Johnny Settles Down

Tom and Karen

Karen's house was a house for the middle class. Her parent's house, however, was a sprawling ranch with big windows and tastefully decorated. He saw a sad little blonde girl looking out the windows.   She was always being grounded for something,    He found it a bit too pristine and it smelled funny. It smelled like old people.    Karen Sr is a shorter lady, a church secretary and her dad is a lawyer.  They sook Johnny 's hand and welcome d him.  Her mom was sort of in awe.  This was the real deal!  This was the real Johnny Depp.   Her dad was surpised he didn't smell like stale cigarettes but of Sauvage. Her mom, the only thing she could think of was, his penis goes in her wayward daughter,

    "So, nice to meet you," her dad said.
"Likewise.   Nice to meet you, Karen."
"Thank you.   You are the real deal."
"I am."
"Well I fixed dinner.  Come in and have some." 

   The dining room was tastefully decorated, and Johnny could see a cute little girl that looked a lot like Vanessa being chastised for her grades or something she did at school.  He felt sad for her as he looked at her,  he put his hand in her lap.  The food was meh.   The fried chicken was not southern it was soggy.   The potatoes were hard,  he was gracious though.  

   "How on earth did you meet?"  Her mother asked.
"Funny.  Her friends wrote me and one of my assistants sent it to my main assistant and she thought it would be cool that we meet."
"Really?  She rushed out to thanksgiving for it."
"It was worth it," she told her mother,
"Sure, but he is a movie star and you are overweight."
"Really, Karen, looks don't matter.  I think she is beautiful."
"She is.   She is not what you have dated."
"I have dated many different women.   Beauty is so subjective."
"I know,  but her?"

    That hurt Johnny to the core.   Karen looked so upset but she was trying.   Her dad changed the subject to the "beautiful courthouse" and asked Johnny if he had seen her.  He understood why she was the way she was.   Her mother was on her about her weight for years. She even said after the had her third chicken leg, "Don't you think that is enough, Karen?" Then they retired into the sun room. It just showed a dark, rainy night, He talked of his life and her mother got out her Kentucky relatives. All he wanted to do as go home and love on his girl. She needed it and he was so glad she was off the next day and he had her home for a week.

They left at nine, Johnny began foreplay in the car, "Darling, all I can say is 'I am so sorry'." He brushed her thigh. "I'd like to make it up to you?" She nodded. He kissed her passionately. "I want to take you into your room and make love to you until you feel beautiful," he said. She rolled her eyes. "You are beautiful. Why don't you see it?" She said, "You heard my mother. My ex said I was only good for a fat black man." He took her hand. "And why do you believe such things?" "Because," she said crying. He wipes away a tear and she tells him how she was "that girl" in school who was made fun of, told someone liked her when he clearly did not, and he just wanted to hug her. Her first love was a foreign guy who just wanted "American Poussey" and her next boyfriend was a closeted homosexual. Then she married Curt, an alcoholic. She had a miserable marriage. She cheated, which was wrong, and there she sat 250 pounds of curves.   He tried to kiss it all away.  He kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her lips and down her neck.  He took off her sweater, one with little glitter flecks.  Her bra was worn.  He took that off and loved on her breasts,   He gently sucked them and then played with the waistband of her leggings.   She had granny pantries on.   He parted her legs and began what she wanted most.  He was so kind and loving and when she came, he just got on her and laid,   He looked her in the eyes and said, "If I did not want you, I wouldn't have done that.  I want to love away whatever has been done to you."   He was pissed some dude held her keys for ransom.  He was pissed her parents treated her like she did,   She was crying again, and he said, "Please.  Let me make love to you.   You are the woman I love."     They made love late into the night.    Karen was glad she was off the next day.