My Name is Jon

 Unlike his peers in the community, Jon was a diligent, polite, and quiet teen; or so his neighbors thought. He would always lament the fact that he was not quiet, secretive or sneaky, but would only provide information about his life on a need-to-know basis. For the most part, he kept his private and school life private and separated from his home life. A middle child of five, Jon found it easy to bury himself under whatever was happening around him, camouflaging to hide in plain sight. Little did he know that this would make him stand out against all odds.

 

Jon was not a towering teen. He had the height of a grade nine student, with the confidence of a wealthy bachelor, all while still remaining grounded. His eyes were the sweetest enigma, which contradicted his often stern appearance, which added a few years to his age, and made whichever age he stated he was, sound believable. He boasted an athletic frame with gentle hands, and feet resembling those of a football player. Jon was well-kept. The Master of mid-fades as he would always be groomed in a mid-fade, and a quote of bigen to darken his outline and peach fuzz beard. His clothes were the neatest and tailored to fit perfection, while his colognes painted the pathways through which he walked.

 

As usual, Jon would take his post at the four-way on the street where he lived, which was perpendicular to the main road, and opposite the primary school. This was his routine every Friday and Saturday evening at 9 o’clock, as he overtly examined the behavioral patterns of the subjects of his community. On a particular night, the air was drier than usual. The casualties of sinusitis could be heard in the distance battling for a breath of fresh air. The bevies that passed, pouted as they pasted their lip balm to prevent further damage. While the clique of boys standing next to him started rubbing their eyes similar to how they would have rubbed the middle of their hands in manufacturing their spliffs. Jon was puzzled. He looked around in bewilderment as everyone around him was being affected, while he stood there amid turmoil unscathed. A car screeched and broke his concentration, which then ordered his attention to its direction. Jon’s eyes were fastened onto the driver, and hers on him. She slowly made her turn without breaking eye contact with Jon. To her surprise, he was skeptical about approaching her, so she drove off in what appeared to be a fit of rage. Before his shift on the corner ended, one member of the Gutter Girls approached him and added further confusion, which made him more perplexed.

“Aum, you sir, mi fren say she want your number,”…she stated… “and hurry up cause I don’t want nobody thinking a me want you,” she continued.

 

“Me nuh know why you think me woulda want you or none a your fren dem enuh miss,” Jon responded.

 

“First of all, a me and my fren dem never want you first with yuh brite self,” she countered… “Yah give the girl your number or not?…cause yah waste mi time,” she prolonged.

 

“Yuh fren fraid fi ask me herself?” Jon questioned.

 

“Yuh know yuh gwan like yuh too hype and better than people?…she drive gone already,” she answered.

 

Jon eyes were forced open with realization and dispatched his phone number as if he was late for a scheduled departure, and his salary was dependent on it.

Before the night ended, he received a phone call from a strange number to which he didn’t answer on the first ring. He then picked it up, placed it at his ear, and listened without speaking.

 

“Jay?” she called…. “Jon?” she questioned again, this time with a bit more disappointment.

 

As she was about to hang up, Jon broke the awkward silence.

 

“Hello goodnight, whats up?” he answered brimming with confidence.

 

His response illuminated any darkness that was fueled by doubt, as her joy could be heard radiating through their call, as you could have heard her smiling through the phone. The conversation lasted for hours, as they apparently brought much needed peace to each other. As the days crept by, they got closer and closer, much to the ignorance of the Gutter Girl that approached him for his number, or for any of them to that fact. Jon reinforced his need to be private with his new beau, who understood the seriousness of the situation.

 

Months flew by and they were now an established couple who were still private. Jon’s new girlfriend saw the need to be more private, as her first born was just a few months younger than Jon. Nevertheless, that did not stop the fun and respect behind the bedroom door. Her children had no clue Jon was that young, the oldest had his suspicions, but never would he have thought that they were the same age. Despite that, there was mutual respect between the two, as they rarely were ever in the same place at the same time.

 

It was about six months in when Jon received a concerning text message at midnight.

 

“Are you up?” the text read

 

“I am, something wrong?” he responded.

 

His girlfriend decided to call instead of replying via text message, to which he answered.

 

“Babes you good?” he asked with his voice plagued with concern.

 

“Yea man, what you doing?” she answered.

 

“Just a do some reading, why?”

 

“I’m coming for you now.”

 

Before Jon could muster up a response, the call dropped. He went to have a quick shower, dragged on the first shorts in his drawer, doused himself in cologne and closed the door and gate behind him without his mother and siblings knowing. In a matter of minutes, his girlfriend was at his gate waiting before they left together just before half past midnight. As she approached the entrance of the main road, she told him to drive and she slid herself over to the passenger’s seat.

“You good babes?” Jon asked again.

 

“I am…just missed you, that’s all.”

 

Jon had not been driving for long, nor did he have a license, so he took his time in an attempt to be circumspect. Her eyes wandered all over his body in a lustful gaze as she observed her man driving. She caressed his arms and laid her head on his shoulder, while her trailing hand waved her carnal desires. Prurient and racy thoughts engulfed her and exploded with each glance he took at her, soaking the passenger’s seat. Jon placed his hand between her thighs and it was washed with the wetness of her seductive juices. She was sweating. Jon was sweating. As he wound the windows down, he realized that the air condition was actually at its highest, and it was just the steamy, suggestive encounter between them that was inflicting the heat. She began playing playing the flute, cracking the pepper, or whatever creative way there is to describe her hidden talent. Her bodacious actions were effective in alluring Jon’s sexual appetite, so much so that a fifteen minutes drive from his house to hers, was now cut down to seven.

 

Tensions were high. Her hair was disheveled. His flirtatious smirks intensified her seemingly insatiable lust that needed to be dealt with in the most pleasurable ways possible. As she eased her voluptuous body off the seat, her creamy residue slowly oozed from her promise land, affirming that she was ready to be fucked.

 

“You need to be fucked?”

 

“Yes,” she boldly answered as the drumbeat inside of her pussy sent chills to her curling toes.

 

Jon pulled the lever on her seat, and stepped over onto her, then timely thrusting inside her dripping wet pussy. Her moans raged. Fingers digging deeply inside his back while gripping her neck and slowly kissing her. His girlfriend then tightly locked him with her legs as her forth round of climax began. She was now ready to take charge. All her dirty, desirable and indecent thoughts were erupting from her subconscious and onto the eight inches of meat that the walls of her vagina were hugging. Lubricious yet, lacking space. Jon moaned softly in her ear of the strength of the grip inside her. As her skin stuck to the cold bonnet of her car, he increased the speed of his thrust, fucking her harder while gagging her mouth with his hand. Her eyes were about to explode from their sockets. Her toes curled to the point of breaking as she positioned his perfectly to penetrate her on the pathway to her peak.

 

Her neighbor on the opposing apartment was having the ultimate live porn free of charge and right at her doorstep. Her moans drew Jon’s attention as he noticed her intimately rubbing her clitoris. Before long, accompanied them to his girlfriend’s dungeon, where the music became louder than usual.

 

The door unlocked and Jon stepped out catching what was left of his breath.

 

“Me a go for some water, soon come,” he said as he turned his mouth through the bedroom door.

 

As he walked towards the living room, he heard subtle shuffling in the dark, so he crept up closer on the wall as if he was a soldier in combat. Light moans and steady clapping greeted his ears as he peaked around the crevice of the wall. It was his stepson and his girlfriend fucking! Stroke after stroke, ass spank followed ass slap. Jon stood there for a hot minute as if he was directing an amateur porno scene. He saluted and punched the air as if he was mimicking a 21-gun salute. Shockingly, the silencer slipped off the nozzle, and one of the shots echoed, and drew his stepson’s attention. He slithered his way to the refrigerator, where he silently opened the door for the water while beating his chest as if he was a proud father.

 

The following day after leaving school, Jon visited his girlfriend after she came home from work. His stepson and his girlfriend were both in the living room doing schoolwork when they greeted each other.

 

“A when you and my son get so close J?”

 

“Just cool nuh babes, man and man reason more while pon certain things.”

 

“Certain things?”

 

“Babes it good,” Jon responded with a smile as they made their way to her bedroom.

 

His stepson’s girlfriend, Monica, was passing by to go to the bathroom simultaneously when she looked across at them.

 

“Gun salute!” she said while laughing as she closed the bathroom door.