John Francis

After Richie left, Jon and Amanda moved to retire for the evening. Both felt emotionally drained, although from different emotions. Spooning behind Amanda in bed, Jon whispered to her again that he loved her and he needed her. She clasped his hand in hers, kissing the knuckles with her soft lips.

“I’m sorry I got so anxious, Jon, I never expected to feel like this again and the way I need you and need to be with you actually scares me a little.”

“Me too, baby, but most people don’t get another love like this and I’m not going to lose it.”

They fell asleep wrapped in each other’s arms.


Morning found the two in the same position they had slept in. Finally opening her eyes, Amanda felt Jon behind her and how he tightened his grip on her even while still asleep. She felt more peaceful this morning, glad she had told Jon her fears and even happier that he also seemed to want to have a new type of life with her. She managed to slip out from under his arms and freshened up in the bathroom without waking him. Putting on a robe, she went down to the kitchen to put some coffee on.

Entering the kitchen, she was surprised to see Linda already there, having a cup herself. Holding up a hand that she would get her own coffee, Amanda grabbed a cup, using the cream and sugar already on the table. She smiled at Linda and said good morning.

Linda looked perceptively at Amanda as they sipped their coffees.

“You okay, honey?”

Amanda smiled at her. “Yes, I am. Sorry if I caused a fuss yesterday.”

“You didn’t. The air got cleared a bit and that’s always a good thing.”

“You mean me and Jon?”

Linda shook her head. “No, Jon and Dot. I’ve lived here and worked for those folks a long time. I’m not about to tell any tales out of school, but I knew there was something about you the minute I met you. No other woman has ever been to this house and you should know that.”

Amanda smiled at her. “Thanks, Linda, I appreciate what you’re saying. This is all pretty new to me.” They talked a bit more, with Amanda telling Linda about her husband and about some of her life before Jon.

“Never saw that man more frantic than when I gave him your note.”

Amanda blushed lightly. “I just needed some time, Linda, that’s all.”

“I understand, sweetie. You ever need someone to talk to, you know where I am.”

“Thank you…more than you can know…thank you” was Amanda’s smiling response.

They both heard Jon coming through the living room then and smiled at each other.

“Good morning, ladies,” he called out.

“Morning sleepyhead…” Linda teased, “you actually get some sleep?”

Jon flashed his smile at her as he moved to Amanda’s side. “Good morning, my love!” He kissed her softly and she returned his greeting. He moved to get coffee and grinned when Linda handed him a cup.

“She knows I’m usually a bear in the morning until I get my coffee.”

Linda snorted. “A bear? More like unbearable…Hey!” she shouted as he moved towards her. Reaching suddenly for a wooden spoon, she saw the two of them burst into uncontrollable laughter at her action. Gasping out some of the story with regard to Richie, Jon managed to convey just what a wooden spoon now meant. Laughing herself now, Linda put the spoon back and shaking her head, she left them to enjoy their coffee.

“So, what’s on the agenda today, oh king of New Jersey?”

“Sass? I’m getting sass on my first cup of coffee? You like to live dangerously, don’t you?”

She laughed, “Nah, just know I’m safe with Linda just a yell away!”

He leered at her. “You do know she gets days off, don’t you?”

“So, I wait until your second cup for sass on those days…” and he laughed as she returned his leer.

“Let’s go into the city.”

She looked at him quizzically. “What city?”

He laughed at the expression on her face. “New York City, babe, the Big Apple…ya know, New York?”

She gasped. “I’ve never been to a city that big, let alone New York. What are we gonna do? Show me EVERYTHING!” She grabbed his shirt and pulled him towards her. “What are you waiting for??? New York!? JON!! MOVE!!” And with that she ran up the stairs to get into the shower. Sitting there stunned at her reaction for a moment, he started laughing as he ran up the stairs after her.

Within the hour they were in Jon’s car and headed towards New York. Amanda had Jon point out everything to her and he found himself enjoying the familiar landscape through her eyes. As they approached the City proper, she got very quiet, taking in the skyline, the huge skyscrapers, and more homes and apartments than she could have ever imagined. He kept glancing at her, seeing her becoming more and more wide-eyed as they got into the heart of Manhattan. He took a few familiar turns, parking in the garage where he had his apartment.

Parking, he got her out of the car, took her hand and led her to an elevator.

“Where are we going?”

“Just need to make a stop first, okay?”

She nodded, “Sure” and settled back as the elevator rose higher and higher.

Getting off on his floor, he led her to his apartment and opened the door. Motioning for her to enter, she did so, immediately moving towards the big windows on the opposite side of the room.

“Oh my God! We’re so high! Look at this view!”

He came up behind her and enfolded her in his arms.

Nuzzling her neck, he asked, “You like?”

“It’s amazing! I’ve never been this high in a building before. Where are we, by the way?”

“My apartment.”

Eyes wide, she gasped. “You live here?”

He nodded and turned her in his arms. “I want to show you the city, baby, but right now I just want you.”

Seeing the darkening of his eyes as he held her, the simmering flame that had been present inside her since her first experience with this man flared into a roaring fire. He grasped her head and hair, locking his mouth over hers, pressing their bodies into a tight line. She moved her hands over him, touching all she could reach as her mouth was tasting his. Holding their blazing passion in check by the barest control, they undressed each other, hovering over every exposed area.

Jon kissed his way down Amanda’s throat, pausing at her breasts, but not stopping. Dropping to his knees, his hands on her ass, he kissed a line down to the top of her mound. On shaking legs Amanda grasped his hair, trying to pull him up from that position, but he resisted her and she was helpless once she felt his warmth on hers. Small cries escaped her as he teased her more fully into readiness and it was only his hands on her ass and her hands in his hair that prevented her from falling. She trembled from the movements of his mouth and tongue and then suddenly she was thrown over the edge into a mind-numbing orgasm, her own fist at her mouth to stifle her scream of pleasure.

Jon held onto her firmly, steadying her until she could stand firmly once again. Eyes closed, shaking at the intensity of the sensations he raised in her, she felt him rise up from the floor, still kissing her as he moved up now. His lips met hers and she tasted herself, a flush on her face from the intimacy of that action. Holding her close again, she felt his maleness press into her flesh and she once again felt an ache deep inside. She started to move herself to return the gift he had given her, but he stopped her.

“That was just for you. I wanted to watch you and feel you and taste you.” His love words burned her and she let him lead her to the bedroom. Throwing off the covers, he lowered her to the sheet, barely pausing in his touches. He mounded her breasts together and licked first one nipple then the other. She swelled to his touch and began to writhe in anticipation. His hardness was pressed against her leg and she couldn’t take any more.

“Please, come inside me…I need you so badly…please, Jon, don’t make me wait…”

For a few agonizing seconds longer he continued licking her breasts, but then he smiled at her and she felt him spread her legs apart. Bracing his arms against the bed, he barely let the tip of himself touch her and she arched for him. Slowly he pushed himself inside her, feeling her swollen tightness. Inch by inch he entered her, strain now showing on his face at her whimpers to have him inside her. She reached down, grabbed his ass, and pushed him into her as hard as she could.

“JON! I need you to…” she blushed as she tried to tell him what she wanted.

Knowing what she needed, but wanting to hear the words, he withdrew from her until only his tip was inside.

“What do you want, baby?”

She growled at him, her voice low and lust filled. “You know what I want, please, just…”

“Tell me what you want.” He teased her with small movements, never enough to satisfy.

Still trying to get what she wanted without the words, she arched against him again, but he pulled back further and she was left desperate for him.

His voice husky with restrained passion, he said again, “Say it, Manda, tell me what you want me to do to you.”

Aching, writhing, near to madness from desire, she made herself say the words.

“Fuck me! I want you to fuck me! Please, Jon, please! Fuck me!”

At her words, his hardness grew and he answered her plea. He didn’t thrust - he invaded, he assaulted, his scorching warmth burning into her, searing her until they were both crazed. Bucking wildly from the feel of him, she felt lust and love bring her to new heights. They were both drenched in sweat as Jon moved into her heated flesh, forgetting in his passion to hold onto her. Her orgasm almost threw him off her, but he recovered enough to grab her waist, moving to her hips, as he rode her waves. Her spasms around him drew a response that seemed to come from his toes as he came inside her, ripple after ripple of pure bliss flowing through him. As she felt him reach his peak, the knowledge and feel of him again caused her own pleasure and both felt the spasms of the other.

Jon collapsed over her, strength gone, breath harsh, and sweat drenched. He couldn’t have moved off her if he had wanted to. Amanda’s breath matched his and she smelled the heavy musk of their lovemaking in the air. For several minutes they lay there, trying to regain their wits and manage enough energy to move.

Finally, Jon was able to roll enough to take his weight off her. She turned her head away from him, flushing at her response and the words he had brought out of her.

He whispered to her. “Thank you, baby, for telling me. God, I needed to hear that. I needed to know you wanted me as badly as I wanted you.”

She turned to him then, almost in wonder. How had he known she needed to hear that what she had said was okay? She smiled and touched his lips with her finger. “Thank you.”

That smile of his, the one that reached his eyes and lit his entire face, was suddenly turned to her. “You…are…welcome!”