Chapter Four

Ram Boneh as Johnathan Rabinovich

~Johnathan~

Present February 11th, 2036

Johnathan and I are talking on the phone. I laugh as he complains about the food in the hospital. So today, I am going to his workplace during his lunch break. And I'll surprise him and Abdullah with my homemade lunch. I park on the street and walk into the building. Abdullah and Johnathan both work at the Centre for Addiction and Mental Health, Abdullah is a doctor, and Johnathan is the head counselor. I have never been on the premises before; I hope that they weren’t busy. 

I ask the receptionist about Abdullah’s office, and she tells me that it is the first door on the left. I'm surprised that it's that easy. While walking down the hall, I start seeing a few patients and staff. Some will wave. Others will merely ignore me and go on with their day.

Seriously, how come no one is asking me questions?

As I approach Abdullah's office, I slightly panic. What if they don't want me to come? What if I interrupt something vital that they are doing? Should I even be here, or should I turn around while I have the chance?

Before I even have the chance to turn around, Abdullah walks out of his office and sees me.

"Christine, how are you?" Abdullah asks in excitement. He smiles and hugs me.

"I’m good. I just wanted to give you and Johnathan and my homemade lunch and catch up with you guys," I explain while showing the lunch boxes 

Abdullah lets go of me and grins, "I was going to get Johnathan. Why don’t you stay in my office while I go get him?" I nod my head, he then opens his office door, and I enter.

Wow. That’s all I could say right now. Abdullah's office is so big and modern. Yet, it is elegant with a long mahogany desk with a matching coffee table and trophy case. I start walking around and inspect the different souvenirs from places like Mexico, Japan, Zimbabwe, and more. I stop in front of a framed selfie. The picture depicts a younger Abdullah and Johnathan in front of an abandoned building with their faces beaming in joy.

The sound of the door opening was the only thing I could process before John’s embrace attacked me. He then went about how he missed me (even though we saw each other yesterday).

"Christine! What are you doing here? How are Nathanial and Vittorio doing? Do you want anything? Is there any bad news? Tell me about your works right now!" I chuckle as John keeps asking me questions about me. I wait until his grasp loosened and sit down.

"Well, I’m here because I wanted to give you some of my homemade food. Vittorio is fine. Nathanial is at the daycare. I want to catch up with you, and I have almost completed my new book." I stand up to give them my homemade jollof rice. A sense of pride washes over me as their faces beam when they see the rice. Everyone loves my homemade jollof rice. The ingredient that puts it all together is a hint of paprika.

When they are eating, I start remembering what happened around two years ago while I was pregnant.

"Also, I want to thank you guys," I say. They look at me confused before I continue.

"I remembered when I asked you guys if I could stay in your place when Stan and I were fighting. Even though I came out of nowhere, you guys treated me so kindly, gave me food, and helped me when I needed you most.

If it weren’t for you guys, I wouldn’t have been able to put myself together. If it weren’t for you guys, I would’ve been scared and alone during my pregnancy. You guys have done so much for me, and I appreciate it," Abdullah and Johnathan put away their food and got up to give me a huge hug.

I hug them back just as hard while whispering a small thanks in both of their ears. When they continue to finish their lunch, Abdullah’s watch started to beep, letting me know that their lunch break was over.

Giving them a final goodbye, I walk out of their workplace and get in my car. I can’t believe it has been two years. I look out of the window and see a pregnant woman holding her partner’s hand while they were talking.

It reminds me of me and Stan. Sometimes, I think that if he was still lying to me, would I have stayed with him? It is a scary thought. But I know that I have my best friend by my side. Knowing that Johnathan and I are still best friends put a smile on my face. 

Because he is my rock. He is my childhood friend. But most of all, he is...

𝕁𝕠𝕙𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 ℝ𝕒𝕓𝕚𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕚𝕔𝕙

Past- 23rd July 2032 (N.S.F.W) 

The thud of the door echoes behind us as Stan pushed me against the wall. My breath is taken away as Stan devours me in a deep, sensual kiss.

His tongue starts to slowly trace my lips, begging me entrance, which I allow him. Almost immediately, his tongue begins to explore every area of my mouth. He was making me feel weak on my knees, a feeling that I have never felt before.

But we had to break the kiss because of how we needed the oxygen in our lungs. My face flushes as a line of saliva is shared between us.

"What are you doing to me, Christine?" My moans intensify as his voice sounds so desperate for answers and thick with desire. His lips shift down to my neck, where he proceeds to leave marks on my body.

He starts to unzip my dress and his big hands down my back. I feel his hands down towards my hips. But I wanted to continue in my bedroom.

"W-wait," I didn’t want to continue like this. I wanted this to stay in my room. He immediately stops and looks at me with worry in his eyes. I smile at how much he was willing to see if I was okay.

"Is there something wrong, Christine? Do you want me to stop?" Even though his voice was deep with lust, it also held sincere concern. He lifts his hands to my face to inspect it, careful to see if there is something different.

Even though there was nothing wrong, I still couldn’t stop looking into his brown eyes. I hold onto his wrist and turn my head slightly to kiss the palm of his hand.

"This doesn’t feel right. I want to continue this in my bedroom," Stan chuckled and rested his head. 

"Where is your room, Christine?" Stan’s breath on my neck made me shiver in delight. He slides his hands and held my hips and started to cover my neck with soft kisses.

"It-t’s, d-down the hal-ll. S-sec-cond d-door on t-the l-left."

I squeal as Stan grip the back of my legs to lift me. I immediately wrap my legs tightly around him like a koala as he takes us to my room.

As soon as he enters my room, he sits on my bed, and immediately we began to kiss passionately. I desperately take off his blazer, wanting to see him naked, craving to feel his skin against mine.

Stan is just as desperate as me because of how he tried to slide my dress down and unclip my bra.

Sooner or later, we’re both completely bare. My hands start to trail down Stan's muscular chest and begin to feel Stan's half-erect boner as he starts to gropes my rump. It feels so big in my hand, and I blush at the thought of it being inside of me.

But first I want to try and give him some pleasure.

"Can I try something with you, Stan?" He stops, and I can see his eyes dilated. He nods his head in consent, willing to trust me with what I wanted to do.

I get off of his lap and get on my knees on the floor in front of him. There, I can finally be able to see what his penis look like, and I almost drool at sight.

It was about 28 centimetres long, and it was thick. The head is red and dripping with pre-cum.

I start to lick the pre-cum off. The groan that comes from Stan made me look up at him; I saw his flushed face. Then I began to slowly suck on his head and roll my tongue around it.

"D-dio m-mi-io. A-altro, il Mio a-ang-gelo al-l c-cioccol-lato!" The way his voice deepened when he spoke his mother language made me shiver. I wanted to hear more, so I slowly slide more inside my mouth.

His hand grips my hair, which encouraged me to swallow even more. As soon as my nose touched his naval, I took deep breaths. I then proceeded to go up and down his arousal.

He soon started to thrust into my mouth, trying to go deeper. The room was filled with the moans and groans from Stan and my slurping, trying not to gag.

His hand started to pull my head away from the phallus, and I look at him, confused. His face is flustered, and he is trying to catch his breath before he starts to speak.

"I don’t want to release yet. I want to be inside you when I do," I nod my head in understanding and release his dick with a wet pop. 

I get off of my knees and sit down on his lap. He looks into my eyes, and we stare into each other eyes.

I slowly lifted myself, not breaking eye contact with Stan. I reach down and position the head of his erection underneath my entrance. 

Without warning, I push the entire length inside me. We both moan as the intrusion stretches me. My eyes begin to water due to the pain. 

Stan wipes the tears off my face and starts to whisper sweet nothing in my ears. I try to adjust myself before I slowly lift myself up and down. Stan then starts to sync up with my thrusts. Soon the pain begins to turn into pleasure, and fast I want more. 

"Stan, I want more," Stan stops then flips us around with him still inside me, so now I was lying on the bed, and Stan is on top of me. He suddenly grabbed my hips and started to thrust faster and harder inside me. 

My moans become louder as my eyes roll to the back of my head. I grab onto his hair tightly with one hand and hook onto his back with the other as he continues to pound inside me. Stan pushes my knees up to my chest as he starts to change the angle of his thrusts. 

He starts to hit something within me, and it makes me gasp in delight. I begin to arch my back, wanting him to go in deeper. Suddenly there was a pool of heat growing inside of me while Stan’s thrusts start to become sloppy and out of rhythm.

"Christine, I’m going to cum," 

"M-me t-too," I grip onto him harder as I clench around his thick member. 

Stan starts to grit his teeth as he roars in a release. I moan when I feel the warm liquid inside of me. 

The room was filled with our breathing as we came down from our high. We leaned our foreheads together, and all of a sudden, I start to chuckle. 

Stan starts to break a smile before be too, is laughing with me. We just kept laughing about how we ended up in this situation. 

"Christine, I have never felt like this before with anyone. We've only known each other for two days, and I already feel like I've met you forever," Stan whispered. 

Even though I didn't say anything, the look in his eyes told me that he knew I felt the same way. I just hoped that this was going in the right direction.