ok so heres chapter for you keep dishing out the reviews and i'll keep dishing out the chapters i have the next 4 already completed.
John pov
I was lacing up my boots when Randy came into the locker room.
"Yo dude I need you to do me a favour."
"What's that?" I asked. I felt my cell vibrate in my pocket. "Hold that thought."
I pulled out my cell phone it was a text from Kimberly. I didn't want to open it but I couldn't resist.
When I think about you I touch myself.
"Got a text?" Randy asked leaning over to look. I snapped my cell shut so fast, I almost caught his nose in it.
"Must be a hot one." Randy said pulling back. "Well about that favour."
"Ya."
"Well I have a hot date when we go home and I need you to keep Kim busy."
Sweet Jesus did he have to word it like that.
"I dunno."
"Please man mom and dad can't handle her, I know you can."
Stop wording it like that.
"I'll pay for your ticket, it'll be like one big paid vacation. Come on man I need you."
"Ok." I said reluctantly.
"I owe you big for this." He said hugging me.
"You're saying that now." I muttered.
"What?"
"Oh nothing."
How did I get myself into this, here I am sitting across from Kimberly at an Orton family dinner.
"So John what do you do besides the wrestling?" Mrs. Orton asked laying a hand on Randy's shoulder.
"Well I'm really into hip hop." I said shoving another forkful of mashed potatoes into my mouth.
"Oh that's lovely Kimmy here does hip hop dance classes." She said pointing to her with her fork.
"Ya my instructor always tells me how good I am with my feet." Kimberly said seductively pulling her fork from her mouth.
I almost choked on my food when I felt her foot go to my crotch under the table.
"Really good." She said smiling.
I spit my food out onto my plate.
"You alright dear?" Mrs. Orton asked.
"Ya I'll be fine." I said putting my napkin to my face.
I couldn't believe her nerve. Here I am sitting next to her brother, her mother and father at the same table and she's playing footsie with me under the table.
So what do I do? Get up and leave? That would be rude. Stay? Torture.
She pushed her foot in more. I was going to kill her; she wanted me to loose it. I squeezed my eyes shut.
"John hunnie?"
"Yes."
"Are you sure your alright?" Mrs Orton asked.
"Ya John are you alright?" Kimmy teased from across the table.
"I'm—ah—oh- fine." I wiggled around trying to fight off the feeling I was having right now. "May I be excused please?"
"Sure dear."
I left the table and headed upstairs to the first bathroom I saw.
Kimberly pov.
"Weird boy." Mrs Orton said turning her attention back to her meal. "Kimmy your finished check on him will you?"
"Yes mother." I pulled my chair back from the table and headed upstairs, I made sure that I didn't seem as excited as I was to be following him.
I dashed up the stairs and I couldn't believe my luck. He must have been in such a rush that he didn't realise whose bathroom he went in.
He was in the shower in my bathroom. Even though he locked the bathroom door I could still get in from my room.
I opened the door and snuck in. Slowly and quietly I pealed my clothes off. I pulled back the shower curtain.
"Jesus Kim!" He yelled cupping himself with one hand and placing the other over his eyes.
I pulled his hand away from his face.
"Come on look at me Johnny, I know you want to."
"Kimberly everyone is downstairs."
"Mommy told me to check on you and now I'm here to take care if you." I told him pressing my naked body to his. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he finally dropped he hands from himself to me. He moved a hand down my arm and began to softly kiss my neck; I tilted my head back ad moaned. This was it I was finally going to sleep with John Cena.
"Yo John you in there?" Randy yelled pounding on the door.
"Shit." I yelled picking up my clothes. "Foiled again." I said kissing him and smiling before I ran into my room through the connecting door.
"Ya I'm in here." He yelled.
"Well hurry up we're going out."