Thoughts on an ever-evolving life

The BBQ – Chapter 10


As Rich made his way back to the bonfire, Scott came out of the house.  He noticed Rich heading to the fire with an armload of wood, and thought he would assist.  Unnoticed by Professor and Rich, he headed around the corner and through the wood room door.  He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Amelia hanging there.  She let out a gasp but quickly locked eyes with him and gave a small smile to reassure him.  He opened his mouth to speak, but she silenced him with a soft and gentle, “I am OK.  I promise,” and the coy smile grew slightly on her lips.  Without saying a word, he stepped further into the wood room and walked slowly past Amelia. He gathered a good load of wood in one arm and turned to exit.  As he walked past her again, he hesitantly reached with his free hand and lightly swept it across her breast.  With an even bigger smile on her face, Amelia whispered, “Thank you,” as he walked out the door.

Scott walked up to the fire pit and added his wood to the existing pile.  Professor and Rich shot frantic looks between each other.  Scott just smiled and said, “Thought I would help you out and grab some more wood.”

Professor gave a knowing but questioning smile and said, “Why thank you, Scott.”

Scott returned a slightly awkward smile of his own.  “No, Professor, thank you.  It was certainly my pleasure.” and the smile on his face doubled in size.


Amelia hung there waiting patiently, thankful that the mosquitoes weren’t out in earnest yet.  She could hear everyone laughing and talking around the fire.  She didn’t have to wait long before Professor came around the corner again, smiling at her as he stood in the doorway.  “Well, my pet, have you had your fill of hanging around?”  From the look on her face, he didn’t think she was as amused by his joke as he was.

He stepped up in front of her and reached to begin unbuckling her wrists, but he stopped, and brought his hands back down to his sides.  “Before I let you down, I need to check something.”  He ran his hand around her waist as he circled around to her back.  He squatted down so his face was level with her alabaster ass.  “Looky there, she is such a good listener.  It’s still right where I left it.”  She felt the plug in her ass begin to move in a circular motion.  Slowly and carefully, he pulled it out, pausing to reinsert it just once.  She experienced the sensation of its total removal, followed by a bit of relief that she had been able to adhere to his directions.  He began softly massaging and giving the lightest of kisses all over her bottom.  She began to breathe heavier and push her hips back to meet his mouth.  “No, no my love.  We have a party to get you back to.”  He gave her bottom a light swat and released the rope from the cleat on the wall, slowly lowering her arms.  He gently and lovingly unshackled her wrists and softly rubbed them in his very large hands.  He used his finger to tenderly lift her chin as he kissed her inviting lips.

There was nothing hot or fiery about this kiss.  This kiss was the connection between two people, two hearts and two souls.  When it broke, he handed her all her removed clothing and opened the door into the house and instructed, “My love, go inside and freshen up.  I will take care of all these toys.  And please hurry.  I need you next to me by the fire.  I am not complete without you.”  She gently kissed him again and went inside.  He closed the door and she ran through the house, anxious to return to him.

As the evening wore on, the guests slowly began to thin out.  There had been lustful glances and brush-by touches, but everyone had remained around the fire, enjoying the evening.  Finally, Professor and Amelia bid farewell to the last of their guests and locked the front door.  Rich was the only one that remained, he wouldn’t head for home until the morning.  Since his arrival was a surprise, Amelia quickly excused herself and readied the guest room for him.  The men poured themselves bourbon over ice, and retreated to the comfortable loungers on the deck.  When Amelia finally joined them, they were deep in a conversation about trees, lumber, and woodworking.  Both avid craftsmen, Professor decided he wanted to show Richard some of his latest wood projects.  He asked Amelia to join them.  All she really wanted to do was sit and put her feet up, but when he extended his hand to her, she knew she couldn’t refuse.  At the touch of his fingers, she tingled deep in her core, knowing the type of “wood projects” he had created in the past.  Not knowing what this latest creation might be, she felt fairly certain its use might revolve around her.


To be continued…

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