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The lights of the Ferris Wheel could be seen for blocks away. She parked her car in the grassy field, got out and locked her door. It had been six years since she had attended the Centerville Carnival. Last time had been one year after her graduation from high school. Those were wild days that seemed like a lifetime ago. Nervously she smoothed her long skirt and wrapped her sweater around her waist. She had to force herself to settle down. The sun setting in the west colored the sky a dusky rose. Families milled around devouring cotton candy and popcorn. Brightly colored balloons floated above children's heads, secured their tiny wrists to prevent the inevitable tears when the distractions caused the balloon's escape. Allison automatically smiled at the faces that passed by her. As a teacher she had learned the response well, but it was empty. Her stomach still clenched tight; she steeled herself for what might be coming. She wasn't thinking about rides and games and food right now. She thought about that one July night spent with a good-looking carnie six years ago.
"Come on. Don't you want to try it?" "I don't know, Allison. It looks sort of scary." "The Zipper? We'll be fine. Look, those little kids can handle it." Wendy held the railing in a death grip and watched the cages of people fly upside down and twirl in circles. "Besides, with a good-looking guy like that running the ride how could we go wrong? Look at those dark eyes." Wendy looked to her right to check him out. "I don't know," she stammered. Allison pulled Wendy by the arm toward him. "Hi. Would you tell her that this ride is safe? Smiling at her he answered, "Sure." Then turning to Wendy he deadpanned, "This ride is safe." Playfully she slapped him on the shoulder. "Oh, come on. That's not much help." He laughed then. "I tell you what. I'll take it easy on you and won't open it up to full throttle." "You heard the man Wendy. We'll be fine." "You promise to take it easy?" "Sure. And if you want off, just yell my name, Jared. With everyone screaming it's hard to tell who is having fun or who's going to throw up." Wendy finally relented and they got into line to board the ride. The ride slowed to a stop and Jared went to help two young teenagers out of the their cage and waited for Allison and Wendy to get in. Softly he cupped his hand over Allison's firm bottom as she stepped up. She smiled flirtingly at him over her shoulder as she sat down. Leaning closer to Allison who sat on the outside, he pulled the safety bar down tight across their laps. She could smell him, a faint smell of aftershave along with sweat and diesel fuel. An interesting combination. He placed his hand on her knee and smiled up at them. "You two will be fine, but call for me if you're not," he reminded. They offered tickets, but he just shook his head. "This one's on me." Then he closed and latched the door. "I think he likes you," Wendy teased. "He is pretty cute. I wouldn't mind finding out what's under that t-shirt and tight fitting jeans." She watched him as he guided the next cage to the loading area and helped a woman and small boy into their cage. "You're awful. You can get any guy you want, can't you? One of these days your flirting is going to get you in trouble. Just watch." "Maybe." She smiled. He was about her age. Jared's dark wavy hair ended just above his shoulders. Muscular arms worked the levers and brakes of the ride. At least he was clean. Some of the carnie workers she'd seen were just disgusting. Greasy clothes and greasy hair, with smiles that leered at her as she passed. She knew she was good looking. Maybe a bit skinny, but good looking just the same. Boyfriends came and went and now was one of her single times. She hadn't had a steady in a long time, but that had been by choice. Who needed to be tied down to one guy when there were so many around willing to let her sample them? The ride lurched and Allison let out a whoop of joy. "Hold on," he yelled. The Zipper started to go around faster and Wendy held on tight as their cage began to spin. The world tipped upside down again and again and Allison totally let go and threw her arms in the air as she squealed her delight. Wendy was not quite as adventurous, but she was at least smiling. Finally the ride slowed. They should have been the first to get off, but Jared passed them and went to the next cage. Gently they rose from level to level until they reached the top. All around they could see thousands of people walking through the lights of the midway. The calliope music from the merry-go-round drifted across the night air. She could smell the charcoal grills and roasting corn. Her mouth started to water. Gently their cage moved again until they were lowered toward the ground. Again her eyes searched out Jared. He was pretty cute, and his low slung jeans hugged his thighs quite nicely. Her mind wandered to what it would be like to peel that T-shirt from his body and run her hands over his chest. "Hello? Did you hear what I said?" Wendy's voice broke through her thoughts. "What do you think?" "About what?" "Do you want to get something to eat?" Answering somewhat absentmindedly, "Yes, that sounds great." "Looks like your lover boy is leaving." "What lover boy?" She denied. "Mr. Studly Jared," Wendy flatly answered. "Oh." Allison tried to hide her disappointment as she watched a very stereotypical carnie take the place of Jared. "Let's get some sweet corn." Finally off the ride, they headed for the concession area and ordered two cobs of corn, dripping in plenty of butter and salt. The laughed at each other as they nibbled on the corn. "My God, Wendy, I'm a mess. I need a napkin." "Here, let me help." Allison turned to find Jared standing by her side, napkin in hand. He reached over and slowly wiped it over her lips. Involuntarily her tongue darted out to moisten them again. "I'll catch up with you later Allison. Just remember what I said." Hastily Wendy made her exit. Blushing she tried to gather her thoughts. "Thank you," she answered. "You're welcome. Don't worry, I wasn't exactly stalking you. I had just been filling in for Slim on the Zipper. That's what I do. I give the others breaks so that they can rest or eat. After running the rides or their games for hours on end it's nice to get away for a while. "Are you on you way to relieve someone else now?" "Yes. It will be the last one for the evening. Want to come along?" Coyly she looked at the ground. "That depends on two things." "What?" "The first is where are you going to next, and the second is if you really want me to." He smiled then. "My last stop is easy. It's a booth run by Crazy Jo where the marks, that's the customers, try to break balloons with darts. The second thing is an unnecessary condition. I wouldn't have asked if I didn't really want you join me." "I know. Just double-checking," she answered. "Well then, come on. I have to warn you about Crazy Jo though. She's really not as odd as she seems. She's a bit rough around the edges though. Also, don't worry about her dog." Now she started to reconsider. What was she thinking she was doing gallivanting all over the carnival with a complete stranger? They made their way through the crowds to the dart booth passing more food vendors and a few kiddy games that were almost deserted due to the late hour. Allison considered herself to be a bit on the crazy side, but Crazy Jo was an imposing woman to look at. Fire red, wild hair framed her face with harsh make-up, which emphasized her large eyes. A skin tight pair of hot pink jeans slung low on her hips left her pierced belly button exposed below her gold lame cropped muscle shirt. The large tattoo of a heart with a crow flying through it was prominently displayed on her left shoulder. Sitting next to her stool where she sat was a small salt and pepper colored dog which appeared to be sleeping, oblivious to the outside world. "Just hold on a second until she can control her dog. It's very protective of its space. Jo and I are usually the only ones it allows up there." "Okay," she hesitated. Jared walked around to the back and whipped open the door. The dog was immediately awake and barking frantically. "Killer, it's only me. Come over here." Jo released its tether and the dog bounded into Jared's outstretched arms and promptly covered his face with licks. Jared scratched and pet the dog that's tail was whipping back and forth. "Killer, there's someone I'll like you to meet." He motioned for her to enter. "Killer, this is Allison." Tentatively, she offered her open palm, which the dog sniffed, then immediately licked. "Sweet corn butter. I'll have to remember that next time I need to calm a dog." The dog wriggled in his arms and he handed it over to Allison. "Looks to me like my dog is getting soft. Some protector she is." Joe gruffed and stuck out her hand. "My name is Jo. For some reason they call me Crazy Jo. It's probably because I'm crazy to be still blowing up balloons for a living." "It's nice to meet you." She grasped the outstretched hand. "I'm Allison." "Likewise. Well, I'm outta here. I'll be back in an hour. I'll expect enough balloons blown up by the time I get back to last me the morning, Jared. No slacking, especially since you have a helper. Killer, keep them in line." The dog barked in response. "Think you can handle blowing up the balloons?" "Oh, I think so." She smiled. "I've been told I have a great set of lungs." "I can see that." His eyes drifted down the length of her body, pausing at where her breasts stretched the material of her blouse. "Lungs are not the only things you have a great set of." "Really? Like what?" He smiled devilishly at her. "You have a really nice set of....ear lobes. Funny that nobody's pointed that out to you." She laughed and flipped her long brown hair over her shoulder. "Is that right?" "Yes. In fact they look almost good enough to eat." With that he leaned over and nipped at her lobe and then gently sucked it into his mouth. Hearing giggles, she opened her eyes to find two young girls standing there watching them. "Better get to work or Jo will get after you," she pointed out. "You too. By the way, next to the chair is an air hose. Use that. Wouldn't want you to get all winded." He wiggled his eyes at her and turned to the girls. For the next hour Allison alternately filled balloons and pet Killer while Jared expertly dealt with the marks. Joe returned and they were free to go. Jared took her hand in his and they walked through the crowd. "What would you like to do now?" "Actually I do have an idea or two." She knowingly smiled at him. "Come with me." They continued through the thinning crowd and headed up the hill away from the carnival itself. When they reached the summit Allison sat down and pulled him down beside her on the mossy grass. "How did you now about this place?" "Well, when I was younger the city would hold teen dances in the same pavilion that the band is playing in now. Let's just say that when I attended the summer dances I didn't always stay there." "Ah. Understood. And what did you do when you were up here? Care to show me?" "Show and tell? Is that what you want to play?" She slid into his arms. "Do you have a steady girl?" Wrapping his arms tightly around her he nipped at the base of her neck. "No. It's sort of hard to do that if you moving from town to town every week. How about you?" She turned her head toward him bringing her lips within inches of his. "No. I haven't had a steady in a while. I'm pretty free spirited and I don't like to be tied down. Since my graduation from high school last year, I've been just traveling around seeing the sights. It was a gift from my Daddy. I'm having too much fun and I don't have the time for a relationship." "Is that the way you like things? No strings attached?" "Yes," she whispered in a husky voice. Her mouth captured his, taking him by surprise. Her hands snaked through his hair as she tried to press her breasts against him. Pushing him to the ground she squirmed along the length of his body. He wrapped his hands around her hips and ground his hardening cock into her warmth. She moaned into his mouth and slipped her tongue between his lips to explore the depths. At last when they had no choice but to come up for air. "Want to see something that I tried for the first time on this very hill?" "Sure, as long as you tell me along with the show." She rolled off him and knelt by his side. Unbuttoning his fly expertly she pulled on his jeans as he lifted his hips. Then she slipped her fingers into the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down also, relieving the constricting material from covering his penis. It sprang forth proudly. "Very nice. Take them off," she ordered. He did as he was told, and then she did just what she had wanted to do earlier. She pulled his t-shirt over his head. He lay there naked in the moonlight as she ran her hands over his chest and down to his waist. "Join me?" "Yes sir." She stood and stepped out of her leather sandals then slid her own designer jeans from her hips. Her blouse followed. Proudly she posed for him. "Do you like?" No everyday cotton covered her private parts. Shiny, expensive, red satin molded to her breasts and a tiny wisp of lace partially covered the darkened patch between her legs. He sat up and pulled her in front of him, burying his nose in the juncture and deeply inhaling. He nipped at her stomach while he stroked his fingers along the length of the legs, over her calves, up her thighs and out to her hips. Carefully he hooked his fingers in the elastic. Snap! "Ouch!" She exclaimed. He kneaded the sting from her hip and chuckled as he lapped at her inner thighs. Slowly he rolled the fabric down. Her scent was getting stronger as he probed farther with his nose. Reaching up he stoked his roughened fingers across the silky fabric of her bra. The material slightly snagged against his calluses as he grate them back and forth across her hardening nipples. Gently he cupped and kneaded her breasts in his hands. She reached back and unhooked the clasp and let the satin slide from her arms. White triangular patches from time spent lounging in the sun glowed in the darkness. "Are you going to tell me?" "Oh, about what I did? Right. Sorry. You distracted me." She pushed him back down to the grass and knelt beside him again. Reaching over, she slid her hand up his thigh and pushed his legs apart. Gently she cupped his balls and stroked her manicured fingernails over them. "I was 15 at the time. There was a boy there that I really liked." She continued to slide her hand up and over his cock. "Eventually we ended up here and he wanted me to suck his cock. I had heard of things like that before, but it sounded sort of gross, and yet very dirty. Finally after making out for a while he convinced me. But, I made him promise he'd never tell anyone that I did it." She continued jacking her hand up and down on his cock, pulling it and playing with the head. "That first time was very weird. Feeling the texture of that slick skin sliding between my lips was strange, but the guy seemed to be enjoying it. I stroked his cock as I slid it in and out of my mouth. It didn't take long and he was panting and holding my head. I wanted to pull away from him but he wouldn't let me. He just held my head right there and then he came in my mouth." She chuckled, remembering. "I almost gagged right then. Talk about a mood breaker. Since then I've gotten better at it and now I love to do it." She gave him a devilish grin. "What you're doing now feels pretty good, but if you want to prove how good you've gotten at it, go ahead." She looked him in the eye and slowly moved closer to his cock. Stopping to spread the drop of wetness he had produced across the head with her thumb, "You would like me to put your cock in my mouth?" "Oh, yes. Do it." Kneeling next to him and bracing her hand between his legs, she bent over and licked the very tip, tasting him for the first time. Sliding her tongue across the tip making it slick with her saliva she then licked the sensitive underside of his head. He moaned his appreciation, as did she. Finally she slipped his cock between her wet lips and slowly slid it all the way into her mouth. Briefly she hesitated, just letting his cock fill her mouth; the warmth wrapped around it. Yes, she enjoyed this. She started to pull it from her lips, almost all the way out and when as his hips rose up to meet her, she took him back in. Over and over she slowly tortured him. She continued to play her tongue up and down the length of him. "Oh, yes. You have gotten good at this." He pulled at her hip bringing her legs closer to him. His hand went between her cheeks over her puckered hole and down to her dampened curls. Slipping his fingers lower he dipped them into her wet folds and stroked them back and forth. He then started fucking her with his thumb while continuing to massage her clit with his other wet fingers. She moaned around his cock and pushed back against his hand. "You like that?" She moaned again. "Come here. I'll show you something that I enjoy." He pulled again at her leg, maneuvering her so that she straddled his face and lay across his body. Her breasts pressed against his stomach and she wrapped her arms around his legs. He pulled her pussy close to his mouth, probing first with his nose and then with his tongue. Her scent wrapped around him, making him want to taste her. He nibbled and sucked at the juncture of her thighs. Then he pulled her lips apart with his fingers, and sank his tongue into her as deep as it would go. Her movement on his cock started to speed up, making the tension in him rise. "Slow down," he gently ordered. "Relax or this will be over before it starts. Just feel what I'm doing to you." He lapped at her lips with his tongue using long strokes, as he tasted her fluids. Drawing his tongue lower he brushed it across her clit. She ground against his tongue moaning even as she continued to suck him. Slowly he inserted one and then another finger into her tight cunt pressing down against the wall of her pussy. He moved his fingers, gently rocking them in and out while he continued to lick at her clit. She pressed even harder onto his fingers and against his tongue. Gripping his cock with her hand she pulled it from her mouth. "Oh God. Yes, Jared. Yes, just like that. Oh...Oh, God, yes." Her orgasm over took her and her wetness freely flowed. He lightened up on the pressure until she was under control. When she was, he removed his fingers and slid them up between her ass cheeks then cupped and kneaded their softness. Carefully she sat up and slid down his chest to rest on his lower stomach. His cock stood straight up, inviting. She grasped it in her hand, pushed her pelvis forward and pressed it against her matted hair. She rocked back and forth, fucking the space between. "Allison put my cock in you. I want to feel you coming on my cock like you did on my fingers. Yes, just like that. Just slide forward." She did as he asked. She moved farther down his body, leaned forward and put her weight on his legs. Then she raised up and guided his cock to her opening. It slid between her folds easily, sinking deeper and deeper into her. Sitting up she forced him into her as far as he could go. He grasped her hips and raised her up a bit and then pulled her back against him. She started the rhythm that had been long ago learned. Slowly she increased the speed and force of her movements, the sexual pressure between their two bodies building. He wet his thumb and again slid it between her cheeks, gently pressing it against her backside. "Oh, God. This feels great." She kept up the movement. One hand played with the nipple of her right breast, slightly pinching it and rolling it between her fingers. The other slipped between their legs and she massaged his balls, pulling them up against their bodies. Then she started to play with her clit while she continued the fucking motion. "Oh, yes. Oh God, yes. I'm gonna come again Jared. I'm gonna come." She rose to meet him in a moment of uncontrolled passion. He removed his hand and gripped her hips harder and forced his cock into her depths. Her muscles gripped and pulled. "Me too. Yeah, oh, yeah baby." He ground himself against her, spreading his legs and lifting her off the ground as he pumped his seed deep within her. When he relaxed, she pulled herself shakily off his cock and lay down beside him in the damp grass. He kissed the moisture on her forehead as he folded her within his arms waiting for their breathing to return to normal. "That was absolutely incredible." He spoke the statement when he could sufficiently fill his lungs with air. She moaned against his chest as she licked and nipped at it. "Yes, it was," she agreed and as she thought about it she realized she wasn't lying. It had been. There was just something special about it this time, with this guy. "I'd say that you've learned a bit since that time up here on the hill." "Just a little bit." She smiled into his chest. "How long are you going to be here?" "Tomorrow night we pack up and head on down the road." "Oh, that soon?" She tried not to sound too disappointed, even though she was. "Yes. We almost always pack up on Sunday night." "Then I'll probably never see you again." An unexpected and unexplainable sadness was creeping in. "Maybe, maybe not. If things go as I have planned I'll have saved enough money by then end of this summer to buy a stand of my own. Hopefully things will keep growing and some day I'd like to own my own show. And a fine show it will be. What about you? What are your plans?" "Right now, I'm not sure. Dad said it was okay for me to take off for a year and travel, but he expects me to go to school in the fall. I haven't even decided which school I want to go to, or what I want to go for. But I'm sure if I really didn't want to Daddy would let me travel some more. He makes sure I get what ever I need or want. Drives my mother crazy, but I'm definitely Daddy's little girl." "Ah, and spoiled rotten," he chuckled. "Afraid so," she agreed. She shivered as the night air gently blew across her naked body, still damp from their heated coupling. "We better get you dressed before you catch your death." "I doubt if I will, but you're right. It's getting late, and Wendy's probably worried about me." She sat up and looked down the hill. "Look, almost all the lights have been turned off." "There's enough moonlight to find our way back." He sat up and they started dressing without words. Silently they walked hand in hand back down to the carnival. It was deserted now except for a few workers closing up their trailers. They stopped on the edge of the midway between the tattoo parlor and the haunted house. Turning her into his arms he pulled her close. He brushed his lips against hers, then gently covered her mouth. This kiss was surprisingly gentle, almost loving. It was hard to believe this was the same man who had so recently ravaged her other thick lips. Raising his mouth from hers, he gazed into her eyes. She had given herself so freely to him. "You are one amazing girl, and don't let anyone tell you differently. I know I hardly know you, but I can feel it. You can accomplish anything you put your mind to. You've got confidence and that's very sexy." "Thank you. Maybe I'll meet up with you again some time." "I'd like that very much." He kissed her again then and they pulled themselves apart. He stood rooted to the spot as she turned and walked away. Head held high she never looked back.
As she neared the midway her determination faltered. What if he wasn't here? What if he is, but doesn't remember me? What if he's married by now? She continued to stroll through the crowd, nodding at a few people, she checked each tender of the booths as she went. Things somehow seemed brighter, cleaner. Fresh paint covered many of the booths and trailers. Newer rides had been added too. And she noticed that many of the workers were clean and wearing matching t-shirts. As she neared the end of the second row of games she found the booth that she recognized. Wondering, she stepped off to the side and slowly moved closer to get a better view. Sure enough. Normal jeans and a matching t-shirt that covered her telltale tattoo were not enough to hide the things that Allison remembered the most. With wild red hair and still a bit gaudy make-up, Crazy Jo sat filling her balloons with air. Allison couldn't help but to smile to herself. Slowly she approached the front of the game. Jo's eyes glanced at her. "Hey, little lady, like to take a chance? There's a prize under every balloon." Allison's smiled at her then and couldn't help but to check to see if Killer still occupied her appointed spot. It was empty. Sadness filled her and she looked back at Jo. "Sure. Wouldn't be the first foolish thing I've done in my life." Jo dug in her pouch and pulled out three darts and Allison handed her two dollars. Jo hesitated before she handed over the darts. "I remember you. You were the girl that was with Jared that one night. It's been a while since you've around here." Allison stared at her in astonishment. "You remember me?" "Of course I do. You're the only girl Jared has ever had tag along with him. She stood there blank, amazed, and badly shaken. "Really?" "Yep." Jo search the area over by her chair. "Killer's been gone, two years now. Don't have the heart to replace her." "I'm sorry to hear about that. Seems you two got along quite nicely." "Yep." She seemed lost in sad thought for a moment. "Well you gonna throw them darts?" "Oh. Yes, I guess." She had totally forgotten their existence. With a none too practiced arm she let them fly. Luck was with her and she popped one. "Let's see." Jo peeled the remains of the popped balloon from the pin and checked the tag. "Looks like your lucky day. It's a jumbo. Pick anything from the top row." She studied the animals that were sitting on the shelf and one in particular caught her eye. Two identical brown and white teddy bears intertwined in each other's arms. "That one," she pointed. Jo reached up and hauled down the bundle. "Very nice taste. That's one of my favorites." She hesitated as she handed it over to Allison. "Have you seen Jared yet?" "Not yet, but that's one of the reasons why I came tonight. I wanted to see if he was here." "Oh, he's here all right. Matter of fact, he'll probably be right here shortly. Why don't you stick around for a bit? There've been some changes since you were here last." "Really? Like what?" Her curiosity was getting the better of her. "Did he ever tell you that his father owned this whole showcase?" "No," she quietly answered, letting that thought sink in. She remembered him saying that some day he wanted to own his own show. "Well, three years ago his father done up and died of a heart attack. Left him the whole kit and caboodle along with all the headaches. He's done a right fine job of turning things around. It's a pleasure to work here again." "Jo." The male voice took her by surprise. "Who are you running off at the mouth to? You'd think I was a god or something." Allison turned and faced him for the first time in six years. He stared, complete surprise on his face. "Allison?" She smiled at him then, shaking her head in affirmation. He stepped forward and totally surprised her by scooping her up and swinging her around. Her peals of laughter joined excitedly with his. Gently he set her back on the ground. "Boy do you look good. Filled out in all the right places," he teased. Embarrassed, she blushed. She had been a skinny little girl when he saw her last and now her womanly figure had filled out. She wasn't overweight, but now she had curves and padding in all the right places. "Hold on one second." Turning to Jo he asked, "Everything going all right tonight? Have any trouble with anyone?" "Just one punk. But I put him in his place." "I bet you did. Mind if I don't hang around chitchatting tonight?" "Not at all, boss." "I'll never get used to that." He turned to Allison. "Want to walk?" Her nervousness was starting to return but she agreed. They walked up and down the midway with him saying hi to people along the way. They all seemed to like him. "So tell me, how have you been? What have you been doing with your life?" He watched her as he asked the questions. "Well it seems both of our lives have changed considerably since we were together last." She wasn't ready to discuss her past so she steered the conversation away from herself. "Looks like you finally got your dream. I'm sorry to hear about your father." "I never anticipated it happening. He was only 56 years old. Had a heart attack while helping to set up one of the rides. He and I had had our differences. I had ideas on how things could be made better around here and he didn't agree. That was why I was intending to build up my own business, so I could run things the way I thought they should have been. When he died it was hard on everyone here. We're like one big family. So when I found myself in the position of new owner we all sat down and I asked everyone for his or her input on how they thought things could improve. Luckily the changes have improved not only the business, but also the attitude of everyone involved." She scanned the scene before her. "Everything looks great. And you're right. Everyone looks like they're happy to be here." "We do have some more plans for it, but until we find the right person for the job that part has been put on hold." They walked along in comfortable silence, both of them enjoying the company. Finally she worked up her nerve. "Can you leave for a bit?" She asked. "Yes. Where would you like to go? Aren't we a bit old for the hill?" She blushed again, remembering their lovemaking. "How about going to my place? Not for what you're thinking," she smiled. "Just to get away and catch up." "Sure. Give me a minute." She watched as he walked over to the man who was running the Scrambler. He still wore his jeans nicely, but he too had filled out over the years. He was no longer a gangly boy, but now he was a man. His dark, thick hair gleamed in the lights. As he continued to give instructions she could see the confidence he had in his abilities in the way that he held himself. She could also see it in the reaction of the man he was speaking to, respect. In no time he was at her side. "Lead the way." They drove down the main street in Centerville; it's reproduction gaslights showing the way. They talked about the city and where he had most recently been. Turning off the main street she went about a block and then turned into a driveway. "How long have you lived here?" The brick two story older home loomed before him in the darkness. "In August it will be a year." Getting out he walked around the car and up the steps following her. The flowers in the flower boxes that flanked the steps seemed to glow in the moonlight. Parked next to the stairs were a pair of kid's bikes. A small alarm went off in his head, but he tried to ignore it. She unlocked the door and flipped on the foyer light as she entered. "Come on in. Can I get you something to drink? I don't have much. I might have a beer, but I can't guarantee how old it is. I know I have a couple of wine coolers, or perhaps some lemonade?" "A wine cooler would be nice." "Make yourself at home. Living room is that way." She pointed off to the right. He flipped on the light switch as he entered the room and dimmed the light. A small brick fireplace was the focal point. The furniture looked comfortable. It was clean and neatly decorated. For some reason he expected more. Maybe it was the reminder of her being Daddy's little girl that he expected it to be fancy. Everything was in its place. Children's books were stacked neatly on the coffee table. Another alarm sounded. He never thought to ask if she was married or if she had kids. In the excitement of seeing her again he just had not thought about it. Pictures were scattered across the mantle, but before he had a chance to look she was back. She placed the wine coolers on the table along with a couple of wineglasses and poured. "Please, sit down." He did then, just slightly off center on the sofa. He patted the seat next to him and she joined him. "Either you have a lower I.Q. than I thought, or I take it you have kids?" He pointed to the books. "Oh." She was taken slightly off guard. "Yes, I have two." "So much for your free spirit and no responsibility, huh?" She took a sip of the cooler. "Yes. A lot has happened since you last saw me." "Are you married?" "No. Never have been." "Tell me about them," He urged. "Well, their names are Patrick and Christopher or Pat and Chris as I call them for short. They are identical twins and I love them with all my heart." Her eyes misted slightly and he could feel her emotion. He knew she did love them. "Twins? Wow. What about their father? Does he have anything to do with the kids, like does he help you support them?" This was getting tricky. "No. He never even knew they existed." Playing with the label on the bottle she paused, choosing her words carefully. "I guess at the time I found out I was pregnant my whole world turned upside down. I have to admit I was a spoiled rotten child. I didn't want to grow up, so of course I went crawling to my parents. I know the decision was hard for them, but they told me that this was something that only I could deal with. They would help me get things covered to begin with, but taking care of the babies and my life was now my responsibility. By the time the twins were born I had moved into my first apartment. I swallowed my pride and applied for state assistance. Thankfully they had a program that would provide childcare while I went to school. I applied for every scholarship, grant, and loan I could get my hands on and was able to finish up my schooling. Believe it or not, I now teach right here in Centerville. I teach math, reading, and history to 5th graders." She smiled at her accomplishment. "That is amazing. I remember that night so long ago when I told you that you could accomplish anything. I just knew you could." "I remember that night like it was yesterday. And I've heard those words many a time. Thank you. You believed in me and didn't even know me. Those words got me through some pretty tough times. I'm not complaining about what I went through. It was my decision to go through it by myself. A prideful one, I admit. I had something to prove to myself and to those who knew me. I had to prove that I could make it. But as the years have gone by, I've realized that it was also a selfish decision." He thought about all that she had gone through. All of a sudden he had a thought that clenched his chest. "Did you love their father?" "I loved him, though I didn't realize it at the time we were together." She paused, warring with herself. Then, as if she had made some monumental decision, she stood up. "Want to see a picture of them?" "The twins? Of course." He leaned forward on the sofa as she got up and plucked a double frame from the mantle. She returned and carefully handed it over to him. She sat next to him, closer than before and appeared to hold her breath. He took the gold, metal frame gently in his big hands and gazed upon her children. He stared in fascination. What he saw were the joyous smiles and dark eyes not very much unlike the eyes that he saw in the mirror each day. His younger reflections looked back at him. "Allison, how old are the twins?" His heart was pounding so hard in his chest he knew he must have been feeling what his father had been feeling at the time of his heart attack. "Five. They'll be six in April," she quietly answered. He closed his eyes as the realization of what had happened sunk in. "Allison, why didn't you tell me?" She took a deep breath and started to talk. "Like I said, initially I was scared. I didn't know what to do. I didn't even know what your last name was." She was forcing back the tears, but had to go on. "Jared, I felt like I had been such a slut when I was with you. We'd only known each other for a couple of hours before we had sex. I know I could have come looking for you the next year at the Carnival, but by then the twins had been born and I was determined that I could take care of this mess I got myself into on my own." "Every year when the Carnival rolled around I wanted to come tell you, but I remembered your dreams too." By now the she had lost the battle and the tears were flowing freely. "I also remembered that you had your plans. I didn't want to take that away from you. I didn't want you to feel we were your responsibility and have to give up those dreams. But as I got more on my feet I realized two things. First that now that we are doing okay you wouldn't have to feel that way, and secondly, I know how much I love the boys, and I realized then that I was being selfish. You had a right to know at least that they existed. If you want more than that, that is your decision to make." Great, wracking sobs escaped and she tried to continue but couldn't. She was breaking his heart. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly to his chest. Soothing her hair as he shushed her words he rocked her back and forth. "Shhh. It's okay." He told her. He waited and held her and considered their situation for a few minutes. When her crying was under control he finally spoke. "So, now you're telling me that I'm a daddy?" She shook her head yes against his chest. He smiled then even though she couldn't see it. He never thought he'd ever have children. Not that he didn't want them, just never thought that he'd find just the right woman with just the right gumption to have them with. This girl had it. This woman had his children and raised his children without ever asking him for help. Fool woman. "Well then, it looks like we have some decisions to make. Let me ask you some questions first. Do you like teaching?" She looked up at him, confusion covering her face. "Yes, I do." "Good. Did you buy this house or do you rent it?" "I Rent. Why?" "Good. Just hear me out," he smiled down at her and kissed the tip of her nose. "I've never met a woman quite like you Allison. I knew that right from the start. Love at first sight is such a cliché so I won't use it, but I did feel a special draw to you. I don't know any other way to describe it. Before I met you I'd been with other girls, there's no doubt about that, but I just had a special feeling about you. And I haven't had that same feeling from anyone since. " She pulled even farther out of his arms to study him as he spoke. "Every year when we'd come back here I'd look for you. But you never came. I figured that you were married and living with your husband happily and never gave me a second thought. I wished that for you. I wanted you happy, especially the first three years. But after that, things started going my way and things were looking up for me. Then I thought of you all the more." He stared at the unlit fireplace before them. "Honey, I have an idea. Let me tell it to you and then you can tell me what you think." "Okay," she answered. "Remember earlier this evening when we were walking through the park and I told you that we had some other plans in mind, but hadn't found the right person for the job?" "Yes." "The person we are looking for is a teacher. Many of the people that work for me are undereducated. They know the very basic skills, enough to get them by, but they need some type of education. Also, the workers have families, many of which travel along with them. We'd like to set up some type of school so that their children can be learning while we are on the road. What do you think?" "I think it's a great idea," she answered, wondering where this was leading. Afraid to hope that it may include her and their children. "I remember what you said earlier about loving the father of your children. That would be me. Is that true?" "Yes, it's true. I didn't know you, but I loved you. I think that it was because you believed in me. You gave me hope. At least that's what started it. But over the years it's been more like a feeling. Something I just knew." "Then I'm offering you two positions: The first as a mobile teacher, and the other as my wife." Her jaw dropped open and he left her speechless. Gently he placed one finger under her jaw and pushed her mouth closed. "Well?" "Jared, we hardly know each other. Are you sure about this?" "Yes." She thought about all the years she had thrown away. How she had deprived not only him of his children, but his children of him. He was a good man. She felt it. But after what she had done, how could he offer marriage? "How do you know that it's right? How can you ever forgive me for what I've done?" "Allison, you did what you thought was right at the time, and you were very strong to do this on your own. We don't have to get married tomorrow, although that's not entirely out of the question. Why don't we get to know each other better and then we'll decide this together? Including the boys. They should have a say in this too. As far as how do I know if it's right? Honey, in all the years since I've been with you, I've never met another like you. Never one that quite measured up to the standards with which I gauged them against: You. And in all those years apart there is one particular thing that sticks out in my mind. Want to know what that is?" "Yes." "I have never felt so good making love to a woman. And if you're my wife I'll enjoy it and cherish it for the rest of my life." A cry of joy broke from her lips as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him toward her. Their lips clashed, seeking the heat that needed to be fulfilled. It had been so long. Effortlessly, he pulled her into his lap while never breaking their kiss. Their hands roamed: touching, remembering and learning each other all over again. A great sense of urgency drove them. They could wait no longer. Clothing was a barrier that needed to be removed. She tugged at his shirt and in frustration pulled away from him. "Please help me," she pleaded. "I can't wait anymore." "Okay, baby. Hold on." He pulled the shirt over his head as she removed her own blouse. She reached for the clasp on her bra but his hand stopped her. "Let me." He opened the hooks and slowly slid the straps off her shoulders. Her breasts were more full than they had been before and no white triangles marred her creamy skin. He smiled as he cupped them, feeling the gentle weight of them fill his hands. "You have filled out in all the right places." She ran her hands over his chest, wondering in amazement at the definition that she now felt in the muscles. "So have you." Slowly she traced her hands lower until they brushed against the dark hair that trailed down into his jeans. "Okay, I've had enough." He picked her up and placed her on back on the sofa then stood and unbuttoned his pants and slid them and his shorts to the floor. Kicking off his shoes he removed them all. She just watched as he removed the remainder of his clothes. His excitement was so evident that it made her giddy. When he had finished he reached for her hand and pulled her up. Slipping his fingers under the waistband of both her skirt and underwear he pulled them off her. "Much better. Come here," he requested. He again sat on the sofa and pulled her toward him. As she leaned forward he spread her legs so that she straddled his lap. Her wetness slid along the shaft of his cock. Burying her hands in his thick hair she guided his lips to her breasts. The touch of his mouth on her sensitive nubs brought on delicious sensation and her nipples firmed instantly under his attention. It generated a smoldering heat deep within her. It was a need that only could be filled by him. "Jared, I need you in me now. Please." Her desperation evident in her voice. Taking her hand, he guided it to his cock. "Yes, touch me." He urged as he watcher her hand move. Silkily she slid her hand over his engorged member. Gently gripping his length she placed it to her opening and welcomed him into her body. The pleasure felt pure and explosive, much more than lust. Like it was supposed to be. All of the desire, love, and affection sweetly drained all her doubts and fears. A moan of ecstasy slipped through her lips. For a moment they just sat that way; his cock wrapped with her warmth. With his head resting against her chest he exhaled a long sigh of contentment. Slowly he raised his head to face her and look into her eyes. "Allison, I love you." Emotion-filled, she could not speak. Tears of pleasure found there way into her eyes and ran off her face and landed on his chest. He reached up and licked the tears off her cheeks. "There will be only happy tears from here on out." She nodded her head in agreement. Forcefully he hugged her to him moving his cock briefly within her walls. Involuntary tremors of arousal began inside him and heated his thighs and groin. "It feels so good making love to you." She gripped the back of the sofa with her hands, rose up and rode back down the length of his cock. Cupping her bottom, he rocked her back and forth, slowly sinking into her depths with each thrust. Waves of ecstasy throbbed through her body. She abandoned herself to the whirl of sensations as a hot tide of passion raged through both of them. They moaned and growled, groaned and whispered the words of love, the words of passion until neither of them could hold back any longer and they soared to an awesome, shuddering orgasm. Both of them locked within each other's grip they held each other. Knowing that no matter how far away from each other they were from then on, they would always be a part of each other.
"Daddy, Daddy!" The boys were running at him and he plucked them off the ground and swung them around. They squealed and giggled as he hugged and tickled them. "Are you two being good today?" "Yep," Chris answered shaking his head up and down. "Yes." Jared gently corrected. Pat excitedly added, "Daddy, Jo let us help her blow up the balloons. She says she might get a puppy and we can help her take care of it." "Did she? That's a lot of responsibility. Think you two are up to it?" "Yep. I mean yes." Pat corrected himself. "Let's go see when she's going to get it." Chris wiggled in his father's arms excitedly. Gently Jared deposited them on the ground. "Okay, but stay out of trouble." He stood watching them as they ran down the deserted midway. He loved being their dad. Lost in his thoughts he didn't realize Allison had come up behind him until he felt her arms wrap around him. "A penny for your thoughts." "I was just thinking about how well the boys have adjusted to the changes in our lives." She moved to the front of him and he wrapped his arms around her. "Of course they have. What isn't there for them to love? They have their dad whom they love. They get to travel all over the place. They sponge all the junk food they could ever want off our vendors. Plus all the rides they'd ever like to ride. They told me the other day that their dad said that everyday they have to test each ride they were big enough to ride." "Guilty. Do you have any idea how much better my life has been since we have become a family? I love those boys so much, and I love you too. Now it looks like we'll have an addition to our family. Jo's getting a puppy." "Really? Well, that's not the only addition." He looked at her then, wondering if he had read her comment correctly. "Are you saying what I think you're saying? She nodded her head. "Are you sure?" "Just talked to Doctor Ramsey." "Yahoo!" He yelled and hugged her tightly to himself. As if suddenly remembering her condition he gently set her back on the ground and covered her stomach with his hands. "When?" "In March." "But that's only 5 months away." Mentally he calculated in his head. "We did it again, didn't we? Got pregnant on the first time, or close to it. My God girl, you must be the most fertile woman I've ever known." He smiled lovingly down at her. "No," she teased, "I think it must be you. I never had this problem until I met you." "Well, if that's the greatest of our problems we're going to be one hell of a family." He clasped her hand is his and the walked down the midway. THE END
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