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National Fire Academy, Emmitsburg, Maryland
Brown leaves crunched under Johnny's sneakers as he scrambled to the driver side door of Susan's blue Neon. His wide smile extended through his whole being.
She opened the door. "Hi."
He leaned in and kissed her. "I love you."
"I love you, too."
"You're sure?" He searched her face.
She nodded.
"All the way?"
"Yes." Her smile masked nervous expectations. Would she be good enough for him? Wild enough? Uninhibited? Competent?
"Well, I'll drive if you want."
"I'd like that. I haven't checked in yet."
"Good."
"Why good?"
"I cancelled the motel reservation." He offered her his hand.
"No, I'll just scoot over. Not a problem." Susan climbed across the center console to the passenger's side. She had some difficulty, as her blue wool dress coat didn't yield much in her maneuvering. One red high heeled thong didn't make it.
Johnny sat in the driver's seat and slid it back. He picked up her shoe and grinned. Just imagining her feet in those shoes set his nuts rolling.
She seized it and slipped the shoe back between her toes. "Why'd you cancel the reservation?"
"We're flying to Austin."
"Okay. Why?"
"I heard the news about Mister Wright's wife dying. And your cousin's husband's accident. Melody is there, isn't she?"
Susan nodded. "Yes. I love you." This was supposed to be their special weekend together and he was sacrificing it to take her to be with her cousin. What had she done to deserve this wonderful man?
He kissed her again as he pulled out onto the main road.
She asked, "How was your first week?"
"Grueling. The studying is intense. We sit in the hallways of the dorm and quiz each other late into the night. This is a semester course crammed into two weeks."
"Sorry. How do you think you're doing?"
"Oh, I'll pass. We all will. They make sure we do."
"Guess what?"
"What?" He turned the fan up on the heater.
"Adam Wright has been secretly in love with Melody for years! His wife trapped him into marriage. Melody was underage so he thought did the right thing. Now come to find out none of his wife's kids are his, except the baby she just had before she died!"
Johnny said, "Poor Adam. Another sucker trapped in a smoldering fire. I know almost exactly how he feels."
"What do you mean, almost?"
"Well, I've never married a porn star."
"What?"
"I saw his wife's picture on the news. Instantly connected it. She's in those 'Young Doctors in Paradise' DVDs."
"No!"
"Yep. See for yourself." He withdrew a rental DVD from his coat pocket and tossed it to her.
Susan took a look at it. Two scantily clad girls on the front. Yep, one definitely matched the photos she'd seen of Mrs. Wright. She turned it over to check the credits. "I can't believe she used her real name!"
"Her real name isn't Lauren Lipstein."
"Well, maybe that's her maiden name. But she's Doctor Lauren Wright. And you were correct all along. That beautiful girl in the elevator. She's in this, too. Rachel Ravensworth." Susan looked sideways at Johnny. "Wait a minute. I thought you've been so busy studying. Where did you get this tape from?"
He glanced her way and grinned. "We study until eleven forty-five. Then stumble into town, in time for last call at the local bar. Last night, I forgoed my beer and went to the all-night video store."
"Forgoed?" She giggled.
"You know what I mean. I wanted to find this. It was driving me nuts. I really thought it was those doctors we saw at the hospital. And now I know I was right." He turned toward Susan and gave her an exaggerated wolf look. "You and I can watch it together..."
She blushed. Embarrassed, but curious. Yes, she did want to watch it. With him. Staring at the DVD, Susan felt the blood rush down to her privates. Maybe it would be educational. If she could see other women in the act, maybe she could better understand what Johnny wanted her to do. And maybe he would get even hungrier, watching two more hot babes. Two more hot babes? Yes, she was a hot babe as well.
* * * *
Bush General Hospital, Austin, Texas
Susan and Johnny sipped bad coffee in the cafeteria with Melody. The intercom interrupted so much.
Susan asked, "How in the devil can the patients get any rest with the non-stop paging?"
Johnny shrugged.
Melody said, "So I called the bank. Damned if he wasn't telling the truth. Zander's a double millionaire."
Susan searched her cousin's face. "How do you feel about that?"
"Good for him. Bravo. He always did dream of getting rich quick. And so he did."
Susan asked, "Where do things stand with the two of you?"
"Well, I feel morally obligated to make sure he's all right. So I'm flying back to Las Vegas with him and hiring a nursing service to come in and take care of him."
Johnny asked, "What's the extent of his injuries?"
Melody replied, "Broken hip, which they've screwed a pin in to fix it. Hairline fracture in the pelvis. And a big bruise on his face."
Susan asked, "And so, are you reconciling?"
"No way. Nothing's changed. Soon as I get him settled, I'll go down to the courthouse and file for divorce. Then I'm flying back home to New York, where the baby and I belong. With you."
Susan hesitated, "Zander doesn't want the baby?"
"I don't even know if he realizes I'm pregnant. He's so doped up. With medication that is. Get this...he wanted to adopt little Adam because he knew I wanted a kid. Can you believe he donated his liver, had that surgery, just to give me what he thought I wanted, a kid?"
Johnny said, "And all the while, he'd already made a free one and didn't even know it."
Melody said, "Maybe he's made lots of free kids. Maybe little Adam is his kid...?"
Johnny spit his coffee out. Most of it landed in the Styrofoam cup.
Susan said, "Look, don't believe that trash on the mailing list. Don't listen to their lying lines. Zander never cheated on you."
Johnny said, "Missus Doctor Wright was a porn star. I'll deduce that any of her kids not belonging to her hubby, were just occupational hazards, pregnancies in the line of porn duty."
Susan wrinkled her forehead. "They don't actually do it in those movies. I saw a free preview on Showtime once. They just get the best angles for the cameras to see the women's breasts and bottoms and the man just bumps up against her. I saw a slip of the camera and the guy's little thing wasn't even hard." She blushed, realizing what she'd just said.
Johnny grinned. "You must've seen the soft core stuff on TV. Wait 'til you view Lauren's tape. The acting is orchestrated so not only do you see the guy's big hard thing, you see the ejaculation."
Adam had been listening in. He walked closer and pulled up a chair. "So the whole world knew about the whore she really was. The stupid husband is the last to know."
Susan said, "Adam, I'm so sorry...we didn't..."
"Don't apologize. I knew about it. Since yesterday. Rachel spilled the whole story to me."
Melody squeezed his hand. "I'm so sorry..."
"I knew she'd done some acting during medical school. But I had assumed she was only doing it for the money. She didn't need money after we got married. I paid her student loans off. Apparently Dr. Rachael Ravensworth and a couple of the male doctors talked Lauren into continuing the gig, they had a good gimmick, real doctors portraying porn doctors, using a real hospital to film in. Rachael's cousin is chief of security. They used the outpatient surgery department when it was closed on nights and weekends."
Susan noticed Melody cringing. "Mel, so what's next for you?"
"I'm going to get Zander taken care of, file for divorce, then settle in New York for awhile."
"You and the baby are welcome to move in permanently." Susan smiled.
"Thanks. But I fully intend on getting a job and a place of my own. I've never been on my own."
Adam said, "Angel, you don't have to do that. My home is our home now. I'll hire a decorator and you can redo the whole house, just the way you want it."
Melody stood, with her hand on her baby bump. "Slow down. I'm not ready to move in with you."
Adam brushed a strand of hair from her cheek. "Take your time, angel. I'll wait a lifetime for you."
* * * *
Johnny had made a reservation at the same hotel they stayed at before. Susan nervously slid the card in the lock and pulled it out. The little green light illuminated. Johnny opened the door and picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder, fireman style. She giggled. He carried her in and gently threw her onto the king sized bed. She bounced.
He dropped her suitcase.
She said, "You only got one bed."
"Yeah?" He grinned. "If you want, I can use the extra pillow between us when we cuddle."
Susan said, "Nope, I don't think so. Isn't the extra pillow going to be under my hips?" She teased, blushing just a little.
His cock grew to full hardness in three seconds. "Sweetheart, it's all right. I know you don't like the dirty sex. It's fine. I just want to hold you tonight."
"You mean you're not gonna make cream for my coffee and talk dirty to me and shove your finger up...there, and teach me how to have a breast orgasm?"
"Nope. It's all right. I can do without the siren in red. You're my good girl in white and that's the only thing that's important."
Susan stood up and slipped her arms around Johnny's neck. She tippy-toed to kiss him. He gently kissed her back and sucked on her lower lip.
She pulled her mouth away and whispered, "But what if I asked you pretty please?"
His cock jerked, straining in the prison of his jeans. "Pretty please what?" he asked, breathlessly.
"The finger. That was the best orgasm ever...and I'm dying to know what it feels like to have a..." She whispered, "fuckin' titty orgasm."
He fought the urge to yank his cock out and jerk off. Never had he been so horny. Hearing Susan talk dirty was an aphrodisiac. "If you really want to. But first, I'm going to make love to you. Properly. The old fashioned way."
Susan unbuttoned her coat. She turned away from Johnny and slowly let it drop to the floor. She squinted out the window wall, at the office workers scurrying around in the building across the street. "They might be able to see us."
She was dressed in her red lace bra and boy cut panties, covering only half of her big ass. Her leg muscles were defined by her stance in the red leather thong stilettos.
He wanted to take her. From the rear. Ram it right in. Let the business men see the show.
She glanced over her shoulder at his killer grin.
"You dressed this way for me?" he asked in a low throaty voice.
"Only you." Susan seductively circled her head, running her fingers through her hair.
He groaned. "Oh, baby..." and dropped to his knees. He licked her ass. Gently bit the plump mounds. The sound of a vacuum in the hallway distracted him. "Before we get too involved, can I throw the deadbolt on?"
"Yeah."
He walked backwards to the door. Not taking his eyes off of his siren in red. "Did you get your birth control issues sorted out? I don't have any rubbers." "Yes, they're sorted out."
"Pills or shot?" He was hoping she hadn't done anything. He wanted to fill her with his seeds and let their love start growing on its own.
"Pills. I've accepted a full time teaching position at my old elementary school. I start the third. Johnny, I'm not ready to raise a family. I'm sorry." She waited for his response.
Johnny turned toward the door and locked it. He swallowed hard and then walked over to her. Looking deep into her crayon blue eyes, he said, "Absolutely. I never meant to make you feel like I was bossing your life. I'm really pleased you're beginning your career. You'll be teacher-of-the-year in no time." He meant it. Anything that made her happy, made him happy.
Susan rubbed her breasts against his brown leather jacket. She yanked it off of him and flung it across the room. It landed on the desk.
Johnny unbuttoned his charcoal gray corduroy shirt in record time. Susan ripped his white crew necked undershirt off of him and licked his nipples as she ran her fingers down the grooves in his eight pack. As he unbuckled his black leather belt, she stepped away.
Susan sashayed to the foot of the bed and leaned over, stretching to reach it. Johnny disrobed and moved behind his siren in red, slipping his fully attentive cock in between her legs. She gasped and closed her eyes. Reveling in the friction on her clitoris. The lace panties dampened with her hunger.
Johnny grabbed two fistfuls of her long raven hair. He leaned down and inhaled it. "You know I want to come in your hair someday."
She giggled. "Sounds messy."
"Think of it as the most moisturizing cream rinse you'll ever have the pleasure of running your comb through."
She raised her eyebrows.
He stood and guided her shoulders up. Johnny unhooked her bra and tossed it on the floor.
Susan yanked the covers back and climbed onto the white sheet, scootching a pillow under her hips.
He responded by flexing his erection as he joined her. Johnny tenderly kissed her lips and ran his fingers through her hair. He suckled her nipple as she cooed, his hand slipping down past her belly button, to trace the lace. He licked a path to her naval.
She felt the froth spilling out of her. A sea of lubricating bubbles. She had never wanted a man so urgently before.
Johnny slipped her panties down her legs and over the shoes. He licked his way from her toes to her crotch. The sticky puddle caused him to groan at her gourmet delicacy.
She raised her hips up and down, forcing his head between her legs, enjoying the prickle of his whiskers as she squeezed her thighs around his head.
He pulled away.
She whimpered.
Johnny stretched his long body next to her and kissed her lips. He drew back to gaze into her eyes. "Tell me what you want."
"Eat me out. Like before. In the kitchen."
"No." He shook his head as he gently kneaded her breasts.
"There's a chair by the desk. Show me how to come with my breasts."
He grinned. "No."
She panted. "Well, do something...I need a man. And his name is Johnny Newman."
"Will you marry me?" Time stood still for Johnny.
"Yes."
He kissed her. Long and deep and feverishly. When they parted for breath, she said, "So now will you fuck me?"
Johnny grinned. "No."
She whimpered. "Why not?"
"You obediently let me live out my fantasies, doing everything I'd dreamed of to you, my goddess of fire. Well, nearly everything. We ran out of time. But now, remember when you told me you only fantasized about the missionary position? I'll be your preacher man. Because it's all about Susan right now. I'm going to make love to you. Missionary position. I'll take you to heaven tonight."
Susan ran her hands down to his erection. She grinned as she stroked it.
Johnny pulled away and straddled her face. He grabbed his thick cock and stuck the first few inches into her eager mouth, rubbing it over her palate, cheeks, and teeth.
She responded with a hungry wet tongue.
He withdrew. Sliding his fingers down between her legs, he tenderly stroked. Teasing inside with one finger, then two, he felt her full foamy arousal. He moved into missionary position and placed his cock at the slippery entrance of her vagina. She ran her fingernails across his back.
Holding himself up on his elbows, he admitted, "I've never been inside a woman before without Latex. No one was worth it. Not clean enough, pure enough, nobody I wanted to spill my seed inside. I've been waiting thirty-one years for you, Susan. My good girl. My angel in white. My siren in red. My darkest desire. My best friend." He kissed her cheek.
She glanced toward the window. Who cared if anyone was watching. His God-like body was a work of art to worship. She wished there was a mirror on the ceiling, so she could watch as his muscles rippled and tensed. She writhed on the pillow, rubbing her sex against the plum head of his staff. It wasn't going to take much to send her to heaven. Susan tugged his hot shoulders down, urging him to penetrate. Their gazes locked.
"I love you, Johnny."
He sighed. "I love you, Susan." Johnny realized it was three days before New Year's Eve. With one smooth thrust, he entered the secret universe of his fiancée. "Happy New Year, baby."
* * * *
Brooklyn New York, December 31, 2003
"I brought you the impression of your name on the plaque at the National Fallen Firefighters Memorial." Johnny Newman smoothed the white paper with pencil marks on top the rough granite tombstone. Squatting, he ran his soot stained hand over the lettering.