John Francis - Chapter 166

Thursday, August 28, 2008 at 1:06 PM
Tuesday passed quietly for the two as Jon made a few business calls and Amanda checked in with her mother. She had a long talk with her mom, telling her about Jon’s mother and what was going on, asking for advice as she and her mother had always been close.

Jennifer paused during the conversation, then asked, “What is Jon doing about this?” She wanted to know if he was allowing his mother to treat Amanda badly.

“He says she’s the one who has to change or he’s going to ask her to leave any functions we’re at when she’s there.”

“Well, I’m sorry to hear that, but I would rather that was happening than him taking her side or allowing her to continue to treat you badly.”

“I’m just so confused by this mom. I mean I’m not some young chick he picked up or some ‘trailer trash’, so why has she been so against me from the very beginning?”

“It almost sounds to me, honey, that she would have been better if you were a young chick or ‘trailer trash’. I think she believes you’re a threat, either to her position in Jon’s life or in some other way. That’s just what comes to mind when I hear what you’re saying about all this.”

“I suppose. I know I have more thinking to do about it, that’s for sure.” Amanda brought the conversation around to the article. “Did you see that article, mom?”

“Yes I did. At least it was accurate, but they sure do dig, don’t they?” Jennifer was a little taken aback at the article mentioning her. “I’m surprised there wasn’t anything in there about your dad.”

“Give them time, I’m sure someone will look things up. I doubt it will get very much news time though, heart attacks aren’t ‘sensational’ enough for them to bother with. But, mom, you know I can’t stop this, right? I didn’t talk to anyone about myself or you, they just did their own research.”

“I agree, honey, your dad was a wonderful man whom I loved with all my heart. There is nothing to write except that Michael and Jennifer Adams were married for 42 years until he was taken from me too soon. And I do know you can’t stop them from printing what they want.”

“Yeah, I know. I wish daddy could have met Jon, I think he would have liked him.”

“Me too, baby, your daddy was a good judge of character and I would have liked to hear what he had to say about his ‘baby’ dating one of the biggest rock stars in the world!”

“Mom! You know I don’t think about Jon that way…” Amanda gasped and then giggled when she realized her mother was teasing her. “…you are an evil woman, mom, you did that on purpose to get me to laugh!”

“Guilty as charged.” Jennifer laughed with her daughter and they ended their conversation with ‘I love you’, both feeling better for having talked.

Sitting on the couch with a smile still on her face, Amanda saw Jon walking back into the room from the kitchen. He had two glasses of wine with him and after setting them down on the table, he plopped down next to her.

“Whatcha smiling about?”

She laughed, then told him. “My mom teasing me to get me to laugh. She said she would have liked to hear what my dad would have said about his ‘baby’ dating one of the biggest rock stars in the world.”

“When did he die?” Jon asked, instantly getting that impression, rather than divorce.

“Four years ago, a heart attack. They were married for 42 years.”

“You’ve never mentioned your dad before, do you know that?” He asked, puzzlement evident on his face.

“I don’t know why, except like a lot of things it got a little lost in my own grief over Jeremy. My dad was great, Jon, he was my friend, as well as my father.”

“Sounds like you were lucky, sweetheart, to have two really great parents.”

“That’s for sure, I was and I am.”

He took her hand in his. “You ready for this party tonight?”

“Well, right now we’re one and two for parties. As long as I don’t end up in the nearest emergency room, I think so.” Her eyes twinkled at him as she teased. “Where is it at?”

“The Four Seasons in the city. The limo will be here at 5:30 and the party starts at seven.” She looked at her watch, it was 3:30. “Well, guess if I want my hair to dry, I had better get into the shower.”

“Want some company?” He grinned at her.

“Only if the company uses his magic fingers to…wash my hair.” She grinned and jumped up as he chased her up the stairs. She ran into the bedroom to find a wrapped package on the bed. Turning to him, she asked, “And what’s this?” He smiled at her, his eyes crinkling.

“It’s actually a present for me…” She looked at him and scrunched up her nose.

“For you, hmmm? And what would that be?”

“Open it.” He gestured to the box and sat down on the bed. She eyed him again and then picked up the medium-sized box. Pulling the bow, she opened the lid and the tissue paper to find stockings and garters in several shades and colors and she started laughing.

“I see what you mean. This IS a present for you!” Nodding his head, looking completely unrepentant, he continued.

“There’s more.”

Walking to the closet, he opened it and took out a garment bag that he brought over to her. Inside was a creamy rose color cocktail dress that was cut in the front into a deep V with a brocade appliqué that would be under her breasts.

“I think you’ll find that there are stockings and garters that match the dress…so, I was wondering…” He smiled at her again and she felt warmth start.

“You’re wondering if I’ll wear them with this dress, right?” She teased him.

Pouting out his bottom lip, he answered her. “Well, only if you want to…”

“Hmmm, gorgeous man wants me to dress sexy for him…I don’t know, that’s a tough one…” She pretended to be thinking of the pros and cons, then smiled rather wickedly herself. “I think I can manage that.”

Jon gave a huge fake sigh of relief. “Good, then you get your other present!” He brought out a much smaller box from the bedside table and handed it to her.

“What did you do?” She asked, knowing this was nothing as simple as a dress or some stockings.

“Aw hush, woman, and open the damn box!” Jon growled at her playfully.

She opened the box and saw a tear-drop diamond pendant on a silver chain, with matching earrings. Her eyes were huge as she looked at him. As she was taking in a breath to speak, he quickly reached out and laid a finger softly against her lips. Coaching her, he said, “Thank you, honey.” She gave a small shake of her head, silently protesting his extravagance, but he just kept his finger to her lips and said it again.

“Repeat after me…Thank you, honey.” His eyebrows were raised and the look in his eyes was not quite so playful.

She let out her breath. “Thank you, honey,” her voice soft and husky. She kissed him and then bit his chin, just to let him know he hadn’t completely gotten his own way.

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A leisurely hour later, Amanda slid the dress carefully over her hair and makeup, and Jon fastened the back. Lifting her hair up, she watched as he put the necklace on her and then she put on the earrings. The teardrop nestled at the top of her cleavage and was perfect for the dress. Jon’s shirt was blue, but in the same shade palate as her dress. His black suit complemented the color of the shirt and made his eyes an even more intense shade of blue.

As Jon slipped his jacket on, Amanda applied her perfume, the one she had made the day before. Stopping in mid shrug, he turned to her.

“What is that?” His nose almost quivered as the scent hit him.

“A perfume I love.” She held out her wrist. “Do you like it?” He took her proffered hand and brought her wrist closer to his nose.

“Jesus! What the hell is that?” The aroma of the perfume mixed with her own unique scent was like nothing he had ever smelled before. He wasn’t sure what buttons had just been pushed, but what he smelled seemed to travel straight to his groin and his thoughts instantly turned to ripping off their clothes and getting inside her. amorous

He glanced quickly at his watch and pulled her to him. He stuck his nose into her neck and hair, right near her ear and again breathed in. He pressed himself against her, his hand moving to her breast and started rubbing her nipple through the material. She gasped and pulled back from him.

“Jon! What are you doing? Don’t we have to go?”

He was making her breathless with his sudden attentions. He just continued to nuzzle her, sliding one hand up the side of her dress and connecting with the bare flesh of her thigh above the stocking. She grabbed his hand, pulling back a little.

“Honey? Don’t we have to leave soon? It’s almost five.”

She looked into blue eyes that had darkened with a sudden onslaught of passion. The heat inside his eyes seemed to travel directly to her and she released his hand. Jon slipped off his jacket, shirt and pants as she undid her dress.

His voice hoarse, he looked at her. “Leave the hose on…please?” She nodded in agreement.

Moving swiftly to her, he waited the briefest moment for her to remove her panties and then with a near tackle she was flat on her back on the bed. He moved her legs up and was in her warmth in a rush. The sudden thrust of him arched her back and made her gasp. She was not quite fully wet and the slight pain sensation from his hugely swollen shaft brought a moan to her lips. He lowered himself to her, raising her legs and using them to pull her towards him as he moved inside her.

Jon felt an overwhelming mix of love and lust pour through him as he slipped in and out of her heat. She was grasped tightly around him, her own excitement rising and as her chest began to flush and her hips started to arch in anticipation of her orgasm, Jon’s own climax suddenly slammed into him and he strove to drive himself even further into her. That extra bit of movement threw Amanda into a toe-tingling orgasm that had her scream from the intensity. They slowed their movements as the sensations rode through them and the heat they generated seemed slowly re-caged for the moment.

Rising shakily from the bed, they moved to the bathroom to do a quick clean up. There was no time to shower, so both managed as best they could and then re-dressed. Amanda touched up her makeup and re-brushed her hair, but other than the glow she seemed to have, nothing else looked amiss.

Jon washed quickly and dressed, shaking his head at himself. Christ! I AM acting like a fucking 18 year old! He gave a soft chuckle as he had no intention whatsoever of stopping.

In the bathroom, with a devilish grin at herself in the mirror, Amanda refreshed her perfume.

6 comments

  1. Shelly Says:

    Well he can give me a dress anytime after that reaction.

    Amanda...wear more of your perfume!!!

    Wow!!!

    that was hot!!!!

  2. Anonymous Says:

    That was smokin hot!! Wow - what I'd give for a reaction like that to my perfume from him!!

    Great chapter!!

  3. Opester Says:

    Guess I'm going to have find me some dragon's Blood and take a little trip to New Jersey...

  4. lori Says:

    Holy hell that was hot!!

  5. YUMMY!!! Great chapter!!

  6. jovikitn65 Says:

    Thank you honey...yes thank you indeed Jon lol. Wonder if Jon will survive the limo ride let alone the night.

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