Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... turning inward, her face darkening with a frown.

“Hey... It’s not like you have to deal with her, right?” Deeny posed, now she was rubbing Yvonne’s arms the same way the older woman had been rubbing hers.

“Yeah, no, I don’t. I certainly won’t be putting her in the will the lawyers say I have to have written for this all to take place.” Yvonne’s smile crept back onto her face, slowly as she returned her gaze to Deeny’s face... thoughts of who her beneficiary would be on that will.

“Y? Could I stay at your place, even if you’re not going to be there? Just sleeping in your bed would make me feel better... Now that Lee is married, I’ll be all alone in mine if I go home. Besides, I think mom and dad might want to have some privacy.” Deeny explained her question.

“You’re always welcomed in my bed... home...” Yvonne said with a smile as she corrected her slip.

“I’ll miss you...” Deeny said again with a pout and those pleading puppy dog eyes.

“Damn! Deeny! Stop that! It’s hard enough that I can’t kiss you as it is...” Yvonne said with an exasperated chuckle then bit her bottom lip.

“Then you had better get going, or I’m going to make a scene that these folks won’t soon forget.” Deen replied with a feral grin wrinkling her nose and winked.

Yvonne stood straight again, moving away enough to open the car door to get In. She rolled down the window and leaned out, now she having to look up at Deeny’s face. She leaned out and looked around to check that no one was ...

... within earshot before speaking quietly.

“I love you, Deeny. I’ll miss you while I’m gone.” She blew Deeny a kiss and put the car into gear to back up and turn.

Deeny stepped back away from the car, her left arm clutched across her abdomen, her right arm raised halfway to wave goodbye. The lump in Deeny’s throat made it difficult to swallow or even talk. As Yvonne’s car turned onto the main road, its horn sounded with two short honks and then she was gone. A sinking feeling in Deeny’s stomach made her wonder if it was just being separated from her love or was it a feeling of foreboding?

***___***___

Two pickup trucks passed one another going in opposite directions on the bridge crossing Arrowhead Lake. There were two people in each truck, one, decorated with streamers and dragging a string of tin cans with Just married written in soap on the rear window. The other truck, with a tall dark-haired driver who had a diminutive little redhead at his side, almost in his lap she was so close.

Richard raised his left hand and gave a friendly wave in acknowledgement as he would any other vehicle he passed on the road. As far as he could tell, the other driver was too distracted to wave back. Richard just shrugged inwardly as it really wasn’t important. The little redhead, Sylvia Redmond, freshly graduated the night before, perked up excitedly and looked back over their shoulders at the other pickup as it drove on in the opposite direction.

“That was Tom... and Lee!” ...