Jhondie
"Mom! I will be fine
I swear," I said for the thousandth time as we waited for her and Kayla's
flight to Atlanta. Kayla was looking
glum that I was staying in California for Thanksgiving and she was going to
have to go to Georgia. Little brat was
pouting the whole way to the airport.
She had gone to the bathroom, and mom was fretting again about me being
here by myself.
"I just don't like the idea of you being alone for the
holiday," she said.
"I'm not going to be alone," I reminded her. "I'm going to Justin's Thursday morning and
I'm going to be there all weekend. Your
parents are going to be much happier not to have me there, and I'm going to
have a much better time with Justin than I am with them." We'd been through this a thousand times
already. We always had Thanksgiving at
home, but since this was our first year without dad, Irene and Charles had
invited us to their place for "a change of scenery", translation, a way to try
and get you to move here. I wasn't
exactly thrilled, and was whining about it to Justin when mom decided that we
would go. Mr. Carter overheard and
invited me to stay with them for the holiday.
That sounded much better to me.
"If I had known you weren't going to go…"Mom began, but I
cut her off.
"Mom," I said softly, "Kayla should get to know her family
out there. Trust me, it really sucks to
have family out there that you want to get to know, but you can't." She had a million cousins in Georgia that
she used to know, but hadn't visited in years because of me. Irene and Mom had gotten into an argument
about me being around the cousins, so Mom said none of us would be out there
then. This was the first time she'd
been back to Georgia in a very long time, and it would be much less stressful
if I weren't there.
Kayla came wandering back just as the announcement came that
their flight was ready to board. She
was so ticked that I didn't have to go.
I had told her I had too much to do for school, but she wanted to stay
too. I gave her a hug goodbye and whispered
in her ear "Do that valley-girl thing for the boys there. They'll all be following you like wild
dogs." She giggled and smiled for the
first time that day.
"Bye Jhon!" she said, and grabbed her backpack.
Mom hugged me. "If
you need anything at all, call me day or night," she said.
I grinned. "Like
there's anything I can't handle," I replied.
She knew what I meant. She
smiled and I waited until they both boarded before I left the airport. I was eighteen and on my own for the first
time since I was nine. I couldn't stop
grinning like a loon. Yeah, I wanted my
family for Thanksgiving, but the few times Mom and Dad had been gone for a
weekend, I still had Kayla to look after.
As of that moment it was all Jhondie.
Well, all Jhondie and Justin. Justin. Who would have
guessed him and I would end up together?
He was an awesome boyfriend though.
We'd been together almost six months and he was still an awesome
boyfriend. It was so weird for me to
think of anyone as long-term. My
longest relationship had lasted seven months, and the last month we were
fighting so much, it shouldn't count.
Justin and I had argued a couple of times, but it wasn't anything major,
and we'd made up easily. I think a big
part was that I could be honest with him. There wasn't any other boyfriend I had ever had that I could tell
who gave me my necklace with the gold rose.
The necklace was a graduation gift from Zack. I had told him when I was graduating, but I
wasn't really expecting him to show up.
The ceremony was being held in a convention hall. I had gotten up to get my diploma, and when
I glanced into the audience, I noticed a guy way in the back, standing in the
shadows. Nobody else could have seen
him, but I did. He knew it too. He made a hand gesture that meant "all
clear". It also meant "good job". Then he disappeared.
There was a bunch of people coming over to the house
afterwards to celebrate, so I wasn't expecting to see him there. I went upstairs to change, and on my pillow
was a necklace wrapped around a note.
The note simply said, "Congratulations baby sister. May life be sweet and free." The necklace was a beautiful gold chain with
a wild rose made out of pink and green colored gold. I hadn't seen him since, but I was so glad he was there that day.
I almost wished Zack were going to be here today. Well, I did and I didn't. It was 8:00 AM, the day before Thanksgiving,
and I was looking forward to a few days of freedom. Having Zack around, it was nice, but it was like having a parent around. I didn't think I was ready for Justin to
meet Zack anyways. My relationship with
Justin was growing, and I wasn't too sure how I was feeling towards him, but I
knew for sure I didn't want Zack to try and scare him off. I really cared about Justin.
I knew he cared about me too. He was officially the first guy I'd dated who tried to understand
me, and he was also the first guy to not let me rape him when I went into
heat. God, that was so much fun. It had happened in August. Justin had gotten his internship with the LA
Times (according to Justin: stupid fluff, no real journalistic integrity,
nobody with a set big enough to write a real story) and he ended up going to
New York for a week with one of the reporters.
He came back and immediately came over.
He didn't call first. I was so
in heat.
All I can say is that I was glad Kayla wasn't there. Mom answered the door, and Justin came in,
and before mom could say I was sick, I walked into the living room. I guess the best way to describe what
happened was that the feline DNA took over and I pounced him. One second I was across the room, the next I
was attached to him, my legs wrapped around him, kissing him harder than I had
ever before. Justin later said I
basically scared the hell out of him.
Luckily mom was there.
She grabbed me, yanked me back, and slapped me as hard as
she could. Basically, when I'm like
that, only a good hard hit can knock some reality back into me. "Cold shower now!" she ordered me, putting
her body in between Justin and me. Good
thing. I would have pounced again. I went upstairs, and while I was up there,
she explained to Justin what was going on.
I had told her Justin knew about me, so she explained what cat DNA does
to my feminine cycle. He was gone
before I got out of the shower.
I ended up sneaking over to his place that night. I was still in heat, and he was there. He was still up, writing up some stuff for
the boss. He got up, and I tried to
pounce him again, but he stopped me this time.
I was all over him, trying to do anything that would get him into
bed. He was responding physically and
protesting at the same time. He finally
grabbed my upper arms, and jerked me back, shoving me against the wall.
"Not like this," he said, his eyes boring into mine.
"Justin, I want to," I tried to say.
"No, you don't," he whispered. "Jhon, I want to be with you, but not like this. Not when you're going to hate me tomorrow
for letting it happen." That was
something I'd never heard from a guy before.
"Go home," he finally said.
"Please, just go home, and if you still feel like this tomorrow…but you
won't." I went home.
I didn't want to talk to him the next day. I was so embarrassed, but he made me feel
better. He told me that if I had the
flu and had a fever and coughing and was throwing up, he could deal with
that. I had just been sick the day
before, and what happened was a symptom of it.
No different from sneezing on him.
It was different, but I was so lucky he was trying to be
understanding. The funny thing was that
I did want to sleep with him the next day, but we didn't. It had been six months since we started
really dating, and we still hadn't slept together. I was starting to think one of us was broken.
It was a refreshing change though. Every other guy I dated wanted to nail me as soon as
possible. I had slept with a couple of
them, but it was just a physical act.
Felt good, but it was all physical.
Now I had someone who I really cared about, but we weren't in a physical
relationship. None of my friends would
have believed it. I wasn't sure if I
believed it myself.
He was such a great guy.
I was heading over to the gym where he worked out and I was going to
pick him up and then we had something light to do for the boss, and then we
were going back to my house. I had
promised to bring over my world-famous cherry yum-yum for dessert
tomorrow. Justin was coming over to
help me make it. More like try and
figure out how I made it. I had brought
it over a couple of months before and his dad and the twins almost died over
it. Justin had made me dinner that
night and I had brought over the yum-yum.
We had gone out that night, and when we came back Mr. Carter and the
twins had finished the yum-yum off.
There had been a lot left, and the twins were on a sugar buzz for a
week. When it was decided I was coming
over for Thanksgiving, Brittany said I wouldn't be allowed in without a
bucketful of yum-yum. I got the hint.
I was looking forward to this weekend. EO only needed us to do one small thing, and
that would be done today, my research paper was caught up, and all I had to do
was relax and enjoy my time with Justin.
Sounded good to me.
Justin
I was finishing my last set of reps when a set of feminine
hands grabbed the bar between my hands, and held the weights down. Jhondie was smiling down at me. It looked like I was holding the bar in the
lowered position, but in truth, she was holding it down easily. I was stuck until she decided to let me
up. She had learned though not to do it
to me. I knew her sides and feet were
ticklish. She was incredibly strong,
but once I started tickling her, all she could do was laugh helplessly. I had found my Supergirl's kryptonite.
I lifted the bar, and hung it back up. "Hey there," she said, smiling as if she
knew what I was thinking. What I was
thinking was how great she looked in those jeans. They were a little tighter than she normally wore, but I didn't
mind. I did mind the other guys leering
at her, but they knew she was all mine.
"Hey yourself," I replied sitting up. She looked just as good from this angle,
especially when she leaned over on the bar.
Not all of the sweat was from my workout anymore. God, she was beautiful.
"You about done?" she asked. Even if I had a million reps left to go, there was no way I was
saying no to her. Today started her
weekend with me, and I was planning on spending every moment possible with
her. She was spending Thursday and
Friday night over at my place, but I had sworn to dad that she would stay in my
room, and I would sleep in the family room all night. Dad knew I was a man of my word.
Lord, I wished I wasn't though.
"Let me take a shower and I'll be ready," I replied. I got up and gave her a quick kiss before
hitting the locker room. It was amazing
just to be able to kiss her like that.
For the first couple of weeks after we decided to start dating it was
hard to get used to casual affection.
We'd been so determined before to just be friends, it felt funny to just
take her hand whenever I wanted to, and it not to be yanking her out some kind
of danger. We had both gotten used to
it, and now it was hard to imagine a time when I was near her, and us not touch
in some way.
I headed off to the showers quickly. Jhondie was great all the way around. We were keeping up with an incredible
relationship and we were still partners working for Eye's Only. The stuff we were doing for him was far
superior to the crap that was being turned out by the LA Times. My internship opened my eyes to the real world
of journalism, and made me respect the boss so much more. I had Jhondie. I had my work. I was
hitting the mid-point of my junior year in college. Life was great.
"Damn, buddy," Carlos said when I went to my locker to get
my towel and shower stuff. "You got
legs like that waiting for you at home and you working out here? I'd be home 24/7 if I had a woman looking
like that."
"I got to give her a break sometimes," I replied in the same
arrogant-manly-man tone. "Women are
like cars. You run them too hard, they
break down." There was a rumble of
laughter from the other guys as I undressed and hit the showers. I wasn't about to tell them that I had yet
to really touch the girl. We'd made
out, but we'd never gone too far, and I had no idea why. It wasn't like either of us were
virgins. I guess neither of us really
wanted to push things and mess them up.
We'd been together six months, and I was closer to her now
than I was to Denise after two years together.
I was starting to see the difference between my relationship with Denise
and this one with Jhondie. I was with
Denise because we were in high school when we first started to date. Her father was a business partner with my
dad so we saw each other a lot, and most importantly, she let me sleep with
her. I was with Jhondie because I liked
her. I could talk to her and most
importantly, I trusted her. Denise
scared the hell out of me. She was a
nutcase, and after we broke up she did some freaky things that had me worried
about the twins getting in her way.
Jhondie was a genetically engineered killing machine and I wasn't afraid
of her in the slightest.
Well, there was that one time when she went into…heat is the
best way to describe it. The last thing
I was expecting was for her to do one of her super-jumps and attack me in front
of her mother. I had no idea what the
hell was going on when Mrs. Harris yanked her off of me, ending her check of my
tonsillectomy, and decked Jhondie. She
sent Jhondie upstairs for a cold shower, and with a bright blush, explained to
me what was going on. I had never even
thought about that kind of problem.
Jhondie showed up that night in my room, and I ended up sending her
away. I was glad she left when she
did. All I was thinking was about her
lips and the way her body felt against mine, and her hands all over me. If she touched me again, she was going to be
in bed in about two seconds if we didn't hit the floor first. She left instead.
I showered and got dressed and headed out, grabbing my gym
bag. Jhondie was waiting for me with a
smile. Before I could say anything, I
heard someone yell my name. "Justin!"
Rick called out to me. I looked over at
him. "You got to come to the trainer's
room," he said. "Moose is going to do a
four-fifty bench!"
I glanced over at Jhondie.
"You mind?" I asked her. She
shrugged.
"Nah," she replied.
"Always amusing to see what's considered impressive," she continued in a
very low voice. I guess lifting four
hundred pounds isn't great to someone who could bench press a Buick.
We went into the Trainer's Room, and Lena, Moose's
girlfriend ended up beside Jhondie. "I
love seeing them life like that," Lena bubbled. She was a true valley-girl airhead. "Makes me feel you know all good to like have a you know, big
strong man with me, you know?"
Jhondie had a tight smile plastered to her face. "Yeah," she suddenly replied in that same
valley-girl accent. She took on the
whole persona, with the dumb head bobbing and all, and Lena didn't get it. "It's like, whoa, oh my God, I am like you
know so totally protected and some junk."
Lena beamed in sisterhood and then we all turned to Moose who was lying
on the bench, ready to do the press.
He took a deep breath, and put his hands on the bar,
concentrating hard. He pushed up, his
spotter helping him guide it, Moose's muscles straining with the effort. Moose lowered the bar, sweating a straining,
and with a loud grunt, lifted the mass, the bar bowing under the weight. Everyone cheered when he had the bar fully
up again. His spotter helped him get it
back on the bench, and Moose sat up, triumphant.
There was a general congratulations from everyone, and the
crowd headed out, Moose looking like he had been elected king of the
world. I noticed Jhondie was looking at
the weights. When everyone left she lay
down on the bench. I went over to her
and grinned down over the bar.
"Aww, is the little girl pretending she can like, you know,
lift weights?" I teased. Jhondie
grinned at me wickedly, grabbed the bar, and lifted it easily. She held it for a minute, and then did
several reps. She put it back up and sat up.
She hadn't even broken a sweat.
Sometimes I can forget what she is.
Then I get reminded.
"You ready to get out of here?" she asked. I nodded.
I was more than ready to get this weekend started.
