Chapter 8, "Romeo and Juliet" (Early August 1984 )
(Song suggestion- "Romeo and Juliet" by Dire Straits)
Janine Melnitz
"What are your plans for this fine Friday night?" Dr. Venkman questioned as he joined me at the kitchen table. I was finishing my sandwich during lunch while reading one of my books for my research paper.
"Babysitting my nieces and nephew, baby Joseph at my sister Doris's house. I also need to type my rough draft for my senior research class on Monday," I replied, not looking up from the book.
"Don't have too much fun," Peter joked with a sly smile on his face, "you are breaking all the guy's hearts by refusing to go out with them tonight."
"For now, Dr. V, I have had it with dating. Men are complete jerks who don't know a good thing when it is in front of them," I hissed, feeling slightly spiteful because of my recent break up with Egon.
"Are you referring to a specific theoretical physicist employed here or all men?" He said, instigating.
Luckily, Winston entered the kitchen and questioned the leader of the Ghostbusters about their subsequent bust, so he left me alone.
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The humidity outside was so terrible that it practically took my breath from my lungs when I left work that evening, and not in a blissfully sensual way. Like a slap in the face, I began to sweat when I stood outside from the polar opposite temperature of the fire house's cold air conditioning. As hundreds of people walked to their destinations on the sidewalk, I weaved in and out of them to reach the nearest subway station as rapidly as possible. The sun's powerful rays felt almost scalding to my pale skin. I practically jogged in my heels there despite the pain with my small overnight bag on my shoulder to reach the 5:42 p.m. C train to Brooklyn.
This weekend my Dad went out of town on his annual fishing trip with his best friends, leaving my Mom alone. It just happened to work out that tonight was Doris and her husband, Cory's, first weekend away since she had their last child in the Spring, Joseph. With my Mom, I had babysitting duty this weekend. I really didn't mind babysitting because I wanted children of my own one day.
Glancing at my watch, I saw that I only had five more minutes to get on the C train, and I pushed my way through the crowds of people down the stairs of the station to the right platform. I sighed in relief when I saw the train pull up to it, and I made my way through the maze of individuals to the front.
Since it was "rush hour," the subways were always congested at this time, causing it to smell like stale air and body odor. The temperature rose higher in the August heat, and I thought a cool glass of water to drink sounded fantastic right about now.
Arriving at my sister's house at six twenty five, I found that Mom had made a chicken caesar salad with homemade rolls for dinner. I hungrily dug in with my nieces joining me after I greeted everyone. They filled me in on the latest gossip in their lives as we ate and then watched Wheel of Fortune together. Next, we put a puzzle together while eating popcorn.
It was a very entertaining time that I cherished. Ma enjoyed spending time with her grandchildren coloring, drawing or playing games, and it was the same way with us when Doris and I were little.
"I hope that I will be a good mother someday," I said wistfully to my Mother later on in the evening, and she quietly reassured me that I would.
When my nieces and nephew were asleep, Mom and I lounged in the Den together,watching TV. I sort of fell asleep on the sofa and dreamt about Egon agreeing to babysit with me one evening in late March while we were a couple.
"What do you know about babysitting, Doctor of Theoretical Physics," I teased my then boyfriend of a few months during my lunch hour
"Enough, I have babysat my nephews a couple of times," Egon revealed with a cunning half grin that was so attractive on him.
"How's Dr. Spengler," Mother inquired, not realizing I was napping.
"Hmmm?" I replied, in and out of consciousness where I was kind of aware of my surroundings, but also sleeping lightly.
My dreams switched to a time that, Egon and I were sitting in the corner of the lab farthest from the lab door, embracing and kissing. Peter had accidentally caught us having frantic sex during my lunch time a couple of days ago. He cautioned us we needed to be more discreet.
"Maybe you are envious because Egon and I have sex on the daily basis, and you aren't currently getting any," I mouthed off to my boss, sticking my tongue out at him.
"The daily? You two have been going out for like three months, and you still are doing it that much," Dr. Venkman exclaimed.
Grabbing my theoretical physicist boyfriend, I pulled his head down to me so I could give him a long deep kiss, much to Ray and Peter's dismay. Egon caressed my ass for a little extra drama as we canoodled.
"Jesus, Spengs, can't you keep your hands off of her for a second? It's not like you aren't over at Janine's almost every night or anything!"
Egon shut his close friend up by saying very solemnly,
"No, I can't, Peter. We possess this combustible sexual energy that needs to be frequently released."
Both Peter and Ray's mouths dropped noticeably as a result, and I laughed out loud. Egon enjoyed getting back at Dr. V for all of the times he overshared about his date with that one comment, so I simpered.
"It's always the quiet ones," Ray joked after he recovered from his astonishment. His different colored eyes twinkled as he grinned widely.
It was true: when Egon and I had sex, it was lit like a match thrown to a pool of gas because the ferocity was off the freaking charts. Our love-making sessions were the ultimate unifying experience. I had never encountered a lover like Egon: so considerate, so loving, so generous, eager to please, yet so demanding but in the right way.
"Additionally, we enjoy fucking each other senseless." the physicist disclosed then he leaned down to kiss me.
"Come on, man, this is our secretary here; I don't want to think about you two doing that," Peter groaned, complaining, rubbing his balding head with his two hands.
" For a while, you were concerned about my lack of a social life," Egon countered smartly, and Venkman learned to shut his mouth for a minute or two anyway.
"Zing!" Ray swiftly quipped as he tended to do when someone gave a sarcastic comeback.
Laughter permeated the lab, and as I remembered this memory, I felt my lips spread into a thin smile and opened my eyes.
"I'm sorry, my Janine, I didn't know you were asleep," Mom apologized after repeating the question.
"Not a problem, Ma. I was in and out of sleep. Egon? Ohhh, It's quite awkward and complicated," I truthfully responded after sitting up and stretching my arms above my head.
"Care to explain?" She sympathetically questioned as I yawned.
Nodding, I informed my Mom that I needed a hug first while I divulged everything. She tightly embraced me as I detailed my interactions with Egon since April and even the Victor disaster. Mom didn't know the role that my ex played in it.
"Egon loves you," she informed me after I explained, and she rocked me like a baby back and forth in her arms.
"How do you know?" I sniffed, trying to fight back tears from falling from my eyes.
"When you were unconscious in the hospital, your Dr. Spengler was with you in your room holding your hand, praying over you all night," Mother described, then she questioned, "did you know that?"
I shook my head back and forth, not wanting to remember the cause of the incident or the effects.
Holding onto Mom tightly, I silently recalled that day where the Ghostbusters and I were talking about our amazing sex life.
"Should we expect little Janegon's running around the firehouse soon," Venkman probed smugly, and I gave him a dirty glare.
"We ...Ahem...take the necessary precautions, Peter," my love replied. My boyfriend gave me a deep kiss, much to the dismay of the others.
"Why does he keep jerking me around Mom?" I whined, removing myself from her warm arms.
" Love takes time, Janine. Your Dad and I had a similar relationship as you and Egon. As you know, he worked for your grandparent's store while he was going to night school to become an electrician, and I was on a scholarship to an art school in New Jersey. I was hesitant about dating again when we met because I had recently gotten out of a relationship" Mother explained, taking a sip from her glass of lemonade thoughtfully.
"Your Dad, realizing that we were meant to be together, was patient. We went on a few dates- dancing, going to the Museum of Modern Art and seeing a movie. To my surprise, your Dad told me that he loved me on that fourth date, and I panicked because I thought it was too early," she continued, suspiring loudly.
"So, I ended it right there because I was afraid. When I saw your Dad a couple of weeks later with another girl on a date, I felt so jealous and I realized that I did have the same intense feelings for him, too. The next day, I admitted to him that I made a horrible mistake. It took almost two months for your Dad to come around because he was frightened," Mom remembered.
"I have never rejected him, Mom, but he has broken up with me three times. However, I know that we are supposed to be together," I whined, standing up to stretch my back a little.
Rubbing her tired eyes, she replied,"with your Egon, it is going to take time. You have to decide if he is worth the wait."
"You look exhausted, Ma. Why don't you go to bed?" I suggested noting it was ten on my watch.
"Ok, I think I will," she admitted, rising from her chair and I moved to give her a big bear hug. Mom embraced me tightly then she went to bed.
Sitting on the sofa, I closed my eyes and recalled when Egon babysat with me.
The words "Aunt Janine" rang out into the air, and my nieces ran to hug me with my sister and brother-in-law walking behind them. Cory stood at 5'8 and had sandy blonde hair, green eyes, and dimples, and they had been in love since they were sixteen years old.
Grinning, I embraced my nieces as my boyfriend offered his hand out to my brother in law as a greeting.
"Girls, don't forget to say hello to Dr. Spengler," said Cory after he shook Egon's hand.
"Hello, Dr. Spengler," they said simultaneously and gave him a brief hug. Although his face turned pink, Egon surprised us by putting his arm on each of their backs, and I felt my heart melt as I watched it.
Admiringly, we gazed at each other.
"What would Egon be like as a father? I know his upbringing wasn't outstanding", I thought.
Doris cleared her throat to gain our attention, then she gave me instructions and told the girls to be on their best behavior.
"Joseph's a little fussy today and he will need a bottle in an hour or two. These two cannot stay up past eight-thirty no matter how much they try to tell you otherwise. Also, there's homemade pizza in the fridge for you to heat up if you and Egon are hungry. The girls already ate."
Eventually, Doris and Cory left, and I asked the girls what they wanted to do.
"Let's play a game!"
We went into the den, where it was a mess, so I told them they had to clean it up before we could do anything fun. Accordingly, I took a peek at my six-week-old nephew sleeping soundly in his crib with Egon.
"Joseph looks like his father," my boyfriend whispered knowingly into my right ear then slipped his arm around my waist as I put my head on his shoulder. Egon kissed it as we watched the precious baby with a smile on his face.
"Let's go heat up the pizza," I suggested after a while, and he nodded.
I went into the kitchen, turned the oven on, and retrieved the pizza from the icebox. Then I offered my darling physicist something to drink, which he accepted and put down at the table. Egon came behind me and put his arms around my waist, pulling me to him closely.
"You will be begging for me to fuck you by the end of tonight," he muttered in my ear after kissing the back of my neck tenderly in several different locations.
"Really? I don't think so. Boy, do you smell fabulous.," I complimented Egon then I flipped around to face him. The way my boyfriend smelled drove me crazy, not only his cologne but the heady scent of his savory skin. My lover grinned at me and clenched my butt cheeks with his nimble hands. The sensation caused me to let out a slow, "Ahhhh."
All of the sudden, I squeezed my body against my lovers' and teasingly put my lips just inches from his own. I gradually began to grind against his penis with my head flipped back, enjoying the satisfaction it gave me. Egon let out a slow groan, with his eyes closed,
"Ohhhh, baby, I like that!"
So I continued my actions for a little longer then ceased much to my boyfriend's confusion as he opened his eyes quickly. Before Egon could protest, I grabbed his hardened cock with my right hand and squeezed it, stating,
"But I won't be begging for anything tonight, and especially not this. I can get that anytime I want. Like this."
Snapping my fingers, I winked and then blew a kiss at him and put the pizza out of the oven. Continuing the game, Egon grunted in protest,
"Janine, you are mistaken."
My handsome boyfriend pulled me back on his arousal vigorously and then flipped me around to view me through his slightly hooded brown eyes.
Egon ran his fingers gradually through my hair then pulled it at the nape of my neck, robustly producing me to gasp in delight. He began kissing the right side of my neck tantalizingly, and I whimpered. Between the hair pulling and Egon's lips teasing my delicate skin, I felt electrified.
My lover unexpectedly stopped, grabbed my wrists, and pulled me on top of him, making sure I felt his desire for me.
"I'd take you right now right here if your nieces weren't in the other room. You would be yelling for me to fuck you," Egon whispered as he kissed every part of my face except my lips, but I desperately yearned for more.
"Kiss me," I begged, looking into his lovely brown eyes.
"Not yet," Egon replied as he nibbled on my earlobe, then loosened his grip on my wrists and began to massage them with his thumbs.
He knew I liked rough sex on occasion, and it aroused me quite a bit when he acted in that way. Lovingly, he kissed my wrists like he was healing a little child's boo-boo. Then his lips soothed my forehead, leaving me to recover my breathing to an average rate. This left me frustrated, and Egon knew it as he still held my hands with a big grin as he saw my bewildered yet aroused look. My nieces entered the kitchen, and he dropped my hands gently down to my sides.
"Lenora, would you show me where I may use the restroom," my boyfriend asked politely as my nieces appeared, with Caitlyn stating, "all done, Aunt Janine."
As Lenora showed Egon around, I took the pizza out of the oven. The fact that he recovered so quickly from our titillating play mystified me as I felt roused still.
"Please set the table for Dr. Spengler and me, Caitlyn. Will you get the paper plates," I requested, trying to dull the fabulous sensations in my body.
"Oh, Egon. You are going to get it tonight," I thought inwardly and smiled.
As we ate homemade pizza, my nieces talked about their friends and the newest movie that they saw. Last weekend, their Daddy had just taken them to see "The Muppets Take Manhattan," and they had to describe the essential details.
Egon and I exchanged winks and sultry gazes as we kept the anticipation alive for later after my nieces went to bed. After I blew a kiss to him, unexpectedly, Lenora demanded out of the blue,
"Dr. Spengler, are you going to marry Aunt Janine?"
Both of our faces flamed crimson with heat as if she had ignited a grill. Immediately, I turned my attention to my eldest niece.
"Lenora," I reprimanded, my voice changing to a solemn tone, "that's kind of a personal question. And none of your business."
When Egon regained his composure, he conspiratorially leaned down to my eldest niece's ear. He whispered something I couldn't hear, playing the game telephone. Lenora and Caitlyn had taught him how to play the game a couple of months back and whenever they saw him, they liked to play it with him. Egon slightly covered his mouth, which irritated me. She giggled and told Caitlyn, who wouldn't repeat it until I played telephone with them.
"Hello," I asked annoyedly. My heart was beating loudly in my chest as I awaited my turn.
I bent my head down, and she whispered, "Maybe."
Pretending not to understand, I asked, "Operator, are you there?"
Caitlyn tried again and whispered," Maybe."
A smile crept across my face, but my eldest niece saw my exuberance at Egon's answer. Embarrassed at my excitement at the thought, I looked downwards at my hands.
"Did you hear my answer," Egon nervously questioned, reaching for my hand with his own across the table.
Accepting it, I kept my head down so he couldn't see that my eyes had many tears in them.
"Did he want to marry me? I would be lying if I said I didn't want to marry him," I pondered.
"Come on, Caitlyn, we will watch tv for a little bit so they can talk," Lenora stated bossily. I watched in delight as she helped Caitlyn off the chair, then shuffled over to the den.
"That is exactly the type of thing that Doris would have said," I announced, chagrined and my boyfriend grinned at me.
Reddening, my love reached for my hand across the table and commented, worriedly, " I wasn't trying...Uhm.. to embarrass you, Janine. I apologize."
"No need, Egon," I replied sweetly, " I didn't want to be... overeager."
" Janine, my Angel, I am serious about … you...uhm..us...ahem.…very much so," he stumbled through the words as he said them. I gave his hand another squeeze, even more, hyped by his revelation.
"Sorry that my niece put you on the spot," I apologized, shrugging.
"She did...not.. Exactly...I...have wanted to...mention...Uhm...it...," he revealed, with a slight smile, and pressed my hand nervously. Consequently, I jumped from my chair and then ran to where my Egon was sitting. Sitting on my boyfriend's lap, I reminded him that I loved him then I kissed him.
"And I adore you, Janine Melnitz," he admitted, slowly, "I want you...Uhm... to know that I have been thinking about our... future...ahem...a little."
Nodding, I gave him a bright smile and whispered, " we will get to that when it's the right time, darling. I am ecstatic you are pondering it, though, and that we feel the same way."
Unpacking my backpack, I disappointedly spread my books, notes and materials on the desk in the den. I put some paper in the typewriter so I could type my rough draft for my research paper. Next, I put on a Dire Strait's record, and I began typing from my handwritten notes.
"BING! BING! BING"
My great grandmother's Grandfather clock chimed midnight two hours later, so I decided to take a break. Padding into the kitchen, I searched for a snack and a bottle of Coca Cola. I found both easily and returned to the den to eat and procrastinate a little. Shutting my eyes, I felt satisfied with my snack and I began to dream about that time Egon babysat with me.
The girls were asleep upstairs soundly, and little Joseph was in his crib, too. Egon had watched me feed and burp the baby fondly, and I wondered if he wanted any children of his own in the future. I still felt super excited that he was even pondering our future together that I could barely comprehend.
"Do you want to hold Joseph," I asked him mischievously after I fed him.
"Yes," Egon stated to my dismay, and I smiled at him. When I handed Joseph over, he knew how to cradle his tiny head because his muscles hadn't developed yet. I watched in awe as my boyfriend rock Joseph back and forth in his arms with a confident grin. My heart was melting, and I almost started to cry.
"Aww, you look so sweet holding a baby," I cooed.
"My mother insisted that I learn when my sister-in-law had her first child with my brother about ten years ago," Egon admitted sheepishly, bringing Joseph to me and handing him over cautiously.
Kissing his cheek, I then accepted the bundle then placed Joseph back down in the crib. I hummed and rocked the cradle until he fell asleep, which took two minutes in total.
My heart skipped a couple of beats as Egon viewed me with a curious look.
"Do you want children," he probed, hugging me from the back with his long arms and giving me a little kiss on the top of my head.
"I do," I answered, honestly, then twisted my head so I could see him, " Do you?"
"Quite possibly," Egon answered with a half-grin, then confessed, "only if it is with you."
Opening my eyes, I felt rebel tears escaping as I remembered his words, and my mind persisted in recalling that night as we babysat.
After everyone was asleep, Egon returned from the kitchen with a sizeable naughty grin on his face.
"You are going to do everything I say, Janine, from here on out, my naughty woman," he snugly remarked .
" or I'm going to be very angry with you, and there will be consequences."
Perplexed, I requested an explanation.
"And you are not to talk, at all, unless I give you permission," my boyfriend commanded, smirking.
Curious to see where this was headed, I pretended to zip my mouth. We had done a little light bondage before, so maybe he was going to tie me up, I thought excitedly. I felt my heart rate shoot up a little as I thought about being tied up by Egon Spengler and then screwed?
"Hell yeah," I thought gleefully.
So I stood up to sit on his lap and give him a kiss, but he stopped me immediately.
"I didn't say to rise from the sofa, my vixen," he responded calmly, "As a consequence, you must take off your shirt."
I wore a simple short-sleeve lilac t-shirt, and it was a straightforward plea, so I did it.
"Now your bra, but slowly this time."
With a bemused expression on his face, Egon laid back on the sofa. His brown eyes glinted as he awaited my actions.
Turning my back to him, I looked at him coquettishly, at him from over my shoulder, and I lowered one strap off on one side. I did the same thing on the other side with the same sly smirk on my face then blew him a kiss.
"Damn, Janine, you are so sexy," Egon moaned, unzipping his pants.
Pretending to have trouble unhooking the bra in the back, I pouted and whined for him to assist me.
Egon stood up slowly, peering closely at my almost naked upper body with a cunning smile. First, he undid my bra ans then he used his fingertips to touch the skin on my arms down to my hands. It tickled and enticed me instantaneously, causing me to throw my neck back and groaned,
"Ohhhhh, Egon."
"Did I tell you to speak," he replied, strenuously grabbing me from behind in jerking fashion and putting his lips on my shoulders.
"Did I?" He demanded crisply in ragged breaths. Again, my breath caught in my throat as I shook my head no. Egon began biting my neck with a bit of force, but I liked pleasure mixed with occasional pain.
"Ohhhh," I struggled to inhale as it produced a million incredible sensations that ran over my skin.
"Does my raunchy woman like that?"
Shaking my head up and down, I agreed and rubbed my butt against his erection.
"No, no, this is my rodeo," he whispered huskily into my ear and made a clicking sound with his tongue over and over, ""such insubordination, Janine."
His words and actions made me feel titillated. Egon moved his body backward so his butt wouldn't touch any part of my own and moved his hands up to my waist, causing me to sigh heavily at his touch. It felt so amazing. Egon gradually transferred his nimble hands to my breasts, where he massaged them as he bit my shoulder. A shot of pain coursed through my body, causing me to groan as he did so. Then, he kneaded my breasts roughly, teasing me by rolling by the tip of my nipples between his thumb and forefinger, still kissing and biting different areas.
My boyfriend made guttural noises as I arched my back into his body, finding it as hot to the touch. I wanted to turn around and start ripping Egon's clothes off so I could feel his skin on mine because I craved it.
Egon quickly let go of my boobs and then ordered, "Get on all fours."
Lowering myself to the ground, I got myself on all fours awaiting further instructions. I also tried to catch my breath and awaited my favorite physicist's touch on my hot, sweaty skin. He glanced down at me and let his forefinger touch my spine as I awaited his next move.
Finally, Egon pulled down my skirt from my waist, revealing my tan boyshorts panties that were practically see-through. Next, my lover instructed, "You may speak to tell me if this hurts too badly."
Suddenly, he smacked my ass with his palm firmly before I could acknowledge, only adding to my arousal. His palm hit my rear, and I felt tingling all over. My lover waited ten to fifteen seconds to tell him that it was too hard and then strengthened the intensity accordingly.
"Ohh, yeahhhh," I groaned in satisfaction.
Egon chuckled in a way that I knew he was smiling, then he yanked my panties off and checked to see if I was wet with his hands.
"Only salacious girls are wet like you are right now, Janine. My conclusion is that you are very naughty."
After Egon resumed spanking me a couple of times, he kissed my butt cheeks all over, moving up my back to my neck and then my shoulders. My eyes were shut, and I felt in desperate anticipation of what was next as my body was blazing for him.
"I'm taking a break to see If you are truly ok," my boyfriend whispered in my right ear, lovingly, " will you turn around, Angel?"
My heart palpitated swiftly when I followed his request and saw my gorgeously clothed man. I desired to kiss him, and I felt my lips burn.
"How come I was the only one naked?" I thought.
"Are you ok," he inquired, concerned, peering into my eyes. I nodded wordlessly, and Egon kissed my forehead. Next, he ordered gruffly for me to get back on my knees.
"No."
"Excuse me," he questioned archly in a playful manner.
Egon turned to face me as I sat up on my knees and began reaching for his shirt. I pulled it off to his dismay quickly and kissed every inch of his chest down to his unzipped pant. My lover's brown eyes shone with unfettered lust and desire as I pulled his pants down to his knees, then indicated that he took them off by mimicking the motion with my hands.
Now my sexy hunk of a man stood in front of me, and I could see his manhood poking out of his underwear's fabric, generating a puckish grin on my face. I desperately needed the naked man in front of me to kiss me, so I leaned into his body and put my arms around him. Our mouths were inches apart, and I stole a quick kiss for relief. Egon deepened it by inserting his tongue assertively into my mouth and exploring it relentlessly.
"You will be begging for this by the time I'm done with you," he admitted, grabbing his enormous, thick penis with his right hand. I licked my lips slowly with my tongue and made very loud sucking sounds like I gave him head. Egon didn't expect my action and oversaw me like studying a new ectoplasm, raising his left eyebrow.
"Get on all fours," he commanded gruffly.
Then I resumed on all fours quietly.
"I'm going to have to spank you five times for that insubordination," he stated, resuming his position behind me, then commenced. I felt myself getting hotter and my female parts becoming wet again. Then Egon reached his hand through my spread legs and began rubbing my clit, enjoying the dampness as I shook and trembled. He eventually ceased the rubbing, causing me to protest. Egon purposely quit as my orgasm was building, close to erupting.
"Lie on your back," he ordered, and I did so, breathing heavily. He bent over me, peppering my neck with kisses as he grabbed my breasts forcibly with his nimble hands.
"Egon," I implored from the floor.
"Yes?" My boyfriend archly questioned.
"Please...ohhhh... fuck me; I can't handle it any...Ohh..longer," I begged.
"I don't understand."
"Oh, Fuck me with your gigantic cock," I cried louder as he covered my mouth with his large hand. He had his penis near my opening, teasing me by rubbing that area.
"Ahhhh," I moaned as Egon stroked my clit quickly with it.
"Ohhh, yeah," he sighed, shaking with excitement.,
Egon's sex produced a little precum, and I knew he struggled to manage his excitement. Furthermore, it was pulsing, ready to erupt like a volcano.
"Ohhhhhh," I groaned through his hand.
"I thought you said that you wouldn't be begging for my cock today?"
"I was ...wrong...please, darling...oh, my..."
"Lie on your back, and open your legs," Egon grunted deeply, straining to control himself, and I did so with a consoling smile on my face.
"Don't be relieved yet; I'm going to fuck you until you are numb," he growled. Egon spread my legs open, and he then crawled in between my legs like a predator almost. I shuddered as I anticipated his hefty dick inside of me.
After he kneeled in between my legs, Egon grabbed one leg at a time to put on his shoulders. Next, he carefully guided his sex into me just so that his head was inside me and made a gravelly moan.
"Ohhhhh, Janine."
He struggled to hold on, and he withdrew for a second. From the floor, I watched him as he entered me again, this time more deeply but still not all the way.
"Oh my God," I sighed, " please baby, fuck me."
His handsome face was twisted in a lustful expression with his eyes shut, and I thought how sexy he was. My head was spinning from the lust and elation I felt from his actions as he pulled out again, and I felt my body quiver. I knew my orgasm was coming like a freight train, and there wasn't any stopping it.
Finally, Egon slid his manhood in again, and I scooted downwards and lifted my butt so he would penetrate me deeper. We found our rhythm quickly as we both gyrated to reach our climaxes, and he grumbled after some time,
"I can't... stop it.. much longer, Janine."
"Mmm..me either," I whispered, shutting my eyes, enjoying the explosive feelings. Egon grabbed each knee with a hand and slid further down into me until I swear he hit my g spot.
"Oh! Yes! Again!"
He managed to repeat the action several more times before causing our orgasms to ejaculate right after each other. Egon put his large hand on my mouth to stifle my screams and then the other in a fist to bite in his own. After we climaxed, he laid down on me, head on my chest with his arms wrapped around me, spent. I hugged him tightly around as we recovered from our orgasms, feeling like I was on top of the world.
"Damn, that was hot," I exclaimed, " Egon *freaking* Spengler! "
As a result, my attractive boyfriend looked up from my chest inquisitively and leaned closer to me for a kiss, so we did.
"What's this new nickname? Egon *freaking* Spengler," my lover questioned curiously, raising a thick eyebrow.
Laughing, I allowed him to kiss me again then admitted shyly,
"You are awesome and incredible."
I didn't know how to explain this new nickname for Egon, and he shook his head in bemusement.
""There was nothing like lying in your lover's arms after having sweaty passionate sex," I thought to myself, blithely happy as I laid my head down on Egon's chest.
Later when our babysitting gig was over and we were at my apartment lying in my bed, Egon cupped my face with his hands and admiringly stated,
"I don't know what I would do if I didn't have you in my life, Janine."
"You don't have to worry about that," I replied blissfully, " I love you to the moon and back."
Later after babysitting, we fell asleep in my queen-size bed, cuddled together. I remembered how ecstatic I felt afterward that Egon contemplated our future and possible children.
Waking up, I felt despairingly at the memories I just re lived, but I chose to focus on my research paper. Rising from the sofa, I went to the desk, and I began typing my paper again. It was close to three a.m. when I finished it then I wrote in my diary to summarize my day.
Dear Diary,
It's August, and I am no less in love with Egon than when we broke up in May. :-(
I read a quote about love today in one of my magazines that said, "the more that you hide your feelings for someone, the more that you fall for them." I think this is true-despite my attempts to evade Egon, my love grows.
Egon needs to prove that he loves me and wants to be with me. I am done with this off-and-on bullshit, but it's hard to be strong when all I want to do is love him. Egon's my kryptonite, my weakness, but he also is my strength. He was my number one supporter and promoter, the one who encouraged me when I was down about school or myself, the one who loved me unconditionally.
After finishing this research paper this summer, I have one more class to go to until graduation. Then what am I going to do? Leave Ghostbusters Hq? Leave Egon? Move on with my life without him? Will Egon just be a distant memory while working in my new career in five years? Or one of those ex-boyfriends who didn't mean anything until I met the one I am supposed to marry? Isn't Egon my soulmate? Those questions frighten me terribly and keep me up at night.