A Simple Life: Chapter 172

After a time Winona rolls down her window. The fresh night air flooding into the humid cab felt delicious against my naked flesh and the muted nocturnal sounds of nature filled the still silence in just the right way so as not to disturb the amorous mood within. Though the breeze is cool I am kept warm by keeping myself tight to my lover’s body heat. In the dark we smooch and cuddle and whisper our proclamations of everlasting love to each other.

“Hrmmm.” I whine when Winona eventually lifts me up from her lap to let her still half hard cock slide from my ass.

As amazing as it was I was feeling incredibly tender after the no lube lovemaking. With my lust satisfied all of my erotic bravado during the heat of passion had evaporated. There would be no more of that kind of loving tonight and I already knew that I’d still sore tomorrow as well. It was all for the best as Winona’s romantic heart ruled her soul tonight. Her touch was as soft as rose petals falling across my skin and her words even softer. She must have told me that she loved me a dozen times or more and with each one I could hear a poet’s frustration growing in her voice. I heard it because I felt it myself. Despite being the most powerful three words in the English language even they were utterly insufficient to express what we had found in each other. There was no song or sonnet ever written that could have prepared us for the true power of these feelings.

“You’re gonna get cold.” She kisses me and rubs her hands up and down my cool back.

“I’m okay.”

“Come on, baby. Let’s get home.” Greedy for one last kiss I nuzzle in and receive it before shifting back to my side of the truck with Winona’s help. Turning on an interior light, which I squinted against as if it was the midday sun after so long in darkness, she puts her big cock away then waits patiently and watches me with a smile as I wriggle back into my clothes. Once I was dressed and buckled she asks. “Ready?”

After I give the nod she starts the truck and swings us around. Before long we are back on the highway and heading for home.

“That was a n-nice drive.” I giggle as I sit gazing across at her with smitten eyes.

“I was just tryin to buy some time for you to finish your bj before we got home.” Winona chuckles and shoots me a smirk. “I wasn’t planning on all that! Have you ever tried NOT being completely irresistible?”

“He he he! No, you!”

“You!”

“Y-You!”

She laughs and pulls me across for another hard kiss.

By the time we are pulling up to the garage our heads are spinning on near lethal blood sugar levels. Winona parks the truck and hurries around to open my door for me. Happy to pampered I wait for her and with grace accept her hand down.

“Ooo.” I peep as I slip down off of my seat to the ground.

“Sore?”

“Mm.” I nod. “In the best p-possible way.”

“Heh.” She grabs all of our bags from out of the back and together we head for the door. “Right pocket.” Picking up her meaning I reach into her pocket to find her keys to allow us in.

“Home sweet home.” I sigh as I step into the suite.

Putting down the bags she slips an arm around me to give me a squeeze. There is some talk of me giving Winona a ‘personal fashion show’ but we quickly abandon that idea as each of us just wanted to settle in. We sit for a time removing the tags of my new clothes, looking them over again, then piling them neatly to be cleaned the next day.

“I’ll t-take them to the apartment tomorrow.” I say. “I need to catch up with Brayden and start p-packing anyway.”

“It’d be free at my folks place.” She says. “Though you’ll have to deal with Mom.”

“Eek!”

She chuckles. “You two will have to get along eventually.” With a shake of my shoulders she says. “Might be best to take’em to your old place.”

“I’ll bring your dirties too. M-Might as well make myself useful around here.”

“Aw. Thank you, Sprout.” She smooches my head. “Your keys are on the dresser by the way. You can come and go as you like, this is your home now.”

“Oh! Cool.”

“I got my spare truck key from Pops and threw it on there too.”

“Oh, um, b-but I can’t drive a standard.”

“Yet.”

I grin. “Y-Yet.”

The new clothes are piled in her laundry basket and we begin brainstorming just how the space in the closet was going to be divided up. I hadn’t a clue how this was going to work. Even if I got rid of most of my stuff it was plainly obvious that this tiny suite just wasn’t designed for two full time occupants, four if you included Brutus and Johnny, but neither of us let that slow us down one bit. It only made it all feel more exciting and defiant. At this point we would live in a shoe box if that was the only way to stay together.

We share a very lovely shower together. Mashed together in the stand up stall we wash each other’s bodies while sneaking in plenty of making out. As I am stepping out she takes an opportunistic grope of my bottom.

“Hey! He he he!”

“I like how you smoosh.” She winks.

From there, in just a fresh pair of panties, I prepare a light snack of sliced apples and emmentaler before cuddling in with Winona and Brutus on the loveseat. I take a few nibbles and watch the Bailey Bunch with her for about half an episode before I whisper. “I’m beat.”

“Go ahead, babe.” She kisses my cheek. “I won’t be long.”

A quick brush of my teeth and I am cozy beneath the covers. Holding my ring close to my heart as I lay on my side I stare at the back of Winona’s head, which was silhouetted against the screen, as she finished watching her favorite show and reflect on the day that was.

What a morning! What an afternoon! What an evening! What a night! From breakfast with Grandpa to the visit from the police to the suspension and straight after having Winona show up at my work to present me with this ring and announce her love for me. From there the heart-to-heart, the invitation to move in together, the Rocky Road triple ripple dipple, and the adventure in the washroom. After that came the return to the garage, Winona’s fierce battle against her father’s common sense, my stepping up to represent the business with David and Grace, and the pride in Winona and Amos’ eyes when they returned. And then, ohhhh! The girl’s night out! The meal, the banter, Briar domming Babe, the fun, the laughter, the shopping, the acceptance. It was an experience that I would never, ever forget. And the further I got away from it the more insignificant that sad little security man seemed. Then it was the drive to the Tits, Briar and Kayla smooching in the back, Briar’s confiding in me and my support of her, and the way that both my friends looked so happy disappearing into the night. And then it was off for Winona and I’s own naughty nighttime tryst which lead me to now. What…a…day!

When Winona turns off the television she stands and looks over at me, an instant grin brightening her face. “What are you smiling at?”

“You.” I say right back.

She sticks out her tongue and makes a funny face which gets me giggling all over again. It is not long before she is ready for bed and we find ourselves alone in the dark once more. Well, almost alone.

“Stupid furrball.” Winona gripes as she has to move our kitten in order to lie next to me. She plops him down on my chest and slides in next to me.

“He n-needs love too.” I say softly as I pet his super soft fur, his little engine beginning to rumble right away. “Everybody needs love.”

“Can’t argue there.” She says, snuggling up next to me. “Love you, baby.”

“Love you, Winona.”

As one we let out a long, happy sigh…before getting interrupted by the bling of a text.

“Damn it!” Winona grumbles. “What is it about us trying to sleep?

“That’s my phone.”

“I know. Ignore it.”

“C-Could be Grandpa.”

“But…” She sighs. “Hold on.” Reaching to the bed stand Winona passes me my phone and cuddles deeper into me. “Who is it?”

“Briar.” I answer.

“What’s she says.”

I smile in response to the blushing smiley face grinning back at me from the screen. “She made the roll.”

Chapter 173