{ASS}Feasting Anna {ViragoBlue}(MF, oral)
Virago Blue
erotic fiction. If you are below the legal age to be reading this, listen to
your mother and go away.
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author. That would be me, Virago Blue
Feasting Anna
(C)1999 by Virago Blue
"You're my best friend. Do you know that?" Anna said, gliding a finger over
the cool granite counter.
"You're my best friend, too." Seth replied, looking up from the avocado he
was slicing to smile at the top of Anna's wavy blond head. "He was wrong,
Anna. He could've at least pretended to be a man and explained how he felt."
Seth shook his head, angry that ‘the asshole' hurt his Anna. Dried tears still
showed on her beautiful face.
"I guess I didn't give good enough head." Anna straightened to her full
height, all of five feet two inches and pressed her hands into the small of her
back. She gracefully arched into a stretch, pressing her shoulder blades
together and thrusting her small breasts forward.
"C'mon, Anna, you deserve better. At least I think you do. Roddy was a
big-ass jerk. Remember last week when we all had dinner at Briars? He asked
the waitress for extra neutrons on his salad. What an idiot!" Seth caught his
breath as Anna innocently stretched. The ribbed fabric of the white tank top
she wore pulled across her pert breasts. He felt himself growing hard as his
eyes fell to the hardened points of her nipples straining against her shirt.
She wasn't wearing a bra.
"No way! Where was I?" Anna laughed as she snatched a slice of avocado from
the cutting board.
Seth playfully smacked her hand, smiling at the sound of her laugh. "You and
Megan were in the ladies room. And I swear, that's what he said. Roddy's a
couple of cans short of a six- pack, didn't you notice?"
Anna leaned her elbows on the granite-topped island unaware Seth could see
down the front of her shirt. Seth concentrated harder on the avocado. The
sight of her gentle swell of breasts disappearing into the softness of the
T-shirt was having an uncomfortable effect on him. Anna didn't need this right
now, she needed his undivided attention. She was hurting. So was he, but in a
different way. Now who was being a jerk?
Anna chewed and swallowed the slice of avocado, lost in thought. "Yeah, I
guess he was no Einstein but he could do things to me that—" Anna stopped
mid-sentence and smiled at Seth.
"Oh yeah? Tell me." Seth winked at Anna, his heart skipping a beat.
"I didn't know you were such a chef, Seth. I mean, all this food . . . it's
incredible." Anna picked up a bread stick and dipped it into the creamy
mixture in the food processor. She bit off the end of the bread stick and
chewed. The look on her face was indecisive and pleasant at the same time.
She swallowed and nodded at Seth, a smile in her eyes. "Fabulous. Sun-dried
tomatoes, basil and what else?"
"Um . . ." The question was innocent enough, it was just the way she used the
tip of her tongue to lick the flakes of bread stick from her lip. "Um, cream
cheese, cilantro and yogurt. Just wait until you see what else I'm cooking for
you. Nothing soothes a psyche quite like good food, eh?" He reached for his
wine glass and took a generous sip. "Now, don't change the subject. I'll bet
any man could make you feel just as good as or better than ol' Roddy the
nimrod." He poured raspberry sauce over fresh berries.
Anna nibbled the bread stick as she watched Seth prepare dinner. His hands
were large and pliant. He continued chopping and slicing, unaware of her
intense perusal. Her Bear, she affectionately named him as kids growing up in
the middle-class suburbs of Mobile. He was always so sweet, burly and cuddly.
Over the years he gradually changed from her stocky Bear to a tall,
athletically built man of unbelievable gentleness. Once she witnessed his
animal side as she passed the room at the beach cabin the group of them shared
every summer. He was thoroughly fucking his girlfriend, their combined grunts
and cries echoing throughout the empty cabin. They thought the cabin was
empty. Anna had come back in search of a CD for the beach party. Seth and
Gwen were having their own private party and Anna was a little jealous. She
was also very turned on by the sight of Seth's firm ass and broad shoulders
moving with each thrust into Gwen. She could still see the trickle of sweat on
his tanned back.
"Who would have thought my Bear was such a gourmet cook?" Anna teased. There
was something undoubtedly special about a man who loves to cook. A man who
loves to cook must be so willing to give and to please, the thought nearly made
her knees buckle. The same type of man would not feel threatened in any way by
being able to prepare a good meal and care for his children. Cradling a baby
in his large hands, loving it, sharing . . . What made her think about children
with Seth? He would just be great, that's all, she rationalized. He's
comforting me and I'm grateful. What a man. Anna's sigh was audible.
Seth craved her. He watched her mouth taste the sauce he drizzled over the
berries. As if in slow motion she touched the membrane of the glaze with a
fingertip and brought the treat to her mouth. She moaned. He imagined she
moaned in pleasure from what he was doing to her body. She was, in a sense.
"Mmmm....heavenly."
Yes.
He wanted to taste her buttery skin. He dreamed that he would start by
licking the soft and silky curves of her long dark lashes and slowly nibble a
path to the delicate pink arch of her foot. He would take his time, savoring
the saltiness of her skin, the silky feel against his lips and tongue. "Bear.
You haven't called me that in a while. And why not?" A tomato wedge flew
through the air and landed with a gratifying splat against Anna's upper chest
and slid down her shirt between her breasts. "And that's what happens when you
keep changing the subject on me." Seth smiled salaciously as Anna dug her hand
down her shirt to find the slimy tomato. Her fingers kept slipping from the
tomato and as she desperately grabbed for it she tugged the front of her shirt
so far down she exposed a perfect pink nipple.
Anna knew what she had done. She wanted him to see her as a woman, more than
best friends. She smiled as his cinnamon- colored eyes lifted from her breast
and gazed into her eyes. Just in time for her to return the tomato wedge.
"Ha! You know what this means, don't you? War, baby! Now, what was the
question?" Anna managed to say as she giggled at Seth's inability to catch the
tomato before she launched her half-eaten bread stick at him. Seth batted away
the bread stick but not before a shower of crumbs dusted his dark hair.
Seth grabbed a handful of sunflower kernels and stepped closer to Anna. "The
question was . . . what could nimrod do to your body that a real man couldn't
do better?" He smirked as she blushed, his tall body menacingly close.
Suddenly he grabbed the front of her T-shirt and sprinkled the sunflower
kernels over her breasts, adding to the sensation by laying his large hand on
her shirt and grinding the tiny kernels gently into her skin. His golden-brown
eyes never left her green ones.
Anna gasped as Seth reached for her shirt, his fingers brushing over the
sensitive mounds of flesh. She bit her lip and squirmed when he sprinkled the
sunflower kernels over them. She moaned softly when his hand lay on top of her
already sensitive breasts, knowing he felt her nipples harden. Something in
his demeanor changed at that moment. He looked at her with hunger and found
the same hunger looking back.
"A better man would kiss me with a feral passion."
Seth stood quite a bit taller than Anna. He raked a hand through his longish
black hair, cupping the back of her head with the other, drawing her close.
"Feral?" He followed the path the pink tip of her tongue took over her lips,
slowly matching it with his own tongue. Slowly he traced around her upturned
lips, stopping to place a soft kiss after each revolution. Both of his hands
skimmed down her back and settled on Anna's small waist. With a snarl he began
to kiss her harder, turning her to lean against the counter top, pressing his
body against hers. His kiss deepened, feeling the warmth of her open mouth,
tongues dancing, lips searching, whispering, tasting.
Seth broke the kiss long enough to tear the T-shirt from Anna. Kissing,
stroking, sliding his tongue down her neck, he followed the path the tomato
slice made to the dip between her breasts. He knelt in front of her, her
fingers digging into his hair. Seth lapped at the taste of tomato and sweat
between her breasts. His hand reached up to cup her pert breast. He flicked
at her hard nipples before licking and lapping at the dark pink nub. "What
else would a better man do?" Seth huskily whispered.
Anna was nearly speechless at the sensations Seth was building within her.
Her hips gyrated into his chest as he bit lightly at her nipple. His hands
were working their way down her waist, kneading her ass, his fingers touching
the curve of her ass which now hung out from her faded cut off shorts. He
worked his hands up under her shorts, pulling her hips closer to his chest.
"He . . . uh . . . he would touch me."
Seth's tongue found Anna's belly button, circling and circling while his
fingers felt the soft skin of her ass. He inhaled the scent of her skin,
sunshine and jasmine, and definitely sex. Her shorts were tight but Anna was
still able to unbutton them. He tugged them down her long suntanned legs.
Incredible. Fucking incredible, standing here, naked, totally exposed to
Seth. She watched as his lips lightly brushed over the blond hair crowning her
hot sex. His hands slid around to her thighs.
Velvety thighs and a sweet blond cunt. Heaven? Possibly better. He had yet
to see heaven and this had to be the next best thing. He slid his hands up the
insides of her thighs, gently guiding her legs apart. Seth lifted one of
Anna's legs and rested the back of her thigh on his shoulder. He growled in
pleasure when he felt her foot brushing against his back. His thumbs separated
her honeyed slit. His tongue flicked out and around her clitoris. He lapped
at her wet pussy, her juice already beginning to wet his chin. He buried his
tongue deep inside of her as she shook with the first orgasm.
Anna reached out for Seth, burying her hands in his hair, crying out his name
as his tongue and mouth coaxed such unbelievable feelings from her body. As
the orgasm began between her legs and spread up and out, she arched back and
gripped the counter top, white-knuckle riding the storm out.
"Oh, Seth." Anna met his beautiful eyes, flushed and fevered from their
encounter. She leaned back and closed her eyes for a moment.
"Anna?" Seth wondered if she was all right with what just happened,
especially so soon after her breakup with Roddy.
Anna straightened and looked down at Seth, hoping he understood the feeling
she wanted to convey. He is perfect, she thought.
Her legs were still weak from the intense orgasm and when she swayed slightly,
it was enough to knock the food processor crashing to the floor. The crash
startled Anna out of her euphoria. The broken appliance was the least of her
worries, though, when she saw Seth's old girlfriend pass by the kitchen window.
"It's Gwen! Seth, Gwen!" Anna squeaked, trying to untangle her leg from
Seth.
"Shit! What's she doing here?" Seth hissed. He helped Anna grab her clothes
and put them back on.
"I thought . . . " Anna began.
"We are . . . not together anymore." Seth answered, wiping his face with a
dishtowel.
"All right. . . just act natural. Shhhh . . . " Anna said, biting back a
giggle.
"I'll get rid of her." Seth said, smacking her ass seconds before Gwen opened
the door.
"I'm not done with you yet, mister." Anna said with a smirk under her breath.
Her eyes softened when Seth smiled back at her.
"We've just started." Seth said.
"Started what? Dinner? Ooooh . . . is Seth making you one of his satisfying
dinners?" Gwen asked Anna as she flitted into the kitchen with a bottle of
wine.
"Yes. Very satisfying." Anna replied with a sweet smile.
Seth winked as he passed Anna. He followed Gwen to the bar, taking the bottle
of wine from her. "Thanks, Gwen. I'll hang onto this since I already have a
bottle open. Want some?" He pointed to the open bottle of Chardonnay, his
eyes skimming over Anna in the process. He did a double-take, looking back at
Anna and froze.
Anna frowned, wondering what was wrong with Seth. His face changed suddenly,
half-laugh, half-fear. He was pointing at his shirt. Then he was pointing at
her. When Gwen turned to look back at Seth, he froze again, midpoint.
"Hmmm, sure. Maybe one glass while I sample some of this food. I swear,
Seth, being around you I've put on a little weight. You're such a great cook."
Seth looked at Anna over Gwen's head as Gwen began to pick through one of the
bowls with a bread stick. He signaled with his shirt again, his eyes widening
as Gwen turned back to the conversation.
"Mmmm, Seth. This is great. Anyway, I just came by with the wine and to let
you know that I got the job in Birmingham. I'll be leaving tomorrow to look
for an apartment and then I start working on the 30th." Gwen sipped her wine,
looking from Seth to Anna.
"Gwen, that's just . . . wonderful. Congratulations. I know this means a lot
to you. You've talked about this firm for a while." Seth was genuinely happy
for Gwen. He knew she loved her work. He was happy for himself, too. With
Gwen moving away, he had one less obstacle to get in the way of a relationship
with Anna. He reached for his wine glass, taking another gulp. He saw the
look on Anna's face-like a little girl caught with her hand in the cookie jar.
Finally, she figured out her shirt was on backwards.
Anna finally realized what Seth was trying to draw her attention to. Her hand
found the tag on the front of her shirt-- the tag that was supposed to be in
the back. Not only was her shirt on inside-out, but it was also on backwards.
"Yes. Congratulations, Gwen." Anna chimed in, carefully covering the tag
with her hand.
Gwen cheerfully handed Anna her glass of wine. "Thanks, y'all. I can't wait
to get--" Gwen had barely spoken the words when she noticed the food processor
on the floor, white smudges of cream cheese dotting Anna's legs, arms, neck as
well as Seth's clothing. Anna's clothes didn't have any splashes of cream
cheese. And her T-shirt was inside-out. And backwards.
"Oh, God. I've interrupted. Well, it's about time. I knew it would happen
sooner or later. You two are made for each other. Here . . . " Gwen toasted
the two and drained her glass. "What took you so long? I always knew you
loved her. Go for it, big guy. If I wanted to be with a woman, Anna would be
my first choice." Gwen winked at them both and hurried out the door, leaving
Seth and Anna speechless.
"Uh. . . thanks?" Anna answered, watching Gwen walk past the window again.
"Um . . . Gwen's always been blunt." Seth remarked.
"Big guy?" Anna snickered, stepping closer to Seth.
Seth shrugged nonchalantly. "Well, what can I say. " He wrapped his arms
around Anna, pulling her closer. His tongue teased the outside of her ear
before nibbling on her earlobe.
"Prove it." Anna laughed, scooping up another tomato slice. She squirmed
out of his grasp and lobbed the tomato slice at Seth, hitting him on the cheek.
His warm brown eyes gleamed wickedly as he reached for a spatula and the
bottle of olive oil. He chased Anna around the granite-topped island and down
the hall, waving the utensil menacingly in the air. "Dinner time." He yelled,
following her squeals into the bedroom.