Chapter 30 - I Dream Of Crossing That Line

 

Jon followed Monica into her house, finding it hard to keep his hands off of her.  She was a plain beauty, with a glow about her that made everyone take notice when she walked into a room. 

They both kicked off their shoes in the doorway, Monica locking the door behind them.  As she hears the click of the lock, she turns around and looks at Jon, "I assume you're staying?" On the inside she secretly hopes that he'll stay, but understands if he doesn't.

Jon walks into her, puts his hands on her hips and says, "There isn't any place that I would rather be."  Tenderly he kisses her lips and works his way to her cheek, whispers in her ear, "I really need a shower."

She laughs and throws her arms around his neck, "Well, let's go take one.  I can't believe the work out that I had tonight - you have got to be tired."

He picks her up at the waist and turns toward the bathroom.  With Monica wrapped around him, he takes her into the bathroom and sets her on the floor.  "I should have ran home and grabbed clothes." was just a statement he made, he had no intention of leaving her now, not tonight. 

Monica leans over and turns the water on, letting it warm to the correct temperature before she pulls the stop up that turns on the shower.  Jon watches her, taking in the scenery that is her and the cute way that she has her home decorated.  "Do you like it hot?" she asks Jon.

"The hotter the better." he reaches out and pinches her ass.  She jumps and laughs because he startled her at first.  "How long have you lived here?"

Standing in front of him, she takes off her Van Halen shirt and then tells Jon, as she takes off her bra "I bought this place about 2 years ago.  Just before I graduated. Why?"

"It's cute, very clean and obviously cared for."  He can't help himself, he has to help her take off her jeans.  He takes a finger and works into her waistband and pulls her close to him.  He bumpers her head with his lips.  "Let me help you with those."  He unbuttons the button, unzips the zipper and slowly pushes her jeans down.  She puts her hands on his and helps him take her pants and panties off.  When they land at her ankles, she steps out of them and kicks them toward the door way. 

Jon, still completely dressed, runs his hands up her back, through her hair and down her breast.  Monica closes her eyes and lets her other senses take over.  Her head falls back and she opens herself up to Jon, letting him have total control over her body.  The steam starts to fill the small bathroom and Monica can feel it on her skin, under Jon's fingertips.  Small tender kisses on her neck give her goose bumps, the warmth from his breath gives her the chills and her body screams at her TAKE HIM, TAKE HIM NOW.

Jon takes a step back and looks her up and down while he takes off his clothes.  She reaches up and moves the shower curtain, holding it so he can step in.  He gets in and she's right behind him.  They both get their hair and bodies wet and start to quickly wash.  They both want out of the shower and in to bed.  Jon's hair is wet and sticking to his body, Monica can't help but look at him and smile.  From teased and hair sprayed hair, to soaking wet in the shower - this guy can never look bad. 

They shower and get out.  Jon wraps his towel around his waist after towel drying his long mane.  Monica puts her long hair up in a towel and grabs the silk robe that hung on the back of the back door.  Leaving the bathroom together, Monica asks Jon, "Can I get you anything?"

"No, thanks.  I think I'm good." he tells her.  His words were followed by a very deep and drug out yawn.

"Do you need sleep, rock star?" she plays with him.

In her bedroom, he sits on the foot of her bed and yawns again.  The yawn he felt from deep within and he lets himself fall back on her bed.  It takes him less than 10 seconds to fall asleep.

When Monica sees that he had fallen asleep while she was getting a tshirt and underwear on, she chuckled and said, "Tease."  She kissed him on the forehead and went to make a snack.  She thought she would leave him sleep for a few minutes and she would wake him just so he could get into bed the right way.

 

Monica went into the kitchen and was making herself a box of Kraft Macaroni and Cheese when she hears a knock at her side door.  Startled, she walks to the door slowly and turns the porch light on.  Peeking through the kitchen curtains, she seen it was Richie.  Before he rings the doorbell, she hurried and answered the door. 

 

"Hey, what are you doing here?" she asks him a she steps out of the way and lets him in.  She's still in just her tshirt and underwear, but the shirt was long enough - plus it was just Richie.  They had a relationship that was unexplainable, one that outsiders would question but for Monica and Richie, it worked for them.  They grew up together and they were more like brother and sister.  Richie was very protective of her, maybe secretly in love with her?

 

"I thought you guys might want to have a beer, we had such a great night!" He holds up his 6 pack of beer and, "We kicked ass!"  with the excitement of a child on Christmas.

 

Monica chuckles at him, "I agree, you guys were fantastic."  She stirs her macaroni that's bowling on the stove.  "Jon's sleeping but I'll have a beer with you."

 

Richie sits at the little table that she had in the nook of the kitchen.  Reaching over, he grabs the bottle opener off of the fridge and opens 2 bottles of beer.  "Jon's sleeping already?  You ain't been home but 20 minutes."

 

"We took a shower and when he was done he laid on my bed and fell right asleep. I figure I'll wake him after I eat."

 

"But sleeping after the night we had, I wanna celebrate - I am so pumped right now.  My mom laughed at me when I told her about the show."  Richie confesses he may have acted like a kid when he told his mom about their night, but that was Richie's first paid gig as a recorded artist.  He can tell that the sky is going to be the limit for them.

 

Monica drains her macaroni and finishes making her snack, holding up the pan she asks Richie, "Do you want some?"

 

"Maybe a little."

 

Monica serves the both of them a bowl of her favorite food.  With hers in hand, "Let's go in the living room."  Grabbing her beer off the table, she leads the way into the living room, clicking on lights as she went.  She set her beer and mac and cheese on the coffee table and tells Richie, "I'm gonna grab a blanket.  Be right back."

 

Richie sits on the couch and rests his feet on the coffee table.  Looking at the blank TV he thinks I should have turned that on.  So he gets up and turns it on.  There isn't much on at that hour and at that time, there were only a few channels to choose from.  He finds the New York news and sits back down.

 

Monica reappears with her couch quilt that had been in the dryer.  Richie looks at her and asks, "Did you wake sleeping beauty?"

 

"No, he hasn't moved a muscle." she plops down next to Richie covers with the quilt and grabs her grub and beer.  The two of them sit there and watch the news with chit chat.  Two beers into the news Richie gets under the quilt with Monica and they start to watch a movie that came on after the news.  They were just a few minutes into the movie and they both had fallen asleep.

 

A couple hours later, Jon wakes up a little disoriented and finds a clock.  It's 4:10am, "Where is Monica" he says to himself.  Not having any clothes on, he needed something so he could go find her.  He pulled the comforter off of her bed and wrapped it around him, like a cape.  He can hear the TV as he walks into the living room.  He sees the two of them asleep on the couch, with beer bottles on the coffee table.  The quilt had fallen off of Monica and he can see that she only had a tshirt and panties on.  Not knowing the extent of Monica and Richie's relationship, he's instantly pissed.