Maggie Mae and her John Lennon (Complete)

Chapter 13

Warning. Implied sexual themes.

Era 1959

   It had been a year now since Maggie had started dating George. She never told him about her night with John, it would break George's heart and she couldn't do that, not to him. As a promise to herself, she had avoided John at all costs after that one night.

  With dating George came distraction and moving on from the scandal that plagued the Rose family and the end of her punishment of helping Mimi Smith around Mendips. Introducing her new beau to her parents had been a nerve racking affair for Maggie, her mother hadn't been fond of the idea of her daughter dating someone three years her junior and cane from a very poor family, but George had something about him that brought out the motherly instinct in the lady of the home and she often now inquired about his wellbeing from her daughter. 

   John was a unspoken subject in the house but honestly, Maggie believed her mother liked George better. Her father, (as she fully expected) hit it off with George the first day, being an only child and a girl, prevented her father from doing many manly activities and insisted on taking the boy out out into the fields to shoot, etc.

   Maggie had met George's family also, who immediately welcomed the girl in with open arms, frequently inviting her over dinner and all seemed well. The only problem in her entire world was.....John.

  Despite her attempts to avoid him, he made it a purpose to catch her eye or catch her alone. At the club, at George's  house, Paul's, the Cavern, etc. But when he wasn't sniffing around her like a dog, he was always with Cynthia. Now, this shouldn't have bothered Maggie now, she had George who adored her and she him, but a part of Maggie still loved John and always would.

 February 25th, 1959

   Maggie smiled as the wind tickled her cheeks as she drove. Her father- who for her eighteenth birthday two months back, had bought her a beautiful red Ferrari 250 Lusso,( that all the lads had clung to, begging her for rides) She held George's hand as she drove to a secret location, the boy too excited by the car to worry about where he was being driven on his birthday.

    After parking the car and handing George heavy baskets to carry, Maggie led him to a secluded, abandoned park she had found years ago. They spread out a cozy blanket beneath the shade of a sprawling oak tree, the rustle of leaves and the distant chirping of birds creating a serene backdrop to their special day.

  George couldn't help but admire Maggie as she unpacked the picnic basket, her eyes sparkling with excitement. Her hair, kissed by the sun, fell in waves around her shoulders, and her smile was infectious. She had planned this surprise picnic for weeks, knowing how much George loved the simple pleasures of life.

"Happy birthday, George," Maggie said, her voice soft and filled with genuine affection, handing him a small, beautifully wrapped package.

 With a grin, George accepted the gift and carefully unwrapped it. Inside was a leather-bound notebook, its pages pristine and waiting to be filled with dreams and thoughts. George looked up at Emma, his eyes shining with gratitude. "This is amazing, love. Thank you."

  She blushed, her cheeks turning a rosy hue. "I thought you could use it to jot down your lyrics and music ideas. I know Paul and John primarily do the song writing... But you're so talented, George, and I believe in you."

  Touched by her words, George pulled her into a gentle hug. "I'm the luckiest bloke in the world to have you by my side, Maggie."

   They settled down on the blanket, sharing stories and laughter as they enjoyed the delicious spread Maggie had her family's chef prepare. There were sandwiches, fresh fruit, and gourmet  desserts that made their taste buds dance with delight. As the sun dipped lower in the sky, George strummed his guitar softly, playing a melodic tune that seemed to blend seamlessly with the tranquil ambiance of the park.

 Maggie's eyes sparkled as she listened, captivated by George's musical talent. "You're amazing, babe. I could listen to you play all day."

 George smiled, his heart swelling with happiness.

  As the evening wore on, they lay back on the blanket, gazing up at the stars that began to twinkle in the darkening sky. George reached for Maggie's hand, their fingers intertwining naturally.

"I love you, Maggie," George whispered, his voice filled with sincerity and warmth.

Maggie turned her head to look at him, her eyes reflecting the love she felt for him. "I love you too, George. Happy birthday."  Sitting up she leaned over George and began to kiss him. He pulled her closer by the waist as the kiss deepened and she ran her fingers through his hair and then down his chest.

With a moan, she crawled into his lap as George's tongue explored her mouth. She pulled George's shirt off and ran her fingers down his flat stomach. His hands began to unbutton her blouse still kissing her.

    Maggie threw her shirt to the side leaving her in her black bra. George kissed her quickly before flipping them over so she was underneath him. She reached for his waist and began unbuckling his pants.

"Are you sure?" George asked breathlessly, pupils blown but obvious desire and nervousness in his eyes.

   She knew George was a virgin. He needn't tell her, but she knew. She herself had lost her own to Thomas, who had promised the moon and stars. John was her second and he had her believe he loved her.

  She wanted it to be special for George, with someone who genuinely cared for him.

  "Yes, darling. Do you want to?" She paused, taking his feelings into consideration.

"I wouldn't dream of anyone else." George eloped her in his arms.