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Ch. 34 Codes: Mf, teen, oral, rom
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
Graduation arrived in June, and Elizabeth came down from Santa Cruz.
With Giselle now living in the guestroom, Elizabeth got a hotel room
nearby. We had closed escrow on the ranch a few weeks before, and she
had already moved into the guesthouse. She and I had been coordinating
the cleaning and furnishings with a decorator I had hired (and whom I
had scouring flea markets and swap meets all over Northern California
to find antiques to match what was already in the house). The only
significant change I was making was rewiring the phone lines with a
multi-terminal DSL connection and adding recessed wiring and speakers
for a house-wide stereo and entertainment system.
The school held graduation on the football field, and Elizabeth,
Hayley, and I took our seats in the bleachers with the other parents
and family. The graduates wore bright blue gowns, and when they filed
in, the girls waved to us on the way to their seats.
My eyes glazed over through most of the speeches, but we cheered wildly
when Marianne finally got her diploma. She waved at us again as
Elizabeth shot off about ten pictures in a row.
Finally it was over. Marianne ran excitedly around the field posing
for pictures with us, her friends, and other random students. I met
Tiffany's parents, who didn't seem particularly fazed about her moving
in with us. I expected she hadn't filled them in on a lot of the
details. I watched for Giselle's father but didn't see him.
We went out to lunch, and Marianne then went out for the afternoon with
her friends while the other three of us went home. Elizabeth and I
spent a few hours going over the details for the house while Hayley
listened or watched television.
"What are we going to do about the horses?" she asked around four-
thirty.
"I don't know, Little Kit. I haven't had time to give it much
thought. I'm sure there are some ranches up there we can look at once
we're there."
"Well, see, I was thinking. I heard about this service that rescues
horses that are going to be destroyed. You know, like old racehorses
or ones that can't work anymore. I thought that would be better than
buying new ones. So those horses could retire like you're doing
instead of being killed. It's not like we're going to do anything but
ride them around, right?"
I exchanged a glance with Elizabeth, who was smiling.
"I think that's a great idea. Find out what you can, and I'll give
them a call."
Hayley hugged me quickly.
"Thanks."
With graduation and school behind us, we began the laborious process of
moving up to the ranch. Although there was no point in rearranging my
office now, Tiffany moved in anyway, sleeping on the couch for the few
days it would take us to pack up and leave. The girls had their rooms
packed up fairly quickly, and we spent the remaining time sifting
through twenty years of bachelor junk and deciding what to take and
what to trash.
I threw out more than I might have expected, as I realized that I
wanted to replace a lot of it. Most of the china, glasses, and
silverware, old mismatched sets I had had for ten years or more, went
to charity, as did most of the sheets and towels. I finally threw out
my old college beer bottle collection. The neon Budweiser sign I had
been saving for years stayed--I wanted to hang that in the barn.
The further back we got, the more time we spent reviewing memorabilia
from my college days, laughing over pictures of me with long hair,
wearing this Black Sabbath T-shirt I had to be surgically removed from
one summer, or posing with my friends and a few bongs at some party.
"I can't wait for college," Giselle said wistfully at one point.
"Me too," Marianne said. "It's going to be so cool."
"It's not all parties," I said. "I did have to study and go to class
now and then."
They giggled, but I could tell they didn't believe me. They would
learn soon enough.
By the third day of packing, we were down to the odds and ends, most of
which we threw out. That afternoon, I finally called a halt to the
operation.
"I think we're done here. What's left is trash. Go relax; we've got a
big day tomorrow."
The girls high-fived each other, and all of them, except Marianne, went
out to the pool. With shrieks and laughter, they all jumped in wearing
their clothes. I got a beer from the refrigerator and leaned against
the counter to rest.
Marianne followed me in, hopping up onto the counter under the window.
"I can't believe this is really going to happen. Tomorrow night, we're
going to be sleeping at the ranch."
"Yep."
"Are you excited?"
"Definitely. I've waited a long time for this."
"You've earned it. Hayley and I are getting you a housewarming
present, but it's a surprise."
I chuckled.
"Thanks. I can't wait."
"I hope you like it. I think it's really cute."
"I'm sure I will."
I took a swig of beer.
"There's something I want to do today, and I'd like you to come along."
"What is it?"
"Another surprise. It's basically a present to myself."
"Ooo. Now?"
"I want to get cleaned up first. This isn't something I can do in this
state."
"Okay. I'll jump in the shower really quick too."
We went upstairs, showered, and dressed. When I was done, I looked out
the window to see that Hayley, Tiffany, Ashley, and Giselle had
stripped out of their clothes and now cavorted nakedly around the
backyard. I wavered for a moment, thinking about going down to join
them, but I knew I had to do this today or wait at least another week.
Marianne emerged from the dressing area in a white cotton blouse,
knotted at her waist, and a denim skirt.
"Is this okay?"
"Wonderful."
We descended to the pool, where I explained that we were going out for
a few hours.
"You guys behave, okay?"
That remark engendered a lot of giggles and glances.
"Have fun, whatever it is you're doing," Giselle said.
Marianne followed me out to the garage, and we got into my Mercedes.
"Are you going to tell me what this is now?"
"I'm buying a new car to go with the new ranch."
Her face lit up.
"Oh, cool! What?"
"You'll see."
She giggled and bounced around in her seat as I drove down toward the
beach. When I pulled into my destination, a very upscale and exclusive
European dealership, she let out an excited squeal.
"I knew it! What are you going to get?"
"Something I've wanted since I was your age."
We pulled into a parking space, and Marianne hopped out of the car.
This was primarily a Jaguar dealership, but they also carried several
other lines of European sports cars. Marianne's eyes bulged as she
looked around at the Porsches, Ferraris, and (a few) Lamborghinis
lining the lot, and to honest, my heart was beating faster in my chest
the longer we were there.
I was only interested in the Italians, and that was where we headed. A
salesman came out to speak to us a few minutes after we were there.
"Can I help you with anything?"
"I have an appointment. Steven Chandler."
"Certainly. Just a moment."
He went inside, and about a minute later, the salesman I had talked to
a few days before emerged from the showroom. Since this place sold
cars costing upwards of $250,000, they didn't like to deal with people
right off the street, and they were certainly not about to let someone
test drive any these frightfully expensive exotics without checking
them out thoroughly beforehand.
The salesman shook my hand and smiled warmly, but professionally, at
Marianne.
"Mr. Chandler, good afternoon. I'm Bill Jabobs. We spoke on the phone
the other day."
"This is Marianne."
"Nice to meet you," she said.
"And you. I believe you wanted to look at the 355 and the Diablo?"
"Right."
With Marianne following us, he took us to the Lamborghinis. They had
only two, and though they were extremely sexy cars, something about
them just didn't grab me.
After looking over the two cars for a few minutes, I glanced at
Marianne. She seemed excited, but not precisely thrilled.
"This is a little over the top, maybe," I said.
She nodded.
"It's not really you."
"Let's look at the others," I said to Jacobs.
He nodded and led us across the lot to a row of Ferraris. He gave us a
little spiel about the car, then let us climb inside one. Marianne got
into the passenger seat, so flushed with excitement that I thought she
might burst.
I moved around to get comfortable, inhaling the scent of the leather.
Oh, boy. I was actually going to do this. I took the steering wheel
in my hands and gripped it tightly.
Jacobs handed me the keys.
"Start her up."
I did. A deep, throaty rumble ran through the car. I pressed on the
gas a few times, and the engine whined as it revved up.
"This is quite a car," he said.
I nodded. Marianne giggled, wanting to say something but unable to get
anything coherent out.
"Could we look at the others? I'm not sure about this color scheme."
"Sure."
I shut off the engine, and we climbed out. They had five 355s on the
lot, two of them convertibles. One of the Spyders was cherry red, the
other one shameless, in-your-face, banana yellow. I stopped next to
the yellow one, and Marianne beamed.
"Kind of the same color as mine."
I nodded, swallowing hard. Jacobs went inside and returned with the
keys.
Marianne took a few deep breaths once we were inside it.
"This is your car and your thing, but . . . it would be really, really
neat if you got a convertible."
Jacobs showed me how to put the top down, and I stretched out in the
seat. Goddamn it, but this was a great car.
"Can we take it for a spin?"
"Sure."
I started it up and backed carefully out of the space. Giving myself a
*lot* of spare room, I pulled out into traffic. The shifter took some
getting used to, since it was mounted in a very narrow gate, but I soon
had the car up to speed. Marianne put her arms above her head, letting
her hair fly loose in the breeze.
"Woo!"
The Ferrari handled differently from anything I had ever driven before,
seeming to cling to the road and transmit every bump and seam in the
pavement through the steering wheel. The slightest pressure on the
accelerator sent the engine howling into the upper reaches of the
tachometer.
"How is it?"
"Incredible."
She squealed, gripping my arm tightly.
"This is the hottest thing I have ever been in. You have to get this.
Please."
"I think I'm going to."
She shook with excitement, laughing and squealing at the same time.
The traffic cleared up ahead of us, and I used the opening to swing
around and return to the dealership. By the time we got back, I was
basically sold.
Jacobs was waiting patiently.
"How was it?"
"Great. I, uh . . . I think we're going to do it."
"Wonderful. Congratulations."
He shook my hand, and Marianne let out another squeal, hugging me
tightly. We went inside to close the deal. Though it took some time
to work out the details, particularly trading in my Mercedes, about
ninety minutes later I walked out as the proud owner of a new Ferrari
355 Spyder convertible.
We climbed back into the car, Marianne still giggling in excitement.
"I can't believe this," she gushed. "I cannot believe this. I've
never even sat in a Ferrari before, let alone known anyone who owned
one."
"I can't believe it either."
"Do you . . . um . . . think I could ever drive it?"
I laughed giddily.
"I don't know. We'll see."
She leaned across the middle and hugged me again. I started the car
and drove off the lot.
I didn't want to go home right away. I took the car down to the
Pacific Coast Highway and opened up it, racing north out of town.
Marianne beamed at me as we drove along. The sun was starting set in
front of us, and I thought that if there was a better place to be at
that moment, I didn't know where it was. Owning a car like this should
be enough. Driving it around with a girl like Marianne in the
passenger seat was just too much--"gilding the lily" was a phrase that
popped into my mind.
The engine was loud when we were up to highway speeds, but it was the
sweetest sound I had ever heard. Everyone we passed craned their heads
around to get a good look at the car, slowing down or speeding up to
come along side. Marianne laughed at this and stood up in her seat,
grabbing the windshield to steady herself. Her hair streamed out
behind her.
"Be careful."
She laughed.
"I love you!"
"I love you, too."
I pulled her back into the car and pressed down on the gas. Good God--
this thing had so much power to spare that it was almost obscene. I
had never experienced this much top-end acceleration. I downshifted,
and the Ferrari leapt forward like a gazelle, roaring past a hundred in
about two seconds. Thank God the road was straight, because I almost
lost control of the car with that little maneuver. I eased off the
gas, shifting up, and I could hear the engine popping as it slowed down.
Marianne laughed, looking behind us at the cars we had raced past.
"This thing is really fast."
"No kidding."
Not wanting to get a ticket or crack the thing up half an hour after
buying it, I dropped back to a more sedate speed. The sun was just
about to hit the water off to the west, and I realized we were passing
through the state park north of town. I swung off at the next exit.
"Where are we going?"
"I feel like parking and watching the sunset."
She smiled at me and rubbed my thigh. I drove into the park, and
within a few minutes I found a spot overlooking the beach. I could
still feel the vibrations of the engine running through me even after I
parked and shut off the car. Marianne reached over and took my hand.
"The next sunset we watch will be from the back porch."
"Yep."
"I keep thinking that something awful has to happen. It's not fair to
be this happy."
"You've gone through a lot. You deserve it."
She leaned over and laid her head on my shoulder. I put my arm around
her and held her as we watched the sun sinking beneath the horizon.
"Babe?"
"Hmm?"
"Do you ever think about the future? Us, I mean."
"All the time."
She nuzzled me.
"What do you think?"
"I want you in my life. I don't want to lay a lot of expectations on
you, though. You're still young, and you have your whole life ahead of
you."
"I was just thinking. I read something once about how guys who aren't
married at forty probably never will."
My stomach twitched.
"I want to get married someday," I said. "I do. I would have done it,
I just never met the right girl."
"You've dated a lot, though, right? So you pretty much know what you
want now."
"She's sitting right beside me."
She made a contented little noise and pressed herself against me.
"But what if you had met me when you were eighteen? If you felt the
same thing, but you hadn't had all this experience. How would you know
what you wanted to do?"
She was talking about herself, obviously, but I went along with her
scenario.
"It's a tough question. Perspective is worth a lot. I guess I'm a lot
more secure in how I feel for you because of it. But I would have
loved you just as much as eighteen. I'm just not sure what you would
have thought of me."
She laughed softly.
"We would have hooked up somehow. I know that."
She sighed.
"One moment I'm sure I want to spend the rest of my life with you.
Then I get scared because I feel so young for such a commitment. And
then I feel guilty for thinking things like that when I love you so
much."
I hugged her.
"It's normal. I'm not asking you for a life-long commitment tonight.
We can do that when, and only when, you feel ready for it."
She was quiet for a few moments.
"Thanks."
I squeezed her again.
"Anytime."
We drove home about ten minutes later, and Marianne ran in the house to
tell the other girls about the Ferrari. We found them largely dressed,
whatever they had been up to while we were gone, and they ran back out
to the driveway, shrieking and gasping over the car. I promised to
take them all for rides when we got up to Santa Cruz.
Since all the food was packed up or thrown out, we ordered a couple of
pizzas for dinner. Ashley spent the night with Giselle in her room,
and Tiffany slept on the couch. Marianne and I finally went to bed
after eleven. When I climbed under the sheets, I discovered that she
was naked. She cuddled with me, pressing her body against mine.
"I though you'd be tired," I said.
"I am. But it's our last night in this house."
We snuggled together, warm under the covers. We fondled each other for
a few minutes, just enjoying our mutual nudity. Marianne giggled when
I reached between her legs. She was already quite wet. I rolled her
on her back, sliding under the blanket. I took a breast in my mouth as
my fingers played between her thighs. Another squirt of moisture
emerged onto my hand, and I began masturbating her slowly. She moaned,
then pushed my head off her breasts, down her abdomen.
I resisted at first, kissing my way down, licking the kitten at her
hip. She pulled my head between her thighs and pushed her wet sex up
at my mouth.
I sucked her clit between my lips, making her convulse, then slipped my
tongue into her. I tried to make love to her with it, pushing it in
deeply and wiggling it around, tasting her sweet fluids. Then I pulled
it out, sliding it up against her clit. I repeated the action, tongue
deeply into her, then up between her labia. She whimpered, clawing at
my shoulders, as I fell into a rhythm. Her hips rolled under me,
moving with me, and her breathing was now rough and ragged.
A few minutes of this were all it took before I felt the tremors
beginning her abdomen. Her stomach muscles twitched once, twice, then
her hands clamped down on mine. Her back arched, and a low feline
whine escaped her lips as she shuddered under my attentions. As it
peaked, she pushed me away with a soft cry. I kissed her sex one last
time and slid up beside her.
She hugged me briefly before disappearing under the covers to return
the favor. I felt her bobbing slowly over me, working her lips against
the head and her tongue stud against the underside. One hand held the
base of my cock, the other gently pulled on my balls. She rolled her
head around to increase the friction as she bobbed over me, and I had
to reach down to hold her head.
She would have taken me all the way had I wanted to, but I needed to be
inside her. I pulled her off, and she straddled me immediately,
sitting back to swallow me into her belly. She pulled her knees up to
my side and lowered herself down to kiss me, smiling.
"Hi."
"Hey, Kitten."
She squeezed me slowly, rhythmically, but didn't otherwise move.
"You meant what you said tonight?"
"All of it. But what do you mean?"
"That you do want to get married some day?"
"As long as it's to you. But remember what I said. No pressure.
Nothing until you're ready."
She looked down at me, eyes as full of love as they could ever be.
"If I could . . . I would stay like this forever. This is all I ever
need. You and me, together."
"Me too, Kitten."
"I love you so much."
"I love you too."
We made love slowly for another hour, then slept.
The moving truck arrived at seven a.m., and I did my best to direct
traffic. Marianne went down the hill to Starbucks to get some coffee
for everyone, and the other girls did what they could to help.
We were about halfway done, and I was in the kitchen checking the
cabinets for anything we missed when I heard Hayley shouting from the
front of the house.
"What?! No! Let go of me!"
I dropped what I was doing and ran out to see what was going on. The
reality of it was clear immediately--there was really no arguing with
the image that was burning into the back of my brain--but it took a few
moments for it to really register.
An unpleasant-looking woman I didn't recognize was standing in the
foyer trying to take Hayley's arm. Hayley was having none of it,
trying to back away. Standing with the woman were a pair of police
officers. Marianne was trying to get to Hayley, but the woman was
holding her off.
The woman saw me and pointed.
"That's him."
The two officers approached me.
"Are you Steven Chandler?" one of them asked.
"Yes. What is this about?"
"I have a warrant for your arrest. Violation of Penal Code section
261.5."
"What the hell is that?"
"Unlawful sexual contact with a minor. Statutory rape, in other words."
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