by Jordan Shay
My wetness was dripping down the outside of my pussy, down to my ass. Derek licked every part of it.
“You taste amazing, Anna.” He moaned. “Damn, you taste fucking amazing!”
I held on to the back of Derek’s head, giving pressure into my pussy when I wanted. He obliged and moved with passion. Then I pushed him gently back, off me. With some new-found boldness, I said, “It’s my turn.”
Derek laid down on his back and was ready for me to please him. I kissed my way down from his lips to his dick. It was shiny and throbbing, and fully erect. His dick was already juicing from the excitement. I licked around the head, up and down the sides, and kissed his balls. I could feel his excitement as his body would be tense then limp, with the moves I was giving him on his dick.
Derek said in a low voice, “Anna, let me have your pussy, swing your ass toward me.” I obeyed. I twisted my body, and still sucking his dick, I sat my pussy right on his face. We pleasured each other until we could take it no longer.
I rolled onto my back, and Derek got on top of me. We were both so wet, that his thick and full cock slid right in. Derek pushed my legs back as far as they would go, knees sitting nearly next to my shoulders, and kept thrusting. He was deep, and it felt amazing. I rolled on top of him, then he on me.
“Get on all fours,” he demanded.
I did, and he entered me. Fucking me hard.
In between moans, Derek managed to say, “Anna, I’m getting close.”
With that, I started fucking him with speed and force. My excitement was growing and his dick was swelling. My tits were bouncing, and he managed to grab both of my tits as we were nearing ecstasy.
I screamed, “Shit! Derek, fuck me! Fuck me Derek!”
He moved his hands from my tits to my hips and fucked me hard!
My hips quivered, I was nearly drooling, and we both hit it...at the same fucking time. It was glorious. The warmth of his juices joined with mine, and he rested on my back, both of us trying to catch our breath.
Finally, Derek rolled to his side, and I joined him. Lying next to him with my arm across his chest.
“That was fucking amazing, Anna. We fit together so well.”
“We do, Derek. I love it.”
“I don’t want this to end Anna, but I better get you back to Caleb so he can take you home. It’s got to be nearly time.” He said it, but he didn’t move. “I want more, Anna. I think about you all the time. I want to make love to you every night.”
I replied, “I want that, too, Derek. I’ve never felt this way about anyone.”
We managed to get dressed and get ourselves together. Derek walked me out to meet Caleb. I hated to leave Derek, but I knew I had to. We reached the buggy, and Caleb was already there, patiently waiting. I got in, and we took off. Leaving Derek behind.
Caleb and I rode home mostly in silence. I knew I wanted to be with Derek, but I dreaded the consequences that would bring to my family. And to myself.
When I got home, it was very late. Papa was sitting up waiting for me.
“Late night, Anna dear.” He was sitting in his living room chair, by candlelight, holding a book. “I hope there was no rutsching around.”
Being the youngest daughter, I was always Papa’s little girl. As I saw him sitting there in the chair by candlelight, I realized he wasn’t a young man anymore. Lines had etched his face, and his skin was tough from years of hard, outdoor work. The image of him sobbing at Abe’s bedside flashing in my mind. In order to have Derek, I would have to abandon my Papa. My family. My chest started feeling heavy, and my eyes were burning. Don’t cry, Anna. For God’s sake, don’t cry.
“Of course not Papa.” I kissed him on the cheek, said goodnight and headed up to bed. By the way he looked at me, I thought surely he knew.
I tiptoed quietly towards my bedroom door, but as I walked by my mother and father’s bedroom door, it slowly creaked open. My mother stood there, in a long cotton gown and bare feet, no bonnet, and just looked at me. Such a look of disappointment she had, I had to avert my eyes to the ground. I was too guilty to make eye contact.
How could she possibly know something? By her angry look, I was sure she did.
Once in bed, I thought I’d never be able to fall asleep. But the sheer exhaustion of the evening caught up with me quicker than I thought, and before I knew it, I was sound asleep.
I dreamt in vivid color, despite always learning that dreams can only be in black and white.
Snow was falling, and I was in a warm house with a crackling fire in the fireplace. In jeans and a pink sweatshirt, I ran my hands over my clothes. English clothes. I smiled.
“Honey, do you want some tea?” I was standing over the stove, boiling water.
“Sure, babe.” Derek’s voice responded. My heart leapt at the sound.
I fixed his tea and took it in the living room. He was sitting in a big oversized recliner and watching football on TV. Just like a typical Englishman. I put the tea on the table next to him, and leaned it to kiss him on the forehead.
“Love you baby,” he whispered. I started to walk away, but he grabbed my arm and pulled me back. Laughing, I felt onto his lap. He kissed me on the lips, hard, and ran his hand under my sweatshirt. “You wanna?” I knew what he wanted.
“Derek! I have food cooking in the kitchen!” I laughed and pulled myself away.
“Babe, I just can’t resist you. You know that.” He winked at me. “You know what I miss, though?”
What he misses? What could he possibly miss?
“Remember how you used to wear those dresses all the time? They were very convenient,” He waited for my response. I didn’t have one. “I could just put my hand right up there and feel…”
“Derek!” I stopped him in his tracks. “The kids will hear you!”
“Anna, they won’t hear a thing. They are in their room with their Playstations blaring. They wouldn’t hear a tornado coming through.
I gave him a look, the look that said ‘you’re such a troublemaker’, and went back the kitchen to finish cooking. A trait I brought with me from my upbringing. And Derek didn’t seem to mind it one bit. A pie in the oven, noodles boiling on the stove and fresh veggies being cut up.
Suddenly, I heard Derek call for me. “Anna. Come here! You are going to want to see this!”
I hurried into the living room and found Derek standing by the window looking out at the front yard. When I saw what he was looking at, I froze.
My father.
When I snapped out of my initial fear, I went out on the front porch to see what he wanted. I was very much aware of my clothes, and felt uncomfortable. Papa knew I was English now, but it still made me feel awkward around him.
“Hi Papa.” I hadn’t seen him in forever. His hair was greying, and his face looked older than ever.
“Anna. You have sinned.” Why was he saying this? We had gone through this years ago when I first converted. Why now?
I stood, mouth agape, and then I saw them. Buggies coming down the road by the dozens. All into my yard. One by one the Amish emerged from them, saying my name.
“Anna. Anna. Anna. Anna.” They chanted and kept walking closer to my porch. I started backing up to the door. I tried to open it, but it was stuck. There were men, women, and children. I saw Abe and Heather. Both of them had fiery, glowing eyes.
“Derek!” I screamed. “Derek!” The door wouldn’t budge. And Derek never came.
Suddenly, I was surrounded by Amish, and they were chanting my name, over and over. My chest was filled with terror and dread.
“Derek! Derek!”
***
“Anna, Anna, wake up.” A hand on my shoulder jolted me out of my dream state. At first, I wasn’t sure where I was, and I sat straight up in bed. I was sweating and trembling. Sitting on the bed next to me was my mother. “You had a nightmare.”
My dream. Oh my God, that dream. It had started out so wonderful.
“You’re lucky I’m the light sleeper in t
his family and not your father.” She looked angrily at me. I felt a little hurt that she wasn’t consoling me after such a nightmare. She stood up to leave.
“And, Anna.” She stopped at my door and turned to face me. “If you say that man’s name in my house again you will be punished.” With that, she abruptly spun around and walked out of my room.
Chapter Nine
Sunlight streamed in my window as I slowly woke up. The dream had not returned and I was grateful and sad at the same time. The feeling in the beginning of the dream had been wonderful. Amazing. Pure happiness.
But then…
Maybe it’s better the dream hadn’t returned.
I grabbed one of my dresses out of my closet, got dressed quickly, and then went downstairs. I was nervous, but I knew I’d have to face my mother sooner or later. Guess I had better get it over with.
As always, she was cooking in the kitchen. She smiled at me. “Good morning, Anna. Can you grab the biscuits from the oven?”
“Good morning, Mama. Of course.” She seemed in a good, jovial mood, and I wasn’t going to ruffle any feathers. Not this morning. I pulled the biscuits out and the put them on the rack to cool.
Papa walked in. “Whoa something smells good in here.” He patted his belly and sat down at our large oak kitchen table. He saw me and smiled. “Good morning, Anna. I’ll have a cup of coffee.” I took him one as he requested.
“Anna, we are going to go and visit Abe this morning, so eat up now. Your father has already told Mr. Johnny you will not be at work. Emma may meet us at the hospital as well. Be ready to go in 30 minutes. A driver will be here then.” I did as I was told. I was anxious and excited to see my little brother.
Once at the hospital, I saw the same lady working the reception desk. I laughed out loud remembering what I had told her. She didn’t look any friendlier today, with her hair pulled smartly up into a tight bun, and her lips pursed together tightly.
“Something funny, Anna?” It was Papa. “You should share so we can laugh too.” He chuckled as if he had just made a joke.
“No, Papa, I was just remembering something funny.”
“Ahhh, I see. Nothing that we would find funny as well?”
“Not really, no.” I prayed he would drop it. He did.
Abe was sitting up in bed eating some lunch when we arrived. He beamed a big smile as we walked in. He was still pretty banged up, but the cuts and bruises will heal quickly. Poor kid. His right hand was bandaged, but he still managed to scoop some Jell-O into his mouth.
“Hey kiddo.” I walked over to his side, ruffled his hair a little and sat on the edge of the bed next to him. Mama and Papa went to the other side and kissed him, both on the top of his head since his face was so banged up.
“Mama, where are Jules and Elizabeth?” Abe was worried about his cousins. Leave it to Abe to be in the hospital recovering from his own injuries and the first thing he asks about are his cousins.
“They are fine, sweetie. In fact, Jules is home and Elizabeth should be able to get out today. They said you got the worst of it. My poor baby.” She kissed him again.
Abe was doing great, the doctor told us. He would need to stay in the hospital a few more days, though. He wasn’t happy about that. “But it’s my week to take care of the horses,” he groaned.
I told Abe, “Don’t you worry about Ella and Twilight. I’ll take care of them.” I loved those damn horses anyway.
We spent the majority of the afternoon visiting with Abe. Finally Papa said he had many chores to still attend to while there was still daylight, so we summoned a driver and said our goodbye’s to Abe.
I had found myself looking at each of them intently the whole visit. As if I were memorizing their faces. Their actions.
I was always a daddy’s girl, and I had wonderful memories of playing around with him as a little girl. He would lie on the ground and lift me into their air with his legs. I would giggle hysterically, until everyone in the house would be laughing right along with me. ‘Anna’s contagious giggle’ they would call it. If I left the Amish, as I thought so much of doing lately, I would miss him so much.
When we arrived home, there was a buggy in our driveway. As we pulled in, Aunt Cheryl emerged from the buggy.
Damnit. I was not in the mood for Aunt Cheryl.
“Well hello, Cheryl.” My mother said while my father paid the driver. I started to run into the house, hoping to change clothes and get to the barn before getting caught in a conversation with the ol’ bitty. Apparently, that was not going to happen today.
“Anna! Wait dear!” Cheryl’s voice radiated through the air like a screeching hawk. I cringed.
“I brought you something,” she said. I walked over to her reluctantly. She handed me a book.
“Uh, Thanks Aunt Cheryl.” I took the book and looked at it. Avoiding Sin in Amish Communities. My eyes went to hers, and she smiled. Or, actually, it was more like a smirk. That bitch. I started to say something when my mom intervened.
“Anna. Go change and go tend to the horses.” I paused. I really wanted to give Aunt Cheryl a piece of my mind. My mother must have sensed it. “NOW Anna!”
I spun on my heels and ran into the house. I fucking hate her. If I do become English that is one woman I will NOT miss.
Once in the barn, I fed and watered Ella and Twilight. I rubbed their noses.
“Sweet girls. Your Abe will be back in a few days.” I rubbed some cocoa butter on their legs, just as Abe used to like to do. They like it, he would say when I asked him why he did that everyday.
As I was walking back to the house, the sun was quickly setting. The sunset was a beautiful orange glow that shined over the fields. I stopped for a minute to watch and take in the beauty. The orange permeated through the sky as well, almost giving the appearance of being on fire. It was beautiful. A cool breeze made me shiver and I rubbed my bare arms to keep warm. I turned around to head towards the house, but a figure standing in the distance made me stop dead in my tracks.
Who was that? I squinted. I could only see a shadow. Whoever it was, was watching me. They were standing facing me, hands in pockets. I slowly started towards the house again.
As the shadowy figure came into view, I could tell it was an Amish man. The pants, suspenders and hat. Once I was close enough to see, I saw who it was. Caleb.
I ran over to him and hugged him. I must have taken him by surprise. He didn’t really hug me back, and I felt a pang of sorrow. His arms went around me, but I could tell it was a half-hearted attempt.
“Hi Caleb.” I let go of him and stood in front of him. He was a good few inches taller than me and I had to keep looking up to see his eyes. “What are you doing here?”
“Do you want to go out this evening?” He saw me shivering a little and rubbed my arms as he asked. I could tell he was feeling conflicted. One minute, affectionate, then the next minute pulling back. I understood why. He wanted to help me, but he also wanted to be with me...after all, that was the plan.
“Uh, yeah, okay. Let me go change.” I took off to the house and ran inside. The screen door slammed. Damn. I forgot that door is a piece of shit. I didn’t want to catch the attention of anyone, but now...how could they miss that sound?
“Anna? Is that you?” My mom came out of the kitchen. I could see Aunt Cheryl sitting at the table behind her. “Come have some tea with us.”
“Um. Actually, Caleb just showed up and asked if I would go out with him this evening.” As an unmarried Amish woman, I was still under my parents’ thumb, despite the fact that I was 26 years old. “Can I Mama? Please?” She smiled at me. She wanted me with Caleb.
“Of course, dear. Go. Have fun.” She turned her back to me to go back to the kitchen table, but I still made eye contact with Aunt Cheryl. She was glaring at me. She suspects. But I don’t give a shit. I glared back for a second then bounced up the stairs, smiling the whole way. Bitchy Aunt Cheryl was not going to ruin my evening. Not today, Auntie. Not today.
; In the buggy, Caleb and I made small talk. He asked about Abe and I asked about his uncle. Both seemed to do going good. Many times Caleb was silent and just stared straight ahead. I couldn’t help but wonder if he was having second thoughts about what he was doing.
When he asked me about work at the furniture store, I wasn’t sure how to answer. I still had yet to tell anyone about what happened, but somehow telling Caleb didn’t feel right. Especially since the act that started it was Derek and I. And the camera. No. I could not tell Caleb. Maybe I should tell Derek.
“Work’s fine,” I answered. “Actually, I hate it. I might find another job.”
