Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... the Sheriff’s side.

Hank and Walter, both eyed one another warily. Neither looking like they were very happy to see each other. Gerald was busy lighting a cigarette, he paused as he was putting the pack back into his breast pocket of his uniform. Hank had motioned with his right hand that he would like one too. Gerald grimaced and handed the pack over to Hank, even going so far as to hold his zippo lighter open and lit for Hank to get it started.

From the counter, Yvonne, Deeny and Cam could not hear what was being said of course, but they all noted that Walter looked decidedly subdued. Hank looked just as uncomfortable. The sheriff simply looked tired and perhaps a little pissed at the both of them.

“What do you suppose they are talking about?” Deeny asked softly, still curious if her father had anything to do with the “shooting” that Cam had mentioned the other day.

Cam, knew full well what they were probably discussing, but also knowing better than to discuss it with anyone outside the sheriff’s department. He simply shrugged and turned his attention back to the two waitresses across the counter from him.

“So… Deeny… you going to the Wilding this year?” Cam asked conversationally.

Deeny’s eyes snapped up and locked on Cam’s face, a startled almost panicked look in them for a moment. She realized that she was wringing the bar towel in her hands and set it down, still somewhat flustered.

“Um… Well… I told Lee I would go with her this year… so…yeah, I ...

... guess I’ll be going.” Deeny sputtered after a moment of reflection.

Yvonne had caught the look as had Cam and exchanged another questioning look with him as she turned smiling to Deeny and raised her right hand to pluck at some imagined speck or other on Deeny’s uniform.

“You’re going with your little sister? How sweet. Is this her first time… going to the dance I mean?” Yvonne asked sweetly.

“Yes, it’ll be her first time.” Deeny said somewhat more conversationally.

Deeny studied Yvonne’s face for a moment, she thought she saw something there for a moment. Curiosity, hope? Deeny got the impression that Yvonne would like to…

“You’ve never been to a Wilding dance, have you Y?” Deen asked, biting the inside of her bottom lip.

“Can’t say that I have, no.” Yvonne responded with a lilting question in her voice, her pulse speeding up a bit as hope began to blossom in her heart.

“I bet… I bet Cam here would take you if you asked him to.” Deeny suggested, immediately cursing herself for not being able to come out and ask the older woman herself.

“Oh! I’d be delighted to accompany you to the dance Y’, unfortunately, I’ll be working that night. Yeah… someone has to be on duty and I’m the least senior. Sorry.” Cam said apologetically, even as he gave Deeny a questioning glance, sensing that there was more at play here than anyone was talking about.

“Well, I guess I’ll just not be going this year either.” Yvonne sighed as she put all her weight on her left foot, ...