Chapter 6:

The Bedroom Dance

Dec 5,6,7 2000

As they made to her bedroom Janine smiled. She knew what Egon was thinking. Egon softly put her on the bed. She didn't want to let go of him. Peter thought this was great. He loved every minute of it. Egon sat down at the end of Janine's bed. She sat up.

"I…" she stuttered. He slowly came closer and kissed her again.

"Yes. What is it?" he said in her ear.

"Oh nothing." She laid her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes. She thought this was all a dream. He held her closer to him. He wanted to go further with her but was hesitant. She opened her eyes and felt the tenseness in his arms.

"What's wrong?" she was concerned that she did something to upset him.

"I….I've been wanting you," he whispered without holding back his strong voice of nervousness.

"And I've been waiting for you all these years." She pulled him closer. Like that was even possible. He took her glasses off as she reached for his.

"Let me relax those tensed shoulders of yours." She answered as she played with his tie until she got it lose. She slowly unbuttoned his shirt. He just kept kissing her neck. She turned him around and made him sit in front of her. She massaged his shoulders as he leaned his head back into her. "I know that's much better." As she could fell the muscles relax under her touch. He closed his eyes and sighed softly. He couldn't remember how long ago he really let anyone do his shoulders like this. She seemed to have that right touch. He got a wild instant he couldn't control. He got up abruptly. Janine thought he was going to leave for sure. He pushed her backwards in the midst of a passionate kiss. She felt his naked upper body press against her. She was surprised how strong he really was. His body was heavy but she didn't care she was finally having what she got only in her daydreams. He slowly ventured down the fabric of her cloths. It wrinkled under his fingers; he put his hands around her and pulled her back up. She put her hands tightly around his neck. He slowly started unbuttoning her blouse while she licked his face like a cat. She felt the warmth of his skin getting hotter by the minute. His lips ventured downs towards her breast, he kisses them softly. She moaned as she played in his hair. It was soft just like Egon was. His lips journeyed back up to hers. His tongue entered her mouth, this time going deeper and deeper. He was now completely over her on the bed. She loved every minute of it. She wanted more from him. Much more. She slid her hands down his back and then back up. Sweat was dripping off him, which awakened more feeling inside her. He slowly slid his hands under her to lift her up. He kissed her slowly; she didn't want to let of his tongue. Her hands ventured down to his crouch. She felt warmness and a stinging sensation that shook at every nerve of her body for being at the forbidden area of her man. Yes her man! As she touched it though the fabric of his pants, he moaned in pleasure. She came to a halt thinking she hurt him. She never heard him moan so loud. He stopped and looked at her with a question mark on his face.

"Please more, " As he leaned into her holding his hands around her neck. She lightly rubbed it with her fingertips. He moaned again. "Oh…. Oh yeah right there." He let out. It made him feel so good. She looked up at him noticing that he had closed his eyes. It felt good to be rubbed up and down. When she stopped again he opened his eyes in surprise. She looked back not recognizing Egon at all. There was a fire burning in his eyes. He was losing control with every minute that passed. He lounged for her neck again.

"Don't stop…" he whispered in her ear. His voice was full of an everlasting urge.

"Do you want too?" she asked more to herself because she was unsure that she should go this far on her first date with him. He didn't answer her. He kissed her lips again.

"Is it to soon?" he muttered.

"Well, no!" she whispered as she leaned close to him and kissed his neck.

"Let's go for it." Peter was shocked at what he was witnessing. He closed his eyes. "I better not watch the rest of this." He said to himself even though he wanted to. I could never live with what I saw. It would eat at me until I had to tell Egon the truth. I don't want to tell him that I had watched him make love to her. Janine fumbled with the zipper of his pants. He could tell she was trembling so he put his hand on top of hers to help her. He pulled down his trousers leaving him in his white boxer shorts with pink hearts on them. She giggled at that. He saw no humor in it. He blushed though. She kissed him as her hand played with his crouch. He felt like he was melting on the inside. He laid her down flat and rested his hand on her stomach. He sat beside her now rubbing and licking her. His hands went up and down her thighs, and under her skirt. She leaned up and kissed his lips. Before she knew it, her hands were down his boxers. She touched him softly just as he was soft with her. He tried to concentrate on kissing her but her genital touch was driving him insane. He moaned. "Oh, bother." Peter mumble. "How long is this going to go on?" he asked himself. Egon moved up her skirt again and slowly slid her silky underwear off. Janine wanted him more and more. He wanted it too. He slowly slid his hand around in the most intimate part of her womanhood and she moaned with his every move. She closed her eyes. He rubbed her gently making her want more. He knew that this is what she wanted from him. She kissed him hard on the lips. The next moment she felt something inside her, it made its entrance with warmth and stinging power. She thought it was his fingers but it couldn't be for they were around her neck.. She had a sensation of pleasure aroused in her. She could feel him going deeper inside her. He went slowly driving his penis deeper and deeper as she let out moans. She closed her eyes and kissed his hands. When he went to far, she bit his hand. He held the position and waited for his signal to get to continue. She kissed his lips letting him know he could continue filling her. For her sake, he took it nice and slow. She noticed it was a problem for him and that was not the way he wanted to do it. He went in and out of her as he kissed her lips and neck. She moaned the whole time.

"Oh, yes!" she called. He just smiled at her. She rubbed her hands up and down his back. Don't stop, please don't stop, she said in her mind, seemingly he heard her pleas and quickened his strokes. He even grunted once to her surprise. He pinned her wrist on each side of her head and leaned on them to keep his position. He couldn't get enough of her and the sensation he was feeling—it was driving him crazy. She squeezed his penis with her body and he thought he must be growing inside her. They moved together over and over. Egon was pleased and he knew that it pleased her. With a deep grunt he let go of her. He lay on top of her. He could hardly keep his eyes open. He couldn't figure out why though, why was it that being with the women of his dreams made him tried? He could not explain that but he loved it. She held him tight against her body and kissed him slightly as if to say "Thank you." His eyes remained closed, seemingly by a mysterious force. Their bodies were gloriously naked now. Arms and legs intertwined. Sweat covered their bodies, skin slick and luminous. He rolled over and almost off the bed. He sighed. Her hunt for him was over; he had accepted her and she loved that. All the pleasures faded from her but she knew they could come back if they did it again. She felt like a new women. She got up and put her gown on.

He put his hands around her to hold her. He didn't want this to ever end. He needed this love. It had been to long since he had this feeling inside of him. It felt so right. She crawled closer up next to him and dosed off. He kissed her hair as he yawned. Soon he fell a sleep as well. Peter awoke due to the quietness and his stinging hand. For it had falling a sleep on him. He looked down at them, who were now wrapped up in the sheets and smiled. "Way to go Egon." He said under his breath. Peter rolled over and went back to sleep.

Hours later:

A cold chill hit Egon. "Burr." He called out.

"What's wrong Egon?"

"It's cold in here. That's all." He looked around the blurry purple room in search for his glasses so he could see again. He found them next to his cloths. He put them on and looked back at Janine, who was still sleeping softly. She opened her eyes and just smiled at him. He looked down at his watch.

"Wow! Look what time it is. The guys are probably worried about me." He got up and stretched.

"You mean it's morning already?"

"Yeah, it's almost 8A.M."

"I'm supposed to be at work at 8."

"Don't worry I'll cover you."

"Jeeze. Thanks Egon." A pause as she kissed him on the lips "and thanks for last night. I needed that."

"We must keep us a secret." She loved that idea. Just the two of them would know. Well that's what they thought. They didn't think they where being followed. Janine got up to go to the kitchen to get some coffee.

"Want any coffee?"

"Well, it couldn't hurt. I'm going to take a shower ok?"

"Sure down the hall." She pointed. Peter knew that it was time for him to go. He climbed slowly, making sure not to make a sound, out of the vent. He got a taxi. The front of the firehouse was locked; he had to go to the back. Someone must have remembered to keep it unlocked this time. He opened the door and it squeaked. Great someone's got to hear me with all that noise. He heard shuffling in the kitchen. It was Ray. He came down stairs and saw Peter.

"Good morning Peter."

"Yeah, I need a nap."

"Where's Egon and Janine?"

"Well," he couldn't tell Ray that they were together. "Egon is on his way but Janine," a pause as he scratched his head, "I don't have a clue." He went upstairs to change before they got back.