Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... still friends and probably always will be, but... we just didn’t work out... then he went off to school. Did you know that he’s engaged to be married now?” Deeny confessed then asked of her father.

“Married?” Duke asked, on eyebrow hitched high on his forehead as he looked at Deeny.

“Seems to be... catching... lately, huh?” Deeny said with a smile.

Duke smiled back at her before placing the second ring in the press to further shape it, turning it in on itself. Both rings were nearly completely formed now. All that remained was to size them and then polish them on the polishing wheel. Deeny held the first as her father finished shaping the second ring.

Deeny chose to use her finger as the size for both rings as both she and Yvonne had similar sized fingers. It took a couple of more passes in the form press to reduce them both to the proper size. Then all that was left was to polish them to a bright gleaming sheen. A little polishing compound on the cloth wheel hastened that end.

Duke was just finishing polishing the second ring when Caroline came into the workshop. She stood behind Deeny who was still sitting on the stool, holding and admiring the first of the two rings. The rings were a lot heftier than what she had imagined they would be but she liked them all the more fore it. They were substantial and the silver gave them some heft as well.

“They are very pretty.” Caroline commented admiringly.

Deeny looked over her shoulder at her mother and smiled ...

... almost tearfully, she was so happy. She leaned back into her mother’s midsection as her mother wrapped her arms around her from behind.

“I have something for you... for your rings.” Caroline murmured in Deeny’s ear.

“Mom? What have you done?” Deeny asked warily, her heart skipping a beat.

Caroline pulled the little blue velvet covered box from the front pocket of her apron, and showed it to Deeny.

“A ring needs to be presented as the treasure that it represents. It’s special, it’s part of your heart.” Caroline said solemnly as Deeny took the offered ring box from her mother’s hand.

Deeny opened up the little box to see the lighter blue satin lined interior. She took the first ring that was in her other hand and settled it into the pillowed slot in the middle of the box. It fit nicely of course but there was room for both rings. Her father handing her the finished second ring at that moment. She nestled it in to the pillow alongside the other ring and held it at arm’s length to admire them.

“Wait... there’s more.” Caroline spoke quietly, still grasping Deeny’s shoulders.

Caroline pulled the length of electric blue silk ribbon from her apron and held it by one end to dangle in front of Deeny. Deeny looked at the ribbon and then looked back over her shoulder at her mother, not quite understanding what the ribbon was for.

“Mom?” Deeny asked.

“It’s symbolic... many cultures view marriage as a bonding or binding of two people to form one. You’ve heard the ...