(A/N): Hope you guys are enjoying this story so far. This chapter is going to be good!.
Chapter 4: Should We Open It?
"Man, I still can not believe that I am actually holding an actual ghost trap of the Ghostbusters. Man if only I knew that the Dirt Farmer was Egon Spengler, I would go, full fan geek," said John, holding the trap in his hands with excitement in his voice.
Phoebe took her nose out of her book and looked at her boyfriend. "I'm sorry."
John broke his attention from the cold trap and looked at his girlfriend with an eyebrow raised with a look of confusion. "You're sorry?. Sorry for what Phoebe?."
John and Phoebe were currently in her room on the bed and in their bedtime attire. Phoebe wearing her white t-shirt with a pair of grey jogging pants and short white socks. Thanks to his mom dropping off some staying overnight clothes, John had on his full matching Ghostbusters-themed pajamas. Which is a blue t-shirt with the Ghostbusters logo a set of long pajama pants and pair of socks. The two had ordered and shared their usual fresh spinach and tomato alfredo pizza from Papa John's while watching a movie on her laptop.
From that time till nighttime, Phoebe is starting to feel bad about herself toward her boyfriend. All those years of doubting John she was proven wrong today. Much less did not expect to be blood-related to one of the members of the group that John loves deeply.
"Oh, that." John comprehends what Phoebe is trying to apologize for and brushed it off. "That is okay, Phoebe. Seeing is believing. That is as the old saying goes."
Phoebe slightly frowned a little bit with a head shake. "No. I'm your girlfriend. I am supposed to support and believed you. But I did not do so. I'm the worst."
"Awww, baby, please get out of your pity party." John got up from the bed and set the ghost trap on the dresser before looking at his beloved girlfriend with a look of compassion. "I'm not going to hold you responsible for not believing in both paranormal and the Ghostbusters itself. Besides, I love you regardless Twinkie Girl."
This put a small smile on Phoebe's face. Even though she is in the wrong, John will forgive her and water under the bridge it as if it never happened. That is one of the traits of John that Phoebe falls over heels for. So she agreed to let her guilt go and resumed back to reading her book. The book jacket that covers the book was a front from the actual cover and the genre of the book itself. The book that Phoebe had purchased and ordered from theAmazon shopping app on her phone is none other than the book called Sex for Dummies.
Yes, sir, Phoebe had the mindset of taking their relationship to the next level. She of course been told about the good old 'Birds and the Bees' from her mom. Since then, Phoebe started going further into her study of sex and wanted to make the first time special. Phoebe wanted to please John in bed. The same way that John pleased her through her outstanding incredible foot massage. And speaking of a foot massage.
"John?." Phoebe closed her secret book and set it on her nightstand.
"Yes?." John chewed a piece of his pizza crust when talking.
Phoebe adjusted her glasses while having a naughty smirk on her face. She put her left foot up in the air and wiggled her toes.
"Could you be a loving boyfriend and give me a full feet rub?. My soles are longing for your medical hands right now," informed Phoebe.
John saw this with a smirk at seeing his autistic girlfriend like this. "Oh, really now?. How long have this condition been lacking the meds?."
"A whole year now," said Phoebe, roleplaying. "My treatment is long overdue."
"Well have no fear, Miss Phoebe." John cracked and stretched his fingers while approaching her. "Dr. John is available to give you your medication on your aching sweaty soles."
John set down on the bed and had both of Phoebe's feet on his lap. The first thing that John did was to remove Phoebe's white socks from her feet. Then he took the moment to smell the funk off her socks to her delight and giggle since that is what John always does when rubbing her soles. Next, after sniffing the funk clean off from her socks and laying them down on the edge of the bed, he then started putting both of his hands all over her left foot. Using only his fingers, John went to work on massaging Phoebe's foot.
Putting in some muscle and pressure he rubbed the ball of her foot with ease while taking the time to stretch and spread her toes to get the circulation going in that area. Phoebe lean back into her pillow and relaxed with a sigh of relief. The massage itself is just so wonderful to Phoebe until she tensed up a bit when John work his way to her arch and really got to work.
"Did you know that the arch of the foot is a sensitive part of the foot other than the heel?." informed John, as he took his time feeling the arch muscle of his girlfriend's foot.
"I have no idea," responded Phoebe, as she was too distracted by her massage.
"Well, you already know that my mom is a licensed podiatric doctor." John gently stretched her foot and resumed rubbing. "She basically taught me a few things about the foot. She thinks her profession would be a good safe fit for me as a career other than being a sheriff like my Dad."
"To be honest." Phoebe remained laying down with her eyes closed. "I truly do not see you as either a foot doctor or an officer of the law. I just can not see it at all."
"Same." John went to work on the right foot after finishing rubbing her left heel.
"You already know my issue since you and I are on the same ship." Phoebe opened her eyes and lifted herself up and had both hands behind her for support. "We have no conclusion as to what professional occupation we are striving to have in life. And you and I are smart and skilled of all things."
"True." John focused his rubbing. "Something that screams a true calling for us both. But what?."
John took his attention toward the ghost trap and had a wild exciting feeling about the idea that he and Phoebe can do for a living. As a matter of fact, it is exactly the type of profession that he himself, Phoebe, and Podcast can take and enjoy without any regrets none whatsoever. Phoebe was too much enjoying the massage to suggest any occupation options. So much that it made her go right to sleep and quietly snore. John can hear his girlfriend's adorable snoring and stopped rubbing her feet.
Looking at how downright cute Phoebe looked when sleeping just makes John so happy and very grateful to have her in his life. Looking back down at her relaxed feet he lifted her right foot and took a good whiff of her foot aroma. Before the two transitioned from childhood best friends to girlfriend and boyfriend, John had developed podophilia for Phoebe's feet. His hypothesis of it was his first strange stage of falling in love with Phoebe. Enjoying every inch of her feet with sniffing and sucking each of her toes in sweet delight.
"I am a sick sucker for your soles, Twinkie Girl." John set her feet down and got up from the bed.
He removed her glasses and placed them on the nightstand. Then he put Phoebe underneath the covers to prevent her from catching a cold before joining her. Turning off the light from the lamp, John kissed her good night and dosed right into a deep sleep. As the morning arrived with the sun beaming and the roosters crocking, the two woke up and kissed each other good morning before getting ready for the day. The two took turns sharing the bathroom to wash up before using the bathroom together to brush their teeth.
Then the two got into wearing the clothes that they planned on wearing today. During that moment, John placed the old ghost trap into his black backpack and exited the house with Phoebe. Phoebe handed him two warm strawberry poptarts for breakfast as she too had hers.
"Where is Trevor?." John asked before taking a bite of his pop tart.
"He is in the car garage trying to fix that old beat-up car. Wanna go see it before going to summer school?." Phoebe looked at John before taking another bite of her breakfast.
John gave it a good thought but not too much thought due to his mind still in the process of waking up. He shrugged it off and said no and wanted to be surprised about it later. Phoebe let it be as she and John walked onto the street. John showed Phoebe a much better route to reach the school as the two headed in the direction that will take them straight into the school. Upon arriving after embracing the vibration of the random earthquake the two met up with Podcast in the back of the room.
"Podcast we have a cool thing to show you." John grinned as he gently set his bookbag down on the desk.
"Man, I love the sound of that." Podcast looked at what John is about to pull out.
Phoebe rested her chin on her right hand as she too watched her boyfriend and still can not believe what happened last night. Much less John being right all along about the paranormal. But she did not expect to be blood-related to one of the members of the Ghostbusters themselves.
"Tada. Feast your eyes on this baby." John set the ghost trap down with a huge grin.
Podcast eyes lits up at what he is seeing on the table. He looked at the ghost trap before looking back at his best friends.
"Is this a prop or legit?." Podcast questioned and held his hope.
"Legit." said both John and Phoebe.
"Podcast this is the actual ghost trap of the Ghostbusters. Plus, get this." John grinned and pointed at Phoebe. "My girlfriend is the granddaughter of Egon Spengler."
Podcast gasped in shock. "No freaking way. You serious?."
"I'm afraid this is not the complete opposite of a serious, Podcast. John is right." Phoebe eyed the ghost trap plainly. "All the things about the Ghostbusters are true."
"Not want to brag but I never doubted anything about the Ghostbusters. Man, it finally pays off," added John, looking at the trap real good.
John's mind had finally fully awake and started to connect the dots of the situation. For one, Egon left the beautiful city that is New York for Summerville and then hid this ghost trap from sight. Away from someone or something paranormal-related. Let alone this town having one of Shandor's handy work of his mining company. A mining company that so happens to have a carved wall that represents the infamous Sumerian deity and his two minions. Things were starting to make sense to John as he will have to talk to the dead Ghostbuster again to get the legit conclusion.
During another VHS video watching in class which is easily ignored, John watched Podcast and Phoebe try to attempt to open the trap but failed amusingly. John should have told them that the ghost trap double lids are closed too tight and indestructible to be opened by anything, other than an aggressive or higher class ghosts. But it was too funny for him to see them try. He watched Podcast grab a medium-sized ruler and used it to try opening the trap. Podcast put some effort into opening the trap's lids but ended up snapping the poor ruler in half.
Little did the three know, Grooberson caught sight of what they had as he was looking at his magazine. When laying eyes on the old device the man put his feet off his desk and lay his magazine down before approaching them.
"Yo, killer replica, John." Grooberson picked up the trap and examined it.
John chuckled. "It is not a replica ghost trap, Mr. Grooberson. I should know because I have a ghost trap replica at home. That what you are holding is the official ghost trap of the Ghostbusters."
Grooberson stopped examining the box and looked back at his prized student in shock. "Say what?. This is not a replica?. This is an actual ghost trap?. How on earth did you three obtain an actual Ghostbusters ghost trap?."
"Easy." John wrapped his arm around Phoebe. "It came from my baby's house. The Dirt Farmers house."
Grooberson's eyes grew wide. "Shut up. For real?."
"For Real-For Real, Mr. Grooberson," said Podcast.
John nudged Phoebe to say something to add.
"My grandfather is one of the Ghostbusters. His Egon Spengler," said Phoebe.
Upon hearing the name Egon Spengler, the ghost trap started to light up green inside of the trap. John, Phoebe, and Podcast saw the same thing as Grooberson. Something was trying to come out from inside the trap but can do so to its frustration as it pulled itself back inside. This shocked Grooberson as he dropped the ghost trap down.
John could have sworn that he had heard a beastly growl coming from the trap when the green light pulled back inside. That concerned the black preteen when connecting the dots to what he had in thought. He had a sudden theory. Whatever is inside the trap might be the cause of the sudden random earthquakes. He just needed more proof is all.
"You...You guys did see that right?." Grooberson asked.
"Yeah, we did," said Podcast. "It was off the hook."
"I wish that was nothing but a light show. But it is not, unfortunately." sighed Phoebe, when grabbing the trap to look at it a bit more in examining.
John smiled. "It looks like it is time for me to school you three. After a day of summer school."
All three did not raise a debate or refusal as they are going to need an expert in the paranormal to educate them. Starting with a history lesson. After the day of summer school was over and a kick start of the weekend, the four stayed inside the classroom while everyone else except for the custodian left. John unplugged and grabbed a laptop from the multi-device charging cart and set it down on the table. Next, he opened and signed in as a guest before clicking the Youtube app. Once there he pulled up the 1984 incident and pressed play.
"Man, back in that time it was like the actual walking dead," commented Grooberson watching the video.
"It was more of a Michael Jackson's Thriller that came to life." John eyed the screen. "The people were in uproar and panic in New York. No one knows or has the slightest idea of what was happening or going on. Some claimed it was the apocalypse itself. What was worst was a large dark cloud began forming all around the area."
"That sounds like a nightmare," commented Phoebe, having her focus on the screen.
The screen on the laptop started showing the Ecto-1 pulling up along with its classic sirens.
"Yeah, and that is when it all changed when they showed up." Mr. Grooberson had a look and sound of enthusiasm. "The Ghostbusters. It took them that day to end the conflict. They fired their proton accelerators and blew the roof off the apartment building they were in."
"Yeah, that is because they crossed the streams. And actually, they were literally on the roof." John corrected the man.
"What is crossing the streams?." asked Phoebe, looking at her boyfriend with interest.
John sat down beside Phoebe and pulled her close to him while watching the old video clip. "Crossing the streams is a combined stream from each Ghostbuster or crossing past each other streams in the same exact direction. You see try to imagine all life as you know it stopping instantaneously and every molecule in your body exploding at the speed of light.Meaning that after the flow of supercharged energy flows out to the target it will flow right back to the users. With my official calculations of physical science, having that crossed stream flow return back on you will sting like a motherfucker."
"No shit." Podcast had his eyes glued to the screen. "I'm super definitely believing everything you said, John. The Ghostbusters are some bad motherfuckers."
"You got the right." Mr. Grooberson agreed with that before another video pulled up.
The next clip showed the Ghostbusters actually using the Stature of Liberty to get the people of New York hyped to produce positive energy in order to break through the slimed covered building. Which is right after they tried to break through it with their proton weapon. John then showed his girlfriend, Podcast, and Grooberson both clips from 1991 when the Stay Puff Marshmallow Man returned to lay destruction in New York once again, plus, showing the wild haunting of the Macy's Thanksgiving parade.
"Did you even know that your grandfather was a Ghostbuster at all, Phoebe?." Mr. Grooberson asked when looking at her.
Phoebe shook her head. "My mom did not tell me or my brother much about my grandfather. We just inherited his farmhouse. I only know about this yesterday from John. It is so hard to believe all of this."
"Seeing is believing is what they all say," said Podcast, still watching the video.
"So your Dad did not mention any of this to you?." asked Grooberson, looking for the right answer.
"Oh, do not say the D word, Gary." John looked at his favorite teacher playfully while still having Phoebe close to him. "Her and Trevor's father are not in the picture. Once Ms. Callie told the guy she is pregnant with Phoebe, the guy up and left her and Trevor to who knows where. He pulled that 'I'm Going Out To Buy A Pack Of Cigarettes' routine bullshit in the early morning. Sorry baby. Did not mean to put your family's personal business out there."
"You know you did not hurt my feelings anyway John." Phoebe looked at John. "You were right. My so-called Dad has made me and Trevor become bastard kids. But I do look up to your dad as a father figure."
"Ah, tough break, kiddo," said Grooberson, who is secretly glad to hear since he is starting to have the hots for her mom.
Mr. Grooberson looked at the ghost trap and picked it back up once more. "Ah, man, this tech is so priceless. I bet there is an actual ghost inside."
Podcast had an idea enter his head as he had a mischievous look on his face. "Should we open it?."
This had got Grooberson's attention big time when hearing that suggestion. Phoebe too is interested in what was in the trap that made her grandfather hide away from plain sight. John on the other hand is the opposite.
"Are you guys on serious crystal meth?." John let go of Phoebe and had that 'Oh, Heck No' look on his face. "There is no telling what type of classed ghost or ghosts we are dealing with here. There is probably a good reason why Egon put it in a secret cubby space inside the floor."
"Such as?." Podcast leaned in to hear it.
"Geez, let me think...oh, yeah, probably preventing the end of the world by keeping whatever that is in the ghost trap box. Sorry, but I am not taking any chances at all and I am being real. No Cap." said John, explaining his explanation.
Phoebe however knows a perfect way to coax John into doing this. The thing that she has been reading and wanting to do with him. She leaned closer to John before whispering something secretly into his ear.
"If you agree and are willing to go along with us in opening this trap, I will give you a special surprise in my bedroom. Something that I was holding on to for the right moment and time." coaxed Phoebe.
This have piqued John's interest as he looked at Phoebe. "Which is?."
Phoebe smirked at this and leaned closer to prevent Grooberson and Podcast from hearing. "Let's just say that it is going to make you feel really and truly good. I am not going to share any more details on it. And you are not going to get it tonight if you don't be a good boy and help us open this trap. So what do you say, Ghost Head?."
John got tempted by what Phoebe just told him. Just the idea of a secret special surprise from her sounded way too good to ignore or go around it. He knows he has to make the decision right here and right now. All three waited for his response. Again, John is more interested in what his girlfriend has in store for him than being able to refuse into unleashing whatever is trapped inside.
John sighed while rubbing his hair. "I sure hope that Slimer is in this ghost trap."
"Yes!."Podcast cheered at his best friend's response.
"Cool beans." Mr. Grooberson picked up the ghost trap. "So, John, how do we crack this bad boy open?."
John informed the three that they need a pair of jumper cables and need to use a bus battery to fire up the ghost trap. He told them that this will not recharge the trap since the device itself is complicated but will give it a jumpstart. Enough to open the trap and let loose to whatever ghost or ghosts inside. Mr. Grooberson took the liberty of handing them a pair of safety goggles in case of any sudden eye damage in the process.
"Is this accurately safe?." Phoebe asked Grooberson when putting her goggles shades on.
"Moving quickly during a fire drill is accurately safe," Grooberson answered while placing the jumper cable attachment on the trap to where John told him to place them. "This however is a whole other level of not so sure."
"We are going to stand back when opening the trap. Too bad we do not have a regular proton pack or the multi-purpose proton pack on us in case things starts to jump off. Ready, Podcast?." John asked his best friend while guiding Phoebe away from the trap and getting in between the buses.
Podcast was in the bus driver's seat with his foot on the pedal and is excited to get the fun on the road. "Aye, Aye, John."
"Turn on the engine and push the gas pedal," John told him when eyeing the trap.
Podcast turned the engine on and pumped the gas pedal. When doing so a spark of electricity was surrounding itself all over the ghost trap. Grooberson approached the trap open pad and step on. Nothing happened. He looked at John at what to do next.
"It's old." John looked at the old cable trap pad that is connected to the trap. "Let's try tapping on it. I call..."
"Dibs." Mr. Grooberson beats John to the punch as he carefully approached the jump-started trap. Carefully with caution, he reached his hand out and slightly tapped the lids of the trap.
When doing so suddenly the ghost that was inside the trap popped out with rage as the entity was beast-like and scary. It scared Grooberson to the point he hit the ground. Then the cloudy-like ghost zoomed out as quickly as possible and left destruction behind it.
"Phoebe!." John quickly Phoebe down and used his body to cover her from the multiple shattered glasses from the multiple windows of the two buses.
"Wow!." commented Podcast.
Once things calmed down once the ghost left the area without a trace the four managed to relax. They looked at their surroundings of destruction as alarms were off and glass pieces were everywhere on the ground. Phoebe is now an official believer in the paranormal and the Ghostbusters entirely. As for John, he has a terrible feeling that the ghost they unleashed was not a typical regular ghost. He just does that he is wrong.
"Well, it is official, Phoebe." Podcast smiled big at her. "Your grandfather is a Ghostbuster. It is a good thing that I did not bet against you, John. I will be in debt."
John nodded when done looking at the damage the ghost caused. "Well, you are not wrong about that one, Podcast."
"Okay, you three we need to bounce before anyone sees us. But mostly me," said Grooberson, removing the jumper cables from the trap.
"Wait, you are a teacher." Phoebe pointed out.
"Yeah, that is true. But..." Grooberson looked at the teen with worry. "I have a lot of strikes on me as it is and this one will get me fired. I'm not taking any chances of anyone finding and holding me responsible for this."
"Do not worry about us Mr. Grooberson. We will not snitch. If you snitch in New York you will get stitches." said John, grabbing the empty ghost trap and looking at Phoebe. "I'm taking the trap back home with me. I am going to fix and upgrade this baby to the modern age."
"Okay, John," said Phoebe, not going to raise a complaint or argue.
As soon as they left the bus parking lot and got into Grooberson's car who had suffered greatly since the ghost trap was on his hood when the whole thing happened. Which resulted in having his front window shattered and bringing the wind in their faces. They drove to Walmart at John's request so he can get the family-sized twinkies that he promised ghost Egon. John and Phoebe sat in the back holding hands while letting Podcast seat in the front with Mr. Grooberson. It was a quiet drive, to say the least since after what had happened minutes ago.
They reached the old farmhouse and exited the car. Phoebe used her key to open the door and let herself, John, and the others in. However, John's phone beeped a text and read the message. A message from Egon.
"Bring the box to me and we can enjoy them together. Go to the small shack and slide down on the pole. I will be waiting."
"Sweet." John looked at the front door and then at the bag in his hand. "One of my heroes comes first."
John did what Egon had instructed him to do as went to find the small shack. He walked and see a rusty-lined power generator. Curious about the thing but put a pin in it and resumed his search. John found the old rusty shack and opened its door. He entered and saw the pole before closing the door behind him.
"Cool a fire station pole," John said when approaching the pole and sliding down.
To his surprise, it was a secret workshop filled with everything that the Ghostbusters owned or found. John recognized every object that the Ghostbusters found in 1991. He would be here forever looking and touching the things and going full fan mode. But that is put on hold when a certain old figure appeared from thin air. John's eyes grew wide at who is seeing in person.
"Egon Spengler!." John is filled with high enthusiasm.
Egon who had a grey beard and grey hair looked at the black teen with a warm smile on his face.
John looked at his phone and saw the text from the man.
"It is nice to meet you, John. Come seat and open the box."
"Right away sir." John walked and sat at the table.
Next, he pulled out the family-sized box of twinkies and took a few out. He pushed some toward ghost Egon who had opened and taken a bite. John did the same with his and just could not believe he is eating cream-filled yellow cake with the brains of the Ghostbusters.
"So why can you not talk to me directly anyway, Egon?." John asked with his mouthful.
Ghost Egon used his ecto energy and texted his thoughts to John's phone. John looked at the screen of his phone.
"I'm still trying to work out the bugs with being a ghost. Turns out it is not easy than it looks."
"Oh, okay. So...why on earth did you leave New York for Summerville anyway?." John opened his second twinkie.
Ghost Egon texted John once more. "It is pretty obvious don't you think?. I mean you did your research on this town, myself, and the other Ghostbusters."
John's eyes grew wide in shock. "You mean to tell me that Gozer is trying to return to our world for the third time?. But that is impossible. Unless..."
"Unless that Gozer has discovered Shandor's original worshiping structure and used it as a gateway route. From what I figured he is gathering all the ghosts that are loyal to him to charge up the door entrance to our world. Creating enough P.K.E energy to be able to regain a second chance." Ghost Egon said through texting.
"But how?." John wipes the cream off his mouth. "If Gozer renters our world he will retake the form as Stay Puff. You and I both know that one dimension is for one destructor form."
Ghost Egon nodded. "I am very impressed with how you gained accurate knowledge about Gozer. However, after reading the Gozerian Codex, Gozer is able to take the form of Stay Puff based on the door he entered from Shandor's Apartments. Meaning that Gozer has a second chance at being back to his current state when he first came here. He is going to do so here in Summerville."
"Oh, boy. And we just released one of his minions too." John said with disappointment. "Shit."
"Easy on the language. But I know it was going to happen with or without your and Phoebe's interference. The battery in the trap is too old and was going to lose power to maintain the Keymaster." texted Ghost Egon.
John nodded when getting up to have a look around the place. Ghost Egon watched this while seeing the moving disco music playing processed bell-bottom hippie jeans follow John. John was not scared of the pants since he dig research on it and liked the funky beats it is displaying. He found his way to the extra-large thing that is covered in a thick white fabric cloth. John did not need to ask for permission as he grabbed the cloth and pulled it off the object. To his surprise, it was none other than the processed painting. The painting of Vigo the Carpathian.
"Ah, fresh air at last." Vigo looked at John. "Thank you, young man. I thought that I will never get that darn cloth off of me."
"You are Vigo the Carpathian. You are the 16th/17th-century medieval tyrant, and an oppressive and bloodthirsty sorcerer," said John, knowing the full information about the ghost.
"Ah, It would seem that my legacy has not been forgotten in the last few decades. I'm very pleased by this," spoke Vigo.
John looked back at Ghost Egon with a look of interest on his face. "I'm surprised that Vigo did not try to do anything all these ago."
Ghost Egon nodded in agreement and texted the explanation. "After the events and gaining the power of the Mood Slime, Vigo is pulled back from being a class 7 to his original class 4. Since then he somehow reprocessed his painting and forever stuck there."
John read the text before looking back at Vigo. "Well, I theorize that he is hiding some secret ectoplasm energy without us even knowing it."
"Yes, you just keep on thinking that, boy. It humors me," said Vigo.
John ignored what the Carpathian said before continue talking more with Egon. He basically shared everything about his life, having an interest in the paranormal, and learning everything about the Ghostbusters and their gear like the back of his hand. Egon loved everything about John and sees him more as a Ghostbuster than a fan. The two said their goodbyes and Egon informed John of the next move is come later. John took the steps that take him out of the basement and closed the double doors behind him.
"Damn, it is nighttime." John looked at the night sky. "Man, me and Egon been talking more than a minute."
John made his way into the house to find Trevor and Callie watching basic tv. They noticed him there.
"Hey, Phoebe and Podcast have been looking all over for you," said Callie, taking a bite of her apple.
"Oh, really?." John crossed his arms and smiled. "I hope you guys did not report a missing person's report on me."
"Nonsense." Trevor relaxed in the armchair. "It is not easy to have you missing since this is Summerville and not New York."
"True. You guys do not mind having me stay again for the night do you?." John asked.
"Not at all. Your Mom told me that she and your Dad are going out for dinner. Plus, she packed an extra set of clothes for you anyway." said Callie.
"Cool. Good night." John walked away and headed for Phoebe's room.
"Good night." said both Callie and Trevor.
John made his way to Phoebe's room assuming that she is reading her book as such. But when entering he did not see her in her room. Instead, he sees the lamp on and her book on the bed. Curious, John approached the book and picked it up. When doing so the flap of the dust jacket is loose in the front. John was about to fix it until looking at the original cover. He stopped when reading what the book actually is and was surprised to see it.
"This is not a Sleeping Hollow book." John removed the dust jacket. "It is a How to Have Sex for Dummies book. No shit?."
"I shit you not, John."
John froze still when hearing the voice behind him. He turned to see Phoebe standing in the doorway innocently before shutting and locking the door. Phoebe looked at her boyfriend blushing big at being caught by John.
"That is my special surprise for you," Phoebe explained.
"Oh, uh, thanks for the book, Phoebe," John informed a bit acquired.
Phoebe chuckled. "The guidebook is not the special surprise silly. It is me. John, I am ready to take our relationship to the next level. I am ready to have our first sex, John."
John looked at Phoebe after hearing the words coming from her own mouth. Phoebe is ready to take their relationship to the next level. Yeah, he had a few thoughts of wanting to have sex with Phoebe but did not think that she is ready for it much less interested in doing it. His Dad told him about the 'Birds and the Bees' while his Mom teach him how to set the mood when doing sex.
"Are you sure you are ready for this, Phoebe?." John questioned his girlfriend before doing it.
Phoebe had a look of confidence and determination. "John, I love you so much. My life is meaningless without you and the same goes for you as well. Let us become one."
John can not ignore this statement. The two began to undress slowly. Phoebe removed everything from her body excluding her socks. The same for John.
"Wait before we get busy, I need to set the mood." John reached for his pants and pulled out his phone.
Phoebe tilted her head. "What kind of set the mood?."
"Love music. My mom told me what to play," said John, when going to his music app.
He pulled up and begin playing a classic old-schooled song called 'Let Me Love You' by Brian Mcknight. Right after handing a second pair of wireless headsets to Phoebe and putting his pair on as well.
The two approached each other and kissed passionately. Phoebe lay John on the bed as she worked her kisses from his abs to his chest while John had both hands on her thick ass. Rubbing her cheeks smoothly. It gave Phoebe a wild turn-on as she started giving her lover a blowjob to John's excellent pleasure. She sucked and sucked until his hard member gave out and creamed her mouth. She made John a man now.
Phoebe swallowed every drop of it and licked John's member clean off. Then she moved her way and set her vagina on his cock. John grabbed both of her hands as she jumped up and down on his cock. The experience itself is hurting Phoebe as this is her and John's first time. Blood was coming out of her vagina. The pain is temporary as Phoebe stopped feeling the pain and feels utter pleasure. She bounced and broke her thin wall.
John has made Phoebe into a woman. They continued making love as they got into a dog-style position as Phoebe currently taking every inch of John's cock.
"This feels so good, John." Phoebe breathed through her mouth.
John slapped Phoebe's right ass cheek. "Same here, baby. Oh, your asshole feels so damn good, Phoebe."
"And your amazing penis is so damn good too," said Phoebe, before biting down on her teeth.
John let go of Phoebe and let her face him. He leaned and licked her flat chest while she grab his cock and started stroking it. The two mourned in pleasure and cummed together. Their juices soaked the bedsheets as the two lay together in them. They removed their earbuds from their ears and placed them on the dresser. Phoebe snuggled and lay on John's chest after putting her glasses away on the dresser and turning the lamp light off.
"That was...outstanding," spoke John, holding his girlfriend.
"It was outstanding was it not?." Phoebe looked at John with a smile.
John and Phoebe kissed each other on the lips with such love they have for each other. They are now one.
"I love you, Twinkie Girl," said John, falling asleep.
"I love you too, Ghost Head," Phoebe said before she too fall asleep.
(A/N): Well, you guys this is probably my best work on a chapter. Hope you guys enjoyed it as much as I do. See ya next time.