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'."
