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Chapter Two: That Night

Falon's POV

After I finished the rest of my morning appointments I went to meet my mom for lunch. I had to walk a couple blocks, I didn't mind though, it gave me a few minutes to myself to think. As I approached the table, I took a deep breath preparing myself for whatever my mother was wanting to talk about.

"Hi sweetie, you look tired." My mother Leigh stood up and hugged me.

"Hey mom." Yeah nice way of telling me I look like shit. I hadn't been sleeping well lately, and to be honest I hadn't been eating much either. I patted her back and returned a smile. We sat down in our seats.

We looked over the menu, and my mom spoke up. "How was work?"

"Same as always. Except we had two professional wrestlers from the wwe come in this morning." I spoke, trying to hide the excitement in my voice.

"That's what they get for such a violent job." My mother was always looking down on people, no matter what, she always had something to say about everybody.

"Mom!" I exclaimed. I couldn't believe she had already started before we ordered our food. If she kept it up, I was sure I was going to lose my appetite.

"Sweetie when you risk your body they way they do, they deserve what they get." She was being snooty, like she always was.

For some odd reason I became defensive. "They found something they love doing. I kind of envy them for that." How many people in the world can say that they love their job, and actually mean it? I definitely wasn't one them, and I know plenty of people who are the exact same way.

The waitress came to take our orders. "What can I get for you today?" She smiled, being polite. Probably hoping to get a good tip, which my mother would find a reason to leave a lousy one.

"We'll both have the caesar's salad, no dressing, and two iced tea's." I hate when my mother orders for me. Soon she started back to the conversation we currently had. Again she just had to pass judgement. "You shouldn't, you have a job. Not what I would like to see you do with your life, but it's okay for now. It's somewhat descent." Ugh!

I can't take much more of this crap. Enough already. "It's okay, I don't plan on doing this for the rest of my life. It's definitely not where I see myself in five or ten years." Why I let her crawl under my skin, was beyond me. I needed to somehow, stop caring what my parents thought.

"Go to college, and make something of yourself. A lawyer, or a doctor like your father."

"Mom, I get sick to my stomach when I see blood, I could never do that. I don't want to be a lawyer either, I hate arguing. School is just not on my agenda right now!" Okay so I am delaying the whole college experience just to piss them off. I know in the end I am only hurting myself. I do plan on going though, it's just I gotta figure out what exactly it is that I want. Which I am completely clueless at this point. I have been so wrapped up with pissing them off, that I have never actually thought about it. They had kicked me out after my 16th birthday, I was caught sneaking out my bedroom window. It was one of the many times Bailey needed me to come over and talk. I couldn't leave my best friend hanging, after all she had been there for me on several occasions.

"You won't get far without a college education. The Kennedy name has a reputation to uphold. You need to start doing your part." The reputation is built on lies. I don't want to live my life like that.

My tongue slipped, the words came out in a whisper. But unfortunately my mother still heard what I had said. "What about what I want?"

"You don't know what you want. Your head is in the clouds, it's time to face reality." True. I did live in the clouds as of late. But only cause that's the only way I knew how to deal with everything going on in my life right now. My parents was never the loving types, they only cared about themselves, and what money could buy them. But the fucked up part was when their friends came around, I had to pretend we were the perfect family, still do at times.

"I am 19 years old. I am suppose to be enjoying life. Everyone I know my age, is doing that, and doing what they want." Tonight I will do something I want, and that is hang out with John Cena and some of the other wrestlers from the wwe. I almost smiled, knowing my mother wouldn't be happy if she knew.

"If your referring to that wild friend of yours, it's not the life your going to live." She never liked any of my friends, I think it was because she didn't pick them.

"Bailey is not as bad as you think. She has problems just like everyone else." I wondered if my mother ever considered she was ruining my life. Being 16 years old and thrown out on the streets by your parents messes with your head. If it hadn't been for my grandmother letting me move in with her, I don't know what I would have done. Bailey offered, but there was alot of drama at her mother's house at the time, and I would of only added more to it. My grandma was amazing though, she encouraged me to make my own decisions, and let me be myself. I love her for that. My parents didn't have much to do with her, since my grandfather died. My grams was lonely, and just wanted someone around. Now that I have been living with her, she has been able to move on without my gramps.

"Still you should listen to me, I know what I am talking about. Your father wants you to come over for dinner tonight, 8:30 don't be late!" I wanted to scream. Figures, I finally have something happen to me that only happens once in a lifetime, and I have to go do something with my parents. I am not canceling. Not this time. I can still go, just need to leave at 8 to get home in time for dinner with my folks. Yep that should work! I was proud of myself, it was time things started changing, and I would have to be the one to make it happen. Whether they knew about it or not.

"Fine." I scoffed.

I started to sigh. For once I wished my mom would listen to what I had to say, and what I wanted. Even though I didn't exactly know what that was yet, but at least I could think about it, without worrying what they would have to say. My whole life has been about what my parents wanted. Ballet, cheerleading, gymnastics, not once had I been given the option of doing anything for myself, until I left that house. After work I went home. I took a hot bath to relax, then got dressed. I picked up my cell phone and called Bailey. I told her that we had new plans for the night. Of course she didn't mind, she had been a wrestling fan since she was a young child. I drove over to Bailey's house to pick her up.

"Hey B." I said as she got in the car, setting her purse in her lap, then shutting the door.

"Hey, I can't believe you gave John and Randy a massage, and seen John Cena's ass." She raised an eyebrow. We had been friends since preschool. Always there for one another, never jealous, and always happy for each other, when something amazing happened to the other. It's just how we are, but we truly felt more like sisters. Even though we are complete opposites. We are often questioned how the hell we ended up best friends. We usually just shrugged, whenever it was brought up. It wasn't any-ones business, and Bailey made that very clear. I wear my heart on my sleeve, which is the reason why I am usually left broken into a million pieces, and Bailey is the one trying to pick them up, convincing me everything was going to be okay. I am too damn honest sometimes, no matter how much I try to lie, my eyes always seem to give me away. Always telling how I am really feeling. I am constantly trying to please everyone, mostly my parents, but only cause I want them to be proud of me. Not once have I heard the words I have been wanting to hear my whole life. "We are so proud of you Falon." It was all I had ever wanted from them. However, Bailey is as tough as nails. Well by appearances anyway. She hides her emotions, you never know how she is feeling. Always has her guard up, except for when she is alone with me. We don't keep secrets from one another. She had a fucked up child hood. Her father was only around when it was convenient for him. He ignored her most of her life. Her brother was the favorite, and she was always being mistreated. I was proud of her though, she was always so strong, no matter what she was going through.

"I know me either. I was pretty sure they had walked into the wrong buiding at first. But fortunately for me they didn't. Oh by the way we have to leave by 8 o'clock, so I can get to my parents for dinner on time." I know she's not gonna like that.

"Are you serious? This is a once in a lifetime chance. John fucking Cena asked you out to eat, and your going to leave early cause your fucking parents want you to come over for dinner tonight." She was getting pissed. But she knew all to well what it was like to live in the Kennedy household. She had been banned from their when we was 15 years old. We had went to a party and gotten completely drunk, and hitched a ride with two older guys who was well above the legal age.

"I know, but my mom was on my case earlier. I have to do this." I pleaded, even putting my hands together and pouted my lips.

"I bet when we get there, you will change your mind!" She almost sang the words.

"I hope not. I am a huge disappointment to my parents already, I don't want to make it worse." I felt bad enough that I was already starting to keep secrets from my family. I just wanted to have a good time, and I was going to make damn sure nothing ruined it.

Bailey rolled her eyes as I found a parking space and turned off the car. "Okay, so how do I look?" I cheesed, and made a pose.

Her eyebrow raised. "For someone who wants to leave early, your dressed like your going out for a night of fun." She stated.

"I am, but I just want to make sure I look good, he seen me in my work clothes earlier. Not cute at all, just wanted to show him I can dress up if need be!" I was telling the truth, I really wanted to impress John.

Bailey checked herself in the mirror as well, then grinned. "Let's do this!" We stepped out of the car, and shut the doors, then I locked it up. We walked into the entrance and both took another breath before stepping inside. We spotted the wrestlers instantly, only cause they were the loudest in the restaurant. I seen Randy nudge John, and he turned around to meet my gaze.

John's POV

I smiled immediately once I seen her. I couldn't help but to look her up and down. She looked absolutely sexy. I didn't care if she noticed my jaw drop, or the fact that I almost fell out of the booth. That white mini skirt she was wearing was hott, and that black top, showed her curves, and revealed her cleavage. Damn, I just want to fucking squeeze them. The heels she wore made her look taller than she was, and her long brown hair fell off her shoulders. "Damn girl, you sure know how to make a guy's heart race." I smirked.

Her cheeks were turning red. I think she was starting to feel a little embarrassed. "Thank you, I tried." She said shyly.

I nodded. "You fucking succeeded, believe me." I felt movement in my shorts.

Falon's POV

My eyes locked on his and I didn't noticed before how mesmerizing they were. He definitely made my heart skip a beat when he looked at me. Bailey apparently obvious to the emotions that I was feeling, lightly elbowed my side breaking the hold he had on me.

"Huh?" I questioned automatically giving my attention to Bailey. I knew by the look she was giving me, she was saying, play it cool with her eyes. We had this thing when we looked at each other we could tell what the other was wanting to say secretly. "Oh, sorry." I whispered low enough, so only she could hear.

The booth was pretty crowded, Santino, and Edge automatically gave up their seats so we could sit down. I noticed John looking at them, which made me think he was the reason for it. Randy moved to the other side of the table, then John patted the seat next to him. I held my skirt down in the back, so no one seen underneath as I took a seat next to him. Bailey just sat next to Randy before he had the chance to offer. That's just how she is. She went for the things she wanted, and didn't let anything, or anyone stop her from achieving it. I really envied her for that. Tammy had walked in and sat next to Santino at the table next to us.

John put his arm over the back of the booth as he was glancing at the menu. I looked over my shoulder then turned and met his eyes again. He was smiling, he leaned in towards me, so I could look also. "Pick anything you want, it's on me."

I really didn't want to eat in front of him. Besides my mother would be shoving dinner down my throat once I got there. "I'm actually not that hungry, and I can't let you pay." Bailey cleared her throat and kicked my foot. Which was her way of telling me, do it anyway.

John looked at me with a questioning look on his face. "What?" I asked.

"Are you just saying that because you don't want to eat in front of me, or are you really not hungry?" Okay so he is on to me. Damn I love his Boston accent.

I wanted to say I wasn't hungry. But I couldn't lie to him. "I don't want to eat in front of you." I whispered, unfortunately he heard me.

His eyebrow lifted and he tilted his head, then sighed. "Why not? There is nothing wrong with eating in front of me. I am not going to make fun of how you eat, I promise. If your hungry, order some damn food. Don't starve yourself on my account." My mouth dropped. Randy had apparently noticed the way I had been looking at John or he wouldn't have spoke up.

"You know he don't like girls that don't eat around him." I honestly didn't care, I figured he was just saying that to get me to eat.

"Too bad for him, I am sure he missed out on some good pussy." Everyone busted out laughing. My face turned red when I realized what I had just said. "Shit I am so sorry. I didn't mean to say that." I buried my face in my hands.

"Maybe not, but you were thinking it. I know you too damn well. You say what your thinking before realizing it, all the fucking time." Bailey put her two cents into the equation. I shot her a shut the fuck up look, then buried my face again. "Well it's true." Bailey mouthed.

John placed his hand on my cheek and pulled my face up to his. Chills went down my spine from his touch. I was getting nervous and a little shaky. "Don't worry about it. It's all good, beautiful." I wondered if he had forgotten my name again, or in fact he just called me that, because that's how he seen me. Whatever the reason I liked when he called me that.

"You know what, I think I will order something to eat." I glanced over the menu, that John still held in his hand.

"What do you want?" He asked.

"A cheeseburger, and onion rings, with a diet coke." I smiled feeling proud of myself. Sometimes I could be so immature, I needed to chill. John, Randy, Bailey, Santino, Edge, and Tammy decided what they wanted to eat, then we ordered our food. I couldn't tell you how many times Bailey and I were stared at. I just know I liked it. I wanted to say, yeah see me, I am sitting with John Cena, he invited me to be here tonight. It was a weird feeling I had never experienced before, I had to admit, he made me feel like a school girl again. Having lunch with the most popular boy in school. It felt unreal. After the food had been eaten, and we chatted for awhile, my cell phone started to ring. I took it out of my purse, I looked at the caller id, and my smile faded.

"You okay?" John asked, worried from the sudden change in my facial expression.

I ignored the call then put my phone back into my purse. I half smiled trying to hide the real emotions I was feeling inside. "Yeah, I am good."

He looked at me, then looked down. "You ready to go?" He asked suddenly. I thought we were just going to eat together. What does he have in mind now? Oh shit, he wanted me to come here so he can wine, dine, then 69 me. Well minus the wine part. I don't know what to do! I felt someone kick my foot under the table. I looked to Bailey, thinking she had overheard. But to my surprise it was Randy who was eyeing me. John was still looking at me waiting for an answer. He was completely oblivious to what was going on. Randy nodded. It took me a minute to get what he was nodding about. He shook his head, then made me read his lips, which I suck at by the way. He told me to go hang with John, that nothing would happen unless I wanted it to. I then looked to Bailey who apparently was talking about me to his best friend. I wondered what all she had told him. I was going to find out tomorrow when I called her.

I nodded slowly still unsure of his intentions. "Okay, let's go." I took a deep breath, then remembered Bailey had rode with me to the restaurant. "Oh B, do you want me to drop you off?" She looked at Randy and batted her eyes.

He rolled his eyes at her. "Alright. I'll take you home." He almost laughed at her when he looked back to face her. She was trying to stick a spoon to her nose.

"Okay, call you tomorrow B." I started walking then felt someone swiftly grab my hand and hold it. I looked up and he smiled, then he brought my hand up to his lips and kissed it. I smiled back as we walked out to my car. He stopped and waited until I unlocked it.

"This is your car?" He asked not taking his eyes off the red vehicle.

"Yeah, is something wrong with it?" I walked to the front where he was standing and observed. Nothing, no scratch, no dent, okay so does he not like it or something?

"No, nothing is wrong with it. This is a nice fucking car." I could tell he was getting excited. Okay so he does like it.

"Yeah it's a Saleen S7 Twin Turbo." I didn't really know what else to say. I knew he was a car guy, but that was only muscle cars. I didn't think he liked flashy ones.

"I know. Damn, how did you get this?" The car was nice but, it was definitely not my style.

"It was my grandfather's car." It was his favorite. My parents had taken my car away from me when they kicked me out, so my grams gave it to me, so I would have something to drive.

He turned to me and smiled. I put the keys in his hand. "Your driving." He cheesed, a little.

He walked to the passenger side door and opened it for me, I got in and he shut it back. Then he went to the drivers side and got in too. "Where we going? My place or yours?"

I figured he was probably shacked up in a hotel room. "Mine." I told him the directions to my house, and we made it there in no time. He shook his head at my gramps car, before he locked it up. He placed his hand on my lower back as we walked up the sidewalk. He handed my keys to me and I opened the door, but stopped him from entering. "Just so you know, I live with my grandma. She won't be home until late tonight. She loves bingo." Then I let him walk in. The house was beautiful, there were antique's everywhere.

"Damn I am almost affraid to touch anything." He winked.

I smiled. "Imagine actually living here." I whispered. I don't know why, but he found it comical and laughed.

"It's like a fucking museum!" He stated. I agreed.

"It feels like it sometimes." He wrapped me up in his arms. I rested my head on his chest. Gawd I really like this feeling. His hugs are so warm and inviting. He pulled my face up to look at him.

John's POV

Damn she is beautiful, her lips were so tempting, I had to know what they felt like on mine. I kissed her until one of us pulled back for air. I licked my lips, then picked her up. She wrapped her legs around my waist. I carried her up the stairs, searching for her bedroom. I felt her laughing silently at me, then point to a door down the hall. "Your not going to be laughing when I am done with you." I said. She stopped and looked at me with an expression I hadn't seen on her face before. I couldn't figure out what it was. I laid her on the bed then crushed her lips with mine once more. I intertwined my fingers with hers. She half smiled, but still held the same look on her face. She would say no if this wasn't what she wanted, right? I pulled my shirt off and tossed it, not caring where it landed. She ran her fingertips up and down my abdomen, her eyes followed. She was thinking, and I wanted to know what. "What's on your mind?"

Falon's POV

"Nothing." I kept my eyes on his abdomen, just watching my fingers trace along the outline of his muscles. The truth was I was terrified. I was scared to be with him, in my room alone. I had never been this close to a guy before. I was saving myself for when someone really special came along. But he was making me think twice about that.

John's POV

Bullshit. I can plainly see, something is on her mind. "Are you sure, or do you not want to tell me?"

Falon's POV

I was thinking so much my head was starting to hurt. I needed to stop, and let things happen for once.

John's POV

"Yes, I am sure." Finally she looked back at me, and smiled softly. She wasn't thinking anymore. She put her hands on my shoulders, and leaned up towards me. She kissed my jaw and kept kissing until she reached my ears. She nibbled for a moment, then started kissing my neck. I felt my dick harden, and moans slipped from my lips. She looked to be guessing what her next move should be. I could tell she wasn't experienced the way I was, but I didn't mind. I was going to have to take control, and teach her a few things. I pulled her top off, to reveal what was hiding underneath. I kissed her lips again, and tried to pry them apart with my tongue. She slowly opened her mouth to let me in. I massaged her tongue with mine, and I heard her moan for the first time. I kept kissing her, then moved to her neck, then down in between her breasts. I swiftly unhooked her bra. I slid it off and threw it. She blushed, and covered her breasts with one of her arms.

*kiss* "Your beautiful..." *kiss* "...and very sexy." *kiss* "Please don't hide from me!" I begged. I liked what I was seeing and feeling. I took one breast into my mouth, and sucked. Then I licked small circles around her nipple. It began to harden, I took her nipple in between my teeth and nibbled a little. She moaned again. After I gave the other breast the same treatment, I kissed down her ribs, then around her belly button, then to the top of her skirt. I licked from one hip to the other, she squirmed. I smiled then slid her skirt down, then finally off. I took my hand and rubbed in between her legs over her panties. I then tugged them down and pulled them over her feet. I kissed her inner thighs, then slipped one finger in her wet pussy. She was tighter than I was use to. I was gonna have to stretch her before I slid my cock in. I moved my finger in and out slowly, then I added another. When I couldn't wait any longer, I crawled back up her body. She had that look on her face again. "If you want me to stop I will. I am not going to force you. I am sorry it took me this long to say it."

She smiled and that look was gone. "I don't want you to stop. Just be gentle with me." I smiled back assuring her I would. I stood up from the bed and slid my shorts along with my boxer briefs down, letting them fall to the carpet below my feet.

Falon's POV

This night was definitely not what I had in mind. However I am starting to enjoy it alot more. I was so confused as to what I was suppose to do, until John took over. The way he kisses my body sends chills all over me. I am still nervous as can be, but I know I am in good hands. I watched as he stood naked in front of me. Gawd he is the most gorgeous man I have ever seen. He pulled a condom from his shorts and put it on. Just seeing that, made me a little more nervous as to how it was going to feel. I had heard it hurt like hell, but I had also heard it only hurt for a little bit. I guess, I was just gonna have to be the judge of that. He climbed on top of me, then took my hands and held them above my head. He took his other hand and spread my legs, getting into position. He slowly stuck his member into my vagina. It hurt me, and judging by his face, it wasn't easy for him either.

John's POV

"Damn baby, your really fucking tight." I groaned. It's been a real long time since I have... Whoa, wait a second. "Are you a virgin?" I stopped until she answered me.

Falon's POV

Shit, I hope this won't change things. "Yes." He backed away from me. "John, please!"

John's POV

Fuck, why didn't it click? I should have fucking realized sooner. I don't know if I can go through with this. "Why didn't you tell me before it went this far?"

She looked at me with those sad eyes. "I honestly didn't think it mattered."

"Yes baby, it matters. Your first should be with someone special. Don't just give it away like this. Hell not to me." I meant it. She deserved someone who was going to be around for awhile, not me, who was going to be leaving in the morning and possibly never see her again.

"Does it matter what I want to anyone? You of all people I thought would at least let me decide. But no, here again, someone else is choosing for me. I can't take it anymore." She stood from the bed picking up her silk robe and walking towards the bathroom door. I stood up and gently pulled her arm back.

"I'm sorry. I care, I really do. If your sure this is what you want. Then I will make it happen. But if you have any doubts, don't go through with it. I am giving you the choice right now!" I gave her a minute to think. But she wasted no time at giving me an answer.

"I want you to be my first, I promise, I won't regret this." Her eyes were begging me.

I tilted my head to the side, and took a deep breath. "Alright." I picked her up and laid her back down on the bed gently. I adjusted myself in between her legs and entered her again. I slid in and out of her until she got use to my size, then I picked up my pace. Moans were starting to slip from her lips almost one right after the other. I grinded into her once more, before we both reached our peaks. Her walls caved in on my dick, and I tightened up, then we both climaxed at the same time. As we came down from our highs, I hovered over her small frame, and leaned in to kiss her. She smiled at me when I pushed myself back up. I collapsed beside her, then pulled her as close to me as I could. I held her tight, I seen her drift off to sleep. I watched her for awhile, then dozed off myself.

I hope you liked chapter two. I have to admit something crazy happened while I was writing the sex scene between John and Falon. It was really late and I heard a few noises outside my house. I looked out the window and seen two girls making out in the front seat with a guy in the backseat watching them. Lol, sorry I just had to share that. It was strange. I was tempted to go knock on the car window and tell them to move along. Anyway R&R!