Misery (John Lennon Fanfiction)

Part 23

Amelia's POV:||
"You can't complain!" He laughed as he stepped into the water "you're wearing a dress"

"Yeah but still!" I said, carefully stepping into the water behind him.

"Right" He said, turning the stone over in his hand, with a quick flick of the wrist the stone skipped 3 times over the water. He smirked a little and turned to me with a non chalant shrug.

"Oh so impressive" I smiled, stepping up to his side, more confident in the cool water.

"Well" He licked his lips "could you do any better?" He grinned

"No" I sighed with a little giggle, tucking my hair behind my ear.

"Let me show you" He smiled, bending down to pick up a stone. He stood in behind me carefully, after giving me the stone he wrapped one arm around my waist and his other hand rested under my elbow.

"You wanna draw this arm back to get some power" he whispered softly into my ear, his pressed against mine "and then" his hand slid down my forearm until it was resting on top of my own "you just wanna do a little flick like this" he said, using his hand to move mine. "Try it" he said, his hand returning to my elbow.

I drew my arm back for power and then quickly released the stone with the flick of my wrist, amounting in one weak skip.

"Hey that was good!" He smiled, rubbing my back. I turned to face him and our faces were quite close, which, I'm guessing on the basis of his wide eyed expression, surprised him.

"How old are you anyway?" I said, resting my hand on his chest, he looked down at it and carefully wrapped his arm around my back.

"Well I'm almost 17" he blushed a little, swallowing.

"Really? You're tall for your age" I smiled, moving from his embrace and stepping out of the water.

"Yeah well, s'better than having a baby face, I mean before I grew people thought I was twelve" he chuckled, following along behind me.

"Well that's not right" I chuckled, waiting for him

"Right" he sighed, reaching my side and gently, almost nervously taking my hand in his. "Where do you live?" He asked

"Excuse me?" I laughed

"Well I can't walk you home if I don't know where you live" he smiled charmingly

"You're taking me home?" I raised my eyebrows

"Of course, what kind of gentlemen would I be if I didn't, what kind of gentlemen would I be if I kept you out late on the first date" he smiled

I nodded a little "Of course, just not used to it I guess"

The younger boy walked me home and he even kissed me on my doorstep like something out of a silly movie. And then, he went home. Maybe it came as a shock to me because of his innocence, or maybe it was just the lack of sustained romance in my life as of late.

John's POV:||
"Oh god" I moaned, rhythmically thrusting at her hips. As usual in her bedroom, late at night, fucking just for the hell of it.

"Oh my god" she groaned, grabbing at my hair. I thrust hard and gripped at her sides "Oh fuck John"

My moans became raspy and breathy, she could tell I was nearing the end and decided to finish me off. She swivelled her hips in circles around me, faster and faster then faster.

"oH...mhmm...fffFFU-ughhh fuck. Fuck! oH MY GOD. Mmmm fuuuuuuck Thelma" I groaned as I climaxed.