The Greatest of These Is Love, Part 9
Continuing to follow Dawn's and John's paths ahead. For those who are familiar with my other tales, it is set in the same universe and has common characters. Reading all the other stories is not crucial to enjoying this one, but you should read Parts 1 through 8 of this story first.
As a "heads up", there are some parts to this story that have already been published in the "Synchronicity For Six" series. As the content applies equally to both couples at State, I thought it appropriate to copy and paste it here as well.
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Saturday, January 2, 2021
Dawn awoke to the wonderful feeling of being spooned by John. His tumescence felt equally pleasing, wedged up under her bare bottom. She slowly and gently wiggled her hips, and his member homed in on her hungry kitty. A little backward thrust on her part, and she had John right where she wanted him. 'Cock size and stamina,' she thought as they unhurriedly made love in the early morning hours. 'Not to mention caring, thoughtfulness, and occasional self‑sacrifice.'
John was basking in the joyful good fortune that seemed to be coming ever since he had connected with Dawn. He truly loved her, mostly for her loving him. And she loved him because he demonstrated his love for her so thoroughly. It was an upward spiral that both hoped would never end.
There is nothing more ego‑boosting than to have someone tell you how you make their world and life so complete. That's what John and Dawn continued to do for each other. They completed and complemented each other, filling in the missing pieces of their life's puzzle. They just needed not to screw this up with some boneheaded decision or reaction.
Dawn had achieved her Monopoly queendom on Friday night after she, John, and Owen had returned from the movies. She lucked into securing the two sets of properties surrounding the Free Parking corner space (the orange and the red monopolies), and everyone seemed to be drawn to staying at her properties and paying their rent. Ruefully, the Wilson men surrendered to her good fortune. "Just you wait, Miss Dawn Taggart, just you wait!" sang John, co-opting the tune from 'My Fair Lady'. That brought a guffaw of amusement from Susan, who wasn't playing the game but was in the room reading on her tablet. At the girl's puzzled look, Susan explained how John had parodied a song from the musical. Then John brought that into relevance by relating how Susan had recently been singing another tune from the show.
John was letting her have it, giving it to her 'good' early on Saturday morning, much to her internal, and quiet, delight. Her monthly visit from 'Aunt Flo' had just ended, so there was very little danger in John being bareback in his girlfriend, which was exactly how she loved it. She used Kegel contractions to provide additional resistance as he pulled back, trying to enhance his experience. Not that she really needed to do so. This physical aspect of their relationship was everything they both had ever imagined it could be.
Much later that morning, they were seated at the dining table.
"So, how was your week working at your Aunt Margie's shop?" John inquired, handing Dawn a cup of hot cocoa.
She took a cautious sip, found it didn't scald her tongue, and took a deeper drink as she got her thoughts in order. "It was fine; thanks for asking. Rather quiet, but it's not the high tourist season. She says, 'Hi', by the way." To forestall the inevitable follow‑on question, she took another healthy slug of her drink.
"You're avoiding the issue, Dawn," John admonished.
"What issue is that, John?" she asked, batting her eyelashes.
"You want me to spell it all out for you, like a first‑grader? Fine!" John licked his lips, then plunged ahead. "What about Billy Whozit? Did he try anything?" John recalled that her old boyfriend from high school was Bobby Watkins. He chose to belittle the guy by intentionally swapping 'Billy' for 'Bobby'.
"Billy Whozit?" she asked, drawing things out. Biting her bottom lip, she saw John's annoyance level beginning to rise, albeit slowly. "Oh. Did you mean 'Bobby Whozit', the guy you referred to on Monday evening?"
John started to get upset with her, then caught the flicker of a smile at the corner of her lips. "She's just messing with me,' he realized internally, so he decided not to play her little game. He settled back into his chair, steepled his fingers, and assumed the role of the patient teacher's assistant.
"Yes, 'Bobby Whozit' or Bobby Wilkins, your ex‑boyfriend from high school who nearly got his head bashed in by your father and brothers. That's who I'm referring to," he said as calmly as he could. "Did he discover that you were working in Aunt Margie's store?"
"Not that I know of," she replied. "I haven't heard anything about him since he laid a little rubber getting out of the Pizza Hut parking lot."
"That's good, then. Don't let your guard down, though. I'm still concerned because you have what, two weeks left before you head back to school?"
"Something like that," she answered and she let the subject drop.
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In Saturday's mail was an envelope from State, containing John's Fall Semester grades. He was already aware of what he had earned and received, but this was addressed to his parents. Susan opened the letter, and her shriek was easily heard throughout the house.
"John Edward Wilson!"
"Uh-oh," he commented to Dawn. "That can't be good. You'd better stay here and not get involved," he told her. Once he had left the room, she stood and silently followed him.
He found his mother at the kitchen table with the grades in her hand. Imperiously, she pointed for John to take a seat. John sat as directed but raised his chin and sat upright, ready to take on his mother's attitude.
"What is the meaning of this?" she snarled, shaking the grades report.
"I believe it represents my academic achievement this past semester. The key word here is 'my'."
"But two A's and two B's? What... oh, I see. It's 'her' influence."
"Mother, don't start. You know what will happen if I hear you call her that name or belittle her in any way. Yes, instead of the usual four A's, I earned two A's and two B's, giving me a 3.50 GPA for the semester and a 3.85 GPA overall. So what if I don't make Summa Cum Laude? I have something far more valuable in the long‑term: a beautiful, intelligent, and loving girlfriend who's as committed to me as I am to her. My education includes our relationship and that is just as crucial as book learning.
"I still retain my scholarships. I'm still on the Dean's List, his 'good' list. This has no effect on you whatsoever," he stated, his eyes blazing and his chin thrust forward. "You and Dad are not on the hook for any of my college expenses, so you really don't have a lot of say in this matter."
Dawn was standing just out of sight from the entry to the kitchen, listening raptly to every syllable. His words of defense of their relationship made her heart give an extra thump.
"I'm rather pleased overall," John declared smugly. "There was a slight slump in our grades at the midpoint, but we implemented a study plan and our grades recovered well. It's really none of your business. It's my responsibility, not yours, to keep my grades up to maintain my scholarships. Which I have and will continue to do so." With that, he pushed to his feet, slid the chair back under the table, and strode from the kitchen. He saw some blonde hair disappearing into the living room and he smiled. 'Women and cats will do as they please, and men and dogs should relax and get used to the idea,' he reflected upon the quote from Robert Heinlein. He had merely recommended that she not get involved, and she hadn't.
That evening, once everyone had headed off to bed, John and Dawn had some "meaningful conversation time". That meant they were talking seriously, so no "hot monkey" shenanigans were going on. He did have the foresight to turn off the overhead light before getting into bed.
"Thank you, John, for what you said to your mother about us today." Dawn gently bit her bottom lip while she waited for John's response.
"You are very welcome, my love. I meant every word, even about her not to speak ill of you or there would be consequences. Now about us: I did not care at all for how you were playing with me and drawing out our conversation about Bobby. Please don't play games with me about our wording when we're talking about serious things. Just like your Aunt Margie, My Grandma Smith used to say, 'Don't beat around the bush with me; I'm an old‑time bushwhacker!' I'll try to be straight and upfront with you, so please try to be the same with me."
Dawn tucked her head under John's chin as she kissed his upper chest, murmuring, "Yes, John. I understand. I wasn't thinking about how I don't like it when others do me that way. I was just trying to be cute."
"You are well beyond 'cute', Dawnie. You are beautiful, inside and out. You own my heart."
"Okay, so now is when I need to tell you that, unfortunately, I have to go home tomorrow. Aunt Margie needs me to run her store for the next two weeks while she takes a vacation to some warm Caribbean islands. Yes, yes, I know," she tried to forestall his objections and worries. "I'll take every precaution in case Bobby shows his ugly face, which I doubt. My brothers and sisters have school starting on Tuesday, otherwise, I'd take the twins with me."
"Just remember, if Bobby comes into the store and refuses to leave when asked, you can call the police. I really need that to be your opening comment when we talk each night, right after we relate how much we love and miss each other." John tried to smile to take away any sting his words might have. He felt rather than heard Dawn's acceptance of his request. Dawn snuggled in and gave a large sigh of contentment. John lay there with the love of his life in his arms. 'It just doesn't get any better than this,' he thought as he faded off to sleep.
Sunday, January 3, 2021
Given that they didn't have sex the night before, John was very ready for Dawn to put his morning wood to excellent use, right after they returned from the bathroom. John's erection had faded with his need to pee, so Dawn had the pleasant task of restoring his cock to its full and ready state. She slotted him into her and slowly rocked her hips to and fro. As her pleasure mounted, her hands came up behind her head and fluffed her hair while John's hands were full of her tingling breasts. He thumbed her nipples into stiffness, wanting to suck on them but unable to reach them as she arched her back with her delight. The coitus continued for a few minutes, then Dawn stopped and placed a hand on John's chest.
"Give me a second, will ya?" she requested. John twitched his cock inside her in response, and she cooed softly. Careful not to disconnect from him, Dawn turned around to be riding in reverse cowgirl and resumed her grinding and back‑and‑forth motion. This presented her breasts for even better grasping, and John slipped her nipples between his fingers as he palmed and pawed on her tits. Neither of them lasted much longer in this position, and soon John was giving Dawn her desired early morning treat of hot gooiness.
