I had never been treated to dinner by anyone but my Johnny, and that was only twice. It was a beautiful place, and it was nice being a little secluded from the rest of the people. I noticed the elderly woman walk off into a kitchen, and looked to Johnny, he smiled.
"I hope you like merlot, Annie. I didn't know what you liked to drink, but I can get you something different, if you'd like." I blinked, unsure of what merlot was and shook my head.
"I've never tried merlot, so I guess I can give it a try." I took a nervous drink of water from the glass that had been laid out before we arrived, unsure of what to ask, even though I wanted to talk to him about anything. I was drawn to this new Johnny, I didn't know how to describe how his smiles made me feel, but I liked it nonetheless. Johnny looked a little impatient, but I wasn't sure if I was reading his body language right or not. I was about to ask him if he was alright, but he spoke before I could.
"I don't know much about you, Annie. All I know is that you've graduated from Yale with a masters, you're extraordinarily talented with a pencil and paper, and I sat next to you at the graduation ceremony, but you ran out before it could end. If you don't mind me wanting to know, could you tell me a little about yourself?"
I pondered for a few moments, taking note that the woman from before had placed a glass filled with a red liquid in front of both me and Johnny. When the woman walked away, I decided to take a curious sip of the new drink. I took the glass and smelled it, it smelled pungent but a little sweet at the same time, so I took a drink, a larger one than I had intended. I closed my eyes for a moment, the taste was dry and it made me think of drinking a funny tasting cup of dirt, without the rocks. I looked up at Johnny and decided to begin with my earliest memory; The day my father died. After that, I couldn't stop talking about my life, and My Johnny. I told him about the day I broke my arm, about Vicky, about Mom, about my high school years, and finally, about my Johnny. I wouldn't have normally said so much but for some reason, I couldn't help it, it was like the words continued in a long line from my mouth to his ears, and he was sad when I had been sad, he was happy when I had been happy, and he was horrified when I had been, as I told my story, every emotion that I had felt at any highpoint in my life, was displayed by this new Johnny, the Johnny that made me feel a good kind of strange.
I think I had about two full glasses of the red liquid, Johnny said it was wine, and when I finished my story about how I had gotten onto the streets, he shook his head, in wonder. I couldn't exactly see straight, and it felt like an internal fight to keep my eyes open, even though I was completely awake. He told me about his young life, he hadn't always been rich, his parents struck lucky in a stock market investment and made a business to keep their new found wealth from being taxed to high heaven.
His parents sounded like good people, hard working, and understand of hard times. I met his father, and he was a big man, not fat, but rather built and had the eyes you'd find on any good parent, ones that held nothing but love. Johnny also told me of his love life, it wasn't anything spectacular, or at least to the many I had read about. He told me about the time he gave himself completely to one woman, and she tore away from him. He had said that after that, he felt the same about women, until he had met me. I felt my self blush hotly and smile.
Then Johnny told me about his college years, that they were nothing special, he mostly spent his free time reading in his dorm. He then told me about how he had met Mel. I think he too, had had two glasses, or maybe more, of the wine, but I don't think it was affecting him the same way. He talked on and on about how confused he made himself, he professed he didn't love Mel, and everything he did, he believed he did because he thought he was expected to marry a rich girl. He said it felt like a social custom, that once rich, you had to insure you stayed rich, but he hated it and he hated Mel.
To me, Mel sounded annoying, crabby, and controlling. I suddenly remember that she was the woman that had thrown money at me on the street, just earlier today. It was so strange to think that this morning, I woke up on the streets, with no one, and now, I'm at dinner with a gorgeous, wonderful man. I think the more wine I had, the more Johnny was wonderful, he was funny, and when I laughed, he would smile brightly, and it almost felt like my heart melted. I was happy again, and this Johnny had given me that. I wasn't sure what time it was when we finally left, but I remember having a bit of a struggle walking straight. I was glad Johnny didn't notice, or at least appeared not to.
I barely remember the car ride home, but I remember Johnny commenting about how I was acting, he said I was a bit buzzed and laughed as he said so. When we got into the house, I remember latching onto his arm, holding onto him, mainly because I felt kind of… cuddly. To think of any of the things I remembered about that night, it would be the kiss that started a fiasco in my heart. I asked him to help me to the bedroom, unsure of where it was, and I don't know what it was about me, but he looked at me with such a strong desire in his eyes. Maybe it was the wine in his system, maybe it wasn't, but when he held me tightly and put his lips to mine, I felt like putty in his hands.
He could have shaped me any way he liked, any way he wanted. My back was suddenly against a wall and he was kissing my neck, and I found myself burning inside, the good kind of burn. His hands wondered around, tickling my back, cupping a breast, or handling my behind. It felt like a tension was building between us, a type of tension that someone was attracted to, and I felt dizzy, a sweet kind of dizzy. When I realized where it was going, I slowed him down and looked him in the eyes.
"I… Haven't done this before, Johnny…" He looked at me and nodded, his eyes half closed and his lips grazing over mine, and I felt my heart beat quicken when he suddenly picked me up, one arm supporting my legs, the other my back. He surprised me when he carried me up a flight of stairs, across the hall, and into a bedroom. It didn't look like the one I was in before, but I wasn't sure of myself anyways. Johnny laid me down across the bed, climbing onto it, placing himself over me and kissed me. The kiss had a sort of urgency that I responded to, and in an instant, my body burned for him.
Before I could realize anything else, I was completely stripped of clothing, as was he, and I sort of remembered helping him with it. We were like that, kissing, his hands wondering, touching every place that either made me gasp, or shiver. He placed himself in-between my legs, broke our kiss and looked at me. We were both sort of breathless, he took a moment to catch his breath, and whispered.
"Are you ready, Annabel..?" He looked at me, with a brand of love and caring I had never seen before in someone's eyes. I nodded, holding onto his shoulders, finding my self biting my bottom lip. He took a moment, and slowly found his entrance. He was slow, and careful, pushing himself into me completely. I shuddered a slight gasp and gripped at his shoulders, the burn raging through me as he did so. He kissed me hard, but it wasn't unpleasant, I returned his kiss as he began to pull out, and thrust himself back into me. Slowly at first, then faster and harder. I whimpered little moans into the kiss, and as I did, he responded by making his thrusts even harder. I broke the kiss, gasping and panting, his body was pressed against mine, and the room felt so hot. He kissed along my jaw line, down to my neck, and it made me shiver every time he nibbled at my skin. I remember looking at the ceiling, but never acknowledging its existence, I was in heaven, and what I felt was bliss.
It wasn't long before I felt a pressure build up inside myself, a feeling that needed to be let out. I gripped at his back a little harder than I had his shoulders, and his response to it was thrusting up once more, harder than ever, and my body jolted when he had. I shuddered a louder moan and gasped lightly, my body tensing, feeling as if I wanted to curl my toes, the tension within me suddenly letting out. At the same time, I began to feel another pressure, it was filling, and satisfying. My climax lasted a little longer, and finally, I felt spent. Johnny collapsed on top of me gently, and it was a weight I didn't want to move away. I took time to catch my breath, and when I could finally breath at a normal rate, Johnny picked himself up, and moved himself to my side. He was still breathing a little faster than normal when he took his arm around me and held me to him. I smiled as I dozed off, I heard his breathing slow and then, I was asleep.
I woke that morning, my body sore and my head aching, though only a little. I sat up under the sheets, the bright light of morning being a little disorientating.
"Good morning, Gorgeous" I looked over and saw Johnny still next to me, even though the night before was just a blur at that point, I still knew what happened. He smiled brightly and I held my hand to my head. "Got a headache, Annie? The wine got to you pretty hard last night." He sat up next to me, and leaned me onto him. I smiled as I closed my eyes, rubbing the sides of my head. Johnny soon put his hands where mine were, running his hands through my hair and gently massaging the sides of my head. I sighed and smiled again. When my headache dulled down a bit, he laid back a little, I sat up, but he soon rested my head against his chest. I had no complaints whatsoever, I closed my eyes and held my hand in his, tracing the lines upon his palm with my fingertips. He was smiling, I didn't have to see it, but I knew he was. I suddenly realized that there had been music on since I woke up, and began tapping my fingers against Johnny's palm with the music, and we both laughed. I looked up at him, holding his hand, a little confused about the night before.
"Johnny, about last night…" He made a quiet "shh" noise and smiled.
"We don't need to worry about it right now, alright?" He kissed my forehead gently, and I felt my face lightly burn as a blush colored my cheeks. I soon came to a full realization of what we did the night before, but I really didn't care. Call me a hopeless romantic, but I was already falling in love.
Suddenly, Johnny's cell phone rang on the floor, where his pants had been thrown. He didn't move to get it, and I looked at him.
"Shouldn't you get that?" I blinked, unsure of why he would avoid a phone call. He nodded, grunting his displeasure at the idea as he got up, picking up his phone and answering it as he put his white boxer briefs on quickly.
