Anona and the Circus 11: Assault

>Our circus had packed up and moved down the road.  Traveling from one place to another took at least two days not to mention any possible delays like a truck breaking down or crew getting lost.  It was a pretty good chance for us to interact outside of what we would call work.  I got to know my circus-mates pretty well.
>This time for once I had something going.  Nancy and I were now a couple hot on the heels of our 24-hour anniversary. I hadn't seen her in 23-hours since we were in separate vehicles in the convoy.  I was given the task of driving one of the RVs, Fuggles was my copilot.  It is an unsaid thing but most critical conversations happen when two men are driving.  Fuggles had silently witnessed our romance and my encounters with BB.  He gave me some advice:
>”Don’t tell her, ever.  Goat women are the head-butting type and Boston women are the jealous type. Put them together and she will hate you forever, which is when you'll come out of the coma she head-butts you into.” He said. Fuggles was manning a large, worn map and a radio set to keep in contact with the convoy.
>”It's hanging over me.  I feel like at any moment it's going to slip out. Doesn't she have a right to know?” I replied.
>”Straighty, life is about perceptions.  You grew up in a house, yeah?”
>”...Yeah?” The question seemed very odd but on reflection I suppose there are people who grow up in mobile homes, apartments, and other non-fixed structures.  Those poor bastards.
>”Well, what if I told you your house was built over a mass grave?”
>”Like an Indian burial ground?”
>”These days they are Native Americans.”
>”Actually in the state we are now they official preferred to be called Indians.” I wasn't against the term, I just had a large knowledge of cowboy and Indian facts.
>”Really?”
>”Oh yeah.”
>”Huh. Anyway, this grave. This grave see? It's not even a burial ground. It's a mass grave.  At some point somebody slaughtered thousands of people and put them in a hol- er… trench.  Sometime later that's where your house is.” Fuggles said waving his hand.
>I took a moment to pause and look where we were, this state was incredibly flat but the landscape was beautiful.  Mountains in the distance looked like expertly decorated cakes, cakes that we're supposed to be desert mountains.  I gave Fuggles his answer.
>”That's pretty creepy.  Is my house haunted in this scenario?” I said.
>”Not a lick.  But it changes how you see your house, wouldn't it?”
>”Yeah, I suppose so. At least would explain freakish calcium levels.”
>”Sure thing, spud-sherpa.  The thing is that is what perception is, yeah?  The bones were under your house before you got there. They were there during every happy moment you had and every bad moment. Them being there affected nothing, it's you knowing and how you react that does affect you.” He said.  I nodded and tried to meditate on these words.  “Anon, you’ll be happier if you just forget about the past and focus on the present. You and she weren't a couple when you did it so what does it matter?” Fuggles said.  My eyebrows perked up.  He called me by my actual name instead of my clown alias.  This must be something serious, I wonder if he faced this dilemma himself.
>”Well, I didn't really have sex with her.  I couldn't, you know, put it in. I kept thinking of Nancy.” I rationalized.  I could see his point, it wasn't that Nancy needed to know but that it wouldn't change anything except make things worse.  When she saw my dick she didn't break out a comparison chart with any former boyfriends she might have had.
>”Hey! See, that's stand up guy stuff!” He said.  I felt that whatever Fuggles was revealing back there he must have closed it back up.  There must be a story there, maybe he'll talk to me about it in time.
>”Hey Fuggles, get on the squakbox and tell Nancy's car that I'll buy whatever she wants next stop over.” I said with enthusiasm. Past is the past, Nancy is my girlfriend now and that's all that matters
>”Ten-four!” Fuggles said with a salute.  He chatted on the radio and turned to me and said, “She wants a ring.” He waited for me to take a swig to say that.  I did a spit-take and he laughed like someone possessed.

>The next stop over came in the form of a convenience/gas station called Stop-O’s.  It was surrounded by a desert of red clay sand and down the road we could see the mountains inviting us.  This place was remote, not another building in sight.  I remember these sorts of places being called the last stop getting away from civilization or the first stop on your way back.
>I rushed out of the RV into the parking lot.  I was eager to see Nancy again. I heard Nancy’s familiar clopping behind me and when I turned around she leapt into my arms. We spun for a bit and then ran into the store hand in hand.
>With her everything seemed more colorful and interesting.  Crappy sunglasses, overpriced candy, and everything else made us laugh to no end.  Our jokes about the goat pill section lead Nancy down a naughty train of thought.  She kissed me on the cheek and hand in hand we ran to the store bathroom. A moment of hesitation struck and I glanced to the register only to see the clerk fawning over BB in aviators. She was defense in a way.
>With a tug Nancy pulled me into the bathroom. We had apparently traveled through a portal, since places like this we're modest yet invaluable to travellers and how travellers we're the lifeblood of the state’s economy that the bathroom was nothing short of extraordinary.  Marble floors, black marble counters, art deco stalls, the latest in faucet and plumbing technology, even a flat screen streaming weather data for the region.  It was not what I imagined making love in a bathroom would be like.
>We kissed deeply and she slipped her hands down my pants. She grabbed it with both hands and squeezed.  We broke kiss-contact and she started pecking my neck while she stroked me in a boxing pattern. Her chest was pressed against mine, her heart was picking up speed and she took a deep breath.
>She stepped back, pulled down her pants, and sat on the bathroom counter. Her legs spread and she showed her sex.  She was puffy and blushing red like a ripened fruit, covered in mucosa.
>I took the initiative and put my face to her pussy. I spread her lips and began to draw on her.
>”Whoa, hey, hello!” She shouted.  Her voice getting higher pitched and more arousing with each step.  She lost focus and slipped down the counter. Her firm butt hanging over the counter and her legs wrapped around my head, mostly so she wouldn't fall to the floor.
>Her voice was like a song to me. She would grab my hair and we would make eye contact. She twisted and heaved as she orgasimed, all the muscles in her hips we're strong, it felt like her lips honked my nose.  “Anon… Anon!” She said I stood with my spear ready to go.
>”No, stop Anon. I'm not ready for all the way, yet.” She said with pleading eyes. I was prepared to shout curses to God for this fate when she finished with the words, “Just the tip, okay? Please?”
>”I-I don't think I can control it like that.” A detached part of me said that with Frank honesty.  Most of me wanted to bully her and fully penetrate her.  That part of me was screaming that pretty loud right now.  I wanted to fuck her and never stop.
>”Let me do it.” She said, her voice was a siren’s call. I walked up and she grabbed my penis. She put it right to her lips and began stroking it. Her piston-pounding drove me wild but not as much as me getting inside her just enough to part her.
>She put her hand to my cheek and we looked at each other for a good minute, as I was about to cum she fousted my member up and I splattered over her belly.  I wonder how she knew I was cumming.
>I slipped my arms under her and lifted her up. She wrapped herself around me. She started telling me no but stopped when she realized I just wanted to hold her.  She set her legs on my feet.
>”Love you.” I whispered in her ear.
>”Y-you too.” She whispered back.
>We stood there holding each other for an eternity.  Like glass it was broken, though, when we heard Georg’s voice.  He was telling Fuggles to step aside, apparently.
>The portal swung wide and Georg appeared. He looked at me and Nancy and simply said, “Anon, I need to speak to you in private.” He then closed the door.  He seemed unphased that me and Nancy were hugging each other while our pants were around our ankles.