Chapter 3 Its too weird so I'll ignore it

Just after eleven John tapped on the basement door hoping that in the morning Iziah would get out of bed again, her sweet voice that told him to enter, said that she was past that funk. The more he thought about it the more he realised that maybe Izzy was right, most men were stupid, Iziah had her bad points, everyone even Iziah could admit that, but that didn't change the fact that inside her was a sweetness that made the bad points fade into the background, not only was she a sweet kind girl but she held curves and beauty that most women would kill for, or get alot of plastic surgery.

"Hey, I remembered I picked this up for you" John handed her a little box complete with bow, she knew what it was but that didn't make it any less thoughtful or wanted, picking the lid off her fingers closed around the tiny shot glasses, Iziah was a rabid collector of shot glasses and everytime John went somewhere new, he always made sure to try and add to her collection. Iziah gave him a quick hug, her bra clad breasts pressing right up against his chest. "Thanks superman,"

Iziah looked at them closely, inspecting where they were from and if they were still sticky with tequila like the last ones she got from Randy.

"Free of tequila" John grinned as Iziah pulled out a bottle,

"Wanna do a shot with me?"

"Oh no, the last time we did shots we wound up in the cells"

Iziah laughed "Only because you couldn't walk in a straight line Cena"

"Neither could you"

"Remind me, why were we at the zoo anyway?"

"You wanted to get back at that parrot for commenting on your huge tits"

"Oh yeah" Iziah giggled, "He had it comin, my breasts as great as they are, are not open for comment"

"Well on that note, good-night" John grinned before kissing the top of her head as he always did.

"Night superman and thanks for the shot glass"

Iziah flicked off the lights and headed straight back to her bed, only difference was she knew that in the morning she would willingly get out of it again, having John and Randy around always made the living world worth putting up with. Iziah settled on her side and closed her eyes, ready for a good nights sleep and free of stupid dreams about men that should just die and be done with it.

Iziah sighed content as his arms wrapped around her like a blanket, that scent of man washing throughout her system. His heart beat pounded against her eardrums, only making her feel safer than she had in her entire life. His lips brushed her hair, his deep voice rolling over her making tingles appear by the dozen.

"You ok Izzy?"

"Yeah, just happy and..." She didn't know the other word she was looking for but as always he got it. Iziah squeezed his bulky frame before climbing on top of him, daringly her lips connected with his, soft, sweet and lingering. It was everything she had hoped for, piled with everything else she knew she needed. His arms wrapped around her back pulling her closer, his long tongue snaking into her mouth. Iziah let out a grunt of joy, her hips grinding against him, his dick poking and prodding wanting to be free. Iziah kissed down his chest, little moans of approval spilling from his perfect lips, her tongue caught every inch of his perfect abs until her lips were right in front of his shorts.

"Izzy don't tease me" She wasn't sure if it was a warning or pleading, Iziah took his clothes away that hard dick ready for her mouth. Slowly she swirled her peirced tongue around the head, his body quivering with pleasure.

"Iziah" He let out again his voice wobbling as she pushed herself down taking the whole thing down as far as her throat allowed her. He kept grunting and writhing beneath her, her mouth taking him beyond his wildest dreams. Iziah shut her eyes and concentrated, her mouth sliding up and down that hard pole, she wanted to give all the attention she had on that thick cock, she didn't want him to forget this, even when he got demensia, he would remember Iziah giving him head. His hands brushed her straight black strands, those silver curls falling over her face, shifting them he wanted to see this, that angelic mouth sliding up and down his dick, the circuits wouldn't stop and the more he tried the more he failed. Iziah kept pushing until she was rewarded with that sweet taste that was John Cena...

Her eyes snapped open and the reality slapped her in the face like a cold metal crowbar, trying to get her breathing under control she tried to rationalize what she was dreaming about. No, there was no rational thought or explaination. She was giving John head. And he liked it. And so did she. And he came in her mouth. And she liked that too. And..Iziah was out of things that happened in the dream, that was actually good because anymore and her head would burst. Why the hell was she dreaming about that and with John? She was pretty sure that her heart was about to explode. Iziah put her hands under the blanket trying to ignore the obvious situation in her panties, that dream had crossed and suddenly it was more realistic, her body was enjoying that dream and all it wanted was to get back to it, even her brain was starting to betray her, it wanted to know how that dream ended. Iziah shut it off and hopefully out of her mind, she would talk to Rae in the morning about it, her sister would know why suddenly she was in her dreams giving her best friend head. Right now it was just too weird so Iziah was going to ignore it, and deny it, deny, deny, deny and if that failed, she would deny some more.

A/N Should I go on?