Chapter 35

There was someone in the tent and it wasn't Aaron. I screamed as the man pulled out a gun. I felt Aaron shaking me awake. I had only been dreaming.

The ride home from our camping trip seemed to take forever. I was anxious to get home and make us a nice dinner. I was so excited about this new feeling of happiness to be with Aaron. After telling him about Brad the night, I now felt at peace with things, and just genuinely happy about our relationship.
Aaron seemed to be feeling it to, as he drove, he asked, “So what are you planning on making us for dinner? You seem so excited about this.” He glanced at me and winked.
“I’m not sure. I was thinking that I might throw some pork chops on the grill, make some potatoes with rosemary and olive oil, along with some grilled asparagus and a nice bottle of white wine,” I said. I was licking my lips. Thinking that this would be a fantastic dinner.
“Sounds good to me. Do we need to stop at the store?” he asked glancing at me.
“Yeah, that would be great,” I said thinking of how thoughtful he was.
We stopped at the store, and he waited in the car as I ran in to get the ingredients for our dinner. I made my way through the fresh fruit and vegetables, selecting a package of fresh strawberries that looked delicious. All big, deep red, and plump full of luscious juices. I grabbed a bag of potatoes and some fresh asparagus before making my way to the bakery to get an angel food cake. I then reminded myself to get some whipped cream for a nice little dessert. I walked over to the meat counter and selected 4 large and thick pork chops to put on the grill. I was not sure how hungry Aaron was so better for me to be safe than sorry. Finally, I grabbed a can of whipped cream and headed to the front checkout counter. I was rounding the corner to head towards the cash registers when I saw Janelle walking arm in arm with Vincent. They looked so happy, as though the two of them had planned to have an evening much like Aaron and I.
I waved as Janelle caught sight of me and she waved back while dragging Vincent over to say hello.
“Hi there,” I said smiling at both. Janelle greeted me with a huge hug as she let go of Vincent’s arm.
“Hi,” Janelle said, standing back next to Vincent. He stood there smiling at the two of us and had on a cocky grin that made me wonder if Janelle had told him all about our encounters.
“Nice to see you again,” he said, smiling at me and looking me up and down. “Stop that,” Janelle said, hitting his arm.
“You are embarrassing her,” she said, as she saw the flush of embarrassment on my cheeks. I could feel the red-hot sear of embarrassment flushing across my face as I looked at the ground.
“OK, so obviously you know,” I said still staring at the ground.
“Yep, she told me everything, very erotic details,” he said with a chuckle.
“All right. Well, I need to get going, I’ll talk with you later Janelle,” I said, making my way towards the cashier.
Janelle laughed and slapped his arm again, saying, “OK, have a nice night!”
I paid for the items I had selected and exited the building as quickly as I could. Walking swiftly, I opened the back passenger door of Aaron’s car and set the bags on the seat. Then I opened the front door and slid onto the seat. Once inside I exhaled loudly as I put on my seatbelt.
“What’s wrong babe?” Aaron asked, concerned.
“Oh nothing. I just saw a friend and her new boyfriend. She embarrassed me in front of him and I turned red and ran out,” I said, with a slight chuckle.
“OK, let’s get going I’m very excited to make dinner,” I said, trying to change the subject as Aaron drove out of the parking lot and towards my house.
I sat wondering, as we drove, what Janelle might have told Vincent. It was quite embarrassing having my sexual encounters known by another person. I questioned if Vincent even knew about Adrina, the other woman that Janelle and I had a morning adventure with a few months ago. When we arrived at my house, Aaron carried in the bags of groceries and our suitcases.
Grabbing the bags from him, I headed into the kitchen to create a marinade for the pork chops and to slice up the potatoes. I unpacked the groceries as Aaron carried our suitcases upstairs. I was thinking about our happiness as I moved about the kitchen, making preparations for our dinner. After the pork chops were marinating and the potatoes were ready, I cut up the strawberries for dessert and put some olive oil and garlic over the asparagus. I put everything back in the fridge to marinate and meld the flavors to throw on the grill in about an hour. I washed my hands and walked into the living room where Aaron was sitting on the couch, quietly looking through a hot rod magazine. I looked at the magazine in his hands and had not even realized that it was one of Brad’s old magazines.
“Hey, babe,” he said looking up at me. “Want me to start the grill?” he asked, as he gazed at me.
“Not yet. We have about an hour or so,” I said, sitting down next to him. He set the magazine on the end table and turned to me.
“What do you want to do until then?” he asked, with a mischievous grin.
“Oh, I can think of a few things, Officer Jansen,” I said with a grin, as I grabbed his hand and stood up off the couch.
“Oh, Miss Layley. Have you been speeding?” Aaron asked with stern voice. We walked up the stairs as I answered, “of course not Officer Jansen,” in a fake, scared voice.
He laughed as we walked into the bedroom. “Do you have any concealed weapons Miss Layley?” he asked, as he pushed me against the wall.
He placed my hands high up in the air against the wall. “Stand here and don’t move Miss,” he said, in a stern voice.
I heard him walk over and unzip his suitcase, I could hear the jingle of something metal as I stared at the wall before me. I was now wondering what Aaron had in store for me. I felt his hands sliding up my arms and pressing my own hands firmly against the wall.
Then he whispered in my ear. “I am going to check and see if you have any weapons. Stand still with your legs apart,” he said, as he pushed my legs shoulder width apart with his foot.
He ran his hands down my arms and over to my chest, caressing my breasts lightly. Then his fingers caressed my sides and stomach lightly and moved back up to my breasts. “I need to make sure to check you thoroughly,” he said with a chuckle, as one of his hands went to the button on my jeans, and the other cupped my mound through the material, pushing slightly with his fingers.
I leaned my head back into him. When my jeans were unbuttoned and the zipper down fully, he slid them off my hips and let them fall to the floor. Both his hands slid up and down my ass cheeks, which were fully exposed due to the black thong that I had decided to wear. His fingers gliding lightly over my smooth backside felt wonderful. His hands traveled over my hips and around to the front, touching my mound lightly, searching for any exposed weapons. A little thrill of excitement began to build in my abdomen, and I felt my slit growing wetter during his exploration and search of my body. His hand traveled between my legs feeling along my thong until he was lightly caressing my swollen moist lips. His hand slid further under the material to touch the entrance to my womanhood with his finger. He removed his hand after lightly caressing for a moment.
Using both hands he lifted my shirt up over my head, put my arms straight up in the air, and then back onto the wall behind me. I felt his hands feathering over the flesh along my shoulders and down my back until he unhooked my bra, slid it off my shoulders and tossed it to the ground. He hooked onto my thong with two of his fingers and slid it down my hips and to the floor to lie on top of my pants. I stepped clear of my pile of clothing and repositioned my legs, shoulder width apart. He knelt behind me, feeling up and down each leg slowly caressing my soft skin. He brought his hands high up my legs and cupped my butt cheeks, lightly massaging my flesh. His hands pushed to spread my ample cheeks slightly and slip a finger inward to massage my anus. I felt his finger delicately touching the puckered skin, pushing softly with the tip until he stopped to feel the muscles of my butt hole clenching around his finger.
He removed his finger and slid it down between my legs, touching the soft flesh of my swollen lips. My sex opening was hot with desire and slick with moisture that was now coating his finger. I felt a thrill of excitement rocket through my body as I felt him dip a finger into my honeyed sheath. His finger probed deeper, gently pushing from side to side, feeling the walls of my feminine folds. He removed his finger and inserted another, plunging deep into me again and again, until I was leaning against the wall panting in desire. I felt my feminine muscles begin to tremble and quiver beneath his touch, and he was pushing upward, against my g spot, with each thrust. I began to climax and when I went over the edge, my opening coated his fingers in a sheen of juices. He slowly removed them and stood up, running his hands up the naked flesh on my back.
I heard a tinkling of metal and what sounded like the cocking of a gun…