had an awakening of sorts. He still had demons, to be sure, but he had not had a drink in all that time. Not only that, but he had not even wanted a drink.

Caroline was indeed a happy woman, and a thoughtful one as well. Since the development of their children, adult children, had come to fall in love with one another, the two mothers have come to be fast friends. Friends despite the origin of the father of both children and how they came to be conceived. Bygones be gone, the two were thick as thieves and devious in their doings. One or the other would host dinners at one house or the other. Duke and Caroline would go to Annie’s house for dinner or sometimes Annie would come to theirs. Often, of late, she would be accompanied by the Sheriff, Gerald Potter.

Gerald found that he still held a torch for Annie after all these years. Better still, he found that Annie was more than accepting of his companionship. He made it a point to stop by on a regular basis. Many an evening was spent on the old glider on the back porch, sitting and talking. Both were hesitant to go too fast, but both were also excited to explore the possibilities, together. Only time would tell and they had time.

Time has a way of changing things. How we see other people or events. Old ideas being traded for new ones. Old problems being forgotten or at least not paid as much attention anymore. Unfortunately, life has a way of introducing new problems and twists ...