Chapter 10 "Poker" (Mid August 1983)
(Song Suggestion- Tempted by Squeeze)
Janine
Webster's dictionary defines "tempted" as a past tense verb to induce to do something and "discontented" as a past tense verb meaning dissatisfaction. As I prepared for work this muggy August morning, I felt intensely discontented with how things stopped suddenly after a couple of intimate interchanges with him this summer. It was nine-oh-five on a Saturday morning, and sun was already blazing. The temperature was supposed to rise to over 100 degrees today once again, and I felt very agitated by the fact. I loved residing in New York but loathed the summers as they took a toll on me.
As I watered my potted plants, I contemplated my flirtations with the brainy Ghostbuster.I detected the distinct feeling deep down that Egon cared for me in my heart, but he appeared petrified by his emotions. Since the Ghostbusters were all close friends, I felt hesitant to question Drs. Venkman or Stantz about my crush.
"Maybe he hasn't had a girlfriend before," I thought out loud but then disregarded it rapidly. Egon was very hot-looking despite his social awkwardness. Undoubtedly, he had been wooed by a woman once or twice in his life, right? I am positive that ladies noticed his fine features- such as his soulful brown eyes and palatable lips or his old-fashioned movie star good looks, tall, dark and handsome.
Even though Dr. Spengler and I seemed to have a connection, I persisted in dating because I didn't want him to think that I was just pining away for him. However, I went on mostly first dates because no one compared to Dr. Egon Spengler. I had a date with Greg, a friend of a friend of mine, at King's college tonight to see a movie.
"What do you think about what Bree said last night," Wendy inquired, her voice squeaking a bit at the end because she was ill at ease about her comment. I had reentered the cool apartment, and padded into my room with my friend right behind me.
Wendy was a very close friend, and we had been roommates for over five years. Last night, she, Bree and I had dinner together at an Italian restaurant in Queens. They were on my case about Egon's indecisiveness.
"Give up? Are you kidding? Do you know how far I have come with him? He practically kissed me last month when I was upset! The sexual chemistry is so thick you can cut it with a knife, and Egon just complimented me," I declared,dumbstruck. I walked into my bathroom and washed and dried my hands.
"Yes, but he is so irresolute," my roommate uneasily responded. Loudly, I sighed and then retrieved my white contact lenses case out of my bathroom drawer. Wendy followed me into the bathroom doorway and frowned at me after speaking.
"Maybe he's not as interested in you as you think," she added, "Janine, I'm not trying to wound your feelings because I know you care about him."
My irritation with the subject only heightened as I put in my contacts. Next, I turned to my blonde roommate before saying, "You weren't there, Wendy. I know you and Bree think you are looking out for me, but..."
"What? Why are you going to persist in pursuing Dr? Spengler even though he pulls away from you?" Wendy interrupted, losing her patience with me. She adjusted her blonde ponytail with a grimace.
"There are a lot of men out there, Janine. Why are you wasting your time on this one," she questioned, not concealing her annoyance well.
With my contacts in, I rinsed out their container with water. I then reached into the shower to turn on the water so it could warm up as I compiled my response to my roommate inwardly. Wendy was pissing me off.
"I haven't stopped dating. Why are my two closest friends so against the idea of him?"
Rolling her eyes, Wendy questioned me as if it was the reverse situation, and it was her chasing someone hot and cold like Egon. She then demanded,
"Would you tell me to persist?"
"I don't know, " I replied, shutting down from the conversation because I had enough of it.
"Maybe he's gay," Wendy suggested.
"No, he's not," I answered, noisily over the shower. Furiously, I slammed the door on Wendy then shed my clothes.
"I think," I mumbled.
This morning I didn't want to hear any more of the bull shit from last night and hopped into the shower. Clearing my mind, I focused on washing my hair. I decided to tempt Egon into action today.
Later That Day
The firehouse's second floor smelled like burnt hamburgers in the early evening.
To draw attention to myself since my shift was over, I purposely hiked up my black skirt a little by folding the waistband up, revealing my toned legs and thighs. My blouse was a sleeveless button-down sea-green shirt tied at the front, revealing my midriff and belly ring. I unbuttoned a few buttons from the top to give my viewer; hopefully, Egon, a peek at the top of my breasts. Finally, I reapplied my lipstick to my lips before heading upstairs to wait. Greg had called me earlier and said he would be a little late because of his boss, so I had fifteen or twenty minutes to wait.
Dr. Venkman was sitting at the table reading the newspaper, Ray was on the roof grilling, and Egon was probably in the lab.
Peter lowered his newspaper when I approached the upstairs and looked at my exposed midriff and belly ring. He gazed admiringly at my body and let out a whistle.
"Nice belly ring, Melnitz," he sassily commented, "you waiting for a date?"
"Thank you, and yes."
"All that effort is going to waste if you don't go into the lab or if Spengler doesn't come out here," He added, with a knowing smile.
Frustrated, I let out a sigh and sat down next to him at the table. I agreed with Dr. Venkman, which doesn't usually happen, then inquired for his help.
"No problem. Are you looking to sleep with this guy," Peter asked, with his brown eyes wide open.
"What? Noooo, this is our second date."
"I would pull down your skirt when he arrives and re-tie your shirt," my boss innocently recommended.
The boys' bathroom was not far away, so I ran into it to pull my skirt down a little and re-tie my shirt. I didn't even notice that I hadn't closed the door. At once, I sensed someone's eyes on me and stopped moving.
"Venkman, please divert your eyes and turn around," I irately yelled until I saw the reflection in the mirror and gasped.
My shock registered on my face when I realized it wasn't Peter, but instead Egon.
Fascinated, De. Spengler kept his shiny coffee-colored eyes on me when I ceased to rebutton the bottom of the shirttails. I'm not going to lie; it aroused me to know he was viewing me fold my skirt downwards earlier. Leisurely, Egon gave me the once over with his eyes, yearningly, with a very devilish grin on his lips. Visibly, I shivered, and as a result, he raised his left eyebrow and smirked at me. My crush's naughty facial expression was irresistible, and I felt my breath catch in my throat. My heartbeat raced in my chest, and I stared back at him longingly.
"My apologies, Janine, I was...going to use the...restroom," Egon stammered, his bright face red. He seemed to be leaving the trance he was in a second ago and changed his eye line to the floor anxiously.
"Oh, no problem. I had a date arriving in five minutes, and Peter implied that I looked...uhm.. 'slutty'. Nonetheless, I adjust my clothing. Would you mind giving me a couple of minutes, please?"
After clearing his throat, Egon nodded, and allowed his eyes to roam the length of my body appreciatively. Once more, they stopped at the bottom of my skirt before his lips upturned in a libidinous grin.
Before closing the door, I winked at him playfully. Immediately, I put my back against the shut door after closing it and began giggling. Then I stepped away from the door and checked my appearance in the mirror. First, I re-tied my shirt, covering a tad more of my middle but still leaving my midriff exposed and my belly button showing.
"He. Is. Not. Gay. At. All., Wendy," I thought victoriously.
After checking my makeup and opening the door, I found him waiting. Still, his face was flushed, and his eyes shone mischievously.
"Thanks, Egon," I replied, with a bright smile, " see you later."
Standing there for a second, he continued to admire me. It felt like the genius Ghostbuster's eyes were undressing me, and it was so sexy that I detected a pounding in my chest from my heart.
"Night, Janine," Egon replied softly, meeting my eyes and entering the bathroom after I exited it. As we exchanged places, he placed his hand on my elbow to halt my movements.
"You should have kept it the way it was, by the way," Dr. Spengler whispered, and then permitted me to leave.
Egon's touch felt sizzling on my skin like the summery weather outside as his eyes regarded mine as he spoke, making every hair on my body stand up. His voice mocked my ears by sounding so delectably husky, so I walked back to where Peter sat and felt my heart flutter. I deeply inhaled and exhaled as I sat down in an empty chair.
"You're welcome," Dr. V. said, casually, with a bright smile, continuing to read.
He called Egon out here without me knowing it. I wondered if Peter viewed the whole thing but didn't care.
"You didn't look like a floozy before; I had to come up with a reason for you to go to the restroom. I told you, Brooklyn, I am on your side," the psychologist informed, throwing the paper on the table, and smirking at me.
Beaming, I mouthed "thank you" to him as I felt ecstatic that Egon flirted with me. Currently, he sat on the sofa a little later with a notepad and a pencil in his hands as Ray came in with some burnt burgers.
"Are you staying for dinner, J," Ray asked excitedly, happy to see that I was still here.
"No, thanks, big brother. I'm waiting for my date, and we are going to a movie," I replied, smiling.
"Which one, " He asked.
"Not sure yet."
Egon wrinkled his nose at the plate of burgers that Ray brought in and took into the kitchen, and I picked up the paper to see the list of movies that were playing.
"You burnt them," Pete replied, laughing at my love interest's face.
"Just a little," Ray admitted sheepishly.
"Who are you going out with tonight," he asked me from the kitchen, "you are all dressed up."
"Greg, you haven't met him."
"He can't be as bad as that last guy we met; what was his name," Peter questioned in an annoyed tone of voice.
"Tony," Dr. Spengler replied, glancing at me, and I blushed as I felt his eyes on me.
"You didn't meet Tony because I wanted you to. He just happened to show up here," I informed everyone, not gazing up from the paper, "I knew that wasn't going to work already, but I made a promise to my best friend that I would go out with him."
"Well, Lil sister, whoever you bring to meet us has to achieve approval of the three of us," Ray explained, with a smile, " and if they don't treat you like royalty, it will be a hard sell."
"True," Dr. V agreed, but I noticed that Egon stayed quiet, concentrating on his work.
"That's so nice to know I have three big brothers," I answered sweetly. The care discerned by my employers made me feel special as I had considered them part of my extended family the longer that I worked there.
Next, I sensed a pair of eyes on mine and glanced to see Egon's lewd gaze at me. As he maintained eye contact, there was something in his expression that made me think he didn't want me to consider him a big brother, and I shuddered a little. Egon grinned at me, pleased, as he saw me do it.
"Oh, if you only knew how you made me feel. I would jump you right now if I could, " I thought, feeling my face transform into a sunburn color, so I moved my eyes back to the newspaper. My body felt tingly with the thoughts of embracing Dr. Spengler snugly against me like I did when he consoled me last month, and my lips ached to kiss his inviting ones.
The phone rang clamorously, breaking my trance, but the boys didn't move from their seats.
"Don't look at me. I'm not working," I answered saucily, inspecting my polished red fingernails after giving up on finding a movie. I discarded the newspaper after I felt my face return to its average temperature.
"Ghostbusters," Peter answered, taking the phone off the cradle and then listening. He pointed at me.
"Is it my mother?" I questioned, worriedly, "I'm not here."
The last thing I needed was a lecture from my mother. Occasionally she would call my place of employment without hesitation. With a neutral facial expression, Venkman shook his head, and I walked to the sofa where the phone was sitting close to Egon. It was Greg, and he had to cancel our date again.
"No, don't even bother trying to ask me for another date. You have canceled twice. Bye now," I commented, loudly with my voice rising with anger, then I hung up the phone.
"I don't understand men," I said, frustratedly, standing up and walking toward the stairs to leave, "bye."
Silence.
"Eat with us, J," Ray pleaded and walked towards me before I made it too far down the staircase. I observed that Egon looked dumbfounded that my date canceled on me. Ray hooked his arm around mine and turned us around to ascend the stairs back to the landing. He deposited me back at the kitchen table where I sat down.
"Not all of us do that," Dr. V. added, standing up to get a beer, "don't you have to wait a while until the next subway train arrives?
"I'm not even hungry because I ate a late lunch," I informed, running my fingers through my reddish-brown hair.
" No, I don't know the schedule for the subway because I normally don't leave for another hour or two," I pouted.
"Do you play poker?"
" I have," I answered warily.
" Come on, J, eat with us and play poker," Ray persuaded me, grinning, "it will be fun."
"Well, at least I will spend some time with Egon. I captured his attention; now it's time to persuade him to act on it."
I watched the Ghostbusters run around in the small kitchen, appearing like they didn't know what they were doing. Moreover, it seemed like a bad Marx brothers film, so I laughed heartily.
"J, would you like a beer," Ray asked from the kitchen.
"Nooo, I hate beer. It's gross, "I bemoaned. Quietly, Egon brought two coke cans and some condiments to the table and sat to the right of me. I took one of the cans, opened it and took a sip.
"Thank you," I said and he nodded.
I sensed when Dr. Spengler looked at me because chills were traveling down my spine.
"Was he still thinking about earlier? I know I was," I thought to myself and grinned widely.
"What are you smiling at Brooklyn," Peter demanded, sitting on the other side of Egon after drinking a large gulp of his beer.
"Can't a girl grin around here without reason," I quipped in a contentious manner, narrowing my blue eyes at him.
"Oh, never mind," he admitted, glancing from Egon to me, and Ray brought over a plate of burgers, buns and chips.
They didn't look as burnt as I had initially thought as I watched the youngest Ghostuster distributed the supplies. With gusto, they dug into the food like they were starving.
"What do you all normally talk about when you aren't technically working," I asked them.
"Women. Or at least Venkman does," Ray answered, wiping his mouth, and Peter winked at me.
"Well, that's not one of my strong suits when it comes to conversations," I replied flippantly.
Eventually, the guys started a conversation, and I couldn't help but inquire, "Peter, what exactly is your role in this dynamic? I comprehend everyone else's but yours. Ray's, the heart, and Egon's, the brains."
"Good question," Dr. Stantz admitted, glaring at Venkman," what do you do here?"
We all laughed heartily, and they continued eating as we made small talk.
"Poker time," Peter excitedly announced, after his business partners finished their meals.
"Let's do this," I replied amusedly.
The boys began to clear the dishes from the table and throw away the trash, and I helped out by washing and drying the table. Meanwhile, Peter retrieved the cards and chips for poker.
Egon
Earlier, when Janine was fixing her blouse and skirt in the bathroom, I aroused. I felt entranced by her as she rolled her skirt downwards to a slightly longer length, enraptured by her sexuality. The electricity from the beautiful lady's body overwhelmed my own as I became caught up in watching her, and my body temperature rose. When Janine was fixing her shirt, I observed that she wore a silky black bra with a flower pattern when she flipped it up. Then she began to unbutton her blouse from the top, and I almost lost a load right there.
Breathing in and out deeply, I recovered before Janine reopened the bathroom door. I especially enjoyed that she seemed flustered yet thrilled when she discovered me, not Peter, watching her disrobe. Janine was a little breathless, which made it even more alluring.
"See all of the entertainment that you would have missed if that guy showed up? We are better than a movie," Ray exclaimed animatedly.
Jokingly, Janine thought about it for a second and then admitted she was right reluctantly with a bright grin. I loved her pretty smile.
"How's your degree in BASIC going? Isn't that what you are getting a degree in, Brooklyn" Pete asked in jest.
"First of all, I am pursuing a degree in computer systems and not BASIC, which is a computer programming language. You haven't let that go, and that was over six months ago," Janine countered agitatedly.
"Texas hold 'em," Ray announced the game. As Peter distributed chips to each of us, we watched the two spar verbally. I loved when she stood up to Venkman for herself because her confidence was sexy.
"Janine, only dorks, and nerds know that," he replied slowly, trying not to offend her.
"Big deal, I like computers and almost earned a degree in it," Janine responded sarcastically, " you didn't even read my resume."
"I glanced at it," Pete replied; it was crystal clear that he loved this topic, but I knew that he would probably take it too far with her as he enjoyed pushing his friend's buttons.
"At my legs, maybe. Not my resume," Janine quipped, and Dr. Venkman began to protest.
"You didn't even see that I had computer training; you only knew because one of your business partners said something about it," she countered indignantly, pointing her right index finger first at me and then Ray.
"Ouch. True. How did you know," Ray asked, chuckling, and I smirked.
Janine picked up a piece of paper and pretended to be Peter in the interview.
"Tell me about your responsibilities at your last job," she mimicked Pete's voice and then peered over the fake resume to glance at his legs.
He laughed hysterically at this depiction of himself, which only infuriated her further.
"You are a sexist, Peter Venkman, and I'm not a feminist. I have had enough of your immaturity today. I'm leaving," Janine stood up, grabbed her purse, then she walked down the steps rapidly.
"Come on, Janine, I was just playing around," Peter urged, laughing, "let's play poker."
Janine stormed down the stairs quickly.
"It's up to you now, Spengler. Ray convinced her to stay earlier, and she will listen to you," Pete replied wryly, "if you want her to stay, that is. I haven't forgotten that you remain interested in her only in a professional manner. Although I don't know-how with the way, she looks right now. Damn!"
He was trying to provoke me, and it worked. Giving Venkman a dirty look, I rose from my chair steadily and followed Janine downstairs because I didn't want her to leave.
"Why do you always have to provoke her?" Ray asked Peter and started to chew him out.
Hopefully, I would be able to catch her in time.
Janine
Drained, I didn't want to deal with Venkman's b.s.. Now he was giving me crap about my interest in computers, and it was after work hours?
"Janine, will you wait for a second, please," Dr. Spengler called after me as I approached the door out of the firehouse and reached to open the door.
For my crush only, I withdrew my hand from it. Peter and Ray sent him to convince me to return because I wore my heart on a sleeve when it came to him. It was a brilliant tactic, I admit. Turning around, I faced him with a quizzical glance on my face responding, softly, "Yes, Egon?"
"Don't leave because of Peter. He's trying to agitate everyone right now and succeeding," he insisted nervously. One of his hands was in the right pocket of his gray pants, and the other one went through his hair, showing his anxiety. Egon's handsomeness made my knees weaken.
"I don't want to deal with his crap. Outside of work- it's bad enough I have to take it during work hours. Plus, my temper is a little more volatile because I worked a long shift today," I replied evenly. With him close to me, I felt my heart pound in my chest as he stood only seven inches away from me and I felt my body wake up. I gazed at his sexiness and sensed the energy between our bodies. As a result, I shivered and exhaled slowly.
"True," Egon responded, looking uncomfortable and unsure of himself, but I thought it was so freaking cute.
"Why did they send you? Shouldn't Peter come down and apologize," I questioned, putting my hands on my hips.
"Uh...I don't know...Uhm... Maybe you would be more willing to listen to me," Dr. Spengler replied, struggling to make eye contact as his brown eyes were darting around the firehouse.
"Smart move on their part. Out of the three Ghostbusters, I would most likely listen to you first," I confessed, sweetly, strolling closer where I was only a foot or so away from him.
"Oh, good" Egon uneasily replied with a nice lopsided half-grin on his beautiful face and began to turn around.
"Not so fast, though. You still have to give me one good reason why I should stay," I demanded, putting my right hand on his arm as I put my foot down metaphorically. It caught his attention and caused him to turn back to face me. Then I removed my hand.
After a long maladroit moment of silence, Egon gazed down at his feet. Next, his lovely brown eyes met mine as he informed me with sincerity, "I would like for you to stay, Janine."
I was speechless but excited.
" I don't think I could turn down such a charming request from you. That's sweet," I responded, honestly, with a massive smile on my face.
"I'm glad," Egon murmured, and relief was written all over his face.
I felt tickled that he said he wanted me to stay and that I could barely hide it!
"Don't be. I would rather be here... with you, "I flirted, putting my hand back on Egon's arm, feeling his hair carefully with my fingertips, rubbing it back and forth. His comment encouraged me to do so without the fear of being rebuffed by him, and his arm hair felt very fine like a baby's hair. At first, Egon sighed from my unexpecting touch. With my proximity to him, my head commenced feeling dizzy.
Perplexed, Egon searched my eyes until he inquired, timidly, like a child who didn't believe something an adult told him, "Is that true?"
"Yes" I eagerly responded, "why wouldn't it be?"
Unfortunately, we were interrupted by a voice upstairs.
"Hey, Spengler, are you and Brooklyn coming back up here to play cards or stay down there and make out," Venkman's voice called from above.
Rolling his eyes, Egon grumbled incoherently under his breath, and I turned my head to the other side away from him to hide my deep blush. We strolled towards the staircase, silently walking side by side, chatting.
"What else can I convince you to do," he asked, with a foxy smile on his lips.
Shrugging, I replied coyly then began giggling," You never know until you ask."
To control it, I put my hand over my mouth to avoid looking silly in front of the theoretical physicist.
My crush stopped halfway up the staircase and removed my hand with his larger one, affectionately returning it to my side. Then Dr. Spengler admitted, timidly, "don't stifle it. It's delightful when you giggle, Janine."
He let his hand linger on mine for an extra moment before removing it, and I shivered visibly as he did so.
"Am I dreaming? I love the way his touch made me feel", I wondered to myself, feeling exhilarated.
"Oh my fucking God!" I thought in my head, elatedly, "thank God that Greg canceled on me. Egon flirted and touched me! Tonight's the night for our first kiss... I just know it!"
"Sorry, Janine. I am more obnoxious when I drink," Pete apologized with a smile.
"It's alright. It's been a long day," I goodnaturedly stated.
"Ok. We will put Venkman to bed if he can't play nicely. Janine, we all know how to play poker. Do we need to go over the rules? " Ray questioned, after making a joke at Peter's expense while shuffling the cards.
"Sure," I remarked as I pretended to listen to him explain everything, but I already knew how to play. I snuck a glance at Dr. Spengler, who slyly grinned at me.
"Ok, you deal, Iggy," he reminded. Pete stood up to get more beers and came back with four more.
Egon
When the words, "I'd like you to stay," came out of my mouth, I disbelieved my audacity. Luckily, Janine rewarded it by revealing that she couldn't reject my offer, and I couldn't be more thankful than when she spoke those words. I shocked her (and myself) when I detached her hand from her mouth when she hid her giggle then held her hand delicately for a few extra seconds. She seemed happy to hear my compliment, and I enjoyed seeing her smile. I liked making her happy. I realized, and I couldn't ignore the force of nature that seemed to pull Janine and me together was close to impossible.
We played Texas hold them for an hour and a half before we changed the game.
"Five-card draw is next, gentlemen and lady," Venkman announced, shuffling the cards. Janine cut the cards, and then Ray dealt. The game began. After a while, it was clear that this was Ray's game as he started to win everyone's chips. Then surprisingly, Janine made a colossal bet and won everything back. She had almost everyone's chips and exuded happiness. All I could do was admire her.
The evening drew to a close when the struck twelve-thirty in the morning. Pete and Ray were drunk and singing along to the radio. Janine and I put all the chips back in their place and the cards in their correct deck holder. She looked tired but still glowed from winning.
"You look sleepy," I observed as she yawned.
"Hmmm, a little. Wow! It's later than I thought. It's hard work kicking you guys butt," Janine answered, standing up from her chair, "I'm calling a cab. There's no way I'm taking the subway this late. Would you mind waiting with me until my taxi arrives?"
"Yes" I readily agreed, smiling as Janine yawned again surely. She said goodbye to the others after calling a cab and then we walked down the stairs. Peter and Ray were too involved with drinking to notice.
"I'm glad you were here tonight," I divulged as we walked side by side to the door.
"That makes me happy to hear. I had a great time," our secretary remarked, grinning. We reached the end of the staircase and turned left towards the door.
"I'm sorry that I walked in on you...fixing your clothes earlier," I apologized, feeling guilty, and ceased walking as we were now at the door. Janine faced me from six feet away and asked the reason quizzically.
"Because I... Was...staring," I answered, bashfully, swallowing hard.
Janine padded steadily towards me but provocatively until she stood very close to me. With an enticing smile, she murmured up to me,
"I'm very pleased that I finally caught your attention, Dr. Spengler, because I have been trying to do so since March."
"Then, Ms. Melnitz, you must have forgotten when I told you a month ago that I always notice you even when it seems like I don't. You have had my attention for a long while, I assure you," I flirted back, feeling oddly confident.
Janine appeared shocked, and I noticed her breathing rate had increased its' pace. As our eyes locked on each other, I felt anguished because I wanted to kiss her badly, and my control over my emotions was decreasing rapidly. Honestly, I didn't know if I wanted to manage them anymore today.
"Oh, you are right. You did tell me that, Dr. Spengler," Janine remarked breathlessly, putting both of her hands on my chest, and once again, I felt very dazzled by her.
"Perhaps it is you that doesn't pay attention to me, Ms. Melnitz," I teased her by leaning forward to whisper in her ear and delighted when I heard her breath hitch in her throat. My desire to kiss Janine quickly became necessary, and her touch made me feel dizzy. I pulled back to view the angel in front of me because that was what she was to me.
"Since I won tonight, you have to give me a hug," Janine demanded afterward.
"Those are new rules." I quipped drily, and she giggled.
Before Janine could answer and without thinking, I pulled her into my arms tightly. I could feel her soft body crushed against mine. Unlike when the petite lady from Brooklyn was crying the last time, I wasn't hesitant in enjoying Janine's closeness. I felt invigorated, and I enjoyed her smell as I embraced her tightly.
"Janine, You smell fantastic, and you feel even better in my arms," I complimented, whispering down into her right ear. I let my lips graze her skin there for a moment, and it tickled me.
As a result, Janine sighed and squeezed my body tightly. I felt electricity shoot through me rapidly like an electric shock and shut my eyes happily.
"Mmmmmmm, I like you this close to me, Egon," she revealed dreamily, letting go of my waist to gaze up into my eyes and her eyes twinkling.
When I heard Janine say that, I knew that was the confirmation I needed to kiss her. My body tingled in anticipation as I lifted my hand to her chin then moved her face up towards mine. Next, I gazed at this angelic woman with her eyes closed in front of me for a quick moment before I bent down to kiss her. An ear-splitting honk from her taxi pierced the air as my lips brushed hers for half of a second and then jolted us apart. We both stepped back from each other, and our arms dropped to our respective sides. The moment vanished into thin air, and Janine looked startled at the noise as she tried to regain her composure. I was cursing, inwardly, the taxi driver for his poor timing.
"You have to be kidding me," I groaned to myself.
However, we stood there unmoving for a short time, eyes locked. Then the driver pushed down on his horn one more time, causing an annoyingly steady sound, and Janine responded with a sad smile and "Night, Egon."
"Good Night, Janine," I remarked, not bothering to hide my disappointment, and she turned to face the door before opening it. Then Janine was gone, and I missed my chance.
As I stood there for a while thinking about how close I was to kiss her, frustratedly, I punched the black door with force. I immediately regretted the decision as my hand started to throb, and I now needed Advil.
"Why didn't I follow through and kiss her?" I thought out loud and smacked my hand against my head, "I had my heart set on kissing her tonight!
Squeeze's song, Tempted, was on the radio again, and the timing was quite apt. It played on the radio for the third time today as I rushed upstairs and both my hand and heart ached in pain, acutely.
Venkman and Stantz played a game on the Atari and began making fun of me about her. After I walked back to the lab and slammed the door, I sighed achingly and severely disheartened, "Oh, Janine."
Janine
I soaked in a bubble bath, replaying the day's actions and blowing tiny bubbles from the water. Smiling, I recalled how aroused I was when I felt Egon's gorgeous eyes travel slowly over my body. There was the unmistakable glimmer of lust and hunger in his brown peepers as he watched me closely, and just thinking about that look made my cheeks flush with heat.
I gradually lathered my arms with a bar of Dove soap remembering Egon's facial expressions, almost like a sneer of both desire and sinfulness. That one look created a powerful throbbing in my sex as I closed my eyes to envision his handsome face now. Gradually, I became aroused as I felt my breathing quicken its pace while rinsing off my arms by splashing water on them. Leaning back in the tub, I put my head on edge and laid back, thinking about how crazy I was about him.
"Damn that taxi driver and his timing! Our lips just barely brushed each other's, and then he commenced blaring his horn," I declared. One thing that I did know was that Egon wanted to kiss me tonight. The whole evening was a triumph!
As I picked up the soap, I imagined my crush was sitting in the tub with me. Egon would be facing me as he rubbed the soap bar on my upper chest and breasts, gently causing incredible sensations on my skin.
Next, he would drop the soap in the water and then use his fingertips to trace circles and figure eights in that area of my body as I happily groaned. Egon would rinse me off by splashing water on it with his large hands as he kept his eyes locked on me with that provocative look of his from earlier.
"You are so exquisitely sensual, Janine," he whispered to me with a twinkle in his eyes. Egon moved in to kiss me with his mouth but instead kissed my shoulders first then downwards on my chest until he reached my breasts. There he fondled them while making deep noises from his throat indicating his pleasure. Without hesitation, Egon took my right nipple into his mouth to employ his tongue to flick it back and forth. Then he repeated the actions on the other side, and afterward, he leaned over to plant a kiss on my lips first sans tongue. I imagined that we kissed slowly and steadily for a long time in each other's arms.
"Mmm," I moaned, moving my hand down to my mons in real life. Applying pressure, I rubbed it both roughly and quickly to pleasure myself.
"Ohhh," I signed as my breath caught in my throat and then I began using my index and middle fingers on my right hand to massage my clit.
Meanwhile, in my fantasy, Egon touched the front side of my body from my breasts downward slowly with his dexterous fingertips. With a provocative gaze and a sly smile on Egon's lips, his curious fingers trailed further down my body to my sex and rubbed it.
We kissed until Egon inserted two of his fingers inside me, cautiously, moving them in and out, causing me to writhe in pleasure in the tub.
"You are so sexy," he gruffly said as I enjoyed his actions.
Back in reality, I felt my body slip further into the warm water as I pleasured myself, very close to climaxing.
"Ohh, don't stop, Egon, please," I gasped, letting my imagination run away. After I came, I sank happily in the tub, going under the water. I then resurfaced, wishing that my favorite physicist was indeed here with me.
