Imagine: A World with John Lennon

Chapter 5: I May Never get Another Chance

  I woke up the next morning in John's guest room bed and was startled to realize my pants were gone.

   Where the fuck are my pants?

     I got up from the bed and went to the bathroom. My bladder was about to explode. 

     I flushed the toilet and walked to the porcelain sink to wash my hands and face. 

     The bruises had lost a bit of their purple tone, but were still obviously there.

     Yesterday was rough. I wonder if John believes what I told him.

     I was still a little high, but when was I not? I walked out of the bathroom back into my bedroom and stepped outside onto the balcony leaving the door open. 

     I was in my t-shirt and black lace underwear. My hair was streaming down my back to just above my waist, and the wind was blowing through it. 

     John silently came out onto the balcony, and realizing I was only in my underwear and a shirt, nearly turned around, but he decided against it and came and put his arms around my waist, his head on top of mine seeing as how he was a head or so taller.

     I got goosebumps all over my body, and slowly turned around to face him.

   "Good morning." said John with the cutest smile on his face. His eyes were still full of sleep and he was only in pajama pants.

   "Where are my pants?" I asked with a smile in my eyes.

   "Well, they're in the dryer now. I took them off you last night so you could wear them shopping today." said John, a bit sheepish.

   "You took my pants off me?" I asked with one raised brow.

   "I did. Yes." he said with a blank look on his face, though I could see his mouth twitch at the corners.

   "Without my permission?"

   "Yes. You were sleeping. I carried you up the stairs."

  "With my pants on?"

   "Yes. I took your pants off in bed." he said finally cracking a smile.

   "And you didn't do anything?" I asked with false amazement.

   "No! Of course not." he said tightening his grip around my waist and laying his forehead against mine.

   "I barely know you." I said seriously.

    "I know." he replied

   "So what I'm about to do is very unusual for me." I said looking at his soft brown eyes.

   "Okay." he replied looking at me steadily for whatever I was about to do.

         I stood up on my tip toes and kissed him softly, but it was one of those strong kisses. The kind that you can feel every emotion behind. 

   John pulled away after a few seconds. "What was that for?" he said with a smile and glossy eyes.

   "Because I never know when I'm going to have to go back, and I may never get another chance."

     John then wordlessly picked me up and sat me on the edge of the balcony.

     He kissed my lips once more, and then slid his mouth to my neck.

     I gasped at his unexpected roughness, but followed suit.

     My legs were wrapped around his waist, and my arms were locked about his neck.

     He tightened his grip on my legs and soundlessly carried me inside to the bed.

     He stroked my sides for several moments as he kissed my lips, then he began to remove my t-shirt.

     I was in only my underwear now, and I couldn't believe I was being touched by this man.

     I had dreamt of this for years, but knew it was impossible, and now here I am in the 60's, lying on a bed naked with John Lennon.

    He kissed me down from my mouth, along my neck, and then carefully sucked on each breast.

     He kissed me down to my navel, my hips, and then the front of my underwear.

     He kissed between my legs, and then pulled back a few inches to let his hot breath drive me insane.

     John finally ripped off my last remaining clothing and threw them to the floor.

     Before they even hit the ground his mouth was on me.

     I gasped then let out a little moan, knotting my hands in his hair and spreading my legs wider.

     When I was close to the finish he stopped and slid back up to caressing my breasts.

     He fondled and sucked them with his mouth and one hand while the other was slipping off his pajama pants.

     He pulled closer to me and I could feel his dick rubbing against the wetness that could not be contained.

     I could not be contained.

     I needed him right then, and I couldn't last a second longer.

     Sensing my urgency, John chuckled lightly and abruptly slid into me.

     I moaned. John Lennon was inside me.

     He was being very rough, jabbing in and out of me, but I didn't mind; the pain was good.

     I could feel us both about to come as he slowed down to an agonizing speed, and then I felt his release as I arched my back into my own bliss.

     We were now lying side by side on the bed looking up at the ceiling.

   "That was incredible. I'm the only person in the world who can say I had sex with a future girl." John muttered.

     "And I'm the only girl born in the 90's who can say I had sex with John Lennon." I laughed.

   "Now, I'm sure that's not true. I would be in my early 70's in the teens of 2000, I'm sure I'm still having sex with young, hot girls."  he joked.

   "Ye...yeah..I'm sure you are." I said getting choked up knowing he's dead in my time.

     Not noticing me stumble on my words, John pulled me to him and we fell asleep, one tear escaping my eye and falling to his chest.