Chapter 6: Crossword Thoughts II

For years, I knew Jon as Max's boring friend from Tennessee. While Jon went into engineering, got stoned and settled for tech, Max went to law school. The two has been closed since junior high and even though Max never said they were best friends, Jon, always claims they are best friends.

When Max and I got engaged, he had to phone Jon to bestow the honor of being the best man upon him. When they two had finished yucking it up for a while, Jon asked to speak to me, which I obliged. He congratulated me with some other remarks about promising not to get the groom loaded and wasted the night before the wedding. We've never met in person, although, Max's seldomly talked about him.

Thinking about it now, Jon should have promised not to sleep with me before I and Max's wedding.

Max, Sandra and I later met with Jon in a restaurant for dinner so that we all can get to know each other properly— The groom, bride, maid of honor and the best man kind of meet-and-greet thing . That was the first time I saw him and noticed he has a very high sex appeal, but I wasn't still interested in him.

I didn't think of Jon after that dinner till the day he called to speak with Max. Max was at work and I was happy for the opportunity to speak with him alone. I was curious about Jon's private life and his type in women. I questioned him about his life and relationships, I even asked about Judith, the lady he came to the meet-and-greet dinner with .

"it didn't work out with Judith . . . . But I was wondering. . . " Jon said.

"Wondering what?" I asked inquisitively, sensing that he wants to flirt with me.

But instead he asked, "what's up with Sandra?"

I was perplexed to hear him say her name, "what do you mean?"

"Is she seeing anyone?"

"Nop, why?" I asked. I was jealous that Jon was interested in my friend.

I know it's selfish of me because I'm engaged and Sandra is the single one, but I couldn't help my feelings.

Jon continued, "She's hot in that studious way of hers."

"Yeah, she's cute," I had said, and it is weird to hear Sandra being described as hot. I mean . . . She can be called pretty on a day she decides to put a little effort on her appearance, which is because, she seemed to have improved from our school days and took a little bit of my lessons. Just a little. But calling Sandra "hot", is like a woman confessing that she saw elephants in the sky.

I turned again to look at Jon who's sound asleep and I am immensely proud to be the lady, naked in his bed. So much for the lessons Sandra took .

I had to tell Jon then that to date my friend, he will go through me and I meant it.

"Fine. . . . Tell her I'm gonna ask her out. And tell her that she'd better say yes. Or else."

"Or else what?" I asked.

"Or else. . . She would be making the biggest mistake of her life."

"You're that good?"

"Yeah . . . . I'm definitely that good," he said.

I knew right away that I wanted to sample Jon before I marry Max.

Despite my feelings, I encouraged Sandra to go out with Jon. Helped her picked clothes for the date and cheered her when they did go out.

Sandra wouldn't tell me anything about she and Jon. Nor will Jon include me in any postdate gossip. It was like, the more I pried, the more private they became.

Laying on Jon's bed now, I just realized that, there was actually nothing to talk about and that's why Sandra was private about the whole date thing. Of course, if there was, I wouldn't be in his bed.

Right?

My goodness, even the e-mails I did send to him, he wouldn't have replied, right? Because if there was something more, or something interesting going on between them, he won't find the time to read my emails and reply them immediately.

And the night in the garden, wouldn't have happened. My poor Jon, Sandra bored you.

I snuggled closer to Jon and he cuddled me. In this moment, I feel like the victor, the champion. I may not have medals in my closet, but, I get the men I want.

Jon started kissing my neck and this can only mean one thing. Round two!

I parted my legs and let him do that finger-thing he does. He kissed me passionately as I moaned in his mouth. My head is exploding, my body is quivering and I'm moaning. Jon lifted me, placed me on top of him and started pounding from underneath. I was right when I said that, this is the type of passion that I haven't experienced before. Jon knows me, he knows my body, he knows my mind and he's giving me exactly what I want. . . . What I've always wanted.

Within an hour we both were done, gasping for air and holding each other like we were about to be thrown into hell together. Jon stood up heading towards the bathroom. I couldn''t help but admire his back view. A man becomes hotter when you've had sex with him. But, in the case of Jon, he becomes the hottest man because I had forbidden sex with him.

"Can I join you?" I asked

"Tess, it's a quick shower and I need rest," he said. Without turning back to look at me.

"Okay. Go on then without me," I said.

He turned, came back to the bed, kissed me on my lips and said, "Tess, it's just a quick shower. I promise"

"Alright," I said sweetly. I couldn't hide my blushed face.

He smiled and walked to the bathroom, hot, sweaty and naked.

I waited for the shower to start running, got dressed and left his apartment, smiling to myself. . .