Her Anchor (132 page)

“Just another thing that he never does for me. His name is Patches, but I like that name.” She leaned back and watched as the cat scampered away across the room. “Maybe that can be his official title from now on.” Brandon laughed and took a sip of beer.

“Sounds good, sounds good.” He looked around the trailer and noticed that through the window it had gotten quite dark. “Oh man, I didn’t realize how late it had gotten. I can head out if you need me to.” Brandon made the move to stand up, but Ashley’s legs held him down in his seat so he couldn’t stand up.

“Please, don’t. You’ve already had a few beers, you couldn’t possibly drive at this point.” Brandon looked down at the two empty beers and went to argue that he could obviously still drive home, but she winked at him and shushed him. “Just stay the night, Brandon.” He relaxed into the couch and finished his beer, setting the empty bottle next to the others on the floor. He noticed Ashley tip hers back as well and she tossed it across the room into the trashcan.

“Oh, let me throw mine away too.” Brandon shifted Ashley’s legs and stood up, collecting his bottles from the floor. He took the few steps to cross the room and dropped them into the bin. He turned around to return to his seat and looked back to see a topless Ashley laying on the couch, posing like a model. “Oh, my. I wasn’t expecting that.”

“Draw me like one your French girls,” she rolled over onto her back and laughed to herself and motioned for Brandon to come over. He slowly walked back across the room and looked down at her as she laid on her back. He studied her body and could feel himself getting aroused just by looking at her.

Her tits were larger than Brandon was used to and leaned down towards them. He reached out and grabbed one, his fingers fondling and squeezing it. Ashley let out a small giggle as he did this and lifted herself off the couch slightly so that she could kiss him. Their lips connected and Brandon felt as if a spark traveled throughout his body, igniting some kind of fire in his loins.

Brandon kneeled next to the couch and began to kiss her fiercely. One hand continued to cup and fondle her tit, the other was behind her head, holding her in close for the kiss. Their tongues locking and tips flicking against the other. He began to pinch at her nipple and tease her tits and he felt that she was slowly shifting in the seat. He followed her movements patiently.

Ashley sat up in the couch, and pulled Brandon up to meet her lips again. He admired her tits as they hung on her chest, both hands now fully engaged in grabbing and playing with them. Every few seconds he would flick or pinch the nipple and he would feel her squeal into their kiss. He never wanted to let them go, but quickly he did.

Without thinking his hands travelled down to her pants and he was unfastening them, pulling them off. She lifted herself off the couch slightly, and her pants got caught slightly as he pulled them over her ass. They both laughed when he finally got them off, her butt jiggled as they did. She reached down and cupped her own ass, getting her cheek to jiggle again.

They continued to make out for a few more minutes while Brandon played with her tits, but then Ashley reached down and pulled off his shirt. She pulled it up and over his face. He stood up when she did this and began to unbuckle his belt and pants. Ashley reached up and took over as soon as his shirt was off and she pulled his pants and boxers down together, revealing his dick. It sprang back up once she pulled the boxers down. And they both laughed at the audacity of it all.

She immediately leaned forward and fit her lips around the tip. Brandon let his head roll back as he let out a long moan. With one hand he reached down and held her hair out the way, with the other he braced himself against the nearby table, his legs already shaking from the way she was licking and rubbing the tip with her fingers. It had been a long time since he had been with anyone, and this was the best he had ever gotten.

She reached down and started to work the shaft of his dick with her hand and looked up at him, his cock in her mouth. Brandon looked down and instantly felt the urge to cum, her piercing eyes almost willing him to cum. He held back the sensation and continued to moan as her lips moved effortlessly over his dick. She began to deep throat him and he listened as she allowed herself to gag slightly on his cock. After two pumps and her slightly gagging, he pulled himself out and lifted her to her feet.

She allowed him to turn her around so she was facing the couch and leaned her forward. Her knees braced on the edge of the couch and her face and arms dangled over the back. He stepped back and took a second to take her in. Her ass hung in the air as if it defied gravity and he reached forward and spanked her once. Ashley moaned gently and awaited him as her ass shook.

Brandon, instead of sticking it inside of her, actually got onto his knees and with both hands spread her ass so that he could see her pussy. He then dove in, his tongue leading the charge. He took long strokes with his tongue and spent a few seconds flicking her clit with his finger. He felt that her body was shaking under his tongue so he continued, with more vigor. His tongue spread her lips and he licked and kissed her pussy until she was moaning loudly and begging for more.

He was happy to grant her that wish and he sped up and slowed down with the rhythm of her body. He made circles with his tongue and rubbed and flicked her clit with more force. He even took a moment and sucked on her clit. He watched as goosebumps sprang up all over her body. He stepped back once again and wiped his face off on his loose shirt that sat on the floor and began to stroke himself again to make sure he was completely hard for her before inserting.

She looked back over her shoulder just as Brandon took the step forward and slid inside her. She gasped when he inserted himself into her and yelped slightly for the first few thrusts. Brandon reached forward with one hand and grabbed her boob as it bounced with each move. His fingers formed around it and she moaned loudly the more he fondled and played with it.

He felt that she was getting close because with each move she was getting higher and higher pitched. With his other hand he reached forward and grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled it back, causing her to moan even louder.

He took the opportunity to spank her. So he let go of her hair and with his now free hand he slapped her across the ass and watched as she threw her head back and moaned. He slapped her again and she moaned loudly. Once more and she screamed out for him to hit her harder. He released the tit and leaned back so that he had a better angle and began to spank her hard, his dick still thrusting inside her. She screamed out his name and they both shuddered as they came in unison.

Brandon pulled out and sat on the floor next to the couch as Ashley laid down and stretched out on the couch. She let her hand hang over the side and Brandon reached up and grabbed it. They both fell asleep like that, fingers intertwined.

****

For the next week while the circus was in town, Brandon spent all of his time in or around the circus fairgrounds with Ashley. He was introduced to the other women in her troupe, all of whom seemed to have either heard first hand or through the grapevine that the two of them were creating a ruckus in Ashley’s trailer when she didn’t need to be somewhere with other people from the circus. They were all nice though and seemed to act like mothers to Ashley.

Brandon even met other members of the circus, from the strongman to the clowns. Ashley insisted that he meet the clowns, even after he explained his fear of them. She assured him that they were nice guys, but as soon as he got there his fears were only confirmed. Ashley had warned them that Brandon scared easily and they took full advantage of that knowledge and teased him ruthlessly. However, Brandon knew that it was all in good fun and he moved on.

But, as the end of the week approached Brandon and Ashley very clearly avoided talking about what would happen when the circus would move on to the next town. Brandon had thought about it on his own and considered how his parents would respond if he decided to drop out of college at this point and join the circus. He had always played by the rules and maybe this was his chance to break out.

However, he didn’t have any special skills and couldn’t see where he would fit in with a circus. He had grown up in an incredibly white collar family, and like everyone said, he was destined for politics. There is no way his personality could fit within that environment. So, on the last night of the circus being in town, Brandon decided to bring up their future over dinner.

The two of them sat atop a hill that overlooked the circus and then ate sandwiches they had bought from the store and shared a bottle of white wine. They didn’t have the budget for glasses, so they just passed the bottle back and forth between the two of them. The sun was setting and Brandon knew that it was now or never.

“So, what are we and where do we go from here?” Ashley looked at him and sighed heavily. She passed him the bottle of wine and laid back, resting her sandwich on her chest. She stared off into the distance for a while and finally she responded as Brandon waited.

“I don’t know, Brandon. I really like you, but I don’t belong here in this city and you don’t belong in a circus.” She takes a bite of the sandwich and reached for the wine. “It’s what made this so fun and adventurous. This would never happen in any other time or place. We both knew that, didn’t we?” She took a pull from the wine bottle and handed it back. He took a swig and set it down in the basket.

“So you just want to cut it off? Once you leave you’re gone and I never see or hear from you again?” Brandon stood up and started to pull the leaves off of a nearby tree, a nervous habit he had to fidget. Ashley didn’t stand up, but she sat and watched him tear at the leaves. She found it almost endearing that he was getting so worked up over a romance that only lasted a few days.

“I don’t know what to tell you. I don’t know how well it would work if we tried to stay in contact. I mean, I’m constantly moving and don’t have the money to keep a cellphone.” Brandon tossed the bits of the leaf up into the passing breeze and watched as they fluttered away down the hillside.

“I suppose that’s true. And I’ll go off to college again and who knows, maybe I’ll meet somebody. I wouldn’t want to hurt you by doing anything stupid.” Ashley laughed and sat back up, grabbing the wine out of the basket where Brandon had left it.

“You’re never going to find a girl like me, Brandon.” He turned around and walked back towards her. He grabbed the bottle out of her hand and pushed her over with his foot. She fell onto her side and he began to roll her down the hill, they both laughed the entire way down. Once they reached the bottom, one of the other dancers ran up to Ashley and told her they had to start tearing down to leave. She apologized to Brandon and left to go help. Ashley stood up and looked at Brandon, who was beginning to walk back up the hill to collect the picnic, his head hung low.

She chased after him and embraced him from the back, wrapping her arms all the way around him. He could feel tears beginning to dampen his back and he could hear her slightly crying. He held back his own tears and turned around, hugging her in return. It was muffled through the clothes and the sobs, but he thought he heard her say, “I love you.” He kissed her head and let her go. She slowly walked away and he waved at her as she turned. He couldn’t help but feel like there was more he should do.

****

After driving home that evening Brandon couldn’t shake the feeling that he had made a terrible mistake in letting her leave without nailing down some way of staying in touch. He got back to his room, finished the wine, and felt himself beginning to fall asleep. But as his eyes closed he couldn’t help but see her face. He would wake up every time to find that nearly no time had passed, and he tried countless times to get her out of his head.

At about 4am he decided that he needed to go and make an appeal to her, that he had to convince her to give them a chance. He would get there before they left and make a big dramatic scene in front of everyone. If he didn’t, then he knew that he, and possibly she, would live in regret, always wondering “What If?” So, he threw on the first pair of pants and shirt he could find and ran out of his house to his car.

The streets were empty at this point so he sped through the side streets of the small town towards the park where the circus was as fast as he could. It took him roughly fifteen minutes to get there and as he pulled up, he noticed the distinct lack of cars or trucks. He pulled through the empty parking lot and looked over the field, which, just hours ago was full of life and hope. But now, it was an empty, grass trampled wasteland.

He got out of his car and walked toward the board where there was still a sign for the circus pinned to it. Brandon walked up and unfastened the pins, folded it, and put it into his back pocket. There had to be something he could do. Anything.