Anon and the Circus 14: Death

>The storm had dissipated by the time Nancy and I returned. We were greeted by the joyous cheers of our insane conspiratorial comrades. Perhaps they thought that that since neither of us were shot or injured that our relationship was mended. They were right, but I personally would like to think Nancy and I were back in spite of their antics.
>We left quickly after getting our gas and three 'S’s out of the way.  There was a change in the convoy arrangements with me traveling with the Aile de Airs.  Their bus was luxuriant, even compared to BB’s.  Every surface was immaculately clean and soft to the touch.  Like everything with these guys, what looked like pampering was a careful a careful regime for their act.  Their lounging was practice.  It only took a few minutes before I was asked to take a seat out of the way so as to not disturb them. Still, I had a plan and this was the place to be...
>The convoy travelled on. The red dirty desert crashed against the mountain range, past the mountains was a desert of fine sand, and past that desert was a slightly less barren desert.  We had arrived to the west coast and the state of our next gig. As we set up the carnival, the circus became a carnival when we were in high brow states, I had to set about in double time. Not only did I have to do hoisting this and screwing that but I had to meet my clown allies. I knew that I needed help, the kind of help that sane people would scoff at.
>I spent most of my time off with Nancy.  We’d talk, we’d watch movies, we’d just hang out.  I never felt awkward when a silence fell between us. She had a relaxing effect on me, she was a sort of refuge. Still, we were not very physical with each other.  It made my chest ache, also my groin.  There was a burr on the soft flesh of our relationship and if we didn't do something then it would rip it open.
>The night of the opening Nancy and I sat in her trailer. For once I felt awkward.  I scooted next to her.
>”Nancy, I did something.” I said. Nancy looked back at me quixotically.  She knew I was not setting up to give bad news, if I was I would be more direct.
>”Oookay?” She said after realizing this was some sort of act. I reached under the the coach and pulled out a costume, it was Nancy’s.
>”Oookay?...” Was again all she could say.  “Do you want to do that thing were couples where each other’s clothes?  Because I don't think my stuff will fit you.”
>”Oh, no. Why would people do that? No, I'm getting side tracked. Here..” I said as I stood up to better demonstrate her suit. “Notice anything different?”
>”No…” She said after a careful inspection. She sat up straight and put her knees together. She was now playing along and anticipating.
>Carefully I fingered the lightbulb off, I pulled a black bulb from my pocket, and screwed it in. The room is bathed in dim purple light while certain colors appear in neon.  In Nancy’s Dancy costume explodes in previously invisible colors and patterns.
>”Oh wow! That's cool!” She said.
>”Yeah, it will look cool on stage!” I said.
>”You mean I'll be in Ails de Air?!” She shouted in disbelief.
>”Yes. That or I'm inviting you to a grateful dead concert.”
>”How? I mean… I don't think I'm good enough.”
>”If you weren't good enough I wouldn’t be standing here with an ultraviolet clownsuit in women’s size.”
>”But really, how? The French don't accept anyone unless they have ridiculous qualifications. Seriously, I saw then turn an acrobat away because her grand mother wasn't an acrobat.”
>”They mentioned that, they said they didn't like her face.  Anyway, don't worry.  All I had to do was sneak off the convoy, hit a local potato grower, intercept the convoy again, use my long history of potatoes to prepare Au Graten in the frenchies Cheat Day, talk you up while the slirp down  the cheese and taters, after that me and the old clowns do up a costume for you in coordination with the show, and finally me and BB blackmail Georg into approving it.” I said in a single breath
>”But, why? I mean, I don't know how to react to all this.”
>”I'll be honest with you, I still felt like our relationship was damaged and I never got you that gift.”
>”Wait, did you do this so you could fuck me?”
>I sat down next to her and said, “I don't really know. Honestly, maybe.  I wanted to help you get to where I thought you were worth and Ails de Air is the height of a dancing career, I figured. Also we haven't made love since that day in the wind storm, it's got me worried about our relationship.”
>”I've been on my period.”
>”...Goats get those?” I said. She responded with condescending silence. “Is that why we haven't…”
>”Yeah, normally I’d take something but I didn’t find anything at that gas station and I will not bring myself to ask someone else to share.  I’ve been a bit distant because if we start anything I swear to god I’d force you to fill me like a bavarian cream doughnut.”  She said.  That last part made my face cycle through an endless cycle of emotions, mostly surprise.
>”Oh, well… Well.” I said confusedly.  Nancy then came forward again.
>”I really have been feeling this gnawing negativity with it.  I just keep thinking you're going to come out yell at me or judge me but you don't.  We’ve just spent time together like everything is okay.” She said. She reached out and took the costume from me.  She looked at it awhile and sighed, ”I don't think anyone has gone through so much effort for me.”
>”Well, I figured actions spoke louder than words.  What is a good boyfriend without treating helping his lady where he can.” I said with so much cowboy bravado you could here a whip crack and smell the fireside chili.  Perhaps it was that my concerns were answered and I didn’t have to worry about Nancy.
>”You really are in this for more than just a good time, huh?” She said clutching the clown suit.  “So what am I supposed to do here? Do I report to them or do they call me?”

>The show was an galaxy of lights and lasers with acrobats flying through the air with perfect precision.  Since it was high-brow it was actually hard to understand what was happening,  I think it was something about an underwater princess… or a story about a family of vampires fleeing communist Germany.  I was not really paying attention.
>My attention was solely fixed on Nancy.  Her role was a relatively modest one; she would sprint around the main stage trailing a thirty some foot long banner in her wake.  The banner was plain under normal light but patterns would appear under dark light.  Much of the show was under dark light.  Some banners symbolized the ocean, some ushered in the next act.  My only thought was seeming Nancy perform.  I anticipated her to come out every time so that I could see her smile as she performed.
>All too quickly the show ended.  I immediately ran backstage to see her.  All of the cast was back there peeling off the costumes and makeup.  These shows must have been physically intense to perform and feel everyone winding down.  I saw Nancy on the far side of the grotto of makeup mirrors, she waved me over with that same smile.  I waded through the spent frenchies over to her and saw her beckoning me over again, this time behind two curtains on the main stage.  It was just so that all lights were blocked and among the bustle and the many people around us they couldn’t see this narrow alley… All lights except for the dark light again.  Nancy was resplendent with glowing makeup on her face.
>”Did you like the show, Straighty?”
>”I thought you were great, Nanc-- Wait, what?” I asked.
>”It looks like some of your facepaint left residual traces.  Your whole face is green in this light.” She said with a giggle.
>”That would explain some of the looks I got.” I said as I wrapped my arms around her.  Nancy gave a sigh and her warm breath hit me.  We locked in a deep kiss.

>The show was an galaxy of lights and lasers with acrobats flying through the air with perfect precision.  Since it was high-brow it was actually hard to understand what was happening,  I think it was something about an underwater princess… or a story about a family of vampires fleeing communist Germany.  I was not really paying attention.
>My attention was solely fixed on Nancy.  Her role was a relatively modest one; she would sprint around the main stage trailing a thirty some foot long banner in her wake.  The banner was plain under normal light but patterns would appear under dark light.  Much of the show was under dark light.  Some banners symbolized the ocean, some ushered in the next act.  My only thought was seeming Nancy perform.  I anticipated her to come out every time so that I could see her smile as she performed.
>All too quickly the show ended.  I immediately ran backstage to see her.  All of the cast was back there peeling off the costumes and makeup.  These shows must have been physically intense to perform and feel everyone winding down.  I saw Nancy on the far side of the grotto of makeup mirrors, she waved me over with that same smile.  I waded through the spent frenchies over to her and saw her beckoning me over again, this time behind two curtains on the main stage.  It was just so that all lights were blocked and among the bustle and the many people around us they couldn’t see this narrow alley… All lights except for the dark light again.  Nancy was resplendent with glowing makeup on her face.
>”Did you like the show, Straighty?”
>”I thought you were great, Nanc-- Wait, what?” I asked.
>”It looks like some of your facepaint left residual traces.  Your whole face is green in this light.” She said with a giggle.
>”That would explain some of the looks I got.” I said as I wrapped my arms around her.  Nancy gave a sigh and her warm breath hit me.  Her soft fur and the warmth of her body had me staggered now. We both went in and locked in a deep kiss.
>My heart in an instant rattled quickly.  One hand feeling around to open Nancies costume while the other ripped buttons and threads off my own clothing.  Her body pressed up against mine felt different this time.  I grazed every curve of her body with fervor.  It felt different this time, like I owned her body.  No, that was not it.  It felt like it was mine, that it felt right.  Like pure water making passionate love to this woman here and now was the right thing to do.
>”I want to feel it.” She said in a moan.  She pulled my manhood from my pants and put it all in her mouth.  She wriggled her tongue to massaged and and clamped down with her jaw.  I could feel it as well:  Blood pumping into my holy spear with the rhythm of my heart.  With each beat it got bigger and bigger until I swore the skin became taught.  I pulled her up and looked deep into her eyes.
>”Do you want to do it?  I mean, with yesterday…” I said.
>”I have a condom.” she said,  I looked down to see she had slipped it on me with speed and deft movements. I looked up to see her lovingly say, “Fuck my brains out.”
>I lifted her up, she kicked her legs to either side, and I slipped her on my penis perhaps a little to quickly.  She bit into shoulder and gave a deep moan.  Her arms around me she took initiative and pulled herself up and down on me in rhythm.  I held her thighs to help and tried to find our center.  Her vagina was wet and hot and to me it was perfect.  We built up so much sweat that our clothes were sagging off.  Nancy wrapped herself around me and as we pounded away chest to chest I could feel her heart and mine. Despite our passion the position took alot of energy.
>”More, on your back.” She said, I was happy to oblige.  She barely dismounted me and kept rocking away in the cowboy position.  She leaned so far back her head reached my ankles, my member was pressed against the forward of her wall and she let out another moan.  I felt renewed hungry love for her and started humping her.  She yelped in surprise and tried to prop herself up some to ride out my length.  Her legs quivered and she mouthed the words, “‘I lerv you.’” Or what I could make out.
>That was it for me.  I had no other thoughts than my love for Nancy.  No care or fear.  I brought her up, turned her around, grabbed her by the horns and again entered into her.  Her backside was shapely, soft, and inviting. She had to stand on my toes for our love ordinance to meet.  I started slow again and with pace and whispered into her ear, “Remember when we first met?”
>”God… I wanted you even then.” She said between moans.
>”I really liked you as well.” I said.  We turned and gave a deep, passionate kiss again.
>”...We’ll keep working on that.” She said with a snort which was caught midway with another moan.  Her knees trembled and she whispered, “Do it.” over and over. It was entrancing. That was it for me.  I loved Nancy and I exploded into her.  Whatever would happen two us I swore in that moment that I would never leave her side.
>Just then the curtains pulled back and a spotlight showed right on us.  I dropped Nancy and she fell into the shadows.. I could hear people saying “Straighty.”  All I could do was smile and wave