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Gerard Emerton Must Die! by countrymouse 11
Soon Ana remembered that nothing covered her superb breasts. She threw her arms over her chest and screamed “Eeeeee!”.
The girl sought refuge behind the only thing near her, Gerard. She darted behind him wrapping her arms around his shoulders. But then Gerard had an arm around her waist and was pulling her into a hard brazen kiss.
“Mph!” At first, Ana took the kiss stiffly, but he just bent her over his arm till she was swooning with his taste, clinging to him for balance as he plundered her mouth with no regard for her well-being.
Then she hooked an elbow around his neck drawing him down. Devouring him and forgetting about the foreplay she had just endured. Greedily taking what she wanted. It was all she could do not to mount him right there and go for the endurance race.
“Why do you never kiss me like that Mr. Wellard?” asked Mrs. Wellard.
“I’ll kiss you like that when you look like that!” Replied Mr. Wellard.
Ana and Gerard remained entangled this way as the party-goers gave them a round of applause. In due course, Gerard knew he wouldn’t be able to stop himself and gently pushed Ana off of him.
“Half the people in the world are women,” He said through labored breath, “why does it have to be you that stirs me I wonder?”
He spoke what was true in heart. He had been with many women. Blonde, Brunette, Red, short tall, European, African, even an American once on a particularly drunk night. Of his many conquests, Ana was the one that he felt a small amount of guilt over leaving. She was not just some bird-wit with a nice derriere. She was a modern woman with strong opinions on politics, an avid reader, an intense chess player, with a brilliant lively mind. In an age where most girls were only taught matters of fashion and the household, Ana could argue her thoughts better than almost every man he knew.
He’d left Ana behind nearly a year before, keeping track of her whereabouts so that he could attend parties on the other side of the country. In his time away, she was all he could think of. He had enjoyed their conversations almost more than taking her little body to task, and after his tutelage, she had become a ferocious, impassioned lover as well. This is why, more than any man, he feared Ana Chadbourne.
The ingenue took a quick look down at herself, blushing deeply. She wore nothing but her riding boots and a few droplets of water. “Needs be you annihilate my clothes utterly? Could you not have left me some fiber of modesty?”
“Now Ana, I can’t have you chasing me all about Europe you will run out of dresses and I will have to start replacing your wardrobe myself. You had to be taught a lesson.”
“Before I surrender I should like to hear your terms.” he continued, “I gather your father would like your dowry back?”
“No.” said Ana, then corrected herself, “Well yes he would! You really are a ne’er do well Mr. Emerton…”
“…but no those are not my terms.”
Gerard raised a carefully groomed eyebrow. “Then you really mean to kill me?”
“Don’t be silly Mr. Emerton,” Ana’s smile lit up her face, she pointed at his head, making a hand gesture that mimicked firing a gun. “I absolutely meant to kill you. Bang!”
“Then, Ana Chadbourne.” Gerard squared his shoulders and locked his sapphire blue eyes with hers. He wanted to kiss her again. “What do you want?”
“I do love nothing in the world so well as you, Mr. Emerton. Is that not strange?” Ana said borrowing from the Bard.
“No more than reason,” Gerard said getting the line wrong.
“I ask only the life you promised me while we lay together those many nights.”
“You make an offer? Wouldn’t you rather just be my mistress? I could find a rich old widow and…”
“Ha!” Ana tried to land a punch to his smug face but Gerard ducked under it and caught her before she plummeted into the water again.
“So be it!” Gerard said aloud, “I yield, but only out of pity!”
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Ana put one boot up on the lip of the fountain and began unlacing it. Gerard dodged a dainty boot thrown at his head, “What the devil are you doing now woman?”
“No one shall say Ana Chadbourne is not a completionist Mr. Emerton.” the girl stated matter-of-factly. “If I am to attend this party in the skin God gave me, I shall do it thoroughly.”
“My girl!” Gerard had a wide, proud smile. He leaned down pulling down his pants, revealing his manhood and stood shamelessly exposed next to his more bashful fiance.
“Now you stay in front,” Ana commanded peering out from behind the larger man. They climbed out of the fountain and Ana herded Gerard back towards the mess of cake and frosting on the ground. Neither wore anything but a few beads of fountain water. “I can feel Mr. Boucher’s eyes on my bum.”
“It’s good to know that Mr. Boucher still has a healthy libido at his age.” Gerard deduced, “He’s quite wealthy. Perhaps you should marry him?”
“Ew! He’s sixty! Though maybe I could keep you as a mistress?”
“Mistress? Have it your way. I say, George?” Gerard started to walk faster leaving the naked young woman behind. Ana let out a yelp and leaped onto the man’s back wrapping her legs around his waist.
When the couple reached it, Ana used the remnants of the cake to fashion briefs and a brassiere for herself. She started to do the same for Gerard but he waved her away. “It’s nothing these ladies haven’t seen.”
Ana laughed at that, then took the man’s hand in hers and lifted it triumphantly. “We’re getting married!”
They lingered at the party a little while longer. Moving slowly through the crowd to accept congratulations from all the party-goers. Everyone was expected at the wedding, and to a person, they all accepted, as long as a similar show was promised.
Then the couple, laughing, and eager to continue their evening together in private. Ran off, naked, into the night…
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Epilogue
…3 months later.
Ana counted the spiraling bas-relief plates that plated the Vendone Column as she sipped from a glass of gold Ratafia. She enjoyed the cool air of Paris as it flowed over her naked alabaster skin.
She couldn’t remember the last time she had worn any clothes. She and Gerard had imprisoned themselves in the honeymoon suite of the Hotel Westminster at 13 Rue de la Paix weeks ago. Months? They had over a year of time together to make up for after all.
The door rang with a fresh bottle and her breakfast. Feeling mischievous, Ana answered it naked. “Oh, the coffee smells delicious! Did Mr. Emerton tip you yet? We’re to be married you know.”
“I um…” the red-cheeked young man stammered, he did his best to maintain eye contact as he fished a sealed letter out of his jacket and handed it to her. It was from Gerard.
“Well there you are anyway,” Ana said handing the boy a generous handful of Francs. “Be patient, a handsome young man like you will have a flock of lady admirers soon enough.”
Ana danced an old remembered ballet routine as she moved across the room to the reading desk. She sat and applied the letter opener to her note. Gerard was out making travel arrangements for the next leg of their journey. It must be urgent for him to send a post when he was to be gone for just a few hours.
Ana’s sunny mood darkened as she removed a stack of large bills from the envelope and read the note from her husband-to-be. “Beloved I regret…”
“… Called away to India…”
“…Hope you can forgive me…”
Ana crushed the paper angrily in her hands and ran out the door. The unfortunate bellhop was just reaching the stairs.”You there, boy!”
“Y… yes Miss” he answered nervously. She was still naked.
Ana roared angrily. “I’m going to need a gun!”
Awesome reminder of the audience.
This is a nice surprise.
Likewise… good stuff.
I like this direction. Despite all his bravado, he has some respect for the woman.
I had to lookup the word ‘ingenue’.
This is a good development and I really like how this chapter ended. But I find that I forgot exactly what she was still wearing. Which is kind of significant in a story like this. Still, I really enjoyed this chapter. A nice mature and human twist. And we learned a lot about how they feel about each other.
Oh, my gosh. That was quite the wrap-up to your fabulous story. I see how you inserted another chapter, right in the same post! Still being overly decent to your fellow writers. I am pretty sure you are the first to bend over backward like that for our community. Not only that, but you also engaged the readers and let them sometimes choose a direction. I really loved that level of interaction. I’ve tried Chyoa but so many stories are left with dead ends. That site just doesn’t seem to work well for me. What I like is how you did interactive engagement in a quick, linear voting fashion. That actually works.
Those were quite a couple of twists and turns near the end. The story moves amazingly fast, and yet somehow still has a great sense of timing and a range of emotion and humor. I like your writing style as it feels both smart and entertaining.
I was enthralled, I was delighted, I was… mostly laughing. Well done, a great ending!
You mentioned possibly having a couple more sequels in mind. Looking forward to seeing what you have up your sleeves.
Thank you CountryMouse!
But this way your new chapter is easy to miss. And this would be a pity. I only noticed because I read ReaderMan’s comment.
Ah shit. Here we go again.
Who here understands ^this^ reference?
I am not sure, but I guess you are referring to my post above.
What I wanted to say here is that when CountryMouse posted chapter 12 of his story, he didn’t post this as a new chapter, but just edited the previous chapter 11 and added chapter 12 to the already existing chapter. This way the new chapter doesn’t appear on the front page of the storyboard. And that’s what I meant when I said it is easy to miss. I only noticed it when ReaderMan talked about this in his comment.
I hope this clarified what I wanted to say.
Yes. CountryMouse has engineered a whole new way of posting daily. She just keeps updating her same story/chapter post. So it’s wise to keep coming back to her same post and checking again. But usually she updates the chapter name as well, so that’s also a good hint that another chapter has been appended. Brilliant!