“Mommy, Mommy.” Our two girls come running into our bedroom. Everytime I look at them I just have to smile. They are twins, nearly four years old now, but they couldn’t be more different. They look quite equal, both blond hair and piercing blue eyes, no wonder with those parents, but they are completely different in character.
While one is running around in a light pink summer dress with matching sandals and her blond hair in a neat ponytail, the other one is wearing blue shorts and a light blue t-shirt. Her hair is tousled like just out of bed and of course she’s bare feet. I sigh. Just like me at that age. Not really wanting to be a girl.
“MOMMY!” I jump at that loud sound close to my ear. Shit, I daydreamt again.
“You don’t have to scream like that, Josephine Rose.” I emphasise her full name, knowing that she hates it.
“My name is Joey!” is her stubborn reply.
Lauren Rose looks at her sister. “You are a girl. Joey is a boy’s name. Right, daddy?” She directs to her dad, who is just entering the room and looks somehow exhausted. I have to hide the grin when I see him. He’s a bit older now, but doesn’t want to admit it.
“It’s a boy’s name, but if Josephine wants us to call her like that we do it.” He ruffles Joey’s hair. She beams.
“Daddy said we are going to the beach and Steph, Jesse, Jake and Romeo are coming with us too.” She’s so excited. They just love their siblings. Fortunately Jake and Romeo are not so much older than the girls.
“Really?” I look at Jon questioningly.
“Dot, just called and said it’s ok that we take them with us.” Jon looks excited as well now. He just loves it to have all his kids around him. It’s sad that it doesn’t happen more often. But it is much more difficult to bring two family schedules and six kids in line than we all thought.
“Well, then we should better pack our stuff together.” I say standing up from the bed. “Lauren, Joey…please go and get your bathing suits.” While Lauren runs off eagerly, Joey frowns. Oh, no! Not again…
“Joey! I don’t want to discuss that again. You can wear your trunks here at home in the pool. But you are wearing a bathing suit at the beach!”
With a deep sigh Joey trots from our room. I just shake my head and turn to Jon. “You look exhausted, baby. Is everything ok?” I run my fingers to his full blond hair.
“Yeah, I’m fine. These two girls are just hard to stop. They had me running around the last two hours.” I laugh slightly.
“I know what you mean. Maybe you can relax a bit at the beach.” Jon looks at me amused.
“Honey, do you really think I’ll be able to relax with SIX kids at the beach?” For a second I’m stunned then I join Jon’s laughter.
“Well, definitely not with YOUR six kids!” Jon pulls me into his arms and gives me a kiss.
“Eeeehh! Do you have to do that?” We both jump away from each other and see Joey standing at the door.
“Yeah, we have to!” is Jon’s dry answer, pulling me close again. I have to grin. “Why are you wearing your trunks, Joey? Mom told you to wear your bathing suit!” Jon looks determinant at his little girl.
“But it looks sooooo much better! Please, can I wear them?” Joey replies in a pleading tone. I take a deep breathe and try to get my temper under control. I call feel Jon’s fingers gently rubbing small circles at my lower back.
“Josephine!” …well, not really working that calming down thing…even Jon jumps a little, but keeps on massaging my back. I close my eyes a second and in a much calmer voice I say “If you are not wearing your bathing suit, you’ll stay at home with Maria.” I hope it works! Maria has her day off today!
But I can count on my little water rat. Pouting Joey says “Ok, I’ll wear the bathing suit.”
“Do you think she’ll ever like it to be a girl?” Jon asks after Joey left.
“Yeah, don’t worry. I was the same that age…and today I really like it to be a girl.” With a grin my hand runs across his chest. He pulls me stronger at his chest and with an evil grin I add “She just needs to find out what she’s missing, and then she’ll jump on the idea, believe me.” My hands find their way to his jeans.
Jon groans. “Oh, God! I’m not sure I want that day to come” I chuckle.
“You’ll survive it, honey. You did quite well with Steph” I remind him.
“Yeah, but this time I have you to talk to. Dot and I were not really….talkative at that time.” Snuggling closer to him I nod.
“I will be right here, Jon.” He flexes his strong arms around me and after a soft kiss, he whispers against my lips “I know baby…and I’ll be here to hold you in these arms.”
End.
Monday, August 24, 2009
Chapter ten
The trip in the elevator was way to long. Faster, come on faster! I pushed the button for the ninth floor several times, but that stupid thing didn’t move faster. Fortunately no one else entered the elevator. Standing finally in front of his door, I was suddenly nervous again. But before I could even think about it, Jon opened the door with sparkling eyes and a huge smile on his face.
“Were you planning standing there forever?” he asked and pulled me close to him and kissed me like…like, I don’t know like what. I couldn’t think anymore. It just felt so good to be in these arms again, to fell his mouth on mine.
“I missed you so much, Kris.” He said against my lips.
“I missed you too.” I answered breathlessly.
“Why in hell didn’t we exchange phone numbers, addresses or something? I don’t even know your last name! And Kris is probably only half of your first name! How should I find you? A law student named Kris somewhere in Germany? How old are you by the way?” Jon fired this entire question a little angry and frustrated at me.
“I don’t know Jon…” I ran my fingers down his back and could feel him relaxing a bit “…but we definitely exchange everything this time.” I kissed him softly. “And I’m nearly 25.” Letting out a relieved breathe he pulled me closer.
“You can count on that! I’m not planning letting you ever go again.” He whispered hungrily in my ear. I could feel his erection pressing against me. Oh, so slowly he began brushing his fingertips down my neck. I closed my eyes. Oh, yes. He didn’t forget it! Jon pushed me down on the bed and carefully lay on top of me. I pulled him closer, my legs enclosed his waist. After such a long time I wanted to feel his full weight on me again…and he smelled so…so, like Jon! I knew, we would never make it to the after show party.
Well, that night in Hamburg, were he showed me that he remembered every small detail from our weekend in NY, even the white silk scarves were there, that night was a couple years ago. Somehow we managed to build up a real relationship after that. Mainly because Jon was flying from NY to Hamburg every free minute. I moved to NY after I got my degree and we had a wonderful intimate wedding at a small beach of New Jersey. I even had a job offer. The German consulate in NY wanted me to work for them. But something crossed that chance, I always dreamt of. Something that was worth it not to take such a great offer.
“Were you planning standing there forever?” he asked and pulled me close to him and kissed me like…like, I don’t know like what. I couldn’t think anymore. It just felt so good to be in these arms again, to fell his mouth on mine.
“I missed you so much, Kris.” He said against my lips.
“I missed you too.” I answered breathlessly.
“Why in hell didn’t we exchange phone numbers, addresses or something? I don’t even know your last name! And Kris is probably only half of your first name! How should I find you? A law student named Kris somewhere in Germany? How old are you by the way?” Jon fired this entire question a little angry and frustrated at me.
“I don’t know Jon…” I ran my fingers down his back and could feel him relaxing a bit “…but we definitely exchange everything this time.” I kissed him softly. “And I’m nearly 25.” Letting out a relieved breathe he pulled me closer.
“You can count on that! I’m not planning letting you ever go again.” He whispered hungrily in my ear. I could feel his erection pressing against me. Oh, so slowly he began brushing his fingertips down my neck. I closed my eyes. Oh, yes. He didn’t forget it! Jon pushed me down on the bed and carefully lay on top of me. I pulled him closer, my legs enclosed his waist. After such a long time I wanted to feel his full weight on me again…and he smelled so…so, like Jon! I knew, we would never make it to the after show party.
Well, that night in Hamburg, were he showed me that he remembered every small detail from our weekend in NY, even the white silk scarves were there, that night was a couple years ago. Somehow we managed to build up a real relationship after that. Mainly because Jon was flying from NY to Hamburg every free minute. I moved to NY after I got my degree and we had a wonderful intimate wedding at a small beach of New Jersey. I even had a job offer. The German consulate in NY wanted me to work for them. But something crossed that chance, I always dreamt of. Something that was worth it not to take such a great offer.
Chapter nine
Nearly two years later I had a ticket to their show in Hamburg. Thanks to the fan club centerstage, front row. My parents and friends told me that I were crazy, paying so much money for a ticket, but they didn’t know what happened in NY. I didn’t tell anyone. It was Jon and mine dirty little secret, something no one could take away from us.
In the last year Jon’s and Dot’s divorce was all over the news. It’s not exactly that they spilt up and fight, but the press wanted to know every single detail why this long time relationship failed. Somehow Jon managed to keep his private life as much out of the spotlight as possible.
Now I was standing here, in the stadium. I was so nervous. I couldn’t stand still a minute, but I didn’t want to leave my place, because I was afraid someone else would stand there when I would come back. Why don’t they put seats in the interior like they do at Giants?
So I sat and stood in front of the stage with my IPod playing Bon Jovi songs. And again I couldn’t stop the thinking. What if he doesn’t recognise me? Or even worse what if he does and doesn’t want to see me? Maybe it was a stupid idea to come… I was close to leave twice.
Then the supporting act started. Oh, what a nightmare! Gianna Nannini. Even if Germany is close to Italy, we don’t speak Italian. So no one understood what she was singing or saying. After one hour the nightmare was over. I got even more nervous.
Oh, my God, his white mic stand. Was that Tico there in the background? Damn, why do I have to be so small! While I still tried to figure out if it was really Tico, the beginning from “Lost Highway” filled the stadium and Jon jumped on stage.
The moment I saw him the world around me disappeared. There were no longer 60.000 excited fans; there weren’t even the other band members. It was just Jon singing on stage. I only had eyes for him…and his way to short brown hair! Don’t like it! Change it, baby!
During “Lost Highway” Jon didn’t see me. Maybe I had changed too much? But I actually just lost a couple pounds. Not much, I still had the curves he loved. Look at me, please!
They had just started “Born to be my baby”, when he stopped dead right in front of me. For one second he looked at me questioningly, but when I smiled at him a huge smile spilt his face. The girls around me were freaking out, but I knew it was just for me.
The rest of the band realized that something had changed Jon’s behaviour. Before they could lead over into “I’ll sleep when I’m dead” a couple songs later, Jon stopped everything and made them all come together. Even Tico had to climb down from his drums. All I could see was Richie shaking his head, Tico shrugging his shoulders and David looking more or less shocked. But it seemed that Jon got his way, wouldn’t wondered if not and after an awesome performance of “I’ll sleep when I’m dead / Mercy”, they started “In these arms”. I couldn’t believe it. His eyes were shinning with joy when he watched the stunned expression on my face. That night he was singing just for me.
After that it got even better. JOEY! Oh, my God! And then I had to giggle, because you could see that David was trying really hard to remember the right keys. He did it perfect, but his look was murderous. He really wanted to kill Jon in this minute.
The rest of the show was great. Seemed that they got back into the original planned set list. But there was still a little surprise waiting for me. As they came back to play the encore the familiar notes of “Living in sin” filled the air. He really remembered. I wanted to cry.
When they ended the show with “Wanted” a security man came walking up to me. “Excuse me, Miss.” Definitely American, I recognised the accent right away. I looked at him. “Would you come with me please?”
“Sure” I grabbed my stuff and we headed to the backstage area.
“Mr. Bon Jovi asked me to bring you to his hotel. He’s sorry that he couldn’t wait for you, but the fans would probably knock down the barricades. You see this is rather temporary.” He pointed to the fences. Behind them awful lot of people tied to get a glimpse of the backstage area.
“That’s ok. Safety comes first.” I smiled at him. Somehow he seemed relieved that I wasn’t upset.
We had a short and uneventful drive to the hotel. When we entered the lobby the woman from the front desk waved at us. Standing in front of her, I realized that she was a little bit nervous and not sure how to start.
“Well, are you Kris?” She asked curiously. I had to laugh.
“Yes, I am.”
“Oh, thank god. I have a message for you.” She handed me a little piece of paper.
“Thanks.” She nodded and turned to another client. The note was short: Suite 9304 to be in these arms. J. I smiled and walked to the elevators. The security guard just nodded at me and walked over to the bar area, probably checking everything for the after show party.
In the last year Jon’s and Dot’s divorce was all over the news. It’s not exactly that they spilt up and fight, but the press wanted to know every single detail why this long time relationship failed. Somehow Jon managed to keep his private life as much out of the spotlight as possible.
Now I was standing here, in the stadium. I was so nervous. I couldn’t stand still a minute, but I didn’t want to leave my place, because I was afraid someone else would stand there when I would come back. Why don’t they put seats in the interior like they do at Giants?
So I sat and stood in front of the stage with my IPod playing Bon Jovi songs. And again I couldn’t stop the thinking. What if he doesn’t recognise me? Or even worse what if he does and doesn’t want to see me? Maybe it was a stupid idea to come… I was close to leave twice.
Then the supporting act started. Oh, what a nightmare! Gianna Nannini. Even if Germany is close to Italy, we don’t speak Italian. So no one understood what she was singing or saying. After one hour the nightmare was over. I got even more nervous.
Oh, my God, his white mic stand. Was that Tico there in the background? Damn, why do I have to be so small! While I still tried to figure out if it was really Tico, the beginning from “Lost Highway” filled the stadium and Jon jumped on stage.
The moment I saw him the world around me disappeared. There were no longer 60.000 excited fans; there weren’t even the other band members. It was just Jon singing on stage. I only had eyes for him…and his way to short brown hair! Don’t like it! Change it, baby!
During “Lost Highway” Jon didn’t see me. Maybe I had changed too much? But I actually just lost a couple pounds. Not much, I still had the curves he loved. Look at me, please!
They had just started “Born to be my baby”, when he stopped dead right in front of me. For one second he looked at me questioningly, but when I smiled at him a huge smile spilt his face. The girls around me were freaking out, but I knew it was just for me.
The rest of the band realized that something had changed Jon’s behaviour. Before they could lead over into “I’ll sleep when I’m dead” a couple songs later, Jon stopped everything and made them all come together. Even Tico had to climb down from his drums. All I could see was Richie shaking his head, Tico shrugging his shoulders and David looking more or less shocked. But it seemed that Jon got his way, wouldn’t wondered if not and after an awesome performance of “I’ll sleep when I’m dead / Mercy”, they started “In these arms”. I couldn’t believe it. His eyes were shinning with joy when he watched the stunned expression on my face. That night he was singing just for me.
After that it got even better. JOEY! Oh, my God! And then I had to giggle, because you could see that David was trying really hard to remember the right keys. He did it perfect, but his look was murderous. He really wanted to kill Jon in this minute.
The rest of the show was great. Seemed that they got back into the original planned set list. But there was still a little surprise waiting for me. As they came back to play the encore the familiar notes of “Living in sin” filled the air. He really remembered. I wanted to cry.
When they ended the show with “Wanted” a security man came walking up to me. “Excuse me, Miss.” Definitely American, I recognised the accent right away. I looked at him. “Would you come with me please?”
“Sure” I grabbed my stuff and we headed to the backstage area.
“Mr. Bon Jovi asked me to bring you to his hotel. He’s sorry that he couldn’t wait for you, but the fans would probably knock down the barricades. You see this is rather temporary.” He pointed to the fences. Behind them awful lot of people tied to get a glimpse of the backstage area.
“That’s ok. Safety comes first.” I smiled at him. Somehow he seemed relieved that I wasn’t upset.
We had a short and uneventful drive to the hotel. When we entered the lobby the woman from the front desk waved at us. Standing in front of her, I realized that she was a little bit nervous and not sure how to start.
“Well, are you Kris?” She asked curiously. I had to laugh.
“Yes, I am.”
“Oh, thank god. I have a message for you.” She handed me a little piece of paper.
“Thanks.” She nodded and turned to another client. The note was short: Suite 9304 to be in these arms. J. I smiled and walked to the elevators. The security guard just nodded at me and walked over to the bar area, probably checking everything for the after show party.
Chapter eight
After our very good breakfast…..I’m impressed…Jon pulled me with him into the bathroom. “How about a really nice, hot bath?” He asked.
“Sounds perfect.” I replied. The hot water was just fantastic; I let out a satisfied sigh.
“Good, baby?” I looked up at him and nodded “Hmmmh”; I closed my eyes to really relax.
“Will you let me in as well?” I cracked one eye open again.
“Don’t you think that would be against the purpose of this bath?”
“I will behave, I promise!” he said while pushing his bottom lip forward. I couldn’t resist him.
“Ok, but keep your hands in check!” He slid in behind me, his legs surrounding me.
“I don’t think my hands are the problem.” He whispered into my ear and pulled me back against him. I felt his erection pressing against my lower back.
“JON!” I looked at him.
“I’m sorry, baby! You are just so fucking sexy …. I’ll take a cold shower afterwards!” Snuggling closer to him I mumbled against his lips “You better do.”
When the water started getting cold Jon lifted me from the bath tube. The bath was really nice, but now I was tired again. I could barely hold myself on my feet. Gently Jon wrapped me in one of the white fluffy bath robes. Carrying me to the couch in the living room he asked “What do you want to do this evening?”
“How about just staying here and maybe watch a movie?” I wasn’t in the mood to share him just a single minute with other people.
“And order something to eat?” he asked hopefully. I grinned.
“Sounds good…..now come here.” I pulled him close and we kissed softly.
We stayed like that for hours. Just holding each other and kissing from time to time. But suddenly a loud growl filled the silence. Jon flushed.
“I’m sorry, but I’m hungry.” I laughed
“I could eat something too, Jon”
“Great!” he jumped up from the couch. “Chinese?” he asked with the phone in his hand.
“Yeah. Shall I pick a movie?” I pointed at the big DVD collection on the wall. He nodded already ordering our diner.
Our diner arrived right in time and we enjoyed our quite evening watching the movie. Later in the bedroom Jon asked “Are you feeling better, darling?”
“Yeah, I do!” He still looked worried. I rolled my eyes “Jon, come here.” and pulled him close to me. We barely slept that night, making love over and over again.
When I woke up the next day, I could feel Jon lying close to me. His arm loose over my waist. I snuggled closer to him, not wanting to think about our goodbye. But a quick glance at the alarm clock told me, we didn’t have much time left. Shit, nearly 4 pm. Jon squeezed my waist in his sleep and mumbled “Don’t go, baby! I love you!”
OMG! He surely didn’t mean me, right? He can’t, it’s just two days. Slowly not wanting to wake him, I climbed out of the bed and walked into the bathroom. Maybe a shower would help me getting a clear head. But I couldn’t think about anything else than our goodbye. I knew I had to go. He was married. I had a life back home. This can’t work out…was never planned to. But shit, I love him. Tears started running down my face.
Suddenly I felt two strong arms coming around my waist from behind. These arms…I love them.
“Hey, honey…” he kissed my shoulder. “…why didn’t you wake me, we could shower together.” I wasn’t able to say a word, knowing my voice wasn’t steady, so I just shrugged my shoulders. Jon seemed to sense something was wrong and turned me around slowly.
“Oh, honey.” He said when he saw my from crying red eyes. He pulled me close while the tears ran over my face.
“I’m sorry, you shouldn’t see me like that” I said when we finally exited the shower.
“Why not? I’m the reason for those tears.” He ran his fingers down my face.
“I’m crying because I have to leave you, Jon…that’s a difference!” I felt the tears already prickle in my eyes again. Damn, Kris…hold it together. You only know him for two days…you can’t be in love! But I was.
When we said goodbye Sunday night, after one more time passionate love making, my little emergency box was actually empty by now, I was crying like a baby. I loved him and I had no idea whether I would ever see him again. I had to go back to my hotel and get my stuff. My plane was leaving early Monday morning. I didn’t want him to come with me to the hotel or airport. I knew I couldn’t handle that. Jon wasn’t able to hold his tears back either.
“Sounds perfect.” I replied. The hot water was just fantastic; I let out a satisfied sigh.
“Good, baby?” I looked up at him and nodded “Hmmmh”; I closed my eyes to really relax.
“Will you let me in as well?” I cracked one eye open again.
“Don’t you think that would be against the purpose of this bath?”
“I will behave, I promise!” he said while pushing his bottom lip forward. I couldn’t resist him.
“Ok, but keep your hands in check!” He slid in behind me, his legs surrounding me.
“I don’t think my hands are the problem.” He whispered into my ear and pulled me back against him. I felt his erection pressing against my lower back.
“JON!” I looked at him.
“I’m sorry, baby! You are just so fucking sexy …. I’ll take a cold shower afterwards!” Snuggling closer to him I mumbled against his lips “You better do.”
When the water started getting cold Jon lifted me from the bath tube. The bath was really nice, but now I was tired again. I could barely hold myself on my feet. Gently Jon wrapped me in one of the white fluffy bath robes. Carrying me to the couch in the living room he asked “What do you want to do this evening?”
“How about just staying here and maybe watch a movie?” I wasn’t in the mood to share him just a single minute with other people.
“And order something to eat?” he asked hopefully. I grinned.
“Sounds good…..now come here.” I pulled him close and we kissed softly.
We stayed like that for hours. Just holding each other and kissing from time to time. But suddenly a loud growl filled the silence. Jon flushed.
“I’m sorry, but I’m hungry.” I laughed
“I could eat something too, Jon”
“Great!” he jumped up from the couch. “Chinese?” he asked with the phone in his hand.
“Yeah. Shall I pick a movie?” I pointed at the big DVD collection on the wall. He nodded already ordering our diner.
Our diner arrived right in time and we enjoyed our quite evening watching the movie. Later in the bedroom Jon asked “Are you feeling better, darling?”
“Yeah, I do!” He still looked worried. I rolled my eyes “Jon, come here.” and pulled him close to me. We barely slept that night, making love over and over again.
When I woke up the next day, I could feel Jon lying close to me. His arm loose over my waist. I snuggled closer to him, not wanting to think about our goodbye. But a quick glance at the alarm clock told me, we didn’t have much time left. Shit, nearly 4 pm. Jon squeezed my waist in his sleep and mumbled “Don’t go, baby! I love you!”
OMG! He surely didn’t mean me, right? He can’t, it’s just two days. Slowly not wanting to wake him, I climbed out of the bed and walked into the bathroom. Maybe a shower would help me getting a clear head. But I couldn’t think about anything else than our goodbye. I knew I had to go. He was married. I had a life back home. This can’t work out…was never planned to. But shit, I love him. Tears started running down my face.
Suddenly I felt two strong arms coming around my waist from behind. These arms…I love them.
“Hey, honey…” he kissed my shoulder. “…why didn’t you wake me, we could shower together.” I wasn’t able to say a word, knowing my voice wasn’t steady, so I just shrugged my shoulders. Jon seemed to sense something was wrong and turned me around slowly.
“Oh, honey.” He said when he saw my from crying red eyes. He pulled me close while the tears ran over my face.
“I’m sorry, you shouldn’t see me like that” I said when we finally exited the shower.
“Why not? I’m the reason for those tears.” He ran his fingers down my face.
“I’m crying because I have to leave you, Jon…that’s a difference!” I felt the tears already prickle in my eyes again. Damn, Kris…hold it together. You only know him for two days…you can’t be in love! But I was.
When we said goodbye Sunday night, after one more time passionate love making, my little emergency box was actually empty by now, I was crying like a baby. I loved him and I had no idea whether I would ever see him again. I had to go back to my hotel and get my stuff. My plane was leaving early Monday morning. I didn’t want him to come with me to the hotel or airport. I knew I couldn’t handle that. Jon wasn’t able to hold his tears back either.
Chapter seven
Oh, yes…this feels so good…so soft! …Touch me again…Wow! What a dream! I was slowly waking up and still felt his hands between my thighs, his mouth on my neck. I moaned…then I heard a soft chuckle close to my ear.
“Are you finally awake, darling?” My eyes snapped open. That wasn’t a dream; he was stroking me softly between my legs. I turned around to him and before I could even say a word he kissed me. This time very softly and passionate. After grabbing a condom from the night stand, Jon entered me gently. We locked our eyes and took our time. This was pure love-making, no game or wild fucking. After our release Jon looked me deep into the eyes.
“Your eyes are absolutely amazing.”
“Dito!” I gave back. He frowned.
“No, I really mean that. They have such an intensive blue and then those white highlights in them….look like diamonds.” He said, softly running his fingers around my eyes. I blushed.
“No one had ever said that.”
“Well, they are all ignorant idiots.”
We stayed silent for a while. Just holding each other in our arms.
“Can I ask you something, Kris?” Jon propped his head on his hand.
“Sure”.
“What’s your favorite Bon Jovi song?” I looked at him surprised. Hesitant he added “Well, you know Bon Jovi, right? I’m the lead singer.” He said a bit unsure.
I started laughing. Jon blinked his eyes, still not sure what to think. “Oh, that’s so sweet, Jon. Of course do I know who you are and what you do!” He let out his breath. I shook my head. “Do you really want to know my favorite song?”
“Yeah, I’m curious.” I shrugged my shoulders
“Ok. I just LOVE “In these arms”….and “Joey”….and “Living in sin” I sat up excitedly “….and” Jon raised his hands.
“Wow, wow, wow…stop it.” He laughed. „You won’t recite the whole catalogue, right?”
“Well, I could!” I replied smiling.
“I believe that. …So why those songs?” he asked interested. I shrugged my shoulders again.
“Don’t know. I love all the other songs as well…..but those hit a certain spot when I listen to them.” He grinned.
“I think I found that spot too!” I hit his arms.
“You are naughty!” smirking at me he answered “But you like that, right?” Placing a small kiss on those gorgeous lips, I said “Yes” and snuggled closer to him. Holding me in his strong arms we felt asleep again.
When I woke up again it was already 2 pm. Turning around I realized that Jon wasn’t in bed. After a short trip to the bathroom, I entered the kitchen and found him…..standing there with only some faded jeans on….Jesus...rummaging through different bags.
“Good morning.” He looked up and smiled.
“Good morning, honey. Did you sleep well?”
“Like a baby.” Our lips met in a soft morning kiss.
Leaning my head against his naked chest…Oh, I love it! So strong and soft at the same time….I asked “Did you go out and bought something to eat?” Jon laughed.
“In that outfit?!” he pointed to his jeans.
“Well your fans would probably welcome it.” I giggled.
“Yeah, probably…No, this is NY! I called down to the shop and they bought the stuff over.”
“Well, I could get used to it. You don’t even find an open supermarket after 8 pm in Germany and on Sunday all shops are closed.” I told him impressed about America once again. Jon had a surprised expression on his face.
“Really? That wouldn’t work here!”
“For me it’s not even working in Germany. I’m just happy that I have a Burger King just around the corner….never closed.” I added. Jon laughed.
“Well, at least you won’t starve.” “Yeah, but I will here it seems!” I tugged at the bags. “What’s in there?”
“How do scrambled eggs, bacon and toast sound?”
“Good, really good...Do I have to cook?” I asked grinning.
Jon pouted “NO! I can do that...and here is your white coffee.” He placed a big cup in front of me.
“Oh, you remembered….that’s sweet. Thank you.” I gave him a kiss.
“You are welcome. I had a long fight with this computerised coffee machine” I laughed “But now I know how it works!” Jon told me proudly. “Why don’t you sit down here…” he pulled one of the kitchen stools out for me “…and I’ll make us some breakfast.” I hesitated slightly.
“You know I would prefer it to just stand here.” He looked surprised.
“Are you ok?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.”
“So why don’t you sit down?” I sighed.
“Because I’m a little ….. tender this morning and just don’t feel like sitting down right now!” Jon watched me worried.
“I hurt you!” MEN! I put my cup down.
“No, Jon you didn’t!”
“But…” I put my finger on his lips.
“You didn’t hurt me, Jon! I would have made you stop if you did. But as you realised yourself last night, I was rather tight. I didn’t have sex for quite a while.” He watched me still sceptical.
“How long didn’t you have…” He let the sentence hang in the air, looking unsure at me.
“Five years.”
“FIVE YEARS!?” he was shocked. “Wow, I could never do that.” I smiled
“That’s probably the difference between men and women.......I’m still hungry!” I added grinning.
“Ok, ok…” Jon prepared making our breakfast.
“Are you finally awake, darling?” My eyes snapped open. That wasn’t a dream; he was stroking me softly between my legs. I turned around to him and before I could even say a word he kissed me. This time very softly and passionate. After grabbing a condom from the night stand, Jon entered me gently. We locked our eyes and took our time. This was pure love-making, no game or wild fucking. After our release Jon looked me deep into the eyes.
“Your eyes are absolutely amazing.”
“Dito!” I gave back. He frowned.
“No, I really mean that. They have such an intensive blue and then those white highlights in them….look like diamonds.” He said, softly running his fingers around my eyes. I blushed.
“No one had ever said that.”
“Well, they are all ignorant idiots.”
We stayed silent for a while. Just holding each other in our arms.
“Can I ask you something, Kris?” Jon propped his head on his hand.
“Sure”.
“What’s your favorite Bon Jovi song?” I looked at him surprised. Hesitant he added “Well, you know Bon Jovi, right? I’m the lead singer.” He said a bit unsure.
I started laughing. Jon blinked his eyes, still not sure what to think. “Oh, that’s so sweet, Jon. Of course do I know who you are and what you do!” He let out his breath. I shook my head. “Do you really want to know my favorite song?”
“Yeah, I’m curious.” I shrugged my shoulders
“Ok. I just LOVE “In these arms”….and “Joey”….and “Living in sin” I sat up excitedly “….and” Jon raised his hands.
“Wow, wow, wow…stop it.” He laughed. „You won’t recite the whole catalogue, right?”
“Well, I could!” I replied smiling.
“I believe that. …So why those songs?” he asked interested. I shrugged my shoulders again.
“Don’t know. I love all the other songs as well…..but those hit a certain spot when I listen to them.” He grinned.
“I think I found that spot too!” I hit his arms.
“You are naughty!” smirking at me he answered “But you like that, right?” Placing a small kiss on those gorgeous lips, I said “Yes” and snuggled closer to him. Holding me in his strong arms we felt asleep again.
When I woke up again it was already 2 pm. Turning around I realized that Jon wasn’t in bed. After a short trip to the bathroom, I entered the kitchen and found him…..standing there with only some faded jeans on….Jesus...rummaging through different bags.
“Good morning.” He looked up and smiled.
“Good morning, honey. Did you sleep well?”
“Like a baby.” Our lips met in a soft morning kiss.
Leaning my head against his naked chest…Oh, I love it! So strong and soft at the same time….I asked “Did you go out and bought something to eat?” Jon laughed.
“In that outfit?!” he pointed to his jeans.
“Well your fans would probably welcome it.” I giggled.
“Yeah, probably…No, this is NY! I called down to the shop and they bought the stuff over.”
“Well, I could get used to it. You don’t even find an open supermarket after 8 pm in Germany and on Sunday all shops are closed.” I told him impressed about America once again. Jon had a surprised expression on his face.
“Really? That wouldn’t work here!”
“For me it’s not even working in Germany. I’m just happy that I have a Burger King just around the corner….never closed.” I added. Jon laughed.
“Well, at least you won’t starve.” “Yeah, but I will here it seems!” I tugged at the bags. “What’s in there?”
“How do scrambled eggs, bacon and toast sound?”
“Good, really good...Do I have to cook?” I asked grinning.
Jon pouted “NO! I can do that...and here is your white coffee.” He placed a big cup in front of me.
“Oh, you remembered….that’s sweet. Thank you.” I gave him a kiss.
“You are welcome. I had a long fight with this computerised coffee machine” I laughed “But now I know how it works!” Jon told me proudly. “Why don’t you sit down here…” he pulled one of the kitchen stools out for me “…and I’ll make us some breakfast.” I hesitated slightly.
“You know I would prefer it to just stand here.” He looked surprised.
“Are you ok?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.”
“So why don’t you sit down?” I sighed.
“Because I’m a little ….. tender this morning and just don’t feel like sitting down right now!” Jon watched me worried.
“I hurt you!” MEN! I put my cup down.
“No, Jon you didn’t!”
“But…” I put my finger on his lips.
“You didn’t hurt me, Jon! I would have made you stop if you did. But as you realised yourself last night, I was rather tight. I didn’t have sex for quite a while.” He watched me still sceptical.
“How long didn’t you have…” He let the sentence hang in the air, looking unsure at me.
“Five years.”
“FIVE YEARS!?” he was shocked. “Wow, I could never do that.” I smiled
“That’s probably the difference between men and women.......I’m still hungry!” I added grinning.
“Ok, ok…” Jon prepared making our breakfast.
Chapter six
Jon sat down next to me on the bed. His fingers caressing my breast wandering down my belly to stop at the waistband of my jeans. Suddenly he pulled his hand away. My eyes snapped open.
“Let’s add a little spice to the game.” I blinked my eyes and watched him irritated. “You are NOT allowed to come until I tell you!” WHAT!? My eyes grew wide in shock.
“Jon, I don’t think that I’m able to do that.” I stuttered. Not after such a long time! He kissed me softly.
“Give it a try, baby. I think you can.” I swallowed hard. Well, hell! I tried to get myself under control again. While Jon was tying me to the bed my body had calmed down a bit, but it was still a long time ago that I had sex. How should I survive that? I licked my dry lips.
“What…” I stammered, I took a deep breath “What if I come before you tell me?” I was curious. His mouth came close to my ear.
“Well, you said you like it to have a full mouth, right?” I swallowed hard again and with a red face I nodded yes. His eyes darkened. “Let’s play!”
His hand started wandering down my body again. Oh, Lord! Help me please! I tried to focus on my breathing. Slowly Jon opened my jeans.
Crawling between my legs he said “Raise your hips, honey.” And pulled my jeans down slowly.
A huge smile spread across his face “I knew it! It’s a matching set!” I couldn’t hide the chuckle, but stopped dead when his hands began softly touching my legs. All the way up…Oh, my…help!....and down….Breathe, damn it!....up….and down.
The moment when Jon kissed his way up to my thigh I knew I had to fight for every single second of control. Brushing his lips over my panty, he teased me with his hot mouth through the thin material. Carefully biting into the waistband, he slowly pulled the panty down my legs with his teeth. My breathing quickened up. Letting his eyes roam over my body he suddenly groaned.
“You have a Brazilian waxing?” I nodded breathless.
“Are there any more surprises waiting for me” he asked with a gleaming in his eyes.
“No, I don’t think so.” I whispered, trying to press my legs closer together. Maybe if I just build up a little more pressure, then I could…. But I forgot how attentive Jon was. His strong hands squeezed my thighs and he opened my legs again.
“Not nice…trying to play without me!” he had an evil grin on his face. I threw my head back in frustration. Damn!
Jon settled his head between my thighs. His hot breath tickled my soft skin shortly before he began caressing my most intimate flesh with his mouth. Oh,…shit! I clenched my teeth. My hips rose uncontrolled, but his strong hands held me in place. I felt his tongue dancing over my clit so softly…. over and ….over again. I was drenched. I felt my juice running down my thigh while Jon kept on torturing me.
“Hmmmh, you taste good, baby.” My head jerked up; under his intensive look my cheeks flushed deep red. Without haste he kissed his way up to my mouth. Our lips met in a hungry kiss. I could taste myself. Too embarrassed about it, I couldn’t look him in the eyes. He chuckled and caressed my face.
“It’s ok, honey.” After that he set himself to work between my thighs again.
He flicked his tongue over my clit one last time and then I felt it entering me. My muscles cramped.
“Oh, my God!” I screamed loudly. Jon looked up.
“Jon’s enough, baby.”
“Oh, shut the fuck up!” I yelled at him, raising my hips to his mouth in frustration. More, I just need a bit more… Jon chuckled again. Her temper shows…finally. God, she has me rocking hard. I can’t wait to take her. But first I have to finish this.
Gently he started fucking me with his tongue. I moaned. It felt so good! If he would just go faster. I tried to speed up the pace, but again his strong hands controlled my hips.
“Patient, baby, patient.” He whispered. I groaned in frustration, my body quivering uncontrollable on the bed, my head moving from side to side. Jon smiled and entered one finger in my hot soaking pussy. I screamed out of pleasure. Very slowly he moved his finger in and out. I felt my control vanishing.
“Please” I pleaded. Jon watched me
“Do you want more, baby?” I nodded my head eagerly. A second finger was added to my torture…no pleasure, not torture. I raised my hips even more.
“Please…Jon….please!” I nearly sobbed. Jon watched my efforts in amazement. She hates it to loose control. Not letting that happen very often…that’s so fucking hot!
“JON!” my scream brought him back to reality.
“I’m sorry, darling!” He added a third finger and started pumping me faster and faster.
“Oh, God Jon…..Yes….more…yes!” My hands gripped the silk scarves hard.
“Yes, baby!.... That’s it!..... Come for me darling!..... Trust me, baby! …..Come for me!” My body exploded. I screamed, feeling my inner muscles cramp strongly around Jon’s fingers.
While the waves of my orgasm were still running through me, Jon stripped off his jeans and grabbed a condom from the nightstand. Positioning himself between my thighs. He softly stroked a blond strand of hair from my sweating face.
“Kris?” My eyes focused on him. Not able to speak, I just nodded yes. In a long trust he entered me.
“Oh, yes” I moaned.
“God! … Are you tight, baby!” Jon said with clenched teeth, fighting for control on his own now.
“Faster, Jon….faster!” This time he didn’t deny my plead. A couple long, hard trusts later we both screamed out our release.
Collapsing Jon needed all his remaining power to roll off me and loose the scarves. Taking me into his strong arms he whispered. „That was awesome, darling.” Breathing heavily I could only nod my head before we both felt exhausted asleep.
“Let’s add a little spice to the game.” I blinked my eyes and watched him irritated. “You are NOT allowed to come until I tell you!” WHAT!? My eyes grew wide in shock.
“Jon, I don’t think that I’m able to do that.” I stuttered. Not after such a long time! He kissed me softly.
“Give it a try, baby. I think you can.” I swallowed hard. Well, hell! I tried to get myself under control again. While Jon was tying me to the bed my body had calmed down a bit, but it was still a long time ago that I had sex. How should I survive that? I licked my dry lips.
“What…” I stammered, I took a deep breath “What if I come before you tell me?” I was curious. His mouth came close to my ear.
“Well, you said you like it to have a full mouth, right?” I swallowed hard again and with a red face I nodded yes. His eyes darkened. “Let’s play!”
His hand started wandering down my body again. Oh, Lord! Help me please! I tried to focus on my breathing. Slowly Jon opened my jeans.
Crawling between my legs he said “Raise your hips, honey.” And pulled my jeans down slowly.
A huge smile spread across his face “I knew it! It’s a matching set!” I couldn’t hide the chuckle, but stopped dead when his hands began softly touching my legs. All the way up…Oh, my…help!....and down….Breathe, damn it!....up….and down.
The moment when Jon kissed his way up to my thigh I knew I had to fight for every single second of control. Brushing his lips over my panty, he teased me with his hot mouth through the thin material. Carefully biting into the waistband, he slowly pulled the panty down my legs with his teeth. My breathing quickened up. Letting his eyes roam over my body he suddenly groaned.
“You have a Brazilian waxing?” I nodded breathless.
“Are there any more surprises waiting for me” he asked with a gleaming in his eyes.
“No, I don’t think so.” I whispered, trying to press my legs closer together. Maybe if I just build up a little more pressure, then I could…. But I forgot how attentive Jon was. His strong hands squeezed my thighs and he opened my legs again.
“Not nice…trying to play without me!” he had an evil grin on his face. I threw my head back in frustration. Damn!
Jon settled his head between my thighs. His hot breath tickled my soft skin shortly before he began caressing my most intimate flesh with his mouth. Oh,…shit! I clenched my teeth. My hips rose uncontrolled, but his strong hands held me in place. I felt his tongue dancing over my clit so softly…. over and ….over again. I was drenched. I felt my juice running down my thigh while Jon kept on torturing me.
“Hmmmh, you taste good, baby.” My head jerked up; under his intensive look my cheeks flushed deep red. Without haste he kissed his way up to my mouth. Our lips met in a hungry kiss. I could taste myself. Too embarrassed about it, I couldn’t look him in the eyes. He chuckled and caressed my face.
“It’s ok, honey.” After that he set himself to work between my thighs again.
He flicked his tongue over my clit one last time and then I felt it entering me. My muscles cramped.
“Oh, my God!” I screamed loudly. Jon looked up.
“Jon’s enough, baby.”
“Oh, shut the fuck up!” I yelled at him, raising my hips to his mouth in frustration. More, I just need a bit more… Jon chuckled again. Her temper shows…finally. God, she has me rocking hard. I can’t wait to take her. But first I have to finish this.
Gently he started fucking me with his tongue. I moaned. It felt so good! If he would just go faster. I tried to speed up the pace, but again his strong hands controlled my hips.
“Patient, baby, patient.” He whispered. I groaned in frustration, my body quivering uncontrollable on the bed, my head moving from side to side. Jon smiled and entered one finger in my hot soaking pussy. I screamed out of pleasure. Very slowly he moved his finger in and out. I felt my control vanishing.
“Please” I pleaded. Jon watched me
“Do you want more, baby?” I nodded my head eagerly. A second finger was added to my torture…no pleasure, not torture. I raised my hips even more.
“Please…Jon….please!” I nearly sobbed. Jon watched my efforts in amazement. She hates it to loose control. Not letting that happen very often…that’s so fucking hot!
“JON!” my scream brought him back to reality.
“I’m sorry, darling!” He added a third finger and started pumping me faster and faster.
“Oh, God Jon…..Yes….more…yes!” My hands gripped the silk scarves hard.
“Yes, baby!.... That’s it!..... Come for me darling!..... Trust me, baby! …..Come for me!” My body exploded. I screamed, feeling my inner muscles cramp strongly around Jon’s fingers.
While the waves of my orgasm were still running through me, Jon stripped off his jeans and grabbed a condom from the nightstand. Positioning himself between my thighs. He softly stroked a blond strand of hair from my sweating face.
“Kris?” My eyes focused on him. Not able to speak, I just nodded yes. In a long trust he entered me.
“Oh, yes” I moaned.
“God! … Are you tight, baby!” Jon said with clenched teeth, fighting for control on his own now.
“Faster, Jon….faster!” This time he didn’t deny my plead. A couple long, hard trusts later we both screamed out our release.
Collapsing Jon needed all his remaining power to roll off me and loose the scarves. Taking me into his strong arms he whispered. „That was awesome, darling.” Breathing heavily I could only nod my head before we both felt exhausted asleep.
Chapter five
He pulled me with him in his room, but before he kissed me again, he started looking for something in the nightstand. I watched him with a mixture of confusion and amusement. Actually it was really funny to see him rummaging through the drawers.
“Bastard, … will pay for that.” I heard him mumble.
“Jon?….Jon!” He looked up. “What are you looking for?”
“Well,…” he stuttered with now lightly flushed cheeks “… I was looking for condoms.” I looked at him irritated
“This is your place to crash and you don’t have condoms here?” I couldn’t believe it.
“No…I mean, I had, but …. Richie used the apartment the last couple weeks and…” he turned that big box, he was holding in his hands, upside down and shook it “…see it’s empty.”
He looked like a little boy, who wanted to prove that he hadn’t stolen the cookies. I couldn’t help it and erupted in uncontrolled laughter. Jon looked at me as if I was nuts, what only made me laugh harder. I had to sit down on the bed. Then he seemed to realize how funny this whole situation was and started laughing as well. We were both sitting on the bed and had tears streaming down out faces.
“If Richie’s using your apartment, he could at least stock up the “supplies” before he’s leaving.” I told Jon still at bit breathless.
“I will tell him, honey … I will tell him.” He nodded. “But right now, I’ll have to leave you alone for a few minutes; I’ll be right back, ok?” He stood up from the bed.
“Jon.” I put my hand on his arm. Jon turned around questioningly. “You don’t have to go too far. Just bring me my bag from the living room, ok?”
Curious, he brought me my handbag. “The box is not as big as yours.…” I took the little box with 12 condoms out of my bag “…but I think it’ll last for a while.” He had a smile on his face.
“I like women who think along.” His eyes darken and with a grin he asked “Where were we?” I put the box on the nightstand.
“Right here, baby!” I said opening my arms wide. When he kissed me, I pulled him back with me on the bed.
Our tongues danced again and my fingers were running through his hair. Oh, yes it is as soft as it looks. I tugged at his shirt and pulled it over his head. My hands ran down his muscular chest. I could do that all day long. His hands wandered down my body, finding the hem of my shirt, he slowly pulled it over my head.
Exposing my breast he groaned. “Is that a matching set?” he asked while his fingers were running slightly over my bra. I smiled at him and wiggled my hips
“You have to find that out on your own!”
Pressing harder against me, he stopped my movements. I gasped, felling him rock hard against my thigh. With an evil smile he said “I’ll find that out later. It’s nice to build up the excitement a bit. Now I want to do what I was waiting for all day!”
Attendant I looked at him. He tilted his head and began kissing and licking my breast. God! They are so soft and full, I could lose myself in them. Removing my bra, he sucked one nipple into his mouth, circling it softly with his tongue. I moaned. God, that feels so good! My hands cupped his head; I didn’t ever want him to stop. He moved his mouth to my other breast and worked on that nipple with the same attention. I can hardly think anymore. My whole body is on fire and he is only kissing me! Oh, God! He will kill me!
Releasing my breast he brushed his tongue over my lips. Trembling I opened my mouth. His tongue explored my hot mouth very softly, and then wandered down my throat to my neck. His fingers followed his tongue and when he started kissing and touching my neck, I let out a load moan. “YES!” I pressed myself stronger against him, my arms around his back holding him close. I want him! I want him so much!
“You really like it if I’m doing that with your neck, right darling?” I only nodded yes. Jon moved closer to my left ear “Are you already wet, baby?”
My whole body started to tremble uncontrolled. I’m so fucking close! With a soft smile he looked into my unfocused eyes…and waited patiently. With flushed cheeks I whispered “Yes”. Jon grinned satisfied.
“Do you want more?” he asked again close to my ear. Hell, yes! Biting down on my lip, I nodded. He pulled something out from under the bed. “Are you ready to let me fulfil your fantasy?” he asked while holding up two white silk scarves. I sucked in a sharp breathe and watched him with wide eyes. I got to admit I was a bit scared.
Somehow he must sensed my fear, because he bend down to kiss me softly “I could never hurt you, Kris!” he said while looking deep into my eyes. Still a bit nervous and biting down on my lip, I said “Ok” and raised my hands over my head to the metal bed frame. His eyes darkened with excitement while he carefully put the scarves around my wrists.
“Ok that way?” he wanted to know “not too tight? Can you still feel your fingers?”
“It’s fine” I whispered. Actually he adjusted the scarves so loose around my wrists that I could free myself easily if I wanted.
“Bastard, … will pay for that.” I heard him mumble.
“Jon?….Jon!” He looked up. “What are you looking for?”
“Well,…” he stuttered with now lightly flushed cheeks “… I was looking for condoms.” I looked at him irritated
“This is your place to crash and you don’t have condoms here?” I couldn’t believe it.
“No…I mean, I had, but …. Richie used the apartment the last couple weeks and…” he turned that big box, he was holding in his hands, upside down and shook it “…see it’s empty.”
He looked like a little boy, who wanted to prove that he hadn’t stolen the cookies. I couldn’t help it and erupted in uncontrolled laughter. Jon looked at me as if I was nuts, what only made me laugh harder. I had to sit down on the bed. Then he seemed to realize how funny this whole situation was and started laughing as well. We were both sitting on the bed and had tears streaming down out faces.
“If Richie’s using your apartment, he could at least stock up the “supplies” before he’s leaving.” I told Jon still at bit breathless.
“I will tell him, honey … I will tell him.” He nodded. “But right now, I’ll have to leave you alone for a few minutes; I’ll be right back, ok?” He stood up from the bed.
“Jon.” I put my hand on his arm. Jon turned around questioningly. “You don’t have to go too far. Just bring me my bag from the living room, ok?”
Curious, he brought me my handbag. “The box is not as big as yours.…” I took the little box with 12 condoms out of my bag “…but I think it’ll last for a while.” He had a smile on his face.
“I like women who think along.” His eyes darken and with a grin he asked “Where were we?” I put the box on the nightstand.
“Right here, baby!” I said opening my arms wide. When he kissed me, I pulled him back with me on the bed.
Our tongues danced again and my fingers were running through his hair. Oh, yes it is as soft as it looks. I tugged at his shirt and pulled it over his head. My hands ran down his muscular chest. I could do that all day long. His hands wandered down my body, finding the hem of my shirt, he slowly pulled it over my head.
Exposing my breast he groaned. “Is that a matching set?” he asked while his fingers were running slightly over my bra. I smiled at him and wiggled my hips
“You have to find that out on your own!”
Pressing harder against me, he stopped my movements. I gasped, felling him rock hard against my thigh. With an evil smile he said “I’ll find that out later. It’s nice to build up the excitement a bit. Now I want to do what I was waiting for all day!”
Attendant I looked at him. He tilted his head and began kissing and licking my breast. God! They are so soft and full, I could lose myself in them. Removing my bra, he sucked one nipple into his mouth, circling it softly with his tongue. I moaned. God, that feels so good! My hands cupped his head; I didn’t ever want him to stop. He moved his mouth to my other breast and worked on that nipple with the same attention. I can hardly think anymore. My whole body is on fire and he is only kissing me! Oh, God! He will kill me!
Releasing my breast he brushed his tongue over my lips. Trembling I opened my mouth. His tongue explored my hot mouth very softly, and then wandered down my throat to my neck. His fingers followed his tongue and when he started kissing and touching my neck, I let out a load moan. “YES!” I pressed myself stronger against him, my arms around his back holding him close. I want him! I want him so much!
“You really like it if I’m doing that with your neck, right darling?” I only nodded yes. Jon moved closer to my left ear “Are you already wet, baby?”
My whole body started to tremble uncontrolled. I’m so fucking close! With a soft smile he looked into my unfocused eyes…and waited patiently. With flushed cheeks I whispered “Yes”. Jon grinned satisfied.
“Do you want more?” he asked again close to my ear. Hell, yes! Biting down on my lip, I nodded. He pulled something out from under the bed. “Are you ready to let me fulfil your fantasy?” he asked while holding up two white silk scarves. I sucked in a sharp breathe and watched him with wide eyes. I got to admit I was a bit scared.
Somehow he must sensed my fear, because he bend down to kiss me softly “I could never hurt you, Kris!” he said while looking deep into my eyes. Still a bit nervous and biting down on my lip, I said “Ok” and raised my hands over my head to the metal bed frame. His eyes darkened with excitement while he carefully put the scarves around my wrists.
“Ok that way?” he wanted to know “not too tight? Can you still feel your fingers?”
“It’s fine” I whispered. Actually he adjusted the scarves so loose around my wrists that I could free myself easily if I wanted.
Chapter four
“So, are you coming with me? I don’t want this night to end already, Kris.” Jon asked when we stepped outside the pizza place.
I looked at him unsure. “What about your wife? I’m sure she’s waiting.”
Jon laughed a little bitter. “Well, it’s not that Dot is actually expecting me to come home tonight or the rest of the weekend.” I watch him closely, his lips are pressed together.
“Jon,…if you want to talk about it…” He held up his hands and I stopped.
“No, Kris. I really don’t want to talk about it. I just want to spend a really nice evening with you….please?” he added in a nearly pleading voice. I nodded yes and he left out a relieved sigh. “Good. Let’s go to my little secret place.”
I raised my eyebrows in surprise. He winked at me. “Sometimes a man just needs a place to crash.” I can’t hide the grin
“So you want to crash?”
“Well, we’ll see…come on!” Jon grabbed my hand and pulled me with him. Stopping a taxi and we were on our way, but all I could do was starring out of the window, I wasn’t able to look him in the eyes. I couldn’t stop the thinking. Is this right? Shouldn’t you better leave? Will that be more than just a one night stand? …Oh, come on, it can’t be! Don’t get your heart involved. But it is already, you are dreaming of this since you were sixteen!! Oh, my God…what are you wearing??? Oh, yeah that pink-black lace set. Thank god!
“Darling, are you ok?” He put his hand on my leg. I nearly jumped.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” I stuttered.
“Then why do I have the feeling that you want to runaway?” He can’t hear the music in my head right? Calm down! I turned a bit in my seat and finally looked at him.
“Jon, it’s just that I normally don’t do such things.”
“Such things? You mean going home with a guy you only know for…” He took a look at his watch “…six hours and 24 minutes?”
“You know the minutes?” I was stunned.
“Well, it was actually just a roughly guess.” Grinning I shook my head. “And…” I looked at him again. “… it did the trick.”
“Trick? What do you mean?”
“You are finally talking to me.” He answered with that absolutely perfect smile. Before I could say anything the taxi stopped in front of a big apartment building. I realized that despite the fact that I had looked out of the window most of our drive, I had no idea where we were.
Entering the elevator, Jon used his key to get us to the last level, the penthouse. What else were you thinking?! He turned to me
“Don’t worry, darling. I will not tie you up to the bed and have my way with you.” My head snapped up and I gulped. How does he know? I have this fantasy since…well, forever. My reaction made Jon’s eyes narrow and somehow they are getting a bit darker.
“But we can do that if you want to.” He whispered softly in my ear after stepping behind me. His breathe tickled my neck and I had to control myself not to moan out loud. Doing something to my neck, you can get me anytime. Hot! It’s getting hot in this elevator! Ah, we are there.
“So, come on in, darling.” Jon opened the door and we entered his apartment.
Wow! What a view. All these lights from the other buildings, amazing. And the apartment itself isn’t bad either.
“Jon, it’s beautiful.” I said gesturing at the apartment.
“Yes, it is” he whispered closely to my ear. Slowly he turned me to face him. I still wasn’t able to look at him directly. Very softly he began caressing my face with his fingertips. Following the jaw line to my chin, tilting it up slowly, he searched eyes.
In that moment all my doubts were gone. He had such an insure look in his eyes himself, his blues eyes shimmering like he was holding back the tears. I brought my hands to his face and slowly our lips came closer. His lips brushed softly over mine, my arms wandered around his neck and I stood on tiptoes to reach his mouth better. Our kissing grew more passionate. Our tongues duelling in a hot dance. He tasted so good. When we finally broke apart, we were breathing heavily.
“Wow, darling. You sure enjoy kissing.” Jon said still trying to control his breathe. I grinned
“Yeah, I always did… really turns me on!” I added after a short hesitation.
“Well, then we better get in my room, cause I plan kissing you even more!” Jon said with darkening eyes.
I looked at him unsure. “What about your wife? I’m sure she’s waiting.”
Jon laughed a little bitter. “Well, it’s not that Dot is actually expecting me to come home tonight or the rest of the weekend.” I watch him closely, his lips are pressed together.
“Jon,…if you want to talk about it…” He held up his hands and I stopped.
“No, Kris. I really don’t want to talk about it. I just want to spend a really nice evening with you….please?” he added in a nearly pleading voice. I nodded yes and he left out a relieved sigh. “Good. Let’s go to my little secret place.”
I raised my eyebrows in surprise. He winked at me. “Sometimes a man just needs a place to crash.” I can’t hide the grin
“So you want to crash?”
“Well, we’ll see…come on!” Jon grabbed my hand and pulled me with him. Stopping a taxi and we were on our way, but all I could do was starring out of the window, I wasn’t able to look him in the eyes. I couldn’t stop the thinking. Is this right? Shouldn’t you better leave? Will that be more than just a one night stand? …Oh, come on, it can’t be! Don’t get your heart involved. But it is already, you are dreaming of this since you were sixteen!! Oh, my God…what are you wearing??? Oh, yeah that pink-black lace set. Thank god!
“Darling, are you ok?” He put his hand on my leg. I nearly jumped.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” I stuttered.
“Then why do I have the feeling that you want to runaway?” He can’t hear the music in my head right? Calm down! I turned a bit in my seat and finally looked at him.
“Jon, it’s just that I normally don’t do such things.”
“Such things? You mean going home with a guy you only know for…” He took a look at his watch “…six hours and 24 minutes?”
“You know the minutes?” I was stunned.
“Well, it was actually just a roughly guess.” Grinning I shook my head. “And…” I looked at him again. “… it did the trick.”
“Trick? What do you mean?”
“You are finally talking to me.” He answered with that absolutely perfect smile. Before I could say anything the taxi stopped in front of a big apartment building. I realized that despite the fact that I had looked out of the window most of our drive, I had no idea where we were.
Entering the elevator, Jon used his key to get us to the last level, the penthouse. What else were you thinking?! He turned to me
“Don’t worry, darling. I will not tie you up to the bed and have my way with you.” My head snapped up and I gulped. How does he know? I have this fantasy since…well, forever. My reaction made Jon’s eyes narrow and somehow they are getting a bit darker.
“But we can do that if you want to.” He whispered softly in my ear after stepping behind me. His breathe tickled my neck and I had to control myself not to moan out loud. Doing something to my neck, you can get me anytime. Hot! It’s getting hot in this elevator! Ah, we are there.
“So, come on in, darling.” Jon opened the door and we entered his apartment.
Wow! What a view. All these lights from the other buildings, amazing. And the apartment itself isn’t bad either.
“Jon, it’s beautiful.” I said gesturing at the apartment.
“Yes, it is” he whispered closely to my ear. Slowly he turned me to face him. I still wasn’t able to look at him directly. Very softly he began caressing my face with his fingertips. Following the jaw line to my chin, tilting it up slowly, he searched eyes.
In that moment all my doubts were gone. He had such an insure look in his eyes himself, his blues eyes shimmering like he was holding back the tears. I brought my hands to his face and slowly our lips came closer. His lips brushed softly over mine, my arms wandered around his neck and I stood on tiptoes to reach his mouth better. Our kissing grew more passionate. Our tongues duelling in a hot dance. He tasted so good. When we finally broke apart, we were breathing heavily.
“Wow, darling. You sure enjoy kissing.” Jon said still trying to control his breathe. I grinned
“Yeah, I always did… really turns me on!” I added after a short hesitation.
“Well, then we better get in my room, cause I plan kissing you even more!” Jon said with darkening eyes.
Chapter Three
During our conversation Jon had finished his chocolate cake and my coffee still wasn’t there. Bitch!
Now he asked “What were you planning for today?” I looked at him surprised.
“Do you want to join me?”
“Yeah, why not?” I must have a really shocked expression on my face, because Jon’s face turned serious the next second. “Are you alright, Kris?”
“Huh, yeah. It’s just I thought you probably have better things to do than walk around with me.”
“Well, Richie’s not in town.” I laughed. Before I could ask about his family, he added “So what are we doing?” Seems he doesn’t want to talk about it.
“Well, I was running around so much in the last couple days, seeing all the stuff you just have to see when you’re in NY and went shopping” I pointed out, Jon just grinned. “That I decided to take a walk at Central Park and have dinner somewhere, just relax a bit, you know.” I said apologetic.
Jon nodded “Well that’s sounds like a plan to me. Let’s go.” He got up and pulled me to my feet. I was still a bit shocked when we paid and left the café …. Holding hands.
The afternoon we spend walking around in Central Park. Jon was telling stories about the road and how funny it is to tease David about his clothes. I could hardly control my laugh and had tears in my eyes. I felt so damn comfortable around him, just like we’ve known each other the whole life. We were holding hands or he had his arm around my waist and when he figured out that I’m ticklish, he started to tickle me still tears were streaming down my face and I was begging him for mercy. He finally stopped when we were sharing some ice cream….chocolate, of course!
Normally I do not bind so fast with strangers. But was he really a stranger? I listened to his music for so long, maybe I already know him a bit. I looked at him while he was talking, he’s so sexy and his arm feels so strong around my waist. Sigh. I wonder how it would feel to wake up in these arms. Oh, God Kris stop it! He’s a married man, even if he doesn’t want to talk about that now!
Walking around all afternoon had made us hungry. “So, what do you want to eat, Kris? Chinese? Italian?”
“Italian, sort of.” Jon turned at me confused; I had to laugh... again. “I want a real good pizza!”
“You want pizza?” he was truly surprised. “Kris, we could go for real food, I will pay…” I interrupted him.
“That’s very sweet Jon, but that’s not the reason.” Jon looked even more confused.
“Ok, but you have to explain that.”
He took me to pizza place just around the corner. To me it looked very much American. “So why pizza?” He asked while we were eating.
“God, this is good.” I sighed.
Jon looked at me amused. “Yeah, it seems so. Wait.” I looked up.
“What’s wrong?” Jon reached over the table and touched my chin. “You have cheese and tomato sauce dripping from your face.”
“Oh, can you give me a napkin, please?” I pointed at the pile at the edge of the table.
“Here, darling.”
“Thanks.” I wiped the cheese and tomato sauce away and stopped dead in my movement.
“What did you call me?”
“Huh,…darling” He grinned. “Do you mind? I called you that before” He looked irritated.
“Yes, but only to annoy the waitress.” I pointed out.
“What makes you think it was only to annoy her?” he asked with a smile. I opened my mouth, but I didn’t know what to say. Instead my cheeks flushed. GREAT!
Jon had the grace to drop that topic. “So, what’s this with you and pizza?”
I smiled lightly, all of a sudden shy. “Well this is pizza! In Germany, the stuff they call pizza is so thin, you’re not even sure whether you have something in your mouth or not.”
His eyes gleaming evilly. “So, you like it to have a full mouth?” I nearly spilled my coke across the table. “Are you alright?” he asked trying to hold back his laughter.
“Yeah, no problem.” I answered, again with flushed cheeks. Where the hell should that end?
“Good, maybe we can have a drink at my place then.” I’m sure my heart stopped beating. In my mind everything got foggy, did he really mean that? What should I say? And then I heard myself replying.
“We’ll see, let’s finish here first.” WHAT??? Oh, Kris…that’s so not you. You never jumped into bed with a guy the first date. Date? Is this a date? Actually, you know much more about him than any other guy you were on a first date so far. Well, does that me you have to sleep with him? No, actually not, but…he’s soooo sexy. Just look how he eats that pizza. You want to rip that piece away from his mouth and explore it with your tongue … Oh, damn calm down. Otherwise you come right away. It’s been quite a while, don’t forget that!
While I was thinking all that, I didn’t realize that Jon was watching me with more and more interest. That I didn’t jump immediately on the offer to go with him turned him on even more.
She’s sweet when she’s so unsure about something. That little wrinkle between her eyes when she’s thinking, just cute and her flushed face. I wonder if it’s the same when she comes. God damn, JON! Calm down now! ... But damn I want her. Please, come with baby, please. He pleaded in his mind.
Now he asked “What were you planning for today?” I looked at him surprised.
“Do you want to join me?”
“Yeah, why not?” I must have a really shocked expression on my face, because Jon’s face turned serious the next second. “Are you alright, Kris?”
“Huh, yeah. It’s just I thought you probably have better things to do than walk around with me.”
“Well, Richie’s not in town.” I laughed. Before I could ask about his family, he added “So what are we doing?” Seems he doesn’t want to talk about it.
“Well, I was running around so much in the last couple days, seeing all the stuff you just have to see when you’re in NY and went shopping” I pointed out, Jon just grinned. “That I decided to take a walk at Central Park and have dinner somewhere, just relax a bit, you know.” I said apologetic.
Jon nodded “Well that’s sounds like a plan to me. Let’s go.” He got up and pulled me to my feet. I was still a bit shocked when we paid and left the café …. Holding hands.
The afternoon we spend walking around in Central Park. Jon was telling stories about the road and how funny it is to tease David about his clothes. I could hardly control my laugh and had tears in my eyes. I felt so damn comfortable around him, just like we’ve known each other the whole life. We were holding hands or he had his arm around my waist and when he figured out that I’m ticklish, he started to tickle me still tears were streaming down my face and I was begging him for mercy. He finally stopped when we were sharing some ice cream….chocolate, of course!
Normally I do not bind so fast with strangers. But was he really a stranger? I listened to his music for so long, maybe I already know him a bit. I looked at him while he was talking, he’s so sexy and his arm feels so strong around my waist. Sigh. I wonder how it would feel to wake up in these arms. Oh, God Kris stop it! He’s a married man, even if he doesn’t want to talk about that now!
Walking around all afternoon had made us hungry. “So, what do you want to eat, Kris? Chinese? Italian?”
“Italian, sort of.” Jon turned at me confused; I had to laugh... again. “I want a real good pizza!”
“You want pizza?” he was truly surprised. “Kris, we could go for real food, I will pay…” I interrupted him.
“That’s very sweet Jon, but that’s not the reason.” Jon looked even more confused.
“Ok, but you have to explain that.”
He took me to pizza place just around the corner. To me it looked very much American. “So why pizza?” He asked while we were eating.
“God, this is good.” I sighed.
Jon looked at me amused. “Yeah, it seems so. Wait.” I looked up.
“What’s wrong?” Jon reached over the table and touched my chin. “You have cheese and tomato sauce dripping from your face.”
“Oh, can you give me a napkin, please?” I pointed at the pile at the edge of the table.
“Here, darling.”
“Thanks.” I wiped the cheese and tomato sauce away and stopped dead in my movement.
“What did you call me?”
“Huh,…darling” He grinned. “Do you mind? I called you that before” He looked irritated.
“Yes, but only to annoy the waitress.” I pointed out.
“What makes you think it was only to annoy her?” he asked with a smile. I opened my mouth, but I didn’t know what to say. Instead my cheeks flushed. GREAT!
Jon had the grace to drop that topic. “So, what’s this with you and pizza?”
I smiled lightly, all of a sudden shy. “Well this is pizza! In Germany, the stuff they call pizza is so thin, you’re not even sure whether you have something in your mouth or not.”
His eyes gleaming evilly. “So, you like it to have a full mouth?” I nearly spilled my coke across the table. “Are you alright?” he asked trying to hold back his laughter.
“Yeah, no problem.” I answered, again with flushed cheeks. Where the hell should that end?
“Good, maybe we can have a drink at my place then.” I’m sure my heart stopped beating. In my mind everything got foggy, did he really mean that? What should I say? And then I heard myself replying.
“We’ll see, let’s finish here first.” WHAT??? Oh, Kris…that’s so not you. You never jumped into bed with a guy the first date. Date? Is this a date? Actually, you know much more about him than any other guy you were on a first date so far. Well, does that me you have to sleep with him? No, actually not, but…he’s soooo sexy. Just look how he eats that pizza. You want to rip that piece away from his mouth and explore it with your tongue … Oh, damn calm down. Otherwise you come right away. It’s been quite a while, don’t forget that!
While I was thinking all that, I didn’t realize that Jon was watching me with more and more interest. That I didn’t jump immediately on the offer to go with him turned him on even more.
She’s sweet when she’s so unsure about something. That little wrinkle between her eyes when she’s thinking, just cute and her flushed face. I wonder if it’s the same when she comes. God damn, JON! Calm down now! ... But damn I want her. Please, come with baby, please. He pleaded in his mind.
Chapter Two
Right in that moment the waitress came back with Jon’s cake and coffee. Looking at me angrily she asked with an annoyed voice
“Would you like to pay?”
Are you nuts? Do you really think I’ll leave now? You won’t get him, sweetie!
“No, but I would like another white coffee, please!” It’s hard for me to keep my voice on normal level. She eyed me up and down.
“Would you like another piece of cake as well?” In her voice you can hear the message; you better don’t do that with those hips. BITCH!
“That’s not necessary, I will share mine with her…right, darling?” Jon said calmly and gives me a flirting smile. I could kiss him for that.
“Sure honey.” I answered as if it would be the most natural thing in the world for me. With an angry look on her face the waitress left the table. I can barely control my grin.
“I hope she isn’t counting on a big tip.” Jon said and held his fork with some chocolate cake in my direction. Slowly I opened my mouth and took the bite.
“Hmmm.” I closed my eyes in pleasure.
“You really do like chocolate.” Jon said amused.
“Yes, I do.” I replied with a little flush on my face.
“Good to know.” Jon passed back and licked some crumbs of cake from his fork. Gulp!
“So are you here on vacation, Kris” He pointed at my travel guide.
“Yes, two more days and then I have to go home again.”
“Have to?”
“Well, I can’t stay here for the rest of my life, right?” I told him amused.
“Why not?”
“Why not?!?!?! Because I have a life back at home, I study; my parents would freak out, if I just call them and ask to send my stuff here because I like this city!”
“But you would love to.” he said.
I sighed. “Yes.”
“So what’s so bad about home that you don’t want to stay? Where is it by the way?”
“In Germany.”
“You are from Germany?” I looked at him sceptical.
“Yes, do you have problem with that?” There it was again, the cat bared one’s teeth. Why can’t I be more in balance? Oh, shit I sound like my mom!
“No, no, no” He raised his hands defensively. Hell, she has temper…and looks so sexy when it shows. “It’s just that you don’t have an accent. You sound like you’re from here!”
“Oh, thanks. I just adapt articulations very fast. My English teacher at school wasn’t pleased.” Jon looked at questioningly. “They teach British English at German schools. I always lost a grade because of my pronunciation.” I rolled my eyes.
“That’s not fair.” Jon pouted. I couldn’t help but laugh. Damn he looks cute when he does it.
“So why don’t you like Germany?” I looked at him and couldn’t hide my smile.
“You’re quite curious.”
“Yeah, I just neeeeeed to know everything.” I laughed
“I always thought that would be David’s line.” Jon laughed out loud.
“Yeah, he’s much worse than me.” He watched me patiently, not exactly what I expected now. I sighed.
“It’s not that I don’t like Germany. I mean my family and friends are there, but … How should I describe it? …. It doesn’t feel like home. Does that make any sense?” I asked him a little unsure. Jon looked confused.
“When I came to the USA the first time” I tried to explain, “when I exited the plane somehow I had that feeling Wow, that’s home!” I looked at my hands helplessly “Sorry, I can’t describe it any better.”
“No, I think I know what you mean. I have kind of this feeling every time I come home from a tour.”
“Yeah, but this IS your home. You grew up here.” I gestured around. Jon nodded, after a little break he asked “So planning to move here someday?”
“Well, I’m not sure that’ll be so easy.” Questioningly he sipped at his coffee. “I study law; it’s not that common that you work in a foreign country. You don’t know the law there, but …. I can at least dream, right?” I smiled a bit sadly. He just nodded.
“Would you like to pay?”
Are you nuts? Do you really think I’ll leave now? You won’t get him, sweetie!
“No, but I would like another white coffee, please!” It’s hard for me to keep my voice on normal level. She eyed me up and down.
“Would you like another piece of cake as well?” In her voice you can hear the message; you better don’t do that with those hips. BITCH!
“That’s not necessary, I will share mine with her…right, darling?” Jon said calmly and gives me a flirting smile. I could kiss him for that.
“Sure honey.” I answered as if it would be the most natural thing in the world for me. With an angry look on her face the waitress left the table. I can barely control my grin.
“I hope she isn’t counting on a big tip.” Jon said and held his fork with some chocolate cake in my direction. Slowly I opened my mouth and took the bite.
“Hmmm.” I closed my eyes in pleasure.
“You really do like chocolate.” Jon said amused.
“Yes, I do.” I replied with a little flush on my face.
“Good to know.” Jon passed back and licked some crumbs of cake from his fork. Gulp!
“So are you here on vacation, Kris” He pointed at my travel guide.
“Yes, two more days and then I have to go home again.”
“Have to?”
“Well, I can’t stay here for the rest of my life, right?” I told him amused.
“Why not?”
“Why not?!?!?! Because I have a life back at home, I study; my parents would freak out, if I just call them and ask to send my stuff here because I like this city!”
“But you would love to.” he said.
I sighed. “Yes.”
“So what’s so bad about home that you don’t want to stay? Where is it by the way?”
“In Germany.”
“You are from Germany?” I looked at him sceptical.
“Yes, do you have problem with that?” There it was again, the cat bared one’s teeth. Why can’t I be more in balance? Oh, shit I sound like my mom!
“No, no, no” He raised his hands defensively. Hell, she has temper…and looks so sexy when it shows. “It’s just that you don’t have an accent. You sound like you’re from here!”
“Oh, thanks. I just adapt articulations very fast. My English teacher at school wasn’t pleased.” Jon looked at questioningly. “They teach British English at German schools. I always lost a grade because of my pronunciation.” I rolled my eyes.
“That’s not fair.” Jon pouted. I couldn’t help but laugh. Damn he looks cute when he does it.
“So why don’t you like Germany?” I looked at him and couldn’t hide my smile.
“You’re quite curious.”
“Yeah, I just neeeeeed to know everything.” I laughed
“I always thought that would be David’s line.” Jon laughed out loud.
“Yeah, he’s much worse than me.” He watched me patiently, not exactly what I expected now. I sighed.
“It’s not that I don’t like Germany. I mean my family and friends are there, but … How should I describe it? …. It doesn’t feel like home. Does that make any sense?” I asked him a little unsure. Jon looked confused.
“When I came to the USA the first time” I tried to explain, “when I exited the plane somehow I had that feeling Wow, that’s home!” I looked at my hands helplessly “Sorry, I can’t describe it any better.”
“No, I think I know what you mean. I have kind of this feeling every time I come home from a tour.”
“Yeah, but this IS your home. You grew up here.” I gestured around. Jon nodded, after a little break he asked “So planning to move here someday?”
“Well, I’m not sure that’ll be so easy.” Questioningly he sipped at his coffee. “I study law; it’s not that common that you work in a foreign country. You don’t know the law there, but …. I can at least dream, right?” I smiled a bit sadly. He just nodded.
Chapter One
I was sitting in a café, thumbing through my travel guide and enjoyed the sunny weather. My vacation here in New York was nearly over and I just wanted to take as much feeling of this awesome city home with me as I could.
Suddenly a voice startled me out of my thoughts. “Excuse me, Miss. Do you mind if I sit down here?”
I looked up and starred in the most beautiful blue eyes I’ve ever seen. And that means a lot, because I’m starring at a really nice pair of it every morning when I take a look in my mirror. Do I mind? Hell, no! But somehow I wasn’t able to bring that sentence out, all I could do, was shaking my head.
A smile lit up his face. “Great!” He sat down and in the next moment the waitress appeared. Interesting, she wasn’t that fast when I came here a while ago!
“I’ll take a coffee and…what was it?” Confused I looked at him. “On your plate. What was it? Was it good?” He pointed at the few sad crumbs of my chocolate cake.
“Ch…Ch…Chocolate Cake…was good.” I stuttered. Oh, great! More than 10 years of English at school and university, one year abroad and several vacations in the USA and you are not able to bring out a complete sentence! I wanted to sink into the ground.
But he just smiled at me. Shaking his head he said “Why did I even bother to ask. You’re a woman, of course was it chocolate cake.”
Without looking at the waitress, he said “Ok, I take the Ch…Ch…Chocolate Cake.”
I flushed deep red. In my mind the song I reserved for such moments started to play: Oh, she’s a little runaway… Normally that comforts me a bit, but this time it wasn’t working, because that person singing in my head was sitting with me at the table. Breathe, damn it, breathe!
“I’m Jon by the way.” I nearly laughed. Does he really think, people wouldn’t recognise him? The moment we were shaking hands was like electricity running through my body. His hands were so damn soft, but strong at the same time. All I could say was a breathless “Hi”. Still trying to get this electricity feeling under control, I didn’t realize that he was still holding my hand looking at me.
She’s cute. Those soft curls in her blond hair, the full lips with barely any lip-gloss. I wonder how they taste? Her eyes are beautiful, such an intensive blue, but with little crystals in it, look like diamonds. Just a light touch of make up and damn she has curves, you just want to reach out and touch those full, heavy breasts…Damn Jon, you just met her, you don’t even know her name. Get yourself under control!
He shook his head, not believing what he just thought. “What’s your name?”
“Huh?” I needed all my control to listen to him and not just check him out anymore.
He looks so sexy in this brown leather jacket with the dark blue t-shirt and his NY Giants cap that tries to hide his wonderful blond hair. I wonder whether it’s as soft as it looks?... Shit, didn’t he just say something? I fixed my eyes on his questioningly.
“Your name.” he repeated slowly.
Oh, my God! He must think that I’m a complete idiot!
“Kris, my name is Kris.” I hurried to say.
“Well, nice to meet you Chris.”
“No, it’s Kris…with a K not a CH at the beginning.” His eyebrows raised and he has a critical look on his face. Oh, damn. Was I to harsh again? I know that I react rather sensitive when it comes to the spelling of my name.
“I’m sorry. It’s just that people always get it wrong and do not really listen when I correct them….wasn’t funny at school.” Jon smiled at me.
“Yeah, I know that feeling.” I looked at him surprised.
“Well, Bongiovi is not a common American name. Lots of confusion at school” he added.
“But no longer a problem today” I wanted to mumble to myself, but said it out loud. He laughed
“No, actually not” My mouth dropped open in shock, which had him only laughing harder. This laughing is wonderful. I couldn’t resist it and joined him.
Suddenly a voice startled me out of my thoughts. “Excuse me, Miss. Do you mind if I sit down here?”
I looked up and starred in the most beautiful blue eyes I’ve ever seen. And that means a lot, because I’m starring at a really nice pair of it every morning when I take a look in my mirror. Do I mind? Hell, no! But somehow I wasn’t able to bring that sentence out, all I could do, was shaking my head.
A smile lit up his face. “Great!” He sat down and in the next moment the waitress appeared. Interesting, she wasn’t that fast when I came here a while ago!
“I’ll take a coffee and…what was it?” Confused I looked at him. “On your plate. What was it? Was it good?” He pointed at the few sad crumbs of my chocolate cake.
“Ch…Ch…Chocolate Cake…was good.” I stuttered. Oh, great! More than 10 years of English at school and university, one year abroad and several vacations in the USA and you are not able to bring out a complete sentence! I wanted to sink into the ground.
But he just smiled at me. Shaking his head he said “Why did I even bother to ask. You’re a woman, of course was it chocolate cake.”
Without looking at the waitress, he said “Ok, I take the Ch…Ch…Chocolate Cake.”
I flushed deep red. In my mind the song I reserved for such moments started to play: Oh, she’s a little runaway… Normally that comforts me a bit, but this time it wasn’t working, because that person singing in my head was sitting with me at the table. Breathe, damn it, breathe!
“I’m Jon by the way.” I nearly laughed. Does he really think, people wouldn’t recognise him? The moment we were shaking hands was like electricity running through my body. His hands were so damn soft, but strong at the same time. All I could say was a breathless “Hi”. Still trying to get this electricity feeling under control, I didn’t realize that he was still holding my hand looking at me.
She’s cute. Those soft curls in her blond hair, the full lips with barely any lip-gloss. I wonder how they taste? Her eyes are beautiful, such an intensive blue, but with little crystals in it, look like diamonds. Just a light touch of make up and damn she has curves, you just want to reach out and touch those full, heavy breasts…Damn Jon, you just met her, you don’t even know her name. Get yourself under control!
He shook his head, not believing what he just thought. “What’s your name?”
“Huh?” I needed all my control to listen to him and not just check him out anymore.
He looks so sexy in this brown leather jacket with the dark blue t-shirt and his NY Giants cap that tries to hide his wonderful blond hair. I wonder whether it’s as soft as it looks?... Shit, didn’t he just say something? I fixed my eyes on his questioningly.
“Your name.” he repeated slowly.
Oh, my God! He must think that I’m a complete idiot!
“Kris, my name is Kris.” I hurried to say.
“Well, nice to meet you Chris.”
“No, it’s Kris…with a K not a CH at the beginning.” His eyebrows raised and he has a critical look on his face. Oh, damn. Was I to harsh again? I know that I react rather sensitive when it comes to the spelling of my name.
“I’m sorry. It’s just that people always get it wrong and do not really listen when I correct them….wasn’t funny at school.” Jon smiled at me.
“Yeah, I know that feeling.” I looked at him surprised.
“Well, Bongiovi is not a common American name. Lots of confusion at school” he added.
“But no longer a problem today” I wanted to mumble to myself, but said it out loud. He laughed
“No, actually not” My mouth dropped open in shock, which had him only laughing harder. This laughing is wonderful. I couldn’t resist it and joined him.
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Welcome
This is the first Fan Fiction I ever wrote. It's not really long, but I hope you like it.
It's a hot steamy weekend for a girl from Germany with the guy she always dreamed of. Will they see each other again?
It's a hot steamy weekend for a girl from Germany with the guy she always dreamed of. Will they see each other again?
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