Chapter 13 "Abracadabra" (End of September 1983)
"Every time you call my name,
I heat up like a burning flame,
Burning flame full of desire,
Kiss me, baby, let the fire get higher,
Abra abracadabra,
I wanna reach out and grab ya,
Abracadabra"
"Abracadabra," Steve Miller Band
Ray
When Peter, Egon, and I designed our business, we chose to have Sunday as a built-in rest day unless there were emergency situations. That allowed us to document data, make hypotheses, complete experiments, and even write scholarly articles about our work. Since each of us had a specialty, Egon the physics, Peter the psychology, and me the paranormal, we had the opportunity to announce to the world the success of our business.
It was two weeks after the first Janine and Egon date, but it was still tricky between the two daily. Mostly because Egon went out of his way to avoid Janine. According to our resident psychologist, Egon wouldn't let himself be happy because of his fear of being out of control. He further analyzed that Spengler felt turbulent when he was with Janine because he was so exultant.
For my little sister, that meant aggravation at our physicist's behavior; for Egon, it meant throwing himself into his work even more so. Whenever I mentioned Janine or their date on their rooftop, his eyes would glaze over, and he shut down immediately, and eventually, I ceased attempting to help him with it. I felt uncomfortable about speaking to Janine about the situation because she probably thought I had answers or insights to Spengler that I didn't.
Egon
The day after, Janine and I ate dinner and then stargazed on the rooftop of the firehouse. I couldn't work because I was too much in a daze. Both nights were remarkable- dancing with her on one and spending time with her watching the stars the other. I spent all of that day recalling how I felt around her, how she kissed or flirted with me, the way we danced close to each other, and everything else that happened. No work was done that day because of her.
At that time, I decided that I couldn't lose a day, our designated "day off," to daydreaming about Janine. I had articles to write to send into scientific journals and lab reports to finish, and hopefully, that would eventually lead me to Nobel recognition. Without a doubt, Janine was special to me, but my career was too important to throw away. As a result, I evaded her as much as possible, but that didn't mean that my mind was entirely free of her. My conflicting emotions of desiring her in my life and the fear of letting it all spiral out of control mystified me exceedingly daily.
The third Sunday after our "date" on the roof, Ray had already woken up, and I was alone in the room. My mind, my constant enemy recently, was reminding me of all the times we spent kissing, holding each other, and dancing, and I desired to do it all again.
The night before, I had this amazing dream where Janine and I were alone in the firehouse one night. The Steve Miller Band song, "Abracadabra," was on the radio as I worked. One evening, Janine entered the lab wearing a short sleeve green dress that I liked to see because she looked so unbelievably sexy. Her dress was almost like a mini skirt in length that emphasized her luxurious legs and was low cut in the front.
In the dream, Janine stood in the doorway to the lab for a while seductively as I felt her eyes gaze on me until she progressed towards me, all the while swinging her hips. Her sexiness oozed out of her body as she crossed the room and stood next to me, where I sat at the lab table, with a sensuous bright smile. Uneasily, I cleared my throat and avoided her gaze. I was unsuccessful and found myself entranced by her blinding grin, feeling captivated, and my body tingly.
"Why have you been avoiding me, Dr. Spengler," she asked quizzically.
"Uhm, I have been...busy with reports and other experiments outside of our busts," I answered, anxiously, attempting to avert my gaze from her, but without victory, once again.
"Every time you call my name/ I heat up like a burnin' flame/ Burnin' flame full of desire/ Kiss me, baby, let the fire get higher," she sang in tune lightly with the band on the radio, watching my face with interest. Very leisurely, dream Janine moved to where she stood behind me and inquired in a whisper in my right ear as she let her fingertips glide over my shoulders, "Are you a workaholic?"
"Uhm, yes, probably so, " I replied, twisting around in my chair to look at her bright smiling face.
"Hasn't anyone told you that there's more to life than work, Dr. Spengler" dream Janine cooed, pursing her plump lips together.
"Uhm, yes, but I am dedicated to my work," I answered, truthfully, as she used her fingertips on her right hand to trace the outline of her breasts down to her stomach, causing my arousal to pique further. Dream Janine giggled as she watched my eyes bulge out of my head, and I licked my lips involuntarily as a response.
Gingerly, she sat on my lap, unexpectedly and my pulse shot up rapidly on the spot, and so did my penis. The blood coursing through my veins was scalding, and I felt myself tremble with desire. Although I wanted to place my arms around her waist, I held back, trying to manage the situation, although it was complicated. Dream Janine placed her hands around my neck and leaned closer to me.
"Did you have fun with me dancing at the bar and watching the stars a couple of weeks ago, Egon," she pouted, fluttering her eyelashes at me seductively.
"Yes," I answered, truthfully, my breathing quickening as she caressed my face and neck with her soft hands with a very sensual smile.
"Do you think I am unattractive, Egon," she purred, looking up at me from underneath her eyelashes, tilting her body closer to mine to where our bodies were almost pressed against each other.
"No, Uhm, quite the opposite, I assure you, Janine," I answered, swallowing hard, " you are most majestic."
I perceived her as a threat to my stronghold on my feelings, which was one of the things that I prided myself on, being in control. However, I almost felt myself succumb to my passion because I felt so stimulated by her; it was unbelievable.
"Then why haven't you asked me on another date," dream Janine scowled, sticking her lower lip out a little bit while maintaining eye contact with me.
"I want to kiss that pout of her lip right away," I thought inwardly, staring at her lips.
"I, Uhm, ...didn't think an extremely... Uhm...desirable woman like yourself would take an interest in me, and my work normally takes all of my attention," I stammered, honestly, and my face flushed with heat.
"I'm sure you don't hear this very often, but you are wrong, Dr. Spengler," dream Janine reported, leaning closer to me. Her lips were inches from mine now, and she gazed longingly at mine. Next, she tickled my lips by fondling them with her forefingers until I removed them, abruptly, unable to stand the suspense any longer.
"I have to kiss her," my heart screamed to me in my chest.
With a fierce urgency, I quickly bent down to touch her luscious lips with my own, unhurriedly. As our mouths connected, I felt the fire of our passion only gather momentum as we kissed unwaveringly until we couldn't breathe any longer. We recovered our breaths, and I pulled her waist closer to mine so that our bodies were squished against each other. I embraced her tightly, putting my head on her shoulders for a rest.
"Did you like that," I murmured gruffly, nuzzling my lips on her neck up to her ear lobe then kissing the area gently.
"Oh yes, Egon, I have missed your kisses," she whispered upwards. Dream Janine pulled my mouth down to hers with her toned arms, claiming it for her own. She stuck her tantalizing tongue in my mouth, searching for my own, and they kneaded each other as we snogged. Afterward, I revealed, huskily, "That was so hot, my angel."
Next, I kissed her more ardently, allowing my desire to take over, so she knew the vigor of my zest for her.
Dream Janine had this satisfied alluring look as we gasped for air, panting. My dick was rock hard already, and she pressed her right hand slowly over it for a while, causing my desire to energize as I groaned lustfully.
"Why Dr. Spengler, you have such a large and thick cock," she declared, joyful at the discovery as I made guttural noises with my eyes shut.
"You like that," I inquired afterward, and she nodded coyly. Next, I picked up dream Janine gently and placed her directly on my erection, causing her to shut her eyes, beguiling. With her eyes closed, she began to grind her sex against it slowly and steadily. I leaned towards them, grabbing her body roughly toward mine with the need to meet her mouth with mine, and kissed her wildly.
"Ohh yes, Janine," I whimpered against her mouth, shutting my eyes. I was so wrapped up in the feelings of sexual need and desire that I felt I couldn't manage it much longer as it had been such an extended time since I felt a woman's sex on my own.
"Mmmm...ohhhh...Egon, that...ohhh... mmmm...feels so..ohhhh.. good," dream Janine cried, persisting in her actions for a little longer, driving both of us close to the point of no return as the lab was filled with sensual sounds of us grunting, sighing, groaning and moaning. Hearing her own pleasure only tripled my own.
"I feel the magic in your caress/I feel magic when I touch your dress/Silk and satin/ leather and lace/ Black panties with an angel's face," the radio warbled on in the background.
Without warning, dream Janine stopped grinding me, her breath hitching, and announced, "No, not yet, Dr. Spengler."
"Don't tease me, baby," I growled, narrowing my brown eyes as she grinned at me knowingly. As we both gasped for air, she took my glasses off of my face, placing them on the lab table, and I pulled her up to me so I could give her an open mouth kiss to explore her with my tongue again. Blissfully, we osculated each other in want and exigency.
My hands moved from her waist up to her breasts, where I teased her by feeling them through her dress material, causing dream Janine to sigh, only adding to my desire. Half-awake, my arousal required my attention, and I put my right hand down my pants to slowly stroke my penis as I recalled the rest of the dream.
"I want you," I whispered, urgently, peering into her beautiful blue eyes, adding, "right here, right now." Then I kissed her gently along her neck, and shoulders hoping to rouse her.
"Do you really, ? I thought you liked to be in control. Wouldn't want my mean you are out of control," she inquired, her blue eyes opened widely a few seconds later.
"I don't care. I have longed for you since I met you," I replied, nibbling her right earlobe in between breaths.
"Does that mean that you just want to screw me or that you care about me," dream Janine questioned, gazing into my face? Shocked, I couldn't answer right away.
"I cherish you, my angel," I admitted tenderly.
Smiling widely, she revealed that she felt the same for me, and I happily beamed at her when she made that revelation. Before I could protest, dream Janine slid off my lap provocatively, and then she reached down to my waist to unbuckle my belt.
"Oh baby," I gulped, noticeably, full of joyful expectancy of her sucking my cock next.
She next unbuttoned the button and then began to unzip my pants with extreme seductiveness. With a roguish grin, dream Janine pulled my erection out of my white boxers and scrutinized it with her fingers, marveling at the size of it. Her touch only invigorated me further, and she licked her lips most enticingly.
"Ohhh, darling," dream Janine groaned excitedly.
Dream Janine took my aroused penis into her mouth energetically, taking care to use her tongue on the extra sensitive areas on my head to give me more pleasure. As I imagined her giving me a blow job in my dream, I started to lose control in real life. My body trembled as I imagined a dream Janine licking my dick very slowly like it was an ice cream cone. Also, I dreamt that she sucked it using varying strengths then sticking it in her mouth to the back of her throat. Next, she played with my balls first with her hands and then took each one of them in her mouth separately. Afterward, dream Janine went back to sucking my cock again. As I exploded into having an orgasm, she swallowed my cum as I euphorically enjoyed the result of her actions. Then I opened my eyes and saw dream Janine watching me with a sly smile on her face as I recovered breathlessly.
"Your turn," I declared with a devilish grin. Despairingly, I hungered to bring her to orgasm like she did for me. I wanted to share my euphoria with her, so I rose from the chair and placed my hands on her waist to lift her to the top of the lab table. She was clearly taken aback but grinning expectantly at me. First, I kissed her intensely, putting my arms around her.
"Lay back, my dear," I told her after giving her an open mouth kiss while cupping her face in my hands. Dream Janine happily followed my directions excitedly. Moving closer to her, I placed my hands on each of her feet, feeling her smooth skin there as they passed her shapely calves and up to her knees. As I advanced them gradually upwards towards, I felt her upper thighs' curves as I shifted her alluring frock up to her waist. When I saw her mesh green panties that matched her dress, I groaned fervidly as I saw her brown curls hiding behind them, feeling intoxicated. Then I teased her a little by rubbing my hand over her panties, causing her to sigh loudly.
When I removed her panties from her body slowly to expose her crotch, I smelled them before letting them drop to the floor, and they smelled so delightful. Eagerly, I bent down towards her beautiful body on the lab table and began to kiss her inner thighs very lightly until I reached her sex. Dream Janine was panting and moaning as I commenced kissing her pubic mound while throwing in a playful bite or two on the susceptible area. Next, I used my fingers to give her satisfaction for a while, but I could not wait to taste her truthfully. Then I licked her clit with my tongue leisurely and later sucked it energetically as I observed that she tasted fantastic. As I pleased her, greedily, Janine thrashed and whimpered, and I put my index and middle fingers inside of her, rhythmically, in and out until she came.
"Ohhh, Eeeggoonn, yes," dream Janine screamed graciously, knowing that no one could hear her since we were alone.
Her yelling my name put me over the edge in real life, and I sprayed my cum all over my bedclothes. I bit my fist to quiet my desire to scream loudly as I had an orgasm picturing Janine getting off. When I opened my eyes, I panted heavily and tried not to think about how much I wanted that dream to happen in real life.
After I cleaned up and dressed for the day, I confided in my closest friend, Peter, about my feelings since he was a psychologist. We were in the lab talking alone, and as he reminded me, in confidence. Thankfully, Janine was out on her lunch break. He first asked me,
"Explain why you are in trouble."
"Janine. I am helpless when it comes to her as I can't seem to avoid her or my fondness for her. She represents, I think, my fear of not being in control of my life, which you know I do not like. I like order, science, and logic," I expounded to my friend, " Now I am having these. Uhm.. extremely erotic dreams about her where I am confessing my tenderness for her then we give each other...Uhm... oral..."
"Come on, this can't be the first erotic dream you have had about her," Peter commenting, taking a smoke out of his cigarette pack, slyly, " blowjobs, huh? Has that already happened between you two?"
"No, it's not the first one," I answered the first question irritatedly as I tapped my right foot on the floor but purposely ignored his second question, adding in an extraordinarily annoying voice, "but you are missing the point, Venkman. It's not about the bloody blow jobs."
With a mocking facial expression, Peter Venkman shook his head and lit the cigarette with his BIC lighter, saying, "I know that, Iggy. Just joking with you."
"Do you see what I mean? Janine's turning my life upside down? I think about her more often than I want to admit, she distracts me when she's around, and that takes me away from my research," I exclaimed, feeling both distressed and outraged simultaneously.
"All it means is that you are falling in love with her, which you recognized already," he admitted taking a drag on his smoke and continued, " yes, maybe you are losing some control of your life to the extent that you want this other person, Janine, in your life, and your brain doesn't know how to handle it."
As I listened to his point, I wondered how to deal with this problem.
" Besides, if I let Janine in my life more regularly, it wouldn't work out because I am so dedicated to my work. She would end up being miserable because my focus is on science. Plus, I am not a good partner in a relationship. I don't pay enough attention to the woman or say the right things," I complained.
"First, she is in your life, Egon, already. The day Janine proved that she knew something about computers, she came into your life because she challenged you. I'm curious, do you want her in your life as a girlfriend? I mean, have you talked to her since you stargazed," Venkman questioned, honestly. He took a long drag from his cigarette as he awaited my response.
"I am uncertain how I want her in my life, but I know that I care about her deeply. We have had one date. No, I haven't spoken to her outside of work topics," I remarked, giving him a pained look," and it has been hell. I miss talking to her."
"This seems like a problem of your own making. Iggy, you don't have to figure out anything. You have been on one low-pressure date. Ask her out. All you have to do is be felicitous until it's not anymore. You know, Janine is probably wondering why you haven't talked to her and doesn't understand what's going on. She is obviously upset that you are ignoring her. Do you see that," my friend asked, his brown eyes wide open as he appeared baffled at my own confusion?
"Yes, and it hurts me to cause her grief, of course, "I whined helplessly and placed my head in my hands as my head began to hurt.
"Egon, let yourself be happy for Christ's sake. Your life isn't out of control- you are still working the same hours, completing your experiments, creating new inventions, etc. Janine hasn't affected that," Peter advised, wisely, putting his cigarette out in the ashtray on the table.
I had hoped that speaking to him would help me feel better and give me guidance. However, it didn't. Afterward, I drank a cup of coffee alone on the landing and went back into my room to figure out this situation. I thought about my family.
My family members were very dedicated to their jobs on both sides. On the Spengler side, my grandfather was an ob-gyn doctor in Chicago in the late 19th century, and my Grandmother was a nurse. They had five children- three boys and two girls. David, my father, was the youngest. The value of their education was impressed upon them from a young age, and they weren't given toys, both very similar to my childhood. Instead, my grandparents did experiments with my Dad and uncles and aunts and math lessons.
Both Grandparents on that side will admit that they were lucky to find each other because they were very involved in their work and family. If my Grandmother hadn't moved to the Cleveland area, Grandfather said he wouldn't have taken the time for love. He passed away in 1960 from a stroke, and then she did next year from a broken heart.
My father was the "joker" of the family and was the least focused on his primary school education. However, he was still intelligent enough to win scholarships to a secondary Science Academy in Chicago. His weakness was women as he was an undergraduate, but he managed to complete his coursework in three years with a 3.8 GPA. When he met my Mom four years later, he worked on his doctorate in Chemistry, and she was a graduate student in the same field.
I was most like my Mom when it came to expressing her emotions and communicating with others. Although she struggled with showing emotion, she still fell in love with my father after he pursued her for an extended time. It was her, and my Uncle Floyd, who impressed upon me and my brother that emotion shouldn't get in the way of one's success.
"Make sure you meet your goals. If a relationship comes around that works out, that's great. Don't let it get in the way," my Uncle Floyd told me at age sixteen when I left for college.
As I sat on my bed, I sighed, remembering his advice. My heart reminded me continually that I cared about Janine too much, and a perfect example was this comic strip I had been working on for a few months.
When I can't sleep because I'm pondering the solution to a problem, I draw. Recently, I had noticed that my drawings were more focused on one subject, Janine. I had begun sketching a six-panel cartoon about my first interactions with our beautiful secretary when I asked her questions to prove that she did not know BASIC. First, Ray was reading her resume out loud and impressed that she had experience using the program, and in the second box, I arrogantly wrote questions to ask her about it to Peter's chagrin. Thirdly, I handed the paper to a very gorgeous-looking Janine, dressed in a black skirt and white button-down shirt, who appeared dismayed to receive the quiz. Fourthly, she answered the questions rapidly. In the fifth box, I stood, dazed, that she had the right answers with Peter to the right of me laughing hysterically. The last one contained a picture of me walking away with a question mark above my head and Janine asking Peter, sassily, " this is for a secretarial job, right, or will I be asked to write code?"
I reached underneath my bed and took out a sketchbook. Flipping through it, I noticed many of the pages were of her. Rashly, I tore them out. How could I rid Janine of my mind? Throwing the sketches away would be a start. Afterward, I put the sketchbook underneath my bed again and took the pages to the lab where I was going to burn them. I left one of how we met on the lab table and was called downstairs by Peter.
Five Days Later
On the following Friday, Peter discovered my cartoon because I accidentally left them out in the lab. I had been too focused on my work to remember to destroy it in the meantime.
"This is great!" he exclaimed and chuckled as he looked at them.
"Huh?"
"Your drawings?" Venkman remarked in stupefaction, "you drew that perfectly. You captured it."
My cheeks felt as hot as sunburn as I progressed over to the table, where he held my cartoon hostage.
"Why are you looking at that," I sputtered out.
"I was looking for a pencil, and here it sat," he responded, observing my response, "Egon, I'm sorry. It was left out."
Nodding, I took the paper from him.
"It's not a big deal. I think I'm going to throw it away anyway, "I remarked, trying to sound more flippant than I felt, "I draw when I can't sleep, or I can't figure a problem out."
"The detail is amazing, Iggy. Honestly. You should give it to Janine," Pete suggested, sincerely.
"Why would I do that," I questioned blankly.
"You drew her pretty well from memory, I must say. Janine would be flattered that you took the time to draw her because she knows how busy you are all of the time. You can give it to her for her birthday," he continued.
"It's not for a couple of weeks," I replied, without thinking. Her birthday was three weeks before mine.
"You might as well put a heart right there by the question mark over your head," he joked with me, pointing to the paper.
Angrily, I snatched it away from him and tore it in half, then into half again until it was destroyed into many pieces. I put the torn paper in the trash can next to us.
"There- I destroyed it," I snapped at Peter, who only chuckled, infuriating me further, "it's nothing. I have decided that I am going to ignore my feelings."
Pete looked shocked.
"Iggy, don't do that. A lovely woman is crazy about you and actually takes an interest in your work. Come on, how often does that happen," Peter inquired, looking at me.
My head began to pound as the conversation continued because it was mostly Peter lecturing me about taking a chance with her. Truthfully, I usually received a headache after speaking to him about the topic.
"You can't just bottle up your emotions because it isn't healthy. It took you seven months to kiss her. Isn't Janine worth putting effort into? You need to send her flowers and candies to..."
Extremely frustrated, I stormed out of the lab as Venkman lectured me and into the room that I shared with Ray. I slammed the door and sat on my bed, trying to calm down.
"I am not interested in Janine Melnitz. My career is the only thing I have time for and my pursuit of a Nobel. You are not cut out for love, nor do I believe in it. You are in control of your emotions and actions at all times," I repeated silently as I shut my eyes in agitation for at least thirty minutes, and I, subsequently, lost track of time. Reprogramming my mind had worked in the past when I needed to refocus. When it came to Janine, my mind was feeble, and my heart held vigorous emotions that wouldn't disappear despite my actions.
Underneath my bed, I had another sketch pad with an improved drawing of the cartoon that Peter saw and that I tore up in a fit. It was safe, and I felt relieved. The contradictory feelings were also another side effect of my adoration of Janine.
"Egon," a thick Brooklyn voice called from the other side of the bedroom door politely. Janine knocked on my door and opened it just a bit to see into the room and informed me, "Peter and Ray are waiting for you downstairs for your next bust. You have a client in thirty minutes."
"Thank you," I answered, gruffly, still recovering from the incident with Venkman.
"What's wrong" she inquired, observing the change in my voice with an inquisitive raise of her right eyebrow. Next, Janine opened the door all the way and revealed herself in a navy blue mini skirt and white long sleeve blouse with a matching cardigan on. As a result, I commenced repeating the statements from earlier.
"It's not her fault that she's so dazzling," I thought, watching her longingly.
"Nothing, Janine. I was meditating," I answered her coldly, finally. It came out much harsher than I had intended, and I saw the wounded look in her blue eyes after I spoke. My heartfelt pained and looked downwards.
I felt like making eye contact any longer would only cause me to feel hypnotized by her captivating peepers, so I didn't do it.
"You almost ripped my head off when I knocked on the door; that's not normal for you. I know you better than that, Egon Spengler," Janine stated softly, then removed her gaze from my face and looked downwards. After thirty seconds of silence, she spun on her heel to leave.
I felt awful for being rude to her, so I rose from my soft bed and touched her elbow before she strode off too far for me to catch her. Reluctantly, Janine paused and turned to face me.
"My apologies, Janine, I replied, with a small upturn of the corners of my mouth, "it wasn't intentional."
"Then why did it feel that way," she demanded of me, still uneasy as evident by her hand on her hip.
"I don't know," I lied poorly and continued to look at the floor.
Peter Venkman
Normally I don't interfere in others' affairs, but I felt like it was necessary where Spengler and Janine were involved. Egon was about to self-sabotage his own happiness because of his fear of losing control of his life, and he needed help. I also knew that Janine wouldn't wait around forever for him, nor did I think she should.
"Got a minute, Melnitz," I inquired as our pretty secretary typed something on her computer.
Curtly, Janine nodded and stopped her typing expectantly. I grabbed a chair from my office and rolled it over to her desk with a big smile.
"Uh oh, what's wrong," she probed suspiciously, her blue eyes flashing concern.
"Nothing just wanted to talk to you."
"Uh-huh," she replied, giving me a sideways glance, carefully, " is this about Egon?"
"Well, now that you mentioned it. I normally do not interfere in the affairs of others, but since he has emotional issues, I feel like I need to," I informed.
"Explain," Janine demanded, noticeably distressed, making eye contact with me.
"First, relax, Brooklyn, it's fine. Has Spengler been avoiding you since you two danced at the bar?"
"Why do you ask," she quizzed me, raising an eyebrow, then opened her desk to retrieve an Emory board.
"Come on, I'm not trying to cause problems," I asked, pleadingly, " you know Egon's a close friend of mine. I want to help him out."
"I'm sure he has been busy, but no, he hasn't spoken to me much," she answered tentatively, hiding her disappointment poorly while looking at her fingernails. Janine began to file them with an emery board.
"Do you know why," I inquired?
Shrugging, she repeated that Egon had been busy.
"That might be true, for all I know, because he is working on something constantly, especially for his goal of Nobel recognition. However, I know he's analyzing what to do with you," I stated.
"What to do with me? Janine repeated, incredulously, thick of her nasal accent.
"Egon worries that you may be a distraction," I explained.
"We have been on one date," our secretary exclaimed in an upset matter, at first, but then she took a deep breath and recovered her cool.
"All those emotions were overpowering to him, and now he is discomforted," I continued, taking a pen off of her desk and tapping it, repeatedly, much to her annoyance.
"Please don't tap," Janine quickly snapped," did he send you to talk to me?" I stopped the pen tapping on the desk and moved it to my upper thigh. Usually, that was my anxiety twitch.
" No, not at all. Listen, I'm trying to explain that Egon may withdraw from you for a while until he can figure everything out, but that doesn't mean that he has stopped caring about you," I elucidated.
For a while, Janine pensively worked on filing her nails.
"I guess that explains why he would avoid me like the plague after we flirtâuhm shared a nice moment together," she admitted, shaking her brown hair with a long sigh, adding that "it's a tad on the frustrating side, though and I don't understand it. I miss talking to him."
"Yeah, and you two always said nothing was going on," I accused, playfully, with a toothy grin.
"There wasn't. I didn't really have any indication that he might be interested until we played poker," Brooklyn countered indignantly as her face turned fire-engine red but elucidated further, "until then, we had a string of semi flirtatious interactions."
"True. Janine, I had never seen Egon act auspiciously the way he did when he was with you at the bar in the eight years that I have known him. He is usually uptight, serious, and uncomfortable. You have seen him with that one ex-girlfriend, that artist, you saw in the picture... He would never have kissed her, held her hand, or danced with her in public. You bring something out in him that has a profound effect on him and his behavior."
"Me?!"
"Yes, and he's struggling internally. That's what I am trying to explain to you. All of this is an immense indication that you are special to him, Janine," I responded sincerely, then added, "Egon recognizes that, and it scares him."
"Aww," she sighed, suddenly looking satisfied.
" I know, that's why I'm trying to help you two," I confessed, "as hard as he attempted to disregard you since the beginning, he couldn't ignore despite himself."
Our phone rang sonorously, and Janine beamed at me as she answered the ringing phone in her nasal accent, "Ghostbusters, whaddya want?"
Meanwhile, I was proud that I made a choice to talk to her, I realized, hoping Egon wouldn't be too angry with me. Right now, I didn't have to tell him. It was like planting a seed and watching it grow, I equated. When the phone call finished, our sassy secretary questioned me,
"Do I wait for him to ask me out, or do I ask him out, or should I do nothing."
"Hmm. That's an interesting question. Whatever you do, keep it low-key. You can ask him out, but it needs to be something downplayed like he did on the rooftop. It was a date, but not an 'official' one where he could have been rejected."
"Maybe I should wait a couple of days," Janine commented thoughtfully, running her fingernails on her desk.
"Of course, he might talk himself out of the whole thing, too, leaving you mad as hell. There isn't a normal when it comes to Spengler," I warned, holding my hand up.
"Other than collecting spores, mold, and fungus, what does he like to do? I wouldn't have thought he liked to dance, but he danced two Fridays ago. Egon said he had fun when I asked him," she asked later.
"If you call that dancing, Jesus," I laughed, remembering him moving around with Janine, totally enchanted with her in the bar.
"You didn't tease him about it, did you?"
"The way he danced? No, that he actually danced, you betcha," I clarified, still chuckling at the memory of my geeky 6'2 friend jumping up and down attempting to keep the rhythm of the music, but recalled the enthralled expression he had when he was with Janine, fondly.
"It was darling," Janine muttered, blushing with a big, bright smile.
"There's that look again. Let me get back to you about his interests outside of science; as far as I know, there aren't any," I remarked, imitating the 'isn't Egon wonderful ' look that Ray and I used to joke with our nerdy friend.
"What look?"
I clasped my hands at my heart, glanced up to the sky, and sighed deeply, "'oh, isn't Egon wonderful?"
" I do not do that," she argued, attempting to stop herself from giggling. I stood up for my chair and returned it to my desk.
"Not exactly, no, but there's a look. Don't worry, Egon has a look, too," I joked, "but I'm not going to do it now."
Then I had a little more fun with her by saying, "Oh vey, Egon, you have such a long particle thrower. It's sooo hard."
"Ok, you are done here. Keep it moving, Dr. Venkman. I have work to do," Janine stated, attempting to conceal her laughter, turning red once again.
"Or is it 'you know that PKE Meter really turns me on, baby,'" I continued walking backward from her desk as I observed Janine pick up something off of her desk to chunk at me.
"You say those things to him?" Janine questioned and threw a pen at me. Luckily, she missed it.
"No, I'm a professional, Janine," I answered, giving her a grave look, and then she threw something else at me. I ran upstairs to prepare for my date, sticking my tongue out at her when she countered, sarcastically, with, "since when?"
The Next Day
Janine
Although I know Drs. Venkman and Stantz had noticed my growing agitation with Egon's withdrawal from speaking to me after we finally had our first date; I felt extraordinarily uncomfortable asking them about it. During our dinner date on the roof and even the night before at the bar, my crush appeared to be immensely pleased with our growing affection for each other. The next workday, he avoided me again, and I was annoyed and even a little hurt. Luckily, Dr. V. came to me yesterday offering some advice and information, which was gold.
At seven in the evening, I bravely approached Dr. Spengler in the lab, and I fortified my courage before entering the room. Our exchange from the previous day was uncomfortable, and I wasn't sure how this would go. Luckily, Peter had gone to the movies with a date, and Ray watched a sports match at the bar.
"Hi," I greeted, sidling up next to Egon, who was writing on a notepad, furiously as he sat at a lab table.
He didn't look up until he finished his thought and then said, "hello," absentmindedly.
"How are you, Egon" I questioned pleasantly.
"Feeling defeated at the moment," he remarked, a frown appearing on his handsome long face as he tore the paper up and threw it in the trash can. Egon finally raised his head to meet my eye line with a thwarted look.
"You sound agitated," I responded cheerfully, "sounds like you need a break."
He grunted a response, so I took aggressive action. Egon's brown eyes met mine in absolute confusion and dismay as I took the pen out of his hand and his notepad away and placed them on another table.
"Would you give me fifteen minutes? I have missed talking with you, pretty please," I inquired, sweetly, treating him to a bright smile and batting my eyelashes at him.
"I need to solve this problem," he responded, wryly, gazing at me, perplexed.
"Let's go for a walk. It will help you focus better later on. Oh! There's a new ice cream place not far from here. We can try," I suggested excitedly.
"Mmm," he mumbled, eventually not giving me a direct answer. Then I tried to tempt him away from his work another way by walking behind him and massaging his shoulders.
"No wonder you are having trouble, Dr. Spengler. You are extremely tense; let me help you, please, darling," I whispered persuasively as I rubbed them a bit with a little pressure from my hands.
For the next five to ten minutes, I kneaded his taut neck, shoulder, and arms muscles, and he let out murmurs of contentment as I enjoyed feeling his warm flesh through his stiff starched shirt in my hands, grinning to myself.
"Ahhhh, that feels so wonderful, Janine. Thank you," he admitted slowly.
Mischievously, I couldn't cease myself from placing light kisses on the back of his neck and his ears, even though I really wanted to kiss his lips.
"Ohhh, that's even better," he moaned in delight.
"If you like that, turn around for the next surprise," I teased, seductively, in his ear.
Rapidly, Egon turned around in his chair to face me, which surprised me, with a raised eyebrow and a twinkle in his brown eyes. With the prettiest grin on my lips, I opened his legs up wide and moved in between them so I could put my arms around his neck. He immediately placed his hands on my hips as I fluttered my eyelashes at him, and I leaned in to give him a slow romantic kiss. I wished that it was hopeful for more to come and conveyed my growing feelings for him. As we snogged unremittingly, I pressed my eyelids together tightly as I crushed my breasts into his chest feeling electric shocks where our bodies touched. Our lips parted with a resounding smack much later as I opened my eyes to observe Egon's awe-struck face, and I giggled bashfully. I felt just as astounded by the passionate kiss as he did and murmured up to him, "Oh, I really adore kissing you, Egon."
He chuckled and then concluded smartly, "I think you may be telling me that it's been too long since we have kissed, and I agree heartily."
Beaming at him, I whispered, "how are you going to rectify the situation, darling?"
Egon's lips turned upwards into a genuinely happy grin when I used that term of endearment with him, although he did blush heavily.
"Too much," I questioned, uneasy.
"Uhm, no, I like it," he stammered, his face and neck turning red, "I like you, Janine. Very much."
"Well, I happen to like you very much, too," I remarked playfully, and he grinned toothlessly at me.
"Thankfully, or this would be really awkward," he joked with me back, pulling me in for an extended sensuous kiss. Next, Egon's right hand traveled upwards from my waist to my left breast for a quick yet light squeeze before going to the other one.
"Oh my, Egon," I responded when the kiss broke, feeling hot and aroused. Desperately, I wanted another kiss like that, and I exhaled slowly, giving him a sexy smile. His brilliant eyes glinted happily.
"That's how I feel around you," he confessed, slowly, " I want you to know that."
"Oh? Show me again," I requested coyly, wrapping my arms around his neck and sitting up on his lap to meet his eye line.
With a naughty expression on his face that gave me shivers down my spine, Egon recreated the action that was sending my body into overdrive.
"Oh yes," I groaned.
Next, he suggested that we leave the firehouse by whispering it seductively in my right ear. His words tickled my ears and made me simper. Slowly, I pulled back from him, let my arms drop from his neck, then shoulders and chest. Next, I withdrew my body from his warm one, keeping my hungry eyes on him the whole time.
"Why is everything you do sexy," he conceded with a low throaty groan and kissed my hand. Chuckling, I excused myself to go to the restroom.
"I'll be ready to go in three minutes," he answered, still holding onto my right hand playfully. Egon let it go gently, and I walked away.
"I feel like I have hardly had an opportunity to speak with you the past couple of weeks, " my favorite physicist added apologetically, with a half-smile when we were walking on the way to the new ice cream shop several minutes later. Egon held my hand in his snugly, and that made me feel happy.
"It's been a busy week," I agreed, enthusiastic about spending some time with him. Although I wanted to ask him why he ignored me since our first date, I held back for right now.
It was a cool fall night as we walked the crowded streets of NYC, and I was pleased that I brought my blue cardigan to wear as the wind picked up. As we walked to the restaurant, we chatted easily, and on occasion, Egon would kiss my hand gently as we stopped at a street corner for the red light with a group of people surrounding us.
"I have really missed talking to you," he revealed nervously.
"I feel the same way," I confessed, squeezing his hand. We smiled at each other as we waited for the light to change to green.
The light turned green, so we walked hand in hand across the street. We had two more blocks to go, and with the constant crowd of people around us, we strolled along the streets of Manhattan on a Saturday night where tree leaves were changing to oranges, browns, and dark reds. Finally, we crossed the last street before we made a left turn.
"Ok. Tell me the truth, did you come with me for the ice cream or to spend time with me," I asked, playfully, with a twinkle in my eyes, as we stood in a very long line that ran outside the new business.
"You may never know," he flirted, using his arms to bring me closer to him for a hug.
"Oh, are we flirting today, ?" I placed my hands on his chest as he rested his hands on my waist.
"I thought you said you liked it," he quizzed me, his brown eyes perplexed.
"I do," I replied, snuggling my body closer to him and putting my head on his chest, whispering, "don't overthink it, Egon."
He pulled back, looking into my eyes, then he chuckled throatily, "That's hard for me to do."
" I can aid you with that," I flirted, giving him a million-dollar grin.
Egon raised his right eyebrow at me in a question.
" I love when you give that look," I confessed, and Egon leaned closer to my face, lifting my chin with his hand, and gave me another amazing kiss. My body felt stimulated all over.
"Jesus, lady, can you all move up?" The man behind us asked impatiently. Our kiss ended when he interrupted us.
"There are fifteen people in front of us. The line isn't moving," Egon responded drily, turning around to face the annoyed man and grasping my hand, so we caught up with the family in front of us.
Giggling, I hugged him close to me again. Afterward, he responded huskily, in my left ear, "In all honesty. I wanted to spend time with you, Janine."
We embraced and canoodled happily as we waited in line, and I adored the way his arms felt around me. Finally, forty-five minutes later, we were almost at the front of the line and glancing at the menu.
"What looks good to you," I asked him as he studied the menu.
"Everything."
"Another reason why I chose this place. Me and ice cream, how could I go wrong? You were defenseless," I joked lovingly.
"You are sweeter than ice cream, " he commented, standing closely behind me with his arms around my waist.
"Peter said that Egon wasn't affectionate, but here he is kissing me and hugging me," I thought joyfully.
"And I don't melt," I quipped back.
"I relish your sense of humor," he whispered raspily in my right ear, then kissed my cheek.
I felt like I died and went to heaven.
"Pinch me," I requested.
"Why?"
"Please," I begged.
Softly, his fingers nipped the skin on my arm, and I turned around to gaze at him.
"Ok, I am still awake. I wanted to make sure I wasn't dreaming," I explained, standing on my tiptoes to kiss him.
"I'm the one who should be saying that," he replied gravely, and I saw his vulnerability in his eyes, so I hugged him tightly.
When it was time to order, I ordered some strawberry sherbet in a cup and Egon triple scoop chocolate in a cone.
"Twinkies and triple chocolate ice cream," I inquired, simpering as I observed my love going at his cone-like he hadn't had any sugar today. After we stepped out of the ice cream shop, he said, eventually, "Yes."
"May I ask why you were drinking on that Friday night at the bar? I thought you said you don't normally drink," I inquired curiously.
As we strolled leisurely towards Central Park, we ate our dessert.
"Oh, Uhm, I was vehemently..ahem.. livid about you going out with Bateman, jealous, " he remarked, clearing his throat.
I finished my spoonful of sherbert and gave him a bright smile.
"That was the point, Egon. I didn't care about him. I've been trying to catch YOUR attention for months without being frivolous," I replied softly and stopped walking to watch his reaction.
"I didn't know that until Peter told me in the Spring, but I still didn't believe him fully," he answered with a small smile on his lips. Then Egon kissed me tenderly quickly, and I ended up tasting some of his ice cream, so I simpered.
"Why didn't you believe him?"
"You are way out of my league, my angel. You are just so breathtaking and overall a fantastic ]," he divulged softly, making eye contact with me, and my heart melted. When Egon peered into my eyes like that, it felt like he was reading my soul, and it gave me shivers.
"Oh, that is so kind of you to say, Egon. Why didn't you say anything?"
"I couldn't. First, I had to discover why these feelings were arising suddenly. Especially because...Uhm... I bury...them... Then I was in denial of them, and eventually, I was just too enamored of you," he stated earnestly, taking a lick of his cone.
We continued to walk and talk when I asked him, "Where are we going? Your turn"
Egon pointed at Central Park in front of us, and we came across the lights that illuminated the area as we approached it. Nodding, I agreed. There was classical music coming from the area as there were often concerts in the park. I inquired as to the reason he hid his emotions, and my crush responded, awkwardly, "I like to be in control of things. It is part of being a scientist, I think. Venkman would disagree as he thinks I take it to an extreme."
Although I desired to question him more, I didn't want Egon to shut down, so I changed the subject. We kept on talking and finished eating our ice cream before we arrived at the famous park. Of course, everyone enjoyed the evening here too, so there weren't any benches to sit on.
"Are you opposed to sitting on the grass," he asked, with a sexy half-grin.
I shook my head and chose a spot by an oak tree. Egon sat with his back against it on the soft grass, and I kneeled next to him, then sat right by him. Our rear ends touched, so I snuggled up next to his body, putting my head on his shoulder. He put his arm around me tightly then glanced downwards at my lips with a sexy gaze. I lifted my face towards him until my lips met his soft lips, massaging each other as we continued to osculate for an extended period. As we kissed, our passion grew hotter and hotter.
"Ohh, that's great, darling, please don't stop," I moaned afterward, closing my eyes happily, enjoying the feeling of his precious lips on every inch of my face and on the side of the neck that he could reach. When Egon ended on my lips, I placed my arms around his waist and pulled him closer, kissing him back.
"Janine, I don't think you could stop me from kissing you, " he answered breathlessly afterward and started kissing the other side of my neck.
Egon
Janine and I spent most of Saturday night in Central Park under a hearty oak tree canoodling. She was right. It was just the thing that I needed. It surprised me that I didn't feel self-conscious about being so affectionate with Janine in public because normally, it made me feel like people were watching. With her by my side, I just didn't care.
Our kissing had rapidly upgraded to light groping each other's bodies over our clothing. Janine titillated me further by rubbing my chest, and when she let her hand slide down my stomach to my waist and just above my erection, I moaned her name. Janine wasn't done, though, as she felt the length of my penis and my balls up with her hand very lightly, teasingly, and it felt remarkable.
"Mmmm, nice, " she whispered sensually. Confidently, she spent some time admiring the large bulge that strained in my pants and rubbing her hand along it. Finally, Janine gave the tip of my penis a squeeze, and then with her eyes closed, she kissed me abruptly, increasing the fire that was already burning in my heart for her.
"Ohhh, my Angel," I groaned; while we were kissing, I opened my eyes to look at her with a satisfied smirk on her face, "you are very naughty."
"Not me," she feigned innocence, pulling back from me, sitting on her knees.
"Yes, you," I repeated, giving her an erotic stare at her body slowly that caused her to shiver visibly. Next, Janine laid down in front of me on her back of the soft grass and reached for my hand.
"You are aware that I can see down your shirt from here," I flirted. Fascinated, I glanced down her blouse and saw her two creamy breasts held up by a white bra with a floral design on them. Achingly, I longed to caress them.
"Ok, Dr. Spengler, you have peeked down my shirt long enough," she cooed, her blue eyes meeting mine as I gave her one more look down her shirt, then ordered, "come here, please."
Without speaking, I laid down next to her, and I snogged her enthusiastically. As I kissed her, I delicately advanced my left hand over her right breast, then rubbed it for a short time and pinched her nipple, delighting her. It felt so good.
"Mmmm," Janine moaned from the ground as we kissed, then she put my hand underneath her shirt for me to caress her silky skin. Overjoyed, I felt her wonderful skin and massaged her breasts, feeling a profuse desire to turn her on further.
We persisted in kissing and groping each other's bodies passionately in the park as an orchestra warmed up for a late evening performance in the background, providing the perfect soundtrack for our date. Eventually, we ceased making out breathlessly, and I laid next to her on my side, watching her face while feeling intoxicated. I enjoyed spending time with my Angel.
"Do you like classical music," I questioned her, randomly, as she caressed my face with her tiny right hand, making me feel giddy?
"Some Beethoven, Wagoner, Debussey, Vivaldi, and some others. My grandparents on my Mom's side would make us listen to it when we were at their house. At the time, I hated it, but I've grown to appreciate it. It helps me relax and sometimes sleep," Janine answered.
"I like those pianists too," I said absentmindedly, running my hand through her smooth reddish-brown hair, and she pulled me down to kiss again. We spent the rest of the evening in the park in each other's arms until the orchestra stopped playing at eleven in the evening. Afterward, we jumped on a subway to Brooklyn, so I know she made it safely home.
"You are an angel, Janine, and I know I don't deserve you in my life," I admitted quietly, feeling goosebumps on my arms as I held on to her at the subway station nearest to her apartment. I felt very vulnerable suddenly.
"Isn't that my decision, Dr. Spengler," she purred joyfully while gazing at me with admiration. I gently placed a tender kiss on her forehead.
"Mmm, yes, you are right," I agreed, staring at her appreciatively.
"Now kiss me goodnight before I turn into a pumpkin," Janine requested coyly.
The Next Morning
"How was your date," Ray asked Venkman the next morning, with a smile.
"No complaints, did you see the game? Who won," Peter responded.
My business partners discussed the game as I worked on a sketch for another device quietly. Janine was right; I was able to focus once I relaxed.
"Guess who went on a date with our lovely secretary/computer systems major last night," Ray inquired of Peter, chuckling.
"You dog," he replied, grinning, "taking my advice finally?"
" Wow, Iggy is speechless! What did you two end up doing," Ray asked, unable to hide his amazement while I stayed quiet but happy.
"Before she left for the evening, Janine asked me if I wanted to eat ice cream, and then we sat in Central Park listening to a free concert," I replied, a matter of factly, after a few moments.
"Have fun," Venkman probed, waiting for more information, but I wasn't going to give him any.
Nodding, I kept on sketching, trying to stay focused.
"Yep, Spengler came back with grass stains on his clothes and lipstick on his collar," Ray joked," he had a perfect time."
Rolling my eyes, I didn't comment as I thought about my entertaining time with an angel. Later, I solved the problem plaguing me the day prior, but that was her's magic on me. I recalled the lyrics of "Abracadabra" again- "I heat up, I can't cool down/My situation goes 'round and 'round/I heat up, I can't cool down/My situation goes 'round and 'round/ I heat up, I can't cool /down/My situation goes 'round and 'round/."