Johnathan

"Hi" my name is June. My dream has and will always be to become the best teacher the world has ever seen. When I finished school I decided to first gain some hands on experience as a private tutor at a school in my neighborhood. I was excited that day. I really wanted to make an impression on my students. So, I wore my favorite black dress with pink straps and with a pink bow under my boobies. My friends always say I look young and cute in that dress. Hopefully, this way the students would feel they have something in common with me. Especially, since I am still a virgin. Yep! That's my biggest secret of all. Growing up I was too shy and nerdy to care about boys. And I wish I didn't because now my parents would like for me to get married. Instead of having a job and being a spinster all my life as I planned.

Anyways, my first day at school was fun and informative. I knew my dress would make a big hit. As everyone turned to smile at me. I even tied my hair back in a bun with a pink ribbon. I looked professional and cute. I felt confident in myself until he walked by. Jonathan...

His blond hair was long for it's cut and hid his eyes and curled around his neck. You can say it was a bit girlish but the rest wasn't. He was all man. Tall and well built, he was towering over the rest of the crowd. His baby blue eyes stood out as his skin tone was golden and freckled by his blond hairs on his arms. He looked like a Greek god except he was alive and wearing a school uniform. "Beautiful" is all I could say as he walked by. He turned and looked at me and smiled.

"Hey, Johnathan!" said a cute girl as she clung to him. She pressed her body into him so he could feel her breast against his arm.

He looked down at her and asked: "Is it your turn already?"

"Yep!" was her reply. He looked back up at me and swiveled his hair out of his eye and flashed me a brilliant white smile as he took her hand and led her away.

That was the first time that I met him. I thought I would never get to see him again. Since the school was big and I was only a private tutor. Until, I saw the name of my first student: Johnathan Davis. My heart leapt at the sight of the name, but I thought probably it was a coincidence.

As I stood outside my first students house, later that day. I couldn't help but wished it was his house. Just so I can lay my eyes on him, maybe even touch him. As the door opened, that brilliant white smile was all I saw.

"My your blushing already..." he said teasingly. I couldn't have told him it was because of my wicked thoughts. As I entered his house, my eyes fell on the same cute girl standing defiantly in his living room.

Johnathan turned to her with a bored face as he said: "Please, leave! My tutor is here and I have to study."

She stomped her foot and said: "No, Johnathan not until you promise me that we are going steady!". Johnathan just took my hand and led me away, leaving the young girl looking after us.

"What is the matter with her?" I asked. He shrugged his shoulders and continued walking. We came to his bedroom and there was a musty scent in the air, like body sweat and something else. I ignorantly asked what was that scent. Johnathan turned his head to look down at me. His smile told me that he knew something that I didn't know about.

"It is the scent of sex." he said still smiling at me. "Oh my!" was my reply. Then I just turned and ignored his beautiful smile and began with my lessons.

During our lessons, I couldn't help but to look at the unmade bed and Johnathan. He was really good-looking and strong. Broad shoulders and golden. I change my mind about him being a Greek god and decided he looked more Viking. Strong and Blond.

Johnathan then looked at me with his teasing smile and said: "I can't concentrate on my work if you keep looking at me like that." I blushed and looked away and back at our lessons at hand. That was when I notice all this time he was drawing pictures of me naked. I looked at them and their provocative posses they were drawn in. Especially, the one with me bending over, looking over my shoulder, holding my self open for the world to show.

That was when Johnathan came closer to my ear and whispered: "Your my type...the type of girl I can fuck for a very long time." The last three words came out in heavy hiss and he grabbed my hand and placed it on his leg. I felt his erection. I thought to myself if this was real. Since, it was my first time touching such a thing. I knew what I was grabbing and stroking. I read about it many times in magazines and have seen it on TV and the internet. But never touched one this close. I kept feeling how hard and long it was till I notice it was growing bigger. My eyes widen in surprise as Johnathan chuckled at my reaction. I looked at him and saw that his face was flushed and his eyes became darker and glazed. I think this is what you call lustful eyes. It was so exciting and dirty to see them looking back at me. I wanted nothing more than for him to kiss me. I felt the heat in my body and face rising as he leaned in closer to kiss me and that was when the door opened.

"Johnathan, what about us!" said the girl who was standing downstairs.

Johnathan only stopped and looked at me as he said: "I am only interested in virgins. So, could you leave us alone. Your turn is over now!"

That made me blushed even more as he kept staring into my eyes. I realized then that they two had probably had sex just moments before I arrived. I heard footsteps behind me as Johnathan rose and stopped her from hurting me I guessed.

"Listen, Jessica, you knew that I am not the staying type. We fucked and now it is not your turn anymore." Jessica pulled her arm back and left the room with tears in her eyes. Johnathan sat back before me and began looking at me with that brilliant teasing smile and I slapped him. "What the hell did you do that for?" he said holding his face.

"Your an animal!" I retorted and left the room.

When I was home I told my parents about my first day leaving out the sexual part. My parents told me that if this does not go well for me they will force me into an arrange marriage. I left the room to cry in my bedroom. If I got married it should be with someone who loves me and I love him. Not for the money, which we have plenty of.

The next day, I wanted to apologize to Johnathan about my behavior. As I stood outside his door, I heard screaming and moaning coming from his room. I jiggled the door's handle to realize that is was unlocked and dashed toward the noise. When I got to the door that was when I heard Johnathan grunting. I threw open the door to see, for the first time, a couple in the throes of sex. Johnathan head was thrown back and the girl's head was twisting, as if she was possessed, under his body. I could only see his broad back decked with bloody criss-crossed scratches over his back as it was arched in between the girls knees. Her hands now holding his sides as it seemed she was pulling his lower body against her crotch as she arched up grinding her pelvis against his. The rest of his body from butt down was covered by a sheet. Then he turned to look at me. His blond hair matted to his head as his gaze fixed on me. I was frozen in my spot as he obviously dislodge himself from the girl, who only wiggled and moaned, as he threw the sheets off of his body and walked over to me.

It was like watching an angel descending to earth as he walked towards me with deliberate steps. He was well toned and beautiful. He was really tall and really blond. His body was lean and strong with broad shoulders and his face was angelic looking with sun shining on his blond locks. His member was not all that angelic though as it was big, wet, rigid and pointing in my direction. I shrank back from the sight of it as he tower over me. I wanted to keep distance between me and that monstrous thing. But he being 6'1 and I who was 5'3 couldn't hide from his maleness and I felt powerless. He didn't smile but had this odd serious look on his face. His eyes was still glazed as he reached out for me, they look almost pleading. I shrank back even more until I felt the door at my back.

"Johnathan, who is that?" that was when I realized not only did he just had sex with someone, but it was also some other girl than the day before. She looked bored but that only concealed her concern of Johnathan's actions. I looked back at him and he was still towering over me as he was obviously leaning in to kiss me. I pushed him off and ran out his room. I turned and look back to see him still standing in the doorway looking disappointingly after me.

When I fell asleep that night I had dreams of being in that position he drew of me while he was standing behind me with that huge, monstrous member prying at my opening. I woke up with a tight pulse between my legs and my womanhood felt engorged and swollen. I ran to the bathroom and took a cold shower. While showering, my body cooled but my womanhood still felt swollen. I ran a finger down into the brush of my hairs and on to my lips. I pressed up hoping to relieve some tension but instead an electricity pulse fired through my body. I continued to press up and began rubbing the tension, which continued to intensify and pulsed. My nipples became erect and swollen as well. I began to touch them. I was twisting and groping my breast as I began to have a fantasy....

Johnathan came in behind me kneading my breast and ass. He was touching me hungrily. I could feel eyes and hands all over me and on me. Then finally I felt his body pressed against my back. His entire length felt hard and hot. He was hot and he was hard as his rod pressed against my back. His other hand moved from stroking my belly and up to my breast to meet the only one that was free as the other lay captured in his other hand. He kept fondling me with intensity that it pushed me back further against his body. I molded myself to him to feel his body too. I wanted nothing more than for him to touch me. I desperately needed him to reach down and touch me there, like I was doing before. There was too much heat and I really needed him to cool me down.

His other hand crept up from my breast to my shoulder across my neck to cup my jaw. As he slowly twists my face around to kiss him. I opened my eyes to take a look a look at my angel and saw the other end of my shower. With severe disappointment, I finished my shower and got dressed for breakfast. That was where my father told me that we were to have that evening a dinner date with a potential partner. I told him that was great until I realized he meant it for me. I was so angry at him that I was stunned. Then I saw Johnathan disappointing face before me and thought maybe this would be for the best. I will get over my feeling for him and he might not pursue me any more.

At dinner, once again I knew how to blend into the back ground. Even though I was wearing my favorite dress. You know the black one with pink straps and bow-tie. This time my hair was open and flowing down my back. My mother kept telling me, that I should thank my auburn hair for binging out my bright green eyes. I still hate my long curls but I do love my long eyelashes and dimples. I feel these things make me cute and innocent. Not the fact that I was a virgin still. I was lost in my thoughts and that was when he walked in, my potential partner. He was wearing khaki's with a blue sports jacket. He had his sleeves rolled up to show off his strong arms and his collar opened to show off even more of his golden skin. It was hard for me to breath as Johnathan walked slowly to my table. You can see that he took his time with his dressing as his hair was parted to one side but slicked back. He looked devilishly handsome and boyishly charming but so animalistic and manly. My heart skipped a beat as he licked his lips. I knew I was blushing because he started to smile at me then.

Everyone at the table went quiet as they watched us. He sat directly in front of me as it was intended to be. We kept staring at each other as the world turned about us. Everyone could see that I was flustered by his good looks as I stayed beet red. Not one moment did Johnathan's eyes left me. This only added to the heat in my body. I couldn't look at him. I kept staring at my plate. Finally I asked to be excused. I entered the bathroom and washed my face to be rid of my red color. It took a few minutes for me to regain my composure but I lost it once again, as I found myself lost in his arms. He was waiting for me outside the bathroom's door. He held onto me and stroke me softly and tenderly. There was no sexual need in his touch just comfort. I realized then that he wanted me to forgive him and maybe start over.

He broke our tender embrace as he led me some where private and away from prying eyes. He really do attract alot of attention. Women do flock to him and I was no better than the rest. Johnathan had me from the first time he stepped into my world. I can see and feel, why women vie for his attention. We sat outside on a balcony and he wrapped his jacket around me. Not because I was cold. It felt more of an effort to show his tender and caring side.

He held onto me longer than necessary and as he let go he said: "You know after you left. I sent that girl home." He whispered in my ear. "She wasn't really happy about my actions, but I didn't care! I just wanted you..."

I looked into his eyes as he said to my face: "You made me do something that I thought was never possible in my life."

I asked him with my innocent voice: "What was that?"

He smiled and said: "You made me masturbate the whole of last night."

Then with a serious look in his eyes he said: "Joan, I really do ache for you and no matter what I do to get rid of this pain. It only intensify itself and makes me want you more."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I was sexy or even hot. Someone masturbated because of me. All I could do was reach up and touch his face. Johnathan felt rugged and hard to my touch even though he had a soft look about his face. He leaned in and kissed me. At first real softly but then he became more demanding and insistent with his kiss as he reached out a hand to cup my breast. I hope he wasn't dissatisfied with the size of my breast. But his groping and stroking became more feverish. I wanted him to hold me touch me and feel me every where. I took his hand and guided it down to my tummy. Johnathan was too consumed with our kiss that he hadn't realized, that I had already lifted my pretty black dress and dipped his hand to that pulsing pain between my legs. When he touched me I gasped and locked my legs to hold him there. I couldn't take that much pleasure. He began to teasingly touch and stroke me. He was moving and going in so many different directions that I couldn't keep still. There was so many teasing and touching that I wanted more. I wanted something more. I looked into his eyes and he still had that smile on his face. The one I fell in love with. He knew what he was doing to my body and he knew I was ready for more. Still, he wouldn't give it to me. With a pleading look on my face I finally began to say it: "Please..." Just then someone opened the door. And went about their business.

Johnathan looked at me and said: "Shall we tell our parents that we wouldn't mind getting married to each other?"

I looked back at him with defiance and said: "I would only marry you if you can last six months without sex!"

After six months of dating and allot of teasing. I realized I was weaker than I thought. I wanted nothing more than to be taken by Johnathan. And as I sat in my wedding dress I couldn't wait for us to be man and wife and have sex. Johnathan kept the end of his bargain by showing me off to the world as his one and only. I received alot of death threats and hate mail. But all Johnathan did was tell me how great our sex would be when we finally did it. How he was going to hold me in his arms and make love to me like his life depended on it. And then he would touch me. Johnathan is a fast learner and he learned what he can from touching me through my panties and bra's. Never bringing me to climax. Just a wanton buzz of sexual drunkenness. He would always leave me wanting more. I know he had his moments, where he would go missing for a while (probably masturbating) and return with a relaxed look upon his face. But his eyes was a dead give away as he looked at me with a darken glazed of lust and need.

But today is my wedding day and we are getting married. I can't wait for him to consummate our marriage. To keep a long story short it was a beautiful wedding. Of course Johnathan had center stage because of his good looks but the way he looked at me made me felt like it was because of me. That I complete this man. Yes, he is a man. I am 20 and Johnathan is 21. He just turned 21 two days ago and I will be 21 a week from now. Johnathan started school late because of an illness. Some how the nurses didn't want to release him from the hospital saying that he had weird disease and kept him in the hospital when he was 11. I think that was when he gain all of his sexual experiences.

Well, this is where my story ends for a moment. I have to go my husband is calling me...