Gerard Emerton Must Die! (PG-13)

[countrymouse]

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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 his 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!”

[countrymouse]

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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 his 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!”

[countrymouse]

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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…

[countrymouse]

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 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 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 rescuing 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!”

[edithdick]

Bravo. Good job on another fantastic adventure!