The sound of my alarm clock wakes me up, I swear that there will be a day when I'm gonna throw this fucking phone through my window.
I stop it, get up and head to the bathroom, now I don't have to wait after that crazy bitch to get inside.
After I turn on the hot water I get into the shower and those shower thoughts get into my head.
Maybe I should've asked her to stay, maybe I was wrong, what the fuck? I'm never wrong, come on John you are the God amomg humans, everything is mine and I deserve everything.
I grab a towel and wrap it around my waist before taking my toothbrush. After a few minutes I'm done and getting dressed, of course I'm going to put on a suit, if you ever want to look like an important person you put on a suit and in very important.
My phone rings as I'm fixing my watch on my wrist.
A text from Ms. Jensen, my highschool teacher, remember when you were in highschool and wanted to fuck that hot teacher, well I'm your childhood hero.
" Want to meet tonight? I got a wine bottle and can't drink it by myself". A smile gets in the corner of my lips, look don't get me wrong, she is hot, not that old teacher, I'm 23 and she is 35, believe me, she's hot.
" Oh that's bad, I think you could use some help, I'll be there around 11p.m.
be ready" yeah I know, cringe as fuck but talking directly, telling what you want is the best way you can talk with an older woman.I put the phone into my pocket and head out, straight to Starbucks, I know that is lame but, no coffee no John.
Ohh God I love the taste of the coffee, always a big one after a night of sex, even if it was a short one.
As I take a sip of my coffee I see her, that barista that keeps ignoring me every time I want to talk to her, you believe this? She is ignoring me, what the hell is wrong with her?
I smile to her and she smiles back, as usual. I get up and head to her.
- Morning, how are you? I give her one of my best smiles, I'm not smiling very often but some girl told me that I have a nice smile so why wouldn't I use it, right?
She smiles back and keeps cleaning some glasses, no answer, maybe she has autism or something cause there is no way someone would ever ignore me, ever.
- Hei, you, what's wrong with you, why you keep ignoring me? I must admit, it drives me insane.
- Sorry, no English.
I burst out laughing, for real, I can't control myself, after a week I find out that everything I've been telling her and though that she is ignoring me... oh my god I'm gonna die from laughing.
I stop as she and a few people look weird at me.
I wave to a guy that works there to and he comes closer.
- Dude, how she works here if she isn't speaking English at all? I smile as I still feel the urge to laugh.
- Well she is just cleaning, never taking orders and we have a co-worker that speaks Russian and she translate what she tells.
Russian girl, almost jackpot but I need words to make her mine.
- So, where is that co-worker of yours? I look around.
- Bad news, she isn't working today.
- I guess this is my luck, right? I give a friendly laugh and leave.
Ohh I don't know how but I'll make her mine, I always get what I want.
I get my phone up and call Madison, a childhood friend of mine, we know each other since kindergarten.
- Morning sunshine, did I woke you up?
- What do you want John, this early in the morning?
- What I ussualy want when I call you, is Andrew home?
- Always in the mood, right? I'll get a shower and leave the door open, just get in and make sure no one sees you.
Look, I know, never fuck around with your friends, but, I need to admit that knowing her since we've been kiss turns me on, I'm weird I know. But guys, she is kinda short yeah, but has that brunette curly hair, a nice booty and that pair of big ass tits, believe me, she is a catch.
Ohh and she wears glasses, ALL THE TIME. You know what I mean.
I slowly get in her apartment but no trace of life, oh tell me that she is still in the shower.
I get in the bedroom and hear the shower, maybe I will get that jackpot today after all.
Look, you know how soldiers need to be very fast when they put on their clothes? Well I'm way faster but at taking them off.
I get fully naked and open the bathroom door, she is there, having shampoo on her head, best timing.
I tiptoe my way as near to her as I can.
- Morning sunshine!
She jumps like she'd seen a ghost.
- For fuck sake you scared me to death John.
- Oh shut up! I reply and get into the shower with her.
Without any more words I start groping her breasts. Damn so big and smooth. Her hands pull me closer, I feel her tummy pressing on my cock.
- Wait wait, no foreplay? I laugh.
- Like you are ever into that. She replies like she knew I'd say that.
I grab her by her hand and we both get out of the shower.
- Sorry, not enough space in that small ass shower. I say as make her sit on the washing machine.
No reply from her, just the view of her spreading her legs and putting them around my waist, guys if you ever find a girl who wants to have sex more than she wants to talk, marry her.
I don't wait any longer and slowly push my cock inside her pussy and her nails get into the skin of my shoulders.
So we're here, in the bathroom but something isn't good and we both feel it.
- John? Something wrong?
- No, it's just...hmm. I reach behind her and grab her glasses and put them on her. Better.
- You are crazy. She starts laughing.
- Ohh shut up, we both know that I love when you wear glasses, only glasses.
We quit talking and keep fucking.
I make her lean on her back and put her legs on my shoulders, guys, if you rub two sticks as fast as we were fucking you get fire.
I put a hand over her mouth to shut her moans but I admit I had a hard time shutting mines.
After a while I grab by her waist, she wraps her hands around my neck so I can lift her up, look, I'm going to gym cause I love this positions and is paying off.
She bounces on my cock and we both enjoy it, maybe I enjoy it a little to much as I feel that I'm gonna cum soon, I put her back on the washing machine and cum on her tummy.
Someday maybe she will let me cum on her glasses.
After a few hours of talking and laughing I leave her apartment and head to Ms. Jensen.
I knock on the door and she opens it, she was expecting me judging by that lingerie and see through robe.
I take off my tie and smile.
- I'm here for my detention.
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John Is A Jerk
General FictionHi, I'm John, I'm a fictional character and all this story happens into my authors head, hope you will enjoy it. P.s.: rough, romantic, slow, fast, public, private, everything will be in this book, just wait!