Authors: Charlotte Sloan
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After Ashley left with the circus he did everything he could to make sure that for the rest of the summer, there was a letter that would be waiting for her at each of the stops. However, his prediction had been right and when he left and went back to school, while out with friends at a local bar he met a girl. Ashley was right, she was no Ashley, but she was exactly what Brandon needed and Brandon was exactly what she needed.
They fell in love and Brandon followed the path that was written for him in the stars. He attended Law School in New York City, and five years later found himself in his old home town, married to a pregnant wife, living in his childhood home that he bought from his parents when they retired to Florida. However, not everything went as planned.
Two weeks shy of her due date his wife began to have complications and the doctor pushed for them to induce early. Brandon didn’t like to think about this time in his life very frequently, because his wife died tragically in childbirth. For the next few years he lived off of the nest egg that his parents and he had built and he raised his daughter. When she was seven years old he decided to return to politics.
Which is how, fifteen years later, Brandon found himself a widowed father, running for governor, walking through the same circus he had spent one weekend back in his childhood, with his seven year old daughter. He walked her through all of the tents that he remembered and search for faces that he could recognize, but nearly every face seemed too young to be people that he would remember.
They finally happened upon a tent in which a young boy, who was probably in his early teens, was performing acrobatics. He was incredibly talented and the crowd “oo’d” and “aw’d” as he vaulted from pole to pole and balanced objects as he bent over backwards and contorted his body. However, there was something about the boy that threw him off. He recognized him, but couldn’t decide how he knew him. That was when his daughter began to see the resemblance and looked back and forth between the boy and her father.
“Daddy, that looks like you from when you were little.” Brandon froze and felt the color drain from his face as all of the sexual climaxes came rushing back to him. For the entirety of the time they were there he realized that he never wore protection and never pulled out. They were always so wrapped up, pun intended, in emotions that it never got brought up. Every time they had fucked, he came inside her. He stared at the boy, eyes wide in panic. He looked over at his daughter who sat, looking confused.
“He does, doesn’t he?” He could feel a cold sweat break out on his forehead. “He’s a handsome kid, huh?” The little girl glanced over and smiled. “No, no. He’s not handsome, he’s gross.” He shook his head and stuck out his tongue making a “bleh” noise. His daughter looked confused, but laughed. A few minutes passed in silence and the young boy’s routine finished. While the rest of the audience applauded, Brandon stood up and ushered his daughter out of the tent. He realized that he was following the exact same motions all those years before. Except this time when he turned, looking for the boy, he didn’t run into dancers, he ran into Ashley.
“Brandon?” She lunged at him, embracing him forcefully. Suzy took a step back, once again thrown for a loop and just then the young acrobat ducked underneath the tent and stumbled upon the same scene. The two children looked at each and back at their parents. Suzy stepped forward and held out her hand.
“Great performance, my dad really liked it. So did I.” The little boy took her hand and they shook. With her words though, Brandon and Ashley broke away from their embrace. Fifteen years roughly had passed and yet it felt as if it were yesterday for the both of them. They stared longingly into each other’s eyes and the little boy spoke up.
“Mom, care to introduce me?” Ashley broke eye contact and awkwardly tried to introduce Brandon. Brandon had pieced it together by this point and was perplexed by how she was going to proceed. He watched her struggle for a moment, and his politician self jumped in to save the day. He kneeled so that he was level with him and held out his hand, just like Suzy.
“Hello, my name is Brandon. I’m an old...friend of your mother’s. And this is my daughter, Suzy.” He accepted the handshake and Brandon was pleased to see that the handshake was firm.
“My name is Sammy, nice to meet you both.” Brandon’s jaw clenched and he stood back up. He looked towards Ashley who stood with a smile on her face. Brandon smiled back at her and reached out to her once more. He stood, with his arm around her waist for a moment and turned his attention to his daughter.
“Suzy, this is my good friend Ashley. I haven’t seen her in a very long time.” He looked up at Ashley who still had a smile planted on her face. “I missed her very much though and I’m glad she’s back.”
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The two families, Brandon with Suzy and Ashley with Sammy, went out to grab lunch together and spent the rest of the day hanging out around the circus. As the night neared to an end, Brandon spoke up and surprised both himself and everyone else.
“Why sleep in that cramped trailer tonight? Why not come back and sleep at our house. We have spare rooms for you both.” Both Sammy and Suzy looked at their respective parents with contempt, but Ashley responded before looking at Sammy.
“We would love to, that’s so kind.” Ashley and Brandon both smiled and laughed at one another while their children looked at each other. Suzy stared at Sammy intently and contemplated what was going on. Sammy though, seemed to have an idea of what was happening.
“Hey, mom, when was the last time you were here?” Sammy looked up at her while they all began to walk towards Brandon’s car and she absentmindedly answered without thinking.
“Ten, maybe fifteen years ago at this point. I still remember,” her voice trailed off and she quickly looked at Brandon, who was trying to look suspicious. “Now that I think about it, closer to twenty. Definitely twenty years.” Sammy nodded his head skeptically and the four of them walk to the car.
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After arriving at the house late, Brandon went and helped Suzy get ready for bed, and Ashley got Sammy set up in the guest room. He asked if she would be sleeping in the guest room with him, and she replied that she may decide to sleep on the couch, but she hadn’t decided yet. She would need to see the couch.
By the time she came downstairs, Brandon was already waiting for her with a bottle of wine and two glasses in hand. She took the bottle from him and looked at the label. She didn’t know how he had even remembered, but he had gotten the same bottle of wine that they had shared the last time they were together.
“I hope this isn’t a sign of what we’re going to discuss,” she said jokingly. He laughed and handed her a glass. She took it and looked at it. “We didn’t use glasses then, why use them now?” Brandon laughed again and took it back, placing it on the counter. He motioned for her to make her way to the couch.
“I can’t tell you how fantastic it is to see you.” He sat down on the couch and patted the seat next to him. She giggled and sat down, but tossed her legs over his own. He once again, just like when they first met, began to massage and caress her legs. “It’s been too long. But not long enough for the feelings I have for you, to fade.”
“Brandon, you have a child, where is your wife?” Brandon held up his hand and revealed there was no ring. She apologized and grabbed the bottle of wine, taking a swig. She handed it back to him.
“We’re here to celebrate, there’s no need to talk about the past.” Ashley leaned forward and kissed him.
“But that doesn’t mean we can’t remember the past fondly.”
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The night was a blur, but from what Brandon could remember, Ashley’s ass had somehow become better with age. They sat on the couch and watched television, and finished the bottle of wine together. After their bottle of wine, they barely made their way back to the bedroom before Ashley found herself naked and sitting on his face.
Her pussy was perfect and tasted as fantastic as Brandon remembered. She rubbed her clit on his chin as his tongue penetrated her. Every time she would begin to moan Brandon would hold his hands up for her to bite down on. Her lips sucked on his fingers until she couldn’t bear it. His tongue flicked inside of her and with his free hand that wasn’t being nibbled on, he reached up and grabbed ahold of her tit.
When she couldn’t stand being quiet she allowed herself to fall and they 69’d, her mouth forming perfectly around his dick. It was almost as if no time had passed for the two of them as they made love like they were 21 again. She took his dick deep into her throat and Brandon continued to eat her out, now sliding his fingers inside her as he licked and lapped at her pussy.
After a few minutes of eating each other out, Ashley’s head bobbing on Brandon’s dick he rolled her over onto her back and mounted her. Her breasts seemed almost more youthful than they had back when they were together for that fateful few days and he leaned down to suckle at them. His tongue teased at her nipples and she grabbed his hair, her fingers getting tangled in the curls of his hair.
He sat up and slowly slid her legs apart so that he could have a better angle. He held her legs up, near his shoulders and, with a free hand, slid his dick inside her. Fifteen years had passed, and like a fine wine, it only made the sex better. He slowly thrusted inside her until she was moaning quietly and he grunted with each stroke. He utilized the entirety of his dick and even reached down with his free hand to rub her clit while he slid further and further inside her.
His dick began to throb inside her and he leaned down, bending her legs down with him and kissed her. He felt her body quivering beneath him and both of them laughed at how quickly they had cum. Ashley reached up and grabbed his face, pulling him down into the bed. She positioned herself so that she was resting inside his arms, and just like before, they fell asleep, hands intertwined.
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However, as the morning sun shone through the blinds into Brandon’s bedroom, his arms still wrapped around Ashley, his hands cupping her breasts, reality slowly began to creep back into their perfect dream world. It began with a knock that came on the door and two voices peeped out from under it. The first was easily recognizable as Suzy and Brandon clenched up as she spoke.
“Dad, they ran a story about you and Mrs. Ashley, it’s not looking great for you.” Brandon’s eyes shot open as his mind raced to all the different possibilities of what they potentially could have said about the two of them. He realized that he did not do a very good job of hiding his affection during the last day and that it would take a lot of work to get ahead of this problem. Although, he already had plan in place to handle this. He just wasn’t expecting to have to utilize the plan so early. The next voice was obviously Sammy’s as it was slightly lower.
“Mom, we’re going to be late for the main stage. It’s our turn to go before the main show. We can’t miss this, it’s the last one.” Ashley’s eyes snapped open with this comment and both Brandon and Ashley snapped out of bed and sprang to their feet, frantically searching for their clothes as the two voices behind the door knocked and called for them repeatedly.
“Just a minute,” they yelled in unison. Brandon and Ashley paused for a moment and shared a laugh at the timing, but immediately started to get dressed again because they had no time to waste. Thankfully, the children seemed to leave them alone and left the door for a moment. Brandon strode across the room and kissed Ashley, pressing her back and bending her over. She giggled and stood back up and bent over to put her shoes on.
However, even with all the playfulness, they still felt like they had to discuss the future. They had no time though and both rushed to wrap everything up. Brandon wouldn’t let the past repeat itself.
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Brandon drove Ashley and Sammy back to the circus while Suzy waited at home and watched the news, taking notes of the things they said about himself and Ashley, and on his drive home, he listened to the local radio station while they did a report on him. He admitted that he had made a mistake by being so obvious, but he was pleased that people noticed that he was happy with another adult for the first time in nearly seven years.
Upon arriving home, Suzy was waiting for him at the kitchen table. She motioned for him to sit down, which he found adorable considering she was barely tall enough to reach things in the top of the refrigerator. However, at seven, she was more knowledgeable about social media than he ever would be, which frightened him.
“Dad, I’ll be honest. It’s not good, it’s not bad. People are impressed someone so attractive likes you, which you can take how you’d like. But it’s not important what they think.” Brandon stared at his daughter, who now appeared to be 27, not 7. “It’s what you think.” She walked over to the table and pulled out her seat. She hopped up and sat across from him. “Do you like her?” Brandon sat back in his seat and thought for a moment before he answered.