Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Chapter 7

Michelle and Mike crept sexily into Lisa and Johnny's apartment. Tip-toping, Michelle carried a book in case they were caught. 'Just doing homework!' they would say. A flimsy excuse, sure, but an excuse none the less. You don't sneak into a friends house to have sex without a back-up plan. Mike carried a box of chocolate.

"How much time do we have?" Michelle asked, her hand on Mike's muscular chest. He was short but beefy, his hair spiked. She was lean, thin. Together, they were electric.

"I dunno. Ummm...a couple of hours. At least." Mike assured. Michelle lay herself down on the couch, and Mike joined her.

"Well...let's have some fun." she purred.

Mike opened the box of chocolate, "Did you uh...know," he asked, playfully, "that chocolate is the symbol...of love."

Michelle giggled to herself. She knew of course. They'd known for months, that's why they always brought it on their lovemaking adventures. He grabbed a nugget and made for her opened mouth. Carefully, she bit down on it and held it between her teeth. Mike leaned in, their lips touched and they chewed in unison, the chocolate melting and swirling between their tongues. She grabbed at him with passion. The chocolate done, he smiled and nodded, reaching for another piece. This time he placed it on chest, just above her breasts, then quickly proceeded to lap it up, kissing her tenderly in the process.

"Yum!" she moaned in ecstasy
"It's delicious." he mumbled, his mouth filled with caramel. He reached back in to kiss her. She pushed him back gently.

"Arms up!" she commanded. Like a child waiting to get dressed, Mike shot his arms into the air. Michelle yanked off his sweater and tossed it aside, pushing his shirtless chest down onto the couch. He looked up at her with expecting puppy-dog brown eyes. Slowly, she reached for her own piece of chocolate, then dropped it on his salivating tongue. This time he held it between his teeth, and they repeated their earlier kiss. Brown was smeared over both of their mouths and chests.

Michelle turned their kiss into a downward motion and started heading toward Mike's crotch. Mike's face twitched and contorted with pleasure, eventually twisting into a huge, shit-eating grin. In fact, to an on looker it might have looked as though he was literally eating shit. But no, not today. He closed his eyes and let Michelle work her magic.


They had only just finished when an abrupt noise came from the door. It was Lisa and her mother, Claudette. The two had lost track of time in their chocolate fueled erotic escapade, and hadn't realized it was time for them to return home. Mike raced to pull on his sweater, and in his confusion put it on backwards, the tag facing out. The couple stood at attention.

Claudette jumped back, shocked. "Hello?" she called out, then turned to Lisa, "What are these characters doing here?"

Lisa giggled, but quickly caught on to the situation. "They like to come here to do their...homework." she said, a wink in her smile.

Good, Michelle thought, she remembered the cover story.

"What homework?" Claudette clearly wasn't buying it. Lisa put a reassuring hand on her mother. "Mom, this is Michelle's boyfriend, Mike." Mike put out his hand, but Claudette simply rolled her eyes and didn't budge. "Mike," Lisa groaned, "this is my...mother."

"It's a pleasure to meet you!" Mike offered.

Claudette sighed and shook her head. Mike took the opportunity to head for the door.

"Uh-huh." Michelle agreed, then followed after her boyfriend. And with that, Michelle and Mike were gone.

Claudette rolled her eyes again. She didn't understand the way her daughter lived her life, never would. She considered bringing up but thought best of it. She was too tired. Instead she simply went for the couch. When she sat she let out a sigh of relief.

"All that shopping wore me out!"

No sooner were the words out of her mouth then a boy she hadn't remember seeing strolled in through the front door. He had shaggy brown hair and looked like a lanky creep.

"Hi Lisa!" he said.

"Hey, Denny." Lisa greeted back. She turned to her mother and gestured. "Denny, this is my Mom! Mom, this is Denny." Denny smiled at her.

"How many people come in and out of this apartment every day!" she asked. It seemed to her that the room was a revolving door of useless, disconnected encounters with a random assortment of characters that were only loosely related to her daughter and her troubles. "This is worse than Grand Central Station!"

Denny simply shrugged, then shook his head, confused, at Lisa. "I just need to borrow some sugar."

"Help yourself, Denny." she offered.

"I also need a cup of flour and a half-a-stick of butter." Denny was making meth brownies with the drugs he had just bought, and the recipe on the internet listed those ingredients.

"Doesn't your home have a kitchen!" Claudette asked, as much out of confusion as out of annoyance at the young boy.

Denny held up his arms in defeat. "I'll...come back later." he turned at went straight out the door, which hadn't closed since he'd entered. And with that, Denny was gone.

Lisa walked towards her mother, shooting her a harsh look. Claudette replied with her customary roll of the eyes. Lisa sat on the couch beside her.

"Tell me," Claudette asked, "what does Denny do?"

Lisa had been waiting for someone to ask this very question for what seemed like an eternity. Any trace of her earlier resentment was erased as she geared up to tell the story. She launched straight into it.

"Johnny wanted to adopt Denny. It's really a tragedy how many kids out there don't have parents. When Denny turned eighteen, Johnny found him a little apartment here in this building and he's paying for it until he graduates from school." she paused, momentarily overwhelmed by the sincerity of Johnny's generosity. "Johnny really loves Denny, even though he doesn't say it much. He's like...a father figure to him. I told you Mom. Johnny is very caring about the people in his life. And he gave Denny his own set of keys to our place."

Claudette frowned. She couldn't put together how Lisa, even though she clearly thought Johnny to be a good man, was plotting against him.

"Please, don't hurt Johnny." she said firmly.

Lisa's beaming features darkened. She knew that her mother was right from a logical perspective.

"Now, if you don't love him, so be it. But you should tell him."

Mike came bursting into the room. Running and out of breath, he went straight for the couch.

"I uh...forgot my book." he grabbed the decoy book that Michelle had brought. But it was only that, a decoy. The thing he had really came back for was currently in Claudette's hands.

"What is this?" she said, spreading out his black underwear. Lisa giggled to herself.

"Oh, that's...that's nothing!" MIke said, quickly grabbing the undergarment and bolting out as fast as he had come in, shutting the door behind him.

The two women couldn't help but laugh to themselves.

"Homework?!" Claudette exclaimed sarcastically.

"Don't worry about." Lisa said through laughs.

Claudette put her hand on Lisa's wrist. "If I were a burglar, you would be my best friend."

"Look, I don't wanna talk about it." Lisa said with a dismissive smile.

"You know I worry about you!"

Claudette looked her daughter in the eyes. She didn't seem to get it.

"Oh, I have to go home."

"OK, Mom."

Claudette made a kiss and tapped Lisa on her nose, their little goodbye since Lisa was a little girl.


And with that, Claudette was gone.

Lisa fell onto the couch, exasperated.
"Oh my god." she sighed to herself.
This whole thing was getting increasingly repetitive and difficult to continue through, she thought.

Monday, June 28, 2010

Chapter 6

"So I'm organizing a party, for Johnny's birthday. Can you come?" Lisa was once again meeting with her mother, and this time she was trying to steer the subject away from her marital issues. At least for the time being, anyways.

"When is it?" Claudette replied with enthusiasm.

"Next Friday at six. It's a surprise."


"You can bring somebody, if you want."

Claudette hadn't had a date in years. She simply didn't trust people. "Oh sure, I'll come. But I don't know if I'll bring anybody."

Her admission of loneliness reminded her of a recent incident.

"Oh! That jerk Harold. He wants me to give a share of my house!"

Lisa took a patient sip of coffee. Here we go again.

"That house belongs to me!" she whined, "He has no right! I'm not giving him a penny. Who does he think he is?"

Lisa rolled her eyes. It had been like this since she was a girl. Her mother always had some complaint, some issue with someone and the stories usually fell on her.

"He's your brother!" Lisa pointed out.

"He's always bugging me about my house! Fifteen years ago, we agreed, that house belongs to me. Now the value of the house is going up and he's seeing dollar signs!" Claudette leaned back with her coffee mug in hand. She took a deep breath. Now was the time to tell her. "Everything goes wrong at once. Nobody wants to help me, and I'm dying!"

Lisa shook her head. Classic Mom-exagerations.

"You're not dying mom."

Claudette swallowed another sip, then said matter-of-factly "I got the results of the test back. I definitely have breast cancer."

"Look, don't worry about it, everything will be fine!" Lisa comforted, but now it was Claudette's turn to roll her eyes. Lisa might not take this seriously, but then again, Lisa wasn't the one dying with breast cancer.

"They're curing lots of people every day." Lisa added casually.

"I'm sure I'll be all right." Claudette agreed, and then quickly changed topics. "Oh! I hear Edward is talking about me! He is a hateful man." She shivered even just talking about it, "I'm so glad I divorced him!"

"Look don't worry about it." Lisa repeated, "You just concentrate on getting well."

"Well at least you have a good man!"

Lisa abruptly put down her cup. "You're wrong!" Her voice was full of disdain. "Mom, he's not what you think he is. He didn't get his promotion."

Claudette scowled. No promotion? But the men at the bank said he would get it within three months!

Lisa continued. "And he got drunk last night. And he hit me." Those last words hit like breast cancer, but Claudette only had to think a moment to poke holes in the story.

"Johnny doesn't drink! What are you talking about?"

"He did last night. And I don't love him anymore."

Even if he had hit her, and even if she didn't love him anymore, it was Claudette's duty to remind her daughter that she was a woman, and that she could do very little on own.

"Johnny is your financial security. You can't afford to ignore this."

"Yeah, OK, Mom. Can't I just talk to you later?" she had had enough of this conversation. It was a bad idea bringing it up in the first place. She was going to do what she wanted to do, and that's it.

Claudette shrugged her shoulders , "You don't want to talk to me." she said with frustration.

"I just got done talking with a client and I have to get ready to meet him." She had just got off the phone talking with a man, and although he wasn't a client, she was getting ready to meet him. "Can I just talk to you later?"

Claudette gave up. "OK. I will see you later." she put down her coffee mug and went for the front door Before she left she made a little kiss and tapped Lisa on her nose. Even if sometimes they didn't get along, they were still mother and daughter. Lisa smiled. "Bye-bye!" She walked out and closed the door behind her.

And with that, Claudette was gone.

Sunday, June 27, 2010

Chapter 5

"Yeah, delivery." Lisa was on the phone with the Pizza Store. They say the fastest way to a man's heart is through his stomach, and this was most often true with Johnny. Certainly the fastest way to her heart was through her stomach, in that she enjoyed Johnny dry humping it.

"555-4828. Half Canadian bacon with pineapple, half artichoke with pesto and light on the cheese. Thanks." she hung up and placed the phone near their framed spoon pictures. This was Johnny's favorite pizza. It'd have to be, if her plan was to go...as planned.

No sooner had she turned around from the phone did a ringing come at the door. Johnny wasn't supposed to be home for a few minutes, who could it be?

"Who is it?" Lisa commanded.

"Denny!" came the cheery, if not creepy, reply.

She opened the door with a smile. He strolled in wearing a vomit-gray shirt, his boyish hair parted down the middle.

"Hi Denny, how are you doing?"

"I'm fine." he replied, holding open the door. "What's new?"

"Actually I'm really busy." she said, then realized she wasn't being much of a host and instantly added, "Do you want something to drink?"

Denny frowned.

"No thanks...I just want to talk to Johnny." he paused, looked Lisa up and down, then jumped back in faux-shock. "You look beautiful today! Can I kiss you!?" His smile radiated with perversion.

Lisa didn't know it of course, no one did, but Denny was high out of his mind. He had taken some drugs, hell, who was he kidding, a lot of drugs and couldn't help himself but to come on to Lisa. She was so beautiful.

"You are such a little brat!"

Denny shrugged. "I'm just kidding! I love you and Johnny."

"OK, OK. Johnny's going to be here any minute. You can wait if you want."

Denny had an appointment with a drug dealer, or he would have.

"Um, I got to go. You'll tell him I stopped by?"

Lisa nodded. "Of course I will."

Denny nodded too, then slithered back out the door, "Bye!"

"Bye, Denny."

And with that, Denny was gone.


Johnny pulled into the drive-way in his sedan. In between the flower store and his arrival home he had received some terrible news. He hoped the roses would help soften the blow.

He swung open the door. Lisa was on the couch, reading. She looked up as he entered and smiled, rushing towards him.

"Hi babe." he said, the flowers hidden behind his back, "These are for you." With pride smeared across his acid-burned face, he revealed the dozen red roses.

Lisa smiled a fake smile. She had tired of the roses years ago (it was one of the things that made Johnny so boring), but she kept on with the charade. At least for now.

"Thanks honey, they're beautiful!" she reached in and kissed him on his gravely cheek. He smiled.

"Did you get your promotion?"

Johnny's smile instantly vanished. This was the bad news.

"Nah." he said, and sat carefully on the couch.

Lisa grabbed a vase and inserted the flowers, sitting down on an adjacent couch. The sofa-seat was positioned directly in front of their television, entirely obscuring the view. Johnny preferred to read.
"You didn't get it, did you?" she asked delicately.

Johnny fumed.

"That son-of-a-bitch told me that I would get it within three months! I could have saved them bundles! They are crazy! I do not think I will ever get it! They betrayed me, they didn't keep their promise, they tricked me and I don't care anymore!"

If there was one thing that angered Johnny, it was betrayal.

"Did you tell them how much you'd save them?" Lisa asked.

"Of course! What do you have think! They have all ready put my ideas into practice! The bank saves money and they are using me and I am the fool."

"I still love you!" Lisa lied through her warming grin.

"You're the only one who does."

Lisa's warm face twisted into a sullen grimace, "At least you have friends. I didn't get any calls today."

Johnny listened thoughtfully.

"You're right, the computer buisness is too competitive."

Johnny simply stared. He was never one to say I told you so.

"Do you want me to order you a pizza?" Lisa asked.

"Whatever, I don't care."

"I all ready ordered a pizza!"

Johnny laughed, "Haha. You think about everything! Haha."

But Lisa could tell something was still bothering him. His laugh didn't carry with it the joy it usually did.

"What's the matter? You all right?"

Johnny sighed wordlessly.

"It's just a lousy promotion. You know what you need?"

Johnny looked up, expectingly.

"You need a drink." she finished.

"But I don't drink! You know that!" Johnny laughed. She must be joking. He had been sober for five years. Ever since what happened back in the home country.

Lisa smiled.


The pizza had arrived. So had the drinks. Despite Johnny's repeated denials, she knew she could get him to knock back a few, and here she was, two drinks of scotch in her hand, heading towards the couch where Johnny sat happily eating his half Canadian bacon with pineapple, half artichoke with pesto and light on the cheese pizza.

She put down one glass, then another, then poured straight up Vodka into both. Johnny watched her do it with a sense of detached worry.

Lisa grabbed her glass and handed Johnny his. He stared at it. Liquid death. The devil's seductive sauce. Could he do this? Could he go down this path again? After all that had happened last time...

"Don't worry about it. It's good for you." Lisa assured him.

Johnny put the drink down. "You must be crazy! I can't drink this!"

She put hers down too, than grabbed Johnny's and wrapped his hands back around it.

"If you'll love me, you'll drink this." she whispered seductively.

Well, he loved her. So what else could he do? He took a sip. He giggled as the golden fluid seared down his throat. "Hehe, you're right, it tastes good! Hehe."

"I know, I am right. Don't worry about those fuckers. You're a great man." Of course, this was a lie. Although Lisa did consider Johnny a great man, she also considered him a fucker. A boring fucker.

"Drink and let's have some fun!" she said, and clanked her glass to Johnny's. He smiled and shook his head, then downed another sip of the yellow poison.


Within minutes, they were both drunk and laughing. They stood together pounding down the shots, Johnny's tie wrapped drunkenly around Lisa's forehead. She fell onto a nearby couch and laughed as Johnny chugged. He finished his drink then carelessly dropped the glass, smashing it to pieces. They laughed.

Johnny grabbed at his hair. "You have nice legs, Lisa! Hahaha!"

You have nice pecs!" Lisa giggled.

"Hahahaha!" Johnny bellowed. "I'm tired, I'm wasted! I love you darling!"

Lisa grinned. "Come on, make love to me."

Johnny moaned tiredly. He was too drunk to say 'hi' to his 'doggy' tonight.

"Come on! You owe me one!" Lisa was referring to the fact that three days earlier she had masturbated him to the point of climax.

Johnny sighed and let Lisa pull him down onto the couch. She put his arm around her.

"I love you Lisa."

She laughed, "I love you, Johnny." Then tore open his shirt. "Haha!" Johnny chuckled. She pulled him close, and they began to devour each other's mouths. Johnny moaned softly.

They lit a bunch of candles. and spread rose pedals all over the bed. Johnny felt his throbbing, wrinkled sex grow in anticipation. She rubbed him with the rose, but dropped it as he kissed her.

He ripped off her dress, then grabbed the rose and picked off its peddles, one by one, dropping them gently over her body.

Lisa was very wet now.

He climbed on top of her, his penis sliding up and down her stomach.

"Oh...ohhh....OOHHHH" they both moaned.

He drove himself harder into her navel, his cock bouncing limply off her bulbous flab.


Johnny came all over his future wife's stomach. She looked down and smiled. That's how Lisa liked it...or at least, that's what she wanted him to think.

He rolled over and fell asleep at once.

Saturday, June 26, 2010

Chapter 4

Johnny pulled his white sedan into a park, directly in front of his favorite flower and gift store, Flowers & Gifts, it's neon 'open' sign glowing invitingly into the San Francisco day. Of course, for Johnny, flowers and gifts were often one and the same. He'd come here twice a week for the past five years, the entirety of his and Lisa's love affair, and he wasn't about to stop now. Johnny was nothing but kind to his girl.

He strode into the familiar gift store, flower pots and cheap pink greeting cards littered about. He locked onto the store keep whom he recognized instantly. Her hair styled in a short-lesbian cut, she wore a tan collared shirt and a stern expression.

"Hi" he greeted.

"Can I help you?" she replied, not looking up from her register.

Johnny strode past a woman browsing through cards and up to the counter.

"Yeah, can I have a dozen red roses please?"

The shop keep looked up.

"Oh hi Johnny, I didn't know it was you."

She rushed off to make his bouquet, and returned within seconds with his exact order.

This is why I come here so often! Johnny thought.

She handed him the flowers.

"Here you go!'

"That's me!"

"How much is it?"

"It'll be eighteen-dollars."

Johnny handed her a twenty.

"Here you go! Keep the change!"

He turned and pet the pug dog that was on the counter for some reason "Hi doggy!"

"You're my favorite customer." said the shop keep as Johnny exited the store.

"Thanks a lot! Bye!"

"Buh-bye!" she called back.

And with the flowers safely it tow, Johnny ran out to his car. excited to surprise Lisa with another gift.

Saturday, June 19, 2010

Chapter 3

As Mark rode the familiar streetcar to the apartment complex that was his, his best friend Johnny's and Denny's home alike, his mind was focused entirely on one thing. Lisa, the building's most beautiful and most sexy tenant. If she approached him again, as she had the other week, would he be able to resist? She was Johnny's future wife, and Johnny was his best friend. And yet...she was so beautiful.

Why are you even doing this? he thought on his way up to the door, What good can it lead to?

It was too late for second guessing. He had all ready rang the doorbell.

Lisa opened the door almost instantly. There she was. Beautiful blond hair bouncing off her tiny shoulders, her smile welcoming and yet erotic. She was wearing a very sexy black blouse and dress. He smiled back, his beard very handsome.

"Hi, how you doing?" he said.

"Fine. Come in." she grabbed on to his shoulder and gestured for the couch. She let her hand linger there far longer than it should under the company of friends. It felt warm. Good. Right. But this isn't right! Mark thought.

"Have a seat."

She pushed him down into a sofa-chair, rubbing his shoulders gently. Brushed her finger tips against his arms and up his back, gently massaging him as she went. She made her way up to his face, bringing her hand over his beard. It rustled with her touch.

Mark could all ready feel his other best friend throbbing with anticipation.

Lisa moved off, poured two drink. Bending over, just so as she did it. She turned around and handed mark a glass. Her fingers touched his, and the scraped together audibly.

Mark's cock was pulsating with want now, and he hated himself for it.

"Thank you." he said.

Lisa looked down at her blouse, began to unfasten it.

"It's hot in here." she sexyed. "Do you mind?"

"No." He certainly did not.

She threw away her covering and let it fall limply onto the floor. Only a skimpy black dress remained. Mark swallowed. Hard. Of course, it was not the only thing that was hard.

She fingered his arm gently. I wouldn't mind fingering her gently Mark thought to himself.

He looked up at her, embarrassed.

"I mean the candles, the music, the sexy dress. I mean, what's going on here?" he smiled. There weren't literally candles or music, and the dress itself wasn't all that sexy, but he was speaking rhetorically. He knew what was going on. It sometimes payed to play dumb.

Lisa smiled, then sat on his lap, creeping her way closer and closer to his crotch.

"I like you...very much...lover boy." she purred, stroking Mark's handsome and manly beard.

"What are you doing this for?" Mark asked, playfully.

"What's the matter? Don't you like me? I'm your girl."

Mark looked away in shame. After a moment, he took her hand and moved it away from his face. It didn't matter how much he wanted it. It was wrong. Johnny was, and always would be, his best friend.

"Johnny's my best friend. All right, you're going to be married next month. Come on."

Lisa put down her wine, then grabbed Mark's face and beard, moving in closer than before.

"Forget about Johnny. This is between you...and me."

She stroked his beard over and over, harder and mores sensual with every consecutive pat. She let her fingers stray slightly over his mouth.

Mark grabbed her hand again, pushed her away.

"I don't think so." he said, making his way up from the couch. "I...I'm leaving now."

She grabbed him by his face and started stroking again.

"Please don't leave. Please don't leave!" she pleaded. "I need you. I love you. I don't want to get married anymore. I don't love Johnny. I dream about you...I need you to make love to me." She reached in to kiss him...

Mark backed away, took her hands and held them together.
"I don't think so."
He was going to go up to his apartment, jerk his mini-Mark and forget this ever happened.
"Everything is going to be fine. I promise."

Lisa stood, taking his hands and pulling him up. She took them both and wrapped them around her face. Despite his refutes, Mark didn't resist. She moved in...and their lips met. They kissed. Passion rippling through their groins.

Lisa moved off, took Mark by the hand and led him towards the stairs.

Moments later they were kissing on the stairs, Lisa propped up on the steps and Mark advancing hard. She felt his hand move up her leg and thigh. She began to unbutton his shirt. They kissed. She kissed his beard.

"Oh." Mark moaned.

She gently pushed off his shirt. Sleeve by sleeve. She ran her hand up and down his muscular chest. Then they kissed on the stairs with his shirt off.

"Oh, Lisa." Mark groaned.

She felt down his back, putting her hand down the back of his jeans. She kissed his neck and he kissed hers.

Then they started to dry hump on the stairs. Hard. He came within seconds.


When they had finished, Lisa adjusted her dress and looked over at Mark. They held hands silently. He sighed.

"God. Why did you do this to me?" he said, shaking his head. Lisa looked down at him sadly. He couldn't believe this had happened. "Why! Johnny's my best friend!"

"Didn't you enjoy it?" Lisa asked in disbelief.

"That's not the point."

"I love you Mark."

Mark looked away from her. Sometimes she could be dense as shit.

"Look, you're very attractive. All right, you're beautiful! But we can't do this anymore! I can't hurt Johnny."

Lisa nodded.

"I know, he's your best friend."

Johnny was Mark's best friend.

"Hey," Mark said, squeezing her hand. "This'll be our secret."

She reached in and kissed with a passion she hadn't felt for Johnny in years.

Of course, it wouldn't be their secret for long.

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Chapter 2

Johnny awoke to the buzzing of his alarm the next morning. 6:28 it read. He usually set his alarm at random intervals to surprise him from day to day. He never understood people's tendency to set clocks at dull, boring times like 6:00 or 6:15 or 6:30. But then again, Johnny was no ordinary man.

He turned off the alarm and sat up slowly, still basking in the pleasures of the previous night. He grabbed one of the roses from their lovemaking session and smelt it. It still smelled like love. He placed it delicately beside Lisa's still resting, still beautiful body, then left to get dressed. His buttocks rippled and twisted in the morning breeze.

Moments later he was dressed for work; a sharp suit and tie. Before he left for the day, though, he always made sure to kiss Lisa, his future wife, goodbye. She was awake and lying on her stomach, clutching on to the rose, when he reached in to kiss her.

"Did you like last night?" he asked.

"Yes, I did."

Johnny laughed. "Hahaha."

Lisa looked into his dark eyes. "Can I get you anything?"

"Uhmm, umm." muttered Johnny, "I have to go now."

Lisa smiled. "OK.

"OK bye"

"Bye." Lisa said.

And with that, Johnny was gone.


Lisa spent the next part of the morning getting ready for a lunch date she had with her mother. The two were still close. Her mother could be controlling, sure, maybe even a little manipulative, but she was still a woman wise beyond her advanced age. Lisa knew that if there were ever a time when she needed her support for something that her mother would be there with open arms and some kind words.

Now was one of those times.

A knocking came at the door and Lisa answered immediately. Sure enough, it was her mother.

"Hi, Mom. How are you?"

The mother and daughter embraced. Claudette was old and a lady. She had gray hair.

"I'm fine." she grabbed Lisa's chin, "how are you?"

Lisa was unresponsive. Evasive.

"Hm? OK." , she grabbed Lisa by the shoulders and walked her into the house,

"Lets go the couch and we will sit down."

The two sat.

"Now...what's happening with you? Hm?"

"Nothing much. Do you want some coffee?"

Claudette ignored the small talk.

"What's wrong? Tell me."

"I'm not feeling good today..."

"Oh why not?"

Lisa went for it. "I don't love him anymore."

Without missing a beat, Claudette replied " Why don't you love him anymore? Tell me." She had been expecting this for a while.

"He's so...boring."

"Well you've known him for over five years! You're engaged! You said you loved him. He supports you. He provides for you, and darling you can't support yourself!"
Claudette knew more than most that, because she was a woman, Lisa could not do anything on her own.

Lisa grimaced.

"He's a wonderful man and he loves you very much." Claudette leaned in and patted Lisa on the legs, "And his position is very secure. And he told me he plans to buy you a house."

"That's why he's so boring!" Lisa retorted.

"Well what are you going to do?"

"I don't know...", Lisa smiled, bitchily, "I don't mind living with him."

"Well you can't do that! Have you talked to him about it?"

Lisa frowned. "No. I don't know what to do."

Claudette, however, did.

"Well, he's a wonderful person! And he's getting a promotion very soon. Now he bought you a car, he bought you a ring, clothes, whatever you wanted. Now you want to dump him! That's not right. I've always thought of him as my son in law!"

If there was one thing Claudette hated, it was change. If there was two things, it was change and women. Women couldn't accomplish anything on their own. Not without a man they couldn't.

"You should marry Johnny, he would be good for you!"

"I guess you're right about that." Lisa conceded.

"Well, of course I'm right. I know men. I wasn't born yesterday. I'm glad your listening to your mother! No body else listens to me!"

Lisa grinned. "You're probably right about that, Mom." Lisa, despite enjoying her mother's company, knew that most people hated her a lot.

"Well I'm glad you're listening to your mother."

She rose from her seat.

"Listen, I've got to go. But you remember what I told you, OK?"

Lisa said nothing.

"Hm, hm? Bye, bye now."

And with that, Claudette was gone.

Lisa shook her head. "Thanks Mom."


Moments later, Lisa was dialing her phone, sitting at a small table near an opened window, the breeze fluttering in across her skin. On the table lay two framed photos of spoons. Johnny was a huge fan of cutlery. Forks. Knives. Certain variety of chop sticks. Spoons, however, tickled his utensil fancy most of all. Framed photos of them littered the room. Add that to the reasons Johnny is so boring, Lisa thought as she listened to the dial tone.

"Hello." the voice on the other end was Mark's, Johnny's best friend. He was handsome, his face covered in a handsome beard. He wore handsome sunglasses and drove his car.

"Hey baby, how you doing?" Lisa purred.

"Oh, hey, how are you doing? Yeah, I'm very busy, what's going on?" Mark liked Lisa fine. In fact, he'd noticed in recent days that she was very beautiful and looked great in a red dress, but he was at work, making good money and that had to come first.

"I just finished talking to my Mom, she gave me this big lecture about Johnny."

"Look, we'll talk about it later, I told you I'm very busy." Mark was right in the middle of some important work-related driving, and couldn't afford the time this call was costing him.

"We'll talk about it now. Whenever you say 'we'll talk about it later', we never do. I can't wait till later. I want to talk, right now. You owe me one anyway." Lisa was referring to the fact that three days earlier she had masturbated him to the point of climax while Johnny was at work.

Mark recalled the incident fondly. "OK, all right, what do you want to talk about?"

"She's a stupid bitch. She wants to control my life. I'm not going to put up with that. I'm going to do what I want to do, and that's it."

She paused.

"What do you think I should do?"

"Well why do you ask me?" Mark said, choosing to ignore the complete contradiction in Lisa's statement, "You know you've been very happy with Johnny. What do you want me to say, I mean, you should enjoy your life!"

Silence from Lisa's end of the call.

"What's the problem?" Mark inquired.

"Maybe...you're right. Can I see you tomorrow?"

Mark didn't hesitate.
"OK, all right. How about noon?"

"I'll be waiting for you. Bye..." Lisa seduced.

"All right, see ya." Mark hung up the phone immediately. Back to work.

Lisa put the receiver down. She also had some work to do.
She had some candles, music and a sexy dress to buy for tomorrow at noon.

Friday, June 11, 2010

Chapter 1

As Johnny boarded the street car, he couldn't help but think that San Francisco was a very beautiful city. One of the most beautiful cities he had ever seen. From the beautiful Golden Gate bridge, to all the beautiful buildings, to all the townhouses and all the beautiful streets with beautiful street cars like the one he was on right now. Yes, San Francisco was a beautiful city.

But not as beautiful as the woman he was going to see. Lisa was the woman he was going to see. And she was Johnny's future wife. Johnny himself was quite the looker, all of six feet of pure muscle, long black hair and the skin of an eroded marble statue. But Lisa...even he hardly deserved her. She was intensely beautiful. More than that though, he trusted her deeply, knowing that she could never betray him.

He had just come from the Dress Stop, where he had bought her a red dress. He imagined she would look beautiful in it, so he bought it for her right away. Anything for my girl, thought Johnny.

Finally, the street car pulled up to his apartment complex. All of his friends and family lived there. His future wife, Lisa. Denny. Mark, his best friend. Everyone. He approached the door, took a moment to compose himself, then entered.

Sure enough, Lisa, his future wife, was there waiting for him.

"Hi babe!" Johnny exclaimed, "I have something for you."

Lisa, his beautiful future wife, smiled and rose from the couch. Wow, Johnny thought, she really is beautiful. She was wearing a blue shirt and skirt. Sexy, thought Johnny.

"What is it?" she inquired sheepishly.

"Just a little something." Johnny grinned, hiding the package behind his back. After a brief struggle, he handed her the box. She opened it with haste, throwing the wrapping every which way, revealing the the radiant beauty of the red dress beneath.

"Johnny, it's beautiful. Thank you.", she looked it up and down, "can I try it on now?"

"Sure it's yours."

Lisa grabbed him by his tie and reached in for a quick kiss.

"You wait right here."

"Um." Johnny grunted.

"I'll try it on right now."


She left to go try on the dress right now.

Johnny sat on his couch.

And he waited.

* * *

Moments later, Lisa descended the spiral staircase that defined much of the room, the red dress clinging to her womanly curves. Johnny was floored. He had come to expect beauty from Lisa, his future wife, but this...

"Wow, you look so sexy Lisa." Johnny said.

Lisa did a quick spin, showing off the dress. And her body. Wow, Johnny thought, she looks so sexy.

"Isn't it fabulous!" she said.

"I would do anything for my girl!" Johnny said, his arms behind his head.

Denny, a boy in his late teens, swung open the door.

"Oh, hey guys!"

Johnny gestured over, "Oh, hey Denny."

Denny walked over to the main living area, looked Lisa up and down. He couldn't help but notice how sexy she looked in that red dress. He felt bad for thinking it, but he wouldn't mind kissing her and telling her that he loved her. But Lisa was who she was, and besides, he could never hurt Johnny.

"Wow, look at you!" Denny said.

Lisa smirked. "It's from Johnny."

"Anything for my princess!" Johnny said, then laughed. "Hahahaha".

"How much was it?" Denny inquired.

Lisa frowned. "Denny, don't ask a question like that."

Denny was confused by the statement. He was just curious how much Johnny had spent on the dress! Sometimes adults just didn't understand.

"Nice to see you Denny. I'm going to take a nap." Johnny said rising from his seat.

"Can I go upstairs too?" asked Denny.

Johnny simply laughed. "Hahahaha."

"Denny, I think I'm going to join him." Lisa said.

"Hahahahaha." Johnny laughed.

The two made their way up the stairs, leaving Denny alone. He produced an apple and took a bite. Now this, he thought, I wanna see. He too made his way the stairs.

When he got to their bed room, Johnny and Lisa were all ready throwing pillows at each other playfully, as they often did before lovemaking. Denny, without a second's hesitation, jumped in bed with them. Everyone laughed.

"No stop! Stop!" Denny laughed. He didn't really mean it of course. He wouldn't want to be anywhere but right here. Right now.

He rolled off the bed softly, smiling at the two older lovers.

"Denny...don't you have something else to do?" Johnny suggested gently.

"I just like to watch you guys."

Lisa sighed.

"Oh, Denny, Denny boy." she said, stroking his hair.

Denny smiled like a creep.

"Denny, two is great, but three's a crowd." Johnny said, and then laughed. "Haha."
Lisa nodded subtly in agreement.

"I get it," Denny said, "you guys want to be alone."

"That's the idea!" Johnny said. Lisa winked with her eyebrows.

Denny was hurt, hurt deep. All he had ever wanted was to be part of the family. In every way. But he wouldn't let his hurt show. Not here. He'd play it cool, like he always did.

"Fine." he said. "I have homework to do anyway."

Lisa and Johnny smiled at each other. Denny, reading the hints, arose and headed for the staircase.

"Bye lovebirds..." he said, creepily, as he left.

"Bye Denny." Johnny said.

"Bye Denny." Lisa also said.

They watched as he walked down the stairs.




Lisa turned to Johnny. Led in, and kissed him tenderly. He kissed her back with an intensity that overwhelmed her loins. She pushed him down onto the bed and threw a pillow at him. Johnny laughed.


Moments later they were dancing, Johnny twirling her around as he often did before sex.

"Oh Lisa, oh Lisa yes." he muttered.

Johnny couldn't explain why he felt this way about Lisa. But he knew that it would be a shame to live in this world without her.

She took off his tie and ran it through his hair, sexily.

There's nothing I wouldn't do for you, Johnny thought.

They lit a bunch of candles. and spread rose pedals all over the bed, but not before they threw some more pillows around and danced a bit more. Lisa unbuttoned Johnny's shirt as he held the remaining rose. He felt his throbbing, wrinkled sex grow in anticipation. She rubbed him with the rose, but dropped it as he kissed her.

I would climb through the highest of mountains for her, he thought to himself.

He ripped off her dress, then grabbed the rose and picked off its peddles, one by one, dropping them gently over her body.

Lisa was very wet now.

He climbed on top of her, his penis sliding up and down her stomach.

"Oh...ohhh....OOHHHH" they both moaned.

He drove himself harder into her navel, his cock bouncing limply off her bulbous flab.


Johnny came all over his future wife's stomach. She looked down and smiled. That's how Lisa liked it...or at least, that's what she wanted him to think.

He rolled over and fell asleep at once.

Lisa, rose pedals stuck to her back like semen stuck to a hooker, looked at Johnny. Disgust furrowed her brow. That's it?, she thought, That's all I get?. Once again, it was the same old show. Johnny on top, humping furiously into her stomach while rose pedals were thrown about everywhere. She wanted something more. Something...better.

And she knew exactly where to find it.